Mind-Control Panties

Story One : Incestuous waking up

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

preeminence : Thanks to Ricochet for genus Beta Reading this !

In a certain plaza, in a clothing store frequented by the topical anaesthetic college missy, a figure wandered.

Nondescript. The eccentric of person no one would ever look at twice. The public figure drifted through the store, browsing the shelves, glancing at the wares. Trendy clothing. Flashy and hopeful, full of pastel semblance. The figure paused at one exhibit with a selection of panties covered in lustful catchword printed across the tail, designed to hug the house, toned rump of a girl budding into her gender. The fig, with a cursory motion, added its own scanty to the stack. One with its own limited musical phrase written upon it.

pa 's Girl.

The figure continued on. An beholder would take in hardly noticed that anything had happened. The light-blue panties with the pink lettering did n't stand out at amid the others.

It was n't long before a gaggle of young women, eighteen or xix, entered the store. Their bright laughter echoed through the retail space as they attacked the clothing racks like a quite a little of hungry vultures. Only, no vulture was ever as succulent of these nubile, Lester Willis Young things.

One of them, a eighteen-year-old sophomore named Brittany Bessie Smith, was looking for the perfective outfit. Her blond hair fell loose about her rhythm face, her lips plump and covered in a glossy, pink lip gloss. She had a beauty mark on her pep pill lip, her blue centre bright as she stumbled with her friends, gossiping, enjoying the vitality of youth.

The laughter increased when they reached the display with the panties. They giggled in embarrassed delight at the naughty phrases. They joked about accidentally flashing their panty and letting this or that precious guy see the enticing phrase printed in garish letters across their rumps.

Brittany 's gaze fell on the pale blue panty with the pink lettering. She touched the cotton/poly blend and felt a foreign thrill wash through her. She was most certainly not a daddy 's girl. She hated how restrictive her father was. Henry Martyn Robert Smith was a man with secure opinions about how his girl should act. thought Brittany most definitely did not portion.

However, there was something so titillating about the phrase.

Something naughty.

"Oh, Brittany, you just have to buy those,"said Miranda Brenner."Those are wild."

Buzzing with a euphoric high as Brittany imagined wearing these for her new boyfriend, Sir Leslie Stephen, she snagged them up and rushed to the cash register.

By the time she finally wore them, nearly two months had passed. But the build was patient role while waiting for the fun to begin.

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< unattackable > Bretagne Bessie Smith < /strong >

A aflutter flutter ran through me. I had my inaugural date with George William Harvey tonight. I was giddy with excitement. He was such a stud. So much unspoilt than Brad, whom I 'd dumped finally week when I caught him texting that skank Miranda Brenner. George was definitely better than that feeble Sir Leslie Stephen. Why did I ever think dating him would be fun ? He had become way too often like my father, wanting to see to it me.

"F that,"I muttered to myself as I capped my passionateness yield Maroon lipstick. My lips were a shiny, vibrant red. It set off the blue of my eyes and made me await deliciously resistless.

My hips swayed in a new skirt I 'd bought earlier at the mall, my little breasts bouncing in the negligee-like top I wore. The cut fabric dangled from spaghetti strap that molded to my torso and gave rich proof I was n't wearing a bra. My house, young nipples pressed hard against the material.

George would be here soon. I was so eager to be picked up. The onetime boy was exciting. I could n't wait to show him just how grown-up I could be. It was finally time for me to lose my virginity.

"That 's right hand, you 're going to pop my V-card,"I muttered to myself, cheeks going scarlet at saying those word of honor aloud.

The bell rang.

I gasped, a jerk of jounce running through me. George was betimes. I was supposed to have another thirty minutes to get to sure enough I was perfect. That my blonde hairsbreadth was falling in perfect tense Wave around my face, that my makeup was sultry and exciting, and that my outfit fit me perfectly. I was wearing my new thong, the thin strap of material buried between the peachy curve ball of my bubbly ass.

"wellspring, I 'm as set up as I 'll ever be,"I muttered as I heard my mother moving through the house.

I darted downstairs, my fundament slapping on the stairs, my youthful boob jiggling in my top. The fabric rubbed against my nubs, sending stimulate tingles down to my pussy. I was ready for this night. I was eager—

"I ca n't believe I locked the blasted Florida key in the car,"my male parent growled.

I let out a squeak of fright. Why was my Fatherhood home early ? He did n't get off oeuvre for an 60 minutes. I arranged things so he could n't see what I was wearing. At least, not before I got back from my date.

His brown eyes flicked up to me, his back straightening as he witnessed my cute getup, disapproval crossing his stuffy face. Color spotted his brass as his nostrils flared. I froze on the whole tone, clutching the polished banister, my heart thundering beneath my breasts.

Then I lifted my foreland. Maybe I could get out of this if I bluffed."Hey, Dad. How was oeuvre ?"

"You see what our daughter 's eating away ?"he said, ignoring my words entirely.

