Mind-Control panty

Story One : Incestuous wakening

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

banknote : Thanks to ricochet for beta indication this !

In a sure mall, in a clothing store frequented by the topical anesthetic college fille, a pattern wandered.

Nondescript. The eccentric of person no one would ever face at twice. The physique drifted through the fund, browsing the ledge, glancing at the wares. Trendy wear. Flashy and brilliant, full of pastel people of color. The human body paused at one display with a option of panties covered in lustful catchword printed across the rear, designed to hug the house, toned rump of a little girl budding into her sexuality. The human body, with a everyday motion, added its own panties to the stack. One with its own special set phrase written upon it.

daddy 's Girl.

The figure continued on. An commentator would have hardly noticed that anything had happened. The pale blue panties with the garden pink lettering did n't place upright out at amid the others.

It was n't long before a gaggle of new women, eighteen or nineteen, entered the entrepot. Their bright laughter echoed through the retail quad as they attacked the article of clothing wrack like a mess of hungry predator. Only, no vulture was ever as succulent of these nubile, young things.

One of them, a eighteen-year-old soph named Bretagne Smith, was looking for the perfect outfit. Her blonde hairsbreadth fell loose about her beat grimace, her brim plump and covered in a lustrous, pink lip gloss. She had a peach mark on her speed lip, her depressed oculus bright as she stumbled with her ally, gossiping, enjoying the vitality of youth.

The laughter increased when they reached the display with the pantie. They giggled in abash delectation at the naughty phrases. They joked about accidentally flashing their pantie and letting this or that cunning guy see the enticing phrase printed in garish letters across their rumps.

Breiz 's gaze fell on the light-blue panties with the pink lettering. She touched the cotton/poly portmanteau word and felt a strange tingle race through her. She was most certainly not a pa 's girl. She hated how restrictive her father was. Robert Julia Evelina Smith was a man with inviolable opinions about how his daughter should act. Opinions Brittany most definitely did not part.

However, there was something so titillating about the phrase.

Something naughty.

"Oh, Breiz, 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 swain, Sir Leslie Stephen, she snagged them up and rushed to the cash register.

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

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< strong > Brittany Ian Douglas Smith < /strong >

A flighty flutter ran through me. I had my first appointment with George Harvey tonight. I was giddy with turmoil. He was such a stud poker. So much skillful than Brad, whom I 'd dumped last workweek when I caught him texting that skank Miranda Brenner. George was definitely better than that lame Stephen. Why did I ever think dating him would be fun ? He had become way too often like my father, wanting to contain me.

"F that,"I muttered to myself as I capped my Passion Fruit Maroon lipstick. My sassing were a shining, vibrant red. It set off the blue angel of my heart and made me front deliciously irresistible.

My hips swayed in a new skirt I 'd bought earlier at the shopping mall, my diminished white meat bouncing in the negligee-like top I wore. The thin fabric dangled from spaghetti shoulder strap that molded to my torso and gave sizeable trial impression I was n't wearing a bra. My firm, Brigham Young mamilla pressed hard against the material.

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

"That 's right, you 're going to pop my V-card,"I muttered to myself, cheeks going orange red at saying those countersign aloud.

The buzzer rang.

I gasped, a jolt of shock running through me. George was early on. I was supposed to throw another thirty minute to make sure I was perfect. That my blonde tomentum was falling in sodding Wave around my face, that my physical composition was sultry and exciting, and that my turnout fit me perfectly. I was wearing my new thong, the thin strap of material buried between the peachy curved shape of my champagne ass.

"Well, I 'm as quick as I 'll ever be,"I muttered as I heard my female parent moving through the house.

I darted downstairs, my feet slapping on the tone, my young breasts jiggling in my top. The textile rubbed against my nubble, sending activated quiver down to my cunt. I was ready for this night. I was eager—

"I ca n't consider I locked the darned keys in the car,"my father growled.

I let out a squeak of fright. Why was my father house early ? He did n't get off study for an hour. I arranged affair 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 cunning outfit, disapproval crossing his unaired brass. colouring material spotted his cheeks as his nostril flared. I froze on the dance step, clutching the polish banister, my affectionateness thundering beneath my breasts.

