A doting daughter

I woke up early this morning feeling a bit dizzy. I looked outside; the rain was still falling. "Am I sick?" I struggled, but found I had no strength at all.

"Dad, what time is it?" My movements woke my daughter, who asked groggily.

"Let me see, 7:10. Honey, time to get up and go to work!" I nudged my wife on my left and lay back down.

A little while later, they were both dressed. Seeing me still lying in bed despite being called to get up, my wife pointed at my forehead and scolded me for being a lazybones.

"Ah Ning, I don't feel well, I might have caught a cold. Let me sleep a little longer." At that moment, my brain felt like a hard lump of paste, and my eyelids wouldn't open. I replied to my wife and then lay back down on my side.

"Oh! Dad, your forehead is a little hot, do you have a fever?" My daughter, Xiao Ye, placed her hand on my forehead, and my wife went to get a thermometer.

I took my temperature and found that I had a fever of 38 degrees Celsius. Sigh, I have to stay home and rest again.

"Xiao Ye, stay home and take good care of your dad." My wife and I have similar personalities, both competitive and hardworking. After exchanging a few intimate words with me, she left for work.

After taking my medicine, I lay back down in bed and covered myself up tightly with the blanket. This illness is probably from catching a chill after getting caught in the rain yesterday. I think it will get better after sweating it out.

Although I'm over forty, I've always felt pretty healthy, but I've been quite busy at work these past few days, so I'm quite tired. Yesterday, the weather was fine until it suddenly started raining in the afternoon. While I was busy at work, I suddenly remembered Xiaoye's classmate reunion. Now that it was raining, and she was only wearing a thin dress and didn't have an umbrella, I was worried she'd catch a cold, so I drove to where they were having their reunion.

I really don't know how they found the restaurant; when I parked, I realized the restaurant was a hundred meters away.

When I arrived at the restaurant with my umbrella, my daughter and her friends were already gathered at the entrance.

"This child!" Seeing Xiaoye and her classmates huddled together, their hands tightly pressed against their chests, I couldn't help but sigh, "Couldn't they have stayed in the hotel?"

"Xiaoye!" I quickly stepped to her side, took off my coat, and draped it over her shoulders.

"Dad! Why are you here!" My daughter looked surprised to see me and immediately snuggled into my arms.

"Get in the car first, it's cold outside!" I smiled and politely gestured to her classmates before quickly leading her back to the car.

"Dad, I want to sit in the front!"

"Don't be silly! Get in first, I still need to pick up your mother." I opened the back door for her and urged her on.

"Hmph, Dad's so biased. I'm your little wife too, why is Mom always the one sitting in front?"

"Sigh, this girl!" I turned to look at her, shook my head and smiled.

"Dad, what are you grinning about?" My dazed brain was just savoring yesterday's sweetness when Xiao Ye pulled me back to the reality of my fever.

"Oh, nothing." I opened my eyes, and Xiao Ye was lying beside me, smiling.

I held out my hand, and Xiao Ye readily placed her hand in mine. When you're sick, having a loved one's hand in yours brings warmth and comfort.

"Dad, do you remember May Day three or four months ago? I was sick then, and you took care of me. Now you're sick, and I'll take care of you."

"Hmm. I remember." I replied. How could I forget such an important day! It was during that May Day holiday that my incestuous relationship with my daughter began.

When I picked Xiaoye up from school, I noticed she seemed listless. By evening, she had a fever.

My daughter said she felt lonely lying in bed alone, so she asked me to stay with her. That night, I held her until dawn.

The next day, her fever subsided. Always very clean, she couldn't stand the smell of sweat, so she wanted to get up and take a bath. I, of course, strongly objected, afraid she would fall ill again. After much insistence, my daughter suggested I wipe her down with a warm, damp cloth. I didn't think much of it at the time and agreed.

When I wiped her chest, I suddenly realized how much my daughter had grown; her breasts were now comparable to my wife's.

However, Xiaoye was, after all, my daughter. At the time, I only secretly admired her beauty and didn't have any lewd thoughts. When I looked at Xiaoye, I found her face was red, and her eyes closed as soon as we met.

When I cleaned her down there, I found that her genitals were already soaking wet! "Xiaoye, you're just as sensitive as your mother!" For some reason, I blurted out those words.

"No, not at all!"

Since I had already said that, I didn't have any other reservations. Actually, Xiaoye and I were very open with each other, including about matters of lovemaking. I never avoided Xiaoye when I was making love with my wife.

"You're already this wet just from Daddy wiping you!" I said, looking at her with a teasing tone.

"I only react like this when a man I deeply love touches me." Xiao Ye's eyes widened as she stared intently at me. "I don't react this way when I, my mother, or anyone else touch me."

I felt a little embarrassed because I sensed something amiss in her words. To escape the awkwardness, I changed the subject, "Have you been touched by other boys?"

Later, Xiao Ye told me that my words had a hint of jealousy. I didn't know women's intuition could be so sharp, but now, thinking back, I did feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"It's Xiao Jie!" she said with a grin. Xiao Jie is my good friend Qian Yu's son, a year younger than Xiao Ye, and he often comes to my house to play. "A while ago, Xiao Jie suddenly hugged me and started groping me. I was so angry I slapped him! I haven't spoken to him for two weeks!"

"Hehe, no wonder your Uncle Qian said Xiao Jie was listless the other day, it turns out it was you!"

My daughter didn't continue, just smiled at me and closed her eyes. The situation was quite embarrassing, so I kept quiet and silently covered her with the blanket.

In the afternoon, Xiao Ye was already full of energy. As for me, I spent the whole morning by her bedside, telling her stories to keep her entertained. After all, I'm forty years old, and after noon I started to feel sleepy, so I went back to my room to rest.

I don't know how long I slept, but in my drowsy state, I felt a pressure on my chest. I opened my eyes and a smiling face jumped into my view.

"You brat, trying to crush your dad!" I reached out and hugged her, rolling her to the side to continue my sweet dream.

"Daddy, wake up! You've been sleeping for two hours!" My daughter wouldn't let go, climbing back onto me.

"Really?" I replied lazily. No wonder my eyes were so heavy; I must have slept too much again.

I forced myself to wake up, wanting to wash my face to clear my head. "Xiaoye, get down, I'm going to wash my face."

"No!"

"Don't be silly, Daddy's head's spinning. Let me get up and wash my face to clear my head."

"No, I'll help you. Lie down and don't move!" She then grabbed a damp towel and started wiping my face.

"Hehe, when did Xiaoye become so sensible?"

"Xiaoye has always been sensible!" she said, playfully pinching my cheek. (I've always disliked that kind of parental style, so I don't mind this cheek-pinching; on the contrary, I think it shows the close bond between father and daughter.)

I knew in my heart that she was retaliating because I had helped her wipe herself that morning. Thinking about what happened that morning, my penis actually started to stir. I reached down and pinched my thigh hard, hoping to quickly suppress it, while glancing at her guiltily. "Thank goodness! My daughter didn't feel anything," I thought to myself with relief.

But soon, I realized I was wrong. Actually, it was understandable; she was lying on top of me, and my penis was pressed tightly against her body.

Suddenly, I felt her small hand brush against my penis, and my penis became even more erect. It wasn't usually this strong! Could it be that my penis changed in front of my daughter?

Oh no! I stared at Xiaoye and saw a flash of surprise on her face, followed by a blush. I wanted to say something, but I felt so awkward that I couldn't utter a word. Time seemed to become an enemy; the awkward atmosphere was silent, broken only by my suppressed heavy breathing and my daughter's disordered panting.

After a moment of silence, my daughter suddenly leaned down, her flushed cheeks pressed tightly against my ear. And I instinctively reached out and embraced her. This action was as impulsive as closing one's eyes when a foreign object flies at them, but it was misunderstood by my daughter (of course, she only realized it was a misunderstanding later). My daughter's right hand, which had been exploring what was happening below, now tightly gripped my erect penis.

