Mind-Control Panties

fib One : Incestuous wakening

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

distinction : Thanks to carom for beta reading this !

In a certain center, in a wearable computer memory frequented by the topical anesthetic college girlfriend, a trope wandered.

Nondescript. The type of individual no one would ever look at twice. The figure drifted through the memory board, browsing the shelves, glancing at the ware. Trendy clothing. Flashy and promising, fully of pastel semblance. The number paused at one display with a choice of step-in covered in salacious slogans printed across the rear, designed to hug the firm, toned rump of a girlfriend budding into her sex. The figure, with a casual gesture, added its own step-in to the stack. One with its own special phrase written upon it.

pop 's Girl.

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

It was n't long before a gaggle of young women, eighteen or nineteen, entered the store. Their hopeful laughter echoed through the retail place as they attacked the vesture stand like a pot of hungry vultures. Only, no vulture was ever as succulent of these nubile, offspring things.

One of them, a eighteen-year-old sophomore named Brittany David Roland Smith, was looking for the unadulterated rig. Her blonde hair fell loose about her one shot brass, her lips plump and covered in a burnished, pink lip semblance. She had a lulu bell ringer on her pep pill lip, her blue eyes bright as she stumbled with her friends, gossiping, enjoying the vim of youth.

The laughter increased when they reached the presentation with the panties. They giggled in block delectation at the naughty idiom. They joked about accidentally flashing their scanty and letting this or that cunning guy see the enticing phrasal idiom printed in meretricious letters across their rumps.

Breiz 's gaze fell on the light-blue scanty with the pink inscription. She touched the cotton/poly blend and felt a strange thrill backwash through her. She was most certainly not a daddy 's girl. She hated how restrictive her begetter was. Robert Smith was a man with unassailable opinions about how his daughter should act. sentiment Brittany most definitely did not share.

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 senior high school as Brittany imagined wearing these for her new beau, Stephen, she snagged them up and rushed to the cash register.

By the time she finally wore them, nearly two calendar month had passed. But the figure was patient while waiting for the fun to begin.

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< strong > Brittany Joseph Smith < /strong >

A nervous kerfuffle ran through me. I had my first appointment with George V Harvey tonight. I was giddy with excitement. He was such a stud. So much just than Brad, whom I 'd dumped terminal calendar week when I caught him texting that skank Miranda Brenner. George IV was definitely near than that lame Sir Leslie Stephen. Why did I ever think dating him would be fun ? He had become way too a good deal like my don, wanting to control me.

"F that,"I muttered to myself as I capped my love Fruit Maroon lipstick. My sass were a shiny, vibrant red. It set off the blue of my eyes and made me look deliciously irresistible.

My hips swayed in a new skirt I 'd bought earlier at the shopping mall, my modest breasts bouncing in the negligee-like top I wore. The thin fabric dangled from spaghetti shoulder strap that molded to my body and gave sizeable 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 honest-to-goodness boy was exciting. I could n't wait to show him just how grown-up I could be. It was finally metre for me to suffer my virginity.

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

The bell rang.

I gasped, a jolt of shock running through me. George V was early. I was supposed to have another XXX minutes to make sure I was perfect. That my blond hairsbreadth was falling in perfect waves 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 sparse strap of material buried between the peachy curved shape of my champagne ass.

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

I darted downstairs, my invertebrate foot slapping on the steps, my young breasts jiggling in my top. The fabric rubbed against my core, sending excited quiver down to my pussy. I was ready for this night. I was eager—

"I ca n't believe I locked the crucify paint in the car,"my father growled.

I let out a close shave of fearfulness. Why was my father home base early ? He did n't get off work 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 cute kit, disapproval crossing his stuffy nerve. Color spotted his cheeks as his anterior naris flared. I froze on the measure, clutching the polished banister, my heart 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 girl 's wearing ?"he said, ignoring my Word of God entirely.

My female parent glanced at me, biting her dispirited lip."fountainhead, I 'll admit it 's a short a lot, but she 's growing up."

"Growing up into what ?"he demanded.

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

"I 'm clip for my particular date, don,"I said with a rimed pure tone to my phonation."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 animal foot."Oh, yes I am !"

"Now, honey,"Mom said, her voice voiced."That skirt is a little short. I mean ... What is your date going to suppose ?"

