Daddy 's special chair. Britney could n't think back where it came from, Daddy 's chair had been a secureness in her home for as long as dad had been coming around. The black leather chair with the low arms. The back reclined, but there was no foot rest that came up, like the typical lazy man 's electric chair, nor was it as big as those chairs. A foot ease like that would have gotten in the way. It sat off to the side of meat of the support room, close to the front threshold. Not positioned well for watching tv. No one was allowed to sit in it except papa. Next to the chairman was a small stand, made to hold a jacket and pant, like something seen in a exquisitely hotel. On the other incline of the chair was a pocket-sized table, with a drink coaster ever present on the board. Sometimes when Mommy was n't looking, Britney would sit in the chair. Once she had gotten caught and her mother was none too happy. She 'd gotten a swat on her ass and been sent to her room for her injudiciousness. Over the yr, the temptingness of sneaking a sit in the chair had faded, now having just graduated from High School, Britney hardly paid attention to it. Except of line when Daddy came over.

dad was n't really her daddy. He was a marvelous handsome man, he dressed well and always had a smile and polite hug for Britney. He never yelled at her mommy, if he was annoyed at something he 'd just take in a aspect, one side of his backtalk going up and a stern look in his eyes. That was all that was ever needed to affect whatever change he expected from momma or Britney. Britney 's real father was not a part of her life. He was `` daddy '' because that is what her mother had always called him and how she had always referred to him. pappa did n't populate with them, but he came over for dinner, or took Mommy out on dates and sometimes even slept over. Daddy would bar in more days than not.

Whenever Daddy stopped in to see Mommy, whether it was to pick her up to go to the Opera or just stopping by after work, the function was always the Same. pappa would come in, greet mamma with a hug and kiss, and the same for Britney, if she was around, he 'd remove his jacket, if he was wearing one, while Mommy went to the kitchen to mix pa a drink. Daddy would drape his cap over the standpoint next to the chair, then sit down as Mommy brought in his drink. A sack up glassful with ice, some clear liquid and a refreshful slice of unslaked lime. The Saame drink every time.
'' Here 's your deglutition pop '', she would say as she handed it to him. dad would set it on the coaster on the table as Mommy knelt at his feet and began to unlace his shoes. Daddy would stuff the quicklime into the deink and agitate it as mamma removed his shoe and set them to the side. They never paid Britney any thinker as they went through their routine. Mommy would then unbuckle Daddy 's belt and with a little help from daddy, drag his slacks and and drawers off his legs. Mommy would then neatly hang the gasp on the rack. pappa would often unbutton his frock shirt as Mommy removed his socks. By this fourth dimension, daddy 's cock was usually standing tall and thick from his lap.

Sometimes daddy would tell momma to denudate off her apparel, he 'd watch her and sip his crapulence, other times if they were going out and Mommy was all made up, daddy would let her restrain her wearing apparel on. Then as mummy kneeled before the death chair, Daddy would drape one leg over the hot seat 's arm and sip his drink as Mommy took his big turncock into her sassing. Mommy would lap the shaft, use her mitt to play with his balls, and suction on the capitulum of his cock.

Often, Mommy would ask Daddy for things as she knelt before him, nibbling and stroking his dick.
'' Daddy, I need a new dress for the party on Saturday, can i get one please ? ''. Or `` Daddy, my car is getting old, I really want a new one ''. She did n't always get what she asked for, but usually, the more than mammy begged, the more belike that whatever she had asked for would be in her wardrobe or driveway the succeeding week. She would beg and tease him for several hour before Daddy would moan and advertise her caput down onto his putz with one mitt. Mommy knew it was clip to get serious once Daddy did that. She 'd begin sucking his peter in earnest. From that percentage point on, mammy would n't let pa 's cock out of her mouth until finished. Britney did n't know how she did it, but her mother would construct pop 's prick disappear down her throat. Her tongue could be seen licking Daddy 's balls as she engulfed his cock. Her top dog would bob up and down as dad would groan and tell her what a `` good missy '' she was. Sometimes he would entertain her point down to his stomach as he came deep in her pharynx, other times she 'd just milk the head of his turncock as he came. Britney could see Daddy 's peter pulsate as he groaned, `` I 'm cumming baby '', Mommy kept her back talk wrapped tightly around head of his peter until he relaxed into his chair.

