Mind-Control Panties

narration One : Incestuous Awakening

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to ricochet for genus Beta meter reading this !

In a certain shopping center, in a habiliment stock frequented by the local anesthetic college miss, a figure wandered.

Nondescript. The type of individual no one would ever seem at twice. The figure drifted through the store, browsing the shelf, glancing at the product. Trendy clothing. Flashy and burnished, full of pastel colours. The figure paused at one display with a excerpt of panties covered in salacious motto printed across the rear, designed to hug the firm, toned buttocks of a girl budding into her gender. The figure, with a casual gesture, added its own pantie to the stack. One with its own special phrase written upon it.

pa 's Girl.

The frame continued on. An observer would take hardly noticed that anything had happened. The light-blue panties with the pinko lettering did n't suffer out at amid the others.

It was n't long before a gaggle of Whitney Young woman, eighteen or xix, entered the computer memory. Their undimmed laugh echoed through the retail quad as they attacked the clothing rack like a flock of hungry marauder. Only, no vulture was ever as succulent of these nubile, immature things.

One of them, a eighteen-year-old sophomore named Brittany Smith, was looking for the perfect outfit. Her blonde hair fell loose about her round facial expression, her mouth plump and covered in a shiny, pink lip gloss. She had a beauty German mark on her upper lip, her blue eyes bright as she stumbled with her friends, gossiping, enjoying the vitality of youth.

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

Brittany 's gaze fell on the light-blue pantie with the pink lettering. She touched the cotton/poly portmanteau word and felt a strange tingle backwash through her. She was most certainly not a daddy 's girl. She hated how restrictive her male parent was. Henry M. Robert Smith was a man with strong judgment about how his daughter should act. Opinions Bretagne most definitely did not plowshare.

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 Bretagne imagined wearing these for her new boyfriend, Stephen, she snagged them up and rushed to the hard currency register.

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

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< strong > Bretagne Bessie Smith < /strong >

A nervous commotion ran through me. I had my inaugural particular date with George Harvey tonight. I was giddy with exhilaration. He was such a stud. So much better than Brad, whom I 'd dumped last week when I caught him texting that skank Miranda Brenner. George II was definitely better than that halting Sir Leslie Stephen. Why did I ever think dating him would be fun ? He had become way too very much like my Church Father, wanting to contain me.

"F that,"I muttered to myself as I capped my Passion fruit Maroon lipstick. My rim were a glistening, vibrant red. It set off the amobarbital sodium of my eyes and made me depend deliciously irresistible.

My hips swayed in a new skirt I 'd bought earlier at the promenade, my small titty bouncing in the negligee-like top I wore. The thin fabric dangled from spaghetti strap that molded to my torso and gave ample proof I was n't wearing a bra. My firm, Young nipples pressed hard against the material.

George I would be here soon. I was so eager to be picked up. The aged boy was exciting. I could n't hold back to picture him just how grown-up I could be. It was finally clip for me to lose my virginity.

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

The doorbell rang.

I gasped, a shock of shock running through me. George was early. I was supposed to have another thirty minutes to nominate trusted I was perfect. That my blond hair was falling in perfect undulation around my fount, that my makeup was sultry and exciting, and that my outfit fit me perfectly. I was wearing my new thong, the slim down strap of stuff buried between the peachy-colored curves 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 feet slapping on the steps, my young bosom jiggling in my top. The fabric rubbed against my stub, sending excited tingles down to my pussy. I was ready for this night. I was eager—

"I ca n't trust I locked the blamed keys in the car,"my beginner growled.

I let out a close call of fright. Why was my father rest home early ? He did n't get off work for an hour. I arranged matter so he could n't see what I was wearing. At least, not before I got back from my date.

His brown middle flicked up to me, his back straightening as he witnessed my cute outfit, disapproval crossing his stuffy face. Color spotted his cheeks as his nostril flared. I froze on the stair, clutching the polished handrail, my heart thundering beneath my breasts.

Then I lifted my promontory. 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 countersign entirely.

My mother glanced at me, biting her lower lip."fountainhead, I 'll admit it 's a little much, but she 's growing up."

"Growing up into what ?"he demanded.

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

"I 'm dressed for my escort, forefather,"I said with a frosty tone to my voice."He 's going to be here any minute."

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

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

"Now, honey,"Mom said, her voice mild."That skirt is a little short. I mean ... What is your appointment going to recall ?"

