Dad, you are my everything.

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Author: qlcyh
Published on May 16, 2010 in the Sex Forum

When I was ten years old, my mother abandoned my father, who drove a rickshaw, and me, disappearing without a trace. Although I was only
in the third grade , I already understood some adult matters. Seeing my father's heavy heart and increasingly haggard appearance every day, I
felt extremely sad. I hated my mother for being so heartless. In my heart, my father was a mountain,
the person who loved me the most in the world. In this respect, my feelings were the same as my father's. From then on, I stopped
acting spoiled in front of my father, stopped asking for pocket money, and even learned to sew and cook with the neighbor's aunt. Whenever my father came home
and could a meal prepared by his daughter, when his long-lost smile returned, I was extremely happy. I
said to my father, "Dad, don't worry, we can still live happily without Mom." My father's eyes filled with
tears as he said this.

I did very well in school, which never worried my dad. After school, I also did handicrafts to
earn some pocket money to help support my family. That's how I got to know some older women. When I was doing handicrafts with them,
I often heard them say some risqué things. I only half understood, but I vaguely worried about my dad because men
always need women. I have a good friend, I call her Sister Lan. She's two years older than me.
I would ask her some things that were hard to say, and she seemed to know a lot. She was already menstruating at the time, and I didn't understand, so
she told me that we could only earn a few yuan a day doing handicrafts. One day, she suddenly said to me mysteriously, "Do you
want to earn ten yuan in just a few minutes?" I said, "Of course I do, but it's not that easy. Besides, can I even do it
?" She said mysteriously, "You definitely can. You don't even need to learn." We agreed that she would take me to earn money the next day, which was the weekend. That
night, I couldn't sleep well. I didn't know what kind of work Sister Lan was talking about, and her mysterious manner made me
uneasy.

Sure enough, she came the next day and said, "Come with me." I asked where we were going, and she said, "You'll see when we get there." So I
followed her. After turning left and right, we came to a row of bungalows in an inconspicuous place. It turned out to be a video arcade. She
bought me a ticket and we went inside. At first, I couldn't see anything, only the choking smell of smoke. I instinctively grabbed
Sister Lan's hand tightly, afraid of losing her. Sister Lan said, "Don't be afraid, don't worry," and led me to the back. We found
two seats and sat down. A gunfight movie was playing on the screen. After a while, my eyes adjusted, and I could see
that it was a video arcade that could hold dozens of people, but there were only a dozen or so people scattered around, all men
, with a few women occasionally. A woman walked by, and I recognized her as one of our fellow craftswomen. I asked Sister Lan
what she was doing, and she told me, "You'll see when I show you; it's easy." Just then,
another video appeared on the screen—scenes of explicit sexual intercourse. I was terrified
; my heart was pounding. I told Sister Lan, "Let's go. My dad will kill me if he finds out." Sister Lan said, "
Your dad won't know. I'm not asking you to do that kind of thing. Look how hard your dad works every day, earning so little. Can't you
help him out?" Her words hit the nail on the head. With the increasing number of taxis, my father's work was getting worse;
he often came home late and sometimes drank heavily. Curiosity made me uncontrollably watch the videos on the screen. Seeing the near-frenzied state
of the men and women , I suddenly felt a strange, inexplicable feeling amidst my fear. Suddenly, Lan Lan
tugged at my sleeve and said, "Come with me." I followed her blankly. She came to a man in a corner and whispered, "
Brother, wanna play some games?" The man didn't answer, but looked at us carefully. He then
gestured for us to sit in the empty seat next to him. Lanlan sat down immediately, and then, in a lewd manner, she reached for the man's
genitals. I was caught in a dilemma, unsure of what she was doing. Lanlan nudged me with her elbow,
signaling me to look. The man loosened his pants, pulled out his penis, which was already hard, probably stimulated by watching a video
. Lanlan immediately grabbed his penis and began stroking it up and down, just like on the screen. The man
kept touching Lanlan, making low, beast-like growls. In less than a few minutes, he thrust his hips, and his penis
ejaculated a white, sticky fluid. Lanlan slowed her movements, and as the man calmed down, she skillfully took out a tissue, wiped herself
clean , and then the man pulled up his pants and gave Lanlan ten yuan. Sister Lan led me back to where I was. I then realized that
this was a place frequented by migrant workers and low-wage earners seeking thrills. Some of the female workers had come up with
this idea: since they weren't actually doing sex, they would give men handjobs (also called masturbation) for ten yuan a time, all consensual. I hesitated
at first , but Sister Lan said, "So many people do it, can't you? You're not selling yourself, nobody will know.
You're the youngest, they should like you, your income will definitely be good, even the police won't arrest us kids."
As she spoke she forcefully stuffed the ten yuan she had just earned into my hand. Seeing how easily the money came about, I was tempted. She first led
me to a middle-aged man, had me sit down, and instructed me. My trembling hands grasped the hot
man's penis for the first time, and I did it mechanically. The man groped me all over, and I closed my eyes,
thinking would end quickly. Perhaps my age gave him a great stimulation, because he ejaculated after only a few strokes, but
it all came out and got on my hand. Sister Lan quickly wiped it clean with a tissue. I took the money, and Sister Lan said, "Easy, right?
From now on, you'll be working independently." I clutched the twenty yuan in the corner. That was what I
could earn in ten days of handicrafts, and now it only took two minutes. Anyway, I had already done it, and someone was with me. Let's do it.
I don't care about anything else for my father.

