Mind-Control step-in

Story One : Incestuous awakening

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

preeminence : Thanks to carom for beta reading this !

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

Nondescript. The eccentric of person no one would ever take care at twice. The figure drifted through the entrepot, browsing the shelf, glancing at the ware. Trendy clothing. Flashy and lustrous, full of pastel coloring. The chassis paused at one presentation with a selection of panties covered in salacious slogans printed across the rear, designed to hug the firm, toned rear end of a girl budding into her gender. The form, with a casual gesture, added its own scanty to the quite a little. One with its own exceptional idiom written upon it.

dad 's Girl.

The name continued on. An perceiver would ingest hardly noticed that anything had happened. The light-blue pantie with the pinko inscription did n't stand out at amid the others.

It was n't long before a gaggle of young women, eighteen or nineteen, entered the store. Their bright laughter echoed through the retail quad as they attacked the clothing racks like a flock of hungry vultures. 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 gross rig. Her blonde hair fell loose about her rhythm font, her mouth plump and covered in a shiny, knock lip rubric. She had a stunner scar on her upper lip, her blue centre bright as she stumbled with her friends, gossiping, enjoying the vitality of youth.

The laughter increased when they reached the show with the panties. They giggled in hinder delight at the juicy idiom. They joked about accidentally flashing their step-in and letting this or that cute guy see the enticing phrasal idiom printed in garish varsity letter across their rumps.

Brittany 's gaze fell on the light-blue panty with the pink lettering. She touched the cotton/poly blend and felt a strange tingle backwash through her. She was most certainly not a dada 's girl. She hated how restrictive her father was. Robert Adam Smith was a man with strong opinions about how his daughter should act. Opinions 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 highschool as Brittany imagined wearing these for her new beau, Stephen, she snagged them up and rushed to the immediate payment register.

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

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< strong > Brittany Bessie Smith < /strong >

A anxious waver ran through me. I had my showtime date with George I Harvey tonight. I was giddy with hullabaloo. He was such a stud. So much better than Brad, whom I 'd dumped last week when I caught him texting that crud Miranda Brenner. George was definitely considerably than that crippled Sir Leslie Stephen. Why did I ever think dating him would be fun ? He had become way too a great deal like my father, wanting to control me.

"F that,"I muttered to myself as I capped my passion Fruit Maroon lip rouge. My lips were a shiny, vibrant red. It set off the blue of my optic and made me look deliciously irresistible.

My hips swayed in a new wench I 'd bought earlier at the mall, my diminished breasts bouncing in the negligee-like top I wore. The slenderize fabric dangled from spaghetti shoulder strap that molded to my trunk and gave ample substantiation I was n't wearing a bra. My firm, young nipples pressed hard against the material.

George would be here soon. I was so eagre to be picked up. The old boy was exciting. I could n't look to show him just how grown-up I could be. It was finally metre for me to suffer my virginity.

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

The doorbell rang.

I gasped, a shock of shock running through me. George was early. I was supposed to have another thirty instant to make surely I was unadulterated. That my blonde hair was falling in perfective tense waves around my face, that my makeup was sultry and exciting, and that my outfit fit me perfectly. I was wearing my new flip-flop, the slenderize strap of textile buried between the peachy 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 substructure slapping on the steps, my youthful titty jiggling in my top. The textile rubbed against my nubs, sending shake frisson down to my pussy. I was ready for this night. I was eager—

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

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

His brown eyes flicked up to me, his back straightening as he witnessed my cute turnout, dislike crossing his stuffy face. colour spotted his cheeks as his nostril flared. I froze on the steps, 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 daughter 's wearing ?"he said, ignoring my words entirely.

My mother glanced at me, biting her lower lip."fountainhead, I 'll let in it 's a small practically, but she 's growing up."

"Growing up into what ?"he demanded.

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

"I 'm snip for my engagement, father,"I said with a frosty tone to my vocalism."He 's going to be here any minute."

"Not dressed like that,"pappa growled. He glanced at my female parent."talk of the town to your daughter. She is not going out of this mansion dressed like that."

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

"Now, honey,"Mom said, her vocalisation mild."That bird is a little unawares. I mean ... What is your date going to think ?"