From that moment on, the incestuous affair began and could not be stopped. Slightly dazed, I found my daughter's lips and gently kissed them. Soft and moist, the beauty sent a shiver down my spine. My daughter's response was even more passionate; her fragrant tongue pried open my sluggish teeth, entwining in my mouth.

My wife loves kisses and hugs, and now it seemed my daughter did too! Her small hand, which had been holding my penis, unconsciously loosened its grip, and instead, she held me tightly.

The gradual weakening of my penis brought me back to my senses. I knew that as a father, I should immediately stop this abnormal behavior, but I didn't. I couldn't bring myself to say those morally correct things; having already done this, making excuses would be tantamount to slapping myself in the face. Moreover, it's obvious my daughter has feelings for me, and saying the wrong thing would only hurt her.

After thinking for a while, I felt suffocated, so I quickly used this good excuse to get away from her mouth, panting heavily, and muttering, "Xiao Ye, are you trying to smother me?"

Xiao Ye gave me an awkward smile and exhaled a large breath in my face, as if to show that she was also suffocated.

The awkward atmosphere eased slightly, but my daughter was still hugging me, and my uncooperative arms were also tightly wrapped around her. These actions forced me to confront my daughter and have a discussion about what had happened.

"Xiaoye!" I looked at her, suddenly seeing her expectant face and those all-knowing eyes. I sighed inwardly and blurted out, "I love you!"

Perhaps women are all easily moved; my daughter's eyes lit up. Seeing this, I felt my own eyes welling up, so I pulled her into my arms to hide it.

"Daddy, I love you too," Xiaoye whispered in my ear.

Daddy! The word, uttered unintentionally, stung my heart, mixed with a strong sense of excitement from the incestuous relationship.

Oh well, let it be!

After a while, I had a deep talk with her. I could ignore the outside world, but what about my wife? When this question was raised, my daughter said she would handle it. Later, my wife returned home, and the next day she talked to me. Her first words were, "I approve of your relationship with Xiaoye."

I was surprised, thinking she was joking. After all, when I raised the issue with Xiaoye, I still harbored some hope that my wife would end this inappropriate relationship. I looked at my wife's face; although she was smiling, I could still sense the seriousness in her words.

I asked her why she answered Xiaoye that way, and she kissed me, saying, "You don't understand women's minds." When I asked Xiaoye how she had convinced my wife, her reply was simply "a secret." Sigh, even though I am their husband or father, their thoughts now confuse me.

"Dad! What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking about the early days of our relationship," I replied. Coming to my senses, I began to notice her beautiful breasts, half-hidden and half-revealed. I freed my hand from her grasp and reached for her nightgown.

My clumsy left hand struggled a few times but couldn't unbutton it. My daughter moved my hand away, saying understandingly, "Dad, let me do it. You're sick and still not behaving!"

I smiled at her, placed my hand on her back, and with a little pressure, Xiaoye shifted closer to me, bringing her beautiful breasts right in front of me.

"Good girl!" I murmured, placing my hand on her upper breast and pressing my face against her lower one. A faint fragrance wafted into my nose, and I couldn't help but close my eyes contentedly.

"Hehe, Daddy's acting like a good baby now." My daughter's silvery laughter reached my ears, and at the same time, I felt her hand press my head closer to her chest.

This feeling of flesh against flesh was intoxicating. It seemed like our generational roles were reversed; I was like a child being held by my mother. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and lick her nipple. My daughter giggled, probably realizing our amusing situation, and deliberately put her nipple in my mouth, "Good Daddy, nurse!" Then she laughed again.

Although both my hand and mouth were enjoying this wonderful encounter, being sick and feverish made me weak, and in this infinitely pleasurable embrace, I unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up again, I found the view outside the window had turned gloomy. My daughter was still lying in the same spot as when I had fallen asleep, but she was asleep too. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table: 12:40. It looked like it was going to rain again.

Having lay there all morning and worked up a sweat, I felt as if I had regained my energy; the hot, dizzy feeling had disappeared. My left hand was still on her soft, white breast, and this sight made my previously limp penis harden.

I couldn't resist gently kneading Xiaoye's breasts. The moment my hand moved, she stirred. "Dad, you're awake?"

"Yeah. You're awake too?" I answered casually, my mind completely absorbed in her beautiful, full, soft, and firm breasts. The two bright red cherries adorning those white hemispheres were already covered in my saliva.

"Dad, how are you feeling?" My daughter moved my head away and looked directly into my eyes.

"Feeling great. Look at me now, so energetic." I smiled at her, reaching out to remove her pajamas. I glanced at her white panties embroidered with small animals, hesitated for a moment, and then went for them too.

My blatant actions naturally received my daughter's tacit approval. She bent her legs, helping me remove that beautiful obstacle. After I finished, I winked at her, pulled back my blanket, and the girl slipped into my arms like a slippery eel. Just

as Xiaoye's cherry lips were about to touch mine, I quickly pulled away; kissing isn't advisable when you have a cold. Xiaoye looked at me questioningly, and I quickly explained my reasoning. She nodded as if suddenly understanding, then paused to think for a moment and said,

"Daddy, then we can't make love either."

Although I knew that having sex now might have negative consequences, I was too consumed by lust to care. If my condition worsened, I'd have to get an IV!

Having figured it out, I replied, "It's okay, my sweet little darling will just take the initiative when we make love later."

My daughter smiled generously, then snuggled back into the covers and started licking my chest as she had done before. But this time, after just a quick lick with the tip of her tongue, she looked up at me, stuck out her tongue, and complained, "Daddy, you're sweating so much, it's all salty, it's hard to lick."

Actually, I hadn't asked my daughter to do this to me. Thinking about how sticky I was, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. I said, "Sweetie, then don't lick anymore."

My daughter leaned over and gently kissed my forehead, then snuggled back into the covers and hugged me tightly. I took her hand and guided it to my penis.

"It's so big!" My daughter stuck out her tongue at me, and her soft fingers began to stroke it.

Her breasts were still changing shape in my hands, and with each squeeze of my fingers, I could feel the tender flesh overflowing from between my fingers. The pleasure in my lower body came frequently, making my hands naturally become stronger.

"Oh! Daddy, be gentle!" My daughter rolled her eyes at me.

I smiled apologetically and reached for her secret place, where it was already flowing with moisture. I wiped some fluid from the crevice, and my daughter moaned. At the same time, I slipped my index finger into her little hole.

My daughter stopped what she was doing and instead gripped me tightly, moaning under my finger's assault.

"Hmm, that's enough!" I patted her smooth back with my other hand.

Xiao Ye nodded, leaned down slightly, grasped my penis, and guided it to her entrance. I cooperated by pressing down on her buttocks, thrusting my hips forward, and smoothly entered her sacred place, lubricated by her love juice.

My daughter slowly sat up, placed her hands on my chest, and began to stroke my penis up and down. I was enjoying the thrill my daughter was giving me. As time passed, her breathing grew heavier, and her movements became weaker.

Looking at her sweat-drenched, white body, and then at the white fluid flowing between our bodies, I felt a rush of heat to my head. I stared at her with wide eyes, reached out and gripped her slender waist tightly, thrusting my hips forcefully.

"Boom!" A clap of thunder sounded outside, and at the same time, my ejaculation was released, my throbbing penis shooting semen into her body... (

Sequel to "My Pampered Daughter")

Time passed quickly. My daughter had been in university for a month. Xiao Ye's university was still in N City, but it was quite far from home. This girl insisted on living in the dorm when school started, saying she wanted to experience university life. Sigh, I originally wanted to rent her a place near her school so she could be more comfortable. But what's so good about living in a dorm? It's crowded, messy, and everyone's distracting. I know all this, and I've tried to persuade her otherwise, but my daughter is determined, and as her father, I can only give in.

My daughter comes home on weekends, and I try to spend as much time with her as possible. Honestly, in the past eighteen years, she's never been away from me for more than two days. When Xiaoye first started school, I didn't see her for five days straight; I, being a homebody, really wasn't used to it. Today is Friday, and I'll see my daughter tonight; I'm really looking forward to it.

