Let it go.

I have never had a cock do to me, or put me through what he is. I can feel my body craving to give up and give him everything, and if I did, I would likely never have left that man's bed. Think, 'How can he be so good at this?!?'

Much to my horror, my mouth must have unconsciously said at least a part of what I thought because my father asked, "How I can what, kiddo?"

By now, my hormones had taken away my ability to think clearly, so all I could do was scream the truth, "HOW ARE YOU THIS GOOD!?!"

Out of nowhere, he pulls his cock out of me and flips me over on his desk. Stopping just inches before my own orgasm that I had been holding back was let loose, leaving me buzzing like a bee. And my hormones **** me to admit, 'Boy, does he look good,' As his wisdom-filled face looked down at me. This is no surprise; I have always had a thing for the older sugar-daddy type of man, but what is a surprise was that my hormones had utterly broken down my resistance to the fact that he was my father. Tomorrow it might gross me out, but right here and right now, his skillful cock has broken down my walls and resistance to him. I felt my heart freeze as it waited for his next signal.

In his deep voice booming voice that stroked me almost as deep as his cock did, he said, "Kiddo, I won't lie to you; my skill comes from years of countless experiences. You don't think less of your old man?"

A few moments ago, my answer would have been something like, 'Oh, trust me, I can't think less of a man that wants to do something so disgusting as impregnate his own daughter,' But nothing of the sort hit my mind, in fact, the only thing that struck my mind was if my painted nails had left a mark in his desk so that the following women could see. So I answered, mindless, "No." in a deep moan as my body longed for the cock that made it feel so good.

I can feel his eyes reading my face for a moment before he rests his cock back down on my womanly slit. He then reached forward and entangled my finger with his before running them over the groves in his desk as if he wanted me to count each one of them. While his other hand guides his cock back in me as he asks, "Kiddo, are you sure it doesn't make you think less of me to know that I fucked countless women over this every desk."

I should say, 'YES, IT DOES, my father. I don't want to hear about your sex life, and I CERTAINLY DON'T WANT TO BE APART OF IT.' But my mind was blanked by lust as my body craved for the cock that was now slipping its way inside of me to start thrusting again, so all that came out was "no."

Much to my hormone delight, my body didn't have to wait long to feel his cock thrusting into my G-spot. "And, Kiddo, it doesn't make you think less of me that your daddy made a few of those women pregnant."

Of course, he made a few of them pregnant; after reading my father's contract, it seemed to be quiet on risky sex, the type of sex that, if given enough time, almost causes the woman to get pregnant. So, it shouldn't bother me as much as it does. I wanted to say more, but his cock made me feel so good that my hormones took over, forcing me to say "No." once again.

"You sure it doesn't change your opinion of me that at least one of your classmates was the result of one of those pregnancies?"

By now, it was apparent he was just trying to see how far he could push my boundaries, but due to my raging lust that he caused as long as he continued to touch my cervix in all the right way and he kept red lining me, I HAD NO BOUNDARIES.

"No!"

My father reaches up and pulls the top of my dress down, exposing my hard nipples. "Kiddo, you have some of the best tits I have ever seen."

It should gross me out that my own father thinks of my breasts like that, but it actually makes me feel good that someone as experienced as him thinks so highly of them, and I moan, "Thanks,"

"Kiddo, I have always had to put on a strong face as the owner of this company, but I have also always wanted to nurse off the tits of a woman impregnated. But none of the women I could trust doing that with stay with the company after I impregnated. Would you think any less of me if I nursed off you with our child?"

By now, my desire to cum has long overtaken me, and it is clear that he is not going to let me cum until this game is over. SO I NEED IT TO END NOW! So, I say the only thing I can think of is to make that happen. "Dad, as long as you keep doing this to me and let me cum when I want, that would change my opinion of you!"

He grins as his hands flundle my tits. "Kiddo, I think I can agree to that. Let's cum together, make it a big one, because mine will be!" his face twist as I feel what feels like a shotgun blast of cum inside of me, lighting off the biggest cum of my life.