**Britney's new life with her daddy really begins. She's taught his expectations and the role she's going to have in their house. Trent's friend Roger comes over with Charles for a game of poker, they have a serious conversation about the tradition.** THIS CHAPTER/ENTIRE STORYLINE FEATURES RELUCTANCE/ELEMENTS OF NONCONSENT. If you don't like that, don't read it (it's right there in the tags, come on...yes this is for the person who was angry/offensive in the comments of Britney 01 despite it too having those tags).
**While this series can be read on it's own, the series is entwined with my Katie series and is a sort of prequel to Katie #1.**
**This is an exploration into my specific kink, the stuff I want to read about... Basically I've been reading on this site for years and finally decided to write the thing I've always wanted to find. This is fantasy, fiction, kink, it is not and should not be considered anything other than horrifying when thinking of real life and real people. The fun of fiction is you get to write or read whatever fucked up shit you want, because it's not real. I'm writing this because *I* think it's hot, not because it's realistic.**
**These characters are not remotely realistic (thank god) and I like them that way. If that's not for you then *shrug* but please don't comment with offensive language, they will be deleted. This is erotica, I don't like realistic characters, I want them clueless and over the top absurd. If you don't that's your business. Everyone has a right to their own opinion but offensive comments or those angry about content I explicitly warned about will be deleted. Chapter 2 of a long series.**
When Trent got home from work, his freshly eighteen year old daughter Britney was waiting for him just as he'd instructed: bent over the back of living room couch with her school skirt flipped up and no panties. The entrance to their three story home--some might call it a McManson, but Trent hated the term--lead to the living room, so it didn't take long for him to reach her and in that time he'd already freed his throbbing cock from his pants.
"Oh Britty, daddy's so proud of you for doing as you were told." He ran a finger through the lips of her pussy, she was even a little wet. "Are you ready for daddy's cock, kiddo?"
"Yes daddy."
"Good girl." Trent told her as he thrust himself to the hilt.
It had taken them a few days to get to that point. After Britney took her papa's load down her throat in her bedroom, he'd tried to explain a little more about their new lives all together. Just like Charles had done with his own daughters, Trent would begin using Britney's body as god intended. She would service him as he required, offer him whatever hole he wished to use, and she would always be available to him. The same would go for her papa when he came by, and might eventually extend to some of daddy's friends.
Britney had been hesitant, it all felt so wrong. She didn't know much about sex but what she did know was that it wasn't meant to happen between daddies and their daughters. Her papa had tried to assure her that that was just some peoples' opinion, and that their own family was proof that daughters were meant to be used by their daddies, but it had taken a lot of convincing. Eventually Britney had relented, but both Charles and Trent knew she wasn't happy about it. They'd get her there, though. The two of them had spoken after Britney went to sleep, making a plan of action. They would have to be consistent: from that day on, Trent would take Britney at least twice a day, in the morning before work, and after. He'd pop her cherry within a couple of days so it wasn't drawn out, and so that he had two different holes to use, but it would be a little while before he took her asshole. They'd let her build up some trust first, they could give her that much. Along the way, Charles would come by as often as possible to use Britney for himself. Trent would get all her firsts, he insisted, but Charles would be there to continue breaking her in.
So the next morning Trent had knocked on Britney's door right after her alarm, and after only a little bit of her whining and him convincing, she'd sucked his cock until he blew his load down her throat. When he came home from work that evening, they'd gone through a very similar rigamarole before, again, Britney had sucked him down her throat. She was made for him, Trent was convinced. He'd never felt a tighter, hotter throat, never been so turned on by the sounds of a woman choking and gurgling on cock and cum. Making Britney his little cocksleeve was the best decision he'd ever made and it wouldn't be long before she was on board completely.
Trent had spoken a little with his dad about protection, too, in advance of popping Britney's cherry. Charles had always used it with his own daughters, but Trent found himself surprisingly interested in foregoing it altogether. The idea that he could put a baby in his little girl was just too tempting. He'd even called his sister, Christine, to ask her a favour. Christine and her wife, Kathy, had struggled for a long time to find a surrogate. They'd finally had one daughter, Ginny, who was nearly Britney's age now, but they'd always talked about having another child. As he'd hoped, Chrissy was thrilled with the idea: if and when Trent got Britney pregnant, they'd take the baby to raise as their own. Trent didn't want Britney to be a mom just yet, she was far too young, but he also found the idea that he could breed her to be too appealing to pass up.
With that decided, he'd popped her cherry the next day.
"It's time, kiddo." Trent had said as he stood in the doorway to Britney's bedroom with his hands on his hips. He'd already given her a load down her throat that morning, and another when he got home from a long day at the hospital where he was a surgeon, but he needed more. He wasn't going to wait any longer.
"Do we have to daddy?" Britney looked up from her computer, she was finishing up her homework.
"Yes, Britty, we have to. The sooner daddy pops your cherry, the sooner you'll learn to love it. I'll even get you ready first, I promise. Now no more talking, get those undies off. You're not to wear any panties in the house from now on, okay?"
Britney sighed and put her computer on the table next to her bed. "Yes daddy." She scrambled to peel away her little pink panties and tossed them on the floor next to the bed.
"Good girl, now lie back and spread your legs. Daddy brought a toy to get your pussy nice and wet." He pulled something out of his back pocket, it was a little pink bullet vibrator. Britney had never seen anything like it before, but Trent was eager to see how she'd handle it.
Once she'd spread her legs and her little pink pussy was bared before him, he turned the bullet on and pressed the tip to her clit. Britney shrieked and jumped, pulling back.
"Now now, you have to stay still or daddy will have to hold you down. Can you do that for me?"
Britney was breathing fast, her eyes were wide. But Trent could tell already that she wanted more of the vibrator. She scooched back down the bed to where she'd been and he pressed the bullet to her clit. Immediately, she was writhing and moaning, panting. "Daddy what's happening?!"
"Daddy's making your pussy feel good, doesn't it feel good?"
"Yes!" She gasped and he pressed the tip into her just a little, running it between her virgin hole and her clit.
"See, it's not so bad is it? When daddy pops your cherry you'll feel good like this too, after a little while. And when you're all broken in and used to me, you'll crave it when daddy needs to put a load of his cum in your pussy."
She mewled, louder now. "Okay, daddy."
Trent could tell she was close to cumming, so he pressed the vibrator against the length of her, holding it there until she was crying out and drenching his hand with her juices. He let out a long groan as he watched her pussy pulse and flutter. "That's a good girl, now you're ready for your daddy."
