Mind-Control Panties

write up One : Incestuous waking up

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

bill : Thanks to ricochet for beta recitation this !

In a sure mall, in a clothing computer storage frequented by the local anesthetic college girls, a material body wandered.

Nondescript. The eccentric of someone no one would ever look at twice. The anatomy drifted through the store, browsing the shelf, glancing at the merchandise. Trendy vesture. Flashy and smart, full of pastel colouration. The figure paused at one display with a selection of panties covered in salacious slogans printed across the rear, designed to hug the firm, toned rump of a girl budding into her sexuality. The figure, with a casual gesture, added its own panties to the smokestack. One with its own limited idiomatic expression written upon it.

daddy 's Girl.

The human body continued on. An observer would induce hardly noticed that anything had happened. The light-blue panties with the pink lettering did n't brook out at amid the others.

It was n't long before a gaggle of Young women, 18 or 19, entered the store. Their promising laughter echoed through the retail infinite as they attacked the clothing single-foot like a flock of hungry marauder. Only, no vulture was ever as succulent of these nubile, young things.

One of them, a eighteen-year-old sophomore named Brittany Smith, was looking for the perfect outfit. Her blond tomentum fell loose about her round font, her sass plump and covered in a glistening, tap lip gloss. She had a beauty mark on her upper lip, her blue center bright as she stumbled with her friends, gossiping, enjoying the vitality of youth.

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

Brittany 's gaze fell on the light-blue pantie with the garden pink inscription. She touched the cotton/poly blend and felt a foreign frisson race through her. She was most certainly not a daddy 's girl. She hated how restrictive her founding father was. Robert Kate Smith was a man with warm belief about how his daughter should act. judgement Brittany to the highest degree definitely did not percentage.

However, there was something so titillating about the phrase.

Something naughty.

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

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

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

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< strong > Brittany Smith < /strong >

A uneasy flap ran through me. I had my first date with George William Harvey tonight. I was giddy with excitation. He was such a stud. So much full than Brad, whom I 'd dumped utmost week when I caught him texting that skank Miranda Brenner. George VI was definitely better than that lame Stephen. Why did I ever think dating him would be fun ? He had become way too a lot like my sire, wanting to control me.

"F that,"I muttered to myself as I capped my Passion yield Maroon lipstick. My mouth were a shiny, vibrant red. It set off the blue devil of my centre and made me reckon deliciously irresistible.

My hips swayed in a new annulus I 'd bought earlier at the shopping mall, my minuscule breast bouncing in the negligee-like top I wore. The thin fabric dangled from spaghetti shoulder strap that molded to my torso and gave plentiful substantiation I was n't wearing a bra. My firm, young mamilla pressed hard against the material.

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

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

The bell rang.

I gasped, a jerking of impact running through me. George was other. I was supposed to have another thirty arcminute to make sure I was perfect. That my blonde hair was falling in arrant undulation around my face, that my makeup was sultry and exciting, and that my kit fit me perfectly. I was wearing my new thong, the slender strap of fabric buried between the swell curves of my bubbly ass.

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

I darted downstairs, my understructure slapping on the steps, my young breasts jiggling in my top. The material rubbed against my centre, sending mad tingles down to my pussy. I was cook for this Night. I was eager—

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

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

His dark-brown eyes flicked up to me, his back straightening as he witnessed my cunning kit, disapproval crossing his close typeface. Color spotted his buttock as his nostril flared. I froze on the steps, clutching the polished balustrade, my pump thundering beneath my breasts.

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

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

My mother glanced at me, biting her lower lip."fountainhead, I 'll intromit it 's a little much, 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 particular date, Fatherhood,"I said with a frosty flavor to my phonation."He 's going to be here any minute."

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

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

"Now, dearest,"Mom said, her voice mild."That wench is a short short. I mean ... What is your particular date going to remember ?"

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

"Sexy ?"pappa growled."Sexy ?"

His withering public eye fell upon me. I trembled, swallowing. I wanted to melt away. It was an unshrinking regard. His embrown centre were intense. He may look mild-mannered in his beige slacks and sweater, but he still had that war machine bearing. He worked in an office now, but ...

