Post sex realization

I could feel the ‘cock that made me’ pulsing inside of me, again and again, and again, as it tried to make a child inside of me. My orgasm got more intense with each pulse.

My body convulsed in waves of pure, enjoyable ecstasy with each unstoppable throb of his ever so manly cock. I had never felt anything so deeply wrong but yet so intensely pleasurable. I can feel my hands clenching at the desk with each wave of pleasure he warm cum was giving me

It just pulsing and spewing cum inside of me, and when I thought I couldn’t fit any more, he somehow made more room for his next round of cum by pressing his cock even deeper inside of me.

I mistakenly looked in his eyes as I watched his body stiffen as he sent a rope of cum inside of me. The sight of my father’s face staring at me caused me to uncontrollably gasp, "Daddy." I know those words only made things more uncomfortable for me, but they escaped my lips before I could stop them. The pressure against my cervix was almost unbearable—a delicious pain that made my toes curl inside my heels.

He whispered, “Shh, don’t say anything, just feel it,” as his body jerked as it sent another wad of his warm seed deep inside of me.

Despite him being old, he sure did have a lot of cum. It felt like a fucking firehose going off inside of me. I didn’t let everyone man I dated nut inside of me, I normally reserve letting a man nut inside of me for someone who got me something extra special. But I was good at convincing those who could afford it that it was worth it, so this certainly wasn’t the first time my pussy tasted cum, but this was completely different. In this man’s experience, he must have done something to increase the volume of his cum, because I have never felt this much cum before. I could feel the heat of it filling every inch of me. But there was something more behind it; every time before this pregnancy was the last thing either of us wanted. But this time it was something that at least one of us really wanted, making it feel SO MUCH MORE IRRESPONSIBLE, while also feeling oddly more mature.

After what felt like forever, finally, the disgustingly enjoyable pulsing stopped.

After which, he just stayed there, hovering over my quivering body. Even in my lust, I know what he was doing: he was trapping his cum inside of me so it didn’t drip on his designer carpet, but more importantly, he was trapping it inside of me so it could do its work. As if it needed any more time, considering how much he came inside of me.

We silently stayed there for three minutes, before he pulled up his pants, and quietly zipped up his pants and fixed his suit, before calmly strolling towards the door as if he didn’t just do something so unspeakable like attempting to impregnate his own daughter. At the door, he turned as said, “Oh, before I forget, don’t mistake me seeming distant right now for me not being happy, because I am more happy and excited than I have been in a long time but when it comes to this type of stuff, we have a strict rule to enjoy, but not to linger after finishing. So please clean yourself up and see yourself to your new desk. It’s right outside my door with your name on it. I have a meeting in an hour.”

In the now strikingly silent room, I lay there, sprawled across my father’s desk with my legs dangling freely towards the floor, remembering how many times I sat on the same floor and looked up at the very same ceiling as a child.

Only when my ear picked up on the ticking of the clock did I realize that I had been mindlessly staring at the ceiling, remembering the past for some time, as the evidence of what just happened had been dripping out of me. And now I don’t have much time to erase all evidence of what happened in the room before my father’s next meeting. So I quickly rolled off the desk, causing my weak knees to stumble, fixed my dress, and started cleaning our juices off the desk, the very same desk I wondered what my dad did to deserve, as I sat in a chair against the wall as a teenager.

As I clean up a particularly large chunk of my father cum off the desk, I couldn’t stop my mind from running off and sprinting through a list of my classmates that could be my half-siblings. Half the names of my childhood friends, the girls who went to birthday parties in our backyard or swam in the pool during summer, could just as easily be my half-sisters. Or it could be a boy from my class, maybe someone I dated… Yik. But try as I might, I couldn’t quite remember one that looked oddly close to me.

As I finish wiping down his desk of the evidence of our sex, I notice a set of grooves with fresh nail polish in them, nail polish that matches mine. I felt an odd twinge inside of me when I realized the next woman my dad fuck on his desk would touch my grooves just like I touch the grooves made by the woman before me.

Walking out to my new desk, I saw my name plaque already in place: "Ms. {LastName}, Personal assistant." Fuck just a personal assistant, not even an Executive one… The irony wasn't lost on me. From spoiled daughter to potential mother of my father's child in less than a week. In that moment, I suddenly felt like all the office’s eyes were on me. When I glanced over to the other assistants, I noticed them whispering back and forth as they pointed towards me.

Feeling like they all could see his cum still inside me, Shame suddenly overtook me, and I sank into my new chair.

The phone rang. My first official call as my father's assistant.

"Mr. {LastName}'s office," I answered, doing my best to make my weak, quivering voice sound professional, which was made harder as I felt some of his cum pulling in my dress.

"Is he available?" It was Uncle Tony.