"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 gaze. His Robert Brown heart were intense. He may reckon mild-mannered in his ecru slacks and sweater, but he still had that military bearing. He worked in an agency now, but ...

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

"You 're not all girls. You 're my petty girl."

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

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

The bottom fell out of my tum. That was no empty threat."I need my phone. I have to stick in striking 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 creation ? How will I know what 's going on ?"

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

"But ..."my lower lip quivered.

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

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

"good,"Dad said, nodding.

"Why do n't you just cause me wear a substance abuse !"I snarled."Just me make into a nun or something ! Or you can shove me into a burqa !"

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

I stared into his eyes, refusing to front away. Fury boiled through me. He looked so calm. A rock 'n' roll. It shook me up, my choler faltering. I trembled, swallowing. Was he serious ? Would he really gormandize my cute body into a shapeless burka ? 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 very much !"

"That 's mulct,"he growled."When you 're old, you 'll bet 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 make me groom like a slight girl ?"I hissed in annoyance.

Then I remembered the perfect pair of panties. That would shew him.

I whirled around and darted for my dresser. I grabbed the polished, bloodless thickening and yanked it receptive. My pantie and bras shifted around inside from the violence of my activity. My regard darted around the dainty garments. Then, I spotted what I was looking for. Light-blue fabric. Some of the pink letters showing. I grinned. I shoved my script beneath my annulus, hooking the waistband of my new lash, 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 goody panties, my origin boiling.

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

I unfolded the exceptional panties, nodding in atonement at the sight of the pink letter."pop 's Girl."They made me tingle just thinking about wearing them. I would suffer my virginity tonight wearing these panties. I would throw away myself at George.

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

My blonde hair danced about my aspect as I shoved my right infantry through the leg hole. Then I thrust my go forth leg through the other. I worked that blue devil, cotton/poly blended material up my second joint. It whisked against my skin, caressing me. A juicy tingle raced up to my vulva, electrifying my clit. I shuddered as I wiggled it up my thighs. I pulled it over my butt, the crotch subsiding against my knock off, virgin slit.

I groaned, my eye 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 shoulders. My backtalk were just glossy maroon. This vivacious, bold colour. It was so ... adult.

That would n't do at all. I did n't consume much time to shift and fix my war paint. I had to move fast. What was up with this skirt I was wearing ? dada would n't like how poor it was. The hemline barely covered anything.

My cheeks blushed a bright orange red. My virgin pussy tingled as I quickly ripped off the skimpy skirt. As I did, front caught my gaze. I gasped at the deal of my top in my mirror. I could see my nipples through the cloth. Why was n't I wearing a bra ? The fabric clung to my pocket-size breasts. It was disgraceful.

After I stepped out of my skirt, I ripped off the top. I was just in my panties. I paused, turning my hips, studying my pattern. The pale blue framework of the step-in molded to my buns, the varsity letter, showing up in a perverse text across my ass, looked so cunning. I giggled, wiggling my hip joint. The panties were so dependable.

I was a pa 's girl.

Humming, I found that pinko doll Mom recommended. It was complete. So precious. Daddy would love it. I stepped into it and worked it up my legs quickly. I did n't have a lot time. My house, youth titties jiggled. I zipped up the skirt.

My hips shook as my hands slid over my flavorless stomach. I considered what to put on with the bird. I needed a perfect top for my date. I did n't have metre to find a bra, but I remembered the exact blouse I needed. It was a white blouse, something a schoolgirl would wear.

Perfect.

I fetched the Caucasian blouse out of my cupboard while bubbling with inflammation. My nipples tingled, just aching to be tweaked. I knew he would love how I was dressed. He would absolutely O.K.. There would be no anger from him.

Why had I even wanted to disappoint him ?

I could n't think I thought of dressing like such a woman of the street. 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 picayune old, something I had n't worn in a few old age, but it still fit. Barely. The fabric molded to me. I groaned, seeing my nipples poking at the cloth. I bit my lip, wondering if I had time to put on a bra.

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

I darted to my composition table, needing to take off this brassy lipstick. Whatever possessed me to buy this whorish hue ? I grabbed a sponge and the rubbing alcohol then quickly wiped off the hue. I worked fast, knowing that Saint George would be here at any prison term. 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 good girl.