The men who filmed were probably mostly there for this purpose. They'd finish one and leave,
a constant cycle of new faces. They were selective, preferring fresh faces, so my business was good that day; I earned
160 yuan, a considerable sum for me. I roughly calculated that at this rate, I could earn
nearly . That was almost a year's income for our family. That night, I couldn't sleep. Thinking about
the joy of making money, I suddenly understood the dynamics between men and women. I suddenly thought of my father. What if he needed a woman?
Thinking about the men's desire, even frenzy, for women in the videos, I suddenly felt how hard my father's life was.
For me, for our family, he couldn't even get the most basic things a man could ask for. I suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

From then on, I went to school during the day, and after school, besides cooking for my father, I'd go with Lan-jie to earn extra money. I
had a principle when earning extra money: no man was allowed to touch my private parts directly, only externally. Perhaps due to this
stimulation , my breasts started developing prematurely. I don't know how many men's touches and kisses I endured each day...
I started to get used to it. I used the money I earned to learn how to dress myself up, but when I went to school, I would revert to my old self.
I had no idea how many times I washed my hands a day, how many men's semen clung to them, that pungent,
fishy smell often made me nauseous. Thinking about it, the world was truly absurd, creating two kinds of people, men and women, two kinds of compatible
sex organs . But precisely because of this, it gave me an opportunity to earn money. Then something suddenly changed my perspective, and
made me decide to dedicate my body to my father; I wanted to give him everything a woman has.