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

"You 're not all girls. You 're my niggling 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 cap, so long as I pay your bills, including that darn phone you spend all your time messing around on, then you 're going to dress how I say !"

The bottom fell out of my stomach. That was no empty threat."I need my telephone. I have to stay in contact lens with my friends."

He arched an eyebrow at me.

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

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

"But ..."my lower lip quivered.

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

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

"commodity,"Dad said, nodding.

"Why do n't you just prepare me jade a use !"I snarled."Just me make into a nun or something ! Or you can squeeze 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 look away. Erinyes boiled through me. He looked so calm. A John Rock. It shook me up, my anger waver. I trembled, swallowing. Was he serious ? Would he really shove my cute body into a shapeless burqa ? My eyes watered as I forced them to ride out open. My base squirmed.

He was relentless. Unfeeling.

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

"That 's mulct,"he growled."When you 're sr., you 'll look 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 dress like a little girl ?"I hissed in annoyance.

Then I remembered the perfect pair of step-in. That would show him.

I whirled around and darted for my vanity. I grabbed the polished, bloodless knobs and yanked it unfold. My pantie and bras shifted around inside from the violence of my action. My regard darted around the dainty garments. Then, I spotted what I was looking for. Light-blue textile. Some of the garden pink varsity letter showing. I grinned. I shoved my hands beneath my skirt, hooking the sash of my new thong, and ripped it down my second joint. My doll swayed. I could feel it dancing over the cheeks of my plump ass. I stepped out of the delicacy panty, my blood boiling.

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

I unfolded the especial panties, nodding in satisfaction at the deal of the pinko alphabetic character."Daddy 's Girl."They made me tingle just thinking about wearing them. I would lose my virginity tonight wearing these pantie. I would shake off myself at George.

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

My blonde hair's-breadth danced about my cheek as I shoved my right metrical foot through the leg golf hole. Then I thrust my leave leg through the other. I worked that blue, cotton/poly blended stuff up my thighs. It whisked against my skin, caressing me. A risque frisson raced up to my vulva, electrifying my clit. I shuddered as I wiggled it up my thigh. I pulled it over my hind end, the private parts settling against my trim, virginal kitty-cat.

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

I stared at myself in the mirror, my skirt half-bunched around my waistline, my hair swaying loose about my berm. My brim were just shining maroon. This vivacious, bluff color. It was so ... adult.

That would n't do at all. I did n't have a good deal clock time to alter and fix my makeup. I had to move fast. What was up with this doll I was wearing ? papa would n't like how curtly it was. The hemline barely covered anything.

My impertinence blushed a smart scarlet. My Virgo puss tingled as I quickly ripped off the skimpy skirt. As I did, social movement caught my gaze. I gasped at the sight 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 belittled breast. It was disgraceful.

After I stepped out of my skirt, I ripped off the top. I was just in my scanty. I paused, turning my rose hip, studying my figure. The light-blue fabric of the step-in molded to my rump, the letters, showing up in a obstinate text across my ass, looked so cute. I giggled, wiggling my articulatio coxae. The panties were so true.

I was a dada 's girl.

humming, I found that pink skirt Mom recommended. It was everlasting. So precious. dad would love it. I stepped into it and worked it up my legs quickly. I did n't feature a lot clip. My house, young titty jiggled. I zipped up the skirt.

My hips shook as my hands slid over my flat venter. I considered what to hold out with the annulus. I needed a perfect top for my appointment. I did n't have clip to find a bra, but I remembered the demand blouse I needed. It was a Theodore Harold White blouse, something a schoolgirl would wear.

Perfect.

I fetched the snowy blouse out of my closet while bubbling with hullabaloo. My nipples tingled, just aching to be tweaked. I knew he would enjoy how I was dressed. He would absolutely approve. There would be no anger from him.

Why had I even wanted to disappoint him ?

I could n't consider 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 chill racing through me, I understood who I was. I was just what my panty said.

A daddy 's girl.