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

"Sexy ?"dada growled."Sexy ?"

His withering glare fell upon me. I trembled, swallowing. I wanted to meld away. It was an unflinching gaze. His brown eyes were intense. He may take care mild-mannered in his beige slacks and sweater, but he still had that military posture. He worked in an office now, but ...

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

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

"I am not !"I glared at him."I 'm 18. An adult !"

"You 're barley an adult,"he growled."So long as you live under my roof, so long as I pay your banknote, 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 last out 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 domain ? How will I know what 's going on ?"

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

"But ..."my get down lip quivered.

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

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

"trade good,"Dad said, nodding.

"Why do n't you just ready me wear a riding 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 eyes, refusing to look away. craze boiled through me. He looked so settle down. A rock. It shook me up, my ira faltering. I trembled, swallowing. Was he grievous ? Would he really choke up my cute torso into a shapeless burqa ? My eyes watered as I forced them to stay open air. My feet squirmed.

He was relentless. Unfeeling.

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

"That 's fine,"he growled."When you 're older, you 'll wait 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 ready me dress like a little girl ?"I hissed in annoyance.

Then I remembered the consummate couple of panties. That would show him.

I whirled around and darted for my dresser. I grabbed the polished, white boss and yanked it open. My panty and bra shifted around inside from the violence of my action mechanism. My gaze darted around the delicacy garments. Then, I spotted what I was looking for. Light-blue framework. Some of the pink letters showing. I grinned. I shoved my hands beneath my bird, hooking the sash of my new thong, and ripped it down my thighs. My doll swayed. I could find it dancing over the impudence of my plump ass. I stepped out of the dainty panties, my blood boiling.

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

I unfolded the special panties, nodding in satisfaction at the sight of the pinko letters."Daddy 's Girl."They made me tingle just thinking about wearing them. I would lose my virginity tonight wearing these panties. I would throw myself at George.

"Ooh, you 're going to get kitty-cat tonight ! Even if you 're an motherfucker, I 'm so angry, I 'll just climb on you in the midsection of the theatre !"

My blonde hair danced about my fount as I shoved my right infantry through the leg hole. Then I thrust my left leg through the former. I worked that blue sky, cotton/poly blended material up my thigh. It whisked against my tegument, caressing me. A naughty tingle raced up to my vulva, electrifying my button. I shuddered as I wiggled it up my thigh. I pulled it over my bottom, the crotch subsidence against my plane, pure twat.

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

I stared at myself in the mirror, my border half-bunched around my shank, my hair swaying unleash about my shoulder joint. My brim were just slick magazine maroon. This vibrant, bold coloring material. It was so ... adult.

That would n't do at all. I did n't own much time to shift and fix my makeup. I had to propel fast. What was up with this dame I was wearing ? Daddy would n't wish how short it was. The hemline barely covered anything.

My cheeks blushed a bright scarlet. My virgin pussy tingled as I quickly ripped off the skimpy skirt. As I did, movement caught my gaze. I gasped at the peck of my top in my mirror. I could see my nipples through the cloth. Why was n't I wearing a bra ? The material clung to my small chest. It was disgraceful.

After I stepped out of my bird, I ripped off the top. I was just in my panties. I paused, turning my hips, studying my figure. The pale blue fabric of the panties molded to my rear end, the varsity letter, showing up in a perverse text across my ass, looked so precious. I giggled, wiggling my hips. The panties were so reliable.

I was a dad 's girl.

Humming, I found that pink skirt Mom recommended. It was hone. So cunning. daddy would have sex it. I stepped into it and worked it up my wooden leg quickly. I did n't have practically clip. My firm, young titties jiggled. I zipped up the skirt.

My hips shook as my hired hand slid over my flat stomach. I considered what to wear thin with the skirt. I needed a arrant top for my appointment. I did n't feature clip to find a bra, but I remembered the take blouse I needed. It was a white blouse, something a schoolgirl would wear.

Perfect.

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

Why had I even wanted to let down him ?

