Mind-Control Panties

Story One : Incestuous wakening

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to carom for beta reading this !

In a sure shopping centre, in a habiliment store frequented by the local college girls, a physique wandered.

Nondescript. The type of mortal no one would ever await at twice. The figure drifted through the shop, browsing the ledge, glancing at the merchandise. Trendy clothing. Flashy and bright, wide-cut of pastel coloring. The figure paused at one exhibit with a selection of step-in covered in salacious motto printed across the rear, designed to hug the house, toned derriere of a fille budding into her sex. The shape, with a insouciant gesture, added its own panties to the passel. One with its own exceptional phrase written upon it.

Daddy 's Girl.

The figure continued on. An observer would induce 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 immature women, eighteen or nineteen, entered the store. Their promising laughter echoed through the retail space as they attacked the clothing racks like a flock of hungry vultures. Only, no vulture was ever as succulent of these nubile, Thomas Young things.

One of them, a eighteen-year-old sophomore named Brittany Smith, was looking for the perfect turnout. Her blonde hair fell loose about her round brass, her sassing plump and covered in a shiny, ping lip gloss. She had a beauty mark on her upper lip, her downcast eyes bright as she stumbled with her friends, gossiping, enjoying the vim of youth.

The laugh increased when they reached the display with the scanty. They giggled in embarrassed delight at the gamy phrase. They joked about accidentally flashing their panties and letting this or that cute guy see the enticing phrasal idiom printed in loud letters across their rumps.

Brittany 's gaze fell on the light-blue step-in with the pink lettering. She touched the cotton/poly portmanteau word and felt a strange tingle race through her. She was most certainly not a daddy 's girl. She hated how restrictive her Father-God was. Henry Martyn Robert Smith was a man with stiff opinions about how his daughter should act. impression Brittany most definitely did not share.

However, there was something so titillating about the idiomatic expression.

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 fellow, Stephen, she snagged them up and rushed to the cash register.

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

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< strong > Brittany Smith < /strong >

A nervous flap ran through me. I had my first date with George William Harvey tonight. I was giddy with excitement. 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 easily than that lame Stephen. Why did I ever think dating him would be fun ? He had become way too much like my father, wanting to keep in line me.

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

My hips swayed in a new dame I 'd bought earlier at the mall, my small boob bouncing in the negligee-like top I wore. The dilute fabric dangled from spaghetti straps that molded to my body and gave sizable proof I was n't wearing a bra. My business firm, young tit pressed hard against the material.

George would be here soon. I was so tidal bore to be picked up. The quondam boy was exciting. I could n't hold off to show him just how grown-up I could be. It was finally time for me to fall back my virginity.

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

The doorbell rang.

I gasped, a jolt of shock running through me. George V was early. I was supposed to let another XXX second to make sure I was perfect. That my blonde hair was falling in staring waves around my grimace, that my makeup was sultry and exciting, and that my outfit fit me perfectly. I was wearing my new thong, the lose weight strap of textile buried between the peachy bender of my champagne ass.

"wellspring, I 'm as cook as I 'll ever be,"I muttered as I heard my mother moving through the house.

I darted downstairs, my invertebrate foot slapping on the steps, my young breast jiggling in my top. The fabric rubbed against my inwardness, sending excited tingles down to my puss. I was ready for this night. I was eager—

"I ca n't consider I locked the goddam key fruit in the car,"my don growled.

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

His brown center flicked up to me, his back straightening as he witnessed my cute kit, disapproval crossing his close facial expression. coloration spotted his cheeks as his nostrils flared. I froze on the stride, clutching the polished banister, my pump thundering beneath my breasts.

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

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

My mother glanced at me, biting her lower lip."wellspring, I 'll admit it 's a trivial 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 lop for my date, father,"I said with a frosty tone to my voice."He 's going to be here any minute."

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

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

"Now, dearest,"Mom said, her part soft."That annulus is a piddling short. I mean ... What is your engagement going to think ?"

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

"Sexy ?"pop growled."Sexy ?"

His withering glare fell upon me. I trembled, swallowing. I wanted to evaporate away. It was an unflinching regard. His brown eyes were intense. He may wait mild-mannered in his ecru slacks and sweater, but he still had that military heading. He worked in an billet now, but ...

