Ideal father-daughter relationship

A Father and Daughter Engaging in Compensation

Sato had just slipped out of work when he checked his text messages. Having spent decades in the corporate world, he
had long lost his passion for work, and the polite formalities he'd been ingrained with since childhood had long since worn him away. So,
after his wife ran off with a younger man, he developed a habit of buying sex.

A few years ago, when he wanted to buy sex, his first thought was of hotels with high privacy, enjoying the
thrill of clandestine encounters. But the economic downturn of the past few years had not only hit his company, but his favorite hotels had also
closed down, or their service had deteriorated significantly. Even though, for someone of his status, spending this small amount of money was
nothing .

In short, from secretly visiting various sex shops to now being able to
directly select high school girls for compensated dating from phone booths, Sato no longer cared about other people's opinions.

"Everyone does it!" Sato thought.

But today's message seemed to rekindle some of his illicit pleasure. "A lively and obedient daughter
needs her father's company," the note read.

Sometime in the past, Sato began to have a particular fondness for high school girls, demanding that they
treat him like a father during sex. He found that this forbidden thought always excited him more, and the girls said that
their penises would become particularly large when they heard the word "Daddy," enjoying the feeling of being suddenly filled
.

Sato arrived at the agreed-upon place. He had done this countless times before, and Sato felt his heart pounding
. Was something bad going to happen today? Sigh! He was probably just worrying unnecessarily. The worst that could happen was that his
innocent junior classmates would find out. That would be fine too, letting them understand that the adult world wasn't so simple.

"Beep beep..." His phone rang. "Moshi moshi, is this F-san?" A gentle and pretty voice. It seemed
he had found a good catch today. "Ah... ah... yes, yes, you've arrived?" Sato deliberately lowered his voice,
his anticipation tinged with excitement.

"Yes, yes, I'm in front of the South Korean restaurant. Can you see me?"

"Okay, okay, I'll be right there." Sato had a habit of scouting for catches from the shadows.

He saw a girl with dyed red hair, dressed very simply, talking on the phone with her back to him.

"This must be her," Sato thought to himself.

When he excitedly went over to take a picture of her, ready to enjoy a romantic evening, the sight that greeted
him shocked him.

"Aiko!!" "Dad!!"

"What are you doing here?"

Sato couldn't believe it—it was his own daughter, Aiko! After his wife ran away, he had been
raising work, he only sent money regularly each month, leaving her to live independently. When he occasionally returned home,
Aiko was already asleep.

One weekend, he made a special trip home to see his daughter, only to find she had gone to
the beach with her classmates and didn't return for three days. Sato inevitably gave her a good scolding.

"Running around with other girls, you have no sense of propriety at all!"

"Dad has no right to tell me what to do!"

After Aiko ran away, their relationship reached a freezing point. Sometimes Aiko would disappear from home for days, and Sato
would completely ignore her. In his mind, career always came first, and everyone, including his daughter, was expected to
cooperate with him.

"Money is the most important thing!" Sato had never questioned this idea.

In the car, he couldn't understand why his own beliefs seemed to have betrayed him.

"Why are you doing compensated dating?"

"Mind your own business!"

"Don't I give you a lot of money every month? Compensated dating is something lowly girls do."

"Dad is the same, he has no right to judge me!"

Sato was speechless; he knew it was absurd for him to say these things.

"...You, you are Dad's daughter, Dad doesn't want you to get hurt!"

"Every client I've had has been very good to me, you don't need to worry about it."

Indeed, Sato himself had never hurt any girl, and he didn't know why he felt it was dangerous for Aiko to do
this.

The two remained silent for a long time. Aiko looked at the Mercedes-Benz; it really looked high-end.
Her father was probably the richest man she knew! Why did she still do compensated dating? She didn't
know herself; it started with a classmate's advances.

"Aiko has already given her virginity to her senior, so she can make money off her body from now on."
After her first experience with compensated dating, Aiko returned to her empty room and burst into tears: "Why is
nobody here with me? I'm so lonely!"

From then on, compensated dating became a habit. She found it fun to seduce those disgusting middle-aged men,
and she got paid for it; the sexual encounters were also very pleasurable.