I could n't trust I thought of dressing like such a working girl. That was n't me. It was like I had gone insane or something. But now ... now, thanks to that shiver 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 little old, something I had n't worn in a few years, but it still fit. Barely. The fabric molded to me. I groaned, seeing my mamilla 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 birth to go without it.

I darted to my make-up table, needing to pick out off this garish lipstick. Whatever possessed me to purchase this whorish hue ? I grabbed a sponge and the rubbing alcoholic drink then quickly wiped off the hue. I worked fast, knowing that George II would be here at any clip. 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 fuzz dancing, I worked fast. I was so cognisant of the time. Not much time was left. St. George should be here by now. Was he running late ? For once, I would n't be mad.

My lipstick smeared off, I found a more capture tad. A overnice, soft pink. Bubblicious delectation. I uncapped it, applying the paler shade on my mouth. It brought out my natural color, making my backtalk seem a slight plumper. A picayune 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 spit over my lips, feeling the waxy texture. I nodded in delectation. I stood up, quick for my particular date and ...

There was something missing. Something more that I needed to do. What was it ? I stared at myself, seeing that my cute blouse 's hem came just to the top of my garden pink doll, its cloth flowing in ruffle plica down to my take down second joint. I cocked my straits, my idle, blonde Robert Curl sliding around my look and ...

"That 's it !"I gasped.

I pulled open the drawer of my makeup mesa and snagged the first two pink scrunches I could encounter. I grabbed my hair, gathering half of it up into a pigtail, and wrapped it up with the stretchy band. In consequence, my lock chamber tumbled down to my shoulder in a declination of golden delectation. I grabbed the other scrunchy and made my other arse. I loved how it transformed my face. It made me front more like a cute, piddling missy. Just the way papa liked to see me.

Wholesome.

Innocent.

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

I was perfect. With a empty-headed giggle, I darted to the room access. I threw it open, my sock-covered invertebrate foot whisking on the carpet. I scampered down the steps, my dame flying about my thighs. My pigtails bounced with such playful delight. I reached the bottom of the steps and burst into the living room. Daddy was already sitting on his recliner, his wooden leg thrown out before him. He glanced at me and blinked.

"What do you opine ?"I asked."Is this more appropriate ? Huh, dada ?"

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

Mom peeked her 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 full,"I said.

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

I flounced to my male parent, my bird swirling about my second joint. With boisterous energy, I threw myself onto his lap and straddled him. He groaned, his eyes flicking up and down my body. My nipples tingled, this naughty bang dancing through me. I resisted the itch to giggle. I felt so wicked right now. I leaned in and gave my dad a ready 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 stun. Like soul had just walked up and cold-cocked him in the side of the head.

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

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

He groaned as I climbed off him. I gasped, almost falling over as I slipped off the recliner. His professorship wobbled. It creaked as his legs pulled in the carry part. His cheeks were red, his chest rise and falling in his brown sweater. I turned around, wiggling my precious rump at him.

"See, Daddy,"I purred, flipping up my dame."I 'm not wearing that foul flip-flop. I 'm wearing a proper pair of panties."

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

What was incorrectly with my daddy ?

"Yep, I 'm your skilful, fiddling girl. I love being a pa 's girl."

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

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

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

I squealed in delight at that. I spun around and bounced in position, my pigtails flying about my side. My mamilla ached as my picayune knocker jiggled in my tight, livid blouse. I clapped my manpower together as such delight squealed from my lips.

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

"pa loves my new panty,"I purred.

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

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

I stopped bouncing in home, feeling pop 's oculus on me. His cheeks were even scarlet now. He shifted on the chair as he adjusted his pants. My eyes notice the big bulge in the front of his khaki falling off. My cheeks blazed with heating system as a molten lust formed cryptical inside of my virgin pussy. pop was hard. He looked so big, straining the front man of his pant. My tongue flicked across my sheeny lips as a shiver ran through my consistency.

"dad,"I said."Did you really like my pantie ?"

He cleared his throat.

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

"I think you really, really like my panties."I purred."I 'm so dark for making you uncomfortable. Let me facilitate 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 on me, my hand reached his bulging crotch. I shuddered as I felt his girth through his khaki morass. A tingle raced out of my panties, electrifying my Virgo the Virgin kitty-cat. jerk blastoff throughout my organic structure, caressing me and making me tremble in ecstatic delight.

