[My girlfriend's first foot fetish and incestuous act with her biological father: a slutty girl in black stockings and beautiful legs] [Author: Okami]

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Author: okami
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(ps: This is another special episode about Sayaka. She's such a hard worker, Sayaka-chan, ganbatte!)
It's dismissal time at the private Seiko Girls' High School.
I waved goodbye to two classmates I was close to as we walked to the school gate. Carrying my schoolbag, I silently walked towards the corner of the alley leading to the school gate. There was
a . This was the car that usually took me to and from school. Such a display
was extravagant even in a prestigious girls' school. I didn't want to flaunt my family background, and I didn't want to be alienated by my classmates because of it. So
I asked my butler uncle, who usually drove me to and from school, to park the car in an inconspicuous place and wait for me. If it were parked right in
front of the school gate where so many students were coming and going, it would be like showing off my family background to the entire school. That would be too embarrassing
.
Actually, I'd rather be independent. Being chauffeured around every day felt like a shackle on my life.
Wherever I wanted to go or what I wanted to do after school, I had to tell my butler, who also acted as my driver. Although
I was in control, these things would inevitably reach my father's ears. Even trivial matters like who I talked to
would likely be reported to him. Nothing escaped his notice, leaving me with
virtually no secrets.
This naturally included my relationship with my boyfriend, Shinichi. My father didn't interfere in my social circle, even though the fact that
my boyfriend was a commoner, not a nobleman, must have displeased him. However, he didn't strongly
oppose my relationship with Shinichi. The reason was simple yet cruel: in his eyes,
I, his daughter, was merely a tool for continuing the family line.
Having learned this terrible truth, I chose to date a commoner boy to get revenge on my father.
But now, after six months of dating, I've realized I've truly fallen in love with Shinichi. It's no longer about
getting revenge on my father; yes, I'm really in love. When I found my heart completely captivated by Shinichi
, the criteria my strict mother instilled in me for choosing a partner were instantly
forgotten .
To be fair, Shinichi isn't bad, it's just that my mother's standards were far too stringent
. Probably not many men could meet those criteria. While Shinichi's qualities fall
far short of my mother's requirements, that's exactly what I love about him. Unlike those pretentious aristocratic men, Shinichi is
genuine, generous, and gentle, and he always makes my heart flutter. His family background, upbringing, and
everything else are fine.
I love every minute and every second I spend with Shinichi. I love the way he sneaks peeks at my chest, his
sweaty palms when he holds my hand, his clumsy yet earnest kisses, and
the caring texts he sends me every night.
Shinichi… Shinichi.
Shinichi-kun, I really want to get to Shinichi-kun right now, but I can't. School should still be
out for him . I'll just ask the butler to take me to the school gate.
However, if I could be with Shinichi-kun every day without my father's knowledge, that would be perfect. That would
mean I could do so much more with him, not just holding hands and kissing…
I… I'm definitely not expecting anything lewd! I just want to practice our
most important activity as a couple – sex! After all, Shinichi-kun and I have agreed to get married after high school graduation. It's no longer just a casual
relationship; we're genuinely thinking about the future. So, we should practice our sex life beforehand; it's
a wife's duty.
"Miss?"
The butler's call shattered my romantic fantasies about what couples should do. I
realized I'd been standing in front of the car for quite some time.
I felt my face burning. When had my thoughts become so indiscreet? Was it
because of my father…?
The butler stood ramrod straight, a towel on his wrist, his posture
impeccable standing at the car door to greet me as always. His square face, expressionless, exuded
an unspeakable pressure.
“Excuse me, I was a little distracted,”
I said, bowing my head. I avoided looking into the butler’s eyes, partly to hide my blushing
face, and partly to avoid eye contact.
When speaking to someone, especially when apologizing, it's extremely impolite and
insincere I, with my good upbringing, naturally understand this, but I simply don't have the courage to look people
in the eye. Once upon a time, under my father's pressure, I had those unspeakable things with my uncle, and I
could no look at the man who had always taken care of me with a normal heart. He wasn't a bad person, but he was like my father's puppet,
able to protect me like a hero, and also able to hurt me like a devil. No matter what, he
would do without hesitation if my father gave the word.