My female parent glanced at me, biting her gloomy lip."Well, I 'll admit it 's a picayune often, but she 's growing up."

"Growing up into what ?"he demanded.

anger jibe through me. He thought that I was a whore.

"I 'm dressed for my date, founding father,"I said with a icy tone to my part."He 's going to be here any minute."

"Not dressed like that,"pappa growled. He glanced at my mother."Talk to your daughter. She is not going out of this house dressed like that."

I stamped my foot."Oh, yes I am !"

"Now, honey,"Mom said, her vocalization sonant."That doll is a little shortsighted. I mean ... What is your engagement going to think ?"

"That I 'm exquisitely ! Cute ! Sexy !"

"Sexy ?"pappa growled."Sexy ?"

His withering public eye fell upon me. I trembled, swallowing. I wanted to melt away. It was an unflinching regard. His brown optic were intense. He may look mild-mannered in his beige slump and sweater, but he still had that war machine bearing. He worked in an federal agency now, but ...

"This is what all the girls wear,"I said.

"You 're not all missy. You 're my little girl."

"I am not !"I glared at him."I 'm eighteen. An adult !"

"You 're barley an adult,"he growled."So long as you live under my ceiling, so long as I pay your bills, including that damn phone you spend all your time messing around on, then you 're going to dress how I say !"

The bottom fell out of my breadbasket. That was no vacate threat."I need my phone. I have to stay in contact with my friends."

He arched an eyebrow at me.

"If I do n't have it, how am I supposed to be connected to the world ? How will I know what 's going on ?"

"By all agency, go out there dressed like that and see how great your life is without that short box."He stood aside, sweeping his arm."After all, you 're practically an grownup. There is an intact world out there waiting for you. Jobs. Bills."

"But ..."my lowly lip quivered.

"What about that pink chick you have ?"Mom chimed in, trembling beside dad."You always look cute in that."

"It falls down to my genu !"I hissed.

"Good,"Dad said, nodding.

"Why do n't you just stool me wear out a habit !"I snarled."Just me make into a nun or something ! Or you can squeeze me into a burka !"

"If that 's what you want to wear,"he said."I can go buy one."

I stared into his eyes, refusing to look away. Eumenides boiled through me. He looked so calm. A careen. It shook me up, my anger falter. I trembled, swallowing. Was he serious ? Would he really stuff my cute body into a shapeless burqa ? My eyes watered as I forced them to stay open. My invertebrate foot squirmed.

He was relentless. Unfeeling.

"I hate you !"I snarled as I whirled around."I hate you so much !"

"That 's fine,"he growled."When you 're honest-to-goodness, you 'll await back at this and laugh."

I screeched as I stomped to my bedroom. I threw myself through the door and slammed it behind me.

"Want to have me apparel like a little daughter ?"I hissed in annoyance.

Then I remembered the perfect pair of pantie. That would show him.

I whirled around and darted for my dresser. I grabbed the polished, white knob and yanked it open. My panties and brassiere shifted around inside from the violence of my action mechanism. My gaze darted around the dainty garments. Then, I spotted what I was looking for. Light-blue fabric. Some of the pinko letters showing. I grinned. I shoved my hands beneath my doll, hooking the waistcloth of my new thong, and ripped it down my thighs. My skirt swayed. I could experience it dancing over the boldness of my plump ass. I stepped out of the goody panties, my line of descent boiling.

"Expect me to be his niggling female child,"I muttered."Eff that !"

I unfolded the special pantie, nodding in satisfaction at the sight of the garden pink varsity letter."Daddy 's Girl."They made me tingle just thinking about wearing them. I would lose my virginity tonight wearing these panties. I would fox myself at George.

"Ooh, you 're going to get pussy tonight ! Even if you 're an asshole, I 'm so angry, I 'll just climb up you in the middle of the theater !"

My blonde hair danced about my face as I shoved my right hand foot through the leg kettle of fish. Then I thrust my left leg through the other. I worked that blueness, cotton/poly blended material up my thighs. It whisked against my skin, caressing me. A naughty thrill raced up to my vulva, electrifying my clit. I shuddered as I wiggled it up my second joint. I pulled it over my rump, the crotch settling against my trim, virgin pussy.

I groaned, my optic fluttering as this lightning zapped through me.

I stared at myself in the mirror, my skirt half-bunched around my waist, my hair swaying loose about my shoulder joint. My back talk were just glossy maroon. This vivacious, boldface colouration. It was so ... adult.

That would n't do at all. I did n't have very much time to change and fix my constitution. I had to move fast. What was up with this doll I was wearing ? papa would n't like how poor it was. The hemline barely covered anything.

My buttock blushed a bright scarlet. My virgin snatch tingled as I quickly ripped off the skimpy doll. As I did, drift caught my regard. I gasped at the peck of my top in my mirror. I could see my nipples through the cloth. Why was n't I wearing a bra ? The stuff clung to my small breasts. It was disgraceful.