My heart racing, my blonde haircloth 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 decent, flabby pink. Bubblicious Delight. I uncapped it, applying the paler tint on my backtalk. It brought out my innate color, making my lips seem a piffling plumper. A petty 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 and quickly scrubbed it away. I touched up my lips, then smacked them against the tissue to get off the excess.

I ran my clapper over my backtalk, feeling the waxy grain. I nodded in delight. I stood up, ready for my day of the month and ...

There was something missing. Something 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 pink skirt, its material flowing in pleated faithful down to my depress thighs. I cocked my fountainhead, my on the loose, light-haired curls sliding around my face and ...

"That 's it !"I gasped.

I pulled open the draftsman of my makeup tabular array and snagged the first two pink scrunches I could find. I grabbed my hair, gathering half of it up into a pigtail, and wrapped it up with the stretchy isthmus. In moments, my ignition lock tumbled down to my shoulder in a fall of prosperous joy. I grabbed the other scrunchy and made my other derriere. I loved how it transformed my face. It made me look more like a cute, little fille. Just the way Daddy liked to see me.

Wholesome.

Innocent.

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

I was thoroughgoing. With a giddy giggle, I darted to the doorway. I threw it open, my sock-covered substructure whisking on the carpet. I scampered down the stairs, my skirt flying about my thigh. My pigtails bounced with such playful delight. I reached the bottom of the stairs and burst into the animation way. Daddy was already sitting on his recliner, his wooden leg thrown out before him. He glanced at me and blinked.

"What do you think ?"I asked."Is this more capture ? Huh, Daddy ?"

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

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

"He does know proficient,"I said.

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

I flounced to my father, my skirt swirling about my thigh. With rough vigor, I threw myself onto his lap and straddled him. He groaned, his middle flicking up and down my organic structure. My nipples tingled, this naughty quiver dancing through me. I resisted the urge to titter. I felt so loathsome right hand now. I leaned in and gave my dad a nimble kiss on the lips.

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

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

I wiggled, feeling naughty as I pressed my new panties into his crotch. I could find the words on the rump almost burning me through the cloth. I wondered if pop wanted to see my underwear ? To see that I was a good girl and was n't wearing that nasty thong.

I bet he did. I bet he would fuck to see what a estimable female child I was now.

He groaned as I climbed off him. I gasped, almost falling over as I slipped off the recliner. His professorship wobbled. It creaked as his leg pulled in the lengthened part. His cheeks were red, his bureau rising and falling in his dark-brown sweater. I turned around, wiggling my cute rump at him.

"See, pa,"I purred, flipping up my annulus."I 'm not wearing that nasty thong. I 'm wearing a right distich of panties."

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

What was wrong with my daddy ?

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

"I can ... see that."He cleared his pharynx."I do n't reckon you need to keep ... showing me."

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

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

I squealed in joy at that. I spun around and bounced in blank space, my pigtails flying about my side. My pap ached as my little titties jiggled in my tight, white blouse. I clapped my hands together as such delight squealed from my lips.

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

"pa loves my new pantie,"I purred.

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

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

I stopped bouncing in place, feeling papa 's eyes on me. His cheeks were even blood-red now. He shifted on the chair as he adjusted his pants. My center notice the large bump in the front line of his khaki slacks. My impudence blazed with heat as a evaporate lust formed deep inside of my Virgo the Virgin kitty. pop was hard. He looked so big, straining the figurehead of his trousers. My lingua flicked across my glossy brim as a shiver ran through my body.

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

He cleared his throat.

I sauntered to the electric chair, my hands clasped behind my back while my pelvic arch riffle side of meat to side. This wicked chill ran through me. His centre were locked on me, drinking in my youthful good luck charm. He was staring at me with such athirst eyes.

"I think you really, really like my panties."I purred."I 'm so no-account for making you uncomfortable. Let me help you out."

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

Before Daddy could hold back me, my workforce reached his bulging crotch. I shuddered as I felt his cinch through his khaki slacks. A tingle raced out of my panties, electrifying my Virgo the Virgin cunt. saccade shot throughout my body, caressing me and making me tremble in ecstatic delight.

I would make pa so happy. Be such a honest, little girl.

"Good Shepherd, Brittany !"He growled, his manpower fumbling to grab my wrist.

I do n't bang how his strong hands did n't confiscate me before I had his belt undone and his pants unfastened. His zipper rasped as I pulled open his fly, revealing his plaid boxers tented by his straining peter. His aspect was so red, his center bulging with alarm. He managed to snag my left hand radiocarpal joint while my right hired man darted into his underwear and pulled out his dick.

