“Having only a single father just makes it easy to be overly pampered, and there are a lot of those cases, so don’t scold her too much, it looks like she’s got a good nature.”
That tone of voice that resembled pity and sympathy, but was actually contempt. What the young detective said always stayed in his ears.
That’s the kind of thing you call revenge. I was already in my forties, so why should I be subjected to the contempt of a young boy like that, I thought, and my hands on the steering wheel trembled with anger.
It’s all this girl’s fault. Yoshihiko glanced at Masako, who was sitting in the assistant’s seat, expressionlessly looking out the car window at the street scene.
Dressed in a sailor-style student uniform, with her student bag on her lap, that look, that atmosphere, no matter how you look at it, it’s still a youthful and innocent high school girl, indeed, even her father’s Yoshihiko, who was convinced like that not so long ago.
Censored is only sixteen years old, the face shape is still childish, put in the eyes will not feel the pain of the daughter, but even joined the drag racing family, but also learned to smoke amphetamines.
He was completely deceived by his daughter.
Yoshihiko mentally scoffed at herself, enduring the anger that bubbled up from the bottom of her heart, and arguably extreme regret.
Yoshihiko and Masako never said a word until they reached the quiet residential area on the outskirts of the city.
Walking into the room, Yoshihiko let his patience explode. He suddenly slapped Masako in the face.
In the past, I never thought I would hit my cute daughter. But at this moment Yoshihiko was beyond that there was no way to express her feelings.
“Ouch! What’s going on!”
Masako, who shifted her body slightly and held her face with one hand, surprisingly uttered words of defiance that made Yoshihiko unable to believe.
“What are you talking about, apologize to dad, get on your knees and apologize.”
Yoshihiko screamed angrily while grabbing Masako’s neck and trying to get Masako to kneel.
“Don’t do that, damn it!”
At Masako, who was making cursing noises and desperately resisting, Yoshihiko’s heart had gone beyond anger to sadness.
Is this the result of more than a decade of being raised on your own?
With that in mind, Yoshihiko had forgotten at some point that she couldn’t hit too hard, and beat with reckless abandon.
When sanity was restored, Masako had passed out on the couch. Her lip was probably busted. A line of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and Yoshihiko hurriedly wiped it with toilet paper.
Masako’s angelic innocent face was unlike to say that kind of words and rude demeanor. Yoshihiko didn’t know what to do. If Masako came to her senses soon, there was bound to be another all-out brawl.
Just at that moment, Yoshihiko’s mind remembered something about to be forgotten about an incident when the rope should still be there.
There was a piece of organized twine in a handbag that was kept in the deepest part of the closet. In addition to the twine, there were a few other things there that would cause Yoshihiko pain, or perhaps I should say sweet and sour memories.
Yoshihiko only took out the twine and closed the purse back to its original place with force as if severing a memory.
Masako should have shown her innocent expression and passed out on the sofa, Yoshihiko’s heart was complicated, but there was no way out of it.
Turning Masako’s body so that her back was facing Yoshihiko, who with skillful movements tied her hands behind her back, and from the student system
The suit was tied to the chest, and the legs were bent and bound together with the end of the rope indeed, so that it was impossible to resist, even to stand.
Letting out a long sigh, he was trying to wipe the smell of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand when Yako woke up, writhing her bound body and letting out a furious scream.
“Damn it, it hurts! Bastard, I’m going to scream!”
At that moment Yoshihiko undid his tie as if by reflex and put it over Masako’s mouth so that she couldn’t make a sound.
Despite this, Masako struggled desperately.
Yoshihiko looked at this look on Masako’s face with a helpless expression. Only when Masako realized the futility of resisting and stopped struggling did Yoshihiko coldly say.
“Just reflect on it. Take your time reflecting on how much what you did broke Dad’s heart.”
Yoshihiko walked out of the living room after that. He really couldn’t go without a drink, and naturally walked towards the bar he was familiar with frequenting.
“Tonight, you’re not quite right, it’s not good for your health to be dunked like that.”
Even the bar owner’s wife said so, and without a word, Yoshihiko pounded down the spirits like they were water, leaving the bar at one in the morning.
Yoshihiko was unsteady on his feet, but his mind was extremely clear. He was thinking about how to scold and how to discipline in the future.
