I am my dad's stocking slave

I'm 26 years old this year. I wear stockings every day; I feel uncomfortable if I don't. I've always believed I'm not a real boy. You see, I've worn girls' clothes since I was little. My family raised me as a girl from the beginning. Before I started kindergarten, I always wore skirts and stockings. This may have directly led to my sexual orientation being different from others, and it also directly led to my father having lustful thoughts about me when I was 6 years old.
I remember very clearly that it was a summer morning. My mother went to work early, and before leaving, she asked my father to take me to kindergarten. After my father and I ate breakfast, we were about to leave, but I didn't want to go to kindergarten, so I stubbornly refused to leave. I lay on the bed and said my stomach hurt. My father sat on the edge of the bed, looking at me with a strange smile. I didn't realize what he was thinking. He kept looking at me like that, and I continued to pretend to be in pain. My father then told me to take off my shorts, which I did. My father said he would rub my stomach for me. I lay there while my father rubbed my stomach with his hands, and my lower body was naked. My dad said, "You'll catch a cold if you go around naked. Wait a minute." Then he took out a pair of my mom's flesh-colored pantyhose from the closet and made me put them on. I felt a little strange, but I put them on anyway. My dad then told me to turn over and lie face down, and close my eyes. I did as he said. I heard the sound of clothes being taken off. When I opened my eyes, I found my dad standing by the bed wearing a pair of stockings. He slowly climbed onto the bed, pressing my body down to keep me from moving. Slowly, I felt his stockinged legs rubbing against mine. Then, I felt a warm sensation as my dad slowly climbed on top of me. I felt something hard pressing against my buttocks, pushing into my anus. It felt very hot. My dad slowly moved on my back, his penis pressing against my anus. I didn't know what he was doing, but I felt that my dad liked me. His hands kept touching my body, and sometimes he would reach under me and rub my penis. I felt incredibly excited. A moment later, I felt a burning sensation on my buttocks. My father had ejaculated—he had ejaculated on his six-year-old son's buttocks, which were covered in stockings. My life was never the same again. From that time on, whenever my mother wasn't home, I would pretend to have a stomachache, lie on the bed, sometimes even wearing stockings. Then my father would draw the curtains, put his stockings back on, and press himself against me. He would ejaculate on my buttocks every time, and my mother never noticed the marks on her stockings. Sometimes, after ejaculating, my father would hug me, and sometimes he would lick my genitals. This continued for four years, and I knew I shouldn't have told my mother. My dad and I had always maintained a tacit understanding. He later told me that there was an opening in my buttocks that could be opened for him to enter. I asked him why he wouldn't, and he just smiled without answering. But I was filled with anticipation. Over the past four years, my obsession with stockings had intensified. Seeing my female classmates' stockings would excite me; I would imagine myself wearing them and how my dad would pamper me. Every time I thought of this, I would excitedly run home, wanting my dad to hug me and touch my genitals. Finally, during the summer vacation when I was ten, my wish came true, and I became my dad's complete stockings sex slave. One summer day, my mom was going on a business trip for a week. My first reaction upon hearing this was to look at my dad, and he was looking at me too. After my mom left, as soon as she returned from the train station, my dad took me to the mall. He made me buy several pairs of the thinnest stockings available that year, as well as a pair of women's high-heeled sandals. We rushed home, drew the curtains, and my dad picked me up, frantically ripped off my shorts and underwear, threw me on the bed, and stripped me naked. I lay on the bed, my little penis erect.
My dad quickly put on a pair of pantyhose, bent down, and took my penis into his mouth. A strong pleasure spread through my body. I excitedly twisted and said, "Dad, I want to wear stockings, let me wear stockings!" Dad immediately spat out my penis. I quickly picked out a pair of pantyhose, put them on, and put on my high heels. I took a few steps to Dad and said sweetly, "Dad, do you like me?" Dad quickly took his penis out of the pantyhose and said, "Good son, Dad has missed you so much. Come on, suck mine, quick!" I squatted down, hesitated for a moment. Dad's penis was really big. Sometimes Dad would press my head against his genitals before, but this was the first time he had taken it into his mouth. Dad was impatient, grabbed my head, and thrust in. I opened my mouth and his big penis was shoved into my mouth with a "plop." It felt so good. His big penis filled my mouth, and the sound of my high heels on the ground, the feel of my stockings... I desperately sucked on Dad's penis. The pleasure I had been waiting for for years finally came. At that moment, I decided that from now on I would live with my father's penis in my mouth, and I would wear stockings and high heels, doing anything to please him.
