Dear Daddy

"Big Daddy, Little Sister Xin'er... Qing'er's here!" The voice preceded the person; a cute, sweet voice rang out, accompanied by a trot. The woman's eldest son had arrived. Before marrying my father, this woman had already booked a male prostitute at a brothel. Even after having a child, she dared not bring him home. It turned out she was busy deceiving my father's parents, afraid to bring such a man and child home. Later, after leaving my father at Nanyuan, she quickly brought back the brothel man and her two-year-old son.

Perhaps because they were both children, this child was particularly clingy, always wanting to stay by my side, calling me "Little Sister Xin'er" in a soft, sweet voice. He loved taking care of me, playing with me, and bringing me delicious food and fun toys… Although I felt it was mostly me playing with him and telling him stories, I had to admit he was indeed a gentle and adorable little dumpling. He's incredibly cute, with a fair complexion, bright, large eyes, long eyelashes, and a little mouth that always spouts amusing childish remarks. Coupled with his adorable and obedient personality, he's an irresistible little dumpling. Even his cold-hearted father and the sensible me dote on him, spoiling and pampering him. That's why he prefers coming to Nanyuan.

I frowned. This little brat, of all times, had to come, right when I was contemplating how to get rid of my father. How annoying! I thought about how to get rid of him as soon as possible today, otherwise, how could I proceed if he stayed here all night? "Qing'er, does your father know you're here?" I never treated him like a brother; I always called him Qing'er. "Father doesn't know, I snuck here..." He playfully stuck out his tongue and buried his head in his father's arms!

"Get out here! You always do this, always trying to take Daddy from me. Daddy is mine!" She pulled him out of Daddy's embrace, then sat steadily on his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck as if declaring ownership. She planted a few wet kisses on his face and lips. Mischievously, she rubbed her little bottom against his still-erect erection. "Hmm... Xin'er, don't be naughty," Daddy groaned hoarsely. Daddy, you're so easily aroused! Just a little rubbing, and your thing is even harder? Ignoring her, I continued rubbing and rubbing, even mischievously pulling open Daddy's outer robe and my skirt, letting my vulva and penis come into direct contact, flesh to flesh, rubbing and pressing until Daddy behind me tensed, his breathing quickened, and he gripped my waist tightly before stopping.

My gaze shifted, and the little dumpling watched my and Daddy's little antics with curiosity. She didn't say anything, just blinked her big eyes, studying it intently. Finally, she exclaimed, "Qing'er wants a kiss from her little sister! A kiss!" "Okay, then I'll kiss you, but you have to hurry back, okay? Come play again tomorrow, alright?" I wanted to get her away quickly. Daddy's penis was throbbing beneath me, teasing me and making my heart itch. Daddy must be feeling uncomfortable too, unable to release his pent-up desire, and I was teasing him even more, hehe.

"Okay, then little sister will kiss Qing'er!" The little one lowered her head, blinking her eyes, looking at me expectantly. "As you wish," I lowered my head and kissed his forehead. Mmm, it smelled of tender milk, and the sweet scent unique to a virgin. It smelled so good. I kissed his wet, big eyes, then his plump cheeks, and then his pink lips. I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and lick them. So fragrant and delicious! I wanted to taste more, to see if the nectar inside was just as sweet. I stretched out my tongue, wanting to explore those two fleshy lips.

Just then, "Xin'er!" Father called out to me urgently! I suddenly snapped out of it. How could I have been so attracted to a baby? Was Father's reminder because he was jealous? Before I could think, I rushed into my father's arms. He pulled my head down and thrust his penis between my legs, still damp with desire. He said to my little dumpling, "Qing'er, you should go home today. Your father will be worried if he can't find you. Come back to play with your grandpa and sister in a couple of days, okay? Grandpa... um..." Hmph, Father, you pretend, I'll make you break down! He mischievously nibbled on the tip of his penis. "Um, Grandpa will make you something delicious another day, okay? Ah... Xin'er, don't bite..." he said, trying to sound calm and unhurried, his hand stroking me as I worked diligently between his legs.

"Okay, Grandpa, Qing'er will go home now. Sister, don't ignore Qing'er, okay?" The little one walked away, looking back every few steps, pitifully waiting for me to call her back. But I didn't look back, continuing to suckle my father's penis. Father, today, you can't escape!!