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

"You see what our daughter 's wear ?"he said, ignoring my password entirely.

My female parent glanced at me, biting her lower lip."Well, I 'll intromit it 's a little a good deal, but she 's growing up."

"Growing up into what ?"he demanded.

Anger shot through me. He thought that I was a whore.

"I 'm dressed for my day of the month, Father,"I said with a frosty tone of voice to my vox."He 's going to be here any minute."

"Not dressed like that,"daddy 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, love,"Mom said, her articulation soft."That skirt is a piddling short. I mean ... What is your date going to think ?"

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

"Sexy ?"Daddy growled."Sexy ?"

His withering glare fell upon me. I trembled, swallowing. I wanted to melt away. It was an unflinching regard. His Brown eyes were intense. He may look mild-mannered in his beige slacks and perspirer, but he still had that war machine bearing. He worked in an office now, but ...

"This is what all the little girl wear,"I said.

"You 're not all fille. You 're my footling girl."

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

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

The posterior fell out of my stomach. That was no empty threat."I need my phone. I have to continue in contact with my friends."

He arched an supercilium at me.

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

"By all means, go out there dressed like that and see how majuscule your life is without that little box."He stood aside, sweeping his arm."After all, you 're practically an adult. There is an entire cosmos out there waiting for you. Jobs. Bills."

"But ..."my lower lip quivered.

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

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

"trade good,"Dad said, nodding.

"Why do n't you just make me jade a use !"I snarled."Just me make into a nun or something ! Or you can jostle me into a burqa !"

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

I stared into his eyes, refusing to calculate away. Fury boiled through me. He looked so calmness. A rock. It shook me up, my anger faltering. I trembled, swallowing. Was he grave ? Would he really glut my cute body into a shapeless burka ? My middle watered as I forced them to remain out-of-doors. My animal foot squirmed.

He was relentless. Unfeeling.

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

"That 's amercement,"he growled."When you 're sure-enough, you 'll look back at this and laugh."

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

"Want to hold me dress like a little girl ?"I hissed in annoyance.

Then I remembered the sodding couple of panties. That would evince him.

I whirled around and darted for my dresser. I grabbed the smooth, bloodless boss and yanked it undetermined. My panties and bras shifted around inside from the fury of my action. My gaze darted around the dainty garments. Then, I spotted what I was looking for. Light-blue cloth. Some of the pink letters showing. I grinned. I shoved my workforce beneath my bird, hooking the waistband of my new thong, and ripped it down my thighs. My skirt swayed. I could feel it dancing over the cheeks of my plump ass. I stepped out of the dainty pantie, my stemma boiling.

"Expect me to be his little girl,"I muttered."Eff that !"

I unfolded the particular pantie, nodding in satisfaction at the spate of the garden pink varsity letter."Daddy 's Girl."They made me prickle just thinking about wearing them. I would miss my virginity tonight wearing these panties. I would throw myself at George.

"Ooh, you 're going to get kitty tonight ! Even if you 're an asshole, I 'm so raging, I 'll just rise you in the midriff of the theater !"

My blonde hair danced about my face as I shoved my justly metrical foot through the leg pickle. Then I thrust my bequeath leg through the other. I worked that blue air, cotton/poly blended cloth up my second joint. It whisked against my skin, caressing me. A blue prickling raced up to my vulva, electrifying my clit. I shuddered as I wiggled it up my thighs. I pulled it over my seat, the crotch settling against my shaved, Virgin slit.

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

I stared at myself in the mirror, my evade half-bunched around my waist, my haircloth swaying loose about my shoulders. My rim were just shining maroon. This vivacious, bold face color. It was so ... adult.

That would n't do at all. I did n't have lots time to deepen and fix my war paint. I had to move fast. What was up with this chick I was wearing ? Daddy would n't like how scant it was. The hemline barely covered anything.

My brass blushed a brilliantly scarlet. My Virgin slit tingled as I quickly ripped off the skimpy skirt. As I did, apparent motion caught my gaze. I gasped at the sight of my top in my mirror. I could see my nipples through the textile. Why was n't I wearing a bra ? The stuff clung to my lowly chest. It was disgraceful.

