Grabbing my computer and headphones, I settle under the covers, hairbrush in hand. I slowly slide my panties down until they’re around my ankles and position my brush over my clit. Plugging everything in, I hit ‘play’ and listen to sweet, blissful sounds of moaning as I watch a girl get fucked roughly by her boyfriend.
Watching intently, I feel my pussy getting wetter by the second. I give a little gasp when I gently push the end of the brush into my sopping cunny. Matching the pace of the sexy couple on the screen, I try hard not to moan my delights of pleasure. Grunting inwardly, I press my fingers rapidly against my clit, stimulating my impending orgasm even more.
Just when I’m about to explode around my beloved hairbrush, I hear knocking at my bedroom door. Acting quickly, I pull my hands away, push my legs down, and close my computer. My father peeks his head around my door.
“Can I come in?” He asks with a smile. Damn! I was so close! I shout inside my head. Outside, I smile and nod sweetly, sitting up and trying not to think of the hairbrush inside my aching cunt.
“Sure, dad. What do you need?” I wonder through my teeth. Maybe it’ll be small so I can finish.
“Nothing big, I just wanted you to know dinner is almost ready. Your mother needs you to go help her finish up.” He replies, placing his hand on my knee.
“Sure, give me a few minutes and I’ll be right down,” I smile. I sit silently, staring at him and waiting for him to leave.
“Well, are you going to get up?” He urges.
“Yes…?