Pornographic Writer Good Girl

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At two o'clock in the afternoon, I was still racking my brains in front of the computer, trying to come up with an article that the magazine urgently needed. Although the magazine
told me not to rush, their hurried tone on the phone was practically saying, "Submit
the article now, or don't submit it to us again!"

Someone knocked on my door, but I didn't answer. After a while, the door opened by itself, and my daughter came in. Seeing
me sitting in front of the computer, my hands on the keyboard, but not moving, not typing a single word, my daughter
put her hand on my shoulder from behind and gently massaged it, saying, "Dad, what's wrong? No inspiration?" I
reached out and patted her hand on my shoulder, saying, "It's okay, it's okay." My daughter smiled, leaned down
and kissed my hair lightly, saying, "Okay, I'll go to work now." I held her hand, which
trembled , and then put it back on the keyboard. My daughter then left the room and gently closed the door.

Listening to the clear sound of her bicycle bell gradually fading into the distance, my thoughts also gradually detached from my body and
floated away in my mind. I don't remember when I started writing articles about sex techniques for magazines.
My dream used to be to be a renowned writer admired by thousands. But financial difficulties forced me
to earn money by writing articles about sex techniques for magazines to make ends meet and support my daughter's university education. Even now, my daughter, who is about to graduate
from university has started working part-time at a pastry shop to earn some extra money for the family. At first, my daughter
didn't know I was writing about sex, but over time, in order to write more compelling articles, she filled her room with many pornographic novels
and DVDs. At first, I didn't want my daughter to know, so I always secretly watched them,
extracting the essence and summarizing the experiences to incorporate into my articles about sex for magazines. But one day, while I
was watching DVDs and brainstorming ideas for my next article, my daughter suddenly burst into my room. What she saw
stunned her, and she leaned weakly against the doorframe. Just as I was about to explain to her, she ran crying back to
her room and slammed the door shut.

I still went to my daughter's door and explained my intentions to her. After that, there was silence in the room
for a long time. Fearing something might have happened, I anxiously knocked on my daughter's door. Just as I was about to break it down
, she opened the door and said, "I'm going to work tomorrow."

After that, she stopped paying attention to my writing about sex. Although she wouldn't watch porn with me (even if
she wanted to, I wouldn't agree), she would often come to my room to help me tidy up my manuscripts scattered on the floor.
After she got a boyfriend in her junior year of college, she often came to my room, sometimes watching me write, sometimes
talking about her boyfriend. She even asked me about men's psychology and told me everything her boyfriend had said to her.
Her eyes were full of love. One time, when I returned from delivering manuscripts, I found my daughter naked in my room
watching porn. When she saw me, she blushed deeply, her delicate skin as red as
when she had just been born. When she saw me, the finger that had been inside her genitals
trembled , and a lot of vaginal fluid shot out. She then collapsed limply to the floor. When she woke up, she found herself
already asleep in her own bed.

I went to her side. Seeing me, her face flushed, and she pulled the blanket over her head, lying there
silently . I sat down beside her and said, "I'm sorry,
I knew this day would come when I wrote my first erotic story. But I never imagined it would be today. I'm sorry!" Hearing this
, she poked her head out. Then, she reached her hand from under the blanket and placed it on my crotch. "Daddy,"
she said, "I know you haven't been taking good care of yourself since Mommy died. I
did this because I saw how hard you were working. Actually, I knew you were coming back, which made me even more excited,
so ejaculated when I saw you. Daddy, can you love me?" By this time, her hand had
made my penis as hard as a red-hot iron rod. She rolled over, throwing off the thin blanket. It turned out that when I carried her back to
bed I hadn't dressed her; I had only covered her with a thin blanket. Now, her fair and
delicate body was exposed before me.

My daughter sat up, her long, slender arms hooking around my neck, then leaning back, excitedly wanting me
to be on top of her. I was also incredibly excited, my mind blank. I didn't know what I was doing; it was like watching porn in
my room, preparing for my next article. I quickly stripped off my clothes and climbed
onto my daughter's body. But as she pulled my head down, bringing my lips close to hers, I hesitated
, sitting up abruptly and pounding my head with my hands. I couldn't do this; she's my daughter,
I couldn't . Then my
daughter sat up too, her long hair cascading over her delicate, egg-shaped shoulders. "Daddy, don't do this. This is what I want. I want Daddy's love, I want us to become one." Then she pressed herself
against me, and when our bodies touched, I felt a feeling I had long ago.
My daughter's delicate skin, like clear water, clung to me. Then she pressed her
lips to mine, and we kissed. This was when I truly felt my daughter's boundless passion. She willingly slipped
her tongue into my mouth, their tongues entwining and sucking passionately. This made me lose myself in the
moment, and I rolled over, pinning her beneath me. I cupped her head in my hands, tenderly sucking on every inch of her skin.
Her burning body and rapid breathing told me of her excitement.

