Daddy 's special chair. Britney could n't commend where it came from, dad 's chair had been a fixture in her home for as long as Daddy had been coming around. The black leather hot seat with the low blazonry. The rear reclined, but there was no metrical foot residuum that came up, like the typical lazy man 's chair, nor was it as big as those chairs. A foot rest like that would have gotten in the way. It sat off to the side of the living room, close to the front threshold. Not positioned well for watching tv. No one was allowed to sit in it except Daddy. Next to the chair was a small stand, made to hold a crown and trouser, like something seen in a ticket hotel. On the other side of the chair was a small table, with a drinking coaster ever present on the table. Sometimes when momma was n't looking, Britney would sit in the president. Once she had gotten caught and her female parent was none too well-chosen. She 'd gotten a swat on her ass and been sent to her way for her indiscretion. Over the years, the allure of sneaking a sit in the chairman had faded, now having just graduated from High School, Britney hardly paid attention to it. Except of course when papa came over.

Daddy was n't really her papa. He was a tall 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 make a face, one side of meat of his mouth going up and a stern look in his eyes. That was all that was ever needed to affect whatever change he expected from mom or Britney. Britney 's real Fatherhood was not a part of her life. He was `` pa '' because that is what her mother had always called him and how she had always referred to him. dada did n't live with them, but he came over for dinner, or took Mommy out on date and sometimes even slept over. Daddy would stop in more days than not.

Whenever Daddy 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 Lapplander. Daddy would come in, greet mum with a hug and candy kiss, and the same for Britney, if she was around, he 'd take his jacket, if he was wearing one, while mamma went to the kitchen to mix Daddy a deglutition. Daddy would robe his jacket over the stand next to the chair, then sit down as mommy brought in his drink. A unclutter glass with ice, some clear liquid and a refreshed gash of lime. The same beverage every time.
'' Here 's your drinkable dada '', she would say as she handed it to him. dada would set it on the coaster on the board as Mommy knelt at his feet and began to unlace his shoe. pappa would squeeze the lime into the deink and stir it as mommy removed his shoes and set them to the side. They never paid Britney any mind as they went through their modus operandi. Mommy would then unbuckle Daddy 's belt and with a slight assistant from papa, drag out his slacks and and boxers off his legs. Mommy would then neatly hang the trouser on the rack. pa would often unbutton his dress shirt as momma removed his socks. By this time, pop 's cock was usually standing tall and thick from his lap.

Sometimes pa would separate mom to pillage off her apparel, he 'd observe her and sip his potable, other times if they were going out and mamma was all made up, daddy would let her proceed her clothes on. Then as Mommy kneeled before the chair, dada would drape one leg over the chair 's arm and sip his drink as Mommy took his big dick into her mouth. mum would work out the lance, use her script to play with his testis, and suck on the head teacher of his peter.

Often, mom would ask Daddy for affair as she knelt before him, nibbling and stroking his cock.
'' pappa, I need a new frock for the party on Sabbatum, 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 mama begged, the more in all likelihood that whatever she had asked for would be in her wardrobe or driveway the future hebdomad. She would beg and twit him for several hour before papa would groan and crusade her head down onto his putz with one hand. Mommy knew it was time to get serious once Daddy did that. She 'd lead off sucking his stopcock in earnest. From that point on, Mommy would n't let Daddy 's stopcock out of her oral cavity until finished. Britney did n't know how she did it, but her mother would shit pop 's cock disappear down her throat. Her spit could be seen licking Daddy 's balls as she engulfed his peter. Her head would bob up and down as Daddy would groan and tell her what a `` serious girl '' she was. Sometimes he would harbour her read/write head down to his belly as he came deep in her throat, other clip she 'd just milk the top dog of his rooster as he came. Britney could see dada 's cock pulsate as he groaned, `` I 'm cumming child '', Mommy kept her lips wrapped tightly around brain of his tool until he relaxed into his chair.

When they were done, dada would finish his drink as Mommy licked up any cum that may bear escaped her greedy mouth. pop would take his prison term and finish his drunkenness, sometimes talking about terrestrial thing like there weather or late events, then get dressed and depending on the day, buss momma and Britney goodby, remove mommy out, or stay for dinner. But no matter, Daddy would not sit in the chair again until he wished for mama to kneel before him and service his cock.

Through the years Britney did n't pay often attention to Daddy and Mommy when he was in the president, but in the concluding yr, she 'd taken more of an interest in it. Britney 's puss would tingle and moisten now every prison term pappa came over, and she 'd been imagining what it would be like to lease momma 's place. She began to see carefully every step of their modus operandi. Britney had even discovered a dildo in her mother 's nightstand. it was shaped just like a real hammer, about the same size as the phallus, she saw protruding from Daddy 's lap so often. Britney would work out the rubber sex toy, unknowingly licking her mother 's dried cum from it, pretending she was licking dada 's cock. Britney wrapped her back talk around the dildo and tried to take it into her mouth was far as she could. She sucked on it the way she saw Mommy suck on papa, but could only get one-half of it in her lip before she started gagging. When she did play with it, her kitty-cat would throb and dribble, Britney would put one mitt in her panty and rub her pussy as she held the dildo with her former hand and sucked. She brought herself to many orgasm like this, always being careful not to get caught by her mother.

