Father

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

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