Bridget pulled her top over her head, revealing a bra that matched her panties. I had to fight back a moan as I tried not to ogle the swell of her breasts. Why was she doing this? I wondered. I understood the humiliation she wanted to inflict on me, but why did she want to be half-naked in front of her friend's dad?

She dropped her top before me, then strolled over to a small but sturdy wooden table beneath the window. When I started to climb to my feet, she pointed a finger at me, and I froze.

"Stay on your knees," she commanded. "Be a good boy and crawl to me."

Again, my dick twitched in response to the humiliating words. As I shamefully made my way toward Bridget, she leaned against the table. By now, the washing machine had fallen silent, and in the quiet, I could hear my rapid breathing. I was sure Bridget could, too.

I reached her feet, my head bowed.

"Did you enjoy the taste of my pussy on those panties, Bill?"

I felt there was no right answer to the question she asked. Whatever I said would get me in deeper trouble.

But not replying was out of the question, for she wove her fingers through my hair and roughly pulled my head back so I was forced to meet her stare.

"Answer me." Bridget's voice was sharp.

"Ah, y-yes, Bridget. You taste..." Closing my eyes, I drew in a shaky breath. "You taste so good."

Satisfied, she released her grip on my hair. "I'm glad you think so, because you're going to eat my pussy until I come. Do you understand?"

My moan was high-pitched, more like a sigh. Unable to resist, I fixed my gaze on her panties. "I understand. I'll do whatever you want."

"Go on then, get to work."

When I glanced at her face, I discerned just how pleased she was to have me in this position.

My knees ached in protest from the hard floor as I extended trembling hands and gently pulled down Bridget's panties. The sight of her smooth pussy, with the fleshy inner labia peeking from her outer folds, made me release yet another groan.

Bridget laughed at my abject state. With slender fingers, she spread her pussy lips to reveal her slick inner treasure. 

"Do your best," she said, "because if you don't satisfy me, I'll have to tell Olivia about all the filthy things you've been up to."

I should have been furious at her taunts and threats. Instead, I struggled to resist stroking then and there. It was weird to be so sexually excited while at Bridget's mercy. I wondered if I had a secret humiliation kink. 

Shuffling closer on my knees, I extended my tongue and got my first real taste of her cunt. She was already plenty lubricated, evidently finding excitement in this game as well.

"You can do better than that," she chided.

I kissed her pussy the way I longed to kiss her mouth. The way I knew she'd never let me. Her tang coated my tongue; her scent invaded my nostrils. My eyes drifted closed as I began devouring her. Spit leaked from my lips to mingle with her juice on my chin. 

"That's an improvement." Again, Bridget grabbed my hair. I let out a surprised grunt when she pressed my face firmly between her thighs.

"Show my clit some love, Bill." Her words came out breathy.

I circled her bud with my lips, then lashed it with my tongue.

"Ooh, fuck yeah! Keep that up, you dirty pervert!" Her grasp on my hair tightened, and I discovered I enjoyed the pain.

I sucked and licked, lost in the bliss of pleasuring her. Without thinking, I allowed my hand to stray to my cock. I moaned against Bridget's cunt while stroking myself.

I had little time to jerk off, however. With startling force, Bridget shoved me away. As soon as I'd righted myself on my knees, she delivered a slap to my face.

"This isn't about you!" she hissed. "You are here to serve me. You got that?"

"Yes, I'm so sorry," I stuttered. "That was wrong of me."

"Even now, you can't control yourself!" Her eyes darkened, and her lips twisted into something like a snarl as she regarded me. "You're pathetic."

"Please," I begged. "Please let me try again, Bridget."

Seconds passed, filled with heavy silence. Finally, she snapped her fingers.

"Strip naked, and then lie down on your back."

Grateful for a second chance, I scrambled to my feet and rushed to take off my clothes. All the while, my dick strained out from me. I felt Bridget's stare on my erection. 

At almost fifty, I had a typical dad bod. Now, under her scrutiny, I curved my shoulders inward in a futile attempt to hide myself. My cock, at five and a half inches long, certainly wouldn't impress my daughter's friend.

Awkwardly, I lowered myself back down onto the floor. Once I was stretched out in front of Bridget, she sank to her knees at my side. I gasped at the feel of her nails traveling along the underside of my dick. 

"I think you love feeling helpless," she said. 

Then she gracefully straddled my face. I stared up at her wet pussy, just inches above my mouth.

Bridget settled upon me. In an instant, I was robbed of sight. Her thighs clamped around my head, depriving me of hearing as well. My breath, bottled up in my lungs, ached for release.

Now, I truly was helpless. I was smothered by Bridget's pussy, pinned down by her weight. 

And God help me, I'd never been so aroused in my life.