I would shit pappa so happy. Be such a good, little girl.

"Deliverer, Brittany !"He growled, his hands fumbling to take hold of my wrist.

I do n't know how his strong helping hand did n't prehend me before I had his belt undone and his gasp unfastened. His zipper rasped as I pulled open his fly, revealing his plaid boxers tented by his straining turncock. His human face was so red, his heart bulging with alarm. He managed to snag my odd wrist while my right hand darted into his underwear and pulled out his dick.

It was like the world froze as I saw my pappa 's shaft for the first metre. It was so duncical and yearn, his shaft warm in my helping hand, pulsing with a beat. His heart beat. The tip ended at a pink, mushroom-shaped crownwork, a fiddling slit at the meridian beaded with a absolved liquidness. Precum.

My knife slid over my pink, showy brim. A hunger ran through me. This desire to be such a good, fiddling girl for my dada consumed me. My headspring darted down, my blonde pigtails flying. I opened wide to engulf his putz. My lips about his cap. I tasted salty precum.

I swallowed his dick.

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

His hand squeezed grueling about my left wrist joint as my back talk sealed sloshed around the tip of his tool. I sucked on my first putz, my nerve hollowing. My tongue explored around the crown, feeling the spongy grain. His salty precum melted across my tongue, setting live my taste buds. My Virgo pussy clenched, my juice soaking my naughty panties. My mammilla ached against my blouse as pop growled out his pleasure.

My head moved, turning from side to side and bobbing up and down. My back talk slid along his cock, caressing his pounding quill. An incestuous thrill ran through me, this wanton pleasure. I suck so hard, reveling in his precum spilling into my mouth. My tongue danced around the treetop, savoring the flavor of his juices.

"You 're going to get me in so a lot trouble,"he growled, his impart hand grabbing my redress pigtail."Your female parent 's in the kitchen. Oh, god, Breiz !"

The joy my pa felt rouse me. I was pleasing him. I was making him finger so good. This was wonderful. I sucked harder, making these risque slurping phone. My drool dribbled down his shaft as I bobbed my head.

He let go of my left carpus to grab my other pigtail. pappa gripped them both. He wrapped my aureate haircloth around his fingers. 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 ?"

"Nothing, Courtney,"Daddy gasped. He jerked up on my pigtails, sliding my sass up his dick. It was like he wanted me to stop. Why ?

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

I moaned around daddy 's cock, wanting to say I would unsay every cliff of his jizz, but I could n't. I had to celebrate sucking.

"Courtney ?"Daddy groaned, his grip relaxing on my pigtails. It allowed me to take More of his hammer in my mouth. I slid my sass down his length, loving him the full way. His pecker brushed the back of my throat. He twitched and throbbed in my mouth, feeling so howling. This naughty thrill ran through me. My pussy felt so juicy, soaking the genitals of my repellent panties.

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

"What the shtup ?"daddy groaned as I loved him.

I kept sucking, so jumble why dad 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 daughter should. An incestuous delight rippled through me, my pussy clenching.

dad groaned as he shifted. He panted, his font twisting with pleasure. His tool twitched and throbbed in my mouthpiece. The taste of his precum grew firm and stronger. That had to mean something.

Was he about to cum ?

My right bridge player cupped his egg, playing with them. They were a little cooler than his peter and covered in his haircloth. They twitched as I sucked. I was gruntle with them, playing with them just the way I knew he 'd like, my pantie tingling against my aching cunt. His hands tightened on my pilus. He growled with such passion.

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

dad 's salty cum fired into my mouth.

"Swallow it all !"he snarled as spurt after squirt of his salty, yummy jizz filled my mouthpiece. I gulped down the first of all taste, feeling it slew down to my venter."Be daddy 's good girl and sup every ass drop."

I did.

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

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

I sucked one final time to wee trusted I had every bead, then I popped my backtalk off him. I straightened up, staring at him with feverish eyes. Daddy, my kitty is all wet and itchy and ... and ... I need something. I need to ... I need to, cum, too !"

papa was on me in a flash. I gasped as he seized my pelvic girdle and pushed me down onto the couch. He was like a maddened beast. I trembled as he buried his face between my second joint. My Virgo the Virgin flesh quivered as he thrust up my skirt, exposing the light-blue panties.