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

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

I darted to my composition table, needing to take off this garish lipstick. Whatever possessed me to purchase this whorish hue ? I grabbed a leech and the rubbing alcoholic drink then quickly wiped off the hue. I worked fast, knowing that George I 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 good girl.

My heart racing, my blond fuzz dancing, I worked fast. I was so cognizant of the meter. Not much meter 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 nicety. A nice, soft pink. Bubblicious joy. I uncapped it, applying the paler shade on my lips. It brought out my rude colouration, making my lips seem a fiddling plumper. A little cuter. The death 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 back talk, then smacked them against the tissue to get off the excess.

I ran my tongue over my lips, feeling the waxy grain. I nodded in delight. I stood up, gear up for my appointment and ...

There was something missing. Something more that I needed to do. What was it ? I stared at myself, seeing that my cute blouse 's hem came just to the top of my pink bird, its fabric flowing in plicate folds down to my lower thighs. I cocked my head, my loosen, blonde whorl sliding around my face and ...

"That 's it !"I gasped.

I pulled open the drawer of my makeup board and snagged the 1st 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 band. In mo, my ringlet tumbled down to my shoulder in a downfall of halcyon delight. I grabbed the other scrunchy and made my former tail. I loved how it transformed my face. It made me look more like a cute, little girl. Just the way pappa liked to see me.

Wholesome.

innocent.

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

I was double-dyed. With a giddy giggle, I darted to the door. I threw it loose, my sock-covered groundwork whisking on the rug. I scampered down the stair, my wench flying about my thighs. My pigtails bounced with such playful delight. I reached the bottom of the stairs and flare-up into the living room. 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 appropriate ? Huh, Daddy ?"

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

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

"He does live best,"I said.

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

I flounced to my Church Father, my annulus swirling about my thighs. With boisterous Energy, I threw myself onto his lap and straddled him. He groaned, his eyes flicking up and down my trunk. My mammilla tingled, this naughty rush dancing through me. I resisted the urge to titter. I felt so severe right now. I leaned in and gave my dad a quick candy kiss on the lips.

"I 'm so good-for-nothing, pappa,"I purred."Do you forgive me ?"

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

I wiggled, feeling naughty as I pressed my new panty into his crotch. I could feel the watchword on the rump almost burning me through the cloth. I wondered if dad wanted to see my underwear ? To see that I was a practiced daughter and was n't wearing that nasty thong.

I bet he did. I bet he would love to see what a good young lady 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 leg pulled in the extended part. His impertinence were red, his bureau uprising and falling in his brown jumper. I turned around, wiggling my cute keister at him.

"See, papa,"I purred, flipping up my skirt."I 'm not wearing that nasty lash. I 'm wearing a right pair of panties."

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

What was untimely with my daddy ?

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

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

I threw a look over my shoulder, my blue lip padding."Are you sure ? Do n't you like how I look in my step-in ?"

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

I squealed in pleasure at that. I spun around and bounced in lieu, my pigtails flying about my face. My nipples ached as my little bosom jiggled in my tight, white blouse. I clapped my helping hand together as such pleasure squealed from my lips.

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

"pop loves my new pantie,"I purred.

"No, I do n't,"Daddy quickly said."I just ... thought they were more appropriate for her to wear out on a day of the month than the last 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 Daddy 's eyes on me. His cheeks were even cerise now. He shifted on the chair as he adjusted his pants. My oculus notice the turgid bulge in the front of his khaki slacks. My cheeks blazed with heat as a molten lust formed deep inside of my virgin pussy. Daddy was hard. He looked so big, straining the front line of his trousers. My tongue flicked across my shiny lips as a shiver ran through my body.

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

He cleared his throat.

I sauntered to the chair, my helping hand clasped behind my back while my pelvic arch undulated face to side. This wicked thrill ran through me. His middle were locked on me, drinking in my vernal charm. He was staring at me with such thirsty eyes.

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

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

Before papa could stop me, my helping hand reached his bulging private parts. I shuddered as I felt his girth through his khaki falloff. A tingle raced out of my panties, electrifying my Virgin pussy. Jolts shot throughout my eubstance, caressing me and making me tremble in ecstatic delight.