She began riding my face, her hips moving back and forth and all around. My skin was wet from her ample juices. Faintly, I heard her lust-filled moans. 

When she finally lifted her body so I could breathe, I greedily drew in fresh air. By now, I was panting, yet that didn't stop me from extending my tongue. Bridget lowered herself again, and I managed to glide my tongue along the length of her cunt. She actually squealed from the feel of me stimulating her clit.

"Ooh, right there!"

In the coming days, my tongue would ache every time I moved it, every time I spoke. I pulled its muscles in my frantic attempt to please Bridget. Not once did I dare slacken my pace, for I knew she'd keep my secret only if I brought her to orgasm.

"Such a bad boy!" Bridget held herself rigid, no longer moving. Her stillness enabled me to home in on her swollen pearl. "Don't stop! Mmm, I'm almost there!"

I was sweating from my effort, my jaw stiff and my tongue already sore. I licked Bridget with a speed many women would have found too intense. But maybe she craved a little punishment, too.

She tried to cry out, but it was as if the sound caught in her chest. As she surrendered to the orgasm, her body sank upon me again. I relaxed into the quiet darkness, trusting she'd allow me to breathe when it was time.

With my face buried in her pussy, I felt each of her twitches and spasms. At one point, she started grinding against me, as if to prolong her rapture. My triumph translated into a fierce arousal; my dick was still painfully hard. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if I'd shoot my load from performing this act.

Bridget lacked all her former grace when she finally slid off of me. I stayed on my back, my chest quickly rising and falling. 

Sitting at my side, Bridget smiled at whatever she saw in my expression. Her gaze traveled from my eyes to my mouth, which was open and gasping like a fish out of water. Then she regarded my neglected cock.

"You're still so hard," she commented. "I bet that hurts by now."

"It's not exactly comfortable," I admitted.

"Since you did such a good job..." Bridget wrapped her fingers around my dick and gave it a squeeze. The sensation made me grunt. "I'll grant you some relief."

Her touch wasn't at all gentle as she stroked me. I whimpered when her hand constricted around my sensitive tip. Yet I panted out, "Thank you, Bridget. Thank you so much!"

Lifting my head, I watched her roughly jerk me off. Her scent continued to invade my nostrils and mouth. She seemed focused only on my dick, eagerly awaiting the climax soon to come.

"I'm close!" I sounded like a man in agony. The way she pumped away at my cock had me shuddering. My stare settled on her tits, perfectly cupped in that bra. What I wouldn't give for a glimpse of them!

"You're a dirty old man, aren't you?" She'd obviously caught me looking.

"Yes," I confessed. "I'm so bad! I'm a disgusting pervert, and I need you to punish me!"

Speaking those words only heightened my excitement. I strained and twitched, my need to orgasm almost unbearable. I realized I was holding back to lengthen my torment. 

Fuck, I loved every second of this!

When I reached my release, my cum spurted up in the air like a fountain stream. Then it rained down on my skin, and on Bridget as well. 

"What a mess!" she cried, but her grin was one of elation. 

I kept groaning while in her grip. More semen dribbled from my cock to coat her hand. She continued stroking me, her pace never slowing.

"Please, I can't!" I finally croaked.

She was reluctant to release me. Her fingers toyed with my sac, and I whimpered when she gave its hair a tug. 

Then she lifted her cum-covered hand to my lips. "Lick me clean."

This was something I'd never done. The idea of tasting myself made me squeamish.

When I hesitated, Bridget arched an eyebrow. "You will do as I say, Bill."

Defeated, I stuck out my tongue and swirled it over her skin. I tasted bitterness and salt; I couldn't hide a grimace.

My revulsion prompted Bridget to laugh. Once I'd finished the task, she gave my cheek a playful pat. "You'll get used to it," she said. "Every time you come in my presence, you'll clean up the mess."

My mind reeled from her words, for they led me to believe we'd be doing something like this again. The idea was so surreal to me that I didn't at all resist as Bridget fed me more semen, which she scooped up from my belly. Obediently, I licked and sucked her fingers. Though I still didn't care for the taste of cum, I found I loved doing her bidding. Being so submissive made my dick stir in an attempt to harden again.

Minutes later, Bridget stood. I didn't dare move until she gave me permission.

Placing her bare foot on my chest, she offered an uncharacteristically sweet smile. "I'll keep your secret," she said. "Olivia won't know about any of this. And you, Bill? You're gong to keep doing my laundry, and preparing scrumptious dinners. You'll tidy up after me so I have more time to write. Is that clear?"

The thought of serving her, of remaining at her mercy, sent another jolt of arousal to my groin. "Absolutely, Bridget." To emphasize my words, I gently lifted her foot and brought the sole to my lips. 

The gesture pleased her, for her smile widened. "I'll make a good boy out of you yet," she promised.