No… No… This couldn’t be… The bull was… my own father!
I raised my head up and my eyes met dad’s. He looked at me with a look of shock, combined with disgust.
“Cut! Cut! Cut!” Vince screamed.
“What did I tell you!” he said, getting up in my face. “I said you keep looking down unless she says or makes you do otherwise. You want this easy thousand bucks or not?”
I nodded and put my head back down as the scene re-winded to the door opening.
Shana re-entered with my father behind her.
“You, go over there and get undressed,” I heard her say as I kept my head down, looking at my feet on the floor.
I didn’t look at myself long because another set of feet with red nails and glittery purple heels entered the view, stopping in front of mine. I felt her hand under my chin as she pushed up my face into hers; a camera man right beside us.
“Well,” Shana said. “I see my little pathetic cuck is in the same place I left him. Have you been a good boy?”
“Yes mistress,” I said.
“As you can see,” she said with her irritating valley girl voice. “I brought back another stud for me to fuck while you get to watch. Do you understand?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Good. Now you stand right there, and I want you to watch what I do to him. Oh, I’m going to have so much fun doing things to him, I would never do with you, you pathetic fool.”
Oh great. Now I was being told not to look down but instead to watch my 60-year-old father bang this 20-something porn slut.
I looked up as Shana walked away and pulled the halter over her head, exposing her boobs in front of the camera and dad who was across the room, completely naked. She motioned for him to come over and stand against the wall which he did. He looked nervous — as he should have been. I know he needed some money like I did, but this was the last place I expected him to get it. Was this his first porn shoot?
Shana pushed him against the wall as she got closer, turned around to bend down and remove the mini skirt, shaking her ass at him. She then knelt down in front of him and took his big, fat penis into her hands.
“Look how big my stud’s cock is,” she said looking over my way as she stroked it. “Oh, don’t you wish that I would do this to you?”
“Yes mistress.”
He was starting to get hard as she verbally tortured me and then took it into her mouth.
Shana wasn’t my type at all, but she was a professional cocksucker as she got my uncomfortable father rock hard and bobbed up and down on his long shaft as one camera zoomed in on her and another on his face as he started to sigh and sweat.
I couldn’t believe my dad was doing this. He had always been — or seemed to be — such a moral, old-fashioned guy. Here he was now, in a sleazy porn shoot, getting blown with his son in the same room and his unsuspecting wife at home thinking they were both looking for legitimate jobs.
Shana pulled off to catch her breath and I could see that whatever dad’s uncomfortableness was with me being there, he was able to focus on what he had to do and was fully erect. He easily had a couple more inches on him than I did as his long penis shot straight out of his very hairy pubic bush.
Shana stood up and walked over to me, taking my hand, and leading me to the bed where she pushed me down on it and then got on top of me, riding the chastity cup with her shaven pussy.
Her plastic face was in mine — along with a camera as she tortured me.
“Oh, my little pathetic fool,” she said giggling. “How small you are. You’re so small and worthless, aren’t you?”
“Yes mistress.”
“I’ll bet you’d like me to take that chastity cup off you and start pleasing you like I just did my stud wouldn’t you?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Too bad!” she said sitting up and telling me to turn around with my head at the edge of the bed.
Bending her face back down over mine she said: “Now, I want you to stay right there and watch him fuck me, o.k.?”
“Yes mistress.”
“I want you to watch everything and catch any of our sweat and juices as we have hot sex. Do you understand.”
“Yes mistress.”
Shana moved up into position with her knees on the edge of the bed, my head in-between as she lowered herself. I was looking right up into the space between her legs but not for long.
Dad came into position, hard as a petrified tree and moaned as he slid his penis into her vagina.
I had no choice but to watch as he started to fuck her, slowly at first and then, after she told him to fuck her harder, he picked up his pace. My face was closed in by the two of them on top and the camera behind them. I felt the heat radiating off their bodies as he rammed himself in and out of her, slapping his low-hanging testicles against her.
I was told earlier to catch their juices and with the room already hot and their combined body heat rising, sweat from them fell onto my face as I was forced to inhale the sex right above my nose and listen to the loud sound of my dad’s hairy testicles — just a few inches above — slapping against her bare skin.
I was in a state of shock and disbelief. Unfortunately, I was also getting turned on as my own penis started to get painfully erect under the tight cup that wouldn’t let it stand up.
“Fuck me daddy, fuck me daddy,” she said as he obeyed. Oh, if she only knew.
“Change position,” I heard Vince say.
I watched dad’s moist penis pull out of Shana as their bodies separated.
“Down on the floor, on your knees,” Shana commanded me as I obeyed.