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

"Sexy ?"Daddy growled."Sexy ?"

His withering limelight fell upon me. I trembled, swallowing. I wanted to melt away. It was an unshrinking gaze. His Brown University eyes were intense. He may look mild-mannered in his beige quag and perspirer, but he still had that military bearing. He worked in an office now, but ...

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

"You 're not all female child. 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 roof, so long as I pay your bills, including that damn headphone you spend all your fourth dimension messing around on, then you 're going to dress how I say !"

The keister fell out of my stomach. That was no hollow 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 accept it, how am I supposed to be connected to the world ? How will I know what 's going on ?"

"By all means, go out there dressed like that and see how bang-up your lifetime is without that lilliputian box."He stood aside, sweeping his arm."After all, you 're practically an adult. There is an entire domain out there waiting for you. line. Bills."

"But ..."my frown lip quivered.

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

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

"goodness,"Dad said, nodding.

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

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

I stared into his oculus, refusing to look away. Eumenides boiled through me. He looked so calm. A rock'n'roll. It shook me up, my anger faltering. I trembled, swallowing. Was he serious ? Would he really stuff my cute body into a shapeless burqa ? My eye watered as I forced them to outride unfold. My groundwork squirmed.

He was relentless. Unfeeling.

"I hate you !"I snarled as I whirled around."I hate you so a good deal !"

"That 's fine,"he growled."When you 're elder, you 'll calculate 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 stimulate me preen like a little girl ?"I hissed in annoyance.

Then I remembered the gross duet of step-in. That would depict him.

I whirled around and darted for my dresser. I grabbed the milled, egg white node and yanked it open. My panty and bras shifted around inside from the violence of my action at law. My gaze darted around the dainty garments. Then, I spotted what I was looking for. Light-blue fabric. Some of the pink missive showing. I grinned. I shoved my hands beneath my skirt, hooking the waistcloth of my new lash, and ripped it down my thigh. My annulus swayed. I could sense it dancing over the cheeks of my plump ass. I stepped out of the goody panties, my blood boiling.

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

I unfolded the extra scanty, nodding in satisfaction at the sight of the pink letters."daddy 's Girl."They made me tingle just thinking about wearing them. I would miss my virginity tonight wearing these panties. I would throw off myself at George.

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

My blonde hair danced about my face as I shoved my right foot through the leg hole. Then I thrust my will leg through the former. I worked that blue, cotton/poly blended material up my thighs. It whisked against my pelt, caressing me. A gamey quiver raced up to my vulva, electrifying my clit. I shuddered as I wiggled it up my second joint. I pulled it over my stern, the genitalia subsidence against my trim, virginal pussy.

I groaned, my eyes 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. My sassing were just glossy maroon. This vivacious, bold semblance. It was so ... adult.

That would n't do at all. I did n't have a great deal fourth dimension to change and fix my war paint. I had to run fast. What was up with this skirt I was wearing ? pappa would n't like how light it was. The hemline barely covered anything.

My nerve blushed a bright vermilion. My virtuous cunt tingled as I quickly ripped off the skimpy wench. As I did, bowel movement caught my gaze. I gasped at the sight of my top in my mirror. I could see my mamilla through the cloth. Why was n't I wearing a bra ? The textile clung to my low knocker. It was disgraceful.

After I stepped out of my doll, I ripped off the top. I was just in my pantie. I paused, turning my hips, studying my public figure. The light-blue material of the panties molded to my rump, the letters, showing up in a perverse text across my ass, looked so cute. I giggled, wiggling my pelvic arch. The scanty were so true up.

I was a pappa 's girl.

humming, I found that garden pink doll Mom recommended. It was pure. So cunning. pappa would screw it. I stepped into it and worked it up my ramification quickly. I did n't possess a good deal time. My firm, young titties jiggled. I zipped up the bird.

My hips shook as my hands slid over my flat stomach. I considered what to wear with the skirt. I needed a double-dyed top for my date. I did n't have meter to find out a bra, but I remembered the accurate blouse I needed. It was a flannel blouse, something a schoolgirl would wear.

Perfect.

I fetched the Edward D. White blouse out of my press while bubbling with excitement. My mamilla tingled, just aching to be tweaked. I knew he would make out how I was dressed. He would absolutely O.K.. There would be no ira from him.

Why had I even wanted to let down 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 panties said.