I deliberately avoided her high, firm breasts, instead caressing her waist. Her hands, however, groped my
body , searching for my thick, hard penis, squeezing it forcefully. I could clearly feel
the sensation of her hands wriggling between her fingers as my penis was pressed against hers. She eagerly tried to insert my penis into
her wetness, but when the hot shaft touched her moist opening, I hesitated.
After a three-second pause, I collapsed onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Then I heard my daughter sobbing,
a sound so heartbreaking, so desolate, it broke my heart. I sat up to comfort my daughter, but she
turned away and said, "Daddy, I think you really don't love me anymore. I knew it, you don't love me anymore, I
just knew it." Hearing her words broke my heart. "No," I said, "Daddy loves you,
Daddy really loves you. Okay, Daddy promises you, Daddy doesn't care about anything else, I just want to love my daughter well."
"Son." I said, reaching out to stroke my daughter's fair, rounded thighs. My daughter turned her face and said, "I
know, Daddy, you don't want to use your penis on me. Okay, then, I'll help you." My daughter
rolled over and sat up, reaching her hand under my crotch and grabbing my penis, stroking it back and forth. My previously limp penis
became erect again, swollen and hot. My daughter then bent down, opened her jade mouth, and put my penis into her
mouth . Then she began to swallow and spit it out, like sucking on a hot dog. I was extremely excited and spread my legs on the bed,
letting my daughter take what she wanted. My daughter kept turning around, and finally climbed on top of me, her legs straddling me
. Her wet little hole pressed against my chest, rubbing against me, making a "sizzling" sound.

Watching my daughter's little hole opening and closing in front of me, I couldn't help but hug my daughter's waist.
I pulled my daughter's tender vulva to my lips and gently pressed it against mine. My daughter
laughed and even bit my glans with her teeth; I was so excited I almost ejaculated. Then I stuck out my tongue and
slowly inserted it into her vulva, sucking hard. I wanted to clean her vulva, but the more I sucked,
the more fluid flowed out. Eventually, it gushed out in spurts. My daughter, excited, forgot
to suck my glans, letting out wanton moans, growing louder and louder until she was moaning unrestrainedly
. The sounds made me work harder, teasing her swollen labia with my tongue. Then my daughter said, "Daddy,
I can't take it anymore… I'm coming… I'm coming… Ah… I'm… coming." At that moment, a huge gush of vaginal fluid
gushed , shooting into my mouth and onto my face. My daughter then collapsed onto me,
panting heavily, sliding softly down my body. I looked at my daughter's delicate face and gently stroked
the hair that fell across her forehead. I felt an overwhelming tenderness. My daughter opened her eyes, gazing at me intently, and said, "I'm sorry, Dad, I
couldn't make you..." I smiled and said, "No, daughter. You've already made me happy, really. It makes me so happy that you're
like this . I promise you, I will love you dearly."

That night, we fell asleep in each other's arms. My daughter slept sweetly in my arms, her nose making quiet, even,
and delicate sounds. I knew my daughter was most at ease then, but what about me? The next day, I
wrote about our lovemaking the previous night in my manuscript and sent it out. Unexpectedly, it received very good reviews. The magazine proactively
increased my payment and even subtly asked how I wrote such a wonderful article. Of course, I didn't
answer ; I just brushed them off.

I spent the entire afternoon lost in memories, recalling every beautiful moment with my daughter. My
daughter will always be the most important thing in my life—before, now, and in the future. Before I knew
it, it was dark, and only my computer screen flickered in the room. I had no idea what time it was. My
head was throbbing; the dark room and the bright, flickering screen made it impossible for me to open my eyes. I didn't want to open
them either.

Suddenly, the lights came on, and the blinding light mercilessly pierced my eyes, making me dizzy. My daughter
came home. She walked to my side, looked at the empty screen, sighed, and said, "Dad,
let's go out for dinner first. I bought some good food today."

My daughter had made a hot pot; it was a good choice in this cold weather. But I had
no appetite and didn't know what to eat. Seeing me like this, my daughter got me a glass of wine and placed it in front of me.
"How can we have hot pot without alcohol, Dad? Have a little!" I looked at my daughter and took the glass.
She was wearing a floral pajamas and big, teddy bear slippers, her hair in a ponytail. She smiled sweetly and
sat down opposite me. Seeing me take a sip and purse my lips from the spiciness, she reached for the glass and poured herself
a mouthful. Unexpectedly, she choked and coughed, tears streaming down her face from the spiciness. I said, "This alcohol is too strong.
How can you drink this?" and took the glass from her.