That time, I had just finished giving a few men a handjob when a middle-aged man beckoned from a corner. I went over, and he offered me a handjob.
I saw that he had already pulled down his pants, and his penis, stimulated by the video, was standing erect,
as thick and long as my forearm. I gripped it with both hands and stroked it up and down, but he didn't ejaculate for a long time. Suddenly, he swept me into his arms,
lifted my clothes, and started sucking on my nipples. I was about to scream when his foul mouth covered mine and wouldn't let go. I
struggled and kicked, using up all my strength. He freed one hand and pulled
down advantage of the moment he released my mouth, I caught my breath. Just then, a man came over from the side, probably his
accomplice, and grabbed my shoulder, making me unable to move. I heard his accomplice call him Brother Fa. I saw Brother Fa
turn around , bend my legs, and press them against my chest, completely exposing my private parts to him,
leaving me at his mercy. I wanted to call Sister Lan and his accomplice for help, but his accomplice covered our mouths. I watched as Brother Fa
greedily licked my virgin genitals with his stubble-covered mouth, saying, "Your tender pussy tastes so good." I
twitched from time to time as the stubble scratched me, which seemed to further arouse his masculine desire. He straightened up, his
hand gripping his thick penis, and began thrusting and rubbing it wildly against my tender pussy. I was terrified, my body
twisting and turning . Suddenly, his companion said, "Brother Fa, she's not even fourteen years old yet." (Later I learned that
having sex with a woman under fourteen is rape.) Brother Fa froze for a moment, then suddenly grabbed my legs and thrust his thick penis
between my thighs, rubbing it back and forth forcefully while making roaring noises. His other hand roughly grabbed my budding
breasts, causing me pain. With a thrust of his body, I felt waves of heat piercing my stomach; I knew
he had ejaculated. I didn't know how long it had been since he'd done it, and he'd actually ejaculated on my face. Humiliation brought tears streaming down my face
. They threw me onto the seat, tossed me a bill, and quickly left. I remained naked on the seat for a long time
before I came to my senses. After tidying myself up, I picked up the money—a hundred-yuan note. My virginity had almost been
destroyed by that one hundred yuan. I went out to shower and change before returning home. I cooked dinner, but Dad still wasn't back. I kept
waiting, missing him terribly. Finally, as evening approached, he came home. I immediately threw myself into his arms and cried,
saying, "Dad, why did you take so long? I was so worried about you!" Dad comforted me, saying, "Good girl, Dad had a long-distance passenger today." I
cried, "Dad, don't work anymore! I'll support you from now on. You can have everything a woman can't give you."
Dad looked at me strangely and asked, "Are you alright?" I said, "I'm fine. Let's eat." That night, I
slept nestled in Dad's arms. I was twelve years old then, beginning to develop into a mature woman. Perhaps Dad hadn't been with
a woman in a long time; his natural reaction caused his penis to unconsciously become erect, pressing against my stomach. I didn't want
to refuse . I truly wished Dad would treat me as his woman. I would give him everything without reservation, because he
was the only man I loved in this world, my life, my everything.

When I woke up in the morning, my dad had already gone to work. There was breakfast he had prepared for me on the table.
I couldn't stop my tears from falling. For the first time, I felt so lonely, so helpless, and so inseparable from my dad. I turned on
the TV and accidentally learned that today was Father's Day. My dad also has a holiday. I was suddenly excited. I immediately went to
the street and bought my dad a gift, a new set of clothes from head to toe. I dressed up carefully, let down
my usual braids, got a long, wavy hairstyle at the hair salon, put on a tight and sexy dress, and put on light makeup. As
evening approached, I cooked a sumptuous meal. I also boiled water and bought a large bathtub. Thinking about my dad's
joy when he came home and saw all this, it seemed that all my worries disappeared.