A couple sentence she was even bold face enough to use up the dildo to the chairperson, hold it on the tail end and kneel before it and soak up on it as she masturbated. She was always scared and excited when she did that, as the inaugural thing mummy would see if she came household, would be Britney 's bare ass and backrest of her head bobbing on a dildo in the president. Britney never got caught, but came close one day. Britney was on the brink of an orgasm when she heard keystone in the doorknob of the face door. She sprinted from the chair, dildo in hand and was able to throw away the dildo into her mother 's nightstand and make believe it to her room before her female parent gained entranceway. little did she make love, but her mother had been noting when her dildo had been moved, or was mysteriously cleaned, and had even noticed the occasional wet speckle on dada 's professorship and on the floor in front of it.

Then one day it all changed for Britney.

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

consequence after her mother had jumped into the rain shower, Daddy walked through the face doorway, he was quite dashing in his black black tie and bow tie, dressed for tonight 's visualise case.
'' Hi Britney '', he said with his usual smile and charm. `` Where 's your mother ? ``
'' Oh she 's in the shower, she said she 'll be out soon and told me to fix your drinking for you ''
'' Oh '' Daddy replied, a bit of a surprised expression on his face.
Britney went to the kitchen to make dad 's deglutition, as Daddy removed his jacket and hung it on the rack by his chair.

Britney took one of the tumblers of the boozing tray that was a permanent wave repair on the replication, she went to the fridge and dispensed ice into the methamphetamine, following her female parent 's routine, opened the vodka bottle and poured some over the ice. She then opened a small quinine water bottle and filled the glass up the rest of the way. Britney plucked a tonic lime from a pipe bowl and very carefully sliced a poor boy gratuitous. She split it and slid it onto the sharpness of the glass, took a intermixture rod and placed it in the drink. Britney stepped back and admired her oeuvre. perfective, just like Mommy did it.

Britney picked up the drink and walked to Daddy, he was seated in his president as she handed him his drink, `` your deglutition papa '', she said.
'' Thank you baby '', he replied
'' I hope i made it as good as mommy '' Britney stood in expectancy, worried she messed up as dada squeezed the lime, blend it into the drink and took his number one sip.
'' It 's perfect babe, you did a great job '' he said with a smile.
Britney blushed at the compliment, proud of her work and even more gallant that papa had called her baby for the first time.

'' Now help me with my shoes, child girl '', he said with a smiling as he took a instant so of his drink.
Britney felt like a foolish little girl, realizing she forgot dad liked to have his shoes taken off for him. Blushing further, she quickly knelt before papa and began unlacing the sheeny smuggled brake shoe he was wearing with his black tie. Once they were off his feet and set to the English, Britney was about to get up ...
'' And now the pants, child girl '' instructed Daddy.
Britney felt a lump form in her throat, she had n't considered this footmark, but she knew the act by fondness.
She reached up to find Daddy 's belt, but the tuxedo did not allow for whang, instead this large shiny band was around pop 's waist. He saw her confusion.
'' Let me assist '', he said, `` black tie are a bit wily ''
A here and now later, the cumberbund was draped over the rack and the clutch of pappa 's drawers were open.
'' Now, take off my pants like a good young woman '', he instructed.
Britney felt the profligate rush from her cheek and go straight to her pussy. She could feel herself getting wet and throbbing between her legs. She was about to see pop 's dick up close and personal. Would mom finish her shower before she got to see Daddy 's rooster from the front row, she hoped not.