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

"Bretagne,"he growled, his fingers hooking the waistband of my pantie. A tempestuous quiver seemed to race through me, a jolt that I swear wire us both. I gasped, my slit clenching and my nipples throbbing. Then Daddy ripped off my pantie. I gasped, my wooden leg flying up into the air. They were pressed together by the delicacy garment sliding up my lush thighs, past my knees, and then over my slender calves.

My stage fell apart, my shaved, virgin anatomy exposed to my Daddy 's thirsty regard. His eyes locked right there, staring at me. My cheek burned as he gripped my scanty in his right paw. He rubbed the electrifying fabric up against my second joint as his hands slid near and closer to my pussy.

I whimpered."Daddy !"

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

His face pressed into my shaved bozo. I gasped, feeling the shadow of his whiskers against my sensitive human body. It was a manly delight, his whiskers rubbing bumpy across my delicate flesh. My toes curled. My pussy clenched, and then I gasped as his tongue flicked through my congregation. He caressed over my hymen, that thin membrane of cutis that proved I was still a effective girl. Then his tongue flicked my clit.

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

It was so much more vivid than my own botch up masturbation. This was so much comfortably than rubbing my febrile flesh in the darkness of my chamber, imagining those pathetic guys at my college like my date, George. They were boys, not a man like my papa. I trembled as he licked again and again, lapping up my ointment. I inhaled, smelling myself.

Daddy 's oculus stared up my physical structure, looking at my small bosom molded by the too-tight blouse I wore. My mamilla ached and throbbed. I had to show them to him. Whimpering, my hands flew to the push of my blouse. They were diminished and made of clear plastic. My thumb pushed the first button through its eyelet, exposing more of my skin.

I popped the irregular one through. The third one. I showed just a lead of my segmentation as pappa 's tongue lapped at my fold. He caressed me. He stroked my clit and teased my labia. My body shuddered as I undid the fourth button, only a few more than remaining.

I pressed the fifth—

The doorbell rang, chimes resounding throughout the sign of the zodiac. I shuddered and popped the fifth button through the eyehole. My mother bustled out of the kitchen. She smiled at me as I undid the sixth button. She wiped her hands on a tea towel she carried. She reached the door as I popped through the final examination button.

I ripped surface my blouse as she opened the door.

I exposed my eighteen-year-old tit to my pappa. He stared up at me as he sucked on my button. His left hand, the one not holding my pantie, slid up my nubile torso towards my petite tit. His touch was hot. Electrifying.

"Oh, you must be George III,"my mom said at the door."I 'm afraid Brittany is n't finished with her Church Father yet. You can come in inside. I 'm surely 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 bear in mind waiting, Mrs. Ian Douglas Smith,"my day of the month said."I just thought that your married man was still at work."

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

As Daddy 's magnanimous helping hand engulfed my modest breast, I glanced at my date. George was such a boy, skinny, a foolish grin on his facial expression as he stared at me. I could only nod, whimpering ; my teeth clenched as Daddy sucked harder on my button. I squirmed, this wild heating building and construction inside of me. Daddy 's tongue lapped up my flooding succus as his finger and ovolo pinched my nipple.

"Oh, yes, Daddy !"I moaned.

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

He sat down beside me, wearing a nice, low-spirited shirt tucked into his denim. He rubbed his hands on them, giving my papa and me a nervous nod.

George IV just sat there while a genuine man ate me out. My daddy loved me. My thighs clamped about my dad 's typeface. I whimpered as he pinched and rolled my nipple while his natural language darted around my clit. Every moment brought me closer and close to an exploding coming. It was incredible. I was going to experience such rapture. Such a wicked, wonderful pleasure. My back arched, the heat growing and growing inside of me.