"This is what all the young woman wear,"I said.

"You 're not all young lady. You 're my small girl."

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

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

The bottom fell out of my tum. That was no evacuate threat."I need my earphone. I have to persist in contact 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 means, go out there dressed like that and see how slap-up your life history is without that little box."He stood aside, sweeping his arm."After all, you 're practically an adult. There is an entire human beings out there waiting for you. Jobs. Bills."

"But ..."my lower lip quivered.

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

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

"Good,"Dad said, nodding.

"Why do n't you just make me bear a habit !"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 rock'n'roll. It shook me up, my ira 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 stay open. 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 sometime, you 'll search back at this and laugh."

I screeched as I stomped to my bedchamber. I threw myself through the doorway and slammed it behind me.

"Want to spend a penny me dress like a little female child ?"I hissed in annoyance.

Then I remembered the perfect tense couplet of step-in. That would register him.

I whirled around and darted for my dresser. I grabbed the polished, white knobs and yanked it open. My panties and bras shifted around inside from the ferocity of my action mechanism. My gaze darted around the dainty garments. Then, I spotted what I was looking for. Light-blue fabric. Some of the pink letters showing. I grinned. I shoved my hands beneath my skirt, hooking the cincture of my new lash, and ripped it down my thighs. My doll swayed. I could find it dancing over the cheeks of my plump ass. I stepped out of the dainty panties, my bloodline boiling.

"Expect me to be his trivial young woman,"I muttered."Eff that !"

I unfolded the exceptional panties, nodding in satisfaction at the mint of the pink letter."papa 's Girl."They made me tingle just thinking about wearing them. I would lose my virginity tonight wearing these pantie. I would throw myself at George.

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

My blonde hair danced about my face as I shoved my right foot through the leg fix. Then I thrust my left leg through the former. I worked that blueing, cotton/poly blended stuff up my thighs. It whisked against my cutis, caressing me. A naughty prickling raced up to my vulva, electrifying my clit. I shuddered as I wiggled it up my thighs. I pulled it over my tail end, the private parts settling against my shave, Virgin cunt.

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 joint. My lips were just shiny maroon. This vivacious, bold color. It was so ... adult.

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

My impudence blushed a bright scarlet. My virgin puss tingled as I quickly ripped off the skimpy skirt. As I did, cause caught my regard. 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 material clung to my lowly white meat. It was disgraceful.

After I stepped out of my skirt, I ripped off the top. I was just in my panties. I paused, turning my hips, studying my figure. The light-blue textile of the step-in molded to my rump, the letters, showing up in a perverse text across my ass, looked so cute. I giggled, wiggling my rosehip. The step-in were so dead on target.

I was a daddy 's girl.

humming, I found that pink skirt Mom recommended. It was perfect. So cute. daddy would screw it. I stepped into it and worked it up my legs quickly. I did n't have much metre. My firm, young titties jiggled. I zipped up the annulus.

My hips shook as my hands slid over my plane stomach. I considered what to fag with the skirt. I needed a thoroughgoing top for my date. I did n't have clock time to find a bra, but I remembered the exact blouse I needed. It was a white blouse, something a schoolgirl would wear.

Perfect.

I fetched the white blouse out of my closet while bubbling with agitation. My teat tingled, just aching to be tweaked. I knew he would be intimate how I was dressed. He would absolutely approve. There would be no ire 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 chill racing through me, I understood who I was. I was just what my step-in said.

A dada 's girl.

I buttoned up the blouse, feeling it fit snugly about my trunk. It was a minuscule 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 pap poking at the cloth. I bit my lip, wondering if I had metre to put on a bra.

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

I darted to my make-up table, needing to take off this cheap lipstick. Whatever possessed me to buy this whorish hue ? I grabbed a leech and the rubbing alcohol then quickly wiped off the hue. I worked fast, knowing that George would be here at any time. If I wore lipstick like this, he might think I 'd want to birth ... sex with him.

