pa 's special electric chair. Britney could n't call up where it came from, pa 's chair had been a fixture in her household for as long as pop had been coming around. The black leather chair with the low sleeve. The back reclined, but there was no foot rest that came up, like the typical lazy man 's chair, nor was it as big as those chairs. A foot repose like that would get gotten in the way. It sat off to the side of the aliveness room, close to the front door. Not positioned well for watching tv. No one was allowed to sit in it except pappa. Next to the chair was a small stand, made to hold a crown and trousers, like something seen in a fine hotel. On the former side of the chair was a pocket-size board, with a swallow coaster ever introduce on the table. Sometimes when mama was n't looking, Britney would sit in the chairman. 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 elbow room for her indiscretion. Over the geezerhood, the allure of sneaking a sit in the chair had faded, now having just graduated from High schooling, Britney hardly paid care to it. Except of course of instruction when Daddy came over.

Daddy was n't really her daddy. He was a tall handsome man, he dressed well and always had a smile and civilised hug for Britney. He never yelled at her mommy, if he was annoyed at something he 'd just make a face, one slope of his mouth going up and a fundament look in his optic. That was all that was ever needed to move whatever change he expected from mamma or Britney. Britney 's real number Father-God was not a part of her animation. He was `` Daddy '' because that is what her mother had always called him and how she had always referred to him. Daddy did n't live with them, but he came over for dinner, or took Mommy out on dates and sometimes even slept over. dada would lay off in more days than not.

Whenever papa stopped in to see Mommy, whether it was to blame her up to go to the opera or just stopping by after work, the routine was always the same. pop would get along in, greet momma with a hug and buss, and the Saame for Britney, if she was around, he 'd remove his jacket, if he was wearing one, while Mommy went to the kitchen to mix daddy a swallow. daddy would clothe his jacket over the viewpoint next to the chair, then sit down as Mommy brought in his drink. A clear shabu with ice, some clear liquid and a newly slice of lime. The same drink every time.
'' Here 's your drink papa '', she would say as she handed it to him. Daddy would set it on the coaster on the tabular array as Mommy knelt at his infantry and began to unbrace his horseshoe. dada would squash the lime into the deink and stir it as Mommy removed his skid and set them to the side. They never paid Britney any mind as they went through their procedure. Mommy would then unbuckle dada 's smash and with a niggling aid from papa, drag his falling off and and drawers off his legs. mamma would then neatly hang the pants on the rack. papa would often unbutton his apparel shirt as mamma removed his socks. By this metre, Daddy 's cock was usually standing tall and thick from his lap.

Sometimes pa would tell mommy to bare off her clothes, he 'd watch her and sip his drink, other times if they were going out and mummy was all made up, Daddy would let her keep on her dress on. Then as Mommy kneeled before the chairwoman, Daddy would clothe one leg over the chair 's arm and sip his drink as Mommy took his big cock into her mouth. mom would lap the jibe, use her hands to work with his balls, and suck on the pass of his cock.

Often, Mommy would ask Daddy for things as she knelt before him, nibbling and stroking his cock.
'' Daddy, I need a new dress for the company on Sabbatum, can i get one please ? ''. Or `` pa, 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 mamma begged, the more belike that whatever she had asked for would be in her closet or driveway the side by side week. She would beg and bait him for several arcminute before Daddy would moan and press her header down onto his shaft with one hand. mummy knew it was time to get serious once pop did that. She 'd set about sucking his peter in earnest. From that point on, ma would n't let dad 's cock out of her mouth until finished. Britney did n't live how she did it, but her mother would cause Daddy 's cock disappear down her throat. Her tongue could be seen licking Daddy 's testicle as she engulfed his cock. Her head would bob up and down as pappa would groan and narrate her what a `` skillful girl '' she was. Sometimes he would hold her oral sex down to his breadbasket as he came deep in her throat, former times she 'd just milk the foreland of his cock as he came. Britney could see Daddy 's cock pulsate as he groaned, `` I 'm cumming baby '', Mommy kept her lips wrapped tightly around capitulum of his cock until he relaxed into his chair.

When they were done, Daddy would finish his drink as mama licked up any cum that may have escaped her greedy mouth. daddy would demand his prison term and finish up his drink, sometimes talking about mundane things like there weather or Holocene epoch result, then get dressed and depending on the day, kiss mammy and Britney goodbye, take mommy out, or stay for dinner. But no matter, pappa would not sit in the chair again until he wished for mommy to kneel before him and service his cock.

Through the twelvemonth Britney did n't pay much care to Daddy and Mommy when he was in the chair, but in the lowest year, she 'd taken more of an interest in it. Britney 's kitty would tingle and dampen now every prison term pop came over, and she 'd been imagining what it would be like to study mommy 's blank space. She began to watch carefully every footfall of their procedure. Britney had even discovered a dildo in her female parent 's nightstand. it was shaped just like a real shaft, about the Sami size as the genus Phallus, she saw protruding from Daddy 's lap so often. Britney would thrash the galosh sex toy, unknowingly licking her mother 's dried cum from it, pretending she was licking Daddy 's cock. Britney wrapped her backtalk around the dildo and tried to hold it into her mouth was far as she could. She sucked on it the way she saw Mommy suck on pappa, but could only get half of it in her mouth before she started gagging. When she did play with it, her pussy would shudder and drip, Britney would put one hand in her step-in and rub her cunt as she held the dildo with her other hand and sucked. She brought herself to many orgasms like this, always being thrifty not to get caught by her mother.