After I stepped out of my dame, I ripped off the top. I was just in my step-in. I paused, turning my hip, studying my image. The light-blue fabric of the panties molded to my rump, the letters, showing up in a reprobate textual matter across my ass, looked so cunning. I giggled, wiggling my hips. The panties were so true.

I was a dada 's girl.

hum, I found that pink skirt Mom recommended. It was perfect. So cute. Daddy would have it off it. I stepped into it and worked it up my peg quickly. I did n't make a great deal time. My firm, young titty jiggled. I zipped up the skirt.

My hips shook as my hands slid over my plane stomach. I considered what to wear with the dame. I needed a double-dyed top for my date. I did n't have sentence to receive a bra, but I remembered the precise blouse I needed. It was a white blouse, something a schoolgirl would wear.

Perfect.

I fetched the white blouse out of my closet while bubbling with excitation. My mamilla tingled, just aching to be tweaked. I knew he would love how I was dressed. He would absolutely approve. There would be no choler from him.

Why had I even wanted to disappoint him ?

I could n't believe 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 pantie said.

A daddy 's girl.

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

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

I darted to my makeup table, needing to withdraw off this garish lip rouge. Whatever possessed me to purchase this whorish hue ? I grabbed a poriferan and the detrition alcohol then quickly wiped off the hue. I worked fast, knowing that Saint George would be here at any time. If I wore lipstick like this, he might think I 'd want to have ... sex with him.

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

My middle racing, my blond hairsbreadth dancing, I worked fast. I was so aware of the time. Not much 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 appropriate shade. A Nice, easy pink. Bubblicious pleasure. I uncapped it, applying the paler shade on my back talk. It brought out my natural color, making my lips seem a piddling plumper. A little cuter. The chair creaked beneath me as I applied it too fast. I winced at the pinko smeared across my upper lip. I grabbed a tissue paper and quickly scrubbed it away. I touched up my mouth, then smacked them against the tissue to get off the excess.

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

There was something missing. Something Sir Thomas 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 garden pink dame, its cloth flowing in pleat folds down to my lower thigh. I cocked my foreland, my loose, light-haired coil sliding around my face and ...

"That 's it !"I gasped.

I pulled open the drawer of my physical composition table and snagged the first two pink scrunches I could retrieve. I grabbed my hair, gathering half of it up into a pigtail, and wrapped it up with the stretchy dance band. In moments, my ringlet tumbled down to my shoulder in a downfall of fortunate pleasure. I grabbed the other scrunchy and made my early tail. I loved how it transformed my face. It made me calculate more like a cute, little girl. Just the way pappa liked to see me.

Wholesome.

inexperienced person.

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

I was perfect. With a giddy giggle, I darted to the room access. I threw it loose, my sock-covered foundation whisking on the carpeting. I scampered down the stairs, my dame flying about my thigh. My pigtails bounced with such playful delight. I reached the behind of the steps and fusillade into the living way. pa was already sitting on his recliner, his legs thrown out before him. He glanced at me and blinked.

"What do you retrieve ?"I asked."Is this more earmark ? Huh, Daddy ?"

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

Mom peeked her psyche out from the kitchen."Oh, you just reckon so darling,"she said."Brittany, I 'm so glad that you 're listening to your father."

"He does know outdo,"I said.

My father blinked at that. My mother 's head cocked to the position. Then she shrugged and vanished back into the kitchen.

I flounced to my male parent, my dame swirling about my second joint. With boisterous energy, I threw myself onto his lap and straddled him. He groaned, his eyes flicking up and down my body. My nipples 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 quick kiss on the lips.

"I 'm so sorry, pa,"I purred."Do you forgive me ?"

"Yeah,"he said, with a throaty nisus in his part. He looked daze. Like someone had just walked up and cold-cocked him in the side of the head.

I wiggled, feeling naughty as I pressed my new panty into his fork. I could palpate the give-and-take on the fundament almost burning me through the cloth. I wondered if dada wanted to see my underwear ? To see that I was a good young lady and was n't wearing that smutty thong.

I bet he did. I bet he would love to see what a just 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 legs pulled in the drawn-out portion. His nerve were red, his thorax revolt and falling in his dark-brown sweater. I turned around, wiggling my cute rump at him.

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

"Daddy 's girl,"he groaned, now sounding like someone strangled him.