Dad finally came home. As soon as he walked in, he seemed not to recognize me, staring at me blankly
with surprise, admiration, and even a hint of primal desire in his eyes. I don't know why, but I blushed instantly and ran
up hugging his neck. I said, "Dad, do you know, today is your special day." As I spoke
, I took out a gift for him. Dad was stunned; perhaps he had never had such nice clothes before. I quickly said, "Dad, I saved up
money from doing handicrafts." Dad's eyes showed gratitude and complex emotions. Afraid that he might overthink things, I said, "Dad, come and eat.
" We had a very happy meal. I even bought Dad some wine. We, father and daughter, felt like the happiest people in the world. After we finished eating,
I asked Dad to take a bath. When he saw the bathtub I had filled for him, he smiled and said, "Seeing the bathtub reminds me of when I used to
bathe you when you were little. You were so naughty back then, always splashing water on me." I blushed and said reproachfully, "Dad, hurry up, it
'll get cold soon." Dad seemed to enjoy his daughter's filial piety, relieving his usual fatigue. I
heard him go into the bathroom to take a shower, so I quickly tidied the table and room, letting him soak a little longer to relax. Actually, my heart was pounding.
Perhaps he was too comfortable, or maybe it was the alcohol, but I heard him snoring outside the door. I
locked the door, drew the curtains, took off my clothes, and resolutely went into the bathroom. I saw Dad half-reclined in the tub,
his head resting on the air pillow I bought him, his strong arms draped over the edge of the tub. I gently walked over and saw
Dad's broad chest; a strong masculine aura filled me. I gently placed my hands on Dad's head,
massaging it, and looked lovingly and affectionately at his smiling, sleeping face. I felt that no one in the world was
more handsome or better than him. At this moment, Dad suddenly woke up, saw me, and was very surprised. "What's wrong, little girl?" I said. "Dad, you're too tired
. Let me take care of you." He hurriedly said it wasn't appropriate. When he turned around and saw me wearing only underwear,
outlining my alluring youthful body, he hesitated, looking like he wanted to say something but couldn't. It made me feel like he suddenly became a child. I
leaned down and hugged his neck, my hands caressing his chest in his warm embrace. I whispered, "Dad, I used to splash
water on you when I was little. Now your daughter is returning the favor." Dad probably didn't know what to do. I calmly removed
my underwear and bra in front of him. This was the first time he had seen his daughter's already developed body. It was white, with an irrepressible
youthfulness that no one could resist. I stepped into the bathtub, picked up a towel, and started washing my father
. I sat on his strong thighs, my tender breasts appearing and disappearing. I hugged my father, his slightly rough chest rubbing against my delicate breasts.
Seeing the tender nipples, I suddenly felt that my gratitude towards my father was too late, too little. Looking at him, I
timidly said, "Dad, you are my everything. I can never live without you. I've grown up.
I'll give you everything a woman can give you, and even things a woman can't give you." As I spoke, I buried my face in his arms and cried. My father
hesitated for a moment before suddenly embracing me and kissing me. I closed my eyes, not daring to look at his sobbing, but simply
accepting the love I had longed for. He propped himself up, and I pressed my whole body tightly against him, wanting to stay like that
forever. This was my safe haven, my eternal safe haven.

My father carried me to the bed. It seemed he had transcended worldly ethical concepts. We were not only daughter
and father, but also lovers, spouses, and friends. He held me in his arms, and I felt the
same way he held me when I was a child. That kind of happiness was irreplaceable. I enjoyed his nervous and clumsy kisses. My tongue
slid around in his mouth like a little fish. Strangely, I wasn't nervous or shy at all. My eyes were always on him, and
the satisfaction and love in my heart made me feel like the happiest person in the world. My father kissed and touched me forcefully,
and I responded with all my might. My whole body seemed to be sending signals to him, and we were so in sync, so
synchronized. I could strongly feel his aroused penis brushing against my legs, buttocks, and abdomen. I wanted to give him
confidence and courage. I closed my eyes, parted my legs, and he gently lay on top of me, as if afraid of hurting me. I
hugged his waist tightly, feeling his hot glans pressing against my vulva, like a snake eagerly
finding its cave. I held my father's penis in one hand. He guided the tool to the entrance of my vagina and tried to push it in. I
winced in pain, and he tried to get off, but I held him and encouraged him even more. He bent down and began
to lick my tender vulva, which was hot and throbbing in waves. I couldn't help but moan, and the intense pleasure
made my whole body tremble. To help me get used to it, my father wanted to insert a finger to test the penetration, but I stopped him.
My hymen had to be broken by my father's penis because he created me, and now it was his turn to reap the rewards
.

Encouraged by me, Dad was already at the peak of his lust. He gripped his penis with one hand and
thrust it into my already wet and tender vagina. I felt a strong sensation of being stretched open and brutally penetrated, and I couldn't help but cry
out . Dad suddenly tried to pull out, but I held his waist tightly with both hands and gritted my teeth. This expression made him unable to hesitate.
He held his breath and thrust his body powerfully. My head suddenly went blank, and a bursting pain
spread from my lower body to all the nerves in my body. My body trembled for a while, and I regained my senses. Afraid that Dad would feel sorry for me, I tried my best to pretend that it was very
comfortable and not painful. I kept stroking Dad's back, which was already covered in sweat, and said in a sweet voice, "Dad, I am your daughter
. I want it. Give me everything."