A mates times she was even bold face enough to select the dildo to the president, hold it on the can and kneel before it and suckle on it as she masturbated. She was always scared and excited when she did that, as the 1st matter mamma would see if she came place, would be Britney 's bare ass and back of her head bobbing on a dildo in the chair. Britney never got beguile, but came close one day. Britney was on the wand of an orgasm when she heard key in the doorknob of the front room access. She sprinted from the chair, dildo in mitt and was capable to drop the dildo into her mother 's nightstand and hold it to her elbow room before her mother gained submission. Little did she make love, but her female parent had been noting when her dildo had been moved, or was mysteriously cleaned, and had even noticed the occasional wet spot on Daddy 's chair and on the level in front of it.

Then one day it all changed for Britney.

Mommy was running late. mama and dad were going into the city for a gala affair event. mammy was flustered, she still had n't taken a shower and needed to get dressed and put her makeup on. Daddy was due to pick her up any moment.
'' Britney honey, could you do Mommy a huge favor, I have to jump in the shower, when dad gets here, could you spend a penny his drink for him and recite him i will be out in a hour ? ``
'' Okay Mommy '', Britney replied, slightly surprised. She 'd never made Daddy 's drink before, but had seen it done a thousand times.

bit after her mother had jumped into the cascade, Daddy walked through the straw man door, he was quite dashing in his black dinner jacket and bow tie, dressed for tonight 's fancy event.
'' Hi Britney '', he said with his common smile and appeal. `` Where 's your female parent ? ``
'' Oh she 's in the shower, she said she 'll be out soon and told me to fix your boozing for you ''
'' Oh '' Daddy replied, a bit of a storm aspect on his face.
Britney went to the kitchen to make dad 's swallow, as dad removed his crown and hung it on the wheel by his chair.

Britney took one of the tumblers of the crapulence tray that was a perm fixing on the counter, she went to the fridge and dispensed ice into the chicken feed, following her mother 's modus operandi, opened the vodka bottleful and poured some over the ice. She then opened a pocket-sized tonic feeding bottle and filled the glass up the rest of the way. Britney plucked a overbold lime hydrate from a bowl and very carefully sliced a hero free. She split it and slid it onto the edge of the glass, took a commixture rod and placed it in the drink. Britney stepped back and admired her work. perfect tense, just like mommy did it.

Britney picked up the drink and walked to papa, he was seated in his chair as she handed him his drink, `` your drink dad '', she said.
'' Thank you baby '', he replied
'' I hope i made it as safe as mama '' Britney stood in anticipation, worried she messed up as pappa squeezed the lime, mixed it into the drink and took his commencement sip.
'' It 's perfect child, you did a great job '' he said with a smile.
Britney blushed at the compliment, proud of her workplace and even more proud that Daddy had called her baby for the beginning time.

'' Now help me with my shoes, baby girl '', he said with a smile as he took a second so of his drink.
Britney felt like a dopy girlfriend, realizing she forgot Daddy liked to have his horseshoe taken off for him. Blushing foster, she quickly knelt before Daddy and began unlacing the shiny black brake shoe he was wearing with his dinner jacket. Once they were off his feet and set to the slope, Britney was about to get up ...
'' And now the bloomers, baby young woman '' instructed Daddy.
Britney felt a collocate form in her throat, she had n't considered this step, but she knew the subprogram by warmheartedness.
She reached up to find Daddy 's smash, but the dinner jacket did not allow for bang, instead this large shiny band was around dad 's waist. He saw her confusion.
'' Let me serve '', he said, `` tuxedos are a bit tricky ''
A instant later, the cumberbund was draped over the rack and the clasps of Daddy 's pants were open.
'' Now, take off my pants like a good girl '', he instructed.
Britney felt the line thrill from her aspect and go straight to her kitty-cat. She could feel herself getting wet and throbbing between her legs. She was about to see pa 's cock up close and personal. Would Mommy end her rain shower before she got to see Daddy 's cock from the front row, she hoped not.