Recently, due to company expansion, Qian Han and I rented an additional floor for office use. Qian Han plans to hire a few more new employees; with increased business, he feels we should each have a secretary. Quite a few people have applied, but none have met our standards.

I was idly swishing my chair when a knock came at the door. "Come in!" "

Mr. Lu, another young lady has come for an interview."

"Please let her in." I shook my head. Qian Han assigning this task to me was practically making me suffer. Qian Han's standards are incredibly high; she needs both education and a good figure. It's tough!

"Manager Lu, hello!" The woman smiled at me.

"Xiao Ye?" I pointed to the door. "Lock the door first, you're being silly. Why are you here so early today? And you even came straight to the company?"

"My teacher asked for leave today, so I came back first." My daughter said, looking around. "Dad, your office now looks like a manager's office."

"Really?" I smiled and tidied up the documents on my desk. "Sit down." I pointed to the leather sofa next to me.

"Hmm, so impressive!" My daughter put down her bag. "Dad, you look like a manager sitting in that high chair. Before, you always looked like an office worker."

I chuckled. Impressiveness is something you buy with money. Such a big office, all these decorations, all these office supplies, they all cost money. "What do you think of my current office?"

"It's great, spacious, four or five times the size of my dorm room. This sofa is nice too, even better than ours! Uncle Qian must have had it furnished for you, right?"

"It's nice." I was too lazy to think about these things. When Qian Han said he wanted to move and do a big renovation, I just nodded and let him handle everything. When it comes to elegance, this guy is much more knowledgeable than I am.

"By the way, why did you pretend to be a job applicant? That's ridiculous."

"Hehe, it was just for fun. I originally came to see you, but as soon as I walked in, the clerk asked if I was there for a job interview, so I pretended to be one. I thought he was going to ask me some questions, but he just brought me in. Are you hiring new people now?"

"Hehe, yeah. The company is growing, and your Uncle Qian said we should get a secretary so we won't be so overwhelmed."

The daughter's smile faded: "Dad, are you going to hire a pretty female secretary?"

Looking at her, it seemed like she was about to throw a tantrum. "Yes, your Uncle Qian said we should hire a pretty and talented female secretary." I didn't want to lie to my daughter, so I told her the truth.

"An excuse..." my daughter pouted. "What do you mean Uncle Qian said? It must be because you wanted it. Otherwise, why would that employee have brought me to your office?"

"Dad is telling the truth. Your Uncle Qian said he's in charge of the renovations and all that, so I'll be in charge of hiring, so I won't slack off." I sat down next to my daughter and stroked her hair. "I have your mom and you, that's enough. You're so jealous for no reason."

My daughter leaned against my chest like a little bird and giggled twice. "Did you miss me?"

"I missed you so much."

Xiao Ye reached for my waist and pulled out my belt. I quickly grabbed it. "Xiao Ye, stop fooling around. We're in the office."

"No! Didn't you just say you missed me? I want to do it with Daddy here." My daughter looked up at me and pouted. "It's more exciting in your office. Besides, Mommy has never done it with you in the office. I'm going to be the first this time." Women, once they go crazy, they'll do anything outrageous. Facing this little vixen, I couldn't bring myself to refuse.

"Sigh, Xiaoye, the sofas here are for guests. They're not hygienic. It's better to make love at home."

"No, I'll just take a shower at home." My daughter had already unbuckled my belt and taken off her skirt, urging me, "Daddy, hurry up and take it off!" Seeing my daughter's lewd and awe-inspiring appearance, I shook my head helplessly.

My daughter tossed her clothes aside, giggled, climbed onto the sofa, arched her back, smoothed her hair behind her ear, and took my penis into her mouth.

My left hand slowly slid down the back of her head to her back muscles. At that moment, her abdomen was slightly concave, her soft, white buttocks were slightly upturned, and her shoulders, supported by her arms, were also slightly raised, creating a concave curve. This position greatly satisfied a man's desire for dominance, and involuntarily, the term commonly used in erotic literature, "female dog," came to mind.

"Little Ye, you look just like a cute little puppy right now," I gently patted her buttocks; the fleshy, smooth, and soft feel was irresistible.

My daughter stopped what she was doing and said, "Dad, this position is hot, isn't it exciting?" Sigh, my daughter is becoming more and more open about sex, which is different from Ah Ning. However, the two different styles have brought me a lot of sexual interest.

"Yes, it's really hot. Where did you learn these words? I think my daughter is becoming more and more like a little slut." I patted her pert buttocks again and lifted her chin with my right hand.

"Hehe, I won't tell you. Dad, let me ask you, do you prefer making love with me or with Mom? Tell the truth, and don't give me a lie."

This girl! It seems that women are born with a competitive nature. "Xiao Ye, don't be silly. You know this is a difficult question for Dad to answer." I kissed her as an apology for avoiding the question.

"No, tell me! Or I'll ask you in front of Mom when we get home."

"I can't do anything with you. I'll ask you, which do you like more, Dad or Mom? No matter what you answer, the one you're abandoning will definitely be heartbroken. You and your mom are both the loves of my life, how can I distinguish between them? Even if there's an answer, it's definitely that I like them both." "

You're so annoying!" the daughter pouted again. "I like Dad more. Between them, there's definitely one I like more."

"My dear child, how heartbroken your mother would be if she heard you say that. When we make love, you're more open and passionate, while your mother, even though we've been together for twenty years, is still mostly shy in bed. You two have different styles, and you give me different feelings. I like both of you." I picked up my daughter and let her sit on my lap. I said this with a serious expression. After all, my wife and daughter are both my beloved ones, and I don't want to favor one over the other or hurt either of them.

"I've spent more time with you, from when I was little until now. Dad has been by my side more, so I like him more. I always felt you loved Mom more because you two have spent much more time together than I have."

"Silly child, don't think like that. You and your mother are equally important to me. Even if my attitude towards you is sometimes different, it's because your mother is my wife, and you are my daughter."

My daughter grasped my penis and slowly inserted it into her vagina, then suddenly giggled: "Now I'm your wife too, daughter and wife, shouldn't you love me even more, Dad?"

"Nonsense!" I hugged her slender waist, afraid she would lose her balance and fall backward. "Be careful, what if you fall?"

"Hehe, if you fall, your wife and daughter will get hurt. I won't ask anymore, I knew you'd say that, it's pointless to ask anyway." My daughter hugged my neck, gave me a sweet kiss, and wiggled her little bottom up and down.

Before long, a layer of fine sweat appeared on Xiaoye's crystal-clear skin, and she said breathlessly, "Lazy Daddy, give me a hand."

I slid my body down a bit, moved my hands to her buttocks, "You better hold on tight, or you'll really fall." I used my hands to push, moving up and down in sync with her movements. Pleasure spread from the head of my penis down my body, a tingling sensation ran down my spine, and my legs involuntarily tensed up.

My daughter's vagina is truly a masterpiece, warm and tight, the constantly writhing vaginal muscles inside acting like a massage machine, incessantly rubbing against my genitals. Silky strands of vaginal fluid overflow from our point of contact, each thrust scraping up a layer of fine foam; my daughter is truly made of water.

"Ugh... Dad... so good." My daughter's body arched back in excitement, her pair of firm, white breasts suddenly appearing before my eyes. I held her soft buttocks with one hand, the other palm pressing against her nipples, the protruding red cherries sliding back and forth in my hand, a ticklish sensation. I pressed my fingers together, but unexpectedly, under the veil of fine sweat, the slippery flesh slipped out of my grasp.

Sweat poured down her face, beads of sweat forming at her temples. "Dad, I can't go on, let's change positions." I picked her up, disregarding hygiene, and laid her flat on the sofa. I bent one leg, pulling her long, slender legs across my face. At this moment, my daughter's delicate feet were still clad in white cotton socks with cartoon patterns. The innocent girl was now displaying a wanton appearance, truly intoxicating and bewildering to desire.