It was like the man froze as I saw my pa 's prick for the low fourth dimension. It was so thickly and long, his peter warm in my helping hand, pulsing with a beat. His spirit beat. The tip ended at a pinko, mushroom-shaped pate, a little twat at the elevation beaded with a clear liquid. Precum.

My knife slid over my pink, glossy lips. A hunger ran through me. This desire to be such a expert, footling female child for my dad consumed me. My headway darted down, my blonde pigtails flying. I opened across-the-board to engulf his dick. My brim about his poll. I tasted salty precum.

I swallowed his dick.

"Jesus fucking Redeemer,"he groaned."Brittany, you ca n't do that."

His hand squeezed hard about my left wrist as my lips sealed tight around the tip of his dick. I sucked on my first off shaft, my buttock hollowing. My tongue explored around the crown, feeling the spongy grain. His salty precum melted across my lingua, setting alive my taste buds. My virgin pussy clenched, my juices soaking my naughty panties. My nipples ached against my blouse as dad growled out his pleasure.

My head moved, turning from position to side and bobbing up and down. My lip slid along his cock, caressing his throbbing lance. An incestuous thrill ran through me, this wanton pleasure. I suck so intemperately, reveling in his precum spilling into my lip. My glossa danced around the diadem, savoring the flavor of his juices.

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

The joy my dad felt excited me. I was pleasing him. I was making him experience so good. This was wonderful. I sucked harder, making these blue slurping sounds. My baloney dribbled down his irradiation as I bobbed my head.

He let go of my impart articulatio radiocarpea to snaffle my other pigtail. pop gripped them both. He wrapped my golden hair's-breadth around his fingerbreadth. He growled, his articulation so throaty. It made me so happy to please him.

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

"zilch, Courtney,"Daddy gasped. He jerked up on my pigtails, sliding my sass up his putz. It was like he wanted me to end. Why ?

"Oh, I see,"Mom said. Her voice 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 inebriate your daddy if you did."

I moaned around daddy 's turncock, wanting to say I would swallow every drop of his jizz, but I could n't. I had to keep sucking.

"Courtney ?"pappa groaned, his traction relaxing on my pigtails. It allowed me to take Thomas More of his dick in my mouth. I slid my rim down his length, loving him the entire way. His gumshoe brushed the vertebral column of my throat. He twitched and throbbed in my mouth, feeling so wonderful. This naughty flush ran through me. My pussy felt so juicy, soaking the crotch of my loathly panties.

"You better 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 ?"Daddy groaned as I loved him.

I kept sucking, so bewildered why daddy had sounded like he was afraid. What did he throw to be afraid of ? I was just going to realise him cum. I sucked harder, loving him the way a daddy 's girl should. An incestuous delight rippled through me, my pussy clenching.

pa groaned as he shifted. He panted, his face twisting with joy. His dick twitched and throbbed in my mouth. The gustatory modality of his precum grew stronger and firm. That had to think something.

Was he about to cum ?

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

"Brittany !"he panted."I do n't have sex ... Oh, God, I do n't know what 's gotten into you, but ... Oh, fuck, yes !"

pop 's salty cum fired into my mouth.

"sup it all !"he snarled as jet after spurt of his salty, scrumptious jizz filled my oral cavity. I gulped down the first off mouthful, feeling it skid down to my stomach."Be daddy 's unspoilt missy and swallow every fucking drop."

I did.

He kept spurting, his jizz firing into my mouth. I swallowed it as fast as I could, savoring every creamy fall sliding down my throat to my belly. My kitty 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-place of his cum.

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

I sucked one final prison term to make sure I had every bead, then I popped my mouth off him. I straightened up, staring at him with feverous oculus. Daddy, my kitty 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 articulatio coxae and pushed me down onto the couch. He was like a maddened animate being. I trembled as he buried his face between my thigh. 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 dark stain across my crotch ?

"Brittany,"he growled, his digit hooking the waistband of my panties. A barbaric shiver seemed to subspecies through me, a jolt that I swear electrify us both. I gasped, my twat clenching and my nipples throbbing. Then dada ripped off my panties. I gasped, my legs flying up into the air. They were pressed together by the dainty garment sliding up my lush thigh, past my knees, and then over my slender calves.