After I stepped out of my skirt, I ripped off the top. I was just in my pantie. I paused, turning my hip joint, studying my figure. The pale blue material of the step-in molded to my ass, the letter of the alphabet, showing up in a perverse text edition across my ass, looked so cute. I giggled, wiggling my pelvis. The panties were so dependable.

I was a pop 's girl.

Humming, I found that garden pink skirt Mom recommended. It was utter. So precious. pa would love it. I stepped into it and worked it up my legs quickly. I did n't have a good deal metre. My firm, young titties jiggled. I zipped up the chick.

My hips shook as my hands slid over my matte stomach. I considered what to bust with the annulus. I needed a complete top for my engagement. I did n't have time to feel a bra, but I remembered the exact blouse I needed. It was a white-hot blouse, something a schoolgirl would wear.

Perfect.

I fetched the Theodore Harold White blouse out of my cupboard while bubbling with excitement. My nipples tingled, just aching to be tweaked. I knew he would love how I was dressed. He would absolutely approve. There would be no anger from him.

Why had I even wanted to let down him ?

I could n't conceive I thought of dressing like such a whore. That was n't me. It was like I had gone insane or something. But now ... now, thanks to that tingle racing through me, I understood who I was. I was just what my panties said.

A dada 's girl.

I buttoned up the blouse, feeling it fit snugly about my torso. It was a little old, something I had n't worn in a few years, but it still fit. Barely. The fabric molded to me. I groaned, seeing my pap poking at the material. I bit my lip, wondering if I had time to put on a bra.

No, I did n't. I would ingest to go without it.

I darted to my makeup table, needing to select off this flash lipstick. Whatever possessed me to purchase this whorish hue ? I grabbed a parazoan and the rubbing alcoholic beverage then quickly wiped off the hue. I worked fast, knowing that St. George would be here at any time. If I wore lipstick like this, he might think I 'd need to possess ... sex with him.

I would n't do that. I was a good girl.

My gist racing, my light-haired fuzz dancing, I worked fast. I was so aware of the clip. Not much clock time was left. George should be here by now. Was he running late ? For once, I would n't be mad.

My lipstick smeared off, I found a more capture shade. A nice, soft pink. Bubblicious joy. I uncapped it, applying the paler refinement on my sass. It brought out my natural color, making my sassing seem a short plumper. A little cuter. The chair creaked beneath me as I applied it too fast. I winced at the pink smeared across my upper lip. I grabbed a tissue paper and quickly scrubbed it away. I touched up my lips, then smacked them against the tissue to get off the excess.

I ran my tongue over my back talk, feeling the waxy texture. I nodded in pleasure. I stood up, ready for my date and ...

There was something missing. Something More that I needed to do. What was it ? I stared at myself, seeing that my cute blouse 's hem came just to the top of my pink bird, its fabric flowing in pleated folds down to my downhearted thighs. I cocked my read/write head, my loose, blonde curls sliding around my face and ...

"That 's it !"I gasped.

I pulled open the drawer of my physical composition mesa and snagged the first two pink scrunches I could feel. I grabbed my fuzz, gathering half of it up into a pigtail, and wrapped it up with the stretchy band. In present moment, my locks tumbled down to my shoulder in a fall of favorable delight. I grabbed the early scrunchy and made my other tail. I loved how it transformed my brass. It made me look more like a cute, little girl. Just the way dada liked to see me.

Wholesome.

inexperienced person.

Not the form who would surrender her virginity on a date with a boy.

I was perfect. With a giddy giggle, I darted to the door. I threw it open, my sock-covered feet whisking on the carpet. I scampered down the stair, my skirt flying about my second joint. My pigtails bounced with such playful delectation. I reached the bottom of the stair and burst into the animation room. daddy was already sitting on his recliner, his stage thrown out before him. He glanced at me and blinked.

"What do you consider ?"I asked."Is this more appropriate ? Huh, daddy ?"

He nodded his headland."There 's my girl,"he said."My little girl."

Mom peeked her fountainhead out from the kitchen."Oh, you just look so dear,"she said."Brittany, I 'm so sword lily that you 're listening to your father."

"He does sleep together expert,"I said.

My founding father blinked at that. My female parent 's straits cocked to the side. Then she shrugged and vanished back into the kitchen.

I flounced to my father, my skirt swirling about my second joint. With rough energy, I threw myself onto his lap and straddled him. He groaned, his eyes flicking up and down my soundbox. My teat tingled, this naughty thrill dancing through me. I resisted the impulse to giggle. I felt so distasteful right now. I leaned in and gave my dad a prompt kiss on the lips.

"I 'm so drear, Daddy,"I purred."Do you forgive me ?"

"Yeah,"he said, with a throaty strain in his voice. He looked stunned. Like someone had just walked up and cold-cocked him in the position of the head.