I held her little foot with one hand and pulled her other thigh over with the other, thrusting wildly. Her pink vulva flushed red from my thrusts, and her body was gradually pushed to one side of the sofa, pressed tightly against the edge. My daughter's weak little hands clung to my arm, her breasts heaving violently. Because she was lying flat, her breasts appeared larger, the full flesh trembling all around.

"Oh...Daddy...Daddy, kiss me." My daughter's starry eyes were slightly closed, and she brought her hand to her mouth, sucking on her index finger. I slowed my movements, bent down, and picked her up. Our lips met, our tongues intertwined, passionately entwined. My daughter's legs straddled my waist, her arms wrapped around my neck, her body pressed tightly against mine.

"Waaah...Daddy...carry me, carry me to your desk," my daughter whimpered, sweat clinging to her hair, contrasting with her flushed face, making her incredibly alluring.

I swept the documents off the table and gently set my daughter down. A layer of mist instantly covered the surface, and the fluid from our joined bodies pooled on the table.

My daughter pushed me away, leaned over the table, and her little hands groped for my still-erect penis. *Pfft!* A gush of fluid spurted out, and the warm, wet, tight, stimulating sensation returned to my glans. "Dad, harder," my daughter said, squeezing her legs together. A

sharp, slapping sound rang out, and my daughter's white buttocks were bruised and bleeding. I spread her buttocks apart with both hands, revealing her brown anus, which was about to bloom. I reached out and rubbed it, and my daughter moaned contentedly, looking like a wanton slut.

Thinking about her first night, A Ning specially decorated the room. She bought some pink lamps to decorate her daughter's bedroom erotically. That day, my daughter was lying shyly on the quilt. When I walked into the room and lifted the quilt off her body, she closed her eyes tightly in shyness. The girl's beautiful body stood upright on the bed, her youthful flesh appearing more pliable due to tension.

Looking around, I can see that my daughter's exquisite body is uneven, her white jade-like breasts stand high, the deep valley is glowing with the color of snow, the top of the mountain is dotted with a circle of pink, and the beautiful pink balls are slightly protruding into the air. Below, the land stretched out flat, with a grassy hill rising at the edge. Fine pubic hair curled slightly, and two grooves ran across her white flesh, meeting at that sacred valley.

A Y-shape formed by indentations stood out so starkly against her jade-like skin. I gently parted my daughter's legs, and two incredibly tender pink lips formed a jade-like slit, from which a rich fragrance seemed to emanate, overwhelming my mind—this was my daughter's treasure.

My daughter, still stiff and bashful, obediently let me do as I pleased. When my gaze shifted from her private parts to her bright eyes, she shyly covered her face with her hands, but a small gap remained between her fingers, her sparkling eyes still meeting mine.

I smiled inwardly. It's the first time, everyone's shy, but my daughter was so nervous; I had a duty to help her relax and enjoy the pleasure of sex. I lay down beside her, pulled her into my arms, parted her hands, and found her fragrant lips, my tongue plunging into her mouth.

Scraping against her sweet saliva, I deliberately acted eager, greedily swallowing her fluids, while my hands constantly caressed her back, trying to create a relaxed and sweet atmosphere.

My daughter responded passionately to my kiss, her little hands beginning to wander over my body intermittently. Wherever her delicate hands touched, I felt a warm sensation.

"Dad, be gentle, I can't breathe..." she gasped, pulling away from my lips. Before I could respond, she caught her breath and clung to me again, swallowing my saliva as if unwilling to give up. My

arms, which had been tightly wrapped around her, gradually loosened. I had been so intoxicated, the deep love welling up inside me wanting to bind us together, that I had forgotten the limits of what my daughter could endure.

My daughter was lost in a passionate kiss, but I, with my mind clear, was not satisfied. Already immersed in the pleasures of love, I had long since cast aside any taboos between father and daughter. I gently caressed her vibrant breasts, smooth yet resilient—truly the flesh of youth! My thumb lightly teased her nipples, feeling them harden. The body in my arms trembled slightly, and the woman in the midst of the passionate kiss moaned softly. Suddenly, Xiao Ye pulled away from my lips, gasping for breath, and said, "Dad, I feel so strange, it's swollen down there, I can't help but want to moan."

"If you want to moan, just moan, don't hold it in," I comforted her with a smile, my hand already reaching between her legs. Suddenly invaded by a foreign object, my daughter reflexively closed her legs tightly, trapping my hand between them. However, after a moment, her legs loosened. Xiaoye crossed one leg, rubbing the inside of her thigh against the back of my hand.

Her untouched virgin territory quickly became wet under my touch, indicating that my daughter was also a woman with abundant vaginal lubrication. The slippery nectar covered my fingers, and my index finger, which had been wandering around the outer edge, easily found my daughter's entrance thanks to the lubrication. With a slight probe, half a knuckle was inserted.

"Oh... Dad..." my daughter moaned, her hot, delicate body constantly twisting. I was afraid she would hurt her slender waist.

At the tip of my finger, a thin membrane blocked my intrusion. I gently scraped it a couple of times, which elicited another tremor in my daughter. I withdrew my finger and put it in my mouth. My daughter noticed this and became even more shy.

"Xiao Ye, Daddy can't take it anymore, I have to go in." I sat up and stroked her cheek. I lifted my penis and aimed it at her tender little hole, rubbing it up and down along the slit a couple of times. My daughter's body trembled continuously. "Dad, I heard that the first time is very painful, you can be gentle."

"Yes, that's how it is for every daughter's first time. Daddy will be gentle." I pulled a clean white towel from the bedside and placed it under my daughter's plump buttocks. This was my wife's idea; the first time is always something to remember. She specially went to the store and picked out a high-quality one.

I spread my daughter's legs wide, pressed down on her hips, aimed at her entrance, and thrust straight in. My daughter screamed as my penis tore through the symbol of her girlhood, reaching her very core.

Xiaoye gripped the sheets tightly, her rosy face gradually turning pale, her temples drenched in sweat. I stopped, gently lay on top of her, and softly licked away her tears. "Xiaoye, don't cry, just bear with it, it'll be over soon."

"You're lying, it hurts so much! Daddy, you're bad, you're bad! You promised to be gentle!" My daughter pounded my chest, her face streaked with tears.

"A short pain is better than a long one." I kissed my daughter's fragrant lips. My wife had done the same the first time, and seeing my daughter's expression, I felt as if I had returned to that first time.

I grasped my daughter's breasts, trying to distract her. Since I wasn't moving down there anymore, she gradually cooperated, kissing me passionately, moaning as I kneaded her breasts.

"Feeling better? How does it feel down there?" I gently caressed her soft vulva, licking away her tear stains, and asked as softly as possible.

"Hmm, a strange feeling, swollen."

I moved slightly, and my daughter let out a soft moan. Seeing that I had stopped, she smiled and said, "Dad, you can move, it doesn't hurt too much." I nodded and continued my work.

The tightness of her virginity was almost unbearable for me, a completely different feeling from my wife. The thought that the woman beneath me, yielding to pleasure, was my own daughter intensified the stimulation in my lower body.

There seemed to be a suction force in my daughter's vagina; the warm, fleshy vaginal muscles enveloped my penis, constantly writhing, a numbing, pleasurable sensation spreading from the head of my penis throughout my body.

I paused, took a deep breath, and looked towards our point of contact. Every time I made love to my wife, I always liked to look there, feeling the union of our souls and bodies, feeling that tightness. Seeing the love fluid tinged with blood, a warm feeling of love rose from the depths of my heart. At this moment, my frenzied passion gradually calmed down, and I tenderly stroked my daughter's jade-like legs and slender waist, hoping that my love could reach her.

A woman's first time is always so delicate, so pitiful. A broken flower cannot withstand a storm. I moved gently, but even so, the tight, warm vagina of my daughter and the stimulation of incest quickly made me ejaculate.

Gushing fluids flowed onto the handkerchief as I withdrew, milky white with a few streaks of blood, painting a picture of love.

I woke up early in the morning and found my head was a little dizzy. I looked outside; the rain was still falling. "Am I sick?" I struggled, but found I had no strength at all.

