loving and strict father

My parents have gone abroad, leaving me at home. It's much quieter now, but I can do whatever I want freely.
I wander around the room naked, since it's convenient at home and I don't usually wear a bra. I don't know how many times my dad has seen my firm, 35D breasts. I also often see a large bulge in his crotch. At first, I felt embarrassed, but later I didn't care so much, and I often deliberately let my dad feast his eyes. Because I'm so grateful to him for giving me such a beautiful child.
I'm 19 years old this year, and I'm very well-developed. Because both my parents are very good-looking, and I have inherited the best features of both, I'm 1.68 meters tall, and my breasts are perfectly developed. Firm and high, they stand proudly even without a bra. I was born very clean, with very little hair. I've never had any underarm hair. And above my pubic area, there's only a small tuft of neat hair. My vulva was very clean, white like any other skin tone, with a pink slit tightly covering my labia minora. Because my vulva was positioned far back, my buttocks were very pert, highlighting my absolutely devilish figure, a figure that even I admired. I often admired myself in the mirror. Whenever many men's eyes fell on my beautiful face and body, I never felt disgusted, but rather genuinely happy. I wanted everyone to see my beauty.
I started to intentionally expose myself in the latter half of my 18th year. I was very conservative at first, but as I matured, I became very satisfied with my body and appearance. Coupled with the pursuit of many boys, I gradually developed an interest in the opposite sex. However, my parents were very strict with me, absolutely forbidding me from interacting with the opposite sex. Every day, no matter how busy my father was, he would personally pick me up from school.
As for liking to expose myself, one reason was that I wanted to be beautiful, and another was the thrill of being spied on, which made my desire and excitement to expose myself increasingly intense.
My first intentional exposure was at home. It was a very hot summer day. My mother, a doctor, had an important surgery and was working overtime.
After Dad picked me up from school, he went to the kitchen to cook for me. I went back to my room and took off all my clothes, which had been soaked through with sweat from the day. I wrapped myself in a bath towel and went to take a shower. Since our bathroom and kitchen are combined,
seeing Dad busy cooking, sweating profusely, filled me with emotion. I wanted to treat my dear father, because I knew he also enjoyed looking at my body. Although I didn't know if he had intentionally spied on me, I knew that many times he wouldn't miss the chance to see my beautiful breasts, which were often exposed when I didn't wear a bra.
I deliberately used the bath towel to cover my full buttocks, intentionally making noise to make Dad turn around and look at me. Then, I deliberately dropped my clothes on the floor, bent over with my backside facing Dad to pick them up, completely exposing my full buttocks and flawless genitals to his view. I could feel Dad's breathing quickening. I knew it was the first time he had seen his 18-year-old daughter's labia, anus, and wet little hole.
I quickly picked up my clothes from the floor and rushed into the bathtub, closing the door behind me. I turned on the bathroom light. The bathroom door had a large frosted glass panel in the middle. Dad could see everything I did in the tub, though he couldn't see clearly. My curves were still beautifully displayed to him.
After showering, I, who wasn't used to wearing a bra, only put on a light-colored t-shirt. Due to the excitement, my nipples were still erect, forming two small bumps on the t-shirt. Combined with the heat, sweat, and the water I hadn't dried myself off after the shower, the light-colored t-shirt clung completely to my body, making it almost like I wasn't wearing any clothes at all. My entire figure was on full display. I conveniently sat opposite Dad, allowing him to better appreciate my graceful figure.
Dad's eyes certainly didn't disappoint my deliberate exposure. He would occasionally glance at me. I decided to let Dad appreciate me even more.
"Dad, my shoulders are so sore, and my back is a little uncomfortable too. Could you massage them for me?"
Dad always gave in to my requests. I believed Dad would be more willing to do this.
Sure enough, Dad came over very attentively and began massaging and tapping my shoulders and back.
"Tingting, you've probably been sitting for too long. Come on, cooperate with my hands and push your chest forward as hard as you can." As he spoke, Dad pressed his palms firmly against my back, and his other hand pressed down on my shoulders, pushing my chest up as high as possible, my tight t-shirt almost bursting through my full breasts. I chuckled inwardly at Dad's trickery. But I was willing to do it; I wouldn't object even if Dad massaged my breasts right now. But I knew Dad would never actually do that.
"Are you feeling better? Is there anything uncomfortable in your waist or legs?" Dad asked tentatively, probably because he was still a little horrified after seeing my little sister.
I readily agreed, because I wasn't wearing a bra and was wearing a very short skirt. I hadn't expected Dad to massage me. Now I could only let Dad properly admire his precious daughter's beautiful body.
I lay on the sofa, ignoring the condition of the short skirt, which felt like it could no longer contain my full buttocks.
I buried my face in my arms and lay sprawled on the sofa, thinking, "Come on, dear Daddy, enjoy admiring your daughter."
Daddy's hands soothed my waist, slowly moving downwards, avoiding my buttocks, stopping at my smooth, long thighs, where he vigorously rubbed them. I deliberately opened my legs. At this moment, I could feel my vagina already overflowing with vaginal fluid.