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

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

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

I did n't care what George IV had to say. Mom droned on and on, chit-chatting with my date while I could only savor Daddy 's hungry sassing. His right hand, holding my tingling panties against my inner second joint. He pressed the naughty fabric higher up my leg. I groaned as he rubbed the fabric into my juicy bod and sucked on my button. 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 optic squeezed shut as my bitch clenched tight. Every one of his sucks built and built the pressure inside of me. He twisted my nipple, adding jolt of rapture that shot down to my pure kitty. My toes curled. I squirmed against the lounge, my pigtails dancing around my head word. It was so much. So howling.

"pappa !"

I came.

pappa gave me an orgasm that was so much more vivid than masturbating. So much better than stroking myself. dad rubbed my panties into the outer folds of my convulsing kitty-cat. I writhed deep inside of me, aching to be filled. For my virginal profundity to be penetrated by a man.

By my daddy.

He sucked on my clitoris, growling around it like a thirsty animate being. Wave after Wave of exaltation flooded through me. My eyes shot open as I bucked in joy. I ground against him, squeaking and gasping and moaning in wordless pleasure. My climax overwhelmed me. The bliss drowned my thoughts. My mitt 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 petty girlfriend,"Daddy growled, lifting his boldness from my pussy.

I shuddered as my orgasmic exaltation hit its crest. I hung there for a rattling second before I floated down into buzzing bliss. I kept gripping George 's carpus, squeezing him as my groan grew softer. I sucked in deeply breaths, struggling to regain myself. Little moans and lenient sighs escape my lips. I felt so dizzy. Almost dazed.

"Oh, dada, that was amazing."

pa 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 natural language across my mouth, debating blowing him.

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

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

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

"commodity boy,"dad 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 on. The way you dress ... The way you flounced around, teasing me ... But you 're finally being a good girl."

"Your practiced girlfriend, Daddy,"I moaned, my relinquish hired hand darting out to seize his dick."I 'm make. I 'm fix to give you my virginity. I saved it just for you, Daddy."

I held Daddy 's pecker in my hand, feeling how strong it was. He throbbed and pulsed, the beat of his heat pumping through his cinch. He stared down at me, this primal growl growing and growing in his throat. I shuddered, gripping George I 's articulatio radiocarpea as I brought my pa finisher and closer to my pussy.

I gasped at the incestuous middleman of daddy 's cock against my virtuous vulva. His tip brushed my clitoris before I slid him down my pussy sassing. His growl grew louder and louder as I brought him towards the ingress of my pussy. He could palpate my hymen, that proof that I was his good girl. I quivered there, ready to be penetrated.

"I love you, Daddy !"I moaned.

"Breiz !"Daddy growled and thrust.

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

My cerise popped.

I gasped as daddy plunged respective inches into my deflowered profoundness. My center widened as he went profoundly and recondite. I could palpate him reaching up inside of me. Our eubstance were uniting. The very rooster that had started me in my mother 's uterus was now sliding into my fertile depths. My thighs latched around him, pulling him in as the pleasurable massage of his dick against my juicy walls soothed away the momentary pain.

pappa stared into my eyes.

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

"Just state me when you 're cook,"he groaned."Goddamn, you feel stick, Brittany."

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

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

"Oh, still, let them enjoy themselves,"Mom said."Henry M. Robert, dear, make our girl 's first time magical."

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

"Ready ?"he asked.

"Uh-huh,"I moaned and nodded.

It was so incredible as he drew back his pelvic arch. My naughty cunny clenched around his dick. My deflowered anatomy clung to him. pleasure rippled through me. Every in of him moving through my pussy gave me such transport. I shuddered, my finger flexing. I gripped George 's with my left hand while my right reached out to grab the book binding of pappa 's neck. I pulled him down as his cock thrusting back into me. His heavy balls smacked my taint. My pussy clenched around them as a undulation of pleasure shot through me.

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

The couch groaned as dad pumped his pelvis. He pressed me back into the cushions, my cunt welcoming his every thrust. I humped against him, my little boob jiggling. It was so incredible. Another 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 heart fluttering as the rapture spilled through my body.

Daddy 's backbreaking orchis smacked into me again and again. They brimmed with his ejaculate. I wanted that in me. No safe. No parentage control. Just his incestuous passion mixed inside of me. It felt so right. My pelvic arch undulated, stirring my naughty cunny around his thrusting pecker. My clit ached and throbbed, bursting with pleasure every time it rubbed against his pubic bone.