“Uh-huh, uh-huh …… uh-huh ……”
Yako, who had been on the couch, rolled onto the floor, realizing that her father had come home, Yako seemed to be about to say something, but couldn’t as the tie was tied around her mouth. Yoshihiko was drunk but could still tell that Masako wasn’t trying to protest, she had a very serious look on her face.
“What is it? What’s wrong with you?”
Yoshihiko crouched down and hastily undid the tie that was tied around Masako’s mouth.
“Let me go to the bathroom.”
In an instant, the shadow of Kazue, who had abandoned her daughter and husband, overlapped and appeared in Masako. Yoshihiko shook her head vigorously trying to drive away the evil thoughts.
He just picked up Masako by the rope that tied her feet, and held the end of the rope in his hand and followed Masako, who was walking with her thighs clenched as if she was having a hard time even when she was walking.
“Untie the rope, this is not going to …… work.”
“No.”
The two men were facing each other in front of the restroom.
“But ….. I can’t get off …..”
“I’ll take it off for you!”
“Don’t ……!”
As if she hadn’t even heard Masako, Yoshihiko suddenly reached into her skirt and pulled down her boxers.
“That’ll do.”
Open the door to the restroom and urge her to sit down with a look.
Yako rolled her eyes at her father for a moment before walking into the restroom and sitting on the toilet. But her father was still standing in front of her not closing the door behind him.
“Close the door ….. Dad ….. Close the door …..”
“No.”
For some reason, Yoshihiko stubbornly insisted.
“Why is that …… too much …..”
Masako was on the verge of tears and bit her lip after looking up at her father.
Yoshihiko didn’t have a certain idea at this point. He just wanted to torture Yako, but the more Yako made her beautiful face twist and plead in pain, the stronger that thought became.
“Ah!”
After a soft yelp from Masako, what she had been holding back for so long landed on the toilet bowl, making a fierce watery sound; the toilet bowl was completely covered by a skirt, so you couldn’t see the pee, but that sound just had a very real feel to it.
Yako turned her face away, so shy that even her ears and neck were red.
“Finished? Okay, I’ll rub it for you.”
Seeing her father talking like this and reaching for the toilet paper as if he was a different person emitting an abnormal shine from his eyes, Masako felt a chill sweep down her back.
“Don’t! Dad! Please, don’t!”
Originally, there was only shame, but now that she knew there was danger, Masako sat on the toilet and moved her ass backward, but her hands were still tied and her legs were trembling and she couldn’t use her strength.
“Daddy’s going to rub it on you, like when you were a baby.”
Though he wasn’t fully awake anymore, Yoshihiko himself hadn’t yet lost his mind in the unusual frenzy that Masako had felt. This was evidenced by the fact that Yoshihiko had quietly slipped his toilet paper right hand up his skirt to avoid seeing his daughter’s lower abdomen.
But what use was such thoughtfulness to Yako. And in reality, Yoshihiko’s sobriety and sanity were only extremely short-lived.
“Ah! No!”
Masako hurriedly tried to clench her legs, but she shouldn’t have moved her butt backward just now, because it made the toilet come between her legs and the toilet paper press against the roots of her parted thighs. In an instant, Masako’s whole body trembled.
Yoshihiko simply ignored that reaction of Masako’s and took the toilet paper in her right hand and carefully wiped the urine from her wet crotch, then slowly wiped upwards.
“Hmmm ……?”
Through the toilet paper, Yoshihiko’s fingers felt a different sensation from the soft, fleshy sensation she had just felt, a rough, hairy sensation.
“You ….. When?”
It was the harsh voice of a scolding, and right at that moment, Yoshihiko was completely beyond the realm of lucidity and madness.
After the age of sixteen, the appearance of pubic hair on the lower abdomen is very natural, but I don’t know whether it was the alcohol or the instinct of indulging in inverted behavior, to Yoshihiko at that time, her daughter’s lower abdomen should still be bare to be able to do so.
When Yoshihiko dropped the toilet paper into the toilet, she suddenly grabbed the secret hair directly with her own right hand.
“Ah ….. Ouch!”
Masako’s body tensed as she leaned back.
“Do you ….. Did …..”
After a moment’s hesitation, Yoshihiko’s fingers went back to his crotch and pushed apart the young girl’s soft fleshy lips, entering the narrow hole of flesh.
“Ah …..”
