Daddy 's extra electric chair. Britney could n't recall where it came from, Daddy 's death chair had been a fixture in her dwelling for as long as papa had been coming around. The shameful leather professorship with the low arms. The back reclined, but there was no animal foot rest that came up, like the typical lazy man 's chair, nor was it as big as those chairs. A fundament rest like that would have gotten in the way. It sat off to the side of the living room, close to the strawman door. Not positioned well for watching tv. No one was allowed to sit in it except Daddy. Next to the chair was a small pedestal, made to hold a crown and trousers, like something seen in a fine hotel. On the other position of the chair was a minuscule table, with a drink coaster ever lay out on the board. Sometimes when mamma was n't looking, Britney would sit in the chair. Once she had gotten caught and her mother was none too felicitous. She 'd acquire a swat on her ass and been sent to her room for her indiscretion. Over the years, the allure of sneaking a sit in the chair had faded, now having just graduated from High School, Britney hardly paid attention to it. Except of course when Daddy came over.

papa 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 face of his lip going up and a stern look in his eyes. That was all that was ever needed to affect whatever change he expected from mamma or Britney. Britney 's real Father of the Church was not a parting of her life. He was `` pappa '' because that is what her female parent 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 party, or took momma out on dates and sometimes even slept over. pappa would block off in Sir Thomas More Day than not.

Whenever pappa stopped in to see mama, whether it was to clean her up to go to the opera or just fillet by after piece of work, the number was always the Same. dad would come in, greet mommy 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 mammy went to the kitchen to mix dad a drink. Daddy would drape his jacket over the stand next to the chair, then sit down as mum brought in his drunkenness. A make glass with ice, some illuminate liquid and a novel slice of lime. The same drink every time.
'' Here 's your swallow Daddy '', she would say as she handed it to him. dad would set it on the coaster on the table as momma knelt at his fundament and began to unlace his shoes. daddy would shove the calcium hydrate into the deink and bring up it as mommy removed his shoes and set them to the side. They never paid Britney any mind as they went through their routine. momma would then unbuckle Daddy 's belt and with a little help from papa, drag his slacks and and bagger off his pegleg. Mommy would then neatly hang the pant on the rack. dada would often unbutton his dress shirt as Mommy removed his socks. By this time, dad 's cock was usually standing tall and thick from his lap.

Sometimes Daddy would tell mommy to strip off her clothes, 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 dress on. Then as mum kneeled before the chair, pop would clothe one leg over the chair 's arm and sip his drink as Mommy took his big cock into her mouth. Mommy would lick the shaft, use her bridge player to dally with his balls, and suck on the question of his turncock.

Often, ma would ask papa for thing as she knelt before him, nibbling and stroking his rooster.
'' pop, I need a new clothes for the party on Saturday, can i get one please ? ''. Or `` dada, 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 Mommy begged, the more likely that whatever she had asked for would be in her closet or driveway the next week. She would beg and badger him for various arcminute before Daddy would moan and push her head down onto his pecker with one hired hand. momma knew it was time to get serious once Daddy did that. She 'd begin sucking his shaft in earnest. From that peak on, Mommy would n't let pa 's cock out of her mouth until finished. Britney did n't live how she did it, but her mother would hit Daddy 's cock disappear down her throat. Her tongue could be seen licking Daddy 's testicle as she engulfed his shaft. Her head would bob up and down as daddy would groan and recount her what a `` in effect girl '' she was. Sometimes he would go for her head down to his breadbasket as he came deep in her pharynx, other metre 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 mouth wrapped tightly around head of his cock until he relaxed into his chair.

When they were done, Daddy would finish his drink as momma licked up any cum that may have escaped her greedy sassing. pa would take his time and stop his potable, sometimes talking about terrene thing like there weather or recent events, then get dressed and depending on the day, buss mommy and Britney goodbye, take momma out, or stay for dinner. But no matter, dada would not sit in the chair again until he wished for mom to kneel before him and service his cock.

Through the years Britney did n't pay much care to pop and ma when he was in the chair, but in the last year, she 'd taken more of an interest in it. Britney 's pussy would tingle and wash now every time Daddy came over, and she 'd been imagining what it would be like to take in mom 's station. She began to keep an eye on carefully every footstep of their bit. Britney had even discovered a dildo in her mother 's nightstand. it was shaped just like a real cock, about the same size as the phallus, she saw protruding from dada 's lap so often. Britney would lap the rubber sex toy, unknowingly licking her mother 's dried cum from it, pretending she was licking Daddy 's peter. 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 momma sucking on daddy, but could only get one-half of it in her mouth before she started gagging. When she did play with it, her pussy would throb and drip, Britney would put one hand in her scanty and rub her puss as she held the dildo with her other hand and sucked. She brought herself to many orgasms like this, always being heedful not to get caught by her female parent.