I felt Daddy's gaze, knowing that my full buttocks, beautiful anus, and pink little hole were completely exposed to his eyes.
"Tingting, you should wear underwear at home from now on. After all, Daddy is a man. Look, your little butt is showing." As he spoke, Daddy gently patted my fleshy bottom.
"What's the big deal? It's so hot. I was born of Daddy. Even if he sees, it won't matter." I answered Daddy nonchalantly, secretly yearning to strip naked and let him admire me.
"Dad, I don't feel well all over, I think I have heatstroke. You should give me a good massage. Oh, and sometimes this hurts." As I said this, I lifted my t-shirt, completely exposing my high, full breasts to my father's eyes. Dad was startled and quickly asked, "Where does it hurt?"
I pointed to my breasts and said, "My breasts, look how big they are, and there are some hard lumps inside. Feel them."
Dad said, "Let your mother come back and take a look. It's inconvenient for Dad to show you. You're 18 now, a big girl, Dad can't act like he used to. Understand?"
"Oh! Dad, you'll always be my good dad, what's the big deal?" Saying this, I grabbed Dad's hand and pressed it against my breasts. Dad helplessly squeezed my soft, elastic breasts. My nipples were already erect under Dad's kneading. I sat cross-legged on the sofa, my short skirt pulled down to my waist, now my little sister was exposed for Dad to see to his heart's content. I even deliberately pushed my chest forward, trying to present my figure more perfectly to Dad. Dad stroked my breasts, his eyes lingering on my vulva.
He hadn't expected his beautiful daughter to be so trusting of him, willingly offering her body for his touch and admiration.
"Daddy, your touch feels so good. I'm your precious daughter, you're my good daddy," I whispered, trying to reassure him as he caressed me.
"You little rascal, go eat," he said. Dad simply admired my beauty, but he had no ulterior motives, which was why I wasn't nervous letting him see me.
"Okay, Daddy, you're tired too, eat."
"You eat too,"
I said hastily, then went back to my room, took off my clothes, and lay on the bed, thinking about what had just happened.
My dad's big hands felt so good as they caressed me; my little sister was already soaking wet. If only Dad could massage her. From the way he looked at me while touching myself, I knew he really enjoyed this kind of work.
"Dad, come here!" I decided to let him continue to caress me.
For some reason, Dad came into my room and saw me sitting completely naked on the bed, clutching my back and grimacing as if in pain. He quickly came over and asked, "What's wrong?!"
"I twisted my back. Rub it for me," I said mischievously.
Dad seemed to sense my intention, but he lost all restraint in front of me, completely naked. After all, having such a beautiful 18-year-old daughter like this in front of him was just too wonderful.
I lay on the bed waiting for Dad's caresses, and my handsome middle-aged father massaged my lower back with his big hands.
I deliberately raised my buttocks, spreading my legs wide, making my buttocks stick out even more towards Dad's hands. Dad had no choice but to start rubbing my pink, fleshy buttocks. His fingers traced the opening of my anus and vagina, intentionally or unintentionally. My juices were already flowing.
"Daddy, a little lower." I continued to let my open buttocks find my father's hand. Finally, my father's fingers pressed against my clitoris, and a wave of pleasure spread throughout my body. My father understood a woman's body very well. He gently rubbed my clitoris.
"Is this better?" My father didn't expect his daughter to be so wanton.
"Daddy, this feels so good. I know this is wrong, but I really can't control myself. I'm very good outside, and I'm not interested in any boys. I'm still your good daughter, don't misunderstand your daughter. I'm still a virgin. I just like Daddy's caresses, I've liked them since I was little."
"This is not good, but I know what my darling needs. Darling, you are beautiful. Never easily trust men, and never let a man touch your body before marriage. Do you understand?"
"I know, don't worry, I will never let other men touch my body before marriage."
My father's hand did not stop gently rubbing my clitoris.
"Daddy, a little faster..." I asked my father, blushing.
"You're still very delicate here. Here, this is the last time. Daddy will never do this to you again. Since we've already done this, let Daddy help you reach orgasm from your clitoris." Daddy turned me over, making me lie face up, and spread my legs into an M shape. Then he lowered his face between my legs and slid his tongue between my labia. I experienced an unprecedented tingling pleasure. Daddy's tongue made my clitoris erect. Daddy's hands were already on my breasts, his fingers twisting my pink nipples, his tongue licking my clitoris. A moment later, I reached orgasm under Daddy's three-point assault.
I squeezed my legs together, my body trembling in waves, an unparalleled pleasure coursing through every nerve.
Seeing that I had orgasmed, Daddy continued to caress me with his large hands until I calmed down. I sat up and threw myself into Daddy's arms. "Daddy, this feels so good! You're amazing!"
"This is incest! It absolutely cannot happen again. If this continues, Daddy will regret it for the rest of his life.
Do you understand?" “
I know, but do I like Daddy to love me like this?” I pleaded.
“No, absolutely not!” Daddy seemed to regret what he had just done.
“Okay, Daddy, I know you love Tingting the most. I'll listen to you, okay?” I tried to comfort him, afraid of hurting him. Daddy pushed me away and left the room. I knew he was hurting, both emotionally and physically.
[The End]

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