"Get in the car quickly, the master is waiting for you,"
the butler said in a calm tone, as if what he had done to me was all just
a pipe dream.
"Huh?!"
I shuddered, a storm raging in my heart. The joy I had felt anticipating meeting Shinichi vanished
completely . The next moment, I vaguely saw my father's figure in the back seat through the car window. I reached
for the door, but my hand froze in mid-air. Seeing this, the butler
opened the door for me.
"Father..."
I gazed at the rather young-looking man in the car. My father's company specializes in developing health products.
With the care of various top-quality health and skincare products, my thirty-eight-year-old father looked almost like a twenty-year-old.
My mother was the same. In the past, when I went out with my mother, we would sometimes be mistaken for sisters by classmates, which
bothered me greatly. It was said that my father's company had made a major research breakthrough in maintaining youth.
I've always been a little afraid of my father. He looks at everyone with the same indifference he would show a prop. But
now, the way he looks at me is unusually gentle, like a father who cares for his daughter—a concern that's almost nauseating. Ever since I
learned what he thought of me, I've actually wished he would look at me with that same cold, indifferent gaze.
"What's wrong, Sayaka?"
My father patted the cushion next to him, gesturing for me to get in the car quickly.
I bit my lower lip, suppressing my extreme reluctance, and got into the car. I deliberately sat near the door
, keeping a considerable distance from my father. My thoughts drifted back to that day a few months ago—
the day my relationship with my father underwent a dramatic change.
That day, after my date with Shinichi, whom I had just started dating, I returned home.
To impress Shinichi and please my boyfriend, I had meticulously prepared for the date. I wore
a daring, low-cut, off-the-shoulder dress, chose very thin stockings,
and even wore the high heels I usually disliked. The plan was a success; during the date, Shinichi's eyes were
almost entirely on me. Not only that, but passersby also seemed to be staring at me. This made me very
proud, and the date ended perfectly, leaving no regrets.
That date was fun, but also tiring. Shinichi and I explored the entire amusement park, and even did some lewd things on
the Ferris wheel. To avoid leaving any traces, I let Shinichi ejaculate into my
stockings. The smell of male semen was a bit strange; it was the first time I'd ever seen or smelled it. While I was
a little incredulous, I felt mostly liking it. Most importantly, it was my beloved boyfriend's semen, so I could
n't dislike it at all. Feeling the slippery texture of the semen on my thigh, I even felt a strange excitement. Even though
it was a perverted act I shouldn't repeat, I wanted to say, "Don't do this again," but seeing Shinichi's
equally excited expression, I knew that would spoil his mood, so I kept it to myself.
When I got home, I was drenched in sweat. I took off my sweat- and semen-soaked stockings and threw them into
the basket next to the washing machine—my personal laundry area; the rest I left to the cleaning
lady .
There was no one else at home. I took a hot shower and lay down on the living room sofa in my underwear. This
unladylike behavior would surely get me a scolding from my mother, but after spending time with Shinichi, my
idea of always having to be a lady changed.
(Isn't it good to be a little spontaneous sometimes? Indulging yourself a little brings more inner joy.) That
's what Shinichi's sister told me.
Indeed, her advice was very effective, although it was a little hard to accept for Shinichi's sister.
Because I was so tired, I unknowingly fell asleep on the sofa. When I woke up, it was already night.
I vaguely heard someone calling my name softly.
"Xiao Xiang... Xiao Xiang... Xiao Xiang..."
I heard the voice, opened my heavy eyelids, and glanced into the distance of the living room. The house was a villa, and the first floor was
very spacious. I couldn't see the person clearly, but I knew that the figure was standing by the washing machine near the bathroom door, picking up
the stockings I had thrown into the basket and doing something.
I assumed it was the cleaning lady still there, preparing to wash the personal items I'd asked not to touch. I felt a pang of
embarrassment and annoyance; what would she think of me if she found the semen in my stockings? But I was too
sleepy to get up. I rolled over on the sofa and drifted back to sleep.
