Dad, you are my everything.

When I was ten, my mother abandoned my father, who worked as a rickshaw puller, and me, disappearing without a trace. Although I was only in third grade at the time, I already understood some adult matters. Seeing
my father's heavy heart and increasingly haggard appearance every day, I felt extremely sad and resented my mother for being so heartless. In my heart, my father was a mountain,
the person who loved me the most in the world. In this respect, my feelings were the same as my father's. From then on, I stopped acting spoiled in front of my father, stopped asking for pocket
money, and even learned to sew and cook with the neighbor lady. Whenever my father came home and could eat a meal prepared by his daughter, when his long-lost smile returned
, I was overjoyed. I said to my father, "Dad, don't worry, we can still live happily without Mom." My father's eyes welled up with tears as he said this.

I did very well in school, which never worried my dad. After school, I also did handicrafts to earn some pocket money to help support my family. That's how I
got to know some older women. When I was doing handicrafts with them, I often heard them say some risqué things. I only half understood, but I vaguely felt a little worried for my dad
, because men always need women. I have a good friend, I call her Sister Lan, she's two years older than me. I would ask her some things that were difficult to say, and she seemed
to know a lot, telling me a lot. She was already menstruating at the time, and I didn't understand, so she told me that we could only earn a few yuan a day doing handicrafts. One
day, she suddenly said mysteriously to me, "Do you want to earn ten yuan in just a few minutes?" I said, "Of course I do, but it's not that easy, and besides, can I do it?" She
said somewhat mysteriously, "You definitely can, you don't even need to learn." We agreed that she would take me to earn money the next day, the weekend. That night, I couldn't sleep well, wondering
what Sister Lan was talking about. Her mysterious manner made me uneasy.

Sure enough, she came the next day and said, "Come with me." I asked where we were going, and she said, "You'll see
when we get there." So I followed her. After turning left and right, we came to a row of bungalows in an inconspicuous spot. It turned out to be a video rental store. She bought me a ticket
and we went inside. At first, I couldn't see anything, only the choking smell of smoke. I instinctively grabbed Sister Lan's hand tightly, afraid of losing her. Sister Lan said, "Don't worry, don't fret," and led me to the back. We found two seats and sat down.
A gunfight movie was playing on the screen. After a while, my eyes adjusted, and I could see that it was a video rental store that could hold dozens of people, but there were only
a dozen or so people scattered around, all men, with a few others... A woman walked by, and I recognized her as one of our fellow workers doing handicrafts. I asked Sister Lan what she was doing,
and she told me, "You'll see when I show you; it's easy." Just then, another video appeared on the screen—
scenes of explicit sexual intercourse. I was terrified; my heart was pounding. I told Sister Lan, "Let's go. My dad will kill me if he finds out." Sister Lan said, "
Your dad won't know. I'm not asking you to do that kind of thing. Look how hard your dad works every day to earn so little; can't you help him out?" Her words hit the nail on the head.
With the increase in taxis, my father's work was getting worse; he sometimes came home very late and sometimes drank alone. Curiosity made me uncontrollably watch the videos on the screen
. Seeing the near-frenzied behavior of the men and women, I suddenly felt a strange, inexplicable feeling amidst my fear. Suddenly, Lan Lan tugged at my sleeve and said, "Come with me." I
followed her blankly. She came to a man in a corner and whispered, "Brother, wanna play some games?" The man didn't answer, but looked at us carefully. He
then gestured for us to sit in the empty seat next to him. Lanlan immediately sat down, and then, in a lewd manner, she reached for the man's genitals. I was
caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to stay or leave, not knowing what she was up to. Lanlan nudged me with her elbow, signaling me to look. I saw the man loosen his pants, pull out his penis, which
was already hard, probably stimulated by watching a video. Lanlan immediately grabbed his penis and started stroking it up and down, just like on the screen. The man kept
touching Lanlan, making low, beast-like growls. In less than a few minutes, he thrust his hips, and his penis ejaculated a white, sticky fluid. Lanlan slowed her movements, and as
the man calmed down, she skillfully took out a tissue, wiped herself clean, and the man pulled up his pants and gave Lanlan ten yuan. Sister Lan led me back to where I was.
Only then did I realize that this was a place frequented by migrant workers and low-wage earners seeking thrills. Some of the female workers had come up with this idea: since they weren't actually doing *that*, they'd give
men handjobs (also called "masturbation") for ten yuan a time, all consensual. I hesitated at first, but Sister Lan said, "So many people do it, can't you do it too? It's not like you..."

