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

Britney 03: The Party at Britney’s

... and swallowing around him.

"Trent, my little girl needs a fucking." Roger announced, standing with Katie in his arms. Trent wanted to laugh but it came out as a groan when the tip of his cock hit the back of Britney's throat.

"No daddy, please, not here." Katie whined.

Trent watched her closely, he couldn't wait until Roger was ready to share. "Take her into the guest bedroom, man. Up and to your left. Britney and I can certainly entertain ourselves, can't we little one?" Trent groaned, grabbing Britney by the chin and pulling her off his cock with a pop.

"Yes daddy." Britney's face was tear streaked and dripping with saliva.

Roger grinned. "Come on baby." Throwing Katie over his shoulder, he took the stairs two at a time.

Roger already knew what to do, it was all planned out. He would. bring her up to the guest room and fuck her senseless, but they'd be back in time to catch the main event.

In the meantime, Trent wrapped Britney's hair around his fist and began pumping her head up and down, pushing his cock further while she choked and sputtered. "That's a good fucking girl, Britty, choking on her daddy's cock." He grunted, raising his hips to get it even deeper. She'd gotten so good at taking it, Britney knew just when to breathe through her nose and not panic so she could avoid nodding off like she had at the beginning. Trent was so proud of his little cumslut, even if she wasn't yet keen on having her asshole fucked. It was fine, he wouldn't pretend ...

... he didn't also like it when she put up a little fight.

Just the thought of what was to come had Trent bucking his hips into her face as he groaned through his orgasm, his cum pulsing into his daughter's throat. This time, Britney caught it all, not a drip escaped her pretty pink lips.

When he caught his breath, Trent pulled Britney's mouth off him by her hair, turning her face to his. "You're a perfect little cocksleeve, Britty baby, you know that?"

Britney's eyes were heavy and she was still choking back breaths, her eyes streaked with mascara, but she grinned. "Thank you daddy."

"How's that plug feel in your asshole, kiddo?"

Britney grimaced as if she'd just remembered, her hips squirmed. "It still feels funny, daddy."

Trent reached to pry away her swimsuit so he could stick his fingers in there, nudging and yanking at the plug just enough so she could feel it stretching her, but not so it would pull free of her. "Daddy can't wait to fuck you here, little one." He could already feel his cock growing even though she'd only just drained him, just the thought of fucking her tight little hole had him ready to go again.

"But what if Katie or Uncle Roger see, daddy?" Britney whispered, her eyes darting to the stairs.

"What do you say we move to daddy's office, Britty?"

Britney nodded quickly. "Yes please."

Trent gave the plug one more pull before he let it rest back in her asshole, then he was striding to his office, Britney following close behind ...