Soon, Father reached climax during my oral sex. "Father, I've noticed you get more excited and ejaculate more easily when someone's around~" I said mischievously, looking at Father with a wicked grin, swallowing the white fluid in my mouth. Then, I licked the remaining liquid from my lips before bending down to "clean" Father's genitals.

"You're so naughty, Xin'er! How could you do that in front of Qing'er?" Father, you were the one who made me suck your penis, okay? Why are you blaming me now? Fine, fine, if I don't cherish my own man, who will?! Besides, Father's "Xin'er" just now satisfied me greatly. Father, whether you're jealous or possessive, as long as I know you care about me, that it's a man's care for a woman, I'm content.

"Father, Xin'er was wrong. Don't you like it? If Father doesn't like it, Xin'er will never do it again." I grinned wickedly, waiting to see how he would answer. "You...you naughty girl, Daddy's ignoring you." Turning her head, her face flushed, her voice filled with grievance. Daddy, are you being affectionate with your daughter? My heart softened at his touch, and without a word, my lips pressed against that proud little one's. For a moment, our four lips nibbled, sucked, and intertwined, accompanied by soft smacking sounds, as if proving that the deeper the love, the more intense the kiss.

Sucking, kissing, licking, my hands also reached out to caress the smooth, satin-like skin beneath the loose robe. I straddled my father's lap, my legs parted, rocking back and forth, rubbing my vulva against his newly erect penis. The room suddenly filled with the warmth of spring, and I felt a surge of heat within me, wanting nothing more than to devour him whole, to possess him, to manipulate him, until death do us part! It was as if only this primal method could express my care and my love.

I pulled aside his clothes, and to outsiders, we both appeared to be wearing robes, but in reality, we were already pressed skin to skin. My vaginal opening was pressing against the head of my penis, and my lips were nibbling at his cheek, his pink lips, down to his neck, to his sexy little Adam's apple, and then to his rounded shoulders. I nibbled and sucked, and my father was aroused by my teasing, his body burning with heat, panting heavily. I reached out and grabbed my father's index finger, pulling it down to the entrance of my anus, my eyes filled with seductive allure, "Father, would you like to taste my flower?"

My father, lost in passion, lovingly touched the folds of my anus with his fingertips, tracing them, not daring to go too deep, as if afraid of damaging that delicate pink. I took my father's finger into my mouth, licking and sucking it with my little tongue, as if savoring a delicious southern delicacy, until it was soaked through. Then I pulled it down again, feigning shyness, and said, "Father, put it in." Perhaps the word "put in" stimulated my father, for this time he did not hesitate. His fingertip slowly, gently, yet firmly inserted into my anus, entering little by little without hesitation. "Ah..." The feeling of a foreign object being squeezed in came over me, and I couldn't help but try to push it out, but instead, my father went even deeper.

"My dear, how can it be so tight?" My father's pupils dilated, thinking about how incredibly pleasurable it would be if he inserted his own penis! He impatiently increased the speed of his finger's thrusting, and when his finger had moistened my anus, he added another finger. "Ah... Father..." I groaned, feeling an unexpected pleasure. I think my body has been thoroughly trained in this life, so that even a casual touch brings me pleasure.

"My dear, you wanton little slut! You're already wet with just two fingers?" I've trained Father very well over the years. I hate being lifeless and dry. Lewd words can excite us more and make it easier for us to climax. "Want it? Father will give it to you right away!" Feeling that he had been stretched enough, Father quickly withdrew his fingers, replaced them with his huge purple penis. His fingers gently supported the hard, purple shaft, and suddenly he thrust in, penetrating more than half of it.

With a scream of agony, a truly agonizing scream, even with the dilation, it still wasn't enough, far from enough! How could two fingers compare to a penis as thick as a child's arm? Not to mention, this was a man who hadn't had proper sex in over seven years. All those years of half-hearted oral sex, foot sex, and leg sex had never truly satisfied my father. And what could compare to the wonder of actual penetration? The intimacy of becoming one? The joy of merging like water and milk? Nothing! So even knowing I would be in pain, even hearing my scream, even seeing the crimson blood flowing from our genitals, my father persisted in penetrating me.

"My dear, bear with it, bear with it for your father, it'll be over soon, it won't hurt, be good..." I didn't know if he was telling me to bear it or if he was bearing it himself. I only saw sweat sliding down my father's forehead, dripping onto our embracing chests, blood flowing from our intertwined genitals, soaking our robes, and my father remained motionless, not daring to move. He was waiting for me to adjust. I understood, and I was grateful for his thoughtfulness. I could feel the tension in his muscles. I was certain he couldn't resist any more temptation; his desire was already uncontrollable.