"Dad, what time is it?" My movements woke my daughter, and she asked me groggily.

"Let me see, it's 7:10. Honey, time to get up and go to work!" I nudged my wife on my left and lay back down.

A little while later, they were both dressed. Seeing me still lying in bed despite being called to get up, my wife pointed at my forehead and scolded me for being lazy.

"Ah Ning, I don't feel well, I might have a cold, let me sleep a little longer." At that moment, my brain felt like a hard lump of paste, and my eyelids wouldn't open. I replied to my wife and lay back down on my side.

"Oh! Dad, your forehead is a little hot, do you have a fever?" My daughter, Xiao Ye, placed her hand on my forehead, and my wife went to get a thermometer.

I took my temperature and found I had a fever of 38 degrees Celsius. Sigh, I have to stay home and rest again.

"Xiao Ye, stay home and take good care of your father." My wife and I have similar personalities; we're both competitive and hardworking. After exchanging a few intimate words with me, she left for work.

After taking my medicine, I lay back down in bed and pulled the blankets over myself tightly. This illness must be from catching a chill in the rain yesterday; I think I'll feel better after sweating it out.

Although I'm over forty, I've always felt quite healthy, but I've been quite tired lately due to a lot of work at the company. Yesterday, the weather was fine, but it suddenly started raining in the afternoon. I was busy at the office when I suddenly remembered Xiaoye's classmate reunion. It had suddenly started raining, and she was only wearing a thin dress and hadn't brought an umbrella. Worried she'd catch a cold, I drove to where they were having their reunion.

I really don't know how they found the restaurant; after I parked, I realized it was still a hundred meters away.

When I arrived at the restaurant with my umbrella, my daughter and her friends were gathered at the entrance.

"This child!" I sighed, seeing Xiaoye and her classmates with their hands tightly clasped to their chests. "Couldn't they have stayed inside?"

"Xiaoye!" I quickly went to her side and took off my coat, draping it over her shoulders.

"Dad! Why did you come here!" My daughter looked surprised and overjoyed to see me, and immediately snuggled into my arms.

"Get in the car first, it's cold outside!" I smiled and politely gestured to her classmates around her before quickly pulling her back to the car.

"Dad, I want to sit in the front!"

"Don't be silly! Get in first, I still need to pick up your mom." I opened the back door for her and urged her.

"Hmph, Dad is so biased. I'm your little wife too, why is Mom always the one who sits in the front?"

"Sigh, this girl!" I turned to look at her, shook my head and smiled.

"Dad, what are you grinning about?" My dazed brain had just savored yesterday's sweetness when Xiao Ye pulled me back to the reality of my fever.

"Oh, nothing." I opened my eyes, and Xiao Ye was lying beside me, smiling.

I held out my hand, and Xiao Ye readily placed her hand in mine. When you are sick, having a loved one's hand to hold makes you feel warm and at ease.

"Dad, do you remember May Day three or four months ago? I was sick then, and you took care of me. Now you're sick, and I'll take care of you."

"Hmm. I remember." I replied. How could I forget such an important day! It was from that May Day that my incestuous relationship with my daughter began.

When I picked Xiaoye up from school, I noticed she seemed listless. By evening, I found she had a fever.

My daughter said she felt lonely lying in bed alone, so she asked me to stay with her. That night, I held her until dawn.

The next day, her fever subsided. Always very clean, she couldn't stand the smell of sweat, so she wanted to get up and take a bath. Of course, I strongly objected, afraid she would fall ill again from the bath. After much insistence from both of them, my daughter suggested I wipe her with a warm, damp cloth. Without thinking too much, I agreed.

When I wiped her chest, I suddenly realized how much my daughter had grown; her breasts were now comparable to my wife's.

However, Xiao Ye was, after all, my daughter. At that moment, I only secretly admired her beauty and didn't have any lewd thoughts. But when I looked at Xiao Ye, I noticed her face was flushed, and her eyes closed as soon as we met.

When I wiped her genitals, I discovered they were already soaking wet! "Xiao Ye, you're just as sensitive as your mother!" For some reason, those words slipped out of my mouth.

"No, not at all!"

Having already said that, I no longer had any other reservations. Actually, Xiaoye and I have always been very open with each other, including about matters of the heart. I never shy away from Xiaoye when I'm intimate with my wife.

"You got all wet just from Daddy wiping you down!" I said, looking at her with a hint of teasing.

"I only react like this when a man I deeply love touches me." Xiaoye's eyes widened as she stared at me intently. "I don't react this way when I, my mother, or anyone else touch me."

I felt a little embarrassed because I sensed something amiss in her words. To escape the awkwardness, I changed the subject, "Have you been touched by other boys?"

Later, Xiaoye told me that there was a hint of jealousy in my words. I didn't realize women's intuition could be so sharp, but now, thinking back, I did feel a little uncomfortable.

"It's Xiao Jie!" she said with a grin. Xiao Jie is my good brother Qian Yu's son, a year younger than Xiao Ye, and he often comes to my house to play. "A while ago, Xiao Jie suddenly hugged me and started touching me all over. I was so angry that I slapped him! I haven't spoken to him for two weeks!"

"Hehe, no wonder your Uncle Qian said Xiao Jie was listless a while ago, it turns out it was you who caused it!"

My daughter didn't continue, just smiled at me and closed her eyes. The situation was quite embarrassing, so I kept quiet and silently covered her with the blanket.

In the afternoon, Xiao Ye was already full of energy. As for me, I spent the whole morning by her bedside, telling her stories to keep her entertained. After all, I'm forty years old, and after noon I started to feel sleepy, so I went back to my room to rest.

I don't know how long I slept, but in my groggy state, I felt a pressure on my chest. I opened my eyes and a smiling face jumped into my view.

"You little brat, trying to crush your dad!" I reached out and hugged her, turning her over to my side to continue my sweet dream.

"Daddy, wake up! You've been sleeping for two hours!" My daughter wouldn't let go, climbing onto me again.

"Really?" I replied lazily. No wonder my eyes were so heavy; I must have slept too much again.

I forced myself to wake up, wanting to wash my face to clear my head. "Xiaoye, get down, I'm going to wash my face."

"No!"

"Don't be silly, Daddy's head's spinning. Let me get up and wash my face to clear my head."

"No, I'll help you. Lie down and don't move!" She then went to get a damp towel and started wiping my face.

"Hehe, when did Xiaoye become so sensible?"

"Xiaoye has always been sensible!" she said playfully, pinching my cheek. (I've always disliked that kind of parental style, so I didn't mind the pinch; instead, I thought it showed the close bond between father and daughter.)

I knew she was getting back at me for wiping her down that morning. Thinking about what happened that morning, my penis started to stir. I reached out and pinched my thigh hard, hoping to quickly suppress it, while glancing at her guiltily. "Thank goodness! My daughter didn't feel anything," I thought to myself, relieved.

But soon, I realized I was wrong. It's understandable, really; she was on top of me, my penis pressed tightly against her body.

Suddenly, I felt her little hand brush against my penis, and it became even harder. It's never this strong before! Could it be that it changes in front of my daughter?

Oh no! I stared at Xiaoye and saw a flash of surprise on her face, followed by a blush. I wanted to say something, but I felt too embarrassed to utter a word. Time seemed to become an enemy; the awkward atmosphere was silent, broken only by my suppressed heavy breathing and my daughter's disordered panting.

After a moment of silence, my daughter suddenly leaned down, her flushed cheeks pressed tightly against my ear. And I instinctively reached out and hugged her. This action, like closing your eyes when a foreign object flies at you, was impulsive and thoughtless, but it was misunderstood by my daughter (of course, she only realized it was a misunderstanding later). Her right hand, which had been exploring what was happening below, now tightly gripped my erect penis.

From that moment on, the incestuous act was unstoppable. Slightly dazed, I found my daughter's lips and gently kissed them. Soft, moist—the beauty sent a shiver down my spine. My daughter's response was even more passionate; her fragrant tongue pried open my sluggish teeth, entwining in my mouth.