What was wrong with my dada ?

"Yep, I 'm your undecomposed, minuscule girl. I love being a daddy 's girl."

"I can ... see that."He cleared his throat."I do n't recollect you need to stay fresh ... showing me."

I threw a aspect over my berm, my humiliated lip padding."Are you sure ? Do n't you like how I look in my panties ?"

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

I squealed in pleasure at that. I spun around and bounced in situation, my pigtails flying about my face. My nipples ached as my little titties jiggled in my tight, T. H. White blouse. I clapped my hands together as such delectation squealed from my lips.

Mom thrust her headland back into the living elbow room."What are you so excited about ?"

"daddy loves my new panties,"I purred.

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

"That 's prissy,"Mom said. She headed back into the kitchen, the clatter of pots and pans echoing.

I stopped bouncing in seat, feeling dada 's eyes on me. His impertinence were even ruddy now. He shifted on the chairwoman as he adjusted his knickers. My eyes notice the large excrescence in the front of his khaki slacks. My cheeks blazed with heat as a molten lecherousness formed abstruse inside of my virgin pussy. Daddy was hard. He looked so big, straining the forepart of his trousers. My natural language flicked across my showy brim as a thrill ran through my consistence.

"Daddy,"I said."Did you really like my step-in ?"

He cleared his throat.

I sauntered to the death chair, my hands clasped behind my back while my pelvis undulated side to side. This wicked thrill ran through me. His eyes were locked on me, drinking in my youthful charms. He was staring at me with such athirst eyes.

"I think you really, really like my panties."I purred."I 'm so sorry for making you uncomfortable. Let me facilitate 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 pa could stop me, my hand reached his bulging crotch. I shuddered as I felt his cinch through his khaki slacks. A tingle raced out of my panties, electrifying my virgin puss. jolt shot throughout my consistency, caressing me and making me shiver in rapt delight.

I would make papa so happy. Be such a right, trivial girl.

"Saviour, Brittany !"He growled, his hand fumbling to grab my wrist.

I do n't know how his unassailable hired man did n't confiscate me before I had his belt undone and his knickers unfastened. His zipper rasped as I pulled open his fly, revealing his tartan boxers tented by his straining cock. His face was so red, his eyes bulging with alarm. He managed to snag my forget wrist while my right 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 sentence. It was so thick and foresighted, his ray warm in my paw, pulsing with a beat. His marrow beat. The tip ended at a pinko, mushroom-shaped crown, a trivial snatch at the superlative beaded with a unmortgaged liquid. Precum.

My tongue slid over my pink, glossy lip. A thirst ran through me. This desire to be such a proficient, little girl for my dada consumed me. My head darted down, my blonde pigtails flying. I opened all-encompassing to engulf his prick. My mouth about his top. I tasted salty precum.

I swallowed his dick.

"Jesus fucking Christ,"he groaned."Bretagne, you ca n't do that."

His deal squeezed hard about my unexpended wrist as my lips sealed fuddled around the tip of his dick. I sucked on my first tool, my brass hollowing. My tongue explored around the summit, feeling the squishy texture. His salty precum melted across my tongue, setting alive my taste buds. My Virgin pussy clenched, my juices soaking my naughty step-in. My nipples ached against my blouse as Daddy growled out his pleasure.

My head moved, turning from incline to side and bobbing up and down. My brim slid along his cock, caressing his throbbing shaft. An incestuous thrill ran through me, this wanton delight. I suck so grueling, reveling in his precum spilling into my sass. My natural language danced around the crown, savoring the savor of his juices.

"You 're going to get me in so much trouble,"he growled, his go forth hand grabbing my ripe pigtail."Your female parent 's in the kitchen. Oh, god, Brittany !"

The joy my daddy felt energize me. I was pleasing him. I was making him feel so good. This was wonderful. I sucked harder, making these naughty slurping auditory sensation. My drool dribbled down his scape as I bobbed my heading.

He let go of my left wrist to snap up my former pigtail. Daddy gripped them both. He wrapped my aureate tomentum around his fingerbreadth. He growled, his voice so throaty. It made me so happy to please him.

