2 comments/ 12050 views/ 5 favorites Britney - Les Avocat By: call_me_dana The Court awards Eight Million Euros ... The courtroom in Paris erupted all around though Britney Clark merely stood in place with a feint smile across her lips. She had won. She had expected to win. She almost always did. A couple hours after the verdict and having done the requisite press interviews, Britney was arriving at the offices of her firm with the celebration already in gear. Christine Bardem greeted her at the lift with a smile and a firm congratulatory handshake. This is Christine's firm and Britney's work just netted them a sizable payday and continued notoriety for their abilities to win big cases. They took a quiet moment alone before Britney could no longer avoid her colleagues. She was the consummate team player for a couple hours - as long as she could do so - before slipping out of the main conference room and placing a call. # The phone rang in her ear. Sweat dripping from her body as her intense one hour workout wound down. Only two people have this number so she always answers. Grabbing her towel to wipe her face, she presses the button to take the call with a breathy "Shaw". "I need to see you tonight." It was a statement not a request from the soft feminine voice on the line. "I'm just finishing at the gym and all sweaty," she could hear the loud sounds of the office in the background, "an hour?" She knew at this late hour the reason for the call wasn't likely work. "Don't shower, don't change. My place in thirty minutes. I'm slipping out now." The line went dead. Shaw could only shake her head as she looked around the nearly empty gym, still feeling the sweat from the workout and the heat poring from her dark skin. She moved to her locker and got her bag. Pausing to pull off her sweat-drenched workout shirt, she next took off her soaked sports bra. Small, firm breasts were quickly covered by her workout shirt. Pulling out a sweatshirt from her locker, she slipped it over her long, black hair. She was moving out the door and towards her meeting in less than ninety seconds. Britney slipped from the celebration barely unnoticed. Only Christine saw her slip away, giving a slight nod to her star litigator and guessing with whom she was going to see given Shaw's absence from the office. Britney cherished every victory and some were sweeter than others. She would celebrate with her associates but also she needed sometime to celebrate in solitude. Or nights like these, with the one person that makes her feel empowered and in charge of her life. Shaw wheeled the Range Rover through the nearly deserted streets as she crossed town. She would towel her brow occasionally to keep the sweat from her eyes as she kept the heater blowing hot air into the cab. Tough as nails, solid as a rock, she could kick nearly any man's ass with her fist and feet or outshoot them with her Glock. But when she got the call she just got, she would feel herself go soft and feminine knowing what was expected from her. She couldn't quite explain it to herself, but it's the only person she allows to make her feel as she does. Shaw knew there was an available slot in the underground garage but she chose to park on the street and walk the couple blocks. She let herself into the building with a code and took the elevator up four floors. The door was open though she had a key. Five foot, seven inches and 125 pounds of brains and muscle Shaw walked through the door. A soft light shone from the room beyond the wall. She dropped her small bag that had her phone and gun and pulled off her sweatshirt. Her arousal already intense from the thirty minutes since she had taken the call, her nipples hard through the wet shirt and her thong nearly hidden between her lips. Shaw unlaced her sneakers and slipped off her black socks. Britney had only been home long enough to pour herself a whisky on the rocks and consume the top half. She leaned against the wall, holding the glass when Shaw came into view. The two women looked into each others eyes. One dressed in a fifteen hundred dollar suit and heels holding a glass of whisky and one in wet shirt, tight workout pants and bare feet. To look at them in this instance, you would never know which one felt soft and feminine and which one felt the need to fuck. Britney swallowed the last of her whisky and placed the glass on the bar. She waited until Shaw approached her before reaching out and softly caressing her cheek. Neither smiled, neither gave a hint of their arousal for sex. Britney leaned into Shaw, her own long black hair falling over her shoulders, extending her tongue she licked the sweat from the right side of Shaw's neck. Her tongue savored the saltiness of the perspiration as she traced over her jaw before licking along Shaw's lips. Shaw stood there as she felt the tongue trace over her skin, she could feel her body melting into this beauty. Britney's hands pressed Shaw's breasts through the shirt feeling her hard nipples. A quick kiss of her lips before licking her