Occasionally, she would joke around with male classmates, and even sleep with them, but Aiko found it uninteresting:
"They're just kids' playthings. They're all just thinking about sex anyway; they won't take it seriously."

Naturally, Aiko's reputation at school soured.

"She'll sleep with anyone."

"Disgusting woman!"

The gossip couldn't shake Aiko's confidence; boys still swarmed around her like flies.

"In the end, I'm the one who wins, you idiot!"

Although she sometimes wanted to find a genuine boyfriend, she always ended up ruining it herself.

"Why did you sleep with my best friend?!"

"Mind your own business!"

Gradually, Aiko learned to isolate herself, spending most of her senior year of high school alone. Even her former escort friends found
boyfriends.

"I don't care!" Aiko still insisted on pretending to be strong.

Aiko's life became about going to and from school alone in the mornings and constantly finding men to sleep with at night, sometimes
without charging a penny. Seventy-something-year-old grandfathers, junior high students younger than her, and even lesbians all became her
spoils .

The sticker Sato received was one he had just put up yesterday morning; it was just one of his dozen or so different
stickers .

"Seeing this phone ring, I know it's that perverted old man coming." Aiko, who owned more than a dozen phones...
She hadn't expected that her unfamiliar father would meet her under these circumstances.

"Whatever, he's still just a perverted old man," Aiko decided.

"I'm hungry," Aiko said.

"Oh... really? Then let's go to that Western restaurant up ahead! It's very high-class!"

Sato didn't know why he emphasized its high-class status; it seemed to have become a habit—
taking girls he met for compensated dating to meals, shopping, and then to hotels. But something seemed off.
Wasn't girl his daughter? Why did he have to say all this?

The two entered the restaurant and naturally found a secluded spot to sit down.

"What would you like to order?"

Aiko was still amazed by the high-class atmosphere of the Western restaurant; it was indeed the most upscale restaurant she had ever been to.

"Ah... I..." Aiko picked up the menu, but it was entirely in French. Wasn't this Japan? She
knew nothing about the dishes on the menu.

"Blablablab..." Her father spoke fluent French, but she couldn't understand a word.

A waiter brought over a bottle of red wine. Although Aiko often dined with wealthy people, she was still
terrible .

"What's wrong?" Sato poured Aiko a glass, seemingly assuming she was a connoisseur.

"The other person is Dad, it should be fine!" Aiko thought to herself.

"Ah, it's okay." Aiko picked it up and took a big gulp.

"It tastes awful!!!" This was Aiko's first experience with fine wine.

"Hahaha... that's not how you drink wine." Sato picked up the glass and swirled it from side to side. "You need to let
the air come into contact with it, then the flavor will come out." Sato held the glass up under the light. "Look, doesn't
it look much better now?"

Aiko looked at the glass. The yellow glow shone through the red wine, illuminating Aiko's face. The wine in the glass was a rich, deep red
, like a piece of crystal, dazzling to behold.

"It really does look better now!" Aiko picked up the glass again and took two sips as if she had
made .

"It really does taste better now," Aiko said.

Sato laughed, thinking about how many girls he'd fooled with this trick, never imagining he'd use it
on his own daughter.

The conversation became much lighter afterward, and Aiko opened up, talking about everything under the sun:
"And then he was like a cow, mooing... Boys are so stupid!" Aiko mimicked a cow's movements.

"Hahaha! Really? Don't be so harsh on them!"

A refreshing atmosphere filled their space; oblivious to the stares from those around them, they
chatted loudly, like a real father and daughter.

"I'll just punch him! What's so great about a boss!"

"So cool!"

Sato, seeing Aiko's adoring gaze, felt his fatherly pride return.

On the way out, Aiko was already holding Sato's arm.

"Teachers are so annoying! They always target me..."

"Oh, really? Then you should do what I did and punch him!"

"Yeah!" Aiko nodded happily.

"Ah!"

"What's wrong?" Sato asked. "The department store closes in twenty minutes."

"Ah... then let's go tomorrow!"

"No, no, I want to see something. Will you come with me?" Aiko said
, pulling Sato along as they ran towards the department store.

