dad 's special chairman. Britney could n't remember where it came from, pappa 's chairman had been a fixture in her place for as long as Daddy had been coming around. The opprobrious leather chair with the low blazon. The back reclined, but there was no foot rest that came up, like the distinctive lazy man 's chair, nor was it as big as those electric chair. A foot rest like that would receive gotten in the way. It sat off to the side of the aliveness room, close to the front room access. 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 jacket and trousers, like something seen in a fine hotel. On the other face of the death chair was a small tabular array, with a boozing coaster ever present on the table. Sometimes when Mommy was n't looking, Britney would sit in the professorship. Once she had gotten caught and her mother was none too felicitous. She 'd bewilder a swat on her ass and been sent to her room for her injudiciousness. Over the years, the allurement of sneaking a sit in the chair had faded, now having just graduated from High schooling, Britney hardly paid attention to it. Except of course when Daddy came over.

Daddy was n't really her daddy. He was a marvellous 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 expression, one side of his mouth going up and a stern feeling in his eyes. That was all that was ever needed to bear upon whatever variety he expected from ma or Britney. Britney 's real number father was not a persona of her life. 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 be with them, but he came over for dinner, or took Mommy out on particular 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 peck her up to go to the opera or just stopping by after work, the routine was always the same. papa would get in, greet mommy with a hug and osculation, and the Lapp for Britney, if she was around, he 'd hit his cap, if he was wearing one, while Mommy went to the kitchen to mix Daddy a drink. pappa would drape his crown over the stand next to the professorship, then sit down as Mommy brought in his drinkable. A straighten out glassful with ice, some clear up liquidity and a fresh slice of lime tree. The Lapp drink every time.
'' Here 's your beverage Daddy '', she would say as she handed it to him. Daddy would set it on the coaster on the table as Mommy knelt at his metrical foot and began to unlace his shoe. Daddy would squeeze the calcium oxide into the deink and shake up it as ma removed his shoes and set them to the side. They never paid Britney any head as they went through their subroutine. Mommy would then unbuckle Daddy 's belt and with a little help from dad, drag his slacks and and shorts off his legs. Mommy would then neatly hang the pants on the single-foot. dada would often unbutton his clothes shirt as Mommy removed his sock. By this metre, Daddy 's cock was usually standing tall and midst from his lap.

Sometimes Daddy would tell mommy to strip off her clothes, he 'd look on her and sip his drink, early time if they were going out and Mommy was all made up, Daddy would let her continue her clothes on. Then as Mommy kneeled before the electric chair, pappa would robe one leg over the chairman 's arm and sip his drink as ma took his big cock into her rima oris. ma would lick the shaft, use her hand to play with his balls, and suck on the head of his cock.

Often, Mommy would ask pa for things as she knelt before him, nibbling and stroking his cock.
'' Daddy, I need a new frock for the company 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 to a greater extent mamma begged, the more in all likelihood that whatever she had asked for would be in her closet or driveway the next week. She would beg and card him for various minutes before pappa would moan and crowd her head word down onto his hammer with one manus. mum knew it was fourth dimension to get serious once Daddy did that. She 'd begin sucking his cock in earnest. From that point on, Mommy would n't let dad 's cock out of her rima oris until finished. Britney did n't make out how she did it, but her mother would make pappa 's cock disappear down her throat. Her tongue could be seen licking Daddy 's balls as she engulfed his cock. Her mind would bob up and down as daddy would groan and recount her what a `` beneficial lady friend '' she was. Sometimes he would accommodate her head down to his breadbasket as he came deep in her throat, other times she 'd just milk the head of his cock as he came. Britney could see dad 's putz pulsate as he groaned, `` I 'm cumming child '', Mommy kept her lips wrapped tightly around school principal of his cock until he relaxed into his chair.

When they were done, Daddy would stop his drinkable as Mommy licked up any cum that may have escaped her greedy rima oris. Daddy would submit his time and finish his drink, sometimes talking about mundane things like there weather or Holocene epoch events, then get dressed and depending on the day, kiss mommy and Britney goodbye, ask mommy out, or remain for dinner. But no matter, Daddy would not sit in the chairperson again until he wished for mama to kneel before him and service his cock.

Through the years Britney did n't pay much attention to dada and Mommy when he was in the chair, but in the last year, she 'd taken Thomas More of an pastime in it. Britney 's puss would prickle and moisten now every time dada came over, and she 'd been imagining what it would be like to postulate mommy 's office. She began to watch carefully every step of their routine. Britney had even discovered a dildo in her mother 's nightstand. it was shaped just like a real cock, about the Lapp size of it as the phallus, she saw protruding from dad 's lap so often. Britney would thrash the safety sex toy, unknowingly licking her female parent 's dried cum from it, pretending she was licking Daddy 's cock. Britney wrapped her lips 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 Daddy, but could only get half of it in her oral cavity before she started gagging. When she did dally with it, her pussycat would throb and drop, Britney would put one paw in her panties and rub her pussy as she held the dildo with her other hand and sucked. She brought herself to many orgasms like this, always being deliberate not to get caught by her female parent.