cheeks, tasting the perspiration on her lover's skin. Hands moving down and taking the bottom hem of the shirt before peeling it upward over Shaw's body. Her tongue parting skin just long enough to slip the wet shirt from Shaw's head and tossing it on the floor. Britney stepped back one small step to admire Shaw's torso. Her Puerto Rican brown skin covered in beads of perspiration, her B-cups firm on her chest as she stood with feet slightly parted to give her a base of support. Britney's tongue licked down Shaw's neck until she circled her erect left nipple. The skin of her aureola puckered with the flick of Britney's tongue. Lips sealed around the hard, inch long nipple and pulled. Shaw had always hated how long her nipples became when she was fully aroused - hated until she met Britney. Shaw's pussy turned wet from the sensations and the anticipation of what she knew was to come her way. Expensively manicured nails raked the woman's body mercilessly as Britney's lips moved from the left nipple to the right nipple. Sucking in, she felt the breast pulled to her lips as her tongue flicked across the erect nub. Nails raked down the sweaty skin, fingertips pushed up the rippled muscles. Shaw found herself biting her lower lip as the sexual tension builds. Finally she thought as Britney's fingers slipped inside her workout pants and the waistband of her thong. Britney kissed and licked the sweat from Shaw's tight stomach as she moved to squat before her. Over her hips and down her muscled thighs, the pants and thong slid until they dropped around her feet. Britney's lips kissed just above her sex and Shaw allowed herself the slightest of moans. The scent of her arousal mixed with sweat from her workout and filled Britney's senses. Britney's tongue licked lower until her lips formed to kiss Shaw's outer lips. Placing hands on either hip, Britney leaned forward and pressed her curled tongue to Shaw's cunt. Boring forward, she felt Shaw's body press to her face as she felt herself being taken this way. Britney's tongue probed and licked at her inner walls until she felt her fully aroused and wet. Britney slipped her tongue from Shaw and the low moan of anguish poured from the fully aroused woman standing there. Standing once again, Britney turned Shaw so her shoulders were pressed against the coolness of the wall. Shaw had taken the moment to slip her ankles free of her bikini and workout shorts. Britney reached around and unhooked her skirt then unzipping as it fell to the floor. Stepping out of it as she closed the two paces between her and Shaw, garter and stockings accented her legs if Shaw had even noticed. Britney reached down between them and pulled her thong forward before slipping it under her smooth, heavy balls. Her erect eight-inches dribbling in precum pressed upward against her body. Britney pressed her lips to Shaw's at the moment she pressed her cock between the wet cunt lips. Pushing her tongue inside Shaw's mouth, her hips thrust forward. Shaw gasped around the tongue forced past her lips as the thick, long cock impaled her needing cunt. This first thrust from Britney never failed to take her breath away from her. Pulling and back and thrusting repeatedly, Britney fucked Shaw out of need more than love, lust or passion. Soon Shaw hand climbed the beauty, wrapping first her left leg then her right around the hips of Britney. The tall beauty still in her heels easily supported Shaw against the wall as they fucked. Britney grunted and moaned as her fucking intensified. She felt her cock sliding in and out of the leaking cunt before her. She felt Shaw's muscular body clinging to her as Shaw's body trembled and shook, cumming from the cock inside her. And still Britney continued to thrust in, slide out only to thrust ever deeper it seemed to Shaw. Until her body shook and her cock belched cum deep inside Shaw. Fucking, her hips firing upward, she gave one long, steady eruption of cum inside Shaw before finally holding her body still against her. Slipping Shaw's legs off her hips, Britney stood there for a moment as her cock exited the dripping cunt. Shaw gave it a moment before reaching over and pouring them each a shot of the whiskey Britney was drinking when she arrived. Both girls swallowed it down without a word being exchanged. Then Shaw led Britney down the hall to her bedroom where the need would turn to passion under the warm, soft sheets of the huge four-poster bed. Shaw seductively undressed Britney by the side of her bed. Her blouse, her bra ... Shaw caressed Britney's large breasts with strong hands. The garter was unfastened, the stockings rolled down her calves then they both were nude and holding one another. Shaw felt the coolness of their orgasms on her skin and the semi-hard cock of Britney pressed against her. She pulled Britney under the sheets and they cuddled and nuzzled for a few minutes letting the wave of femininity pass over them both. When Shaw felt Britney at full erection once more, she rolled on top of her and spread her thighs