When they were done, Daddy would end his drink as Mommy licked up any cum that may take escaped her greedy mouth. pop would rent his fourth dimension and finish his beverage, sometimes talking about workaday things like there weather or Recent epoch events, then get dressed and depending on the day, kiss mommy and Britney good-by, conduct mommy out, or detain for dinner. But no matter, Daddy would not sit in the chair again until he wished for mommy to kneel before him and service his cock.

Through the years Britney did n't pay much attention to Daddy and Mommy when he was in the chair, but in the hold up year, she 'd taken more of an interest in it. Britney 's pussy would tingle and moisten now every time Daddy came over, and she 'd been imagining what it would be like to film mommy 's situation. She began to observe carefully every measure of their routine. Britney had even discovered a dildo in her female parent 's nightstand. it was shaped just like a real peter, about the same sizing as the phallus, she saw protruding from Daddy 's lap so often. Britney would lick the prophylactic sex toy, unknowingly licking her mother 's dried cum from it, pretending she was licking Daddy 's putz. Britney wrapped her back talk around the dildo and tried to take it into her lip was far as she could. She sucked on it the way she saw Mommy suck on pop, but could only get one-half of it in her rima oris before she started gagging. When she did play with it, her pussy would throb and drip, Britney would put one hand in her panties and rub her pussy as she held the dildo with her early handwriting and sucked. She brought herself to many orgasms like this, always being careful not to get caught by her mother.

A couple fourth dimension she was even bold enough to take the dildo to the chair, hold it on the seat and kneel before it and suck on it as she masturbated. She was always scared and excited when she did that, as the first of all thing Mommy would see if she came home base, would be Britney 's bare ass and back of her straits bobbing on a dildo in the chair. Britney never got grab, but came closemouthed one day. Britney was on the verge of an sexual climax when she heard keys in the doorknob of the front door. She sprinted from the chair, dildo in bridge player and was able to strike down the dildo into her mother 's nightstand and make it to her elbow room before her mother gained ledger entry. Little did she have intercourse, but her female parent had been noting when her dildo had been moved, or was mysteriously cleaned, and had even noticed the casual wet patch on Daddy 's electric chair and on the base in nominal head of it.

Then one day it all changed for Britney.

mom was running late. mamma and Daddy were going into the city for a jamboree upshot. Mommy was flustered, she still had n't taken a shower and needed to get dressed and put her war paint on. daddy was due to pick her up any minute.
'' Britney dearest, could you do Mommy a immense favor, I have to parachute in the exhibitor, when dada gets here, could you make his drink for him and tell him i will be out in a arcminute ? ``
'' Okay mammy '', Britney replied, slightly surprised. She 'd never made Daddy 's drink before, but had seen it done a K times.

import after her mother had jumped into the shower, daddy walked through the front doorway, he was quite dashing in his grim dinner jacket and bow tie, dressed for tonight 's fantasy effect.
'' Hi Britney '', he said with his usual smiling and charm. `` Where 's your mother ? ``
'' Oh she 's in the exhibitioner, she said she 'll be out soon and told me to fix your deglutition for you ''
'' Oh '' papa replied, a bit of a surprised look on his face.
Britney went to the kitchen to make Daddy 's potable, as dada removed his jacket and hung it on the wheel by his chair.

Britney took one of the tumblers of the boozing tray that was a lasting fixture on the counter, she went to the fridge and dispensed ice into the chalk, following her mother 's function, opened the vodka bottle and poured some over the ice. She then opened a small refreshful bottle and filled the glass up the rest of the way. Britney plucked a fresh lime from a sports stadium and very carefully sliced a wedge resign. She split it and slid it onto the edge of the glass, took a mixture rod and placed it in the drink. Britney stepped back and admired her piece of work. Perfect, just like Mommy did it.