When I opened my eyes again, I felt something touching me. My eyelids were still heavy. I squinted
and saw that the figure touching me was none other than my father! My
father almost never comes home except on Sundays. On weekdays, only my mother and the cleaning lady are home,
and now my mother is abroad on business. So, I haven't had any sense of self-protection as a woman. And today
is Sunday; my father will definitely be home tonight. I felt completely shameless, lying on
the sofa in my underwear, sleeping so brazenly—it was utterly indecent.
I was so ashamed I wanted to slap myself. My father must be very disappointed in me. I wanted to get up and apologize,
but I noticed something strange about him. His hand was on my little feet, gently stroking them, his eyes
scanning from my chest to my feet, his breathing a little rapid…
This… this wasn’t like my father at all!
And the way he touched my body was like… like Shinichi…
Strange, so strange. It was my own father, why did I feel like I was being molested by a man?
I hated it , so hated it. Why did he have to touch his daughter’s feet like that? If he was just massaging them, he should be rubbing them
, why was he rubbing them…
I gritted my teeth, feeling the touch of my father’s palm on my soles, and goosebumps rose all over my body. I wanted to
get up and stop him immediately, but as soon as that thought crossed my mind, I noticed my father “rip”
open his zipper and pull out a penis many times larger than Shinichi’s.
I then realized that my so-called “father” was also a man with such a vicious and lewd thing as a penis.
Moreover, my father's penis was much larger than Shinichi's, like a... a
fleshy rod, and it didn't even seem fully erect.
Shocked, I missed the best opportunity to get up. To avoid embarrassing my father, I pretended to be asleep,
desperately praying he would leave quickly. I couldn't help but peek through a crack in my eye, continuing to watch what
my father was about to do to me with his terrifying penis.
(So big! Are all men's penises this big, or is it only my father's? No... could it be that
Shinichi's is just smaller?)
Subconsciously, I compared my father's and my boyfriend's penises. In the blink of an eye, I realized
how shameless I was, comparing my father's and my boyfriend's genitals. This
was incredibly disrespectful to both my father and Shinichi, and it made me feel like a wanton
slut.
I was startled by my own lewd thoughts, but then my father's new actions drew my
attention .
He threaded his fingers between my toes, clasping his hands tightly around my soles. A ticklish
sensation spread through my feet, making my whole body tingle. My father's gesture felt like he
was intertwining his fingers with my toes, like lovers holding hands.
I tried to comfort myself by thinking he was massaging my toes, but he had already pulled out his penis;
any excuse was just self-deception. He even placed his genitals against my other foot,
the glans gently pressing against the sole.
(No! How disgusting!)
I suppressed the urge to scream, clenching my teeth, still hoping that perhaps my father hadn't been intimate with me in a long time.
My mother, having accumulated too much sexual desire, should have been able to leave on her own after a little satisfaction, and wouldn't have
done anything more indecent. However, things didn't go as planned. My father began to molest me with his penis. His
glans, much larger than Shen Yi's, was pressed against the sole of my foot. I could imagine its grotesque shape even with my eyes closed.
(Please, Father, don't continue!)
I pleaded desperately in my heart, feeling my face burning. If this continued, I was afraid I would never be able
to live in this house in peace again, never be able to sincerely call this man "Dad." I
didn't even know how I would look at my father in the future, nor did I know whether I should
tell my mother about this, about how my father was molesting his daughter.
"Ha... Xiao Xiang... your feet are amazing..."
My father panted, grabbing my beautiful foot with one hand and holding his penis with the other, thrusting it back and forth against the sole of my foot
. He seemed to particularly like my slender, beautiful feet.
Whether it was my mother, my female classmates, or even Shinichi-kun, they all praised me highly.
But it wasn't just my beautiful feet that were praised. I
grew up pampered with expensive skincare and health supplements, and every part of my body was meticulously cared for, making me incredibly beautiful. Sometimes, even I
was mesmerized by my reflection in the mirror. This
was evident during my daytime dates; men on the street constantly stared at every
part of my body, their gazes like lewd voyeurs, as if they wanted to imprint my entire being into their minds.