around Britney. Britney gently nudged her cock into Shaw's wet pussy and they began to slowly fuck. Shaw smiled and cooed as the thickness spread her pussy once more. She rode up and down, using her body's core to maintain a deep, rhythmic fuck as they girl's enjoyed each other's bodies to the fullest. Two minutes became twenty minutes before Shaw could feel Britney's body tense under her and she knew. Britney came hard inside Shaw without much effort or sound, just her cock driving deeply into the beauty above her and cum shooting upward. Shaw smiled as she felt the cum filling her cunt as her body trembled and she allowed herself to cum once more. A little past three, Shaw slipped quietly from Britney's bed and found her clothes in the living room. She made sure the door was locked behind her as she headed to the street. # The Town Car arrived promptly at noon. Britney Clark exited her building on this sunny Saturday afternoon and stepped inside the dark sedan as the driver held the door for her and offered a smile. Thirty minutes later she was waiting for Antonio to arrive. His private jet taxied close and Britney exited the sedan to meet him at the bottom of the steps. Antonio picked her up in his arms and kissed her hard on the lips. His two assistants spilled out behind them as a separate car would deliver them home after the two-week trip. By the time Antonio and Britney reached the sedan, the driver had stowed his bags in the trunk. The driver closed their door then hustled around to enter the car and exit the private airport. The car was barely in gear and the dark partition closed behind him. Antonio is just shy of sixty years old though he looks at least ten years younger. He is in excellent physical condition though he could lose 30 pounds. Originally from Spain, he has lived in Paris for the past twenty some odd years with his wife of 28 years. Antonio heads a firm that has various businesses throughout Europe and he travels two to three weeks most months. He loves his wife, Catalina, and she loves him. And neither is monogamous with the other though they rarely mention it to the other. Antonio and Britney met four years earlier when she did some key legal work for one of his businesses. Based on the level of her success, he had asked to meet the litigator and they hit it off from the very first lunch. Antonio liked that she was young, beautiful and extremely bright. Britney liked that he was charming and wealthy. And he reminded her quite a bit of her own father, a man with whom she has always been very close. After that very first lunch, Antonio had background work done on Britney and found a few items very interesting. He was soon asking her to lunch once again. This time it was at his villa outside the city. And Britney quickly accepted. Antonio poured two glasses of champagne as the car rolled out of the airport. He asked Britney about her recent success having read about the verdict while flying home. His hand caressed her thigh as she spoke of the trial and sipped her champagne. Antonio praised her efforts and her success. She asked about his trip and he told of her his wins and losses and negotiations to be continued. Britney tipped back the glass to swallow the last of her second glass. They were riding to Antonio's villa, a trip that allowed them this time together. Taking the glass from her hand, Antonio secured them safely on the rack. Britney slipped a tube of lipstick from her handbag and refreshed her lips. Antonio turned to her and smiled, "Papa is ready to be greeted home properly by his little girl." The rear compartment to the Town Car was extended but still took a bit of effort for Britney, not a petite one, to get in the proper place. As she moved off her seat beside him, she looked up and said "I've missed you, Papa. Your little girl has been lonely with you so busy at work." Her fingers nimbly unfastened his belt and pulled down his zipper. Antonio rarely wore underwear finding them much to constrictive. His semi-hard uncut cock was buried in a thick mound of black and gray pubic hairs. Britney leaned forward and pursed her freshly painted lips to kiss the tip of his cock. Her left hand slipped inside his slacks and cupped his enormous ball sack while her right hand began to slide over his sleeve. Papa sat back in the plush leather seat and spread his legs for Britney to move in between them. Britney kissed and licked his flesh as he grew longer and longer with her attentions. Finally the thick head of his cock pressed to her open lips. Her tongue coated his flesh, the tip pressing and probing his slit. Left hand continued to stroke and play with his balls as Papa's arousal grew. Her right hand was now stroking his oversized shaft for more than twenty minutes. Britney opened her lips wider and pushed her mouth down around Papa's cock. Closing them, he felt her soft lips gripping his shaft as she began to suck him off. Her face was soon buried in his pubes, his cock pressing to the opening of her throat. Papa has been with many