A pop 's girl.

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

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

I darted to my makeup mesa, needing to charter off this cheap lipstick. Whatever possessed me to purchase this whorish hue ? I grabbed a sponge and the detrition alcoholic beverage then quickly wiped off the hue. I worked fast, knowing that Saint George would be here at any meter. If I wore lipstick like this, he might imagine I 'd need to have ... sex with him.

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

My heart racing, my blonde hair dancing, I worked fast. I was so aware of the meter. Not much sentence 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, soft garden pink. Bubblicious Delight. I uncapped it, applying the paler tad on my lips. It brought out my natural color, making my lip seem a little plumper. A little cuter. The president creaked beneath me as I applied it too fast. I winced at the pink smeared across my speed lip. I grabbed a tissue paper and quickly scrubbed it away. I touched up my sass, then smacked them against the tissue to get off the excess.

I ran my natural language over my lips, feeling the waxy grain. I nodded in delight. I stood up, ready for my particular date and ...

There was something missing. Something to a greater extent 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 material flowing in pleat folding down to my gloomy second joint. I cocked my question, my loose, blonde curls sliding around my face and ...

"That 's it !"I gasped.

I pulled open the drawer of my makeup table and snagged the first two pink scrunches I could find oneself. I grabbed my haircloth, gathering half of it up into a pigtail, and wrapped it up with the stretchy band. In moments, my ringlet tumbled down to my shoulder in a fall of golden delight. I grabbed the other scrunchy and made my other tail. I loved how it transformed my human face. It made me look more like a cute, little girlfriend. Just the way Daddy liked to see me.

Wholesome.

innocent.

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

I was pure. With a woozy giggle, I darted to the doorway. I threw it open, my sock-covered metrical foot whisking on the carpet. I scampered down the stairs, my doll flying about my thigh. My pigtails bounced with such playful delight. I reached the tail of the stairs and burst into the aliveness room. daddy was already sitting on his recliner, his legs thrown out before him. He glanced at me and blinked.

"What do you think ?"I asked."Is this more appropriate ? Huh, dad ?"

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

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

"He does know best,"I said.

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

I flounced to my forefather, my skirt 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 mammilla tingled, this naughty thrill dancing through me. I resisted the urge to giggle. I felt so wicked right now. I leaned in and gave my dad a quick kiss on the lips.

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

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

I wiggled, feeling naughty as I pressed my new step-in into his privates. I could feel the words on the rump almost burning me through the cloth. I wondered if Daddy wanted to see my underwear ? To see that I was a good missy and was n't wearing that nasty thong.

I bet he did. I bet he would have it off 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 reclining chair. His chair wobbled. It creaked as his ramification pulled in the extended role. His cheek were red, his chest of drawers uprising and falling in his dark-brown sweater. I turned around, wiggling my cute rump at him.

"See, Daddy,"I purred, flipping up my chick."I 'm not wearing that filthy thong. I 'm wearing a proper span of panties."

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

What was legal injury with my daddy ?

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

"I can ... see that."He cleared his throat."I do n't think you need to keep open ... showing me."

I threw a spirit over my articulatio humeri, my lower lip padding."Are you sure ? Do n't you like how I look in my panty ?"

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

I squealed in joy at that. I spun around and bounced in place, my pigtails flying about my cheek. My nipples ached as my little tit jiggled in my tight, white blouse. I clapped my hands together as such delight squealed from my lips.

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

"dada loves my new scanty,"I purred.

"No, I do n't,"daddy quickly said."I just ... thought they were more conquer for her to outwear on a appointment than the shoemaker's last pair."

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

I stopped bouncing in place, feeling papa 's optic on me. His face were even redder now. He shifted on the chair as he adjusted his pants. My eyes notice the large hump in the front of his khaki slacks. My cheeks blazed with heat as a molten lecherousness formed deep inside of my virgin twat. dad was hard. He looked so big, straining the front of his trousers. My natural language flicked across my slick magazine lips as a shudder ran through my body.

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

He cleared his throat.

I sauntered to the chair, my hand clasped behind my back while my rosehip undulated side of meat to side. This wicked kick ran through me. His eyes were locked on me, drinking in my youthful charms. He was staring at me with such hungry eyes.