While I felt disgusted by these obnoxious men's stares, I also felt a secret thrill.
It proved I was indeed very attractive, and Shinichi-kun must like me just the way I am.
However, I'm starting to hate my overly perfect body. Even my father
gets Touching my feet isn't enough; he brings them together, but not
completely, just my toes and heels touching, leaving a large gap. Then he
grabs penis and inserts it into that gap, thrusting rapidly, not caring if he "wakes" me up,
muttering shocking things under his breath.
"You slut, lying naked on the sofa tempting your old man, see if I don't teach you a lesson…
uh… this little slut is even better than Reiko's, no wonder she's got her genes."
I can hardly believe these are the words of my usually stern father. His tone and
words are completely different from the father I remember, but compared to what he's doing, it's nothing
.
His penis is big and hot, ravaging my delicate feet. I try to pretend I just woke up
and pull my feet away, but his hands are holding on tightly. My beautiful feet were firmly transformed into tools for his
sexual gratification , and the friction of his penis against the soles of my feet brought an unusual pleasure, like an electric current
surging up my feet.
I never thought that, besides the clitoris and nipples, the soles of my feet could also be an erogenous
zone that could produce pleasure. If I also consider the unforgettable feeling when Shinichi-kun ejaculated into my thigh-high stockings today…
In an instant, I felt like a prostitute covered in aphrodisiacs, who might
feel pleasure no matter what he did to me.
How could I be so lewd, getting excited by my own father playing with my feet…
“Oh, you’re awake? Xiaoxiang?”
My father calmly looked at me, showing no panic at having witnessed my shameful act. His calm and composed
expression made it seem as if what he was doing to me was the most ordinary thing in the world. When I opened my eyes, I
was stunned by my father’s composed appearance, and I even forgot the words I was about to say to him.
"No...no, please stop, Father..."
I wanted to shout righteously, but I lacked the confidence to do so. My soft tone didn't convey any
intention , and my father didn't stop his desecrating behavior at all.
My father stroked my delicate feet and asked calmly,
"Why should I stop? Xiao Xiang, are you uncomfortable? Daddy is giving you a massage. This kind of father-daughter bonding
opportunity doesn't come often."
Faced with my father's thick skin, I instantly lost my nerve and could only cover my blushing face, pleading with
a sob .
"This isn't a massage! Waaah...Father, what's wrong with you? It's wrong of me to sleep
here , so please don't do such lewd things anymore!"
My father ignored my pleas and said sternly.
"Answer Daddy's question properly, is it comfortable?"
"No...no...no...not comfortable."
I answered hesitantly, trying to suppress my shame.
"Hmm? Not feeling well?"
My father's eyes were a little strange. This answer seemed to displease him. Suddenly, he pulled
something out from behind his back and threw it at my chest. The two soft black objects splashed out a little white liquid,
some of which even got on my face. Because my breasts were too high, I didn't see it clearly at first. It took me
two seconds to realize that the object on my breasts was the two black stockings I had taken off when I got home.
Both black stockings were filled with semen. The amount was obviously not enough for Shinichi to leave alone.
Thinking back to the figure I had noticed at the bathroom door when I was half asleep, I immediately understood
whose semen was in those stockings. The stockings I wore all day on my date with my boyfriend had ended up being
used masturbation...
I smelled the strange odor, and my face became even hotter. A strong sense of immorality overwhelmed me. I picked up the stockings from
my chest threw them on the ground, but more semen still spilled onto my breasts and cleavage.
(Some similarities to Shinichi's, but also vastly different... This is... this is
Father's semen...)
(Oh no, my body... my body is going to act strange... No, no, no...)
I screamed incoherently in my mind, yet my body began to heat up uncontrollably. The more I tried to avoid smelling
the semen on my chest, the more irresistibly drawn to it. My nose even started inhaling
the air mixed with the scent of a mature man. I felt like Eve tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time, trying to control myself
while simultaneously struggling to resist.
I squeezed my thighs together to avoid my father noticing anything.