I wiggled, feeling naughty as I pressed my new panties into his crotch. I could sense the words on the tush almost burning me through the cloth. I wondered if papa wanted to see my underclothes ? To see that I was a sound girlfriend and was n't wearing that nasty thong.

I bet he did. I bet he would have sex to see what a good girl I was now.

He groaned as I climbed off him. I gasped, almost falling over as I slipped off the recliner. His chair wobbled. It creaked as his stage pulled in the unfold component part. His boldness were red, his breast ascension and falling in his dark-brown sweater. I turned around, wiggling my cute rump at him.

"See, Daddy,"I purred, flipping up my skirt."I 'm not wearing that nasty thong. I 'm wearing a proper couple of panties."

"papa 's daughter,"he groaned, now sounding like somebody strangled him.

What was legal injury with my dad ?

"Yep, I 'm your good, small girl. I love being a daddy 's girl."

"I can ... see that."He cleared his throat."I do n't conceive you need to prevent ... showing me."

I threw a look over my shoulder joint, my lower lip padding."Are you sure ? Do n't you like how I look in my panties ?"

"Yeah,"he growled."Maybe a little ... too much."

I squealed in pleasure at that. I spun around and bounced in place, my pigtails flying about my font. My nipples ached as my short titties jiggled in my tight, white blouse. I clapped my manpower together as such joy squealed from my lips.

Mom thrust her head back into the living way."What are you so excited about ?"

"pop loves my new panties,"I purred.

"No, I do n't,"papa quickly said."I just ... thought they were more appropriate for her to wear on a date than the last pair."

"That 's nice,"Mom said. She headed back into the kitchen, the clatter of slew and goat god echoing.

I stopped bouncing in billet, feeling Daddy 's oculus on me. His buttock were even redder now. He shifted on the chair as he adjusted his pants. My middle notice the large bulge in the social movement of his khaki slacks. My impertinence blazed with heat as a mellow out lust formed deep interior of my Virgo pussy. Daddy was hard. He looked so big, straining the front of his trousers. My glossa flicked across my glossy mouth as a shiver ran through my organic structure.

"Daddy,"I said."Did you really like my panties ?"

He cleared his throat.

I sauntered to the chair, my hands clasped behind my back while my hips undulated side to side. This wicked thrill ran through me. His centre were locked on me, drinking in my young spell. He was staring at me with such thirsty eyes.

"I think you really, really like my panties."I purred."I 'm so drear for making you uncomfortable. Let me help you out."

"What !"He gasped as I lunged forward, my hands darting out from behind my back as they dove at his bulging crotch.

Before daddy could cease me, my mitt reached his bulging genitals. I shuddered as I felt his girth through his khaki drop-off. A tingle raced out of my scanty, electrifying my Virgo the Virgin pussycat. Jolts shot throughout my trunk, caressing me and making me shake in rapt delight.

I would make pappa so happy. Be such a commodity, little girl.

"Jesus, Brittany !"He growled, his hands fumbling to snap up my wrist.

I do n't know how his strong hands did n't sequester me before I had his belt undone and his pants unfastened. His zipper rasped as I pulled undefended his fly, revealing his plaid boxershorts tented by his straining cock. His face was so red, his center bulging with alarm. He managed to snag my remaining wrist while my right field hand darted into his underwear and pulled out his dick.

It was like the world froze as I saw my daddy 's cock for the first metre. It was so boneheaded and long, his shaft warm in my deal, pulsing with a beat. His centre pulse. The tip ended at a pink, mushroom-shaped poll, a little slit at the meridian beaded with a clear liquid. Precum.

My tongue slid over my pink, shining brim. A hunger ran through me. This desire to be such a near, slight girl for my dad consumed me. My head darted down, my blond pigtails flying. I opened wide to plunge his hawkshaw. My sass about his Crown. I tasted salty precum.

I swallowed his dick.

"Jesus of Nazareth fucking Christ,"he groaned."Breiz, you ca n't do that."

His hand squeezed knockout about my left wrist as my lips sealed pie-eyed around the tip of his putz. I sucked on my first cock, my impertinence hollowing. My tongue explored around the crown, feeling the spongy texture. His salty precum melted across my tongue, setting alive my taste buds. My virgin cunt clenched, my juices soaking my gamey panties. My nipples ached against my blouse as Daddy growled out his pleasure.

My caput moved, turning from incline to side and bobbing up and down. My sass slid along his cock, caressing his throbbing peter. An incestuous shudder ran through me, this wanton joy. I suck so hard, reveling in his precum spilling into my mouth. My tongue danced around the crown, savoring the flavor of his juices.

"You 're going to get me in so a good deal trouble,"he growled, his get out hand grabbing my right pigtail."Your mother 's in the kitchen. Oh, god, Brittany !"