women, ladies and whores, and yet he has never found one that could suck him off like Britney. And the fact that she calls him Papa in private makes her even more an enjoyable mouth fuck. Britney pulled on his balls and Papa's cock pushed deeper into her throat. She knew they were almost to the villa by feel in the car so she sucked and pulled on his cock with more urgency. In the many rides she had taken with Papa, she never learned how he communicated with the driver but they never arrived at the villa before Papa had cum and she was back on the seat beside him. This trip had truly been all work so Papa had not cum in more than two weeks. His little girl was about to change that for him in a moment. His cock head buried against her throat, he came with a might grunt. His body shuddered and Britney gagged briefly from the thick white liquid that filled her throat. She continued to suck on his shaft as he came once more down her throat. Her hand slipped from his balls as she swallowed the last of Papa's hot, creamy gift. She slipped her lips from his cock and sat beside him as he tucked himself before zipping and belting. She reapplied her lipstick and the car pulled to a stop. The staff greeted Antonio warmly upon his return to the villa. He had not been there in over a month and they always enjoyed seeing him. And they greeted Britney too. She was a frequent visitor but by no means the only beautiful woman that visited the villa while Antonio was in residence and Catalina was elsewhere. None of the staff at the villa except Antonio's long-time personal assistant were the wiser that Britney was endowed with a penis for that might have been a bit of a scandal. Upon every visit, Antonio would explicitly dictate in advance the clothes to be made available for his guest. Britney, nor any of the others, would have any idea what Antonio, or Papa in her case and only her case, had in mind for them until they arrived. The weather had turned quite warm and a new two-piece bikini with heels was waiting for her when she got to her bedroom. Antoinette, Papa's assistant, greeted her after making sure her employer did not need anything from her for a few minutes. It was rare that he did as he was always concerned that his mistress of the day was properly attended. More champagne was waiting as Antoinette poured Britney a glass and told her Antonio expected her by the pool shortly. He had a bit of business but would join her there. After the door closed, Britney undressed and slipped on the bikini and heels. She was careful to tuck herself properly so as to not embarrass Papa. She knew her clothes would be properly attended to by the staff after she had left for the pool. Britney reflected back on the four years of their relationship as she sipped from her glass and felt the warm sunshine on her five foot, nine inch impeccably fit body. From the very first time at this villa, their second lunch, Papa had made known his interest in age play with her. She had no idea how he had learned that she would be into such things and never asked - afraid of the answer. He had been forthcoming that he had a few mistresses around the World that catered to his different interests and a wife that he loved and was not leaving for any of them. He would enjoy her when they were together and would lavish her with gifts to thank her for her time. Britney told him gifts were not necessary but she never refused any of them - be it money, jewelry or vacations. He also told her that his staff was extremely discrete and would never reveal a thing about her, or them, to anyone but that she should keep her penis a secret to all except Antoinette who would know. As Britney kept this a very tightly held secret herself for her own career, she appreciated this declaration very much. Soon her reflection was broken by the shadow of Papa by her side. They chatted in the afternoon sun, though he often checked his phone for messages and updates on business. The afternoon passed and Papa excused himself for a phone call. He kissed her softly on the forehead and told her he would see her at dinner. A short time later, Antoinette appeared to take her to her room to ready her for dinner. Oral, it has always been oral with Papa. He has never once tried to fuck her and really never even kissed her on the mouth, always the forehead or her hand. She has worn school-girl outfits, cheerleader outfits and even a few times dressed as a tomboy for him. Rarely surprised by the attire but occasionally quite aroused to wear what he had chosen. And she was certain that the outfits were almost always hand-picked by Antoinette. She followed Antoinette into her room and watched as she unlocked the door, then heard the click of the lock behind her after both had entered. This wasn't uncommon especially when Papa had something different in mind. Britney turned to face the woman standing by the door. She was almost always wearing a business suit and seemed more in place at a high-end office building than walking around a villa such as this. Britney