"Selling yourself, nobody knows. You're the youngest, they should like it. Your income must be good. Even the police won't arrest us kids," she said,
shoving the ten yuan she'd just earned into my hand. Seeing how easily the money came, I was tempted. She first led me to a middle-aged man, made me sit down, and instructed me
. My trembling hands grasped a hot man's penis for the first time. I did it mechanically. The man groped me. I closed my eyes, thinking, "Let
it end quickly." Perhaps my age was a great stimulation for him; he ejaculated after only a few thrusts, though it all came out, getting on my hand. Sister Lan quickly
wiped it clean with a tissue. I took the money. Sister Lan said, "Easy, right? From now on, you'll work independently." I clutched the twenty yuan in the corner. That was what I'd
earned in ten days of handicrafts, and now it only took two minutes. Anyway, I'd already done it, and someone was with me. I'd do it. For my father, I didn't care about anything else.

Most of the men watching the videos were probably there for this purpose. They'd finish one and leave, a constant cycle of new faces coming in. They were selective,
preferring fresh faces, so my business was booming that day; I earned 160 yuan, a considerable sum for me. I roughly calculated that at this rate,
I could earn nearly 5,000 yuan a month. That's almost a year's income for our family! That night, I couldn't sleep. Thinking about the joy of making money, I suddenly understood the
nature of relationships between men and women. I suddenly thought of my father. What if he needed a woman? Thinking about the men's desire, even frenzy, for women in the videos, I suddenly realized
how difficult my father's life was. For me, for our family, he couldn't even get the most basic needs of a man. A sudden feeling of guilt washed over me.

From then on, I went to school during the day, and after school, besides cooking for my father, I would go with Sister Lan to earn extra money. I had a principle when earning money: no man
was allowed to touch my private parts directly, only externally. Perhaps due to this stimulation, my breasts began to develop prematurely. I don't know how many men's touches and
kisses I endured each day; I gradually became accustomed to it. I used the money I earned to learn how to dress myself, but at school I would revert to my old self. I have no idea
how many times I washed my hands each day, how many men's semen clung to them, that pungent, fishy smell often making me nauseous. Thinking about it, the world is truly absurd, creating
two kinds of people, men and women, two kinds of compatible sexual organs. But precisely because of this, it gave me an opportunity to earn money. Something suddenly changed my perspective and made me decide to dedicate
my body to my father; I wanted to give him everything a woman has.

That time, I had just finished giving a few men a handjob when a middle-aged man beckoned from a corner. I went over,
and he offered me a handjob. I saw that he had already pulled down his pants, and his penis, stimulated by the video, was erect and as thick and long as my forearm. I gripped it with both hands and stroked it up and down, but he didn't ejaculate for a long time. Suddenly, he swept me
into his arms, lifted my clothes, and started sucking on my nipples. I was about to scream when his foul mouth covered mine and wouldn't let go. I struggled and kicked, using up all my
strength. He freed one hand and pulled down my pants in one swift motion. Taking advantage of the moment he released my mouth, I caught my breath. Just then,
a man came over from the side, probably his accomplice, and grabbed my shoulder, making me unable to move. I heard his accomplice call him Brother Fa. Brother Fa turned around, bent my
legs, and pressed them against my chest, completely exposing my private parts to him, leaving me at his mercy. I wanted to call Sister Lan and his accomplice for help, but his
accomplice covered our mouths. I watched as Brother Fa greedily licked my virgin genitals with his stubble-covered mouth, saying, "Your tender pussy tastes so good." I
twitched from time to time as her stubble scraped against me, which seemed to further arouse his masculine desire. He straightened up, his hand gripping his thick penis, and
began to thrust and rub it wildly against my tender pussy. I was terrified, my body twisting and turning defiantly. Suddenly, his companion said, "Brother Fa, she's not even fourteen yet." (Later I learned that
having sex with a woman under fourteen is rape.) Brother Fa froze for a moment, then suddenly grabbed my legs, clamping his thick penis between them and
rubbing it back and forth forcefully, making roaring noises. His other hand roughly grabbed my budding breasts, causing me pain. With a thrust of his body, I felt
waves of heat spurting down my stomach; I knew he had ejaculated. I didn't know how long it had been since he'd done it, and he'd actually ejaculated on my face. Humiliation brought tears streaming down my face. They
threw me onto the seat, tossed me a bill, and hurried away. I remained naked on the seat for a long time before I came to my senses. After tidying myself up, I picked up the money—a hundred-yuan note.

