This choice: You are looking at your dad and a blond woman (gift for dad's girlfriend) • Go Back... Your eye lids close. You had no control over it, they, it, whatever you have closed and in a second the darkness faded into a grayish fuzzy world. What the hell? You think to yourself. I was just…wow, I’m out of the pocket at least. You hope to move, maybe this is just…no you tried to move but nothing happened. That hope that you had for just a moment was instantly crushed. At least you think you can see, but whatever you are looking at is kind of…distorted for lack of a better word.
You take some comfort in the fact that you are at rest and not being manhandled and abused. That has to count for something though not much. You try and focus on the colors beyond this grayish, thing, kind of reminds you of a tarp or a tent but it is just draped all over you. Try as you might you can’t make out what is beyond. Maybe I need glasses you joke to yourself but there is no laughter in you.
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom…all thoughts and joke stop in your mind. Your vision is stuck straight ahead but you try anyway to turn your eyes to the side. A brown thing falls in front of you as if it cam from behind and stepped over you. “HERE IT IS?” a loud voice bellows far above you. A moment later the tarp thing is lifted off of you and you see that you are face to face with what looks like a brown leather shoe. Then “WAAAAAAAAH…” you are snatched up and you scream as you shoot upward, upside-down. You get a bird’s eye view of the tile floor and the pants legs and shoes of whoever this is.
“Common Bridget, I want to give you something.” That voice is not so loud but it is much closer but you still can’t turn to see who it is or if you even know them. Something however does seem familiar…despite the hanging upside-down and praying you don’t drop and die. You are flipped upside down and then rolled over in mid air. You see a person and a bed and small desk and chair, kind of like a hotel room…you can now see a blond woman in a tight hot pink top and really short shorts coming towards you. Bridget? You recognizer her as your dad’s secretary, she was hot as hell but kind of…an air head…wait, a question resurfaces in your mind, who is holding me?
“Steve,” Bridget says, “put that down.” She smiles and blows a kiss over you head. Dad, I’m with Dad. You’re now almost being shoved into her shirt and her massive cleavage. There are sucking sounds above you and then in the corner of your eyes you se REC in red appear.
“Okay, Babe lets see what you got.” Your dad’s voice says above you and you feel yourself being raised up higher. Music is now playing somewhere. What the…
You watch helpless as your dad’s 20 something secretary and sometimes girlfriend steps back and smiles like she can’t believe what your dad is asking.
“Come on, no one will see this but us.”
It doesn’t take much but she relents and starts slowly dancing. It takes you a moment to realize what is going on. You are recording Bridget do some kind of…she pulls up her tight pink shirt and it comes over her head letting her massive chest free but for the bra that looks like it might pop at any moment. Despite it all you become aroused or…think you are.
This continues for several minutes and you surprisingly can tell because there is a small time index blow the REC to the side of your vision. This wasn’t so bad. You could kind of forget that this was your dad’s girlfriend and he was holding you. Your teenaged brain started to focus more and more on the woman who had pulled out a chair started to peal off her shorts and wiggle her bubble butt in the air.
“HMM, yah…” you hear behind you and you start shaking. Why isn’t he holding you steady? “Keep it up don’t stop”,
You can’t focus anymore as things start going up and down and side to side.
“Come here and I’ll do it for you…” Bridget says.
You are still up in the air but then you are steadied again. You look down the top of Bridget’s blond head as she gets lower and then you tip forward to see…OMG a huge dick and she is cupping it in her hands and starts to…
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