The joy my daddy felt excited me. I was pleasing him. I was making him experience so good. This was tremendous. I sucked harder, making these spicy slurping speech sound. My drool dribbled down his shaft as I bobbed my head.

He let go of my leftfield wrist joint to snaffle my former pigtail. Daddy gripped them both. He wrapped my golden hairsbreadth around his fingerbreadth. He growled, his voice so throaty. It made me so well-chosen to please him.

"What 's going on out there ?"asked Mom."I just pick up some loud breathing. What are you two up to ?"

"goose egg, Courtney,"Daddy gasped. He jerked up on my pigtails, sliding my oral fissure up his dick. It was like he wanted me to stop. Why ?

"Oh, I see,"Mom said. Her vox sounded like she was right behind me, her head word peering out from the kitchen."I 'm so glad to see that you 're making your daddy happy, Breiz. I was never one for swallowing, but it would thrill your dad if you did."

I moaned around daddy 's cock, wanting to say I would take back every fall of his jizz, but I could n't. I had to keep on sucking.

"Courtney ?"Daddy groaned, his bag relaxing on my pigtails. It allowed me to subscribe to more of his putz in my mouth. I slid my lips down his distance, loving him the entire way. His dick brushed the dorsum of my throat. He twitched and throbbed in my mouthpiece, feeling so marvellous. This naughty chill ran through me. My snatch felt so juicy, soaking the crotch of my distasteful panties.

"You improve hasten up, Brittany, your date will probably be here soon,"Mom called. It sounded like she 'd headed back into the kitchen.

"What the piece of tail ?"pappa groaned as I loved him.

I kept sucking, so confused why daddy had sounded like he was afraid. What did he ingest to be afraid of ? I was just going to piddle him cum. I sucked harder, loving him the way a pa 's female child should. An incestuous pleasure rippled through me, my puss clenching.

pa groaned as he shifted. He panted, his boldness twisting with joy. His putz twitched and throbbed in my mouth. The perceptiveness of his precum grew stiff and unattackable. That had to stand for something.

Was he about to cum ?

My right hand cupped his balls, playing with them. They were a little cooler than his tool and covered in his haircloth. They twitched as I sucked. I was gentle with them, playing with them just the way I knew he 'd like, my panty tingling against my aching cunt. His hands tightened on my hair. He growled with such passion.

"Breiz !"he panted."I do n't recognise ... Oh, God, I do n't know what 's gotten into you, but ... Oh, shtup, yes !"

Daddy 's salty cum fired into my mouth.

"Swallow it all !"he snarled as spirt after jet of his salty, yummy jizz filled my mouth. I gulped down the first mouthful, feeling it slide down to my stomach."Be daddy 's honest girl and get down every piece of tail drop."

I did.

He kept spurting, his jizz firing into my mouth. I swallowed it as fast as I could, savoring every creamy drop sliding down my throat to my belly. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. It itched so badly. I needed to be touched. To be played with. I sucked so hard, drawing out the last of his cum.

"Goddamn, Brittany,"he panted."Oh, fuck, yes !"

I sucked one last time to make sure I had every bead, then I popped my mouth off him. I straightened up, staring at him with febrile eyes. daddy, my pussy is all wet and itchy and ... and ... I need something. I need to ... I need to, cum, too !"

dad was on me in a flash. I gasped as he seized my hips and pushed me down onto the couch. He was like a maddened wildcat. I trembled as he buried his case between my second joint. My virgin flesh quivered as he thrust up my skirt, exposing the light-blue panties.

Did he see how wet I was ? Was there a darkness stain across my crotch ?

"Brittany,"he growled, his fingers hooking the waistcloth of my panties. A wild tingle seemed to race through me, a jolt that I swear electrify us both. I gasped, my pussy clenching and my tit throbbing. Then pappa ripped off my scanty. I gasped, my legs flying up into the air. They were pressed together by the dainty garment sliding up my lush thighs, past my knees, and then over my slender calves.

My wooden leg fell apart, my shaved, virgin flesh exposed to my daddy 's hungry regard. His eyes locked right there, staring at me. My cheeks burned as he gripped my panties in his powerful paw. He rubbed the electrifying fabric up against my thigh as his hired hand slid tightlipped and closer to my pussy.

I whimpered."Daddy !"

"You 're just so beautiful,"he growled.

His face pressed into my shaved twat. I gasped, feeling the shadow of his whiskers against my raw form. It was a manly delectation, his whiskers rubbing rough across my delicate anatomy. My toes curled. My puss clenched, and then I gasped as his tongue flicked through my folds. He caressed over my Hymen, that thin tissue layer of skin that proved I was still a good lady friend. Then his lingua flicked my clit.

I gasped out in ecstasy as the pleasure exploded from my bud.

It was so much more than intense than my own fumbling masturbation. This was so much better than rubbing my feverous flesh in the duskiness of my bedroom, imagining those pathetic cat at my college like my date, George I. They were male child, not a man like my Daddy. I trembled as he licked again and again, lapping up my cream. I inhaled, smelling myself.

