I was in line at the bottom of the stairs. It was our annual Christmas party at our boss’s house and he said he paid for some special entertainment this year. The only catch was that each man could only visit his bedroom once. That was the only rule, but been since I showed up 2 hours late. I was last in line.

I listened as happy men who had their turn passed by me on the stairs and gave the thumbs up to the next. Some couldn’t even contain the excitement in their voices, “Don’t worry she’ll leave you satisfied.” or “She’ll have you smiling for days.”

I was nervous and excited at the same time, but I still had to wait my turn. I looked at the watch on my wrist for the millionth time, wondering how much longer I would have to wait. As I did this, my friend, and boss, Jim came down the stairs. He smiled when he saw me.

“Oh, she’s worth the wait. Trust me.”

Jim was a nice man and a good friend, but I couldn’t help but wonder how he could tell me this without giving something away about the mystery woman. My mind wandered to the possibilities. Who was she? Someone from work? Maybe a friend of his wife? Did his wife know about this?

My mind was so lost in thought, that I didn’t even realize I was standing alone at the top of the stairs. My heart was pounding in my chest and my palms were sweating. I looked at the closed door and wondered what was waiting for me behind it.

The door opened and Bill from accounting walked out, closing it behind him. His hair was messy and his face was still flushed. He smiled at me.

“Man, you’re in for a treat,” he said as he passed me on the stairs. “You won’t be sorry you’re last.”

My eyes went to the door, then back down the stairs to the bottom where all my coworkers were gathered. They were talking, laughing, and enjoying the party. They had all had their turn inside. Now it was my turn.

I walked over to the door and took a deep breath. Then, slowly, I turned the handle and entered.

The lights were dim and the curtains were closed. As my eyes adjusted to the lighting, I could see a large bed and a naked girl tied down from each bedpost. She was lying on her back with her arms above her head and her legs spread open.

There was cum everywhere. It was dripping from her stomach, her thighs, and out of her pussy. Her whole body was covered in it. It was like she had been a cum dumpster for all of the men at my office.

Her legs were thin and her mound was cleanly shaved. She had small tits that were also covered in cum. She was breathing hard and I could see her chest rising and falling. I wondered how many men had fucked her tonight.

“Are you the last?” she whispered, her voice hoarse and tired.

“I guess I am,” I said, stepping further into the room.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” she said, a little impatiently. “Get naked and fuck me. We’re not done until you cum.”

I didn’t waste any time and stripped out of my clothes. As I walked toward the bed, the details of her body became more clear. Her thighs were sticky and glazed. Her pussy was swollen and wet, still flowing with cum. Her stomach had a pool of cum in her belly button. Her small breasts continued to heave with her breathing, cum running off her nipples.

When I stood at the foot of the bed, I could see her face better. Her eyes were wide with shock and fear. Her mouth was moving like she was trying to say something, but no sound was coming out.

It was then that I realized it was my own daughter who was tied to the bed. Her face was wet with tears and cum. I looked down at her naked body, shocked by the realization that it was her. She was coated from head to toe with cum from the people that I worked with every day.

“Dad!” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Oh my god! Dad!”

“How ... But you ... Why?” I stammered.

“I’m sorry!” she whispered, tears forming in her eyes. “I was doing this to get money for college! I didn’t know you would be here.”