Last time, I mentioned that my father and I had already had a full sexual relationship, and my penis had been enjoyed by him.
After our first time, we were completely engrossed in a frenzied sexual relationship. Taking advantage of my mother's business trip, I wore stockings all the time, constantly serving my father. Sometimes he would suck my penis as a form of repayment. We made love constantly, and soon, ordinary sex was no longer enough to arouse us. Just then, my mother returned. My relationship with my father was put on hold. However, every day I longed to enjoy the feeling of my father playing with me while I wore stockings, just like during that time. Sometimes when I got home, my father and I could only have sex hastily before my mother returned, without even having time to put on stockings. This went on for a month. One day after school, my classmates insisted on coming to my house to do their homework. I couldn't refuse, so I let them come. As soon as I entered the house, my classmates gathered around the TV to watch, and I went into the inner room. Seeing my dad sleeping, lying on the bed in only his underwear, his penis encased within, I felt a surge of excitement. I closed the door, listening to my classmates' movements, and went to my dad's side. I slowly opened the closet where my mom kept her stockings, took out a pair of stockings, and gently pulled down my dad's underwear. He was still asleep. I lifted his penis and slowly put the stockings on. I opened my mouth, and just as I took the glans in, I suddenly felt his penis thrust upwards, instantly filling my mouth with the stocking. I was startled, realizing my dad was awake and looking at me excitedly. Our eyes met, and we immediately understood each other's meaning. My dad got up, went outside, and said a few words to my classmates. They, unsurprisingly, assumed I was going to get scolded, their eyes filled with pity. Then my dad closed the door. Just as the door closed... I pulled down my shorts and underwear, grabbed a pair of stockings and put them on, then slipped on my mom's high-heeled sandals, pulled down my dad's underwear, and started sucking on him. The feeling was incredibly stimulating. My classmates were watching TV and making a ruckus outside, while I was doing something lewd they could never imagine in the inner room. A minute later, my dad ejaculated, spraying all over my face. To avoid being discovered by my mom, my dad told me to call her workplace. I did as he instructed, kneeling at the phone table. My dad wiped his penis, and just as the call connected, he inserted it into my vagina. I couldn't help but let out a cry, thankfully my mom didn't hear me. Then I slowly asked my mom when she would be back, because I didn't dare to answer quickly. My dad's penis was slowly thrusting in and out of my vagina, and he had put a short stocking over my penis and was rubbing it. I was afraid my voice would tremble if I spoke too quickly. After finally finishing the call, Dad started thrusting into me wildly, spanking my buttocks while cursing me about my poor grades and lack of ambition. I couldn't take it anymore and screamed, "Dad, no! Dad, please stop!" Actually, I was experiencing intense pleasure from his penetration. "Dad, stop! I can't take it anymore!" My classmates probably thought Dad was spanking me; they had no idea I was wearing stockings and having my ass penetrated by Dad's huge penis.
That feeling made me feel so lewd and excited. Soon, both Dad and I ejaculated. Dad pinned me to the bed, and we enjoyed the afterglow of our orgasm. Then we cleaned up the stockings and the traces of our lovemaking. I got dressed, opened the door, and my classmates looked at me sympathetically. I pretended to be in pain, clutching my buttocks. Little did they know, I was afraid Dad's semen would leak out. I quickly went to the bathroom, my heart pounding, but I felt incredibly good. I want to play like this with Dad all the time!!!
Last time I mentioned how my dad and I made love at home wearing stockings. Soon after, my mom started to wonder about certain marks that often appeared on her stockings. My dad, of course, was the first to find out what she was thinking. But my dad was my mole; he quickly told me everything. Although I managed to avoid my mom's detection, it meant that my dad and I couldn't play with my mom's stockings at home anymore. A few days later, my dad and I finally couldn't resist anymore. I asked my dad what to do, and after thinking for a while, he told me a method that excited me so much my dick was hard. My dad decided to take me on his bike to the countryside to do it. How exciting! So that noon, as soon as school was over, I ran home.