"It's this." By the time Sato arrived, he was already panting. He's not young anymore! He can't even outrun
a little girl.

Aiko stared at the Tiffany necklace in the display case. Its gleaming light clearly indicated it was an expensive treasure.

Aiko's eyes widened. She came to see this necklace almost every day.

"Are you kidding me!" Almost every man said that.

Aiko knew, of course, that they wouldn't buy it for her. Who would spend almost three times the salary of an average
office worker ?

"But today is different! Today is Daddy!" Aiko thought.

For Sato, although he was shocked by the necklace's value,
it was .

"Consider it a birthday present I owe her for ten years!"

"Miss, please wrap it up for me."

"You're buying this for me?" Aiko knew, but she still couldn't quite believe it.

"Thank you, Dad!" Aiko hugged him tightly, and Sato blushed like a little boy.

Aiko happily hugged the gift, jumping and running in front of Sato, who, behind her, thought that it seemed
some of the debt he had owed over the past ten years had finally been repaid that night.

The two walked to the park, and Aiko ran to a chair in the shadows and began to unwrap the gift.

"Hey, hey... wait until we get home!" Sato, who valued etiquette, felt offended.

Aiko ignored him, quickly opened the box, took out the necklace, and put it on.

"Dad, am I pretty?"

Sato was stunned. He was shocked by the beautiful girl in front of him, as if he had never
seen .
It was like seeing a happy girl in a wedding dress while eating a boring business lunch.

"Ah...it's beautiful!"

"Thank you, Daddy!" Before Sato could react, Aiko had already kissed him,
a passionate kiss . Wasn't this what he had always longed for? Sato was at a loss for words.

"So be it!" Sato began to hug Aiko tightly, kissing her like a lover. Aiko
felt her body heat up, her father's embrace almost suffocating her.

Like a young man inexperienced, Sato kissed her from her lips to her chest. The expensive Tiffany necklace, wet with
Sato 's saliva, shone even brighter.

"Ah...we..." Sato's face was still buried in his daughter's chest. He looked up, seeing Aiko's blushing
face, and then at the motel next door.

Sato had done this hundreds of times before, and he was still trembling when he put the money in, the money kept falling out;
Aiko was also embarrassed and stood by the window, as if people would think they hadn't done anything at the motel.

The two entered the room and immediately felt the lewd atmosphere. The heart-shaped bed, the huge mirror, and
the dimly bathroom all seemed to urge the person who entered to do *that*.

"Ah… I'll go take a shower first…" Aiko put down her bag, took off her coat on the chair, and went into the bathroom.

Sato sat on the bed, and soon the sound of running water filled the air. The sound of the water made Sato
start thinking about things, like the sexual encounters he had on the phone, or
other things .

But when he looked at Aiko in the shower, all those thoughts vanished.

A beautiful young girl exuding cuteness, her body partially revealed, made
Sato feel a surge of blood. He walked towards the bathroom…

"Dad…" As usual, the man came in.

"Daughter..." As always, he looked at her jade-like body, glistening with moisture.

The two shared a passionate kiss, and Sato quickly removed all his restraints.

They fell onto the bed, and Sato tried to take off his underwear. "I'll take it off..." his daughter sweetly requested.

The beast beneath his underwear, like a predator spotting its prey, lunged out, nearly hitting Aiko's head: "Daddy's
so big..."

Before his underwear was fully pulled down, Aiko couldn't help but suck on it, her skillful technique
almost making Sato ejaculate like a virgin. Aiko kissed her father's penis again and again, as if Tiffany's necklace
was less precious to her than the ugly phallus before her. The smell wasn't strong; instead, it had a mature man
's fragrance.

"Aiko..." Sato had recovered from his shock and began stroking his daughter's head, letting her service him with her movements
. Aiko sucked on his penis while rubbing her vulva with her hands; needless to say, it was completely
overflowing.

And so, father and daughter made lewd sounds in the motel: "Pfft pfft pfft...
sizzle sizzle sizzle ..." Aiko suddenly rubbed her genitals rapidly, her head moving up and down quickly, her body writhing erratically.

