“No it’s not…” defended Charles meekly. Bridget frowned now. Her hormones were raging, and she was sure his were too. She’d been without relief in such a long time her patience was dangerously thin. “I don’t know what you want me to do…” Charles tried to steer the awkward situation to something else.
Bridget, at this point, snapped. “No! You little shit!!” Charles gave a confused look. He looked at Bridget and was shocked to see her angry for the first time in their friendship. “What?” he questioned.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!!” Charles couldn’t believe his ears, he’d never heard Bridget swear or yell, and now she was doing both; at him!
“W-what’s wrong?” He began feeling depressed.
“Oh shut the fuck up you little fucking shit!” Bridget barked again.
“what’s gotten into you??”
“What? you think you can just do whatever you want??”
“No I never said-” Charles said.
“Yeah you do, you little fucking shit!! Hearing you complain about, ‘oh poor me, I was bullied at my last school cause i have learning disabilities, boohoo’,” she mocked his voice, “SHUT THE FUCK UP!!” Charles felt very upset as to what was happening and began crying. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!!?!” screamed Bridget. Charles was crying to himself and felt afraid to respond at all, having never seen her like this. He tried as quickly as he could to stop crying but the tears wouldn’t stop. He looked up and saw a frightening look on Bridget’s face. She had this most evil smirk on her face. Charles tried to pull his wrists free but couldn’t. Bridget quickly showed Charles more of her strength when she slapped him “GET ON MY BED NOW!” she yelled. Charles quickly got up and scurried over to her bed in fear of making her more angry. Bridget pushed Charles on the bed and straddled Charles’s waist and sat there on top of him, pinning him on her bed. Charles was now clearly terrified of what was about to happen. He’d never had a girlfriend and didn’t think girls acted like this on a normal basis. He struggled with all his might to get free, but Bridget had him snugly between her thick womanly thighs.
Watching Charles struggle was turning Bridget on immensely and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to control herself if he kept it up. Charles eventually stopped moving and submitted to the feeling of Bridget’s warm thighs pinning him down. “Good boy” Bridget said.
“Uuuuugggghhhhhh!!” grunted Bridget; her excitement was getting the better of her. “OH GOD!!” She just had to rearrange herself. Charles watched as Bridget’s hand went to her short skirt. From his angle it almost looked like she was readjusting herself, but that’s not right… She lifted slightly and then sighed. When she sat back down that’s when Charles noticed something odd on his chest, I must be imagining things… he thought to himself. He looked up to Bridget and she was smirking. A look of horror fell on Charles’s face. This isn’t right… Bridget kept her gaze down at Charles and then slowly grabbed the bottom of her short skirt. Being the horny teenager that he was, Charles watched Bridget’s hands as they slowly pulled her skirt up looking on terrified.
Nervously he peered under Bridget’s skirt until her pink panties were revealed. Charles was left speechless as he saw a pair of balls and a cock-head peeking out the top of her panties. Bridget quickly put her hand over his mouth and grinned hugely, “Quiet now Charlie! I haven’t had a boyfriend in such a long time!” she said too calmly.
Charles made whimpering noises and squirmed as best he could but he couldn’t manage anything. Bridget kept talking to him calmly about what she was going to do to him, “you’re such a pathetic boy, being used by a girl like me…” she started rocking back and forth on his chest and she moaned quietly, “mmmmmm!” she hummed, “that feels so nice!” Charles let out a faint moan into her hand. “someones enjoying themselves”
Eventually Bridget got bored and held him down while she got her toys. Her nightstand wasn’t too far and she got some handcuffs. In moments Charles’s ankles and wrists were cuffed, now even if he wanted to, he couldn’t leave. Now in complete control Bridget got off him and watched as he struggled on her king-sized bed. He wiggled about trying to get free, still scared. “Oh shut up,” she said and went through her nightstand again. She pulled out a ball gag, in the shape of a penis of course, and wrapped it around Charles’s head securing it tightly. “Ah! Much better!” Charles began biting on the gag, but now it was absolutely hopeless, no one could hear him now, well except for Bridget.
Admiring her little trap, Bridget undressed her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Now just in her panties and t-shirt, Bridget climbed back on the bed, “mmm, I’m going to have so much fun with you!” she said cheerfully, “you have no idea!” Charles looked up to her pleadingly. “Ha! Your thick puppy eyes aren’t going to sway me! Like I said, I haven’t had a ‘boyfriend’ *Bridget putting air quotations* in a long time! Plus, you’re fresh meat!” With her little spiel over, Bridget began sliding her panties down her long smooth legs. She threw them onto Charles’s face and laughed sadistically as he tried to struggle away from them.
Now naked below the waist Bridget grabbed her cock. At eight and a half inches long, it was actually slightly bigger than Charles seven. And was a bit thinner too, not by much. “Look at that,” she smiled, “She’s happy!” Charles stared at it mesmerized and nodded. Bridget slowly slid her hand up and down her cock and moaned quietly, “God, it’s been so long!” She played with her cock for a few more moments before shedding her t-shirt. Sure enough she wasn’t wearing a bra. Charles couldn’t help himself as he tried pulling his hands towards Bridget and took in Bridget’s glorious hourglass body. He was in so many mixed emotions; he was horny, confused, scared, frightened, and exhausted. Not really sure where to look, Charles stared at Bridget’s perky C-cup breasts. Her nipples were achingly hard and she flicked them, sighing and giggling while doing so. Charles’s eyes inadvertently went down to Bridget’s cock and stared at it watching it twitch.
A loud groan from Bridget caught Charles’s attention and he looked up. She had a wicked smile which frightened him further and rightfully so. “So I’m going to be nice to you for your first time. I’m usually not, I actually like you, it’s a shame that it’s come to this,” she said with authority. Bridget edged up Charles’s torso. He tried to wiggle away, but just didn’t have the strength anymore. “Ooohhh!” cooed Bridget, “I love a fighter! It makes me so hot!” As she edged closer up Charles she grabbed her cock and began stroking it slowly.
“Mmmmmm, that feels sssssooooo nice! I haven’t felt this good in such a lllloooonnnnggggg time!” By now, Bridget sat on Charles’s chest, with her cock and balls dangling just above his face. She stared into his eyes as she jerked her feminine cock ever quicker. Precum leaked out of her cock periodically. She used it to lube herself and stroke herself quicker still. Charles looked up at her whimpering through the ball gag giving puppy dog eyes as she inched closer to her orgasm.