When Dad saw me come back, he helped me get ready. First, of course, he took off my underwear, then put a short stocking over my penis and secured it with tape, his intention being to keep me excited. Next, Dad and I put on our outer shorts, Dad slung a bag over his shoulder, and we set off. Dad said to me, "Don't rush, we need to buy some toys." I nodded happily; no more playing with Mom's stockings, of course we'd buy some sexy stockings to play with. We arrived at the market, where various ultra-thin stockings hung on the stalls. Dad and I were very excited. We picked out stockings at the stalls, and no one questioned our motives. So we chose several pairs of flesh-colored pantyhose, and also bought a pair of pearlescent open-crotch pantyhose and a pair of fishnet pantyhose. Just as we were about to leave, Dad suddenly saw a stall selling high heels, so he bought a pair of the smallest size but with the highest heels. After getting on the bike, Dad's penis was already pressing against my lower back, and my penis was also constantly erect. After riding for a long time, we finally arrived at the outskirts of the city. We started following the path, and soon the scattered farmers disappeared. We came to the edge of a small hill, some parts overgrown with weeds, others flat. After observing for a while, my dad and I realized that no one would come here. We smiled at each other, and my dad hugged me and kissed me. I was so overwhelmed by the kiss that I took off my shorts. My dad took off the short stockings from his penis and made me wear different stockings for him. Of course, I was happy to do so. So I opened the stockings package one by one and gently put them on like a girl, then put on my high heels. A shy girl like me showed off her charm to my dad. My dad looked at me while touching his penis. Suddenly, he seemed to lose control and ejaculated. My dad looked at me, and I looked disappointed. He said he would make me feel good later, but I was angry. Dad said to wait a moment while he changed his stockings, so I started a stroll in stockings and high heels, my legs gleaming in the grass along the paths. My feet swayed slowly in my heels as I walked, my penis and nipples itching inside the stockings. It felt like a girl waiting for a man's penis, and I enjoyed it. My gait became shy and bashful, which excited me. As I walked, I stroked my stockinged legs, completely unaware of a farmer's wife approaching in the distance. By the time I saw her, she had already seen me. I stood there, startled, my penis still erect in the stockings. The farmer's wife must have been wondering if I was a boy or a girl. We stood there for a while. I figured she wouldn't do anything to me, and besides, it was the first time someone had seen me in stockings and high heels—it was really exciting.
So I slowly slid my hand down to my leg, making sexy caressing motions, while my other hand stroked my penis and nipples through the stockings. The peasant woman was probably a little scared, so she walked away. I felt so excited; stroking wasn't enough anymore. I walked quickly back to my father. I wanted his stockinged penis; I wanted it now. I excitedly ran to my father, and when I got to the bushes where he was hiding, I was surprised to find him completely naked, wearing only fishnet stockings on his lower body. The black netting tightly wrapped around his large penis, but it was still erect. I drooled at the sight. At this moment, my dad and I both saw the peasant woman watching us from a distance. I acted extremely shy and said, "Dad, do you want me? I want that person to see me sucking Dad's big cock, okay?" Dad looked at me excitedly. I glanced at the woman, took a step forward, hugged Dad's genitals, and frantically licked his cock. Dad made sounds of pleasure, and I moaned along, wiggling my stockinged buttocks for Dad to see. I desperately sucked Dad's cock through the stockings. Dad told me that the woman was getting closer. I looked up and said, "Okay, Dad, let her see how you want me." As I said this, Dad immediately tore his fishnet stockings, and his big cock popped out. I lifted my buttocks, and Dad also vigorously tore my stockings. Then Dad sat on a rock and said, "Come on, didn't you want to do this once?" I looked at Dad... Dad, sit on his lap immediately. While kissing him, slowly lift your buttocks, aiming your penis at his big cock. I felt his penis pressing against my buttocks. I glanced at the peasant woman; she had moved closer. If she moved forward even a little, she could see what Dad and I were doing. I deliberately made a lewd expression at her and shouted, "Dad, fuck me!" Then, with a thrust, Dad pushed upwards, his thick penis deeply penetrating my vagina. A strong wave of pleasure filled my mind. I was wearing stockings and high heels, while Dad was wearing fishnet stockings. I was sitting face-to-face with Dad, making love like a woman, his big penis inside me. And all of this was being watched. I watched the person with a lewd expression, while my lower body twisted wildly to match Dad's movements. The person saw our lewd behavior. A look of terror crossed her face, and she turned and ran away. I, meanwhile, was reveling in this lewd atmosphere. My father was also rubbing my penis with one hand. I went completely crazy and yelled at that person, "Daddy, play with me, fuck me, fuck my stockings! Daddy, I feel so good, play me to death!!!"

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