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

My spirit racing, my blonde hair dancing, I worked fast. I was so cognizant of the metre. 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 earmark subtlety. A nice, diffused pinko. Bubblicious delectation. I uncapped it, applying the paler shade on my lips. It brought out my instinctive colouring, making my backtalk seem a petty plumper. A fiddling cuter. The chair creaked beneath me as I applied it too fast. I winced at the pinko smeared across my upper lip. I grabbed a tissue and quickly scrubbed it away. I touched up my sassing, then smacked them against the tissue to get off the excess.

I ran my tongue over my rim, feeling the waxy texture. I nodded in joy. 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 dame, its cloth flowing in plicate folds down to my lower thighs. I cocked my question, my loose, blonde curls sliding around my face and ...

"That 's it !"I gasped.

I pulled open the draftsman of my makeup table and snagged the first two pink scrunches I could get. I grabbed my hairsbreadth, gathering one-half of it up into a pigtail, and wrapped it up with the stretchy band. In moments, my locks tumbled down to my shoulder joint in a fall of golden joy. I grabbed the other scrunchy and made my other bottom. I loved how it transformed my face. It made me look more like a cute, minuscule girl. Just the way Daddy liked to see me.

Wholesome.

innocent.

Not the sort who would deliver her virginity on a appointment with a boy.

I was perfect. With a giddy giggle, I darted to the door. I threw it receptive, my sock-covered feet whisking on the carpet. I scampered down the stairs, my chick flying about my thighs. My pigtails bounced with such playful delight. I reached the bottom of the stairs and burst 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 think ?"I asked."Is this more appropriate ? Huh, Daddy ?"

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

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

"He does know just,"I said.

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

I flounced to my begetter, my skirt swirling about my second joint. With boisterous energy, I threw myself onto his lap and straddled him. He groaned, his center flicking up and down my organic structure. My mammilla tingled, this naughty shiver dancing through me. I resisted the itch to giggle. I felt so puckish rightfulness now. I leaned in and gave my dad a quickly buss on the lips.

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

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

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

I bet he did. I bet he would 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 chairman wobbled. It creaked as his stage pulled in the extended part. His cheeks were red, his chest insurrection and falling in his chocolate-brown sweater. I turned around, wiggling my cute rump at him.

"See, pop,"I purred, flipping up my chick."I 'm not wearing that nasty G-string. I 'm wearing a right pair of panties."

"papa 's young woman,"he groaned, now sounding like someone strangled him.

What was wrong with my pappa ?

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

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

I threw a smell over my shoulder joint, my lower lip cushioning."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 delight at that. I spun around and bounced in place, my pigtails flying about my face. My nipples ached as my piffling bosom jiggled in my tight, white blouse. I clapped my mitt together as such delight squealed from my lips.

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

"daddy loves my new panties,"I purred.

"No, I do n't,"Daddy quickly said."I just ... thought they were more capture for her to wear on a date 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 middle on me. His cheeks were even carmine now. He shifted on the chair as he adjusted his pant. My eyes notice the with child bulge in the straw man of his khaki slacks. My cheeks blazed with heating system as a run lust formed cryptical inside of my virgin kitty-cat. pa was hard. He looked so big, straining the social movement of his trousers. My tongue flicked across my glossy lip as a shiver ran through my body.

"pop,"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 articulatio coxae undulated side to side. This wicked thrill ran through me. His eyes were locked on me, drinking in my youthful magical spell. 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 hands darting out from behind my back as they dove at his bulging crotch.

Before pop could terminate me, my mitt reached his bulging crotch. I shuddered as I felt his girth through his khaki slack water. A tingle raced out of my panties, electrifying my Virgo pussy. Jolts shot throughout my organic structure, caressing me and making me tremble in enraptured delight.

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

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

I do n't lie with how his solid paw did n't take over me before I had his belt undone and his pants unfastened. His zipper rasped as I pulled exposed his fly, revealing his plaid Boxer tented by his straining stopcock. His face was so red, his eyes bulging with alarm. He managed to snag my left wrist while my mighty manus darted into his underwear and pulled out his dick.

It was like the earthly concern froze as I saw my daddy 's cock for the low gear clip. It was so compact and long, his shot warm in my bridge player, pulsing with a metre. His heart measure. The tip ended at a pink, mushroom-shaped jacket, a little slit at the pinnacle beaded with a top liquid. Precum.

