Daddy 's special chairperson. Britney could n't remember where it came from, dada 's chair had been a fixture in her dwelling house for as long as pop had been coming around. The black leather chairwoman with the low arms. The dorsum reclined, but there was no infantry rest that came up, like the typical lazy man 's chair, nor was it as big as those death chair. A foundation sleep like that would get gotten in the way. It sat off to the slope of the living room, close to the front door. Not positioned well for watching tv. No one was allowed to sit in it except dad. Next to the chair was a small stand, made to hold a jacket and pant, like something seen in a fine hotel. On the other side of the president was a small tabular array, with a potable coaster ever show on the table. Sometimes when mama 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 way for her indiscretion. Over the twelvemonth, the allure of sneaking a sit in the president had faded, now having just graduated from High schoolhouse, Britney hardly paid tending to it. Except of grade when pappa came over.

pappa was n't really her dad. He was a tall handsome man, he dressed well and always had a smile and cultured hug for Britney. He never yelled at her mommy, if he was annoyed at something he 'd just take a cheek, one side of his mouth going up and a nates look in his eyes. That was all that was ever needed to affect whatever change he expected from Mommy or Britney. Britney 's veridical father was not a constituent of her life. He was `` Daddy '' because that is what her mother had always called him and how she had always referred to him. dada did n't go with them, but he came over for dinner, or took Mommy out on day of the month and sometimes even slept over. papa would stop in more Day than not.

Whenever papa stopped in to see mommy, whether it was to clean her up to go to the opera or just stopping by after employment, the routine was always the same. daddy would come in, greet mommy with a hug and kiss, and the Sami for Britney, if she was around, he 'd move out his cap, if he was wearing one, while mom went to the kitchen to mix dad a drink. Daddy would drape his crown over the stand next to the chair, then sit down as mama brought in his beverage. A clean-cut deoxyephedrine with ice, some clear liquid state and a fresh slice of lime. The same drink every time.
'' Here 's your drinking Daddy '', she would say as she handed it to him. daddy would set it on the coaster on the board as mamma knelt at his foundation and began to unlace his shoes. pa would tweet the lime into the deink and stir it as Mommy removed his shoes and set them to the face. They never paid Britney any idea as they went through their routine. Mommy would then unbuckle daddy 's belt and with a little assist from pa, drag out his slacks and and boxershorts off his legs. Mommy would then neatly hang the pants on the rack. dada would often unbutton his dress shirt as Mommy removed his socks. By this time, Daddy 's turncock was usually standing tall and midst from his lap.

Sometimes Daddy would distinguish mommy to strip off her wearing apparel, he 'd watch her and sip his drink, other times if they were going out and momma was all made up, daddy would let her keep her clothes on. Then as mommy kneeled before the chair, pa would drape one leg over the president 's arm and sip his drink as Mommy took his big cock into her mouth. mammy would figure out the ray of light, use her hands to spiel with his lump, and suck on the capitulum of his putz.

Often, Mommy would ask Daddy for things as she knelt before him, nibbling and stroking his stopcock.
'' Daddy, I need a new dress for the party on Sat, can i get one please ? ''. Or `` papa, my car is getting old, I really want a new one ''. She did n't always get what she asked for, but usually, the to a greater extent Mommy begged, the more belike that whatever she had asked for would be in her W.C. or driveway the succeeding week. She would beg and tease him for various min before pop would groan and force her head down onto his tool with one hand. mum knew it was time to get serious once Daddy did that. She 'd begin sucking his cock in earnest. From that decimal point on, mamma would n't let papa 's cock out of her oral fissure until finished. Britney did n't make out how she did it, but her mother would make water Daddy 's rooster disappear down her throat. Her knife could be seen licking daddy 's ballock as she engulfed his pecker. Her brain would bob up and down as pa would groan and separate her what a `` beneficial girl '' she was. Sometimes he would check her point down to his stomach as he came deep in her throat, other times she 'd just milk the head of his cock as he came. Britney could see daddy 's cock pulsate as he groaned, `` I 'm cumming baby '', Mommy kept her backtalk wrapped tightly around capitulum of his stopcock until he relaxed into his chair.

When they were done, papa would finish his drink as momma licked up any cum that may have escaped her greedy sass. Daddy would accept his prison term and fetch up his drinkable, sometimes talking about mundane thing like there weather or late events, then get dressed and depending on the day, osculate mommy and Britney adios, take ma out, or stay for dinner party. But no matter, papa 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 professorship, but in the go 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 take mum 's billet. She began to check carefully every dance step of their procedure. Britney had even discovered a dildo in her mother 's nightstand. it was shaped just like a tangible peter, about the same sizing as the phallus, she saw protruding from pa 's lap so often. Britney would lap the pencil eraser sex toy, unknowingly licking her female parent 's dried cum from it, pretending she was licking Daddy 's turncock. Britney wrapped her lips around the dildo and tried to take it into her mouthpiece was far as she could. She sucked on it the way she saw mamma suck on pop, but could only get one-half of it in her mouth before she started gagging. When she did play with it, her twat would throb and drip, Britney would put one hand in her step-in and rub her pussy as she held the dildo with her early hand and sucked. She brought herself to many climax like this, always being careful not to get caught by her mother.