thought she an attractive woman but could never really get a read on Antoinette's gender preferences, or if she had one at all. She had always been quite professional with Britney, no matter what the circumstance entailed. Britney - Les Avocat Since she was staying, it was obvious Britney would need some assistance getting dressed for dinner. She turned to face the open cabinet where her outfits were always awaiting her. Antoinette saw the slight reaction on Britney's face as she saw what was neatly laid out. "Yes, little girl - your Papa asked me to use these words with you tonight - this evening at dinner and after will be different than your other visits to the villa." Britney's mouth opened slightly as she looked at the cute little ruffled yellow blouse with the matching short white skirt - apparently dressing much younger than she ever had with Papa. But it was the hard plastic chastity device for her penis and the white cotton diaper that really had her attention. She felt her face blush beet red in front of Antoinette, something she had never done previously. Antoinette handed her a tall glass of chilled water, "Please drink this down little girl and I will help you get dressed for Papa." Antoinette took the glass without thought and began to drink. When she started to tip it from her lips, Antoinette pressed two fingers under the bottom so Britney would need to consume it all. The bikini top came off first with her 36D's hanging from her chest. Antoinette had seen them before but Britney was sure they had her attention today. A wave of her finger and Britney was sliding the bikini bottoms over her hips and exposing her semi-erect, very smooth penis as she was now nude. Antoinette stepped past her and began pulling something from beyond the large bureau. A solid table rolled out and she pressed the brakes on the wheels to hold it from moving. Before Britney realized that it was a changing table, Antoinette was saying "Hop on the changing table, little girl ... I need to get you ready for Papa. Hurry along now ..." Britney found herself getting on the table and lying on her back with her feet parted and Antoinette at the end between her legs. She felt very exposed and a bit uncomfortable at this moment. Without any words, Antoinette had the chastity device in her hands and was affixing it to Britney. A steel ring clamped against her body behind her ball sac. The steel cage slipped over the head of penis and she felt just a bit of pressure as she was squeezed into it. Pins were inserted to hold it in place for the duration of the evening. The end of the cap was open exposing her pee slit. "Please Antoinette ... is this really necessary? I won't tell Papa ..." But she was cut-off before she could finish by Antoinette raising her hand. They both knew that she was following Papa's orders and that no one disobeyed if they wished to keep their place. Antoinette then slipped on a pair of thin latex surgical gloves. She slid open a drawer under the top and pulled out a tube of lube and squeezed it liberally onto her fingers. Britney's eyes grew wide as Antoinette gently parted her ass cheeks and pressed the lube to her asshole. An anal plug was then pulled from the drawer and lifted high enough for Britney to see. She knew this was all part of the foreplay and felt her penis try to straighten in the chastity to no avail and some frustration. "Papa wanted me to tell his little girl that he understands that he doesn't take care of all your needs. That you are here to satisfy his needs. And that you two are celebrating a victory of yours tonight so he wanted to do something special for you. He does hope this will feel good all through dinner." And with that, Antoinette began twisting and pushing the anal plug into Britney's asshole. Britney bit down softly on her lower lip as the plug sunk into place. Her face is was blushing bright red, her nipples were hard as rocks and her cock was drizzling pre juices through the opening in the steel. The diaper was next. Britney lifted her hips to allow the diaper under her ass and Antoinette pinned the sides, trapping her caged penis and plugged ass in cotton. She helped Britney slide off the table. Britney stepped into the white shorts and Antoinette snugged them up around her. They were so short the edges of the diaper stuck out through both legs and showed above the waistline. The ruffled yellow blouse was snug on her breasts. Antoinette finally allowed little girl to look in the mirror and she gasped at the look. Antoinette refilled the drinking glass and handed it to Britney. "But I will have to pee if I drink all this water after the champagne by the pool." "I believe that is your Papa's intentions." Sitting her down at the makeup table after the glass had been drained, Antoinette quickly pulled little girl's long black hair into two ponytails, one on either side of her head. No make-up was applied other than garishly bright red lipstick. Britney was a bit horrified as she would never wear anything so rude. She did not need