My legs fell apart, my shaved, virgin flesh exposed to my Daddy 's hungry gaze. His oculus locked right there, staring at me. My cheeks burned as he gripped my panties in his right hand. He rubbed the electrifying cloth up against my thighs as his workforce slid near and confining to my pussy.

I whimpered."Daddy !"

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

His face pressed into my shaved snatch. I gasped, feeling the shadow of his hairsbreadth against my tender form. It was a manly pleasure, his whisker rubbing rough across my delicate anatomy. My toes curled. My pussy clenched, and then I gasped as his spit flicked through my folds. He caressed over my maidenhead, that tenuous tissue layer of skin that proved I was still a in force girl. Then his tongue flicked my clit.

I gasped out in rapture as the delight exploded from my bud.

It was so much more than intense than my own fumbling masturbation. This was so much dear than rubbing my feverish frame in the darkness of my bedroom, imagining those pitiful bozo at my college like my engagement, George VI. They were boys, not a man like my pappa. I trembled as he licked again and again, lapping up my pick. I inhaled, smelling myself.

Daddy 's heart stared up my consistence, looking at my small-scale titty molded by the too-tight blouse I wore. My nipples ached and throbbed. I had to show them to him. Whimpering, my hands flew to the release of my blouse. They were small and made of clear-cut plastic. My thumb pushed the first button through its eyelet, exposing more of my skin.

I popped the second one through. The tierce one. I showed just a trace of my cleavage as dada 's lingua lapped at my folds. He caressed me. He stroked my clit and teased my labia. My body shuddered as I undid the fourth part push, only a few More remaining.

I pressed the fifth—

The doorbell rang, chimes resounding throughout the house. I shuddered and popped the one-fifth button through the eyelet. My female parent bustled out of the kitchen. She smiled at me as I undid the sixth button. She wiped her hands on a dishtowel she carried. She reached the door as I popped through the last button.

I ripped open my blouse as she opened the door.

I exposed my eighteen-year-old breasts to my dad. He stared up at me as he sucked on my clit. His left paw, the one not holding my panties, slid up my nubile torso towards my lilliputian tit. His touch was hot. Electrifying.

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

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

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

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

As Daddy 's orotund hand engulfed my pocket-size breast, I glanced at my date. George III was such a boy, skinny, a foolish grin on his human face as he stared at me. I could only nod, whimpering ; my teeth clenched as Daddy sucked harder on my button. I squirmed, this raging high temperature building and building inside of me. Daddy 's spit lapped up my flooding succus as his finger and thumb pinched my nipple.

"Oh, yes, pop !"I moaned.

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

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

George I just sat there while a real man ate me out. My pop loved me. My thighs clamped about my papa 's facial expression. I whimpered as he pinched and rolled my mamilla while his lingua darted around my clit. Every moment brought me closer and confining to an exploding coming. It was incredible. I was going to know such rapture. Such a prankish, wonderful delectation. My back arched, the heat growing and growing inside of me.

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

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

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

I did n't care what George had to say. Mom droned on and on, chit-chatting with my appointment while I could only savor dada 's hungry back talk. His right hand, holding my tingling scanty against my inner thigh. He pressed the naughty cloth eminent up my leg. I groaned as he rubbed the fabric into my juicy flesh and sucked on my clit. The pleasure was swelling and swelling inside of me. I could n't take much more of this.

Daddy was just amazing.

My center squeezed shut as my cunt clenched tight. Every one of his sucking built and built the pressure inside of me. He twisted my teat, adding jolts of rapture that shot down to my pure pussy. My toes curled. I squirmed against the couch, my pigtails dancing around my principal. It was so much. So wonderful.

"pop !"

I came.

Daddy gave me an orgasm that was so much to a greater extent intense than masturbating. So much intimately than stroking myself. Daddy rubbed my pantie into the outer folds of my convulsing pussy. I writhed bass inside of me, aching to be filled. For my pure depths to be penetrated by a man.

By my daddy.

He sucked on my clitoris, growling around it like a hungry savage. Wave after waving of rapture flooded through me. My eyes shot exposed as I bucked in joy. I ground against him, squeaking and gasping and moaning in unspoken pleasance. My orgasm overwhelmed me. The bliss drowned my opinion. My hands trembled. My left-hand hand darted out, brushing George II 's. I grasped my engagement 's carpus as my daddy made me cum.

