Do nothing

I look at him straight in the face as I try to change the topic. “Look… I am trying to eat, and I am really not interested in hearing you talk about your sex life. Don’t you have work to do?”

He ignores the first part of what I said as he laughs directly in my face.“Work seriously; this company basically runs itself. I can almost guarantee that half of the higher up employees at any point in time are having sex.”

“Look, you might be a CEO or whatever, but I am just a secretary. It is none of my concern what the higher-ups are doing, and I really don’t want to know.”

He laughs as he looks at his phone. “Speaking about secretaries, I have plans with mine and her sister in just under five minutes; I better get going.” He quickly threw away his food before running back to his office, allowing me to quietly finishes my lunch in peace.

My brother’s new office was on the way back to my desk; when I passed it, he was sitting motionless at his behind his desk with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

To be honest, I didn’t want to know what was causing him to grin, so I just kept walking. Since I returned to work, I have been under strict orders to check in on my father Every time I returned to my desk. I know the only reason he told me to do this is that it let him know I was back and available to be fuck, but he never actually touched me, so I didn’t mind doing it.

Like almost every other time, I walked in on him with his bare ass facing the door fucking some random woman over the very same desk that he first took me on. I cough to get his attention, to which he responds with his usual wave with his left hand and says, “I am pretty much-taken care of, so you can return to your desk.” Not wanting to be any more involved in my father’s sex life than I am already **** to be, I would promptly turn around, close the door and sit down at my desk.

Ten minutes after sitting down, the two sisters left my brother’s office. Except for the occasional stray hair, you wouldn’t have even known they just had some sort of sexual contact with my brother.

The woman in my father’s office came running out, Almost an hour after the two sisters left. The two sisters might have been able to go back to work looking the way they did; however, this woman could not. She came running out with her makeup running down her face, her hair a mess, her blue pencil dress twisted and mangled, and holding her cum soak bra and panties.

For the next few weeks, it was much of the same. My father would openly have sex with anyone he was contracted with, that is, anyone except me, oddly enough. My brother would openly trash talk every ‘contracted woman,’ which made me want to kill him, but when it came to the of having sex, he always did it privately behind closed doors.

A small black box was sitting on my desk When I came into work a few weeks later. The box is meant to be discrete and indiscriminate, but every secretary knew what they meant because they were usually the ones tasked with dropping them off. I personally have dropped off at least five on different women’s desks. In shame, I quickly hid the box in my bag and ran to the bathroom with it before any of the other secretaries could see it.

Without looking at the result myself, after I took the test, I quickly put it back in the box and walked it straight to my father’s office. He rips the box open the moment I handed him. In an outburst of emotions, He suddenly picked me up the moment he saw the results. “Congratulations {name}; you’re going to make a great mommy.” He spun me twice around while holding in the air as if I was a child with a perfect score on a test before setting me down. He took two breaths and fixed his suit before talking while trying to regain his boss-like composure. “Well… Ah… Congrats on finishing your first project.” he oddly pats my shoulders. “I think it time that I assign you your second project.”

“A SECOND PROJECT?” now knowing that I am pregnant, my hand goes to my stomach, “This one isn’t really finished.”

His hand moves to the back of my dress as he pushes me towards the door. “Oh, don’t worry, that project is well enough along that we might as well just consider it finished, and your second project won’t be nearly as permitted as your first. Now get going, I have an appointment coming soon; I message you the details of your next project later.” He literally pushed me out of his office just in time for his next ‘female appointment’ to walk in. The appointment was a CEO of a smaller company we work with. We did a lot of business with her company, so I had numerous ‘runs in’ with her. She ran her company and everyone around her, including her husband, like a giant bully. However, she came to my father to be bullied. I heard her body slam into his office door just a few seconds after the door closed.

SKIP

The directions were simple, “Come back to the office next Saturday at 9 pm. Enter through the back door. There will be someone there to tell you what to do.”

The next three days were awkward as I nervously waited to see what was waiting for me at 9 pm on Saturday night. I was so nervous that I ended up getting there fifteen minutes early, luckily there was someone already there waiting for me.

The strange man eyed me over; I was wearing a tight black backless pencil dress that hugged me perfectly. It was much too early for any pregnancy sign to show, so it showed off my perfectly flat stomach. “You look nice… But you won’t be needing the dress.”

I laughed at his compliment “Oh really, if not the dress, then what will they have me wear.”

He opens the door and motions for me to walk through it. “You will see. Please follow me.” He rudely steps in front of me and works through the door.

He walks me straight into a room where there are five six-foot-long metallic carts in them before ordering me “strip and then laid down on any cart.”

“Wait, what?”

He quickly grabs my arm and pulls me to the nearest cart. “You have the nicest job tonight. You question me one more time, or better yet, you move a muscle after you lay down on the cart, and I promise you, you will have the worst job. And I can promise you that it will be your worst night ever.

