Tell them that 'I can't.'

My mouth moves on its own as the heat between my legs builds. "I ... I ... I," I scream, "CAN'T," as the biggest orgasm of my life overtakes my body. Not only was it the largest, but it was also the longest-lasting, as my body shook in front of Uncle Tony and Father.

Uncle Tony's coarse, aggressive voice snaps across the room. "For fuck shit, she just came! I think it's time we punish this stupid whore for disobeying directions." I look up from my orgasm to see that, despite the tone of his voice, Uncle Tony looked almost pleased as he stroked his hard cock just a few inches in front of my face.

To my glee, my father quickly answered him in his calm voice, "Not so fast. It's not her fault she didn't follow directions;” Even at the peak of my orgasm, I was amazed that despite everything he has done to me, he could still remain so composed, as he continued, “she said she couldn't, which means she lacked the tools or the skills to accomplish the job. When an employee lacks skills or trolls, it is the employer's fault for not training her, not the employee."

Uncle Tony’s hand stops mid-jerk and angrily grumbles, "You are only protecting her because she is your daughter."

My father stopped thrusting, leaving his cock midway inside of me, and his hands come to rest on my dress on the square of my back. "You know, dam well, I am only treating her like any other employee. But if you want to talk about favoritism, I know of a few employees you hired who are failing to live up to expectations."

My glassy eyes lock on Uncle Tony, who looks completely pissed about what my father had said; it is clear to see he was looking to see my punishment, whatever it was, as he quickly zips up his pants and stomps out of my father's office before shouting "Fine have fun with your pet project, but she better be ready for me because unlike you I won't hold back on her." Before slamming the door to my father's office shut, leaving me awkwardly alone with my father, who is still lodged inside my sensitive pussy.

The man I once considered my father slowly leans in and whispers sensually to me. "Kiddo, don't you worry about him; I promise, as long as you keep up the good work, he won't affect your performance review." He then tenderly kisses me on the neck, just like he used to kiss me on the forehead when I was little, which sends my mind into a spiraling descent of conflictiveness between the memories of the my prefect past with him and the intense feeling his cock is giving me now before he starts to skillfully thrust his large, meaty member back into my womanly hole again. "But he is right; we have to work on you being able to control yourself. It’s ok for it to feel good, but you shouldn't cum until you're told to." His cock head gently pressed against my G-spot. He was not overly aggressive, but it was just right, as if he knew the exact amount of pressure to give me the most pleasure, causing me to moan. "Oh ah... re," as he continued to talk, "Just tell me when you're close, and I'll walk you through what to do."

Close... Close... What the fuck. I never stopped orgasming. So, I screamed, "Dad... I'm close!"

He runs his warm hands through my hair the same way he did when I was a child, whispering, "Just let it build. I want you to feel good, just not cum, not yet!"

My mouth moved on its own as it moaned, "AH, ah, I can't resist."

He groans confidently. "Bite your lips; it will help." He reaches under me and places his hand on my stomach and presses right above my womb as he finishes saying, "I want your orgasm to be bigger to help guide my old seed to where it will do work."

I bite down on my lip as hard as I could, but didn't really help, but feeling my father's finger foundling my stomach right above my womb as he talked about putting his seed inside there grossed me out enough to stop me from orgasming on the stop as my father continued to speak, "That it, kiddo, let it build, but don't let it overflow!"

It was like a battle inside my body, with his amazingly skillful dick trying to make me cum, while on the side of trying to stop me from cumming was his hand telling me what he was trying to do to me, and his voice reminding me that it was my father driving me to cum and the one pump a child in me.

The battle rages inside of me as his cock did everything I wish everyone that came before him would have done, and something I never knew was possible.