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

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

Before Daddy could hold back me, my deal reached his bulging genital organ. I shuddered as I felt his girth through his khaki slacks. A chill raced out of my panties, electrifying my Virgo cunt. jerking barb throughout my body, caressing me and making me tremble in ecstatic delight.

I would piss Daddy so well-chosen. Be such a good, little girl.

"Jesus, Brittany !"He growled, his deal fumbling to grab my wrist.

I do n't know how his secure manpower did n't seize me before I had his belt undone and his knickers unfastened. His zipper rasped as I pulled open his fly, revealing his tartan packer tented by his straining cock. His human face was so red, his eyes bulging with consternation. He managed to snag my left wrist while my right hand darted into his underwear and pulled out his dick.

It was like the world froze as I saw my pa 's pecker for the first clock time. It was so loggerheaded and long, his shaft warm in my hand, pulsing with a pulse. His heart pulse. The tip ended at a pink, mushroom-shaped crown, a little slit at the pinnacle beaded with a readable liquidness. Precum.

My tongue slid over my pink, shining sass. A hunger ran through me. This desire to be such a good, lilliputian girl for my pop consumed me. My point darted down, my blonde pigtails flying. I opened wide to engulf his dick. My sassing about his cap. I tasted salty precum.

I swallowed his dick.

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

His mitt squeezed punishing about my result wrist as my rim sealed soused around the tip of his pecker. I sucked on my number one cock, my nerve hollowing. My lingua explored around the crown, feeling the squishy grain. His salty precum melted across my tongue, setting alive my taste buds. My Virgin snatch clenched, my succus soaking my racy panties. My nipples ached against my blouse as Daddy growled out his pleasure.

My head moved, turning from face to side and bobbing up and down. My lips slid along his cock, caressing his throbbing shaft. An incestuous quiver ran through me, this wanton delight. I suck so hard, reveling in his precum spilling into my backtalk. My spit danced around the crown, savoring the smell of his juices.

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

The joy my papa felt excited me. I was pleasing him. I was making him feel so good. This was wonderful. I sucked harder, making these naughty slurping sounds. My taradiddle dribbled down his diaphysis as I bobbed my fountainhead.

He let go of my leave alone wrist to catch my early pigtail. Daddy gripped them both. He wrapped my golden fuzz around his digit. He growled, his voice so throaty. It made me so happy to please him.

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

"cypher, Courtney,"papa gasped. He jerked up on my pigtails, sliding my mouth up his dick. It was like he wanted me to barricade. Why ?

"Oh, I see,"Mom said. Her articulation 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 daddy happy, Brittany. I was never one for swallowing, but it would throb your daddy if you did."

I moaned around daddy 's cock, wanting to say I would swallow every driblet of his jizz, but I could n't. I had to continue sucking.

"Courtney ?"Daddy groaned, his grip relaxing on my pigtails. It allowed me to take more than of his hammer in my oral fissure. I slid my mouth down his length, loving him the entire way. His dick brushed the back of my throat. He twitched and throbbed in my mouth, feeling so terrific. This naughty rush ran through me. My cunt felt so juicy, soaking the crotch of my distasteful panties.

"You intimately speed up, Brittany, 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 confused why pop had sounded like he was afraid. What did he receive to be afraid of ? I was just going to make him cum. I sucked harder, loving him the way a pop 's girl should. An incestuous pleasure rippled through me, my snatch clenching.

daddy groaned as he shifted. He panted, his expression twisting with joy. His tool twitched and throbbed in my backtalk. The taste of his precum grew stronger and inviolable. That had to mean something.

Was he about to cum ?

My right helping hand cupped his Ball, playing with them. They were a little cooler than his cock and covered in his haircloth. They twitched as I sucked. I was ennoble with them, playing with them just the way I knew he 'd like, my step-in tingling against my aching pussy. His hands tightened on my hair. He growled with such passion.

"Bretagne !"he panted."I do n't know ... Oh, God, I do n't lie with what 's gotten into you, but ... Oh, fuck, yes !"

pappa 's salty cum fired into my mouth.

"drink it all !"he snarled as jet after squirt of his salty, yummy jizz filled my mouth. I gulped down the first taste, feeling it slue down to my stomach."Be daddy 's proficient girl and swallow every piece of ass 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 finale of his cum.

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

I sucked one final clock time to make indisputable I had every bead, then I popped my sassing off him. I straightened up, staring at him with feverish centre. pa, my pussycat 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 pelvis and pushed me down onto the lounge. He was like a maddened fauna. I trembled as he buried his case between my thighs. My Virgo flesh quivered as he thrust up my dame, exposing the light-blue panties.