My tongue slid over my pink, glossy backtalk. A hunger ran through me. This desire to be such a good, trivial female child for my daddy consumed me. My head darted down, my blonde pigtails flying. I opened wide to engulf his dick. My lips about his treetop. I tasted salty precum.

I swallowed his dick.

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

His hand squeezed hard about my left wrist as my sassing sealed nasty around the tip of his gumshoe. I sucked on my first cock, my cheeks hollowing. My clapper explored around the diadem, feeling the squishy grain. His salty precum melted across my tongue, setting alive my taste buds. My Virgo the Virgin twat clenched, my juice soaking my naughty panty. My nipples ached against my blouse as dada growled out his pleasure.

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

"You 're going to get me in so much problem,"he growled, his left script grabbing my correctly pigtail."Your female parent 's in the kitchen. Oh, god, Brittany !"

The joy my daddy felt wind up me. I was pleasing him. I was making him feel so effective. This was wonderful. I sucked harder, making these risque slurping sounds. My dribble dribbled down his irradiation as I bobbed my head.

He let go of my entrust wrist joint to grab my early pigtail. Daddy gripped them both. He wrapped my lucky hair around his fingers. He growled, his vox so throaty. It made me so happy to delight him.

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

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

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

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

"Courtney ?"Daddy groaned, his grip relaxing on my pigtails. It allowed me to require more of his cock in my mouth. I slid my sassing down his length, loving him the entire way. His dick brushed the back of my pharynx. He twitched and throbbed in my mouth, feeling so marvellous. This naughty thrill ran through me. My cunt felt so juicy, soaking the privates of my wicked panties.

"You better rush up, Bretagne, your escort will probably be here soon,"Mom called. It sounded like she 'd headed back into the kitchen.

"What the shag ?"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 dad 's girl should. An incestuous delight rippled through me, my pussy clenching.

papa groaned as he shifted. He panted, his face twisting with pleasure. His dick twitched and throbbed in my mouth. The taste of his precum grew stronger and strong. That had to think something.

Was he about to cum ?

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

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

Daddy 's salty cum fired into my mouth.

"deglutition it all !"he snarled as spurt after spurt of his salty, luscious jizz filled my oral fissure. I gulped down the first mouthful, feeling it slide down to my belly."Be daddy 's sound young lady and live with 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-off 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 heavily, drawing out the go of his cum.

"Goddamn, Bretagne,"he panted."Oh, fucking, yes !"

I sucked one concluding time to induce indisputable I had every drop, then I popped my mouth off him. I straightened up, staring at him with feverish centre. Daddy, my kitty is all wet and itchy and ... and ... I need something. I need to ... I need to, cum, too !"

Daddy was on me in a news bulletin. I gasped as he seized my pelvis and pushed me down onto the lounge. He was like a maddened beast. I trembled as he buried his face between my second joint. My virgin flesh quivered as he thrust up my dame, exposing the light-blue panties.

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

"Brittany,"he growled, his digit hooking the girdle of my panties. A wild thrill seemed to race through me, a jar that I swear wire us both. I gasped, my kitty-cat clenching and my nipples throbbing. Then Daddy ripped off my panty. I gasped, my stage flying up into the air. They were pressed together by the kickshaw garment sliding up my alcoholic thigh, past my human knee, and then over my slender calves.

My pegleg fell apart, my shaved, virgin physical body exposed to my Daddy 's hungry gaze. His eyes locked right there, staring at me. My cheeks burned as he gripped my panties in his right hand. He rubbed the electrifying fabric up against my thighs as his helping hand slid tightlipped and stuffy to my pussy.

I whimpered."pop !"

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

His fount pressed into my shaved twat. I gasped, feeling the tincture of his hair against my medium flesh. It was a manly delight, his whiskers rubbing rough out across my delicate flesh. My toes curled. My pussy clenched, and then I gasped as his natural language flicked through my congregation. He caressed over my hymen, that thin tissue layer of skin that proved I was still a good girl. Then his tongue flicked my clit.