That hundred-yuan bill almost cost me my virginity. I went out to shower and change before going home. I cooked dinner, but my father still hadn't returned. I waited and
waited, missing him terribly. Finally, he came home, and I threw myself into his arms, crying, "Dad, why did you take so long? I was so worried about you!
" He comforted me, saying, "Good girl, I had a long-distance passenger today." I cried, "Dad, don't work anymore! I'll support you from now on. You can have anything a woman can't have
, I'll give you!" He looked at me strangely and asked, "Are you alright?" I said, "I'm fine
. Let's eat." That night, I slept nestled in my father's arms. I was twelve years old, beginning to develop into a mature woman. Perhaps my father hadn't been with a woman in a long time; his natural reaction caused his penis to unconsciously become erect, pressing against my
stomach. I didn't want to refuse at all. I truly hoped my father would treat me as his woman. I would give him everything without reservation, because he was
the only man I loved in this world, my life, my everything.

When I woke up in the morning, Dad had already gone to work. There was breakfast he had prepared for me on the table. Tears welled up in my eyes again. For the first time, I felt so
lonely, so helpless, and so inseparable from Dad. I turned on the TV and accidentally learned that today was Father's Day. Dad has a holiday too! I was suddenly excited.
I immediately went to the street and bought Dad a gift—a new set of clothes from head to toe. I dressed up carefully, letting down my usual braids and getting my hair done in loose
waves at the salon. I wore a tight, sexy dress and put on light makeup. As evening approached, I cooked a sumptuous meal. I also boiled water and bought a large bathtub.
Thinking about Dad's joy when he came home and saw all this, it seemed like all my worries disappeared.

Dad finally came home. As soon as he walked in, he seemed not to recognize me, staring blankly at me with surprise, admiration, and even a hint of primal
desire in his eyes. I don't know why, but I blushed instantly, ran up to him, and hugged his neck, saying, "Dad, do you know, today is your special day!" I then presented him
with a gift. Dad was stunned; perhaps he had never seen such fine clothes before. I quickly said, "Dad, I saved up money from doing handicrafts." His eyes showed
gratitude and complex emotions. Afraid he might overthink things, I told him to eat. We had a very enjoyable meal. I even bought Dad some wine. We felt like the
happiest people in the world. After dinner, I told Dad to take a bath. Seeing the tub I had filled for him, he smiled and said, "Seeing this tub reminds me of bathing you when you were little. You
were so naughty back then, always splashing water on me." My face flushed, and I said reproachfully, "Dad, hurry up, it'll get cold soon." Dad seemed to enjoy his daughter's
filial piety, a welcome respite from his usual weariness. I heard him go into the bathroom to shower, so I quickly tidied the table and room, letting him soak a little longer to relax. Actually, my heart was pounding
. Perhaps he was too comfortable, or maybe the alcohol was helping, because I heard him snoring outside the door. I locked the door, drew the curtains, took off my clothes, and
resolutely went into the bathroom. I saw Dad half-reclined in the tub, his head resting on the air pillow I had bought him, his strong arms draped over the edge of the tub. I quietly approached
, seeing Dad's broad chest, a strong masculine aura emanating from him. I gently placed my hands on his head, massaging it,
gazing lovingly and affectionately at his smiling, sleeping face. I felt no one in the world was more handsome or better than him. Suddenly, Dad woke up, saw me, and asked in surprise, "What's
wrong, girl?" I said, "Dad, you're too tired. Let me take care of you." He hurriedly said it wasn't appropriate, but when he turned around, he saw I was only wearing underwear. As he sketched the alluring
body of a young girl, his hesitant expression made me feel like he was suddenly a child. I leaned down and hugged his neck, my hands caressing his
chest in his warm embrace, and whispered, "Dad, when I was little, I splashed water on you, and now your daughter is returning the favor." Dad probably didn't know what to do. I calmly removed
my underwear and bra in front of him. This was the first time he had seen his daughter's already developed body—white, brimming with an irresistible youthful energy. I stepped into
the bathtub, picked up a towel, and began to wash my father. I sat on his strong thighs, my breasts peeking out from under his arms. I hugged him, his slightly rough chest rubbing
against my tender nipples. Suddenly, I felt that my repayment to my father was too late, too little. Looking into his eyes, I timidly said, "Dad, you are my everything
. Your daughter can never leave you. Your daughter has grown up. What a woman can give you, your daughter will give you; what a woman can't give you, your daughter will also give you." As I spoke, I buried my face in his...

He cried in my arms. My father hesitated for a moment before suddenly hugging me and kissing me. I closed my eyes, not daring to look at his sobbing, but simply accepting
the love I had longed for. He propped himself up, and I pressed my whole body tightly against him, wanting to stay like that forever. This was my safe haven, my eternal safe haven.