A couple times she was even bold face enough to take the dildo to the hot seat, hold it on the tush and kneeling before it and suck on it as she masturbated. She was always scared and excited when she did that, as the initiative matter mum would see if she came abode, would be Britney 's bare ass and rachis of her head bobbing on a dildo in the chair. Britney never got caught, but came close one day. Britney was on the verge of an orgasm when she heard keys in the doorhandle of the face door. She sprinted from the chair, dildo in script and was able to shake off the dildo into her mother 's nightstand and make it to her elbow room before her mother gained entryway. short did she know, 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 chairman and on the floor in front of it.

Then one day it all changed for Britney.

mammy was running late. mummy and Daddy were going into the city for a blowout event. mummy was flustered, she still had n't taken a shower and needed to get dressed and put her constitution on. pa was due to pick her up any minute.
'' Britney dear, could you do Mommy a Brobdingnagian party favour, I have to jump in the cascade, when dada gets here, could you make his drink for him and say 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 clock time.

Moments after her female parent had jumped into the shower, papa walked through the front room access, he was quite dashing in his Negroid tuxedo and bow tie, dressed for tonight 's fancy event.
'' Hi Britney '', he said with his common smiling 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 drink for you ''
'' Oh '' pa replied, a bit of a surprised look on his face.
Britney went to the kitchen to construct pa 's crapulence, as pa removed his jacket and hung it on the single-foot by his chair.

Britney took one of the tumblers of the deglutition tray that was a lasting fixity on the comeback, she went to the fridge and deal out ice into the looking glass, following her mother 's subroutine, opened the vodka bottle and poured some over the ice. She then opened a pocket-sized soda pop bottle and filled the methamphetamine up the rest of the way. Britney plucked a impertinent lime from a bowl and very carefully sliced a wedge relinquish. She split it and slid it onto the border of the methamphetamine, took a admixture rod and placed it in the drink. Britney stepped back and admired her oeuvre. Perfect, just like Mommy did it.

Britney picked up the drink and walked to Daddy, he was seated in his chair as she handed him his boozing, `` your drink daddy '', she said.
'' Thank you baby '', he replied
'' I hope i made it as full as mama '' Britney stood in prevision, worried she messed up as dada squeezed the calcium hydroxide, mixed it into the drink and took his first sip.
'' It 's perfect baby, you did a bully job '' he said with a smile.
Britney blushed at the compliment, proud of her employment and even more gallant that Daddy had called her baby for the first time.

'' Now help me with my shoes, babe girl '', he said with a smile as he took a irregular so of his drink.
Britney felt like a foolish girl, realizing she forgot Daddy liked to have his horseshoe taken off for him. Blushing further, she quickly knelt before daddy and began unlacing the shiny black shoes he was wearing with his black tie. Once they were off his foot and set to the side, Britney was about to get up ...
'' And now the drawers, child girl '' instructed Daddy.
Britney felt a oaf flesh in her pharynx, she had n't considered this pace, but she knew the routine by heart.
She reached up to bump dad 's whang, but the tux did not allow for belts, instead this bombastic bright stria was around Daddy 's waist. He saw her confusion.
'' Let me help '', he said, `` tuxedos are a bit sly ''
A mo later, the cumberbund was draped over the wheel and the clasps of Daddy 's gasp were open.
'' Now, contract off my trouser like a good miss '', he instructed.
Britney felt the rake upsurge from her boldness and go straight to her cunt. She could find herself getting wet and throbbing between her legs. She was about to see Daddy 's cock up close and personal. Would Mommy finish her rain shower before she got to see Daddy 's stopcock from the figurehead row, she hoped not.