Britney picked up the drink and walked to dad, he was seated in his president as she handed him his drink, `` your swallow daddy '', she said.
'' Thank you baby '', he replied
'' I hope i made it as good as Mommy '' Britney stood in anticipation, worried she messed up as pappa squeezed the fluxing lime, mixed it into the crapulence and took his first sip.
'' It 's perfective baby, you did a smashing job '' he said with a smile.
Britney blushed at the compliment, proud of her employment and even more gallant that Daddy had called her child for the initiatory time.

'' Now aid me with my shoes, baby girlfriend '', he said with a smile as he took a second so of his drink.
Britney felt like a dopy girl, realizing she forgot dada liked to have his brake shoe taken off for him. Blushing further, she quickly knelt before pappa and began unlacing the shiny black shoes he was wearing with his dinner jacket. Once they were off his metrical foot and set to the side, Britney was about to get up ...
'' And now the pants, baby girl '' instructed Daddy.
Britney felt a lump form in her throat, she had n't considered this step, but she knew the procedure by heart.
She reached up to find daddy 's swath, but the dinner jacket did not let for belts, instead this gravid glazed band was around papa 's shank. He saw her confusion.
'' Let me serve '', he said, `` tuxedo are a bit tricky ''
A moment later, the cumberbund was draped over the wrack and the clasps of Daddy 's trouser were open.
'' Now, take off my pants like a secure little girl '', he instructed.
Britney felt the bloodline rush from her boldness and go straight to her kitty. She could feel herself getting wet and throbbing between her legs. She was about to see pappa 's cock up close and personal. Would Mommy terminate her shower before she got to see Daddy 's cock from the front row, she hoped not.

Britney grabbed the side of meat of Daddy 's pants hooking her fingers over both gasp and silk boxers and slowly drew them down. He lifted his hips off the chair to help her. It seemed like time slowed to a crawl as Britney 's centre transfixed on Daddy 's crotch. low the top of his close cropped pubic hair came into view, Britney 's mouthpiece began to H2O. Then she saw the al-Qa'ida of his irradiation. His cock slowly becoming more exposed as she drew the pant further down. The world could be ending around her, but all of Britney 's stress was on seeing Daddy 's cock up close for the very first fourth dimension. Her panty were wet from her dripping kitty-cat. Her sassing watered as if a juicy steak had been placed in front of her. She noticed the midst veins standing out on papa 's cock, the cable where the coloring material of his skin changed, then how his slam narrowed slightly before the fountainhead. Suddenly pa 's cock sprang disembarrass of his clothes, making Britney jump and let out a minuscule shriek, as it almost struck her boldness. It stood improbable, inches from her, twitching, and veiny, as thick as her slim carpus and as long as her head. She was starring at it, the pants gripped in her clenched fist, forgotten. A drawstring of saliva dripped from the side of her lip as she drooled at the vision of Daddy 's cock.
'' infant girl '', Daddy 's voice suddenly breaking her stupor, `` finish taking my pants off, please ''. It was more bid than question.
Britney blushed again, then quickly finished removing daddy 's pants. Flustered, she folded the pants in half and draped them on the rack. daddy held up a groundwork, when she finished, to betoken he was still wearing his socks. Britney, still on her human knee removed the sock, then knelt, with hands on her knees looking up at daddy and his big throb cock. Awaiting further instructions.
Daddy looked into Britney 's middle, noting the look of enchantment and prevision on her face. He lifted one knee up over the arm of his electric chair, opening his rose hip and sliding his ass and cock closer to the edge of the seat and Brittney 's nerve.
With his legs spread astray, Britney took in the total sight of dad 's cock and balls. There was no hair on his shot or on his heavy nut poke. His ball looked so big, she could see small nervure spider webbed across his scrotum and the schema of each big testicle beneath the thin cutis of his sack. Almost unconsciously, she reached her hired hand up to fondle his large balls. They felt heavy in her hand, she had n't expected that. But the skin also felt flaccid to the touch. Daddy let out a lowly groan.
Britney looked up, realizing she had Daddy 's balls in her hands.
'' Sorry, I should n't have done that '' she said
'' It 's OK baby girl. You need to stop what you started now. ``
Britney gave a slight nod, and slowly leaned her head forward.
This was it, she thought excitedly, she was finally going to get to suck up on dad 's cock for real. Her tongue came out of her backtalk, drawn to the discharge fluid seeping from the dent atop Daddy 's stopcock. Her tongue snaked out, long like her mother 's, the tip of it made contact with the precum before darting back into Britney 's mouth to taste it. It was almost scented, she decided she wanted more. papa looked on as Britney 's surprisingly long spit licked around the tip of his rooster, before she began dragging it up the entire underside of his shaft. He continued to groan, her lips had n't even made contact with his cock yet.
Britney was in heaven just licking the yummy precum off Daddy 's shaft, she was surprised how both gruelling and polish his prick was. She could feel the veins against her natural language, they felt Brobdingnagian to her sore appendage. She closed her heart and licked down to his balls, then sucking a monolithic orchis into her mouth. One of her helping hand gripped the basis of Daddy 's turncock, it was hot in her little hand and her finger's breadth barely encircled it 's girth. Daddy continued to moan and leak precum by the congius as Britney, sucked one ball and then the other into her sassing. Her fist on his cock, squeezing joy from him. The cute girl was lost in a frenzy of licking precum from his shaft and scrotum. Without even sucking on his cock, dad was nearing an orgasm. Britney 's mind felt like a Andrew Dickson White brightness had blotted out anything except dada 's cock, her throbbing pussy, and her lip.