My wife loves kisses and hugs, and now it seems my daughter does too! Her small hand, which had been holding my penis, unconsciously loosened its grip and instead tightened its embrace around me.

The gradual weakening of my penis brought me back to my senses. I knew that as a father, I should immediately stop this abnormal behavior, but I didn't. I couldn't bring myself to say those morally correct things. Since I had already acted this way, making excuses would be tantamount to slapping myself in the face. Besides, it was clear that my daughter had feelings for me, and saying the wrong thing would only hurt her.

After thinking for a while, I felt suffocated, so I quickly used this good excuse to pull away from her mouth, panting heavily, and muttering, "Xiao Ye, are you trying to smother me?"

Xiao Ye smiled awkwardly at me and exhaled a large breath in my face, as if to indicate that she was also suffocated.

The awkward atmosphere eased slightly, but my daughter still clung to me, and my own arms, betraying me, tightened around her. These actions forced me to confront her and discuss the situation.

"Xiao Ye!" I looked at her, suddenly seeing her expectant face and those all-knowing eyes. I sighed inwardly and blurted out, "I love you!"

Perhaps women are all easily moved; her eyes sparkled. Seeing this, I felt my own eyes welling up, so I pulled her into my arms to hide my tears.

"Daddy, I love you too," Xiao Ye whispered in my ear.

Daddy! She uttered that word unintentionally, yet it stung me, mixed with a strong sense of excitement stemming from the incestuous relationship.

Oh well, let it be!

After a while, I had a deep talk with her. I could ignore the outside world, but what would my wife say? When this question was raised, my daughter said she would handle it. Later, my wife returned home, and the next day she talked to me. The first thing she said was, "I approve of your relationship with Xiaoye."

I was surprised, thinking she was joking, since when I raised this issue with Xiaoye, I still harbored some hope that my wife would end this inappropriate relationship. I looked at my wife's face; although she was smiling, I could still sense the seriousness in her words.

I asked my wife why she answered Xiaoye that way, and she kissed me, saying, "You don't understand a woman's mind." When I asked Xiaoye how she had convinced my wife, her reply was simply, "It's a secret." Sigh, even though I'm their husband or father, their thoughts are confusing me now.

"Dad! What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking about the early days of our relationship," I replied. Coming back to my senses, I noticed her beautiful breasts, half-hidden, half-revealed. So I freed my hand from her grasp and reached for her nightgown.

My clumsy left hand struggled a few times but couldn't unbutton her nightgown. My daughter moved my hand away and said understandingly, "Dad, let me do it. You're sick and still not behaving yourself!"

I smiled at her, placed my hand on her back, and with a little pressure, Xiao Ye moved closer to me, bringing her beautiful breasts right in front of me.

"Good girl!" I murmured, placing my hand on her upper breast and pressing my face against her lower one. A faint, sweet fragrance wafted into my nose, and I couldn't help but close my eyes contentedly.

"Hehe, Daddy's acting like a good baby now," my daughter's silvery laughter reached my ears, and at the same time, I felt her hand press my head closer to her chest.

This feeling of flesh against flesh was truly intoxicating; it seemed as if our generational roles were reversed, and I was like a child being embraced by my mother. Thinking of this, I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue and licking her nipple. My daughter giggled, probably realizing our amusing situation, and deliberately put her nipple in my mouth, "Good Daddy, nurse!" Then she laughed again.

Although both my hands and mouth were enjoying this wonderful experience, being sick and feverish left me weak. In this blissfully tender embrace, I unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke again, I found the sky outside the window overcast and gloomy. My daughter was still lying in the same spot as when I had fallen asleep, but she was asleep too. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table: 12:40. It looked like it was going to rain again.

Having spent the morning lying down and working up a sweat, I felt as if my energy had returned; the feverish dizziness had vanished. My left hand was still resting on her soft, white breast, and this sight made my previously limp penis harden.

I couldn't resist gently kneading Xiaoye's breasts. The moment my hand moved, she stirred. "Dad, you're awake?"

"Yeah. You're awake too?" I answered casually, my mind completely absorbed in her beautiful, full, soft, and firm breasts. The two bright red cherries adorning those white hemispheres were already covered in my saliva.

"Dad, how are you feeling?" My daughter moved my head away and looked directly into my eyes.

"Feeling great. Look at me now, so energetic." I smiled at her, reaching out to remove her pajamas. I glanced at her white panties embroidered with small animals, hesitated for a moment, and then went for them too.

My blatant actions naturally received my daughter's tacit approval. She bent her legs, helping me remove that beautiful obstacle. After I finished, I winked at her, pulled back my blanket, and the girl slipped into my arms like a slippery eel. Just

as Xiaoye's cherry lips were about to touch mine, I quickly pulled away; kissing isn't advisable when you have a cold. Xiaoye looked at me questioningly, and I quickly explained my reasoning. She nodded as if suddenly understanding, then paused to think for a moment and said,

"Daddy, then we can't make love either."

Although I knew that having sex now might have negative consequences, I was too consumed by lust to care. If my condition worsened, I'd have to get an IV!

Having figured it out, I replied, "It's okay, my sweet little one can just take the initiative when we make love later."

My daughter smiled generously, then snuggled back under the covers and started licking my chest as she had done before. But this time, after just a quick lick with the tip of her tongue, she looked up at me, stuck out her tongue, and complained, "Daddy, you're sweating so much, it's all salty, it's hard to lick."

Actually, I hadn't asked my daughter to do this to me. Thinking about how sticky I was, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. I said, "Sweetie, then don't lick anymore."

My daughter leaned over and gently kissed my forehead, then snuggled back under the covers and hugged me tightly. I took her hand and guided it to my penis.

"You're so big now!" My daughter stuck out her tongue at me, her soft fingers beginning to stroke me.

Her breasts were still changing shape in my hands, and with each grasp of my fingers, I could feel the tender flesh overflowing from between my fingers. Waves of pleasure surged through my lower body, making my hands naturally tighten.

"Oh! Daddy, be gentle!" My daughter rolled her eyes at me.

I smiled apologetically and reached for her secret place, where it was already flowing. I wiped it with my hand, and my daughter groaned as I inserted my index finger into her little hole.

My daughter stopped what she was doing and instead gripped me tightly, groaning under my finger's onslaught.

"Hmm, that's enough!" I patted her smooth back with my other hand.

Xiaoye nodded, leaned down slightly, grasped my penis, and guided it towards her vaginal opening. I cooperated by pressing down on her buttocks, and with a thrust of my hips, I smoothly entered her sacred place, lubricated by her love juices.

My daughter slowly sat up, placed her hands on my chest, and began to stroke my penis up and down. I comfortably enjoyed the exciting stimulation my daughter brought me. As time passed, my daughter's breathing grew heavier, and her movements became weaker.

Looking at her sweat-drenched, white body, and then at the white love juice flowing between our points of contact, I felt a surge of heat rush to my head. I stared at her with wide eyes, reached out and tightly grasped her slender waist, and thrust my hips forcefully.

"Boom!" A clap of thunder sounded outside, and at the same time, my ejaculation was released, my throbbing penis shooting semen into her body... (

Sequel to "My Pampered Daughter")

Time flies. My daughter has been in university for a month now. Xiao Ye's university is still in N city, just quite far from home. When school started, this girl insisted on living in the dormitory, saying she wanted to experience university life. Sigh, I originally wanted to rent her a place near her school so she could be more comfortable. But what's so good about living in a dormitory? There are too many people there, things are messy, and everyone disturbs each other. Although I knew all this in my heart, and I tried to persuade her otherwise, my daughter was determined, and as a father, I could only agree.

My daughter comes home on weekends, and I try to spend as much time with her as possible. To be honest, in the past eighteen years, she has never been away from me for more than two days. When Xiao Ye first started school, I didn't see her for five days straight; I, being a homebody, really wasn't used to it. Today is Friday, and I'll see my daughter tonight; I'm really looking forward to it.