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

"Bretagne,"he growled, his fingers hooking the cincture of my scanty. A wild prickling seemed to race through me, a jolt that I swear electrified us both. I gasped, my kitty-cat clenching and my nipples throbbing. Then Daddy ripped off my panties. I gasped, my legs flying up into the air. They were pressed together by the dainty garment sliding up my lavish thigh, past my knee, and then over my slender calves.

My legs fell apart, my shaved, virgin flesh exposed to my Daddy 's thirsty gaze. His eyes locked right there, staring at me. My cheeks burned as he gripped my panty in his decent hired hand. He rubbed the electrifying cloth up against my thigh as his men slid closer and close-fitting to my pussy.

I whimpered."Daddy !"

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

His face pressed into my shaven twat. I gasped, feeling the shadow of his vibrissa against my tender flesh. It was a manly delight, his whiskers rubbing jumpy across my delicate pulp. My toes curled. My pussy clenched, and then I gasped as his glossa flicked through my folds. He caressed over my hymen, that thin membrane of skin that proved I was still a good girl. Then his natural language flicked my clit.

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

It was so much more intense than my own fumbling onanism. This was so a lot better than rubbing my feverish physical body in the darkness of my bedroom, imagining those ridiculous guys at my college like my date, George I. They were son, not a man like my pop. I trembled as he licked again and again, lapping up my emollient. I inhaled, smelling myself.

Daddy 's eyes stared up my body, looking at my lowly boob molded by the too-tight blouse I wore. My mammilla ached and throbbed. I had to show them to him. Whimpering, my hands flew to the push of my blouse. They were small and made of clear charge card. My ovolo pushed the first push button through its eyelet, exposing to a greater extent of my skin.

I popped the second one through. The third gear one. I showed just a soupcon of my segmentation as dada 's natural language lapped at my folds. He caressed me. He stroked my clit and teased my labia. My body shuddered as I undid the one-quarter button, only a few Sir Thomas More remaining.

I pressed the fifth—

The buzzer rang, chimes resounding throughout the menage. I shuddered and popped the 5th button through the eyelet. My female parent bustled out of the kitchen. She smiled at me as I undid the sixth clitoris. She wiped her hands on a dish towel she carried. She reached the door as I popped through the final examination button.

I ripped open my blouse as she opened the door.

I exposed my eighteen-year-old breasts to my daddy. He stared up at me as he sucked on my clit. His left field hand, the one not holding my pantie, slid up my marriageable body towards my tiny tit. His touch was hot. Electrifying.

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

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

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

"Well, he had to commit his daughter off on your engagement properly,"Mom said.

As Daddy 's declamatory hand engulfed my humble breast, I glanced at my date. George was such a boy, skinny, a anserine grin on his fount as he stared at me. I could only nod, whimpering ; my tooth clenched as Daddy sucked harder on my clit. I squirmed, this wild heating plant building and building inside of me. Daddy 's clapper lapped up my flooding juices as his finger and thumb pinched my nipple.

"Oh, yes, dada !"I moaned.

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

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

George II just sat there while a real man ate me out. My dada loved me. My second joint clamped about my daddy 's face. I whimpered as he pinched and rolled my nipple while his knife darted around my button. Every moment brought me closer and closer to an exploding orgasm. It was unbelievable. I was going to experience such rapture. Such a wicked, wonderful joy. My back arched, the heat growing and growing inside of me.

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

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

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

I did n't manage what Saint George had to say. Mom droned on and on, chit-chatting with my date while I could only savor pappa 's hungry back talk. His right hand, holding my tingling scanty against my inner thigh. He pressed the naughty material higher up my leg. I groaned as he rubbed the material into my juicy soma and sucked on my clit. The pleasure was swelling and swelling interior of me. I could n't take much Thomas More of this.

Daddy was just amazing.

My heart squeezed shut as my snatch clenched tight. Every one of his sucking built and built the pressure sensation inside of me. He twisted my pap, adding jar of raptus that shot down to my virgin snatch. My toes curled. I squirmed against the couch, my pigtails dancing around my head. It was so much. So wonderful.

"dada !"

I came.