"Mmm mmm mmm mmm~~" Aiko spat out the penis, collapsing limply off the bed, reaching her first orgasm.

Sato also lay sprawled on the bed, though he hadn't ejaculated, the excessive stimulation leaving him almost exhausted.

Aiko continued kissing Sato's feet, seeking anything she could get.

"Are you alright?" Sato noticed Aiko's condition.

"Mmm~~" Aiko forced herself to get up and went to her purse. Inside

were lubricant and condoms. She probably didn't need the lubricant, so she took both
out , tore open the condom, looked at her father's penis, put the plastic over it, and then used her mouth to push it in.

"Ah... Aiko..." Although she didn't want to say it, the feeling with the condom on was definitely much worse. Aiko
seemed to feel this too; after removing the penis, she still felt the unpleasant taste of plastic in her mouth.

Sato, mistakenly believing Aiko was exhausted, helped her lie down on the bed, preparing to make his move.

Just as he was about to lift Aiko's legs to penetrate her, Aiko said, "No..." Her hand reached for his condom-covered
penis. Sato thought she was backing down, but Aiko pulled off the condom: "I want Daddy...
all of it..."

No man could resist such temptation, right? Sato thrust in forcefully, beginning a
series .

"It hurts!" Aiko thought. But she felt incredibly satisfied; it seemed only the pain could prove she
was completely conquered by this man.

"Daddy's so big... oh..."

Sato knew that previous girls had complained similarly, so he tried to be gentler.

"I love it... Daddy... fuck me..."

The thought of gentleness immediately crumbled; the man tore at his prey like a beast. Aiko clamped her legs
around her father's body, forcefully pushing his penis deeper into her.

The warm embrace of her vagina enveloped Sato's member, and Sato felt every cell in his body open up. He thought, "So
this is my daughter's body!" He hadn't seen Aiko's full appearance since infancy. She
had grown from a baby into a woman capable of orgasm. Aiko's nipples were a
light pinkish-brown, her lips resembled his, and her eyes were like her mother's; she had sparse armpit hair and a faint
scent of grass. Aiko

looked at her father on top of her, and also thought of the father she had hated since childhood. So this was what a man was like: graying hair, a face somewhat like hers; a prominent middle-aged abdomen, many age spots on his arms, and 　　loose, wrinkled flesh. Actually, he wasn't much different from many middle- aged " Ah ...　　　　"Take a break!" Sato still hadn't ejaculated; years of experience allowed him to go at it several times in one go. 　　"Daddy..." 　　"Hmm...what's wrong?" 　　Aiko rolled over, shyly facing down, exposing her vulva and anus to her father: "Aiko... 　　no one has ever been to that side of me before, I want to offer it to Daddy." 　　Sato sensed a perverted aura; his daughter wanted to offer her first time to her father through her anus, and his previously softened penis hardened again. 　　To be honest, Sato wasn't someone who liked anal sex because he thought it was dirty, but his goddaughter's desire for her anus was too strong for him to resist. 　　Sato channeled the vaginal fluid from her vulva to her anus. Aiko's imagination of offering her anus, along with the pleasure from , made her involuntarily sway her hips to welcome him. 　　"Daddy's coming!" Sato placed the head of his penis at the anus, trying to push it in. 　　"Ah! It hurts! Daddy, be gentle..." 　　"Oh, oh." Sato had no choice but to give up for now, inserting his fingers one by one. 　　"There's lubricant over there..." Aiko pointed to the table. Sato picked up the lubricant and poured it onto Aiko's anus. The cold sensation made Aiko shiver.

Sato was an expert; he knew he needed to distract the girl to open her "door," so he
reinserted his penis into her vagina and massaged her anus with his fingers.

"Ah... Daddy, you're so amazing, you've penetrated both sides of my anus..."

Sato practically emptied the entire bottle of lubricant, mischievously poking his fingers down inside her anus, touching the other
side of the membrane with his penis.

"Ahhh..." Aiko could barely think straight; she couldn't imagine her father being so
skilled at manipulating women. Shamefully, she buried her head in the pillow, trying to stifle her cries.

"Ahhh..." Sato withdrew his fingers, seeing the slightly open anus already oozing
clear lubricant, knowing the time was right.