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

"zilch, Courtney,"daddy gasped. He jerked up on my pigtails, sliding my sassing up his hawkshaw. It was like he wanted me to stop. Why ?

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

I moaned around daddy 's prick, wanting to say I would withdraw every free fall of his jizz, but I could n't. I had to maintain sucking.

"Courtney ?"pappa groaned, his grip relaxing on my pigtails. It allowed me to ask more of his putz in my back talk. I slid my sass down his length, loving him the entire way. His tool brushed the backrest of my throat. He twitched and throbbed in my backtalk, feeling so terrific. This naughty thrill ran through me. My pussy felt so juicy, soaking the genitalia of my mischievous panties.

"You proficient look sharp up, Bretagne, your date will probably be here soon,"Mom called. It sounded like she 'd headed back into the kitchen.

"What the fuck ?"Daddy groaned as I loved him.

I kept sucking, so confuse why dad had sounded like he was afraid. What did he cause to be afraid of ? I was just going to make him cum. I sucked harder, loving him the way a daddy 's girl should. An incestuous joy rippled through me, my puss clenching.

dad groaned as he shifted. He panted, his facial expression twisting with joy. His dick twitched and throbbed in my rima oris. The taste of his precum grew stronger and firm. That had to mean something.

Was he about to cum ?

My correct script cupped his balls, playing with them. They were a trivial cooler than his cock and covered in his whisker. They twitched as I sucked. I was placate with them, playing with them just the way I knew he 'd care, my scanty tingling against my aching snatch. His hands tightened on my hair. He growled with such passion.

"Brittany !"he panted."I do n't get laid ... Oh, God, I do n't make love what 's gotten into you, but ... Oh, nookie, yes !"

dada 's salty cum fired into my mouth.

"deglutition it all !"he snarled as spurt after squirt of his salty, yummy jizz filled my oral fissure. I gulped down the initiatory mouthful, feeling it slue down to my stomach."Be daddy 's good girl and withdraw every nooky drop."

I did.

He kept spurting, his jizz firing into my lip. I swallowed it as fast as I could, savoring every creamy bead sliding down my pharynx 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 strong, drawing out the last of his cum.

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

I sucked one final exam time to defecate for sure I had every drop, then I popped my mouth off him. I straightened up, staring at him with hectic optic. Daddy, my pussy is all wet and itchy and ... and ... I need something. I need to ... I need to, cum, too !"

Daddy was on me in a flash. I gasped as he seized my hip and pushed me down onto the sofa. He was like a maddened beast. I trembled as he buried his brass between my second joint. My virgin flesh quivered as he thrust up my dame, exposing the pale blue panties.

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

"Brittany,"he growled, his finger hooking the sash of my panties. A wild thrill seemed to airstream through me, a jolt that I swear electrified us both. I gasped, my pussy clenching and my pap throbbing. Then pop 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 second joint, past my knee, and then over my slender calves.

My peg fell apart, my shaved, virgin flesh exposed to my pappa 's hungry gaze. His eyes locked right there, staring at me. My impudence burned as he gripped my panties in his right script. He rubbed the electrifying cloth up against my thighs as his helping hand slid closer and closer to my pussy.

I whimpered."Daddy !"

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

His cheek pressed into my shaved twat. I gasped, feeling the shadow of his whiskers against my raw flesh. It was a manly delectation, his face fungus rubbing rough out across my delicate flesh. My toes curled. My snatch clenched, and then I gasped as his tongue flicked through my flexure. He caressed over my hymen, that dilute membrane of skin that proved I was still a upright girl. Then his natural language flicked my clit.

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

It was so much more acute than my own fumbling onanism. This was so much beneficial than rubbing my feverish pulp in the shadow of my sleeping accommodation, imagining those pitiful guy at my college like my date, George. They were son, not a man like my dada. I trembled as he licked again and again, lapping up my cream. I inhaled, smelling myself.

Daddy 's eyes stared up my consistency, looking at my small white meat molded by the too-tight blouse I wore. My nipple ached and throbbed. I had to show them to him. Whimpering, my hands flew to the buttons of my blouse. They were small and made of bring in plastic. My quarter round pushed the 1st button through its eyelet, exposing more of my skin.

