Daddy’s Chair_(0)

Daddy’s special chair. Britney couldn’t remember where it came from, Daddy’s chair had been a fixture in her home for as long as Daddy had been coming around. The black leather chair with the low arms. The back reclined, but there was no foot rest that came up, like the typical lazy man’s chair, nor was it as big as those chairs. A foot rest like that would have gotten in the way. It sat off to the side of the living room, close to the front door. Not positioned well for watching tv. No one was allowed to sit in it except Daddy. Next to the chair was a small stand, made to hold a jacket and trousers, like something seen in a fine hotel. On the other side of the chair was a small table, with a drink coaster ever present on the table. Sometimes when Mommy wasn’t looking, Britney would sit in the chair. Once she had gotten caught and her mother was none too happy. She’d gotten a swat on her ass and been sent to her room for her indiscretion. Over the years, the allure of sneaking a sit in the chair had faded, now having just graduated from High School, Britney hardly paid attention to it. Except of course when Daddy came over.

Daddy wasn’t really her daddy. He was a tall handsome man, he dressed well and always had a smile and polite hug for Britney. He never yelled at her mommy, if he was annoyed at something he’d just make a face, one side of his mouth going up and a stern look in his eyes. That was all that was ever needed to affect whatever change he expected from Mommy or Britney. Britney’s real father was not a part of her life. He was “Daddy” because that is what her mother had always called him and how she had always referred to him. Daddy didn’t live with them, but he came over for dinner, or took Mommy out on dates and sometimes even slept over. Daddy would stop in more days than not.

Whenever Daddy stopped in to see Mommy, whether it was to pick her up to go to the opera or just stopping by after work, the routine was always the same. Daddy would come in, greet mommy with a hug and kiss, and the same for Britney, if she was around, he’d remove his jacket, if he was wearing one, while Mommy went to the kitchen to mix Daddy a drink. Daddy would drape his jacket over the stand next to the chair, then sit down as Mommy brought in his drink. A clear glass with ice, some clear liquid and a fresh slice of lime. The same drink every time.
“Here’s your drink Daddy”, she would say as she handed it to him. Daddy would set it on the coaster on the table as Mommy knelt at his feet and began to unlace his shoes. Daddy would squeeze the lime into the deink and stir it as Mommy removed his shoes and set them to the side. They never paid Britney any mind as they went through their routine. Mommy would then unbuckle Daddy’s belt and with a little help from Daddy, drag his slacks and and boxers off his legs. Mommy would then neatly hang the pants on the rack. Daddy would often unbutton his dress shirt as Mommy removed his socks. By this time, Daddy’s cock was usually standing tall and thick from his lap.

Sometimes Daddy would tell mommy to strip off her clothes, he’d watch her and sip his drink, other times if they were going out and Mommy was all made up, Daddy would let her keep her clothes on. Then as Mommy kneeled before the chair, Daddy would drape one leg over the chair’s arm and sip his drink as Mommy took his big cock into her mouth. Mommy would lick the shaft, use her hands to play with his balls, and suck on the head of his cock.

Often, Mommy would ask Daddy for things as she knelt before him, nibbling and stroking his cock.
“Daddy, I need a new dress for the party on Saturday, can i get one please?”. Or “Daddy, my car is getting old, I really want a new one”. She didn’t always get what she asked for, but usually, the more Mommy begged, the more likely that whatever she had asked for would be in her closet or driveway the next week. She would beg and tease him for several minutes before Daddy would groan and push her head down onto his cock with one hand. Mommy knew it was time to get serious once Daddy did that. She’d begin sucking his cock in earnest. From that point on, Mommy wouldn’t let Daddy’s cock out of her mouth until finished. Britney didn’t know how she did it, but her mother would make Daddy’s cock disappear down her throat. Her tongue could be seen licking Daddy’s balls as she engulfed his cock.