Yako screamed miserably, her whole body stiffening.
“Damnable slut! When did you eat a man’s food!”
Yoshihiko had gone completely insane, plunged into a bitter hallucination. The index and middle fingers that tyrannically inserted themselves into the meaty hole, and the thumb that crushed the pussy nucleus, ravaged the immature sex organs as if they had a grudge.
It made a squeaky, watery sound of flesh rubbing against slime, and added to Yoshihiko’s frenzied energy. The young sex organ was almost on the verge of breaking as it was pinched and twisted from the outside of the flesh by his father’s fingers.
It’s going to break …..!
Such a feeling and the endless surge of excruciating pain gushing from her crotch made Yako’s body and mind completely cool.
“It hurts ….. Ouch ….. Help ….. Daddy!”
Masako almost fainted, her whole body stiffening in misery.
“Damn it! To punish you! To punish you! Stand up!”
When Yoshihiko suddenly let go of her daughter’s pussy door, she grabbed Masako’s hair and stood up while tearing her skirt and taking it off.
“Ah! ……”
Without even having time to scream, Masako was carried back to her room on her father’s shoulders. Fear convulsed her entire body, and she couldn’t even kick her feet to resist.
Yoshihiko sat down on the couch, placed her bare ass upward on her lap, and removed the boxers that were wrapped around her feet, just as she used her right hand to
The palm stroked his daughter’s ass as if checking the shape.
“Daddy ….. Give me a break ….. I’m sorry ….. It’s my fault!”
“Can’t! Can’t spare you!”
When Yoshihiko finished speaking she raised her right hand and spanked her daughter’s ass with her whole body.
It made a crisp sound.
“Ah …..” Yako let out a cry.
Red handprints appeared on the snow-white ass.
At that moment, Masako felt her father’s already erect penis under her stomach, though through her pants.
The father’s slaps continued relentlessly. With each blow, Yako arched her back and bounced her feet in her father’s lap.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! Spare me!”
Tears fell from Masako’s eyes as memories and reality from her early childhood mixed wonderfully into one in the intoxication that produced a tingling pain in her buttocks.
“Don’t do it anymore! You’re not lying! You promise!”
“Yes! Dad, I promise never to do it again.”
The poorly stained red ass of her daughter on her lap must have hurt like fire, and Yoshihiko’s cock, which was pressed against her daughter’s body, swelled to the point of pain.
Lowering Yako from her lap and letting her upper body lie prone on the couch with her knees on the ground, Yoshihiko came behind her daughter and squatted down with her eyes on her ass. Only one hand began to caress the naked ass as if it was very sore.
Masako’s heart shrunk. There was no such situation in her memories as a young child. After apologizing and being forgiven, her freedom was restored with a light kiss on the buttocks, but now her father had taken away the freedom of her hands and was telling her to hold her buttocks up high and caress them with her face so close that her breath could spray onto them.
“What a lovely ass that is, it’s mine and will never be given to anyone!”
Her father’s voice seemed dreamy, and the sensation of his growing beard rubbing against his already allergic ass made Yako shiver incontinently.
“Dad! Don’t! What’s it going to be!”
By this time Yoshihiko couldn’t hear any sound Church pivoted hard.
“Ouch! Daddy, no!”
The childish Masako who was revealing her childishness from her ass groove in front of her eyes was so demonically beautiful that even if she wasn’t drunk, she could be enough to make any man lose his rationality.
It was as if Yoshihiko was sucked over, pressing her face against her daughter’s ass, and at this point it was just a matter of letting instinct drive her.
“Oops ….. Ah …..”
The father’s big thumb plucked at the fleshy lips, licking with his tongue, so insistently, from the mouth of the tung, where the dense juices had accumulated, to the gasping asshole, in the secret place of the concentrated female’s sweet nerves.
“Ahh ….. Don’t ah ….. Ah…”
No matter what state she was in, being caressed by such an insistent tongue was certainly too much for a woman’s flesh to bear. Masako twisted her body, breathing heavily, and even moans emerged from her mouth.
Just turned sixteen and not fully mature body, but the woman’s flesh is sensitive, with this feeling, it is more overflowing to make another person intoxicated like an aphrodisiac like juice, will provoke the man to rise.
“That place ….. No way ….. Ah ……”
The tip of my father’s tongue kept licking around not only the pussy but also the anus.
