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

Britney 03: The Party at Britney’s

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Trent's office was close to the stairs and as soon as they reached his door, he could hear the sounds of Roger fucking Katie upstairs. He was really going at her, by the sounds of it, the bed was slamming into the wall, punctuated by Roger's low grunts and Katie's high pitched cries and whimpers. Trent's cock grew even harder when he realized he could even hear some of Roger's muffled words to his step-daughter. "My perfect little cocksleeve." Roger hummed, just as the bed hit the wall with another loud thud. "Such a good little cumslut, you know that?" Trent laughed, pausing at his office door to keep listening. "You've made such a mess of your daddy." Roger told her, and Trent heard Katie whimper in reply. He could only imagine how tight her little cunt was around her daddy's cock.

Finally, Trent realized he'd been standing there too long. Glancing at Britney he saw her eyes wide, she was staring at the stairs no doubt listening to her friend get fucked by her father just as he had.

"Come on baby, take off that suit and bend over daddy's desk." He pushed her gently into the office, closing over the door just enough that she wouldn't question it, but not enough that Roger wouldn't hear them when he came back down.

Britney was so taken aback by what she'd heard that she didn't question him at all, just stumbled to the desk, peeled off her swimsuit, and bent over the desk to press her naked tits to the cold wood. She hissed at the contact.

Trent stood back ...

... for a moment, taking his daughter in. Her plump little ass was on display, the butterfly plug glimmering at him like an invitation. Her little pussy, too, was nice and visible in the position, how wet she was was more than obvious, it was dripping down her thigh. The rum had clearly done it's job, she had a little smile on her face and her eyes were glassy.

"How are you feeling, little one?"

Britney hummed before she replied. "Good, daddy. Will you be gentle?"

"No, baby, but don't worry, daddy knows how to make sure he doesn't hurt you for real, okay? You know daddy loves you." Britney sighed and nodded, her cheek stilled pressed to the desk. "Okay daddy."

Trent grinned, his cock was rock hard now, pressed to his stomach and throbbing. "Good girl." Then his hands were on her, one hand pulling the butterfly free of her little asshole to leave it gaping just a little, and the other dragging fingers through her wet little pussy to rub the juices in its place. She was wet enough to lube herself up real nicely. "You're already doing great, Britty."

Britney giggled. "Thanks daddy." He gave her clit a few good rubs, it didn't take much to have her moaning for more.

Pulling away, Trent rubbed more of his little girl's pussy juice onto his cock until it was glistening, then guided it into place. "Are you ready, kiddo?" He didn't wait for her reply, it didn't really matter anyway. Instead he pushed the head of his cock into the tight ring of muscle. He groaned at the ...