A couple times she was even boldface enough to take the dildo to the electric chair, hold it on the nates and kneel before it and go down on on it as she masturbated. She was always scared and excited when she did that, as the first thing Mommy would see if she came home plate, would be Britney 's bare ass and rear of her headspring bobbing on a dildo in the electric chair. Britney never got fascinate, but came close one day. Britney was on the brink of an orgasm when she heard key in the doorknob of the front threshold. She sprinted from the chair, dildo in hand and was able to drop the dildo into her mother 's nightstand and make it to her room before her mother gained entry. footling did she do it, but her mother had been noting when her dildo had been moved, or was mysteriously cleaned, and had even noticed the episodic wet spot on Daddy 's president and on the floor in presence of it.

Then one day it all changed for Britney.

mammy was running late. mom and Daddy were going into the city for a gala case. ma was flustered, she still had n't taken a lavish and needed to get dressed and put her constitution on. pa was due to pick her up any minute.
'' Britney love, could you do Mommy a huge favor, I have to jump in the shower, when Daddy gets here, could you draw his drink for him and tell him i will be out in a minute ? ``
'' Okay mum '', Britney replied, slightly surprised. She 'd never made Daddy 's drink before, but had seen it done a thousand times.

instant after her mother had jumped into the shower, Daddy walked through the battlefront threshold, he was quite dashing in his melanise tuxedo and bow tie, dressed for tonight 's fancy event.
'' Hi Britney '', he said with his usual grin and magical spell. `` Where 's your female parent ? ``
'' Oh she 's in the exhibitor, she said she 'll be out soon and told me to fix your potable for you ''
'' Oh '' pappa replied, a bit of a surprise look on his face.
Britney went to the kitchen to make Daddy 's drink, as dada removed his crownwork and hung it on the wheel by his chair.

Britney took one of the tumblers of the crapulence tray that was a permanent fixture on the parry, she went to the fridge and dispensed ice into the field glass, following her mother 's number, opened the vodka nursing bottle and poured some over the ice. She then opened a small soda water bottle and filled the crank up the residual of the way. Britney plucked a saucy fluxing lime from a bowl and very carefully sliced a cuneus free. She split it and slid it onto the edge of the meth, took a commixture rod and placed it in the drink. Britney stepped back and admired her work. Perfect, just like Mommy did it.

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

'' Now aid me with my place, sister young woman '', he said with a smile as he took a arcsecond so of his drink.
Britney felt like a goosy miss, realizing she forgot pop liked to experience his shoes taken off for him. Blushing advance, she quickly knelt before papa and began unlacing the glossy black shoes he was wearing with his black tie. Once they were off his feet and set to the side, Britney was about to get up ...
'' And now the pants, baby girl '' instructed Daddy.
Britney felt a puffiness form in her throat, she had n't considered this whole tone, but she knew the function by heart.
She reached up to line up dad 's whang, but the tuxedo did not allow for belts, instead this large shiny isthmus was around Daddy 's waist. He saw her confusion.
'' Let me help '', he said, `` black tie are a bit tricky ''
A moment later, the cumberbund was draped over the rack and the grasp of Daddy 's pants were open.
'' Now, direct off my drawers like a good girl '', he instructed.
Britney felt the stemma rush from her face and go straight to her twat. She could feel herself getting wet and throbbing between her legs. She was about to see Daddy 's cock up close and personal. Would mamma finish her shower before she got to see pa 's peter from the front row, she hoped not.

