Britney 03: The Party at Britney’s - Sex Stories

Britney 03: The Party at Britney’s

... event, a way to ease the girls into the idea that the two best friends were both being used by their fathers, that they were both their fathers' little cocksleeves. If they got used to the concept of being so public--at least, in their very specific social circle--the girls would more easily take to the idea of being shared. It had been Roger's idea, no surprise, to ease them into it. Trent had been ready to slam Britney's little cunny down on his friend's cock and wrap Katie's pretty blonde hair around his fist while he fucked her from behind. Roger, though, insisted on a bit more tact.

"Morning, daddy!" Britney bounded into the kitchen where Trent was sipping his coffee at the table.

"Morning, kiddo."

"What time are Katie and Uncle Roger coming over?"

Trent smiled, he'd never loved it so much, that both his daughter and Katie had taken to referring to their dads' best friends as 'uncle' despite the lack of relation. Maybe he could get Katie calling his dad papa just like Britney did... Trent groaned into his coffee cup before he replied. "Not till noon."

Britney sighed when she glanced at the clock to see it was only ten in the morning.

"Don't worry, little one, daddy's got a way to pass the time."

She looked at him, chewing on her bottom lip. She wasn't new at this, she knew what that meant. "How do you want me, daddy?"

Trent grinned, she'd taken to him so well, they'd been fucking over a month and he couldn't have been prouder of his little girl. ...

... "Come suck daddy's cock while I finish my coffee and the paper, then we've got some things to do upstairs." His hands were already moving to his slacks, unzipping them to pull his already hardening cock free.

Britney nodded, falling to her knees before him and wrapping her little hands around his length. She sucked him right down, exactly as he'd taught her, humming and swallowing as her mouth filled with saliva.

"Don't make a mess on daddy's pants." He told her sternly.

Britney mumbled around his dick and shifted so that she didn't drip any spit on the fabric. He could've made her easier on her and pulled them down, but she had to get used to this. He wanted to take her to the hospital soon, Take Your Daughter to Work Day was coming up and if Britney was going to suck him off in his office, maybe even get railed in an empty operating room if he was lucky, she was going to need to learn to be tidy.

He made a point to hold out on her, not giving her any indication that he was enjoying fucking her throat. Instead he sipped his coffee and flipped the page of the paper, not that he'd read a word of it. Trent did that as long as he could, but finally he'd held back long enough.

When Britney increased her suction, Trent groaned and threw his head back, abandoning his coffee and wrapping his hand around his daughter's skull, shoving her head down on his cock so she sputtered and choked, hands slapping at his thighs. He'd thought about telling her not to do that, but ...