I would make Daddy so happy. Be such a good, little girl.

"Jesus of Nazareth, Brittany !"He growled, his hands fumbling to grab my wrist.

I do n't do it how his strong hands did n't seize me before I had his belted ammunition undone and his knickers unfastened. His slide fastener 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 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 daddy 's prick for the first fourth dimension. It was so blockheaded and long, his shaft warm in my hand, pulsing with a beat. His heart metre. The tip ended at a pink, mushroom-shaped tip, a little slit at the pinnacle beaded with a sack up liquid. Precum.

My tongue slid over my pink, glossy lips. A hunger ran through me. This desire to be such a good, piddling missy for my daddy consumed me. My point darted down, my blond pigtails flying. I opened wide-eyed to plunge his gumshoe. My sassing about his crown. I tasted salty precum.

I swallowed his dick.

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

His hand squeezed hard about my left wrist as my lip sealed tight around the tip of his peter. I sucked on my offset cock, my cheeks hollowing. My tongue explored around the crown, feeling the spongelike grain. His salty precum melted across my tongue, setting live my gustatory sensation buds. My virgin pussy clenched, my juices soaking my naughty 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 sassing slid along his cock, caressing his throbbing slam. An incestuous thrill ran through me, this wanton delight. I suck so hard, reveling in his precum spilling into my backtalk. My tongue danced around the diadem, savoring the nip of his juices.

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

The joy my daddy felt excited me. I was pleasing him. I was making him experience so just. This was howling. I sucked harder, making these naughty slurping sounds. My drool dribbled down his cock as I bobbed my straits.

He let go of my left wing wrist to catch my early pigtail. Daddy gripped them both. He wrapped my fortunate hair around his fingers. He growled, his vox so throaty. It made me so happy to please him.

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

"Nothing, Courtney,"pappa gasped. He jerked up on my pigtails, sliding my mouth up his dick. It was like he wanted me to break off. Why ?

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

I moaned around dad 's cock, wanting to say I would swallow every drop of his jizz, but I could n't. I had to restrain sucking.

"Courtney ?"papa groaned, his grip relaxing on my pigtails. It allowed me to call for Thomas More of his cock in my rima oris. I slid my back talk down his length, loving him the total way. His dick brushed the book binding of my throat. He twitched and throbbed in my sassing, feeling so wonderful. This naughty thrill ran through me. My pussy felt so juicy, soaking the crotch of my wicked panties.

"You better rush up, Brittany, your engagement 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 daddy had sounded like he was afraid. What did he have to be afraid of ? I was just going to make him cum. I sucked harder, loving him the way a daddy 's missy should. An incestuous delight rippled through me, my puss clenching.

daddy groaned as he shifted. He panted, his font twisting with joy. His tool twitched and throbbed in my sassing. The taste of his precum grew stronger and unassailable. That had to imply something.

Was he about to cum ?

My right hand cupped his balls, playing with them. They were a little tank than his cock and covered in his tomentum. They twitched as I sucked. I was gentle with them, playing with them just the way I knew he 'd wish, my step-in tingling against my aching pussy. His hands tightened on my hair's-breadth. He growled with such passion.

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

Daddy 's salty cum fired into my mouth.

"Swallow it all !"he snarled as jet after spurt of his salty, yummy jizz filled my mouth. I gulped down the get-go mouthful, feeling it slide down to my stomach."Be daddy 's good girl 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 drop cloth sliding down my throat to my belly. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. It itched so badly. I needed to be touched. To be played with. I sucked so hard, drawing out the last of his cum.

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

I sucked one final prison term to piddle sure I had every drop, then I popped my mouth off him. I straightened up, staring at him with hectic eyes. 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 news bulletin. I gasped as he seized my hips and pushed me down onto the lounge. He was like a maddened creature. I trembled as he buried his grimace between my second joint. My virgin flesh quivered as he thrust up my skirt, exposing the light-blue panties.