Daddy gave me an orgasm that was so much more vivid than masturbating. So much better than stroking myself. Daddy rubbed my panties into the outer folds of my convulsing twat. I writhed recondite interior of me, aching to be filled. For my gross profoundness to be penetrated by a man.

By my dad.

He sucked on my clit, growling around it like a hungry creature. Wave after wafture of raptus flooded through me. My oculus shot surface as I bucked in delight. I ground against him, squeaking and gasping and moaning in mute pleasance. My orgasm overwhelmed me. The bliss drowned my thoughts. My hands trembled. My left hand darted out, brushing George 's. I grasped my date 's wrist as my daddy made me cum.

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

"She 's my little girl,"dad growled, lifting his cheek from my pussy.

I shuddered as my orgasmic rapture hit its peak. I hung there for a marvellous second before I floated down into buzzing bliss. I kept gripping George III 's wrist, squeezing him as my moan grew softer. I sucked in deeply breaths, struggling to regain myself. Little moans and voiced sighs escape my brim. I felt so dizzy. Almost dazed.

"Oh, dad, that was amazing."

dad rose above me, staring down at me. I shuddered, witnessing his cock thrust out of the fly of his falling off. He was so hard. He was in such need of being satiated.

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

No, he needed something better. Something more intimate. Something that only his little young lady could contribute him.

"I 'm sorry, George,"I told my date."I just ca n't pass on my pappa here with a hardon. You understand, right ?"

"Yeah,"he said."We still have sentence to make water the picture. Go ahead, take aid of your daddy."

"Good boy,"Daddy grunted in favorable reception."Brittany, I 've wanted you for so long. Goddamn, watching you modernize into that sexy, little flirt has been almost more than I could occupy. The way you dress ... The way you flounced around, teasing me ... But you 're finally being a just girl."

"Your skilful girl, Daddy,"I moaned, my relinquish handwriting darting out to grab his putz."I 'm ready. I 'm ready to give you my virginity. I saved it just for you, Daddy."

I held dada 's hammer in my hand, feeling how affectionate it was. He throbbed and pulsed, the measure of his Passion of Christ pumping through his girth. He stared down at me, this primal growl growing and growing in his throat. I shuddered, gripping George 's wrist as I brought my daddy closer and closer to my pussy.

I gasped at the incestuous contact of Daddy 's cock against my virginal vulva. His tip brushed my clit before I slid him down my twat mouth. His growl grew louder and louder as I brought him towards the entrance of my pussy. He could experience my hymen, that proof that I was his well girl. I quivered there, ready to be penetrated.

"I love you, Daddy !"I moaned.

"Brittany !"pa growled and thrust.

My eyes widened as my hymen stretched and stretched. George winced as I gripped his wrist with a tight clench. I groaned, the pain growing. I knew losing my virginity would hurt, but it would be so worth it to give my pappa this talent. I moaned through my clinch tooth as he kept pushing against my hymen.

My cherry popped.

I gasped as pop plunged respective in into my deflowered astuteness. My oculus widened as he went deeper and abstruse. I could experience him reaching up interior of me. Our bodies were uniting. The very cock that had started me in my female parent 's womb was now sliding into my fertile depths. My second joint latched around him, pulling him in as the pleasurable massage of his dick against my juicy walls soothed away the momentary pain.

Daddy stared into my eyes.

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

"Just recite me when you 're quick,"he groaned."Goddamn, you feel astonish, Brittany."

"Oh, George IV, I took every inch of my dad 's gumshoe. Is n't that tremendous ?"

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

"Oh, stillness, let them enjoy themselves,"Mom said."Henry M. Robert, honey, make our girl 's kickoff time magical."

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

"Ready ?"he asked.

"Uh-huh,"I moaned and nodded.

It was so incredible as he drew back his hip. 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 enrapture. I shuddered, my fingerbreadth flexing. I gripped George V 's with my will deal while my right reached out to grab the back of papa 's cervix. I pulled him down as his cock thrust back into me. His leaden balls smacked my taint. My twat clenched around them as a wave of pleasance shot through me.

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

The couch groaned as pappa pumped his coxa. He pressed me back into the cushion, my slit welcoming his every thrust. I humped against him, my little boob jiggling. It was so unbelievable. Another orgasm built and built inside of me. My cunny fed on the friction of papa 's big cock plunging into me again and again. I whimpered, my eye fluttering as the rapture spilled through my body.

pop 's heavy balls smacked into me again and again. They brimmed with his source. I wanted that in me. No condom. No birth control. Just his incestuous Passion of Christ mixed inside of me. It felt so right. My hips undulated, stirring my racy 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 little girl feel so thoroughly,"Mom said."Is n't he, George ?"

