Britney 04: A Day in Britney's Life - Sex Stories

Britney 04: A Day in Britney's Life

... now.

Britney sighed. "Yes daddy."

"Good, now come sit on my cock." He rolled his chair back to make room, and in the process showing his daughter just how ready her daddy's cock already was.

Trent's office was typical for a man like him, a surgeon who'd made himself a comfortable living and bought a comfortable home for his family. It was full of dark woods and his desk was monstrous. These days, he couldn't look at it without remembering the feel of his daughter's asshole wrapped around his cock. He groaned just thinking of it, Britney just having reached him. She carefully climbed onto his cock so she was facing him, putting her arms around her shoulders and letting him guide it into her wet and waiting pussy. She was right, it was hot. Trent groaned and shut his eyes as she slid down his shaft. She let out a huff of air when he bottomed out inside her, letting her weight rest on his lap.

"Fuck that's a tight little cunny, baby. Daddy loves you." He took her hips and starting slowly pumping her up and down his cock.

"Daddy, can I ask you a question?" Britney's head was resting on his shoulder, just like she used to do when he held her when she was little. What a different experience it was now.

"Of course you can, kiddo." Trent kept up a slow, gentle rhythm. He was in no rush, it had been a while since they'd really talked anyway. He had to remind himself, sometimes, that he needed to parent Britney just as much as he needed to fuck her. She might be ...

... eighteen, but she was fresh and still figuring things out. Hell, she hadn't even graduated high school yet!

"Katie and I were talking today."

"I bet you girls have lots to catch up on, now that both your daddies are teaching you how to be good little cumsluts."

Britney smiled into his shoulder. "We did."

"So what's got you worried, Britty?" He asked over the slap of her little ass on his thighs.

"Well, Katie mentioned that she was going to ask her daddy to put her on the pill, since she doesn't want to have a baby."

At this, Trent held Britney's hips around him, grinding his cock deep into her tight little pussy while she groaned and her eyes rolled back. He'd have to talk to Roger about this later. "And what did you say to that?"

"Well, I..." Britney stopped herself, hiding her face in her daddy's shoulder. "I hadn't really thought that was possible, cause you're my daddy."

Trent chuckled, pulling her up to thrust again, building back the rhythm and savouring the drag of his little girl's cunny. "And now?"

"Now I'm worried, daddy."

"You don't want to have daddy's baby?" He made sure to sound as pathetic as he could.

Britney's breath caught, he could tell he was having the intended effect. Besides, the fucking was starting to get to her, with every deep thrust she was whimpering louder, her pussy clenching around him as she got closer to cumming. Britney didn't always cum when he fucked her, but it had occurred to Trent recently that she was more ...