For the pair, it was a sweet and urgent sensation for the first time in their lives, cunts were something that had already had a few teenagers, driven by instinct to penetrate their cocks with immature techniques, but not once had such an aching tongue been inserted into an asshole.
Because it’s a father, just because it’s a biological father ……
Masako couldn’t help but make her whole body tremble at the sweet trembling that came from within her body. The feeling of being humiliated by being tied up in a slutty position had become the source of Masako’s sweet trembling.
“Dad ….. Ah ….. Daddy …..”
Sweet and provocative secret juices, and sweet and provocative all the little props in a woman’s crotch, it was an inexhaustible treasure trove of infinite pleasure for Yoshihiko.
The anus that probably hadn’t been touched by anyone yet, the asshole that had only known shame, a shame that was about to know sweet wariness due to the caress of her own father’s tongue.
That’s the kind of punishment only a real father can do. You know, Masako? How much Daddy loves you! Shouting is proof of love.
Just as her daughter, who had no suspicion between them, had been buried by the huge wave of her orgasm, Yoshihiko fell from her frenzy into a dream, and then indulged in the same orgasm as her daughter in her dream.
“Dad ….. Get up, it’s morning already.”
The sound of Masako’s voice was heard above his head, and Yoshihiko awoke from a deep sleep, a slight pain in his head, and for a moment he didn’t know where he was.
“Daddy, please untie the rope.”
Yoshihiko turned her head toward the couch where the noise was coming from.
Masako, who was lying prone on the couch with only her hands tied behind her back, looked at Yoshihiko with supplicating eyes. The upper half of her body was wearing a sailor-style student uniform, but there was nothing to cover her lower body.
Memory returned, and after caressing his daughter’s obscene secret place with his mouth and tongue after her ass punishment, he fell asleep on the floor.
“I’m going to school …..”
“School? Who knows if you actually go to school.”
“Dad, I didn’t lie to you. I’ve promised never to do anything bad again ah!”
“Can you be taken at your word so easily when you’ve been completely fooled in the past?”
With that Yoshihiko stood up and walked out of the room alone.
“Dad …..”
Masako couldn’t guess her father’s intentions. But when she saw the hands coming back with something in the shape of a thin chain, she couldn’t help but tense up. It turned out that the punishment for being good wasn’t over yet.
“Let you go to school, but make it so you can’t do bad things even if you wanted to, okay?”
Masako couldn’t object, it was now a case of only obeying her father, there was no other choice.
Yoshihiko picked Masako up, when she saw her sixteen year old daughter’s newly complete pubic hair, which looked particularly dazzling in the morning light.
Yoshihiko came behind Masako.
“To use this locking and refining to tuck the most important places of a woman’s life into place indeed.”
After saying that, she wrapped the locks around Masako’s crotch. Then the two ends were locked together with locks, and there were two locks deeply stuck between the sixteen year old’s soft femurs.
“It hurts …..!”
“It doesn’t matter, you’ll get used to it soon enough, the key was left with Dad.”
Yoshihiko stowed the key in his pocket, which unlocked the rope binding his hands.
“Well, get ready to go to school, now that Daddy is relieved.”
Masako stroked her wrists, which were paralyzed by the rope marks, and bent her head as if to avoid her father’s eyes, walking out of the room, resigning herself to the fact that resisting would only result in harsher punishment.
But the locking exercise of sinking into the crotch is rubbing against tender flesh with every step, making the lower part of the body feel sore and itchy.
Putting on her boxers and new skirt, she changed into her sweat-stained bra and blouse and walked out of the house, holding back tears. The crotch locking girdle was strangling extra tight, tormenting Yako’s secret place all day long, whether sitting or standing.
It was a no-brainer. It was the only way to protect Masako from bad behavior.
Yoshihiko told herself that. But the general sweetness of the wariness made the breath rush, and the rod at the base of the thigh couldn’t help but harden. Showering with cold water, but the thing didn’t soften.
Did she inherit her mother’s blood? Is she a lecherous woman like her mother …..?
In the hallucination, the shadows of Masako and separated wife Kazue overlapped, that high ass like a Westerner’s. Fine, thick, secretive pubic hair, everything was the same as Kazue’s. The sexual fetish is probably the same …..