A couple times she was even bluff enough to take the dildo to the chairperson, hold it on the seat and kneel before it and imbibe on it as she masturbated. She was always scared and excited when she did that, as the number one thing mom would see if she came home plate, would be Britney 's bare ass and spine of her head bobbing on a dildo in the chair. Britney never got trance, but came close one day. Britney was on the sceptre of an orgasm when she heard samara in the doorknob of the front threshold. She sprinted from the president, dildo in hand and was able to degenerate the dildo into her mother 's nightstand and ca-ca it to her room before her female parent gained unveiling. Little did she cognize, but her mother had been noting when her dildo had been moved, or was mysteriously cleaned, and had even noticed the episodic wet smudge on dada 's chair and on the floor in front of it.

Then one day it all changed for Britney.

Mommy was running late. mum and Daddy were going into the city for a gala affair event. mama was flustered, she still had n't taken a exhibitor and needed to get dressed and put her makeup on. Daddy was due to clean her up any mo.
'' Britney honey, could you do Mommy a huge party favour, I have to jump in the cascade, when Daddy gets here, could you take a shit his drink for him and say him i will be out in a minute ? ``
'' O.K. Mommy '', Britney replied, slightly surprised. She 'd never made dad 's drink before, but had seen it done a thousand times.

Moments after her mother had jumped into the shower, dad walked through the front threshold, he was quite dashing in his melanise tuxedo and bow tie, dressed for tonight 's fancy case.
'' Hi Britney '', he said with his usual smile and magic spell. `` Where 's your mother ? ``
'' Oh she 's in the shower, she said she 'll be out soon and told me to fix your drink for you ''
'' Oh '' Daddy replied, a bit of a surprised feeling on his face.
Britney went to the kitchen to make up pa 's drink, as Daddy removed his jacket and hung it on the rack by his chair.

Britney took one of the tumbler of the drink tray that was a permanent wave fixture on the counter, she went to the fridge and dish out ice into the Methedrine, following her mother 's routine, opened the vodka feeding bottle and poured some over the ice. She then opened a small-scale tonic bottle and filled the glass up the rest of the way. Britney plucked a unfermented lime from a sports stadium and very carefully sliced a wedge free. She split it and slid it onto the edge of the glass, took a mix rod and placed it in the drunkenness. Britney stepped back and admired her work. perfect, just like mammy did it.

Britney picked up the potable and walked to dad, he was seated in his professorship as she handed him his drink, `` your drink 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 Daddy squeezed the linden tree, amalgamate it into the drink and took his first sip.
'' It 's everlasting baby, you did a dandy job '' he said with a smile.
Britney blushed at the compliment, proud of her oeuvre and even more gallant that dada had called her baby for the first of all time.

'' Now help me with my shoes, sister girlfriend '', he said with a smiling as he took a 2d so of his drink.
Britney felt like a anserine girl, realizing she forgot pop liked to have his place taken off for him. Blushing further, she quickly knelt before Daddy and began unlacing the lustrous black place he was wearing with his tuxedo. Once they were off his feet and set to the side, Britney was about to get up ...
'' And now the pant, baby girl '' instructed Daddy.
Britney felt a oaf frame in her pharynx, she had n't considered this step, but she knew the function by warmheartedness.
She reached up to detect Daddy 's belt, but the tuxedo did not allow for belts, instead this vauntingly sheeny banding was around Daddy 's waistline. He saw her confusion.
'' Let me help '', he said, `` black tie are a bit knavish ''
A moment later, the cumberbund was draped over the stand and the clutches of daddy 's pants were open.
'' Now, take off my drawers like a good fille '', he instructed.
Britney felt the blood rush from her nerve and go straight to her pussy. She could palpate herself getting wet and throbbing between her ramification. She was about to see pa 's putz up close and personal. Would mammy eat up her shower before she got to see Daddy 's cock from the strawman row, she hoped not.

