Due date

Due to my father’s high status, I basically had my own wing of the hospital when I gave birth. And anyone who came anywhere near me had to sign a strict NDA. One would think that that would make it all better, but it actually made things worse, as it meant he could call me whatever disgusting thing he could think of or do whatever perverted he wanted.

As we walked up to our private room, he was not holding my hand or pacing the floor like a regular nervous dad-to-be. Instead, he is fondling my tit as the nurses look nervously on, not sure what to do.

Almost the moment we get to the room, my father calls my brother. He puts the call on speaker, and the first thing my brother asks is, “So what does the slut look like?” With the NURSES in the room, my dad doesn’t hesitate to answer as the nurses listen.

The labor is long, and my dad was on the phone with my brother, telling him what was happening, while intentionally coming ever so close to using details that would give away my identity, but never crossing that line. As a result of my father being constantly on the phone with my brother, I could say much without giving away my identity because he said that if it was my fault, my brother learned who I was, I would not only be punished, but it wouldn’t avoid the contract.

By the end of it, I’m so exhausted that I almost don’t notice when they place the baby on my chest. Despite her being a product of a gross, disgusting act, I couldn't help but love her and think she is perfect as she looks up at me. When it was time for her first nursing, my Dad says, “Here, let me help”. I know it should be awkward to have your naked breast exposed to your father, but after having to have sex with him and being **** to allow him to father a child with me, having him gently rest my child on my nipple didn’t seem all that bad. Or at least it wouldn’t have been that bad if that’s all he did, but the moment he had finished set my girl on my nipple, he lowered his mouth to my free nipple. I feel his hot breath on my nipple before her licks it with his tongue, and I quickly try to pull away, groaning, “Wait… what are you doing?” He smiles up at me as he licks some milk from his lips. “I have always wanted to do this… and when it comes to you, I am going to do everything I have always wanted to do.” Before lowering his mouth back to my tit. I was **** to let him suck milk from my nipple; the only way I could get him off was to tell him I needed to save some for my daughter.