My daughter quickly fetched a bowl of soup from the pot to sober up, but the soup was too hot... My daughter cried out from the heat. I went
over and picked her up, gently blowing cool air around her mouth. She let me do it softly, and slowly our lips
met. My daughter seemed unusually enthusiastic today; was it because of that sip of wine?
We undressed each other, and the cold weather made her shiver. I said, "Let's go to the room;
it's warmer on the bed." She didn't answer, still kissing my cheek. I picked her up, intending to lead her to the room,
but she stopped and said, "No, I want to stay here. Right here, okay?" So I opened... The living room
heater warmed the room without us even realizing it. My daughter hugged me tighter again, and we lay down on the sofa together. But then
I remembered the unfinished manuscript, and a wave of distress and worry washed over me, making me impulsively press myself against my daughter
's body. My daughter and I had made love more than once; we were used to each other's pleasures. When my daughter
actively reached out to stroke my penis, I would quietly let her suck and stroke it, and when my penis was erect, I would insert it into her
tender vagina. When I kissed my daughter passionately, she would unconsciously release a lot of vaginal fluid, responding to
my love. I stroked her. My daughter was also lying on the sofa, letting me kiss her body, occasionally letting out soft
moans. I leaned down to kiss her vulva, but she pulled me away, saying, "[Daddy,
don't...don't kiss my vulva...I want your penis...your penis inside me...]" I understood what she meant, so I straightened up
and gently placed my penis next to her wet vulva, rubbing it. "I...I want...now...
insert...insert it inside...]" My daughter felt the stimulation of my penis and excitedly thrust her body upwards, wanting to actively
insert my penis into her vulva. Seeing my daughter's initiative, I gently inserted the head of my penis. My daughter
seemed to be stimulated by something and cried out, thrusting her body upwards, and my head went in even further. Seeing
that things had come to this, I quickly pushed in, inserting my entire penis into my daughter's vulva.

My daughter's vulva was really tight, which I knew before, but I
hadn't noticed that my daughter's vulva could suck. After my entire penis was inserted, her vagina began to suckle incessantly, her two swollen
labia majora opening and closing, squeezing my penis. The muscles inside her vagina also kept pulling my penis in. My
penis, stimulated until it was red and hot, continued to swell, tightly blocking my daughter's vagina. I began to slowly
thrust in and out, at this moment, the vaginal fluid was blocked by my penis, filling the tiny gap between my vagina and penis.
It splashed out, making a "squeak" sound. My daughter also groaned loudly without restraint, "Insert...
so...so good...Daddy...want...ah...insert...ah..."

I leaned down and pressed myself against my daughter. My daughter's firm breasts
swayed between our bodies like two soft cotton balls, and I pressed my mouth deeply against my daughter's fragrant lips. My daughter's tongue slid into
my mouth, licking everywhere. My tongue also responded by intertwining with hers, sucking the juices
secreted . It was simply a delicacy.

Then I sucked on my daughter's jade lips, slowly sliding down to her chin, neck, earlobes, cheeks, and hair.
Gently biting my daughter's round earlobe, my daughter shuddered as if electrocuted, and the lustful fluid blocking my daughter
's vagina gushed out my penis, splashing onto my body. At this moment, my daughter was panting heavily as if she had collapsed, tightly
hugging my neck and not moving.

After a while, my daughter said sweetly, "Daddy, I came again. Let me help you." So she
got up and squatted between my legs, slowly putting my huge penis into her mouth. This was my daughter's favorite thing.
As soon as my penis entered her mouth, her greedy tongue eagerly pressed against the glans, circling around the tip
. Then she began to swallow and spit. I gently pulled off the handkerchief tied around my daughter's head, and her long hair fell down
, fluttering with the movement of her head. At this moment, a warm current gradually surged up, accumulating in my
heart . I knew I was about to explode, so I said to my daughter, "I'm coming, I'm going to come." My daughter
looked up at me after hearing what I said, but continued to suck my penis even faster and harder. I could no longer hold
back, and my body relaxed, shooting large gushes of semen into my daughter's mouth. My daughter swallowed
the semen in her mouth with satisfaction, licking my slowly softening penis with her tongue, swallowing the rest of the semen as well.

I lay numb on the sofa, savoring the pleasure after ejaculation. My daughter climbed on top of me,
pressing her fragrant lips to mine, seeking my tongue inside. Then she sweetly clung to me, we
felt each other's breath, felt the rise and fall of each other's bodies. I stroked my daughter's soft hair, filled with
remorse and said, "[I'm sorry, Dad shouldn't have done this to you. Dad ruined your life.]" My daughter
covered my mouth with her slender hand, "[Dad, I am your daughter, I am your woman. I have no regrets about everything I've done
, I want to stay by Dad's side for the rest of my life. Although I may get married in the future, I
will leave Dad. I need Dad's love, and I know Dad can't live without me.]

" The writing is quite good, it's a pity there's no sequel, keep it up. The transition in the father-daughter relationship feels too stiff, abrupt. It would be better if the emotions could be handled more delicately. The explicit parts are well-written, very evocative. This article is really well-written, he has such a good daughter, he's truly blessed. As mentioned above, the transition felt abrupt and unrealistic, making it a rare gem of a story. However, the lack of description of the father's long-term sexual abstinence and subsequent masturbation through pornography is a significant drawback. A new work, one I haven't seen before, quite

good. It would be even better if it were more detailed.

The psychological changes should be portrayed as a process, very well done; the author has a good grasp of the psychology of middle-aged men. Looking forward to future installments. A good story, very emotionally charged,
but unfortunately, it lacks a bit of stimulation. Keep up the good work!

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