Yoshihiko couldn’t help but grip his cock, which was more erect than usual, while remembering the days when he indulged in perverted lovemaking with Kazue using various gadgets.
“Tie me up.” It was Kazue who made such a request first.
However, there is a man who doesn’t fall in love with a woman who is whimpering with her beautifully contorted cheeks as the ropes fall into her breasts, a pussy that is completely wet even with the ropes stuck in her crotch, and a woman whose entire body is flushed with redness due to the shame and agony.
Kazue’s flesh emits a sultry sheen of mystical sex and a lewd aroma as it is tied up tight. It would not be an exaggeration to say that this beauty was flesh made for bondage.
Is there any greater pleasure for a man than to be able to take a bound, lost freedom, exposed to shame and even more bewitching flesh, to play with it and abuse it at will?
After using candles, dildos, and colonic to bring beauty to its limit and enjoying the joy, the behavior of the two is elevated even more.
Kazue who is trembling and moaning wildly due to the hot wax oil, the vibration of the dildo in the depths of her vagina, Kazue who is waving and screaming in spite of everything, Kazue who is holding back the urge to poop, twisting her brow for the pain, and Kazue who is reaching the extreme high point of shame after the obscenities have been discharged.
“Please ….. Please ….. Torture my slutty asshole with your thing …..”
Kazue’s wildly lewd appearance could only be described as abnormal, shaking her head and radiating, her sweaty body twitching and trembling, grunting incessantly, reaching orgasm multiple times, each time her rectum contracted and spasmed, clamping Yoshihiko’s rod tightly.
In the long afterglow and silence of orgasm, it was a great pleasure for Yoshihiko to revel in the sweet aroma of her sweaty female body while licking the rope marks left all over her body with her tongue.
However, after letting him know such joy, Kazue fled.
Why is that? That’s why!
As the hatred bubbling up inside caused Kazue’s naked body to overlap with Masako’s, Yoshihiko Flesh’s ferocious weapon shuddered violently and spurted out white, cloudy semen.
I don’t know how many times Masako couldn’t help but scream out during class. The flat surface of the chair had the same effect as kink on the lower body that was wrapped around the locks.
The friction from the chains was felt as a stabbing pain in the backbone. But what gushed out from the depths of her crotch was no longer pain, but undoubtedly turned into lustful pleasure.
Both by changing the position of her ass, recombining the overlapping positions of her legs, or lifting her ass slightly, the sweet current from her crotch to her back muscles still hit periodically. Yako bit down on the back of her hand each time to avoid whimpering.
But tethering to the whimpering from above, the pussy walls below were also overflowing sticky liquid like whimpering, and after every class, Masako had to run into the restroom as that pleasure turned into peeing tormenting Masako’s lower abdomen.
Enter the restroom and lock it, no longer able to hold back the whimper.
Pulling down his boxers, the crotch portion of his freshly changed morning boxers was already wet.
But that was tolerable, nothing compared to the humiliation of peeing.
Squatting over the commode, the chains were unmercifully sunk between the parted femurs, and there was no way to pee without prying my fingers away from the labia minora, which had been twisted by the chains’ pressure.
A woman’s urine cannot be controlled like a man’s. The pee that starts to spurt out flies down the chain in unwanted directions. Not only do they get their pubic hair and asses wet, but they also splash outside the commode and wet their shoes.
Luckily it didn’t splash on the boxers. But what a humiliation to have to wrap the chains that were so cruelly sunk into your crotch with your boxers.
Masako hated her father, and after being humiliated like this and returning to the classroom to sit in a chair, carnal sensuality still arose strongly.
Barely managing to make it to the fourth last class, she excused herself from school early on the grounds that she wasn’t feeling well, and Masako left the school quickly, amidst her classmates pointing at her.
It was tempting to go straight to the men of the same party in order to get back at my father. , After reaching them, cutting the chains was a breeze and the itchy flesh could be soothed.
The kind of home you never want to go back to …..
Despite this thought, somehow I still ran towards the road home.
Either way it’s better to go home and get the clothes out first.
Yako explained herself this way.
No one was home, and the room was the same as usual, but on the couch was a piece of twine that had tormented Masako all night last night.
Masako’s body revived the toilet situation again, the ass slapping, the licking there and the feelings.
Now it was bath first, and the urine-stained lower body felt very dirty, and Masako was at when to take off her student uniform and boxers.