Recently, due to company expansion, Qian Han and I have rented another floor for office use. Qian Han plans to hire a few more new people; with increased business, he thinks we should each have a secretary. Quite a few people have applied, but none of them are to our liking.

I was idly swishing my chair when a knock came at the door. "Come in!"

"Mr. Lu, another young lady has come for an interview."

"Please let her in." I shook my head. Qian Han had given me this task, it was practically torture. Qian Han's standards were incredibly high; she needed both education and a good figure. Tough luck!

"Manager Lu, hello!" The person who entered smiled at me.

"Xiao Ye?" I pointed to the door. "Lock the door first, you're being silly. Why are you here so early today? And you came straight to the company?"

"My teacher was absent today, so I came back first." My daughter said, looking around. "Dad, your office now looks like a manager's office."

"Is it?" I smiled, tidying up the documents on my desk. "Sit down." I pointed to the leather sofa next to me.

"Wow, that's really impressive!" My daughter put down her bag. "Dad, you look like a manager now, sitting in that high chair. Before, you always looked like an office worker."

I chuckled. Impressiveness is something you buy with money. Such a big office, all these decorations, all these office supplies, they all cost money. "What do you think of my office now?"

"It's great, spacious, four or five times the size of my dorm room. This sofa is nice too, even better than ours! Uncle Qian must have it decorated for you, right?"

"It's nice." I was too lazy to think about these things. When Qian Han said he wanted to move and do a big renovation, I just nodded and let him handle everything. When it comes to elegance, this guy is much more knowledgeable than me.

"By the way, why did you pretend to be a job applicant? That's ridiculous."

"Hehe, it was just for fun. I originally came to see you, but as soon as I walked in, the clerk asked if I was there for a job interview, so I pretended to be one. I thought he was going to ask me some questions, but he just brought me in. Are you hiring new people now?"

"Hehe, yeah. The company is growing, and your Uncle Qian said we should get a secretary so we won't be so overwhelmed."

The daughter's smile faded: "Dad, are you going to hire a pretty female secretary?"

Looking at her, it seemed like she was about to throw a tantrum. "Yes, your Uncle Qian said we should hire a pretty and talented female secretary." I didn't want to lie to my daughter, so I told her the truth.

"An excuse..." my daughter pouted. "What do you mean Uncle Qian said? It must be because you wanted it. Otherwise, why would that employee have brought me to your office?"

"Dad is telling the truth. Your Uncle Qian said he's in charge of the renovations and all that, so I'll be in charge of hiring, so I won't slack off." I sat down next to my daughter and stroked her hair. "I have your mom and you, that's enough. You're so jealous for no reason."

My daughter leaned against my chest like a little bird and giggled twice. "Did you miss me?"

"I missed you so much."

Xiao Ye reached for my waist and pulled out my belt. I quickly grabbed it. "Xiao Ye, stop fooling around. We're in the office."

"No! Didn't you just say you missed me? I want to do it with Daddy here." My daughter looked up at me and pouted. "It's more exciting in your office. Besides, Mommy has never done it with you in the office. I'm going to be the first this time." Women, once they go crazy, they'll do anything outrageous. Facing this little vixen, I couldn't bring myself to refuse.

"Sigh, Xiaoye, the sofas here are for guests. They're not hygienic. It's better to make love at home."

"No, I'll just take a shower at home." My daughter had already unbuckled my belt and taken off her skirt, urging me, "Daddy, hurry up and take it off!" Seeing my daughter's lewd and awe-inspiring appearance, I shook my head helplessly.

My daughter tossed her clothes aside, giggled, climbed onto the sofa, arched her back, smoothed her hair behind her ear, and took my penis into her mouth.

My left hand slowly slid down the back of her head to her back muscles. At that moment, her abdomen was slightly concave, her soft, white buttocks were slightly upturned, and her shoulders, supported by her arms, were also slightly raised, creating a concave curve. This position greatly satisfied a man's desire for dominance, and involuntarily, the term commonly used in erotic literature, "female dog," came to mind.

"Little Ye, you look just like a cute little puppy right now," I gently patted her buttocks; the fleshy, smooth, and soft feel was irresistible.

My daughter stopped what she was doing. "Dad, this position is hot, isn't it exciting?" Sigh, my daughter is becoming more and more open about sex, which is different from A Ning. But the two different styles have brought me a lot of sexual interest.

"Yes, it is hot. Where did you learn these words? I think my daughter is becoming more and more like a little slut." I patted her pert buttocks again and lifted her chin with my right hand.

"Hehe, I won't tell you. Dad, I'm asking you, do you prefer to make love with me or with Mom? Tell the truth, and don't lie to me."

This girl! It seems that women are born with a competitive nature. "Xiao Ye, don't be silly. You know this is a difficult question for Dad to answer." I kissed her as an apology for avoiding the question.

"No, tell me! Or I'll ask you in front of Mom when we get home."

"I can't do anything with you. I'll ask you, which do you like more, Dad or Mom? No matter what you answer, the one you're abandoning will definitely be heartbroken. You and your mom are both the loves of my life, how can I distinguish between them? Even if there's an answer, it's definitely that I like them both." "

You're so annoying!" the daughter pouted again. "I like Dad more. Between them, there's definitely one I like more."

"My dear child, how heartbroken your mother would be if she heard you say that. When we make love, you're more open and passionate, while your mother, even though we've been together for twenty years, is still mostly shy in bed. You two have different styles, and you give me different feelings. I like both of you." I picked up my daughter and let her sit on my lap. I said this with a serious expression. After all, my wife and daughter are both my beloved ones, and I don't want to favor one over the other or hurt either of them.

"I've spent more time with you, from when I was little until now. Dad has been by my side more, so I like him more. I always felt you loved Mom more because you two have spent much more time together than I have."

"Silly child, don't think like that. You and your mother are equally important to me. Even if my attitude towards you is sometimes different, it's because your mother is my wife, and you are my daughter."

My daughter grasped my penis and slowly inserted it into her vagina, then suddenly giggled: "Now I'm your wife too, daughter and wife, shouldn't you love me even more, Dad?"

"Nonsense!" I hugged her slender waist, afraid she would lose her balance and fall backward. "Be careful, what if you fall?"

"Hehe, if you fall, your wife and daughter will get hurt. I won't ask anymore, I knew you'd say that, it's pointless to ask anyway." My daughter hugged my neck, gave me a sweet kiss, and wiggled her little bottom up and down.

Before long, a layer of fine sweat appeared on Xiaoye's crystal-clear skin, and she said breathlessly, "Lazy Daddy, give me a hand."

I slid my body down a bit, moved my hands to her buttocks, "You better hold on tight, or you'll really fall." I used my hands to push, moving up and down in sync with her movements. Pleasure spread from the head of my penis down my body, a tingling sensation ran down my spine, and my legs involuntarily tensed up.

My daughter's vagina is truly a masterpiece—warm and tight, with its constantly writhing vaginal muscles acting like a massage machine, incessantly rubbing against my genitals. Threads of vaginal fluid overflow from our point of contact, each thrust scraping up a layer of fine foam. My daughter is truly made of water!

"Ugh... Dad... It feels so good." My daughter leaned back excitedly, and a pair of firm, white breasts suddenly appeared before my eyes. I held her soft buttocks with one hand, and pressed the palm of my other hand against her nipple. The erect red cherries slid back and forth in my hand, a ticklish sensation. I pressed my fingers together, but unexpectedly, under the veil of fine sweat, the slippery flesh slipped out of my grasp.

Sweat gathered more and more, and my daughter's temples were already dripping with sweat. "Dad, I can't take it anymore, let's change positions." I picked her up, not caring about hygiene, and laid her flat on the sofa. I bent one leg and pulled her long, slender leg across my face. At this moment, my daughter's delicate feet were still wearing white cotton socks with cartoon patterns. The innocent girl was now displaying a wanton appearance, truly intoxicating and bewildering to one's desires.