Daddy 's middle stared up my body, looking at my low breast molded by the too-tight blouse I wore. My pap ached and throbbed. I had to present them to him. Whimpering, my hands flew to the buttons of my blouse. They were small and made of absolved plastic. My thumb pushed the first-class honours degree button through its cringle, exposing more of my skin.

I popped the second one through. The third one. I showed just a wind of my cleavage as dad 's tongue lapped at my sheepfold. He caressed me. He stroked my clit and teased my labia. My physical structure shuddered as I undid the quaternary release, only a few more remaining.

I pressed the fifth—

The doorbell rang, chimes resounding throughout the house. I shuddered and popped the fifth button through the grummet. My mother bustled out of the kitchen. She smiled at me as I undid the sixth button. She wiped her handwriting on a dish towel she carried. She reached the room access as I popped through the final button.

I ripped open my blouse as she opened the door.

I exposed my eighteen-year-old titty to my papa. He stared up at me as he sucked on my clit. His bequeath hand, the one not holding my panties, slid up my nubile torso towards my lilliputian tit. His contact was hot. Electrifying.

"Oh, you must be St. George,"my mom said at the room access."I 'm afraid Brittany is n't finished with her father yet. You can come inside. I 'm sure you do n't mind being patient."

I whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut as pappa nibbled on my clit.

"Oh, no, I do n't take care waiting, Mrs. Smith,"my appointment said."I just thought that your husband was still at work."

"Well, he had to send his girl off on your date properly,"Mom said.

As Daddy 's large script engulfed my low chest, I glanced at my engagement. George was such a boy, skinny, a foolish grinning on his face as he stared at me. I could only nod, whimpering ; my teeth clenched as daddy sucked harder on my clit. I squirmed, this untamed heat building and building inside of me. daddy 's lingua lapped up my flooding juices as his finger and quarter round pinched my nipple.

"Oh, yes, dad !"I moaned.

"As you can see, Brittany is a bit of a dada 's girl."Mom laughed. She guided George I to the couch.

He sat down beside me, wearing a squeamish, sorry shirt tucked into his jeans. He rubbed his hands on them, giving my dada and me a nervous nod.

George V just sat there while a literal man ate me out. My pappa loved me. My thighs clamped about my dada 's face. I whimpered as he pinched and rolled my nipple while his glossa darted around my clitoris. Every moment brought me tightlipped and closer to an exploding coming. It was incredible. I was going to experience such ecstasy. Such a foul, terrific delight. My back arched, the heat growing and growing inside of me.

"Oh, George, dad is going to make me cum,"I moaned."He 's so good at this. His back talk feel amazing on my clit."

George nodded."That 's nice, Brittany."

"So, George, where are you taking my daughter ?"Mom babbled.

I did n't care what George V had to say. Mom droned on and on, chit-chatting with my date while I could only savor papa 's thirsty lips. His rightfield hand, holding my tingling step-in against my inner thigh. He pressed the naughty cloth eminent up my leg. I groaned as he rubbed the material into my juicy flesh and sucked on my clit. The pleasure was swelling and swelling interior of me. I could n't take much more of this.

Daddy was just amazing.

My eyes squeezed shut as my snatch clenched tight. Every one of his sucking built and built the pressure inside of me. He twisted my nipple, adding jolts of rapture that shot down to my virgin pussy. My toes curled. I squirmed against the couch, my pigtails dancing around my head. It was so very much. So wondrous.

"dad !"

I came.

pop gave me an sexual climax that was so much more intense than masturbating. So much better than stroking myself. Daddy rubbed my pantie into the outer plication of my convulsing pussycat. I writhed deep inside of me, aching to be filled. For my consummate depths to be penetrated by a man.

By my dada.

He sucked on my clitoris, growling around it like a hungry wolf. Wave after wave of rapture flooded through me. My eyes shot clear as I bucked in delight. I ground against him, squeaking and gasping and moaning in wordless joy. My orgasm overwhelmed me. The bliss drowned my thoughts. My hands trembled. My left paw darted out, brushing St. George 's. I grasped my day of the month 's articulatio radiocarpea as my daddy made me cum.

"Wow, you and your girl are very close,"George said as I gripped his wrist.

"She 's my little fille,"Daddy growled, lifting his fount from my pussy.

I shuddered as my orgasmic rapture hit its superlative. I hung there for a rattling second before I floated down into buzzing seventh heaven. I kept gripping George 's carpus, squeezing him as my groan grew soft. I sucked in deeply breather, struggling to regain myself. Little moans and gentle suspiration escape my sassing. I felt so dizzy. Almost dazed.

"Oh, dada, that was amazing."

dad rose above me, staring down at me. I shuddered, witnessing his pecker thrust out of the fly of his slack. He was so operose. He was in such need of being satiated.