"You did it with that boy?"
Hearing my father's question, I nodded against my will.
In reality, I had only masturbated Shinichi a few times. Shinichi's penis was nothing like my father's;
even after so much semen had been ejaculated into his stockings, it remained erect. After Shinichi ejaculated two or three times, his penis went limp and drooped
, looking particularly cute. Naturally, I couldn't do anything more lewd, and Shinichi also wanted to save
my precious first time for the most important night—my wedding night.
My father at that moment was completely different; he wasn't the father I knew. I was afraid he would lose control, so I lied to
him. Unexpectedly, when he saw me nod, a frightening glint flashed in his eyes—it seemed to be jealousy.
"Tell me about how it felt when you did it with that boy. Was it comfortable?"
How could I possibly talk about something I'd never done before? I could only continue to lie, saying guiltily, "
It was comfortable. His thing was big, and we did it for a long time..."
My father noticed something amiss in my dry tone, but he didn't immediately expose me. He just
smiled stared at me with a playful look, his penis still slowly thrusting in and out of my foot.
The pleasure in my soles made me feel slightly wet down there, and I felt a strong urge for something to be inserted, or for someone to rub
my clitoris.
The former was absolutely out of the question, neither for Shinichi nor for myself, but I
was too embarrassed to masturbate in front of my father. I felt an intense itchy pleasure in my body, but I was powerless to stop it, and my genitals became
increasingly wet. Fortunately, I was wearing underwear, so my father probably wouldn't notice my abnormality for the time being.
"Well... let Daddy teach you how to make it even more comfortable?"
My father said, his hand touching my smooth, snow-white thighs.
"No! We're father and daughter, how can you do that?! If you continue, Father, I
'll tell Mother what happened today! If you still consider me your daughter, please stop!"
I brought up my mother as backup, and my threat actually intimidated my father. He stopped touching her, and a sad expression appeared
on his face . Clearly, Father is the one in the wrong, so why am
I the one who's at fault now?
He said in a heavy tone.
"Xiao Xiang, you know, right? Dad did this for the family... Since you want to date freely,
the price is that you must conceive a child of the Kosaka family. The Kosaka family will not acknowledge a child you
have . So, if you want to marry that boy in the future, you must first have a child with me,
understand? If you don't want to, I can call your uncle. Your mother knows about this, but
complaining to her won't do any good..."
My father's words sent chills down my spine. They contained too much information I couldn't accept. My father
had said something like this to me once before, but only as a joke. I once thought it was just
a twisted thought stemming from his lack of regard for me, treating me as a tool for passing on his bloodline. Now it seemed he was serious.
If what my father said was true, then according to this rule, was the man in front of me really my biological father?
I was terrified by the thought and dared not think any further.
Then, my father's expression returned to its usual stern and cold demeanor, the same one that I held in the highest esteem, even though
his was still ridiculously pressed against my little feet.
"If you don't want to... then you must break up with that boy, completely sever ties, and have no further contact
. Then marry the person your family has chosen for you... This is your only
option . It's up to you which one to choose, Xiaoxiang."
"Liar... Liar... How can I choose something like this... This..."
My mind was in turmoil, unable to answer my father's question, or even fully understand it. My father
suddenly moved closer to me. I was terrified of my father now, and instinctively shrank back like a rabbit
. Fortunately, my father didn't do anything excessive; he just wiped the tears from the corner of my eye with his finger, then
pulled me up and gently stroked my hair.
"If you haven't thought it through, take your time. Just make a decision on your eighteenth birthday. Dad understands."
My father's unusually gentle tone touched me. I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but I didn't know what to
say. I looked up and saw my father's large, erect penis, like a cannon pointing directly at me, occasionally throbbing
. I knew this was a man's reaction when he was aroused and stimulated when I masturbated Shenyi.
So, is Father particularly excited about me right now? It seems that if I don't help him, his
penis will stay erect, putting a strain on his body.
It's all because of my promiscuous at home; even though Father is a man, he never considered this.
"I'm sorry, Father,"
I felt a pang of guilt.