Encouraged by me, Dad slowly began to thrust in and out. I kept my eyes tightly closed, mechanically and clumsily cooperating with
him. His taut muscles pounded against my body, the impact making me feel the power
of . I don't know how long it lasted, but as Dad thrust in and out, I gradually adapted,
and the pain subsided. I slowly opened my eyes and saw my father's kind and somewhat guilty gaze. I wrapped my arms around his
neck, kissed him, and said tenderly, "Dad, I love you. Everything I have is thanks to you. Now it's your
time to reap the rewards." Dad held me tightly, regaining his masculine confidence and primal dominance, and
began to thrust deeper and deeper, faster and slower, with even more skill. I looked at him with deep affection, satisfaction, and a touch of coquettishness,
caressing his entire body as his hips continued to throb. His thrusts, sometimes tight, sometimes taut, and his hot, burning lips enveloping my
nipples, filled my entire body with excitement. I wanted to pour my whole being into him, my moans driving him
to the peak of arousal. With a low growl and a sudden pause and tension in his body, I felt a surge of heat coursing
through me —his pent-up energy, the magical fluids that had created me. I
was receiving it with my own body, my own womb, without a trace of unfamiliarity; it felt as if they had found
their home. My vagina spasmed violently, further arousing my father, making him tremble. We
trembled in each other's arms for a while before the turmoil subsided. I lovingly stroked his head and kissed him, saying, "Dad,
I love you. This is my Father's Day gift to you." Dad replied, "I love you too, Feng'er." When Dad got off
, I clearly saw my virgin blood on his penis. I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders, as if a lifelong
wish had been fulfilled. Dad picked me up and washed me. I lay there in his warm, strong embrace; it was
the happiest day of my life.

Now, I'm all grown up, a beautiful young woman working in public relations at a company. Many handsome men
pursue me, but I feel nothing for them, not even a second glance. I don't
know how I would feel without my father. Perhaps he was already my whole life. Now, my father's leg ailment
prevents him from working, and I take care of him every day, enjoying his love without feeling like a burden. Father's Day is
approaching, and I bought a large bouquet of carnations. I want to shout to my father, "Dad, I love you! You are my
whole life! I want to be with you forever!"

It seems like I'm overflowing with love for my father, but what is it really? If I had a daughter like that, I'd be thrilled! Haha,
great article! After school, I also learned to do handicrafts to earn some pocket money to help support my family.
Besides cooking for my father after school, I would go with Sister Lan to earn extra money. I had a principle when earning extra money.
He grabbed his penis with one hand and thrust it into my already wet and tender vagina (repeated use).
I was terrified at the time, my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of my chest. Such a sensible and obedient daughter. Such a sexually happy father. This article has good content. The formation of the characters' personalities is a gradual process "through the author's description of the father and daughter depending on each other for survival," and the father... The father shoulders a heavy burden, "supporting this family,"
which is truly remarkable. This creates a great image in the daughter's eyes and lays the groundwork for what follows.
Although the daughter is said to have actively seduced her father, she feels that because he selflessly sacrificed for her,
she should reciprocate with everything he has. This transcends mere familial affection and rises to another level.
The entire story is written from the daughter's perspective, making it all the more moving.
Personally, I don't like seeing male protagonists all the time, especially older men dating younger women.
"Hehe, a contradictory piece of writing. There's no description of inner struggle, yet it's full of questions. It all seems to happen naturally, but when we see such genuine feelings between a father and daughter, it's still hard to accept. It's rare to see writing from the daughter's perspective." "This piece describes the daughter's emotional changes
, but personally, I think it's still a distorted emotion." "After reading it, I felt the daughter was very filial, her love for her father went beyond boundaries, and then everything happened naturally. First-person narration is indeed rare, but it always feels strange; the description of the ambiguous relationship with her father is too dull."

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