Bernie could feel the throbbing orgasm in his balls, waiting, ready to blow. He took hold of his shaft and his own touch was nearly enough to push him over the edge. The tip pushed at Hayley’s lips, she started at first and then her gasping mouth accepted the head, the touch of her hot pink lips and tongue instantly too much for him. He cried out and shook as the cum burst through his cock, spurting into her open mouth. Hayley choked and coughed on the spray, a wave of thick semen running over her lips and splashing on her tits. Bernie came even harder, jets of creamy fluid splashing his daughter’s neck and chest.
He staggered back, the room spinning with the sensory overload, dribbles of cum still falling from his knob. Hayley looked as though she had been painted from the mouth down in yellowish white, her tits practically dripping in goo.
Bernie saw a sudden movement in the room.
“Hey!” He cried, but it was too late. With a banshee wail, Pullman leapt in front of Hayley, jerking his cock wildly. The small dick began shooting long ropes of pearly cum, splashing her blindfolded face, bursts of semen hosing her forehead and hair. Bernie stared, horrified, as his daughter flinched blindly under the assault, more and more sperm flying out of the old penis onto her face, into her squealing mouth, onto her heaving breasts. Pullman looked as though he was being drained through his dick, his face drawn in an expression of complete ecstasy.
When the old guy stumbled away from her, Hayley was coated in cum, it was thick in her hair and dripping off her face and upper body. She was gasping for breath and coughing from the deluge.
“I’m sorry Bernard,” Pullman said, suddenly businesslike. “I couldn’t help myself.”
The old guy was pulling his trousers back on. Bernie felt like he should be angry, like he should attack. But the sight of his daughter so coated in sperm was so hot, he could feel his cock twitching already. He just couldn’t be angry.
“You’ll get everything you want, Bernie,” Pullman said, zipping up. “Everything and more. This is the most fun I’ve had in years.”
Without another word Pullman slipped out of the office. Bernie went over and knelt down next to Hayley, carefully pulling the headphones out of her ears and slipping off the soggy blindfold. Her blue eyes were a bit red and wet.
“Daddy? I mean, Mr Holloway?”
“Its okay, honey,” He said gently. “Are you alright?”
“I, I think so,” She said. “The special test wasn’t very nice.”
“If we have to do it again, it will feel better.”
“Oh. Okay. Will we have to?” She asked.
“Maybe, honey. Don’t worry about that now.”
“It sure was a lot of venom this time, Daddy.” She said, looking at herself.
“Yes, we’ll have to get you cleaned up a bit,” He mused. “You did a good job, Hayley.”
“Some of this venom tastes different.” She observed, licking her fingers.
“Yes, uh, well. You don’t have to eat it all, honey. Let’s just get you cleaned up.”
“Okay. Um, Daddy?”
“Yes Hayley?”
“Am I pregnant?”
***
Hayley went back to going to school the next day and Bernie was sad that he would have to wait until the next week before she’d be coming to work with him again. Still, he had a lot more to think about now that he was in charge of the Fountain account, now that a lot of Roy’s business had been given to him instead, and now that Corby & Dean knew that he was being headhunted by Lionel Pullman. Things were better than ever at work.
So it was a couple of days before Bernie began really missing Hayley and stroking himself under the desk, remembering the feel of her pussy and ass and mouth, the springy flesh of her tits. God, he thought, can I wait a whole week for that again? So when Freda told him that she would be doing some charity work at the church that evening he was all set to race home and pick up Hayley from school and fuck her as much as possible. Then he’d been called into Corby’s office for a special meeting and the whole plan had gone to hell. Hayley would have to walk home, and he’d be lucky if he got home before Freda at all.
He drove home grumbling, rain spattering on the windshield, his balls aching now after a whole day imagining hot sex that was now impossible. It was half-past seven already, surely Freda would have come back from church by now and the opportunity to dick Hayley in peace was gone. He turned into his street, muttering to himself, then came to a dead stop without turning into the driveway.
There was a police car in front of his house.
Oh God, he thought, they’ve got me. The car was dark, its lights off. He could see that there were lights on in his house, the drawn curtains preventing him from seeing inside. The rain had mostly stopped, now just the odd drop hitting the glass. He sat there, feeling a pain in his chest, shaking with rage and fear.
Caught! How have they got me? Has Hayley told someone? Did she tell Freda? Did someone see what happened at work and report me? Did someone see us in the alley, in the car, in the office? Did Pullman find out Hayley was my daughter? Oh my God, they’ve got me. I’m dead. Jail for sure. All the beautiful future destroyed. He couldn’t breathe.
Escape! He had to run! That was the only way to fix things. He had to give up this life as finished, had to just drive now and get away. How long could he evade justice? Just go now, just push the accelerator and take off, never to return.
He shrieked as there was a rap on the glass next to him. He looked up at the police officer standing there, seemingly huge in the gloom, their face in shadow. A big hand mimed him lowering the window. With shaking hand Bernie complied.