Feeling the discomfort of the blockage lessen, I couldn't help but shift my hips. This movement was significant; my father discovered the pleasure. He thrust upwards twice forcefully, and finding my expression wasn't as painful as he'd imagined, he confidently began to manipulate me—left, right; all the way in, all the way out; all sorts of techniques, from nine shallow thrusts to one deep one, from three on the right to three on the left, he thrust into me haphazardly, seven up and eight down, deep and shallow, clumsy yet skilled, his expression both innocent and lewd, yet possessing a fatal attraction for me.

Especially when he touched a certain spot on my anus—I never believed there was a G-spot in a person's anus. Before, when I read BL novels, those stories of bottoms getting incredibly pleasurable under the top's thrusts were pure fiction. But now, I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I was screaming and screaming from Daddy's erratic manipulation, especially when he discovered that one spot inside me. When he poked at that spot, I felt like I was dying, screaming and screaming unconsciously, my whole body tense, my neck and toes stretched to their limit—I was practically in ecstasy. When he found that spot, he kept poking and prodding, gently poking and forcefully thrusting. I'd already lost count of how many times I'd reached ecstasy!

And Daddy, to my surprise, had such incredible stamina! I thought that with such tightness, he would be unable to bear it and ejaculate quickly, so I would suffer less. But I never expected that I would be the one being manipulated to have multiple orgasms, while Father endured it all, seemingly trying to prolong this blissful pleasure. He tirelessly thrust in and out, the simple piston-like movements giving him endless enjoyment.

"My dear...my dear...so comfortable...Father feels so good...so good!" he couldn't help but moan. "You're so tight, how can you be so tight? Are you trying to squeeze Father to death? Are you trying to squeeze me to death?" In his anus, layers upon layers of warm intestinal flesh enveloped his penis, tight and warm, so tight that if he couldn't hold back for even a moment, his semen would immediately shoot deep into that fleshy hole. But it still wasn't enough, he still wanted more, he wanted that part of his body to stay inside his beloved Heart forever, the two of them should always be connected, never separated, forever! With this thought in mind, he suppressed his urge to ejaculate and continued thrusting, just to stay inside that person longer and let that person experience the same unparalleled climax as him!

"Daddy, it feels so good, I want more... more, harder, even harder!" I was still not satisfied even though I had already reached my limit, I wanted more and better. "Harder, is that right? Here you go! Is that enough... oh... is that enough? Here you go! Here you go! Daddy gives it to you! Ah..." "So good, so good! Daddy, I'm going to be fucked to death! I'm going to be fucked to death by you! You're so big, so hard, so thick! I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die! I'm going to be fucked to death by Daddy's big cock!" With Daddy's storm-like, pounding thrusts, I screamed wildly, unable to stop myself from shouting, as if only in this way could I release that one ten-thousandth of the joy in my heart.

"Do you like it? Do you like Daddy's big cock? Want more? Do you want more? Tell me, you little slut, tell me, do you want more? Do you want Daddy to fuck you to death?" He said through gritted teeth, his face twitching and looking somewhat ferocious, but I knew he was about to lose control. "Yes! I want Daddy to fuck me! I want Daddy's big cock! I want Daddy to fuck my heart to death! I want Daddy to fuck my heart like this forever! Fuck my heart! Fuck! Fuck! Ah………………Ah……" With a long howl, I climaxed again.

At the same time, "Okay, I'll fuck you to death, fuck you to death! Here you go, here you go… Daddy gives you… forever… fuck you… oh… my heart… Daddy's heart… ah…" Daddy also shouted, reaching his climax, ejaculating his first semen inside me, one spurt after another, an endless stream of hot liquid, spraying deep into my body, bringing wave after wave of climax afterglow, until we both reached our peak.

Quietly, Father didn't speak, nor did I. We lay on the bed, still embracing, our lower bodies still connected. My limp penis was enveloped by my newly closed vaginal muscles. We lay there intimately, without uttering a word, yet feeling an extraordinary closeness between our hearts. Quietly, we could only hear the beating of Father's and my own hearts, and the chirping of insects outside the window. Everything was so peaceful and natural, yet unexpectedly harmonious, as if everything was meant to be this way. And so it was.

[The End]

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