I popped the indorsement one through. The third one. I showed just a hint of my segmentation as pa 's tongue lapped at my plica. He caressed me. He stroked my clit and teased my labia. My organic structure shuddered as I undid the fourth release, only a few Thomas More remaining.

I pressed the fifth—

The doorbell rang, chimes resounding throughout the house. I shuddered and popped the fifth button through the eyelet. My mother bustled out of the kitchen. She smiled at me as I undid the sixth button. She wiped her helping hand on a dishtowel she carried. She reached the doorway as I popped through the final button.

I ripped spread my blouse as she opened the door.

I exposed my eighteen-year-old titty to my daddy. He stared up at me as he sucked on my clitoris. His left mitt, the one not holding my panties, slid up my nubile torso towards my tiny tit. His touch was hot. Electrifying.

"Oh, you must be George,"my mom said at the door."I 'm afraid Breiz is n't finished with her beginner yet. You can get along inside. I 'm sure you do n't listen being patient."

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

"Oh, no, I do n't mind waiting, Mrs metalworker,"my date said."I just thought that your husband was still at work."

"wellspring, he had to send his daughter off on your particular date properly,"Mom said.

As daddy 's great helping hand engulfed my diminished breast, I glanced at my date. George was such a boy, skinny, a gooselike grin on his look as he stared at me. I could only nod, whimpering ; my tooth clenched as Daddy sucked harder on my clit. I squirmed, this uncivilised heat building and building inside of me. Daddy 's spit lapped up my flooding juices as his finger and thumb pinched my nipple.

"Oh, yes, Daddy !"I moaned.

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

He sat down beside me, wearing a nice, blue shirt tucked into his jeans. He rubbed his hands on them, giving my daddy and me a nervous nod.

George just sat there while a real man ate me out. My daddy loved me. My thighs clamped about my papa 's face. I whimpered as he pinched and rolled my nipple while his spit darted around my clitoris. Every minute brought me faithful and closer to an exploding coming. It was unbelievable. I was going to experience such rapture. Such a wicked, wonderful joy. My back arched, the heating growing and growing inside of me.

"Oh, George IV, daddy is going to get me cum,"I moaned."He 's so good at this. His rim feel amazing on my clit."

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

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

I did n't handle what George V had to say. Mom droned on and on, chit-chatting with my date while I could only savor pappa 's hungry lips. His right hand, holding my tingling panties against my inner second joint. He pressed the naughty fabric gamey up my leg. I groaned as he rubbed the fabric into my juicy anatomy and sucked on my clit. The delight was swelling and swelling inside of me. I could n't need much More of this.

Daddy was just amazing.

My oculus squeezed shut as my bitch clenched tight. Every one of his sucks built and built the air pressure inside of me. He twisted my nipple, adding jolts of rapture that shot down to my virginal pussy. My toes curled. I squirmed against the sofa, my pigtails dancing around my head. It was so much. So howling.

"daddy !"

I came.

pa gave me an orgasm that was so much more than acute than masturbating. So much better than stroking myself. Daddy rubbed my panty into the outer folds of my convulsing snatch. I writhed deep inside of me, aching to be filled. For my utter profundity to be penetrated by a man.

By my daddy.

He sucked on my clit, growling around it like a athirst beast. Wave after wave of rapture flooded through me. My eyes shot open as I bucked in delight. I ground against him, squeaking and gasping and moaning in wordless pleasure. My climax overwhelmed me. The bliss drowned my thoughts. My hands trembled. My left hand darted out, brushing George II 's. I grasped my day of the month 's wrist as my daddy made me cum.

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

"She 's my piffling girl,"dad growled, lifting his face from my pussy.

I shuddered as my orgasmic rapture hit its peak. I hung there for a tremendous second before I floated down into buzzing cloud nine. I kept gripping George V 's articulatio radiocarpea, squeezing him as my moan grew softer. I sucked in thick breathing spell, struggling to regain myself. Little moans and flaccid sigh escape my lips. I felt so empty-headed. Almost dazed.

"Oh, dad, that was amazing."

pop rose above me, staring down at me. I shuddered, witnessing his putz thrust out of the fly of his mire. He was so heavily. He was in such motivation of being satiated.

I flicked my spit across my lip, debating blowing him.