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

"Brittany,"he growled, his fingers hooking the waistband of my panty. A wild tingle seemed to backwash through me, a jolt that I swear wire us both. I gasped, my pussycat clenching and my pap throbbing. Then Daddy ripped off my pantie. I gasped, my legs flying up into the air. They were pressed together by the goody garment sliding up my alcoholic thigh, past my knee, and then over my slender calves.

My wooden leg fell apart, my shaved, virgin shape exposed to my Daddy 's thirsty gaze. His oculus locked right there, staring at me. My cheek burned as he gripped my panties in his correct hand. He rubbed the electrifying cloth up against my thighs as his hands slid closer and closer to my pussy.

I whimpered."daddy !"

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

His cheek pressed into my knock off twat. I gasped, feeling the shadow of his hairsbreadth against my sensitive frame. It was a manly delight, his whiskers rubbing grating across my delicate flesh. My toes curled. My puss clenched, and then I gasped as his tongue flicked through my folds. He caressed over my hymen, that tenuous tissue layer of cutis that proved I was still a honorable miss. Then his knife flicked my clit.

I gasped out in raptus as the joy exploded from my bud.

It was so much More intense than my own fumbling onanism. This was so much better than rubbing my feverish flesh in the darkness of my bedroom, imagining those pitiful guy cable at my college like my day of the month, George VI. They were boy, not a man like my Daddy. I trembled as he licked again and again, lapping up my cream. I inhaled, smelling myself.

Daddy 's oculus stared up my torso, looking at my small tit molded by the too-tight blouse I wore. My nipples ached and throbbed. I had to render them to him. Whimpering, my deal flew to the clitoris of my blouse. They were small and made of clear credit card. My thumb pushed the first button through its eyelet, exposing more of my skin.

I popped the minute one through. The third one. I showed just a hint of my cleavage as dad 's knife lapped at my folds. He caressed me. He stroked my clit and teased my labia. My consistence shuddered as I undid the one-fourth push, only a few Sir Thomas More remaining.

I pressed the fifth—

The doorbell rang, chimes resounding throughout the house. I shuddered and popped the fifth part release through the grommet. My female parent bustled out of the kitchen. She smiled at me as I undid the 6th clitoris. She wiped her paw on a dishtowel she carried. She reached the door as I popped through the final button.

I ripped open my blouse as she opened the door.

I exposed my eighteen-year-old white meat to my daddy. He stared up at me as he sucked on my clit. His unexpended bridge player, the one not holding my panties, slid up my marriageable torso towards my tiny tit. His touch was hot. Electrifying.

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

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

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

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

As Daddy 's large mitt engulfed my modest breast, I glanced at my day of the month. George V was such a boy, skinny, a dopey grin on his face as he stared at me. I could only nod, whimpering ; my teeth clenched as pappa sucked harder on my clit. I squirmed, this rampantly heat construction and building interior of me. daddy 's tongue lapped up my flooding juices as his digit and thumb pinched my nipple.

"Oh, yes, dada !"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 courteous, blue shirt tucked into his jeans. He rubbed his hands on them, giving my daddy and me a nervous nod.

Saint George just sat there while a really man ate me out. My daddy loved me. My second joint clamped about my pop 's face. I whimpered as he pinched and rolled my mamilla while his tongue darted around my clit. Every mo brought me nearer and closer to an exploding orgasm. It was incredible. I was going to get such ecstasy. Such a mischievous, wondrous delight. My back arched, the oestrus growing and growing inside of me.

"Oh, George, Daddy is going to cook me cum,"I moaned."He 's so proficient at this. His brim feel amazing on my clit."

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

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

I did n't care what George had to say. Mom droned on and on, chit-chatting with my day of the month while I could only savor Daddy 's athirst lip. His right hand, holding my tingling panties against my intimate second joint. He pressed the naughty material higher 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 Sir Thomas More of this.

pop was just amazing.

My eyes squeezed shut as my puss clenched tight. Every one of his suck built and built the pressure level 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 couch, my pigtails dancing around my straits. It was so very much. So wonderful.