Dad carried me to the bed. It seemed he had transcended worldly ethical norms; we were not only daughter and father, but also lovers, spouses, and friends.
He held me in his arms, and I felt the same way he held me when I was a child—a happiness that nothing could buy. I enjoyed his nervous, clumsy kisses. My
tongue slid in his mouth like a little fish. Strangely, I wasn't nervous or shy at all. My eyes remained fixed on him, and the satisfaction and love in my heart made
me feel like the happiest person in the world. Dad kissed and touched me forcefully, and I responded wholeheartedly. My whole body seemed to be sending signals to him, and
we were so in sync, so synchronized. I could strongly feel his aroused penis brushing against my legs, buttocks, and abdomen. I wanted to give him confidence and courage.
I closed my eyes, parted my legs, and he gently lay on top of me, as if afraid of hurting me. I hugged his waist tightly, feeling his hot glans pressing against my
vulva, like a snake eagerly seeking its cave. I grasped Dad's penis in one hand... He guided the tool to the entrance of my vagina and tried to push it in. I
winced in pain, and he tried to get off, but I held him, giving him even more encouragement. He bent down and began to lick my tender vulva, hot and pulsating in waves.
I couldn't help but moan, the intense pleasure making my whole body tremble. To help me get used to it, my father wanted to insert a finger to test the penetration, but I stopped
him. My hymen had to be broken by my father's penis, because he created me, and now it was his turn to reap the rewards.

Encouraged by me, Dad was already at the peak of his lust. He gripped his penis and thrust it into my already wet and juicy vagina. I felt
a strong sensation of being stretched open and brutally penetrated, and I couldn't help but cry out. Dad suddenly tried to pull out, but I held him tightly around the waist and gritted my teeth. This expression made
him unable to hesitate. He held his breath and thrust his body powerfully. My head suddenly felt like it was going to explode, and a bursting pain shot from my lower body to every nerve in my body.
My body trembled for a while before I regained my senses. Afraid that Dad would feel sorry for me, I tried my best to pretend that it was very comfortable and didn't hurt. I kept stroking Dad's back, which was already drenched in sweat, and
said in a sweet voice, "Dad, I'm your daughter. I want it. Give me everything."

Encouraged by me, Dad slowly began to thrust in and out. I kept my eyes tightly closed, mechanically and clumsily cooperating with him. His taut muscles pounded against
my body, the impact making me feel the powerful force of his love. I don't know how long it lasted, but as Dad thrust in and out, I gradually adapted
, the pain subsiding. I slowly opened my eyes and saw my father's kind and somewhat guilty gaze. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissed him, and
said tenderly, "Dad, I love you. Everything I am is thanks to you. Now it's your time to reap the rewards." Dad held me tightly, regaining his masculine confidence and primal
power, thrusting into me with even more skill, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. I looked at him with deep affection, satisfaction, and a touch of coquettishness, caressing his
entire body. His buttocks were constantly... The thrusting, sometimes tight, sometimes taut, and his hot, burning mouth enveloping my nipples, filled my entire body with excitement. I wanted to transform my whole being into
love and pour it into his body. My soft moans brought his excitement to its peak. With a low growl and a sudden pause and tension in his body, I felt
a surge of heat surging within me—his pent-up energy. These magical fluids had created me, and now I was receiving them with my own body, my own womb,
without any sense of unfamiliarity. It was as if they had found their home. My vagina spasmed violently, which further aroused my father, making him tremble all over.
We trembled like that, embracing each other, for a while before the turmoil subsided. I lovingly stroked his head and kissed him, saying, "Dad, I love you. This is my Father's Day
gift to you." Dad said, "I love you too, Feng'er." When my father came down, I could clearly see my virgin blood on his penis. I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders,
as if my lifelong wish had been fulfilled. My father picked me up and washed me. I lay there in his warm and strong arms. That was the happiest day of my life.

Now, I've grown into a beautiful young woman, working as a public relations professional in a company. Many handsome men pursue me, but I feel nothing for them whatsoever.

I don't even want to think about it, I don't even look at them. I don't know what I would do if I lost my father. Maybe he was already my whole life. Now,
my father can't go to work because of his leg ailment. I take care of him every day and enjoy his love every day. I don't feel like a burden at all. Father's Day is coming soon. I bought a big bouquet of carnations
. I want to say loudly to my father, "Dad, I love you. You are my whole life. I want to be with you forever."

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