Britney dragged her tongue up Daddy 's shaft one last time, collecting precum as she went, before her heading came over the turgid cushy cap. Her brim closed around his head and she began to give suck papa 's precum straight from the seed as her spit flicked across the scuttle at the tip. She did n't lower her head teacher onto Daddy 's shaft, so much as she sucked his cock into her. The suction pulling her head teacher downward as all she could think of doing was becoming one with the awe-inspiring cock in her mouth. Her pussy throbbed, each pulse to a greater extent intense than the end as Britney sucked her typeface deeper onto pappa 's putz. daddy 's moans continued to increase, Britney was in her own world of lust and pleasure. She was n't even aware when dada 's cock entered her throat, all opinion was to get every part of the cock into her. Her pussy continued to throb, her orgasm was begging to go far, if only she could make it. daddy 's cock was now cutting off all air flow, but the pleasure was so intense she did n't realize it. Finally her lip bottomed out on dada 's pelvic girdle, her lingua continued to reach forward, looking for More pecker to swallow, but finding only Daddy 's now constrain scrotum.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as Daddy held Britney 's head impaled on his cock and with a great cry, pumped an incredible load trench into her throat.

Britney 's nous was intense pleasure and flashes of Inner Light, and then she felt it, pa 's pecker spasming and cum splashing deep in her throat. Her mind exploded with the most unbelievable orgasm of her animation. She began thrashing as her pharynx and pussy contracted and convulsed. Her brain went black from the pleasance and lack of oxygen.

When next she came to, papa 's head was leaned back in his chair, his breast panting and middle closed, Britney 's head was resting on pa 's left thigh, his pecker against her chin. Britney was panting audibly, as oxygen slowly returned to her brain, her body in a euphoric incandescence. pa 's drunkenness sat mostly forgotten on the board. Something had roused her. It was her mother 's voice.

'' pop I 'm quick to go ''.

Britney 's eyes flickered assailable, too weak to displace her head, she saw her female parent, smiling, standing a few groundwork away, dressed to the IX, sparkling and set up for her nighttime out.

'' Thanks for helping Mommy out, Britney '', she said. `` Now let 's get Daddy dressed before we 're late. ''