Then immediately I ran into the bathroom, but for some reason I had a sudden urge to see myself in a humiliating position.
There was a large mirror by the door, and Masako stood up to the standing mirror with trepidation as if she had seen something terrible.
It was so unexpected that Yako saw something other than the chains that bound the filthy and vile, revealing the unsightly and miserable nude body. The chains were like ornaments sinking into the skin, crushing the lustful hairs, and after the twisting of the lower body, the nudity made the woman even more colorful, exuding a sultry hue so bewitching that she shocked herself.
Why? Why is this …..?
Masako interacted looking at herself in the mirror and the reality of herself and couldn’t help but start to run her hands over her naked body.
The chains that adorned the lower body when clamping the legs together made a sultry sweet tension appear at the roots of the thighs. Where else could one find such beautiful adornments, not only on the lower body, but if there were chains on the chest, on the breasts as well, it would inevitably turn into an even more bewitching nude body. Yako gazed mesmerized at the portrait in the mirror.
Masako had known for a long time that there was a mysterious leather case in the cabinet kitchen. But she had no idea of the purpose of the ropes or chains and different shaped props inside until this moment, and it was no wonder, since it was more than two years ago.
The heart began to beat abnormally. Yako took the suitcase out of the cabinet kitchen and opened it warily in front of the standing mirror.
It was exactly as remembered. There was also a chain in the suitcase, as well as dildos of various shapes.
Dad and mom are using this ……
The heart seemed to receive an electric shock!
This one and this one are inserted there. This fine one…does ….. must be inserted in the ass.
Masako closed her hands one by one and looked at them. Her body was marvelously on fire and her hands were trembling.
After looking at each one, Yako picked up the chains and stood in front of the standing mirror. Her body was hot and flushed, and her eyes were wet toward the look in the distance.
With almost trembling hands, she wrapped the old chains around her breasts, circling each one above and below her breasts, and finally tying them in a knot in front of her chest before looking at Rikkyo with a fiery gaze.
It was unbelievably lewd and voluptuous nudity.
This is my body ….. My body? Yako was mesmerized by the wariness that welled up deep inside her body.
Bending his body to pick up the thick dildo, also an unintentional action, pressed on the breasts to open the electric door after, completely driven by the instinct of the flesh. On the nipples, neck, stomach, thighs ….. The lewd dildo dissolved Yako’s golden body. Sweet, annoying pleasure came and went like waves, taking Yako’s faculties into the abyss of orgasm.
Breathing rapidly and whimpering, her whole body began to tremble unceasingly, no longer able to stand, falling to the ground, her body and mind overwhelmed by intense pleasure.
Dad ….. It’s Dad’s fault …..
Again and again, Yako was swallowed by bottomless orgasms.
The doorbell caused Yako to crawl up reflexively.
In sweet paralysis, I don’t know when I fell asleep and it was dark.
“Is it Dad? Wait a minute.”
Speaking into the intercom, Yako scrambled to push her suitcase under the couch, not having time to undo the chains on her breasts, slipping her student uniform and skirt right over her naked body in one smooth motion, and rushing to the door.
When he opens the door, he sees not his father, but Fumiya, the boss of the same party.
“Been waiting for you in front of the school.”
Pushing past Yako, he headed inside.
“I heard from your classmates that you left early to go home.”
“Can’t come in ….. Daddy’s home.”
Lies told in the heat of the moment have been recognized by the other side.
“Bullshit! You just called Dad over the intercom, have you forgotten already?”
Masako was speechless, her whole body trembling with fear.
“Only got caught once and you’re freaking out? Well, go inside and talk about it.”
He entered the living room without taking off his shoes when he finished.
“Please, no! Daddy will be home soon.”
“That would be great, show your dad how enthusiastic we are.”
“Don’t! Never!”
“What’s the point of pretending to be a good boy now, take it off, take off that ugly uniform, take it off!”
“Don’t! Please, just go!”
“Asshole!”
It was too late to escape now, and with the collar grabbed by Fumiya, the force of the struggle caused the uniform to break.
Revealing chains from the cracks.
“What? What is it?”
“Fumiya held onto Masako’s waist with one arm and used his other hand to easily peel off Masako’s uniform and skirt.
“Whoa! What is this!”
Vin also saw the lock behind his ass.
“And with a lock ….. I get it!”