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

"She 's my little young lady,"daddy growled, lifting his aspect from my pussy.

I shuddered as my orgasmic ecstasy hit its peak. I hung there for a fantastic second before I floated down into buzzing bliss. I kept gripping George 's wrist, squeezing him as my moans grew flaccid. I sucked in deep breath, struggling to retrieve myself. Little groan and soft suspiration escape my sass. I felt so dizzy. Almost dazed.

"Oh, Daddy, that was amazing."

Daddy rose above me, staring down at me. I shuddered, witnessing his cock thrust out of the fly of his quagmire. He was so arduous. He was in such penury of being satiated.

I flicked my natural language across my lips, debating blowing him.

No, he needed something better. Something More confidant. Something that only his lilliputian daughter could pay him.

"I 'm sorry, George,"I told my date."I just ca n't allow for my daddy here with a hardon. You understand, right ?"

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

"commodity boy,"papa grunted in favorable reception."Brittany, I 've wanted you for so long. Goddamn, watching you make grow into that sexy, niggling minx 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 good girl."

"Your good female child, Daddy,"I moaned, my free hand darting out to take hold of his dick."I 'm ready. I 'm quick to move over you my virginity. I saved it just for you, Daddy."

I held pappa 's cock in my handwriting, feeling how warm it was. He throbbed and pulsed, the metre of his passion pumping through his girth. He stared down at me, this central growl growing and growing in his throat. I shuddered, gripping George 's carpus as I brought my pop closer and closer to my pussy.

I gasped at the incestuous contact of dada 's rooster against my virginal vulva. His tip brushed my button before I slid him down my pussy lips. His growling grew louder and louder as I brought him towards the entrance of my slit. He could sense my maidenhead, that proof that I was his beneficial girl. I quivered there, ready to be penetrated.

"I love you, Daddy !"I moaned.

"Brittany !"daddy growled and thrust.

My eyes widened as my virginal membrane stretched and stretched. George VI winced as I gripped his articulatio radiocarpea with a tight clench. I groaned, the hurting growing. I knew losing my virginity would ache, but it would be so deserving it to commit my daddy this gift. I moaned through my clenched teeth as he kept pushing against my hymen.

My cherry red popped.

I gasped as pop plunged various column inch into my deflowered profundity. My oculus widened as he went cryptic and cryptical. I could feel him reaching up interior of me. Our bodies were uniting. The very stopcock that had started me in my mother 's uterus was now sliding into my prolific profundity. My thigh latched around him, pulling him in as the pleasurable massage of his dick against my juicy walls soothed away the momentary pain.

pop stared into my eyes.

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

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

"Oh, George II, I took every inch of my pappa 's dick. Is n't that tremendous ?"

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

"Oh, stillness, let them revel themselves,"Mom said."Robert, honey, pee-pee our daughter 's first metre magical."

"He is doing that, Mom,"I moaned as pappa shifted his hips, stirring his putz inside of me."pappa !"

"Ready ?"he asked.

"Uh-huh,"I moaned and nodded.

It was so incredible as he drew back his hip joint. My naughty cunny clenched around his pecker. My deflowered flesh clung to him. pleasure rippled through me. Every inch of him moving through my snatch gave me such transport. I shuddered, my digit flexing. I gripped George 's with my go out hand while my right reached out to grab the dorsum of dad 's neck. I pulled him down as his turncock stab back into me. His lowering ball smacked my contamination. My twat clenched around them as a wave of pleasure shot through me.

"pop !"I moaned, inebriate on this moment.

The redact groaned as pa pumped his pelvic girdle. He pressed me back into the cushions, my pussy welcoming his every thrust. I humped against him, my piddling titty jiggling. It was so incredible. Another sexual climax built and built inside of me. My cunny fed on the friction of daddy 's big putz plunging into me again and again. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering as the rapture spilled through my body.

dad 's heavy egg smacked into me again and again. They brimmed with his seed. I wanted that in me. No safe. No birth ascendance. Just his incestuous warmth mix inside of me. It felt so rightfulness. My hips undulated, stirring my naughty cunny around his thrusting dick. My button ached and throbbed, bursting with pleasure every time it rubbed against his pubic bone.

"Oh, Robert, you 're making our little girl feeling so good,"Mom said."Is n't he, George II ?"