Britney grabbed the position of dad 's pants hooking her fingers over both pants and silk boxers and slowly drew them down. He lifted his hips off the chair to assist her. It seemed like time slowed to a front crawl as Britney 's optic transfixed on dada 's crotch. First the top of his last cropped pubic hairsbreadth came into view, Britney 's oral fissure began to water. Then she saw the base of his putz. His prick slowly becoming more peril as she drew the pants further down. The worldly concern could be ending around her, but all of Britney 's focussing was on seeing Daddy 's cock up close for the very world-class time. Her panty were wet from her dripping pussycat. Her mouth watered as if a juicy steak had been placed in front of her. She noticed the thick veins standing out on Daddy 's cock, the line where the vividness of his hide changed, then how his shaft narrowed slightly before the headspring. Suddenly pop 's cock sprang unloosen of his clothes, making Britney jumping and let out a small scream, as it almost struck her face. It stood tall, inches from her, twitching, and veiny, as thick as her thin wrist and as long as her foreland. She was starring at it, the pants gripped in her fists, forgotten. A chain of saliva dripped from the position of her mouth as she drooled at the sight of Daddy 's cock.
'' Baby young woman '', Daddy 's voice suddenly breaking her daze, `` finish taking my pants off, please ''. It was more command than question.
Britney blushed again, then quickly finished removing Daddy 's pants. Flustered, she folded the bloomers in half and draped them on the wheel. pappa held up a foot, when she finished, to signal he was still wearing his socks. Britney, still on her knee joint removed the wind sock, then knelt, with hands on her knee looking up at daddy and his big throbbing cock. Awaiting further instructions.
daddy looked into Britney 's eyes, noting the smell of fascination and anticipation on her side. He lifted one knee up over the arm of his chair, opening his rosehip and sliding his ass and hammer closer to the border of the seat and Brittney 's typeface.
With his ramification spread wide, Britney took in the wide-cut sight of dad 's cock and testis. There was no hair on his scape or on his weighed down testicle sack. His balls looked so big, she could see small veins spider webbed across his scrotum and the outline of each big ballock beneath the slim down skin of his sackful. Almost unconsciously, she reached her deal up to fondle his large globe. They felt with child in her hired man, she had n't expected that. But the skin also felt soft to the skin senses. papa let out a small groan.
Britney looked up, realizing she had Daddy 's balls in her hands.
'' Sorry, I should n't sustain done that '' she said
'' It 's OK baby miss. You need to end what you started now. ``
Britney gave a slight nod, and slowly leaned her nous forward.
This was it, she thought excitedly, she was finally going to get to draw on Daddy 's cock for genuine. Her natural language came out of her sassing, drawn to the clear fluid seeping from the slit atop dad 's stopcock. Her knife 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 sweetened, she decided she wanted more. Daddy looked on as Britney 's surprisingly farseeing tongue licked around the tip of his cock, before she began dragging it up the full underside of his cock. He continued to groan, her lips had n't even made contact with his tool yet.
Britney was in heaven just licking the yummy precum off daddy 's shaft, she was surprise how both gruelling and smooth out his hammer was. She could feel the veins against her tongue, they felt huge to her sensitive appendage. She closed her eyes and licked down to his balls, then sucking a monumental testicle into her mouth. One of her hand gripped the base of Daddy 's turncock, it was hot in her trivial hand and her fingers barely encircled it 's girth. daddy continued to groan and leak out precum by the gallon as Britney, sucked one ball and then the other into her oral cavity. Her fist on his cock, squeezing pleasure from him. The cunning girlfriend was lost in a frenzy of licking precum from his shaft and scrotum. Without even sucking on his cock, Daddy was nearing an orgasm. Britney 's mind felt like a white luminosity had blotted out anything except daddy 's cock, her throbbing pussy, and her mouth.

Britney dragged her tongue up Daddy 's stopcock one last time, collecting precum as she went, before her fountainhead came over the turgid soft cap. Her lips closed around his top dog and she began to suck dad 's precum straight from the source as her tongue flicked across the opening at the tip. She did n't lower her headway onto Daddy 's cock, so often as she sucked his hammer into her. The suction pulling her top dog downward as all she could opine of doing was becoming one with the amazing cock in her mouth. Her pussy throbbed, each pulse more acute than the last as Britney sucked her nerve deeper onto pa 's pecker. daddy 's moans continued to increase, Britney was in her own human race of lust and joy. She was n't even cognisant when daddy 's peter entered her throat, all intellection was to get every part of the hammer into her. Her pussycat continued to pulsate, her orgasm was begging to get, if only she could make it. dad 's cock was now cutting off all air menstruum, but the pleasance was so intense she did n't realize it. Finally her lips bottomed out on Daddy 's pelvic girdle, her natural language continued to hand forward, looking for more cock to swallow, but finding only Daddy 's now tighten scrotum.

His eyes rolled into the book binding of his promontory as Daddy held Britney 's psyche impaled on his cock and with a large outcry, pumped an unbelievable load deep into her throat.

Britney 's brain was acute pleasure and flashes of illumination, and then she felt it, pop 's cock spasming and cum splashing deep in her throat. Her mind exploded with the most incredible orgasm of her life. She began thrashing as her throat and pussy contracted and convulsed. Her genius went disgraceful from the pleasure and deficiency of oxygen.

When next she came to, Daddy 's head teacher was leaned back in his professorship, his breast trousering and middle closed, Britney 's head was resting on Daddy 's left thigh, his cock against her chin. Britney was panting audibly, as oxygen slowly returned to her mind, her body in a euphoric incandescence. daddy 's drink sat mostly forgotten on the board. Something had roused her. It was her mother 's voice.

'' dada I 'm ready to go ''.

Britney 's eyes flickered unfold, too light to motivate her forefront, she saw her female parent, smiling, standing a few metrical foot away, dressed to the nine, sparkling and ready for her Night out.

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