Hands cover the chest and lower abdomen, but there is no longer any point.
“Is it Daddy’s hobby? Your dad is amazingly horny, too.”
Fumi also leaked out a drooling colorful smile.
“Come here, I’ll take that kind of thing off you ….. Get over here.”
“Don’t ….. Please spare me!”
Masako crouched and cried for the intense shame.
“Idiot! I said to remove that kind of thing for good, how can I bring good here, come with me. Staying in a place with such a perverted old man, no good will happen. Come with me and I’ll love you later.”
Trying to pick up Masako’s body and take a step forward, he kicked something at his feet.
“Hmm? What’s this?”
A corner of the suitcase was revealed from under the couch, and Fumiya placed it on the couch to open it.
“Wow! I can’t stand you guys, you don’t play with this stuff every day, it’s a real pervert.”
Just then.
“Hey!”
There was no doubt that it was her father’s voice, and if she had heard that voice a second later, if she had come in a step later, she didn’t know what would have happened to Yako, but in that instant, Yako had made up her mind.
“Aww… dad! Dad! Help me!”
Masako had forgotten her physical condition and immediately hid behind her father.
“You get the hell out of here! You’re not in trouble anymore, get out!”
Yoshihiko yelled in exasperation.
“Don’t say such big words! Perverted old man! Yako is my woman, a woman who can’t live without my cock.”
“Shut up, I’m not giving my baby girl to something like you!”
“Laughing my ass off! What baby girl! She’s a real slut who sucks my cock and whimpers and cries with delight, not just my cock, but any man’s, we call her Yako the cock sucker.”
Yako was about to pass out for a few autumns, feeling the world disintegrate from the soles of her feet.
“Shut up when I tell you to shut up! Yako is my treasure, and I wouldn’t give it to a brat like you even if it killed me!”
“What a great dad! Masako! Come on with me.”
Fumiya stepped forward on one side and stood face to face with Yoshihiko.
“Don’t ….. I’m Daddy’s …… Daddy’s!”
Anger appeared on Fumiya’s face as he reached out and grabbed Yoshihiko by the collar almost ready to strike.
“Hmph! You guys are perverts.”
There was no flinching, so he had to drop his lift and walk out with a harsh curse.
The sound of an engine car is heard, then silence for a long time.
“I’m sorry ….. Dad, I’m sorry …..”
Masako finally relented and knelt in her hands.
“The same! The same as your mother! A slut!”
After saying that, he used the belt he was holding in his right hand to smack down hard on Yako’s ass.
“Ah …..!”
Masako let out a scream and a red whip mark immediately appeared on her snow-white ass.
Yako falls to the ground, but the belt continues to hit Yako’s body.
“Do you like men’s things that way? Like to lick it?”
Yako whimpers, unable to answer as the belt abuses Yako’s naked body.
“You like it that way, lick Daddy’s! Lick it!”
Yoshihiko lowered her hands and stood with her legs apart in front of Masako, waiting.
It didn’t take long for Yako to slowly climb to her feet, lifting her hair, plastered to her face by sweat and tears, with her hand and leaning her face against Yoshihiko’s crotch.
At that moment, taking a glance at the female with’s expression, Yoshihiko couldn’t help but be startled, as it was exactly the same as Kazue’s when she was intoxicated.
The thing in Yoshihiko’s pants had swelled to the max.
Masako used both hands to pull down the zipper and then the panties. On the rod that jumped out Yako rubbed her cheek gently.
“Daddy ….. I’m so happy …..”
The huskiness of Yako’s speech, when she finished, she stuck out her tongue on her father’s upraised rod, licking it from root to tip, back and forth, back and forth, carefully, with that mesmerized expression that was real, not faked.
“You ㄚ ……..”
Yoshihiko’s hand caressed her daughter’s head, but there was no longer anger in her voice.
“Did you take out that suitcase?”
Masako licked to the left and right, nodding her head as she changed angles.
“The chain on the chest rolled up on itself, too!”
Yako nodded once more.
“Good! Come here.”
Yoshihiko went to the couch and sat down, making Masako squat between her parted only legs, and re-enlisted Masako to take her cock into her mouth before taking the wax out of the leather case and lighting it with a lighter.
“Your mom likes this too …..”
Yoshihiko turned the candle across to the back of Masako who was desperately caressing the sinister stem in her mouth.