Britney grabbed the sides of dad 's pants hooking her finger over both pants and silk boxers and slowly drew them down. He lifted his rose hip off the chair to aid her. It seemed like time slowed to a front crawl as Britney 's eyes transfixed on dad 's crotch. commencement the top of his close cropped pubic hair came into view, Britney 's back talk began to water. Then she saw the cornerstone of his calamus. His cock slowly becoming more exposed as she drew the pants further down. The domain could be ending around her, but all of Britney 's focussing was on seeing Daddy 's peter up close for the very first fourth dimension. Her scanty were wet from her dripping pussy. Her rima oris watered as if a juicy steak had been placed in forepart of her. She noticed the midst veins standing out on Daddy 's cock, the line of merchandise where the color of his skin changed, then how his shaft narrowed slightly before the head. Suddenly dada 's cock sprang free of his clothes, making Britney jump and let out a lowly screech, as it almost struck her font. It stood tall, inches from her, vellication, and veiny, as thick as her thin wrists and as long as her head. She was starring at it, the pant gripped in her fists, forgotten. A cosmic string of saliva dripped from the slope of her mouth as she drooled at the sight of Daddy 's cock.
'' infant girl '', Daddy 's voice suddenly breaking her daze, `` finish taking my knickers off, please ''. It was more command than question.
Britney blushed again, then quickly finished removing pop 's trouser. Flustered, she folded the trouser in half and draped them on the single-foot. dada held up a infantry, when she finished, to indicate he was still wearing his socks. Britney, still on her human knee removed the socks, then knelt, with hands on her stifle looking up at daddy and his big pounding peter. Awaiting farther instructions.
Daddy looked into Britney 's optic, noting the look of fascination and anticipation on her face. He lifted one knee joint up over the arm of his death chair, opening his rosehip and sliding his ass and pecker closer to the sharpness of the tooshie and Brittney 's case.
With his legs spread wide, Britney took in the full sight of Daddy 's cock and bollock. There was no hair on his gibe or on his grueling ball sack. His formal looked so big, she could see low veins spider webbed across his scrotum and the outline of each big testicle beneath the thin skin of his firing. Almost unconsciously, she reached her hand up to fondle his large balls. They felt heavy in her hired man, she had n't expected that. But the skin also felt easygoing to the touch. Daddy let out a minuscule groan.
Britney looked up, realizing she had Daddy 's clump in her hands.
'' Sorry, I should n't have done that '' she said
'' It 's OK baby little girl. You need to finish 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 on Daddy 's peter for very. Her tongue came out of her mouth, drawn to the clear fluid seeping from the slit atop Daddy 's cock. Her lingua snaked out, long like her female parent 's, the tip of it made liaison with the precum before darting back into Britney 's backtalk to taste it. It was almost sweet, she decided she wanted more. daddy looked on as Britney 's surprisingly retentive tongue licked around the tip of his rooster, before she began dragging it up the entire bottom of his putz. He continued to groan, her lips had n't even made contact with his cock yet.
Britney was in paradise just licking the yummy precum off daddy 's shaft, she was storm how both firmly and polish his turncock was. She could feel the veins against her tongue, they felt huge to her tender appendage. She closed her eyes and licked down to his egg, then sucking a monumental testicle into her lip. One of her handwriting gripped the base of Daddy 's shaft, it was hot in her fiddling manus and her finger's breadth barely encircled it 's girth. pop continued to moan and leak precum by the gal as Britney, sucked one ball and then the other into her oral cavity. Her fist on his cock, squeezing pleasure from him. The cute girl was lost in a frenzy of licking precum from his shaft and scrotum. Without even sucking on his prick, Daddy was nearing an orgasm. Britney 's mind felt like a ovalbumin light had blotted out anything except dad 's cock, her throbbing pussy, and her sassing.

Britney dragged her tongue up Daddy 's cock one last clip, collecting precum as she went, before her head teacher came over the heavy soft cap. Her lips closed around his head and she began to absorb pappa 's precum straight from the root as her clapper flicked across the opening at the tip. She did n't get down her head onto Daddy 's cock, so much as she sucked his cock into her. The suction pulling her header downward as all she could conceive of doing was becoming one with the amazing putz in her backtalk. Her pussy throbbed, each pulse rate to a greater extent intense than the in conclusion as Britney sucked her boldness deeper onto Daddy 's cock. Daddy 's moan continued to increase, Britney was in her own world of lust and delight. She was n't even aware when Daddy 's hammer entered her pharynx, all cerebration was to get every part of the cock into her. Her pussy continued to pulsate, her sexual climax was begging to arrive, if only she could take in it. pop 's cock was now cutting off all air flow, but the pleasure was so intense she did n't realize it. Finally her lips bottomed out on daddy 's pelvis, her clapper continued to reach forward, looking for more cock to swallow, but finding only pop 's now tighten up scrotum.

His heart rolled into the back of his head as Daddy held Britney 's head impaled on his stopcock and with a great vociferation, pumped an incredible load deep into her throat.

Britney 's brain was intense pleasure and flashing of light, and then she felt it, Daddy 's cock spasming and cum splashing deep in her throat. Her mind exploded with the most unbelievable climax of her life. She began thrashing as her throat and pussy contracted and convulsed. Her brain went disgraceful from the pleasure and lack of oxygen.

When following she came to, pa 's principal was leaned back in his chair, his chest panting and optic closed, Britney 's psyche was resting on Daddy 's left second joint, his hammer against her chin. Britney was panting audibly, as O slowly returned to her brain, her body in a euphoric glow. Daddy 's drink sat mostly forgotten on the table. Something had roused her. It was her mother 's phonation.

'' Daddy I 'm ready to go ''.

Britney 's heart flickered open, too weak to motivate her head, she saw her mother, smiling, standing a few feet away, dressed to the nine, sparkling and cook for her night out.

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