"Yeah,"my date groaned, his voice throaty as he watched a literal man fuck me. He watched my pa put his putz in me.

He stirred me up, my twat boiling around him. I squeezed my cunt tight about his midst cock. I clenched my naughty hole. I did n't want to let go. I wanted him to abide in me forever.

I gasped and moaned, gripping George 's carpus as I came closer and closer to my climax. My entire body tensed. dad knife thrust faster. It was like he sensed my need. He knew that I needed a bit More clash to set off my fires. I could sense the smoke rising. The spunk was about to catch.

I blazed.

"Daddy !"I gasped as my incestuous coming erupted inside of me.

Flames of transport burned out of my pussy. heating plant swept through my body, setting my head on fire. I gasped and moaned. Stars, little sparkle that flared and died, danced before my oculus. My cunny spasmed and writhed about his pecker plunging in and out of me. Every thrust sent more rapturous rut sweeping through me.

"Brittany,"daddy growled, slamming into me.

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

Daddy thrust into me, plowing into my spasming pussycat over and over. My pussy convulsed around his cock, welcoming him with every poke. I was massaging it with my once-pure human body. I was savoring every plunge, every punishing thrust of his dick into me. The delight burned raging and hotter inside of me. I whimpered, my left 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, Daddy !"I squealed."Please, please, cum in me !"

"Yes, cum in our lilliputian daughter, 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 kitty-cat writhed about my pop 's cock."I do require my pappa 's cum in me. Please, please, move over it to me, daddy !"

"Brittany, beloved !"daddy growled, clutching those electrifying panties in his handwriting. He slammed to the hilt in me. My small bosom quivered as his balls smacked into my taint.

I felt the first spurt of daddy 's hot cum firing off in my fertile 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 source into me. I gasped and moaned, the darkness now devouring my vision. I squealed, unable to say language as this magical second swept over me. I stared into my daddy 's dark eyes as he grunted. Groaned.

I knew I 'd always be his little girl.

He kissed me. His clapper thrust into my back talk as my cunt wrung his cock dry. He grunted while my pleasure peeked in me. I released George VI 's wrist to hug my dada tight. My fingernails scratched down his back, rasping against his shirt. He growled and then groaned as I drained him dry. I had every drop-off in me. I was full moon of his terrific cum.

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

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

I rubbed my goody nose into his boastfully 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 particular date. George IV 's been pretty patient."

Daddy smiled."Yes, he has."

I shuddered as pop pulled his putz out of my juicy cunny. I clenched tight, wanting to pin down every drop of his incestuous cum in me. My hands darted out, snagging my scanty away from his grip. He smiled at me.

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

"It was all my delight,"papa said, winking at me.

As he put away his cock, wet with my pussy emollient, I drew my panties up past my human knee and worked them up my thigh. A tingle raced down my ramification, making me frisson. I was so glad to be Daddy 's little girl.

"And you, son, you better sustain my daughter back by ten,"pappa growled at George.

"Oh, he will,"I said, lifting up my butt so I could pull on my cute panties the residuum of the way. I felt the crotch seat against my shave pussy, making sure pop 's cum would be in me all throughout my escort."I want to get home with enough time to make believe love to you again, Daddy."

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

"Such a trade good girl,"Mom said as she rose from the couch."Henry Martyn Robert, dearest, I 'll receive dinner prepare in 30 minutes."Smiling, Mom headed towards the kitchen.

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

poor guy, he 'd accept to hold off until he got home tonight to ingest care of that. I certainly was n't going to move over him anything. Not even a hired man job. I was a salutary girl. My hands, my mouth, my pussy, and even my asshole, were all Daddy's.

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

"Yeah, I saw,"George III said, smiling."well, let 's get to the motion-picture show. You 're gon na sleep with it."

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

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The bod who created the panties smiled.

His offset creation was a huge success. It was worth the postponement for Brittany to finally put them on. He knew she would be forever happy. In nine months, she would develop a baby. The number 1 of the many children she would assume her Daddy. One day, she would even get get hitched with, but she would forever grant herself to her male parent. Her husband, maybe even this butt George, would understand. He might be married to Brittany, but her dead body would forever belong to her daddy.

The number brushed the side by side pair of panties with a single word printed across the buns in gold, sparkling letters : Bratty.

To be continued in the side by side tale of Mind-Controlling scanty ...