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

He stirred me up, my pussy boiling around him. I squeezed my goof tight about his thick rooster. I clenched my naughty maw. I did n't want to let go. I wanted him to stay on in me forever.

I gasped and moaned, gripping George 's wrist as I came closer and closer to my flood tide. My entire body tensed. pop push up faster. It was like he sensed my pauperization. He knew that I needed a bit more friction to set off my fires. I could feel the gage rising. The tinder was about to catch.

I blazed.

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

fire of rapture burned out of my kitty. hotness swept through my dead body, setting my judgement on fervor. I gasped and moaned. star topology, little sparks that flared and died, danced before my middle. My cunny spasmed and writhed about his dick plunging in and out of me. Every poke sent more rhapsodic heat sweeping through me.

"Brittany,"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 twat over and over. My cunt convulsed around his cock, welcoming him with every thrust. I was massaging it with my once-pure flesh. I was savoring every plunge, every hard jabbing of his putz into me. The delight burned red-hot and hotter inside of me. I whimpered, my pass on hand clutching on George 's wrist joint, feeling my appointment squirm beside me as my pop made me cum over and over again.

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

"Yes, cum in our little lady friend, Robert, honey."Mom sounded so supportive. She was so happy.

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

"I do, George."My kitty-cat writhed about my pappa 's cock."I do need my daddy 's cum in me. Please, please, give it to me, Daddy !"

"Brittany, honey !"Daddy growled, clutching those electrifying step-in in his bridge player. He slammed to the hilt in me. My small knocker quivered as his ballock smacked into my taint.

I felt the first spirt of Daddy 's hot cum fire in my fertile depths.

My kitty-cat writhed harder. An coming far more acute than the others, a firestorm of ecstasy, swept through me. My cunny milked my pa 's tool. I felt every volcanic eruption of his incestuous germ into me. I gasped and moaned, the swarthiness now devouring my visual sensation. I squealed, unable to say Holy Scripture as this magical instant swept over me. I stared into my papa 's dark center as he grunted. Groaned.

I knew I 'd always be his little girl.

He kissed me. His tongue jab into my mouth as my pussy wrung his turncock dry. He grunted while my pleasure peeked in me. I released George IV 's wrist to hug my pa 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 beaming I found those panties. Lucky me.

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

I rubbed my dainty 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 day of the month. George 's been pretty patient."

dada smiled."Yes, he has."

I shuddered as Daddy pulled his dick out of my juicy cunny. I clenched tight, wanting to trap every drop-off of his incestuous seed in me. My manpower darted out, snagging my scanty away from his clasp. He smiled at me.

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

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

As he put away his cock, wet with my pussy cream, I drew my panties up past my knee joint and worked them up my second joint. A tingle raced down my legs, making me tingle. I was so glad to be Daddy 's short girl.

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

"Oh, he will,"I said, lifting up my fundament so I could commit on my cute panties the residue of the way. I felt the genitals seat against my shaven cunt, making sure enough Daddy 's cum would be in me all throughout my appointment."I want to get home with enough meter to hit have it off 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 lounge."Henry Martyn Robert, honey, I 'll bear dinner ready in 30 minutes."smile, Mom headed towards the kitchen.

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

Poor guy, he 'd give to wait until he got home tonight to conduct tutelage of that. I certainly was n't going to give him anything. Not even a paw job. I was a good girl. My hands, my back talk, 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 serious girl, remember ?"

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

I bet I would. George was a gracious boy. He felt rubber. Not one of those son who would try to subscribe to vantage of me. He understood that I would always be pa 's little girl.

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The physique who created the panties smiled.

His first macrocosm was a huge success. It was Worth the delay for Brittany to finally put them on. He knew she would be forever happy. In nine month, she would produce a baby. The first of the many tike she would contain her Daddy. One day, she would even get married, but she would forever give herself to her sire. Her husband, maybe even this stooge George, would empathise. He might be married to Bretagne, but her eubstance would forever belong to her daddy.

The figure brushed the side by side pair of pantie with a unmarried intelligence printed across the rear in gold, sparkling letters : Bratty.

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