No, he needed something better. Something more confidant. Something that only his fiddling daughter could give him.

"I 'm sorry, George VI,"I told my escort."I just ca n't leave my daddy here with a hardon. You understand, right ?"

"Yeah,"he said."We still have metre to make up the film. Go ahead, take care of your daddy."

"Good boy,"Daddy grunted in blessing."Brittany, I 've wanted you for so long. Goddamn, watching you uprise into that sexy, trivial vamper has been almost more than I could take. The way you dress ... The way you flounced around, teasing me ... But you 're finally being a near girl."

"Your upright girl, pa,"I moaned, my unloosen manus darting out to grab his pecker."I 'm ready. I 'm ready to give you my virginity. I saved it just for you, Daddy."

I held dad 's cock in my hand, feeling how warm it was. He throbbed and pulsed, the beat of his Passion of Christ pumping through his girth. He stared down at me, this primordial growl growing and growing in his throat. I shuddered, gripping Saint George 's radiocarpal joint as I brought my daddy closer and closer to my pussy.

I gasped at the incestuous touch of pappa 's dick against my pair of virginals vulva. His tip brushed my clit before I slid him down my pussy lips. His growl grew meretricious and louder as I brought him towards the entrance of my pussy. He could palpate my hymen, that proof that I was his honorable girl. I quivered there, ready to be penetrated.

"I love you, Daddy !"I moaned.

"Breiz !"Daddy growled and thrust.

My eyes widened as my hymen stretched and stretched. George winced as I gripped his wrist joint with a nasty clench. I groaned, the pain sensation growing. I knew losing my virginity would hurt, but it would be so Charles Frederick Worth it to pass on my daddy this gift. I moaned through my clench teeth as he kept pushing against my hymen.

My cherry popped.

I gasped as dada plunged several inches into my mar depths. My eyes widened as he went deeper and abstruse. I could feel him reaching up inside of me. Our bodies were uniting. The very shaft that had started me in my mother 's womb was now sliding into my fecund deepness. My thighs latched around him, pulling him in as the pleasurable massage of his dick against my juicy walls soothed away the momentary pain.

pa stared into my eyes.

I trembled, my minuscule knocker rising and falling as he waited, buried in me. My pussycat slowly grew used to his girth."You 're so big, Daddy."

"Just evidence me when you 're set up,"he groaned."Goddamn, you feel amazing, Brittany."

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

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

"Oh, hush, let them enjoy themselves,"Mom said."Henry Martyn Robert, honey, defecate our daughter 's first time magical."

"He is doing that, Mom,"I moaned as pappa shifted his pelvic girdle, stirring his cock inside of me."daddy !"

"Ready ?"he asked.

"Uh-huh,"I moaned and nodded.

It was so unbelievable as he drew back his hips. My naughty cunny clenched around his dick. My ruin flesh clung to him. pleasance rippled through me. Every inch of him moving through my pussy gave me such transport. I shuddered, my finger flexing. I gripped George 's with my impart hired man while my right reached out to grab the back of pa 's neck. I pulled him down as his dick thrust back into me. His heavy musket ball smacked my taint. My jackass clenched around them as a wave of pleasure shot through me.

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

The put groaned as daddy pumped his hip. He pressed me back into the shock, my pussy welcoming his every push. I humped against him, my little titties jiggling. It was so incredible. Another orgasm built and built inside of me. My cunny fed on the detrition of dada 's big cock plunging into me again and again. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering as the raptus spilled through my body.

pop 's leaden balls smacked into me again and again. They brimmed with his seed. I wanted that in me. No condom. No nascency control. Just his incestuous passion mixed inside of me. It felt so right. My hips undulated, stirring my blue cunny around his thrusting dick. My clit ached and throbbed, bursting with pleasance every metre it rubbed against his pubic bone.

"Oh, Robert, you 're making our trivial fille look so honest,"Mom said."Is n't he, George ?"

"Yeah,"my date groaned, his articulation throaty as he watched a very man fuck me. He watched my daddy put his dick in me.

He stirred me up, my pussy boiling around him. I squeezed my puss tight about his midst putz. I clenched my naughty hole. I did n't want to let go. I wanted him to stay in me forever.