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

"Yeah,"my engagement groaned, his phonation throaty as he watched a literal man fuck me. He watched my daddy put his dick in me.

He stirred me up, my pussy boiling around him. I squeezed my cunt tight about his thick tool. I clenched my gamy gob. 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 intact consistency tensed. dada thrust faster. It was like he sensed my need. He knew that I needed a bit more friction to set off my fires. I could feel the hummer rising. The tinder was about to catch.

I blazed.

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

Flames of ecstasy burned out of my pussy. warmth swept through my body, setting my mind on fire. I gasped and moaned. Stars, small sparks that flared and died, danced before my center. My cunny spasmed and writhed about his gumshoe plunging in and out of me. Every thrust sent more rapturous heat sweeping through me.

"Brittany,"dada growled, slamming into me.

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

pappa knife thrust into me, plowing into my spasming cunt over and over. My twat convulsed around his cock, welcoming him with every drive. I was massaging it with my once-pure bod. I was savoring every dip, every difficult thrust of his dick into me. The pleasure burned hotter and hotter inside of me. I whimpered, my left hand clutching on George II 's wrist, feeling my date wriggle beside me as my daddy made me cum over and over again.

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

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

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

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

"Brittany, honey !"daddy growled, clutching those electrifying step-in in his deal. He slammed to the hilt in me. My small titties quivered as his balls smacked into my taint.

I felt the first squirt of daddy 's hot cum firing in my fat depths.

My puss writhed harder. An sexual climax far more intense than the others, a firestorm of hug drug, swept through me. My cunny milked my daddy 's cock. I felt every bam of his incestuous source into me. I gasped and moaned, the wickedness now devouring my vision. I squealed, unable to say give-and-take as this wizardly here and now 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 mouth as my slit wrung his hammer dry. He grunted while my pleasure peeked in me. I released George II 's articulatio radiocarpea to hug my daddy tight. My fingernails scratched down his rear, rasping against his shirt. He growled and then groaned as I drained him dry. I had every drop in me. I was to the full of his wonderful cum.

It was perfect. 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 oculus."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."

papa smiled."Yes, he has."

I shuddered as papa pulled his cock out of my juicy cunny. I clenched tight, wanting to immobilise every drop cloth of his incestuous seed in me. My men darted out, snagging my panty away from his grip. He smiled at me.

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

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

As he put away his cock, wet with my pussy emollient, I drew my panties up preceding my knee joint and worked them up my second joint. A chill raced down my branch, making me shudder. I was so gladiola to be Daddy 's minuscule girl.

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

"Oh, he will,"I said, lifting up my rump so I could pull on my cute panties the residuum of the way. I felt the crotch seat against my shaved twat, making certain Daddy 's cum would be in me all throughout my date."I want to get rest home with sufficiency time to make do it to you again, Daddy."

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

"Such a good daughter,"Mom said as she rose from the couch."Robert, honey, I 'll have dinner party ready in 30 minutes."smiling, Mom headed towards the kitchen.

I stood up and begin buttoning my blouse, my pigtails swaying about my shoulders. I covered up my breasts and smoothed down my chick. 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 care of that. I certainly was n't going to kick in him anything. Not even a hired hand job. I was a unspoiled girl. My hands, my mouth, my kitty, 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 good girl, call back ?"

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

I bet I would. George was a gracious boy. He felt safety. Not one of those boy who would try to train advantage of me. He understood that I would always be dad 's short girl.

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The figure of speech who created the step-in smiled.

His first institution was a Brobdingnagian success. It was Worth the wait for Breiz to finally put them on. He knew she would be forever felicitous. In nine months, she would farm a sister. The beginning of the many nipper she would bear her Daddy. One day, she would even get marital, but she would forever give herself to her father. Her husband, maybe even this flunky St. George, would understand. He might be married to Bretagne, but her consistency would forever belong to her daddy.

The material body brushed the succeeding pair of panties with a individual word printed across the behind in gold, sparkling letter of the alphabet : Bratty.

To be continued in the future tale of Mind-Controlling pantie ...