“Mmmmmm …..”
The hot wax oil fell on the red, swollen back, and a grunt leaked from the mouth holding the cock as his whole body tensed.
“You are ….. When did ….. Learn this kind of thing …..”
For unbelievably skillful tonguing and superb sucking, Yoshihiko made the rod quiver while letting the wax oil drip on Yako’s back, waist, and back again.
Every time the wax oil fell, Yako let out a grunt and gnashed her teeth on the meat stick, as if to forget the fear of the wax oil dripping and to suck her father’s cock even more desperately.
The sweet sensation of having her own daughter sucking on her rod made Yoshihiko start to lose her patience like a young man.
“You know what? Gotta swallow every drop of Daddy’s cum.”
Masako nodded her head as she kept licking the rod stuffed in her mouth.
Yoshihiko pressed down on Masako’s head with one hand while pushing up her ass hard.
“Well!”
The moment the tip of the rod hit the depths of her throat, Yoshihiko’s thing exploded with intense power in her daughter’s mouth, her urethra blazing like a fire, and her pent-up semen shot out.
Masako desperately tried to hold back the nauseating feeling of vomiting, also from the corner of her eyes came teardrops that dripped down her cheeks.
After the intermittent rush was over and he had ejaculated all of his semen, Yoshihiko still pressed down on his daughter’s head and wouldn’t let go until the fiery afterglow in her urethra was completely gone, forbidding Masako to spit out his rod.
In order not to swallow the cum she had to tighten her mouth even more on her father’s rod.
Jojo ……
Finally getting permission, Yako gently raised her head and swallowed the cum that had accumulated in her mouth with a gurgling sound.
Probably tired, Yako leaned her head helplessly against her father’s cock, which was beginning to shrink.
“Well …..”
Yoshihiko took a deep breath as well, extinguishing the flame of the candle and sitting down against the back of the couch.
“You ㄚ is …..”
When Yoshihiko said that and stroked her daughter’s face, Masako took her father’s finger into her mouth in a pouty manner.
“Tired of it ….. It’s hot ….. It hurts …..”
As if she couldn’t pick up and spit it out, Masako continued to suck on her finger.
“I’ll spare you today …..”
“No. ….. No!”
Suddenly from the mouth of Masako, who raised her face, unexpected words came out.
“I’m a bad boy, I want Daddy to bolt me up or I won’t be able to do it again, Daddy, torture me, use Mommy’s share on me too, bolt me up forever!”
Yoshihiko received a heart-frozen shock for a split second, the reason why Masako’s mother, Kazue, had left him, as if she hadn’t realized until now that there was a kind of woman who always had to have a rope around her neck, or she herself would do nothing. And Kazue and Masako are such women. To use warmth on such women would instead make them suffer, and whether right or wrong they must be bolted up and tortured to the end so as to make such women feel joyful.
“Okay, got it ….. You stand up!”
Yoshihiko forcefully stripped off her clothes and grabbed the rope that was sitting beside her and stood up.
“I’m going to punish the slutty flesh your mother passed on to you by tying you up until you bleed! Come on… Stand up!”
Yako fully exposed her naked body, stained with wax candle and sweat, lewdly bound and chained, to her father.
“How lewd you are in this flesh, I do not law you to be so educated.”
Yoshihiko finished pulling the chain off of Masako’s chest and opened the lock to remove the chain from her waist.
“You’re ah ….. More raunchy than mom.”
Yoshihiko gazed with a fiery gaze at the naked body that left the chain scuff marks.
“Please daddy ….. Tie it faster ….. It’s embarrassing …..”
With hands that were about to tremble with excitement, Yoshihiko began to bind her daughter’s naked body.
“It hurts ….. Daddy …..”
He himself hadn’t expected to use so much force, causing an immediate reddish hue to appear on Yako’s body as the rope sank into the flesh.
“You’ve looked inside the suitcase ….. Use that thing ….. Torture you to the end like you did your mom!”
“No! NO! I want Daddy’s, torture me with Daddy’s stuff, torture me with Daddy’s stuff in my ass!”
The cock, which had regained its strength, trembled in Yoshihiko’s lower abdomen.
It’s a line I’ve heard before too.
Young asshole, not yet polluted daughter’s asshole, Yoshihiko with both hands and hot eyes, dialed there …….