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

Britney 03: The Party at Britney’s

... something about it made the fucking feel even better. He wasn't afraid to admit that he liked making her uncomfortable, he liked showing Britney who her body belonged to, and what he could do with it when he wanted to.

Before long Trent was groaning and jerking his hips as his cock spurted cum down his little girl's throat. Britney choked and coughed on it, swallowing some while letting far too much dribble over her big pink bottom lip and down her chin. When he finally let her head free, she was gasping and whimpering, her face tear streaked.

"Now Britty, what did daddy say about wasting his cum?" Trent asked seriously.

"That it's already being wasted by going down my throat instead of into my cunny, so I'm not to waste any more." She used a finger to scoop the cum from her chin and into her mouth.

"That's right. Don't make a habit of it."

"I'm sorry, daddy." Britney looked at the kitchen floor, Trent grinned.

"Daddy forgives you, this time. Come, I have something to give you but it's in my bedroom."

Britney followed her daddy up to his room. She hadn't been inside it since Tricia died, he always fucked her somewhere else--the living room after after he was home from work, her bedroom if it was late at night or she was already asleep--he could tell she felt weird being there. Trent walked straight to the nightstand that used to be just his, and opened the drawer to pull out his gift.

"What's that, daddy? It looks pretty."

"This is a butt plug, ...

... kiddo." Trent held the plug up, grinning. It was little and pink and had a butterfly on the end, Britney was right, it was pretty.

"What does that mean?" She shifted on her feet.

"Daddy's going to put this up your little asshole, Britty, so that it stretches a little bit. I'm going to fuck it later." He said it so matter of factly, he loved watching her mind try to sort through what he was telling her.

"That's not going to fit in my bum!"

"Oh, it absolutely is, little one. Now pull up your dress and bend over the bed." He grabbed a tube of lube from the same drawer, Britney looked even more confused.

She just stood there, staring at him. Like she couldn't understand it or she was too surprised to take it in.

"What did I just say to you, Britney?" His tone was serious.

Britney flinched and rushed to the bed, lifting her skirt and bending over it. "Sorry, daddy."

"That's right. You listen to your daddy and present yourself when you're asked.

"Yes, daddy."

Trent was behind her now, running a hand over one of her cheeks and squeezing it, hard. He pulled them apart, breathing on her pucker, it made Britney squirm. He didn't waste any time, Trent squirted lube on the plug and on one finger that he pressed into his little girl's tight little asshole, before pulling it free and shoving the plug in it's place. Britney gasped and cried out, gulping in air at the surprise intrusion.

"Daddy, it stings."

"I know it does, kiddo, but if daddy didn't put the ...