Not Good

“Wait wait!” You exclaim, pushing Claire back, leaving your cock twitching in the air as she looks up at you. “I...that is a hell of a thing to just drop on me!”

Claire looks up at you for a long moment before standing up and stepping in close to you, her mouth now close to yours as you feel her hand on your cock, stroking you even as she talks.

“I know it’s a lot to drop on you,” she purrs in your ear. “But I already told you I ain’t gonna expect anything from you.”

“Stop,” you begin to say. Even as your cock twitches in her hand, part of you just wanting to forget about it all, scared that she might stop letting you fuck her.

“Ok,” your heart sinks slightly as you feel her hand leave your cock. “You clearly have something to get off your chest.”

“I just...you are going to use a kid as a bargaining chip to get money out of the Pastor?” The words come tumbling out of your mouth without ever seeming to pass through your mind, all your unspoken worries pouring forth. “I mean what if he refuses to pay up? He might know he is shooting blanks! Even if he does pay up, will you really be ok with looking at your kid and thinking that the only reason they exist is so you could milk some cash from some rich asshole!?”

Claire looks at you for a long moment, seeming to study you, before finally replying.

“Seems like it is really bothering you,” she points out. “So where was this concern before?”

“I…” You begin to reply but stop yourself, you can’t admit the truth and unfortunately for you, Claire is more than happy to state it.

“Of course back then you could always tell yourself that the kid wasn’t yours. After all, I had been slutting it up with him for far longer, right?” Claire didn’t seem to be taking any pleasure from her words as she looks at you. “‘Course, now that you know it is yours you have a problem with the plan.”

You don’t reply, you don’t know what you could say to deny the truth.

“I need to get back to work,” Claire says, glancing at her watch and heading for the door. “See yourself out.”

With those cold final words, she leaves you to stuff your now soft cock back into your clothes. As much as your head is spinning you still need to get back to work. You hope to avoid Angela at the very least for the rest of the day. You don’t need any more reminders of your moral failings.