Britney grabbed the slope of Daddy 's pants hooking her fingerbreadth over both bloomers and silk underdrawers and slowly drew them down. He lifted his rosehip off the electric chair to help her. It seemed like time slowed to a creeping as Britney 's oculus transfixed on dad 's genitals. First the top of his finis cropped pubic tomentum came into view, Britney 's sass began to body of water. Then she saw the radix of his lance. His shaft slowly becoming more exposed as she drew the drawers further down. The earth could be ending around her, but all of Britney 's focus was on seeing Daddy 's stopcock up close for the very first prison term. Her panty 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 cock, the line where the color of his pelt changed, then how his shaft narrowed slightly before the point. Suddenly Daddy 's cock sprang free of his clothes, making Britney jump and let out a diminished shriek, as it almost struck her face. It stood tall, column inch from her, twitching, and veiny, as thick as her thin wrists and as long as her school principal. She was starring at it, the gasp gripped in her fists, forgotten. A string of spit dripped from the side of meat of her mouth as she drooled at the sight of pop 's cock.
'' sister girl '', Daddy 's representative suddenly breaking her stupor, `` 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 pants in one-half and draped them on the wheel. Daddy held up a groundwork, when she finished, to suggest he was still wearing his windsock. Britney, still on her knee removed the air-sleeve, then knelt, with hands on her genu looking up at daddy and his big throbbing putz. Awaiting far instructions.
daddy looked into Britney 's eyes, noting the look of fascination and expectation on her face. He lifted one articulatio genus up over the arm of his chair, opening his pelvic arch and sliding his ass and cock closer to the bound of the can and Brittney 's side.
With his legs spread wide, Britney took in the full survey of Daddy 's putz and globe. There was no hair on his shaft or on his hard testis dismissal. His musket ball looked so big, she could see pocket-sized vena spider webbed across his scrotum and the outline of each big testicle beneath the thin pelt of his pocket. Almost unconsciously, she reached her handwriting up to caress his big bollock. They felt threatening in her bridge player, she had n't expected that. But the skin also felt diffuse to the contact. Daddy let out a humble groan.
Britney looked up, realizing she had papa 's balls in her hands.
'' Sorry, I should n't give done that '' she said
'' It 's OK child girl. You need to finish what you started now. ``
Britney gave a thin nod, and slowly leaned her oral sex forward.
This was it, she thought excitedly, she was finally going to get to suck in on Daddy 's cock for real. Her tongue came out of her sassing, drawn to the clear fluid seeping from the twat atop pa 's rooster. Her tongue snaked out, long like her mother 's, the tip of it made liaison with the precum before darting back into Britney 's mouth to taste it. It was almost scented, she decided she wanted more. Daddy looked on as Britney 's surprisingly recollective tongue licked around the tip of his putz, before she began dragging it up the entire underside of his stopcock. He continued to groan, her lips had n't even made middleman with his shaft yet.
Britney was in heaven just licking the yummy precum off Daddy 's shaft, she was surprised how both gruelling and smooth his cock was. She could feel the vein against her tongue, they felt huge to her sensitive appendage. She closed her eyes and licked down to his balls, then sucking a massive nut into her mouth. One of her hired hand gripped the base of dad 's peter, it was hot in her little deal and her fingers barely encircled it 's girth. pop continued to groan and leak precum by the gallon as Britney, sucked one testis and then the early into her oral cavity. Her fist on his prick, squeezing pleasance from him. The precious girl was lost in a frenzy of licking precum from his shaft and scrotum. Without even sucking on his rooster, Daddy was nearing an climax. Britney 's judgment felt like a White light had blotted out anything except Daddy 's prick, her throbbing cunt, and her oral fissure.

Britney dragged her lingua up Daddy 's hammer one live time, collecting precum as she went, before her head came over the orotund easygoing cap. Her lips closed around his head and she began to suck dad 's precum straight from the source as her knife flicked across the opening at the tip. She did n't depress her headland onto pappa 's rooster, so much as she sucked his turncock into her. The suck pulling her head downward as all she could recollect of doing was becoming one with the vex putz in her mouth. Her pussy throbbed, each pulse more vivid than the conclusion as Britney sucked her face deeper onto daddy 's cock. pappa 's moans continued to increase, Britney was in her own world of lust and delight. She was n't even aware when dad 's peter entered her throat, all thinking was to get every part of the cock into her. Her pussy continued to pulsate, her coming was begging to arrive, if only she could make it. Daddy 's tool was now cutting off all air flow, but the joy was so intense she did n't realize it. Finally her lips bottomed out on Daddy 's pelvis, her tongue continued to reach forward, looking for more prick to withdraw, but finding only Daddy 's now reduce scrotum.

His center rolled into the dorsum of his head as pa held Britney 's head impaled on his cock and with a great yell, pumped an incredible load deep into her throat.

Britney 's Einstein was intense pleasure and flashes of Christ Within, and then she felt it, pop 's cock spasming and cum splashing deep in her throat. Her judgment exploded with the most incredible climax of her life. She began thrashing as her throat and twat contracted and convulsed. Her brain went black from the pleasance and want of oxygen.

When next she came to, Daddy 's headspring was leaned back in his hot seat, his chest panting and eyes closed, Britney 's drumhead was resting on pop 's pass on thigh, his cock against her Chin. Britney was panting audibly, as oxygen slowly returned to her brainiac, her physical structure in a euphoric freshness. papa 's drink sat mostly forgotten on the table. Something had roused her. It was her mother 's vocalism.

'' dad I 'm ready to go ''.

Britney 's centre flickered open, too weak to move her head, she saw her female parent, smiling, standing a few feet away, dressed to the 9, sparkling and gear up for her night out.

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