Hmm… For Father's sake, I have to help him release this tension. Mother isn't here, so only
I can do it… Besides, Father's current state is also related to me…
I'm sorry, Shinichi-kun, I have to help Dad. This is absolutely not betraying you.
I apologized to my beloved boyfriend in my heart, and then I reached out and grasped Father's penis. My first
thought upon touching it was how hot it was, and I couldn't hold it with just one hand. The thickness of this penis required two
hands to encircle it, unlike Shinichi's penis, which I could easily encircle with my thumb and forefinger. To be specific
, Shinichi's penis was like a thickened pen, while Father's was like a large water glass.
Ah! Honestly, why am I making comparisons again... I'm sorry, Shinichi...
My father was surprised that I would actually help him with his sexual desire, and a gentler smile appeared on his face. Although
the reason behind that smile was disgusting, I had rarely seen this gentle side of my father in my life,
and I felt genuinely happy. My father had always been so cold and aloof, like
an iceberg. The relationship between us was like the distance between a novice ice climber and the summit,
seemingly unattainable.
Now, I was fortunate enough to close that distance. I forced myself to overcome the pain of familial ethics and diligently began
to stroke my father.
"Xiao Xiang, you need to practice more. This kind of technique won't make your boyfriend feel comfortable."
I used both hands to stroke him for several minutes, but my father showed no sign of ejaculating. It was strange.
When I stroked Shinichi, he ejaculated as soon as he held my hand, but it didn't work with my father.
During the masturbation, my father skillfully unhooked my bra, and when Shinichi tried to touch my breasts...
It took me half an hour to untie it, but my father, a mature man, untied it in no time. I
couldn't help but wish Shinichi could have such skill, but I immediately dismissed the thought. If Shinichi were that
skilled, he wouldn't be the innocent Shinichi I loved, the one who blushed at my every smile and frown.
My developing breasts were grabbed by my father's large hand. My breasts were an extremely proud H-cup
, a size that would be hard to match among women my age. During the school-wide physical exam, I overwhelmingly
beat all the girls in my class in terms of bust size, with only one girl from another class surpassing me. I wasn't happy about this;
on the contrary, I was very depressed because my breasts were still developing, causing my shoulders to ache from time to time.
My bra size was also constantly increasing, requiring me to change it again and again. The growing size of my breasts added a lot of
"pressure" to my life that I considered unnecessary.
"No... Father... breasts... don't touch them." My
sensitive nipples were being teased by his fingers, and I suppressed my moans, trying to appear detached and resist my father.
"What does it matter? Let me see how well my daughter's breasts are developing, whether she can breastfeed Daddy."
"Eh? No! There's no milk... Wait?! Don't act like a little baby! Father, Father! Uh...
"
Father really did press his mouth against my chest like a little baby. I wanted to push him away,
but when his mouth was on my nipple and his whole face was pressed against my chest, crushing my high, huge breasts into
a meat patty, I couldn't muster any strength. An even more stimulating electric current of pleasure came from my chest, making my consciousness float to
the clouds. I couldn't even resist, and my body completely collapsed on the sofa.
"Ugh... No! Don't touch down there... I hate it, Father... I hate it, ugh."
Father's hand was still inside my panties, and he started rubbing my
clitoris . Father's technique was so amazing that I suspected he had slept with many women, not just my mother. The feeling
it gave me was like countless different hands attacking all my
sensitive spots, and I soon reached orgasm , unable to maintain my dignified image anymore.