Britney grabbed the side of meat of Daddy 's pant hooking her digit over both pants and silk Boxer and slowly drew them down. He lifted his pelvic arch off the chairman to help her. It seemed like time slowed to a crawl as Britney 's eyes transfixed on Daddy 's private parts. First the top of his close cropped pubic hair came into sentiment, Britney 's mouth began to weewee. Then she saw the base of his quill. His cock slowly becoming more endanger as she drew the pants further down. The earthly concern could be ending around her, but all of Britney 's stress was on seeing Daddy 's dick up close for the very initiatory fourth dimension. Her pantie were wet from her dripping pussy. Her back talk watered as if a juicy steak had been placed in front of her. She noticed the midst veins standing out on Daddy 's peter, the line where the color of his hide changed, then how his shaft narrowed slightly before the headspring. Suddenly Daddy 's peter sprang free people of his wearing apparel, making Britney jump and let out a small shrieking, as it almost struck her look. It stood grandiloquent, inches from her, twitching, and veiny, as thick as her lean wrists and as long as her caput. She was starring at it, the pant gripped in her fist, forgotten. A string of saliva dripped from the side of her mouth as she drooled at the visual modality of dada 's cock.
'' Baby girl '', Daddy 's vocalism suddenly breaking her stupefaction, `` finish taking my pant off, please ''. It was more command than question.
Britney blushed again, then quickly finished removing papa 's pants. Flustered, she folded the pants in half and draped them on the rack. daddy held up a fundament, when she finished, to indicate he was still wearing his socks. Britney, still on her genu removed the air-sleeve, then knelt, with hands on her knee joint looking up at daddy and his big throbbing cock. Awaiting farther instructions.
pop looked into Britney 's eye, noting the look of fascination and expectancy on her face. He lifted one knee up over the arm of his chairwoman, opening his articulatio coxae and sliding his ass and cock closer to the sharpness of the seat and Brittney 's face.
With his leg spread wide, Britney took in the full sight of Daddy 's shaft and balls. There was no haircloth on his shot or on his impenetrable ball sacking. His Ball looked so big, she could see pocket-sized nervure spider webbed across his scrotum and the abstract of each big testis beneath the thin skin of his sack. Almost unconsciously, she reached her hired hand up to fondle his prominent ballock. They felt heavy in her hand, she had n't expected that. But the tegument also felt soft to the touch. papa let out a small groan.
Britney looked up, realizing she had Daddy 's bollock in her hands.
'' Sorry, I should n't throw done that '' she said
'' It 's OK baby girl. You need to fetch up 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 daddy 's turncock for real. Her tongue came out of her sassing, drawn to the cleared fluid seeping from the slit atop Daddy 's shaft. 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 smack it. It was almost sweet, she decided she wanted more. Daddy looked on as Britney 's surprisingly long clapper licked around the tip of his cock, before she began dragging it up the entire underside of his cock. He continued to groan, her backtalk had n't even made touch with his prick yet.
Britney was in heaven just licking the yummy precum off Daddy 's dig, she was surprised how both severe and smooth his cock was. She could feel the venous blood vessel against her tongue, they felt huge to her tender member. She closed her center and licked down to his musket ball, then sucking a massive testicle into her mouth. One of her handwriting gripped the nucleotide of Daddy 's shaft, it was hot in her niggling script and her fingers barely encircled it 's girth. Daddy continued to moan and leak precum by the gallon as Britney, sucked one orchis and then the other into her mouth. Her clenched fist on his cock, squeezing pleasure from him. The cunning fille was lost in a frenzy of licking precum from his shaft and scrotum. Without even sucking on his cock, daddy was nearing an climax. Britney 's mind felt like a egg white twinkle had blotted out anything except Daddy 's shaft, her throbbing pussycat, and her oral cavity.

Britney dragged her tongue up Daddy 's cock one death clock time, collecting precum as she went, before her head came over the big soft cap. Her lips closed around his brain and she began to sop up Daddy 's precum straight from the source as her tongue flicked across the opening at the tip. She did n't turn down her head onto dada 's cock, so very much as she sucked his shaft into her. The suction pulling her head downward as all she could believe of doing was becoming one with the amazing cock in her mouth. Her pussy throbbed, each pulse Sir Thomas More acute than the finis as Britney sucked her face deeper onto dad 's pecker. Daddy 's moans continued to increase, Britney was in her own humankind of lust and pleasure. She was n't even mindful when Daddy 's cock entered her throat, all thought was to get every part of the rooster into her. Her pussycat continued to pulsate, her coming was begging to arrive, if only she could take a leak it. daddy 's turncock was now cutting off all air catamenia, but the joy was so acute she did n't agnise it. Finally her lips bottomed out on Daddy 's pelvic arch, her lingua continued to reach forward, looking for Sir Thomas More cock to swallow, but finding only daddy 's now tightened scrotum.

His eyes rolled into the rachis of his head as Daddy held Britney 's head impaled on his pecker and with a corking yell, pumped an unbelievable freight oceanic abyss into her throat.

Britney 's brain was intense pleasure and heartbeat of light, and then she felt it, pappa 's cock spasming and cum splashing rich in her throat. Her mind exploded with the most unbelievable orgasm of her life. She began thrashing as her pharynx and pussy contracted and convulsed. Her brain went mordant from the joy and lack of oxygen.

When next she came to, Daddy 's straits was leaned back in his chair, his chest panting and eyes closed, Britney 's head was resting on daddy 's leftfield thigh, his cock against her Kuki. Britney was panting audibly, as atomic number 8 slowly returned to her brainiac, her eubstance in a euphoric glow. pop 's drinkable sat mostly forgotten on the table. Something had roused her. It was her mother 's voice.

'' pa I 'm ready to go ''.

Britney 's centre flickered open, too weakly to move her head, she saw her mother, smiling, standing a few ft away, dressed to the nines, sparkling and fix for her night out.

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