I can promise you that I have never gotten out of a dress and panties in my life. It only took me just over a minute to be lying down naked on the cold metal cart after he let go of me.

Over the next twenty minutes, the other five carts are filled with an assortment of multicultural women. after which chefs came out and covered every inch of our bodies with food. The chefs took extra care in covering our privates. My tits are covered with cheese, while my pussy is covered with berries with whip cream toppings.

After they finished decorating us with colorful food, They rolled us out into the main lobby where the party guests had already gathered. The party guest consisted of the who’s who of the area’s economic elite, some of which I have known my whole life. Some of which babysat me when I was a child, making being basically naked in front of them all the more awkward.

They dropped me off on the far right of the room, right next to the drink area. The drink area consisted of a fully staff bar, with two naked women on either side of it. Those two nude women had their chest press out, with their hands and legs bound behind their backs. One man actually went up and squeezed milk into his glass right from one of their tits, to my amazement.

That’s when I heard my brother’s voice say, “what’s she doing here?”

Before my father can answer, Mr. Robinson, a multiple barbershop owner, replies, “Didn’t you know your sister is a contracted woman!”

“Wait, really… I guess that’s why she tried defending all those sluts. Well, I certainly won’t be eating food off her.”

Mr. Robinson reaches down and scoops the berries off my pussy. “More for me than… Oh, look, I left some topping behind.” He bends over and licks the whipped cream directly from the folds of my pussy. To make matters worse, this tongue took a second unneeded trip back down my pussy before pulling up and saying “tasty.” with an off-putting smile. Before anyone could do anything, A waiter walks up to my brother and asks, “Excuse me, sir, but you ordered the twins. Would you like them served out here or in a private room?”

Mr. Robinson butts in again as he swats my brother’s back “come on, boy, choose out here with the rest of us.”

My brother scuffs as his eyes scan my body. “Unlike my sister, I don’t get off on having sex in front of other people.” before he turns to the waiter, “I will take them in a private room if that possible.”

The waiter bows, “Of course.” He taps twice on his electronic-pad. “You will have room number 2” Then the waiter turns to my father. “And you ordered the breeding,” My father silently knobs before the waiter continues. “Well, we have two options for you. We have an Asian and an African American that falls under that condition, both mid-thirties and both only have one child.”

“I’ll take the African American, and you can bring her out here.”

Once again, the wait bows “Right away” before tapping on his electronic-pad. In a matter of seconds, the same people who rolled me out rolled out a naked African American on the same type of cart that I was on. She certainly was not in as good physical shape as I was, but both her hips and tits were much bigger than mine, which did wonders to hide her slight untoned stomach. Much to my displeasure, I knew, just by what the waiter said, I was going to be **** to watch my father try to impregnate this woman. Most daughters would never have to experience that while I am **** to have the displeasure of witnessing it with three separate women, one of which was me!

The woman’s arms and legs are bound to the legs of the charts, so she couldn’t put up any resistance as my father exposed his cock while walking between her legs. My eyes scan that woman’s curvy body; she seems to be well experienced and well trained to this way of life because instead of fighting against the binding, she calmly laid there, allowing my father to slide closer to his target.

I noticed my father glance my way, so I quickly averted my eye; in my attempt to frantically find somewhere else to look, my eyes stopped in complete shock on her left hand. There was a lovely size diamond on her ring finger. In shock, I kept repeating, ‘THIS WOMAN IS MARRIED. WHERE IN THE HELL IS HER HUSBAND. IS SHE MARRIED TO THE MAN THAT CONTRACTED HER?’ My eyes darted around the room, looking for the man that could be her husband.

Before I could find anyone whose wife I didn’t know, my attention was sharply pulled by a man who just intentionally twisted my left nipple as he tried to retrieve a piece of cheese from my tit. I looked up at him as he gave me a grin that told me all too well that he did that on purpose, and he wasn’t even going to say ‘sorry.’ He quickly swallowed the cheese before walking towards the next female food platter.

By the time I look back to my father, his cock was wedged inside her pussy, and he had both of his hands on her tits while freely fucking her. He wasn’t the only was having sex in the main lobby. Just within sight, There are four businessmen and one businesswoman, all fucking people who are bond to carts, and that doesn’t include my brother, who went off to a private room.

My father was the last one finished, and by the time he was the only one left at the party where the staff. After he pulled his cock out of that woman, he turned to the staffer. “Please take care of her for me, but don’t worry about that one,” he motioned to me. “I’ll take care of her.” He walks over to me and slowly picks the remaining few pieces of cheese off my body as the staffer wheels the other woman into the back room.

“Ok.. let go now.” he quickly turns and walks toward the door, causing me to say, “Wait, what about my dress.” he laughed. “Your brother got very drunk and used it to wipe up some of his piss that spilled over. Don’t worry, it is warm outside, and the company will give you the cost of it.”