Britney grabbed the side of Daddy 's bloomers hooking her fingers over both pants and silk Boxer and slowly drew them down. He lifted his pelvic girdle off the chair to help her. It seemed like time slowed to a creeping as Britney 's eyes transfixed on Daddy 's crotch. number one the top of his end cropped pubic whisker came into position, Britney 's lip began to water. Then she saw the understructure of his shaft. His cock slowly becoming more peril as she drew the gasp further down. The globe could be ending around her, but all of Britney 's focus was on seeing Daddy 's tool up close for the very first time. Her scanty were wet from her dripping pussy. 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 prick, the line where the color of his hide changed, then how his shaft narrowed slightly before the head. Suddenly papa 's turncock sprang innocent of his clothes, making Britney saltation and let out a small shriek, as it almost struck her face. It stood tall, inches from her, twitching, and veiny, as thick as her slenderize wrists and as long as her heading. She was starring at it, the drawers gripped in her fist, forgotten. A string of saliva dripped from the English of her mouth as she drooled at the pile of Daddy 's turncock.
'' child girl '', Daddy 's voice suddenly breaking her stupor, `` finish taking my pants off, please ''. It was more command than question.
Britney blushed again, then quickly finished removing dada 's trouser. Flustered, she folded the pants in half and draped them on the rack. pappa held up a foot, when she finished, to indicate he was still wearing his socks. Britney, still on her knees removed the wind cone, then knelt, with paw on her genu looking up at dada and his big throb cock. Awaiting further instructions.
Daddy looked into Britney 's eyes, noting the face of fascination and expectation on her font. He lifted one stifle up over the arm of his chairperson, opening his pelvic arch and sliding his ass and tool closer to the border of the tail end and Brittney 's case.
With his legs spread wide, Britney took in the full hatful of pop 's stopcock and clod. There was no hairsbreadth on his shaft or on his heavy egg release. His lump looked so big, she could see small vena spider webbed across his scrotum and the synopsis of each big nut beneath the thin skin of his release. Almost unconsciously, she reached her mitt up to fondle his large balls. They felt heavy in her hand, she had n't expected that. But the skin also felt easy to the touch. Daddy let out a minor 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 girlfriend. You need to finish what you started now. ``
Britney gave a slight nod, and slowly leaned her foreland forward.
This was it, she thought excitedly, she was finally going to get to suck on pa 's cock for real. Her tongue came out of her mouth, drawn to the clear fluid seeping from the slit atop Daddy 's tool. Her glossa snaked out, long like her mother 's, the tip of it made contact with the precum before darting back into Britney 's backtalk to taste it. It was almost unfermented, she decided she wanted more. Daddy looked on as Britney 's surprisingly long 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 rim had n't even made contact with his rooster yet.
Britney was in Eden just licking the yummy precum off pop 's gibe, she was surprised how both heavy and smooth his cock was. She could feel the nervure against her tongue, they felt Brobdingnagian to her sore appendage. She closed her optic and licked down to his egg, then sucking a massive egg into her back talk. One of her hand gripped the understructure of Daddy 's peter, it was hot in her petty handwriting and her finger barely encircled it 's girth. pop continued to groan and leak precum by the gallon as Britney, sucked one ball and then the former into her rima oris. Her fist on his prick, squeezing joy from him. The cute missy was lost in a hysteria of licking precum from his pecker and scrotum. Without even sucking on his cock, dad was nearing an orgasm. Britney 's mind felt like a white ignitor had blotted out anything except pappa 's cock, her throbbing twat, and her mouth.

Britney dragged her tongue up Daddy 's cock one finally time, collecting precum as she went, before her head came over the large easy cap. Her lips closed around his head and she began to suck Daddy 's precum straight from the reservoir as her lingua flicked across the opening at the tip. She did n't bring down her oral sex onto Daddy 's cock, so often as she sucked his cock into her. The suction pulling her head teacher downward as all she could cerebrate of doing was becoming one with the amazing cock in her mouth. Her pussy throbbed, each pulse more intense than the last as Britney sucked her face deeper onto pa 's pecker. dad 's moan continued to increase, Britney was in her own human race of lust and joy. She was n't even aware when Daddy 's cock entered her throat, all thought process was to get every part of the rooster into her. Her pussy continued to pulsate, her orgasm was begging to make it, if only she could nominate it. pop 's cock was now cutting off all air flow rate, but the pleasure was so intense she did n't agnize it. Finally her mouth bottomed out on Daddy 's hip, her tongue continued to contact forward, looking for more than cock to swallow up, but finding only pa 's now tightened scrotum.

His eyes rolled into the back of his foreland as Daddy held Britney 's question impaled on his cock and with a big call, pumped an unbelievable onus deep into her throat.

Britney 's brainiac was vivid pleasure and flashes of lighter, and then she felt it, dada 's cock spasming and cum splashing deep in her pharynx. Her idea exploded with the most incredible orgasm of her life. She began thrashing as her throat and twat contracted and convulsed. Her brain went disgraceful from the pleasance and want of oxygen.

When next she came to, pa 's head was leaned back in his chairperson, his chest of drawers panting and centre closed, Britney 's fountainhead was resting on Daddy 's provide thigh, his stopcock against her chin. Britney was panting audibly, as oxygen slowly returned to her nous, her body in a euphoric glow. pappa 's crapulence sat mostly forgotten on the table. Something had roused her. It was her mother 's vocalism.

'' Daddy I 'm quick to go ''.

Britney 's eyes flickered open up, too weak to move her question, she saw her mother, smiling, standing a few ft away, dressed to the club, sparkling and quick for her Nox out.

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