I held her little foot with one hand and pulled her other thigh over with the other, thrusting wildly. Her pink vulva turned red from my thrusts, and her body was gradually pushed to one side of the sofa, pressed tightly against the edge. My daughter's weak little hands clung to my arm, and her breasts swayed violently. Because she was lying flat, her breasts appeared larger, and her full breasts were trembling all over.

"Oh... Dad... Dad, kiss me." My daughter's starry eyes were slightly closed, and she brought her hand to her mouth, sucking on her index finger. I slowed my movements, bent down and picked up my daughter, our lips met, our tongues intertwined, passionately entwined. My daughter's legs straddled my waist, her arms wrapped around my neck, her body pressed tightly against mine.

"Waaah... Dad... carry me, carry me to your desk." My daughter whimpered, sweat clinging to her hair, contrasting with her flushed face, making her incredibly alluring.

I swept the documents off the desk and gently set my daughter down. A layer of mist instantly appeared on the desk, and the love fluid from our joined bodies gathered on the table.

My daughter pushed me away, lay down on the desk, and her little hands groped for my recently withdrawn penis. Poof! A stream of love juice spurted out, and the warm, moist, tight and stimulating feeling came from the glans again, "Dad, harder." The daughter said as she tightened her legs.

There was a loud banging sound, and my daughter's white buttocks were knocked into a layer of blood. Her buttocks were spread open by my hands, and the brown chrysanthemum buds were in bud. I reached out and rubbed them, and my daughter hummed with satisfaction, looking like a slut.

Thinking about her first night, A Ning specially decorated the room. She bought some pink lamps to decorate her daughter's bedroom erotically. That day, my daughter was lying shyly on the quilt. When I walked into the room and lifted the quilt off her body, she closed her eyes tightly in shyness. The young girl's beautiful body lay upright on the bed, her youthful flesh appearing even more supple due to tension.

Looking around, her exquisite figure was curvaceous, her jade-like breasts standing high, her deep valley tinged with snow, the peaks adorned with a pink ring, the alluring pink orbs slightly protruding into the air. Below, the land stretched flat, at the edge of which rose a grassy hill, the fine pubic hair curling slightly, two grooves tracing her white flesh, meeting at that sacred valley.

A Y-shape formed by indentations stood out starkly against her fair skin. I gently parted my daughter's legs, revealing two incredibly tender pink lips that parted into a jade-like crevice, from which a rich fragrance seemed to emanate, overwhelming my senses—this was my daughter's treasure. My

daughter wore a shy expression, her body still stiff, yet obediently allowing me to manipulate her. When my gaze shifted from her private parts to her starry eyes, she shyly covered her face with her hand, but a tiny gap remained between her fingers, her shimmering eyes still meeting mine.

I smiled inwardly. The first time is always embarrassing, but my daughter was so nervous; I had a duty to help her relax and enjoy the pleasure of sex. I lay down beside her, pulled her into my arms, pried her hands away, and sought her fragrant lips, my tongue plunging deep into my daughter's mouth.

Scraping against her sweet saliva, I deliberately feigned eagerness, greedily swallowing her fluids, while my hands continuously caressed her back, trying to create a relaxed and sweet atmosphere.

My daughter responded passionately to my kiss, her small hands beginning to wander over my body intermittently. Wherever her hands touched, I felt a warm sensation.

"Dad, be gentle, I can't breathe..." My daughter pulled away from my lips, gasping for breath. Before I could respond, she caught her breath and clung to me again, seemingly unwilling to give up, swallowing my saliva.

My arms, which had been tightly wrapped around her, gradually loosened. I had been somewhat intoxicated, a deep love welling up within me that made me want to become one with her, forgetting the limits my daughter could tolerate.

My daughter was lost in the passionate kiss, but I, with my mind clear, was not satisfied. Now immersed in the pleasures of love, I had long since cast aside the taboos between father and daughter. I gently caressed her vibrant breasts, smooth yet resilient—truly the flesh of youth! My thumb lightly teased her nipples, feeling them harden. The jade-like body in my arms trembled slightly, and the beautiful woman in my passionate kiss kept moaning. Suddenly, Xiao Ye pulled away from my lips, gasped for breath, and said, "Dad, I feel so strange, it feels so swollen down there, I can't help but want to moan."

"If you want to moan, just moan, you don't have to hold it in," I comforted her with a smile, but my hand reached between her legs. Suddenly invaded by a foreign object, my daughter reflexively closed her jade-like legs tightly, trapping my hand, but after a moment, her legs loosened. Xiao Ye crossed one leg and rubbed the inside of her thigh against the back of my hand.

Her untouched virgin territory quickly became wet under my touch, it seems my daughter is also a woman with a lot of love juice. Slippery nectar coated my fingers. My index finger, which had been wandering around the outer edge, now easily found my daughter's entrance thanks to the lubrication of her love juices. With a slight probe, half a knuckle slipped inside.

"Oh... Dad..." my daughter moaned, her hot, delicate body writhing. I was afraid she would hurt her slender waist.

At the tip of my finger, a thin membrane blocked my intrusion. I gently scraped it a couple of times, eliciting another tremor from my daughter. I withdrew my finger and put it in my mouth. My daughter noticed this and became even more shy.

"Xiao Ye, Daddy can't take it anymore, I have to go in." I sat up and stroked her cheek. I raised my penis, aimed it at her tender little opening, and rubbed it up and down along the slit a couple of times. My daughter trembled uncontrollably. "Dad, I heard it hurts a lot the first time. Can you be gentle?"

"Yes, it's always like this the first time for daughters. Dad will be gentle." I pulled a clean white towel from the bedside table and placed it under my daughter's plump buttocks. This was my wife's idea; the first time is always something to remember. She specially went to the store and picked out a high-quality towel.

Spreading my daughter's jade legs as wide as possible, I pressed down on her hip bones, aimed at her entrance, and thrust straight in. My daughter screamed as my penis tore through the symbol of her virginity, reaching straight to her core.

Xiao Ye gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, her rosy face gradually turning pale, and her temples were covered in sweat. I stopped what I was doing, gently lay down on top of her, and softly licked away her tears. "Xiao Ye, don't cry, just bear with it, it'll be alright in a little while."

"You're lying, it hurts so much! Daddy, you're so mean, you promised to be gentle!" My daughter protested, pounding my chest, her face streaked with tears.

"A short pain is better than a long one." I kissed my daughter's sweet lips. My wife had done the same thing the first time, and seeing my daughter's expression, I felt like I was back in that first time.

I grasped my daughter's breasts, trying to distract her. Since I wasn't moving down there anymore, my daughter gradually cooperated and kissed me passionately, moaning as I kneaded her breasts.

"Are you feeling better? How does it feel down there?" I gently caressed her soft breasts, licked away her tears, and asked as softly as possible.

"Hmm, a strange feeling, a swelling."

I moved slightly, and my daughter let out a soft moan. Seeing that I had stopped, she smiled and said, "Dad, you can move, it doesn't hurt too much." I nodded and continued my work.

The tightness of her virginity was almost unbearable for me, a completely different feeling from my wife. The thought that the woman beneath me, yielding to pleasure, was my own daughter, intensified the stimulation in my lower body.

There seemed to be a suction force in my daughter's vagina; the warm, fleshy vaginal muscles enveloped my penis, constantly writhing, a numbing, pleasurable sensation spreading from the head of my penis throughout my body.

I paused, took a deep breath, and looked towards our point of contact. Every time I made love to my wife, I always liked to look there, feeling the union of our souls and bodies, feeling that tightness. Seeing the love fluid tinged with blood, a warm feeling of love rose from the depths of my heart. At this moment, my frenzied passion gradually calmed down, and I tenderly stroked my daughter's jade-like legs and slender waist, hoping that my love could reach her.

A woman's first time is always so delicate and fragile, making one feel incredibly sorry for her. A broken flower cannot withstand a storm. I moved gently, but even so, the tight, warm vagina of my daughter and the stimulation of incest quickly made me ejaculate.

Gushing fluids flowed onto the handkerchief as I withdrew, the milky white mixed with a few streaks of blood, creating a pattern of love.

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