I flicked my tongue across my sassing, debating blowing him.

No, he needed something better. Something more confidant. Something that only his piffling young woman could break him.

"I 'm good-for-naught, George,"I told my engagement."I just ca n't leave my daddy here with a hardon. You understand, right ?"

"Yeah,"he said."We still have metre to make the movie. Go ahead, take tending of your daddy."

"Good boy,"daddy grunted in approval."Brittany, I 've wanted you for so long. Goddamn, watching you rise into that sexy, small minx has been almost more than I could study. The way you dress ... The way you flounced around, teasing me ... But you 're finally being a well girl."

"Your good young lady, dad,"I moaned, my release hand darting out to grab his gumshoe."I 'm set. I 'm fix to give you my virginity. I saved it just for you, Daddy."

I held Daddy 's cock in my manus, feeling how warm it was. He throbbed and pulsed, the beat of his passion pumping through his girth. He stared down at me, this primeval growl growing and growing in his throat. I shuddered, gripping George 's wrist as I brought my pappa closer and finisher to my pussy.

I gasped at the incestuous contact of Daddy 's hammer against my virginal vulva. His tip brushed my clit before I slid him down my kitty-cat mouth. His growl grew tawdry and louder as I brought him towards the entryway of my pussy. He could feel my hymen, that proof that I was his full girl. I quivered there, ready to be penetrated.

"I love you, pop !"I moaned.

"Brittany !"dada growled and thrust.

My eyes widened as my hymen stretched and stretched. St. George winced as I gripped his carpus with a blotto clasp. I groaned, the bother growing. I knew losing my virginity would hurt, but it would be so Worth it to fall in my daddy this gift. I moaned through my clinch teeth as he kept pushing against my hymen.

My cherry red popped.

I gasped as daddy plunged several inches into my deflowered depths. My eyes widened as he went deeper and deeper. I could feel him reaching up inside of me. Our eubstance were uniting. The very cock that had started me in my mother 's uterus was now sliding into my fertile depths. My thigh latched around him, pulling him in as the gratifying massage of his dick against my juicy wall soothed away the fleeting pain.

dad stared into my eyes.

I trembled, my little white meat rising and falling as he waited, buried in me. My pussy slowly grew used to his cinch."You 're so big, Daddy."

"Just tell me when you 're ready,"he groaned."Goddamn, you feel amazing, Brittany."

"Oh, George, I took every column inch of my daddy 's dick. Is n't that wonderful ?"

"Yeah,"George said."We just have to, you know, get going soon."

"Oh, hush, let them enjoy themselves,"Mom said."Henry Martyn Robert, dearest, take our daughter 's offset clip magical."

"He is doing that, Mom,"I moaned as Daddy shifted his hips, stirring his cock interior of me."Daddy !"

"Ready ?"he asked.

"Uh-huh,"I moaned and nodded.

It was so incredible as he drew back his hips. My naughty cunny clenched around his dick. My deflowered flesh clung to him. pleasure rippled through me. Every in of him moving through my pussy gave me such delight. I shuddered, my finger flexing. I gripped George III 's with my left handwriting while my right reached out to grab the back of daddy 's neck. I pulled him down as his cock drive back into me. His heavy balls smacked my taint. My pussy clenched around them as a undulation of pleasure shot through me.

"pa !"I moaned, drunk on this moment.

The couch groaned as daddy pumped his hips. He pressed me back into the shock, my pussy welcoming his every stab. I humped against him, my fiddling titties jiggling. It was so incredible. Another sexual climax built and built inside of me. My cunny fed on the friction of dad 's big hawkshaw plunging into me again and again. I whimpered, my eye fluttering as the rapture spilled through my body.

dad 's heavy balls smacked into me again and again. They brimmed with his come. I wanted that in me. No condom. No birth control. Just his incestuous passion mixed inside of me. It felt so rightfield. My hips undulated, stirring my naughty cunny around his thrusting shaft. My clit ached and throbbed, bursting with pleasure every prison term it rubbed against his pubic bone.

"Oh, Henry Martyn Robert, you 're making our little young lady tactile property so good,"Mom said."Is n't he, George ?"

"Yeah,"my day of the month groaned, his vox throaty as he watched a real man fuck me. He watched my daddy put his dick in me.

He stirred me up, my pussy boiling around him. I squeezed my twat tight about his thick dick. I clenched my naughty hole. I did n't require to let go. I wanted him to outride in me forever.

I gasped and moaned, gripping George 's wrist as I came closer and closer to my coming. My entire torso tensed. pop thrust faster. It was like he sensed my motive. He knew that I needed a bit more clash to set off my fires. I could feel the hummer rising. The tinder was about to catch.

I blazed.

"pappa !"I gasped as my incestuous orgasm erupted inside of me.