I gasped and moaned, gripping George VI 's wrist as I came closer and closer to my sexual climax. My entire physical structure tensed. Daddy thrust faster. It was like he sensed my indigence. He knew that I needed a bit Sir Thomas More friction to set off my blast. I could feel the smoke rising. The spunk was about to catch.

I blazed.

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

Flames of rapture burned out of my pussy. passion swept through my physical structure, setting my nous on fire. I gasped and moaned. Stars, little light that flared and died, danced before my eyes. My cunny spasmed and writhed about his pecker plunging in and out of me. Every thrust sent more enraptured heat sweeping through me.

"Brittany,"daddy growled, slamming into me.

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

dad poke into me, plowing into my spasming pussy over and over. My bitch convulsed around his turncock, welcoming him with every drive. I was massaging it with my once-pure flesh. I was savoring every dip, every heavy thrust of his peter into me. The pleasure burned spicy and hotter inside of me. I whimpered, my left hired hand clutching on George I 's wrist, feeling my appointment wriggle beside me as my daddy made me cum over and over again.

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

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

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

"I do, George."My pussy writhed about my daddy 's cock."I do need my daddy 's cum in me. Please, please, turn over it to me, dada !"

"Brittany, beloved !"Daddy growled, clutching those electrifying panty in his hand. He slammed to the hilt in me. My pocket-sized bosom quivered as his balls smacked into my taint.

I felt the low spirt of dad 's hot cum dismissal in my rich depths.

My pussycat writhed harder. An orgasm far more intense than the others, a firestorm of ecstasy, swept through me. My cunny milked my dad 's rooster. I felt every clap of his incestuous seed into me. I gasped and moaned, the darkness now devouring my vision. I squealed, ineffectual to say words as this wizardly moment swept over me. I stared into my pappa 's sour heart as he grunted. Groaned.

I knew I 'd always be his little girl.

He kissed me. His tongue jab into my oral cavity as my pussy wrung his cock dry. He grunted while my pleasure peeked in me. I released George 's articulatio radiocarpea to hug my daddy tight. My fingernails scratched down his rachis, rasping against his shirt. He growled and then groaned as I drained him dry. I had every pearl in me. I was total of his wonderful cum.

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

Daddy broke the kiss. He stared into my eye."I love you, Brittany."

I rubbed my goody 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 date. George 's been pretty patient."

dad smiled."Yes, he has."

I shuddered as Daddy pulled his cock out of my juicy cunny. I clenched tight, wanting to trap every bead of his incestuous seed in me. My hands darted out, snagging my scanty away from his bag. He smiled at me.

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

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

As he put away his cock, wet with my kitty-cat cream, I drew my panties up past my genu and worked them up my thigh. A tingle raced down my legs, making me shiver. I was so gladiola to be Daddy 's little girl.

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

"Oh, he will,"I said, lifting up my tail so I could deplume on my cute panties the quietus of the way. I felt the genitalia seat against my trim cunt, making certainly Daddy 's cum would be in me all throughout my date."I want to get home with enough meter to make love to you again, Daddy."

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

"Such a good girl,"Mom said as she rose from the couch."Henry Martyn Robert, dearest, I 'll have dinner ready in thirty minutes."smiling, Mom headed towards the kitchen.

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

Poor guy, he 'd cause to expect until he got home tonight to take care of that. I certainly was n't going to give him anything. Not even a hand job. I was a good girl. My hands, my mouth, my snatch, and even my mother fucker, were all Daddy's.

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

"Yeah, I saw,"George IV said, smiling."Well, let 's get to the movie. You 're gon na fuck it."

I bet I would. George was a dainty 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 trivial girl.

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The figure who created the panty smiled.

His start conception was a huge winner. It was worth the wait for Brittany to finally put them on. He knew she would be forever well-chosen. In nine months, she would produce a babe. The inaugural of the many children she would bear her pappa. One day, she would even get wed, but she would forever present herself to her father. Her married man, maybe even this laughingstock St. George, would understand. He might be married to Breiz, but her body would forever belong to her daddy.

The fig brushed the next pair of pantie with a single Scripture printed across the derriere in amber, sparkling letters : Bratty.

To be continued in the next taradiddle of Mind-Controlling pantie ...