"This time it's for real." Aiko felt like she was on a rollercoaster, suspended in mid-air, watching the fall
several meters .

"Ah!!" The insertion wasn't as painful as she'd imagined; in fact, due to the excessive lubrication, the thrusting was smoother than
with her vagina .

"I feel like pooping..." was Aiko's first thought.

"At first you'll feel like you need to poop, but then it'll feel really pleasurable!"

Hearing this, Aiko felt reassured and was willing to go anywhere her father took her.

Relaxed, Aiko gradually began to experience the pleasure of anal sex. Unlike the vagina, the anus felt
more ; the rectal walls easily enveloped her entire penis, and she could immediately feel
its presence when she strained her anus.

Sato, being an experienced man, while penetrating his daughter's anus, simultaneously began to play with her clitoris with one hand,
and with the other, he would occasionally rub her nipples or put them in her mouth.

Aiko didn't actually like the smell of her own genitals, but the fingers in her mouth made him lick them again and again,
as if he wanted to eat them whole.

Sato saw his daughter looking back at him, her mouth filled with her vaginal fluids, drooling, and felt
incredibly excited.

"My daughter is my sex slave." This thought made Sato thrust violently into her anus, his hands also rapidly
rubbing her clitoris and squeezing her breasts. "

Ah　　...　　　　　　She loved him so much, she thought. 　　Sato looked at him, wondering: Have I really fallen in love with my own daughter? 　　Aiko held Sato's hands tightly, closed her eyes, and kissed her father for a long time. "Who cares about all that? I guess I've never cared!" Sato responded gently. 　　The next morning, the two lay in bed, still close together, reluctant to part with each other's warmth, until Sato received a phone call. He hung up, but he knew he had to leave. 　　They got up and helped each other put on their clothes. Sato reached for his coat and naturally handed Aiko an envelope full of money. Aiko naturally counted it and put it in her purse. 　　"What kind of relationship do we have?" Aiko wondered. "If a relationship between lovers can be measured , why can't a father-daughter relationship be the same?" Aiko convinced herself. 　　The two went out to get their car and resumed their normal father-daughter conversation. 　　"Ah... are you going swimming with your classmates later?" 　　"Yeah, I want to lose another three kilograms this summer." 　　"Malnutrition isn't good..." 　　"My figure is more important." Aiko pretended to have diarrhea. 　　The two burst into laughter, their understanding seemingly stronger than that of a typical father and daughter. 　　In the car, Sato said, "I'll take you to the amusement park next weekend!" Aiko happily replied, "Thank you, Dad!" 　　Sato thought, perhaps this is the father-daughter relationship I've always dreamed of! (The End) To be honest, I'm quite envious of this kind of father-daughter relationship. Everyone says that daughters are their fathers' precious treasures. No matter which father's daughter is about to get married, he'll always feel a little unhappy, as if something has been taken away from him. If we could really have a father-daughter relationship like the one in the article (of course, I don't want my daughter to do that kind of thing), that would be such a thrilling thing! Maybe some people will call me a beast, but if I really have a daughter in the future, I think it's better if I do my own part in her coming-of-age ceremony so she can feel a father's love. I wonder what everyone else thinks? =1024) window.open(http://68.168.16.153/bbs/images/smilies/default/teeth.gif);" onload="if(this.width>1024)this.width=1024;" > Reaching this level is not easy. The article is well written. A masterpiece of incest. Thank you, OP. Japanese people are quite perverted, it doesn't matter if they are more incestuous, give them some encouragement. This kind of situation should be very common in Japan. Instead of finding a prostitute to give to your boss, why not find a safe place to take your boss's daughter there for your boss to play with? Reaching this level is not easy. The article is well written. A masterpiece of incest. Thank you, OP. Japanese people have all kinds of tricks, they dare to do anything, it's an eye-opener, thank you, OP. The important parts are not described in enough detail! It would be better if the details were more detailed. Good article? ? It's really well written? ? The concept is good, it would be better if the details were more detailed. The world is vast and full of wonders. I think there are still such father-daughter relationships in reality, father and daughter by day, lovers by night.

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