make-up to be beautiful. Antoinette pressed the tube to Britney's hand, "Papa asks that you constantly reapply this during dinner - perhaps after every bite of your meal. He wants to see his little girl's luscious red lips calling to him." Britney could once again feel her embarrassment. Antoinette had never been so involved in her time with Papa. Six-inch, bright red fuck me heels were pulled from the dresser. Totally incongruous with the outfit. Totally fitting the depravity of the evening. Britney slipped them onto her feet and wobbled just a bit as she stood with the anal plug snugged in her asshole. She followed Antoinette down the hall to the dining room. Her heels clicking on the marble with each step. She realized that the house seemed inordinately quiet as they entered the dining room to see Papa standing with a drink in his hand wearing only a red velvet robe and slippers. Antoinette crossed the room and spoke quietly to Papa before saying loud enough for Britney to hear, "If there is nothing else Antonio, then I will retire to my quarters for the evening. The staff has all been sent to theirs and you will have no interruptions. Good night." She walked past Britney and out the door, closing them behind her. The table was covered with steaming waffles and breakfast meats and more flavors of syrups than Britney had seen. There was even whipped cream. She looked at Papa and moved within six feet of him after the doors had closed. Before she could say a word, Papa spoke. "I thought I could have breakfast with my little girl tonight. You had such a wonderful week that I wanted to do something memorable and new for us both." Papa handed her an eight-ounce glass of orange juice. As Britney took the glass her hand trembled slightly as she could already feel her bladder full from all she had drank. Papa motioned and she understood that she was to drink it down. She smiled softly as she sat the empty glass on the table. Then she reapplied the red lipstick and Papa smiled. He refilled her glass and it sat next to the tall glass of cold milk. "For later, when my little girl is in need of a drink". "Turn around slowly, my little girl. Let Papa have a good look at you." Britney turned slowly, feeling the anal plug as the heels clicked on the marble. The ruffles on the blouse were over the buttons, she knew here nipples were poking through the thin fabric. Her caged penis was bent downward against the snug cotton diaper. She made a little grimace and Papa noticed. Papa notices everything which is one of the many reasons he is so successful. He stepped close to her and let his robe open revealing his nude body underneath. His cock hung semi-limp downward between his hairy thighs. "My little girl needs to pee but she's embarrassed to relieve herself in my presence, am I right?" He pressed his finger under her chin to raise her eyes to his and she blinked. "Then pee yourself my little girl as I know Antoinette snugged you up well. You will give yourself a tummy ache trying to hold it in and we have all this yummy breakfast to eat." Britney knew she would never be able to hold out. She knew Papa would not allow it and would keep her here until she did. She moved from one foot to the other and finally relaxed. Warm pee shot from her caged penis and she could feel it against her skin as the diaper began to absorb. The smile on her face told Papa all he needed to know. "Doesn't that feel better my little girl? Of course it does and now we can enjoy this wonderful meal." Britney had never peed herself but she had to admit that if felt so invigorating to have done so for Papa. Papa moved to the table and put two waffles on his plate and smeared strawberry jelly on one and poured raspberry syrup on the other. Bacon and sausage were added then he retreated to the large cushions on the floor. Britney took two waffles and she just couldn't help herself with the bacon. She wasn't going to put any sweet toppings but Papa insisted. And he insisted on the whipped cream. She moved over to join him on the cushions, moving with ease even in six-inch heels and the anal plug. Papa smiled as she neared him, his robe splayed open to her. She started to sit but he reminded her she needed to get her OJ - and milk. She walked back and he watched her in both directions, marveling at how sexy his little girl looked for him. Finally she was able to snuggle up to him on the cushions. After every couple bites, she dutifully reapplied the red lipstick whether she thought she needed or not. She crossed a long leg over Papa's as they ate their waffles and made chat like any father would with his little girl on a Sunday morning. Except she was not a little girl but his fully adult mistress that loved to give head. As she swallowed the last of her first waffle with whipped cream on her cheek, Papa took her plate from her. "Drink your milk, paint your lips then suck Papa's cock until I'm nice and hard little girl." He had so rarely been this way with her that Britney hesitated a moment before dutifully reaching