No, just leave.

"No, sweetheart. Let's just get the hell out of here." You take Kelly by the hand and lead her out of the defiled office.

As you make your way out of the private corner offices and into the rows and rows of cubicles that make up the majority of the floor, you are acutely aware of the countless pairs of eyes boring into you from all of the underlings at their desks. You know it must be quite a sight, a man in sex stained slacks leading what appears to be a teenage prostitute through the building. The fact that your daughter has such a bounce in her step that she is practically skipping along beside you certainly isn't helping. You keep your eyes forward. "Let them judge," you think, " I don't even work here any more. And even if she is my daughter, Kelly is a hotter piece of ass than any of these cretins are likely to get." By the time you make it to the elevator, you are almost getting a sick sense of satisfaction from the waves of murmured gossip that follows in your wake.

As soon as the elevator doors shut, Kelly is all over you. She drapes her arms over your shoulders as though you were about to break out in a slow dance. "Did you hear the things they were saying about me? About us? They could all tell I was a slut! One look at me and they knew I was your little whore, Daddy!" She was positively giddy. "But they couldn't tell you were my real daddy. I wanted to tell them so bad, but I didn't think you would like that." She pouted. The juxtaposition between her baby girl pout and smeared hooker makeup was too sexy. "I got so wet thinking about what all the men staring at me would do to me if they were my daddys! See?" She takes your hand and presses it under her skirt. You do see. She is practically dripping. You can tell how the poor thong press against her pussy got so saturated in her scent to begin with. You start to caress her through the fabric when the elevator reaches ground level and the doors open.

"Finally! Come on, Daddy! Let's go so you can play with my pussy some more!" Kelly shouts, loud enough for everyone in the lobby of the building to hear. She thinks it's funny, but judging by the shocked expressions of the men and women in attendance, she's the only one. She drags you out of the elevator, passed the wide-eyed onlookers and out of the building. Any thoughts you were entertaining of returning in the future disappear. By the time you make it to your car, you are practically running to keep up with her as she laughs and goads you on. You missed this playful side of your daughter. The part of her that she had to put away as she grew up. You had dreams sometimes of laughing and playing with her the same way you had when she was a little girl. Granted, in those dreams she had never had a miniskirt on her hips or a load of semen in her ass, but still. It warmed your heart all the same.

Kelly doesn't even wait for you to get on the freeway before she tears down your fly an pulls your erect cock free. She wraps her slim fingers around it and gently starts to rub along it's length. You jerk the steering wheel and almost swerve out of your lane in surprise.

"Whoa, whats the rush there, little lady?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy. It's just that I've been dreaming of your dick for so long and I still haven't gotten to worship it like you deserve. Did you know that all through my conditioning week, your cock was the only one I thought about? They told me to focus on a man I really like and Daddy was the only one that came to mind." She rubbed her thumb over your penis head, spreading the precum that was gathering there. "Can you imagine that? For a week I had to think about this dick right here." She gives it a playful shake. "I pictured rubbing it and sucking it and pleasuring it with every part of my body. And when I would get home after a day of conditioning and we ate dinner, I would be sitting right across from this perfect cock and I couldn't do a thing about it. It was ****! Even after all of the fake daddys broke me in, it was still all I wanted. But now I am free. And my mouth is free...and your dick is free...so..." She lowers her head toward your lap, engulfing your member with her red lipstick covered mouth. The feeling is so intense you are surprised you don't blow your load her mouth right then and there.

She eases herself down onto it until your full length is running down her throat. Her tongue caresses your shaft sending your nerves on end. You know she has had experience with this, that this throat has tasted more than it's share of dick. But right now you are actually grateful for every man that has been here before you, that has blazed this trail and turned your daughter's mouth into such an amazing receptacle for your penis. Your daughter begins bobbing up and down, thoroughly coating your cock in her saliva. There's more to her fellatio than mechanical skill. There is longing. You can tell that there is nothing Kelly wants more at this moment than to please you. She has no shame, no consideration to anyone that could see her face planted in your crotch as you cruise along at 75 mph. All she has is a burning need to satisfy the sexual desires of her own father. Nora had given you blowjobs in the past, but those were typically treated as a burden on her part. They were something done reluctantly to placate you in place of actual intercourse. They were nothing like the treatment your daughter was lavishing on your dick right now.

"Oh my god," you gasped. "Nora." You had forgotten about your wife in all of the excitement of the day. "What's your mother going to think when she sees you like this? And when she finds out that I've lost my job? There's no way I can make this alright." You break out in a cold sweet. Your dick softens slightly but not as much as you would expect.

Kelly pulled her mouth off your dick and rolled over in your lap to look up at you. Saliva was running down her chin and her lipstick was more ruined than ever. "Oh yeah, Mommy will be so surprised at the new me! I bet she'll love it! I can be her slut, too." She looks delighted at the thought. It's clear that she is too far gone to understand the problem. "I can spend all day with Mommy pussy in my face and Daddy dick in my butt!" She giggles fitfully before returning back to running the tip of her tongue in circles around your dick head.

It is an appealing thought, but unfortunately your wife's brains aren't as scrambled as your lovely daughters. At best, suggesting such a setup would cause her to call up a divorce lawyer. At worst, she would call the police. Hell, even without bringing up the idea of an incestuous threesome, there is no way your marriage will survive the introduction of your newly forged slut-daughter. The only option would be to keep her out of sight until you can find a real solution.

"I'm sorry, baby," you break it to her gently, "but I don't think mommy would like that very much. She doesn't like sex as much as you. I think for now we'll go on a little secret vacation until I can find just the right way to surprise mommy. How does that sound?"

"Okaaay...that could be fun." She stopped licking. "But what if we made Mommy into a slut, too? I didn't like sex before I was a slut but now I am a slut and I like sex more than anything! Then you could have a slut-daughter and a slut-wife and you would have twice as many holes to stick your dick in!" The thought alone makes your cock throb.

"That would be nice...but there is no way she would go for it."

"You would have said the same thing about me but look at me now." She pops her lips around the head of your dick like a lollipop. "All you need to do is know the secrets. I still remember some of them from my training. If we use the secrets on Mommy we can make her as big of a slut as me!" She stops talking and falls back into her trance, orally worshiping your dick.

You weigh out your options. You love you wife as she is...but now that you have had a taste of an obedient slut you can't admit that you want more. But can you really trust the half remembered "secrets" of your mentally regressed slut-daughter? As you approach the exit for home, you make up your mind.