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

Britney 03: The Party at Britney’s

... This set Trent off, he bucked into her wildly, grunting and groaning as his cum pulsed into Britney's bowels. When he came down from the high, Trent realized that Britney's body had gone limp under him, he had to hold her hips up so her legs didn't collapse beneath her. Still gasping for breath, Trent laughed and asked Roger: "She pass out?"

His friend peered around the Britney's face, pressed to the desk. "Sure did."

Roger was saying something to Katie again, probably reassuring her that her friend was just fine, she just couldn't handle all the feelings her daddy was giving her. That's how he would've phrased it, at least. But Trent wasn't paying much attention, he was still too distracted by his little girl. His cock was lodged deep in her asshole and he just stared at her, watching her body move with soft, steady breaths. Fuck, she'd taken him so well. Even though she was out cold, Trent leaned over her, pressing his body to hers so he could whisper in her ear. "Daddy's so proud of you, little one. Love you." Then he pressed a quick kiss to the back of her neck.

He had to hold Britney up while he pulled his softened cock out of her asshole, he shifted her further onto the desk so it held her weight. The slurping, suctioning sound it made as he pulled out was almost enough to get Trent hard again, he was laughing to himself as he watched the slow pull of her pink flesh, the rush of cream that dribbled down her legs. He made a mental note to give her pussy ...

... another load later that night, he didn't want to waste too much in her bowels when he could be breeding his little girl. It was slowly becoming his obsession, the idea of filling her with his seed and watching it take root.

"We're going to head out, man, you guys good?" Roger was talking to him, Trent realized, finally pulling his gaze away from his daughter's sleeping form.

"Yeah, we're good." He grinned wide.

Roger laughed and nodded, ushering Katie from the room. She watched Britney closely, but seemed to have been convinced that her friend was just fine, she was only sleeping. When he heard the front door shut behind them, Trent gathered Britney's little body in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. It wasn't the first time he'd been so rough with her, and Trent rarely concerned himself with what happened after he'd cum, but he had the urge to clean her up this time, to polish her like a pretty, shiny penny.

Britney slept through the running of the bath, the warm water slowly raising around her while Trent watched carefully. He had time to kill, so he spent it kneading and twisting on her little teenage tits, they weren't even a handful, they reminded him how fresh and young she was. Eighteen was the best age. His perfect little girl.

Finally, when Britney was surrounded by the hot water, her eyes fluttered open, searching. "Daddy?" Her voice was hoarse and cracked on the word.

"Daddy's here, little one." He brushed her hair out of her eyes.

Britney's ...