for the milk and draining the eight ounces once again feeling her bladder press. She reapplied the lipstick all around her lips and smiled for him. She was sure her skin all around her lips were stained red by the repeated applications but Papa smiled and she lay over his thigh and took his cock into her lips as he ate her second waffle. She took his shaft in her hand and pressed her lips to his cock. She opened her mouth and took him inside. Her tongue began to trace over his shaft and she felt Papa's cock grow for her. She was still hungry, she felt herself needing to pee and she didn't want to disappoint. She relaxed her body and peed in her diaper once more with a soft moan. Papa patted her head as he knew she had wet her self once more, this time while sucking his cock. Her lips slid up and down his shaft until she felt him hard in her mouth. Britney's tongue lapped around his head, probing his pee slit, coating his skin with her red lipstick. She felt him hard and throbbing in her mouth, "Enough." And she stopped. Looking up at him, "Be a good little girl and go fetch us both some more waffles." Britney's mouth slipped from his hardness as she climbed to her feet feeling the wetness around her skin. She returned with two plates of two waffles each. She started to sit when she realized her milk glass was empty and made one more round trip to the table. The anal plug was driving her crazy, but the cage would not allow her even a simple erection. Her lips properly painted, Britney was about to sit down with Papa to enjoy the second round of waffles when he put his hand up to halt her. "Little girl got Papa all nice and hard with her mouth but Papa wants to see your titties now. Take off your blouse. And your shorts." He could see the look of surprise in her eyes before he finished. "But little girl can't be trusted to not wet herself so leave on that wet nappy and those dirty girl, fuck-me heels." Britney's hands trembled as she removed her blouse to expose her hard nipples sitting atop her incredibly well-done breasts. She nearly tipped over as she stepped out of the very short, shorts knowing she had to look ridiculous in diaper and heels yet Papa seemed to get harder if that was possible. "Before you sit with Papa, fetch us the whipped cream ..." No sooner had Britney handed Papa the whipped cream did he liberally apply it to her breasts and nipples. She thought he would lick it off but he merely watched as her body heat melted it while he ate his waffles. Papa applied a second helping of whipped cream and this time he did. He leaned over and licked her left nipple before doing the same with the right nipple. Britney squirmed with Papa's tongue as he had never touched her this way - and she loved it. "Little girl, Papa's ready to cum." That was all he needed to say and Britney moved around with whipped cream dripping from her tits and got between his legs. Her mouth covered his still hard cock and she began to ride up and down him in a fury. Her teeth raked his flesh, her tongue lathered his shaft with each thrust. Finally Papa put his hands behind her head and held her mouth down around him as he thrust upward until orgasming in her mouth and down her throat. She shook and gagged at the thickness of his cock in her throat but she swallowed over and over until he released her head from his cock. Britney lifted her head from his cock and reached for the lipstick. It was nearly gone from the repeated applications. Painting her lips once more for Papa, he motioned for her to drink. She took both glasses and drank them down until empty. Papa motioned her to step close but remain standing. He pressed his hand against the diaper, against the end of her caged penis. "Pee for me one more time, little girl then it's time for you to go." Britney's body shook like an intense orgasm sweeping her body but it was her bladder emptying into the diaper as her Papa felt the stream in the diaper. Her knees shook and she had to reach out to steady herself from the intensity. "Go now. You have 15 minutes then your ride will leave and you will have to walk home in the night." Britney looked down and ran for the door. She could hear her heels, she could feel her piss and that damned plug in her asshole. Her room was open and she quickly unpinned the diaper and let it fall to the ground. She fumbled to remove the pins from the cage then realized she should just get dressed and worry about it later. Running out the door in her bare feet with her hair still in ponytails, she flagged down the car just as it started to pull away from the doors. The ride home was long enough that she was able to remove the cage from her penis and slip it into her purse. She tried to wipe the hideous red from lips and skin before having to exit the car. Once in her apartment and the door locked, Britney jerked her cock like she had not done since college. She needed to cum badly from the mental abuse of the night from Papa. Her body shook as her cock jetted her juices and she fell asleep covered in cum.