Flames of rapture burned out of my pussycat. Heat swept through my organic structure, setting my thinker on flame. I gasped and moaned. Stars, little electric arc that flared and died, danced before my eyes. My cunny spasmed and writhed about his dick plunging in and out of me. Every jab sent more rapturous hotness sweeping through me.

"Bretagne,"daddy growled, slamming into me.

"Cum in me, daddy !"I moaned."Oh, yes, just cum in me !"

Daddy thrust into me, plowing into my spasming pussy over and over. My snatch convulsed around his prick, welcoming him with every stab. I was massaging it with my once-pure flesh. I was savoring every plunge, every intemperately stab of his putz into me. The delight burned raging and hotter inside of me. I whimpered, my remaining helping hand clutching on George 's wrist, feeling my date squirm beside me as my daddy made me cum over and over again.

"I love you, pop !"I squealed."Please, please, cum in me !"

"Yes, cum in our footling girl, Robert, honey."Mom sounded so supportive. She was so happy.

"Yeah, Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith,"George groaned."Your daughter needs it."

"I do, George."My twat writhed about my daddy 's putz."I do take my pop 's cum in me. Please, please, give it to me, pappa !"

"Brittany, honey !"dad growled, clutching those electrifying pantie in his hand. He slammed to the hilt in me. My small bosom quivered as his balls smacked into my taint.

I felt the first jet of dad 's hot cum firing in my fecund depths.

My pussy writhed harder. An orgasm far more intense than the others, a firestorm of ecstasy, swept through me. My cunny milked my daddy 's cock. I felt every eruption of his incestuous seeded player into me. I gasped and moaned, the swarthiness now devouring my vision. I squealed, ineffectual to say wrangle as this sorcerous second swept over me. I stared into my daddy 's dark eyes as he grunted. Groaned.

I knew I 'd always be his fiddling girl.

He kissed me. His tongue thrust into my mouth as my twat wrung his cock dry. He grunted while my pleasure peeked in me. I released George I 's wrist to hug my daddy tight. My fingernails scratched down his vertebral column, rasping against his shirt. He growled and then groaned as I drained him dry. I had every drop in me. I was full of his wonderful cum.

It was perfect. Just the way it was supposed to be. I was so happy I found those scanty. Lucky me.

pop broke the candy kiss. He stared into my eyes."I love you, Brittany."

I rubbed my kickshaw nose into his large one."I love you too, Daddy."Then I giggled."If you do n't get off of me, I ca n't leave on my escort. George 's been pretty patient."

Daddy smiled."Yes, he has."

I shuddered as Daddy pulled his rooster out of my juicy cunny. I clenched tight, wanting to trap every driblet of his incestuous seed in me. My custody darted out, snagging my panties away from his travelling bag. He smiled at me.

"Thanks for holding onto these, Daddy,"I said, thrusting my feet through both leg holes.

"It was all my pleasance,"Daddy said, winking at me.

As he put away his pecker, wet with my pussycat cream, I drew my panties up past my stifle and worked them up my thighs. A frisson raced down my legs, making me shudder. I was so glad to be pa 's little girl.

"And you, son, you better have my girl back by ten,"dad growled at George.

"Oh, he will,"I said, lifting up my buttocks so I could pull out on my cute panties the rest period of the way. I felt the crotch seat against my shaved pussy, making sure enough Daddy 's cum would be in me all throughout my engagement."I want to get home with enough time to make get it on to you again, Daddy."

He smiled at me as he sank down onto his recliner.

"Such a good daughter,"Mom said as she rose from the couch."Robert, honey, I 'll have dinner fix in thirty minutes."grinning, Mom headed towards the kitchen.

I stood up and begin buttoning my blouse, my pigtails swaying about my shoulders. I covered up my bosom and smoothed down my chick. I smiled at George, loving how we squirmed. He had a hardon bulging his jeans.

Poor guy, he 'd take in to wait until he got home tonight to rent care of that. I certainly was n't going to contribute him anything. Not even a handwriting job. I was a good missy. My hands, my mouth, my pussy, and even my asshole, were all Daddy's.

George VI stood up and took my arm. I smiled, looking up at him."And you behave,"I told him."I 'm a near girl, recall ?"

"Yeah, I saw,"George said, smiling."Well, let 's get to the moving-picture show. You 're gon na do it it."

I bet I would. George was a nice boy. He felt safe. Not one of those boys who would try to take advantage of me. He understood that I would always be Daddy 's little girl.

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The figure who created the panties smiled.

His first creation was a huge success. It was deserving the delay for Brittany to finally put them on. He knew she would be forever glad. In nine calendar month, she would produce a baby. The first of the many children she would bear her Daddy. One day, she would even get married, but she would forever give herself to her male parent. Her husband, maybe even this goat George, would understand. He might be married to Brittany, but her body would forever belong to her daddy.

The number brushed the next duad of pantie with a bingle word printed across the rear in gold, sparkling letters : Bratty.

To be continued in the next tale of Mind-Controlling Panties ...