"Daddy !"

I came.

pa gave me an orgasm that was so much more intense than masturbating. So much better than stroking myself. pappa rubbed my step-in into the outer folds of my convulsing slit. I writhed deep inside of me, aching to be filled. For my staring depths to be penetrated by a man.

By my daddy.

He sucked on my clit, growling around it like a hungry brute. Wave after wafture of rapture flooded through me. My eyes shot open as I bucked in pleasure. I ground against him, squeaking and gasping and moaning in wordless pleasure. My orgasm overwhelmed me. The bliss drowned my idea. My mitt trembled. My left paw darted out, brushing George VI 's. I grasped my date 's wrist as my dada made me cum.

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

"She 's my lilliputian girl,"pa growled, lifting his face from my pussy.

I shuddered as my orgasmic rapture hit its peak. I hung there for a wonderful endorsement before I floated down into buzzing bliss. I kept gripping George III 's wrist, squeezing him as my moans grew softer. I sucked in abstruse breaths, struggling to retrieve myself. Little moans and flaccid sighs escape my lip. 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 slacks. He was so hard. He was in such need of being satiated.

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

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

"I 'm sorry, George V,"I told my date."I just ca n't will my pop here with a hardon. You understand, right ?"

"Yeah,"he said."We still have clock time to ca-ca the picture show. Go ahead, take care of your daddy."

"Good boy,"Daddy grunted in approval."Brittany, I 've wanted you for so long. Goddamn, watching you develop into that sexy, little 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 adept girl."

"Your good girl, Daddy,"I moaned, my free hand darting out to grab his dick."I 'm prepare. I 'm ready to impart you my virginity. I saved it just for you, Daddy."

I held Daddy 's cock in my mitt, feeling how ardent it was. He throbbed and pulsed, the beat of his passion 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 link of Daddy 's cock against my virginal vulva. His tip brushed my button before I slid him down my cunt sass. His growling grew louder and louder as I brought him towards the entryway of my slit. He could feel my hymen, that test copy that I was his good girl. I quivered there, prepare to be penetrated.

"I love you, Daddy !"I moaned.

"Brittany !"Daddy growled and thrust.

My optic widened as my maidenhead 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 daddy this endowment. I moaned through my clenched dentition as he kept pushing against my hymen.

My cherry popped.

I gasped as daddy plunged respective column inch into my deflowered depths. My eyes widened as he went deeper and thick. I could feel him reaching up interior of me. Our physical structure were uniting. The very pecker that had started me in my female parent 's womb was now sliding into my fertile depths. My thighs latched around him, pulling him in as the enjoyable massage of his dick against my juicy paries soothed away the momentaneous pain.

pa stared into my eyes.

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

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

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

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

"Oh, hush, let them enjoy themselves,"Mom said."Robert, honey, lay down our daughter 's first meter magical."

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

"Ready ?"he asked.

"Uh-huh,"I moaned and nodded.

It was so unbelievable as he drew back his pelvic girdle. My naughty cunny clenched around his dick. My deflowered flesh clung to him. pleasure rippled through me. Every column inch of him moving through my pussy gave me such delight. I shuddered, my finger flexing. I gripped George 's with my left helping hand while my right hand reached out to grab the back of dada 's neck. I pulled him down as his peter thrusting back into me. His threatening balls smacked my taint. My twat clenched around them as a undulation of pleasure shot through me.

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

The couch groaned as daddy pumped his pelvis. He pressed me back into the cushion, my pussy welcoming his every thrust. I humped against him, my little titties jiggling. It was so incredible. Another climax built and built inside of me. My cunny fed on the friction of daddy 's big pecker plunging into me again and again. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering as the ecstasy spilled through my body.

papa 's gruelling formal smacked into me again and again. They brimmed with his cum. I wanted that in me. No condom. No birth control. Just his incestuous passion mixed inside of me. It felt so right. My hip joint undulated, stirring my naughty cunny around his thrusting dick. My clit ached and throbbed, bursting with pleasure every time it rubbed against his pubic bone.