"No! Hurry up... Daddy, take it out! Ugh ugh ... My words completely followed my heart. "Ah, mmm, mmm, mmm!!! Oh, it feels so good, why does it feel so good? Mmm, mmm, mmm, Daddy?? Daughter is becoming strange, my body doesn't feel like my own anymore, Daddy?? Daddy?? Daddy... " My hands unconsciously wrapped around my father's head. He was sucking hard on my breast, which had no milk, making gurgling sounds. I didn't find the sound vulgar at all; in fact, I found it somewhat cute. In a daze, I felt that my father had really become a baby being nursed by me, and the maternal instincts in my body were completely aroused by this " baby ." "Ha, mmm, mmm... Daddy?? My little bean feels so good, touch it a little more. I'm sorry, I should have made Daddy feel good... Daddy?? We... mmm, mmm... are we... are we committing incest ?" In my confused state, I asked this question. This was a question I had tried my best to avoid thinking about from the beginning, but at this moment, my brain didn't have much rationality. I even wanted to give my first time to my father, so this question just slipped out. My father's mouth left my breast, and my pink nipples, trembling from being sucked, shone brightly For the first time, I realized how beautiful my nipples were. I gasped, hearing my father's answer. "Hehe, Xiaoxiang, this is just a way for father and daughter to strengthen their relationship. It's just a little intimate, nothing to be afraid of. Besides, maybe you'll have a child for me someday, so this is just a rehearsal." Yes…yes, just a way for father and daughter to strengthen their relationship. It's not incest, nor is it cheating on Shinichi. Just a way for father and daughter to strengthen their relationship… just a way. It felt like the last shackle had been removed from my heart, and I completely opened up. I wanted to strengthen my relationship with my father, to understand each other more, to have more of a physical and emotional connection, just like with Shinichi . And my father is an important family member; this kind of thing is only natural, isn't it? I helped my father sit on the sofa and climbed into his lap. I knew he was a foot fetishist and especially loved my beautiful feet, so this time I took the initiative to use my feet to clamp his penis between mine. The image of him masturbating with my feet flashed through my mind, and I replayed it in my mind, even imagining using my toes to envelop his glans. I braced myself against my back and diligently performed a footjob on his penis. My current position must have looked incredibly lewd, like a whore . Even though I'd never had sex, I was giving my father a footjob. "Do...do you like me doing this, Dad?" I asked nervously. For some reason, my sense of shame had vanished. If I were doing this for Shinichi, I would be too ashamed to even clamp my feet between mine, but with my father, I could do it so easily. Was it some kind of magic in our father-daughter relationship ? "I love it, I love it so much, Xiaoxiang is amazing, give me more!" My father's eyes narrowed with pleasure. Hearing my father praise me like that for the first time in my life, I was overjoyed, and my body became even hotter. My slender, white, and tender feet went all out, recklessly aligning my father's penis with his. I pressed the glans with my big toe and rubbed , occasionally squeezing his testicles with slight pressure. Because it was my first time, I wasn't sure how much pressure to use, so I was extremely careful, afraid of hurting him. But it seemed that it was precisely this slight pressure that brought him indescribable pleasure. In just two or three minutes, my father ejaculated a thick stream of white semen onto my feet. His penis was still very hard. When I saw this, I felt a strange sense of relief. After ejaculating, which had almost covered my entire feet in sticky semen, I...

He was still standing; if it were Shinichi, he would probably be a dejected little elephant by now.
"Daddy...do you want...do we have to continue?"
I asked shyly, not daring to look into my father's eyes, afraid he would know my desire to continue.
"Of course we'll continue. Daddy can still ejaculate a lot more, but this time let's do it with stockings, like these on the floor."
My father gently rubbed my breast with one hand and pointed to
the black over-the-knee stockings on the floor, filled with the semen of both my boyfriend and my father. They looked so dirty, and they were soaked with my sweat from the whole day. To put those dirty
stockings back on my beautiful legs and give my father a footjob was just too disgusting and perverted.
I felt disgusted, yet a perverted excitement arose within me.
I bit my lower lip and obeyed my father's instructions, picking up the two smelly black stockings and slowly
putting them back on my legs. Because they were filled with so much semen, they were beyond slippery
.
It felt like shoving your legs into a vat full of paste and stirring
them around. The sensation of being enveloped in that sticky paste was initially nauseating, but as my mind gradually adjusted, my skin actually
felt somewhat comfortable, a warm and pleasant sensation.
My father immediately wrapped his arms around my slender waist and touched my beautiful, smelly legs covered in thick, pungent semen. I instantly guessed that
after I finished giving my father a footjob, he would definitely intend to ejaculate his semen into my stockings.

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