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

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

He stirred me up, my purulent boiling around him. I squeezed my twat tight about his midst cock. 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 's carpus as I came closer and closer to my climax. My stallion body tensed. Daddy pierce faster. It was like he sensed my need. He knew that I needed a bit more than clash to set off my fervor. I could feel the smoke rising. The kindling was about to catch.

I blazed.

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

flame of rapture burned out of my snatch. Heat swept through my consistence, setting my brain on fervency. I gasped and moaned. Stars, slight sparks 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 rapturous hotness sweeping through me.

"Bretagne,"daddy growled, slamming into me.

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

pop poking into me, plowing into my spasming pussy over and over. My bitch convulsed around his dick, welcoming him with every push. I was massaging it with my once-pure flesh. I was savoring every plunge, every hard thrusting of his dick into me. The pleasure burned hotter and hotter inside of me. I whimpered, my go out helping hand clutching on George 's wrist, feeling my date squirm beside me as my daddy made me cum over and over again.

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

"Yes, cum in our petty female child, Robert, honey."Mom sounded so supportive. She was so happy.

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

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

"Brittany, beloved !"Daddy growled, clutching those electrifying panties in his hand. He slammed to the hilt in me. My small titties quivered as his formal smacked into my taint.

I felt the beginning spurt of dada 's hot cum firing in my fertile depths.

My pussycat writhed harder. An climax far more intense than the others, a firestorm of ecstasy, swept through me. My cunny milked my daddy 's tool. I felt every extravasation of his incestuous seed into me. I gasped and moaned, the darkness now devouring my sight. I squealed, unable to say words as this wizardly moment swept over me. I stared into my daddy 's drear heart as he grunted. Groaned.

I knew I 'd always be his little girl.

He kissed me. His spit driving force into my mouth as my cunt wrung his pecker dry. He grunted while my delight peeked in me. I released George 's wrist to hug my dad 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 in me. I was full-of-the-moon of his wonderful cum.

It was perfect. Just the way it was supposed to be. I was so glad I found those step-in. Lucky me.

Daddy broke the candy kiss. He stared into my eyes."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 give on my date. George 's been pretty patient."

Daddy smiled."Yes, he has."

I shuddered as Daddy pulled his peter out of my juicy cunny. I clenched tight, wanting to pin every dip of his incestuous seed in me. My hands darted out, snagging my panties away from his grip. He smiled at me.

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

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

As he put away his peter, wet with my kitty pick, I drew my panties up past my articulatio genus and worked them up my second joint. A chill raced down my wooden leg, making me shudder. I was so glad to be Daddy 's little girl.

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

"Oh, he will,"I said, lifting up my keister so I could pull on my cute panties the rest of the way. I felt the crotch seat against my shaven pussy, making sure as shooting Daddy 's cum would be in me all throughout my particular date."I want to get home with enough time to make have a go at it to you again, Daddy."

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

"Such a well girl,"Mom said as she rose from the couch."Robert, honey, I 'll have dinner fix in xxx minutes."Smiling, Mom headed towards the kitchen.

I stood up and begin buttoning my blouse, my pigtails swaying about my shoulder. 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 have to wait until he got home tonight to take guardianship of that. I certainly was n't going to give him anything. Not even a hired hand job. I was a upright little girl. My hands, my back talk, my pussy, and even my shit, 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 unspoilt girl, think ?"

"Yeah, I saw,"George V said, smiling."Well, let 's get to the motion picture. You 're gon na love it."

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

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The figure who created the scanty smiled.

His first creation was a huge success. It was deserving the postponement for Brittany to finally put them on. He knew she would be forever glad. In nine months, she would grow a baby. The world-class of the many children she would bear her pop. One day, she would even get married, but she would forever pass herself to her father. Her husband, maybe even this stooge George, would understand. He might be married to Brittany, but her body would forever belong to her daddy.

The number brushed the next couple of pantie with a single Word of God printed across the behind in Au, sparkling letters : Bratty.

To be continued in the succeeding tarradiddle of Mind-Controlling Panties ...