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

It was so much Sir Thomas More vivid than my own fumbling onanism. This was so much better than rubbing my febrile anatomy in the darkness of my chamber, imagining those ridiculous guys at my college like my escort, George. They were boy, not a man like my papa. I trembled as he licked again and again, lapping up my cream. I inhaled, smelling myself.

Daddy 's optic stared up my body, looking at my small knocker molded by the too-tight blouse I wore. My nipples ached and throbbed. I had to show them to him. Whimpering, my manus flew to the buttons of my blouse. They were humble and made of clear plastic. My ovolo pushed the first clit through its grommet, exposing more than of my skin.

I popped the second one through. The third one. I showed just a hint of my segmentation as Daddy 's knife lapped at my plication. He caressed me. He stroked my clit and teased my labia. My trunk shuddered as I undid the fourth button, only a few Thomas More remaining.

I pressed the fifth—

The buzzer rang, chimes resounding throughout the home. I shuddered and popped the fifth clitoris through the eyelet. My mother bustled out of the kitchen. She smiled at me as I undid the 6th button. She wiped her bridge player on a dish towel she carried. She reached the room access as I popped through the final button.

I ripped open my blouse as she opened the door.

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

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

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

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

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

As papa 's tumid helping hand engulfed my small breast, I glanced at my date. George was such a boy, skinny, a jerky grin on his cheek as he stared at me. I could only nod, whimpering ; my tooth clenched as Daddy sucked harder on my clit. I squirmed, this baseless warmth building and building inside of me. Daddy 's glossa lapped up my flooding juices as his finger and ovolo pinched my nipple.

"Oh, yes, pop !"I moaned.

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

He sat down beside me, wearing a decent, dismal shirt tucked into his jeans. He rubbed his work force on them, giving my papa and me a nervous nod.

George just sat there while a veridical man ate me out. My daddy loved me. My thigh clamped about my pa 's expression. I whimpered as he pinched and rolled my tit while his tongue darted around my clit. Every minute brought me secretive and faithful to an exploding orgasm. It was incredible. I was going to live such rapture. Such a wicked, wonderful joy. My back arched, the heat growing and growing inside of me.

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

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

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

I did n't care what George had to say. Mom droned on and on, chit-chatting with my day of the month while I could only savor pop 's thirsty back talk. His decently hand, holding my tingling panties against my inner second joint. He pressed the naughty cloth high-pitched up my leg. I groaned as he rubbed the framework into my juicy flesh and sucked on my clit. The pleasure was swelling and swelling inside of me. I could n't film much more of this.

pa was just amazing.

My eye squeezed shut as my pussy clenched tight. Every one of his sucks built and built the pressure inside of me. He twisted my nipple, adding jolts of rapture that shot down to my Virgin kitty. My toes curled. I squirmed against the couch, my pigtails dancing around my head. It was so a great deal. So wonderful.

"Daddy !"

I came.

dad gave me an coming that was so much Thomas More intense than masturbating. So much improve than stroking myself. Daddy rubbed my panties into the outer crimp of my convulsing kitty-cat. I writhed thick inside of me, aching to be filled. For my utter depths to be penetrated by a man.

By my daddy.

He sucked on my clitoris, growling around it like a hungry beast. Wave after wave 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 delight. My coming overwhelmed me. The bliss drowned my thoughts. My hand trembled. My exit hand darted out, brushing George III 's. I grasped my day of the month 's wrist as my pa made me cum.

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

"She 's my fiddling young woman,"pappa growled, lifting his face from my pussy.

I shuddered as my orgasmic rapture hit its peak. I hung there for a wonderful second before I floated down into buzzing bliss. I kept gripping George 's carpus, squeezing him as my moans grew sonant. I sucked in deep breathing spell, struggling to regain myself. Little moans and gentle sigh escape my back talk. I felt so dizzy. Almost dazed.

"Oh, papa, that was amazing."

daddy rose above me, staring down at me. I shuddered, witnessing his putz thrust out of the fly of his drop-off. He was so hard. He was in such need of being satiated.

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

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

"I 'm no-good, George,"I told my date."I just ca n't allow my daddy here with a hardon. You understand, right ?"

"Yeah,"he said."We still have clock time to make the film. Go ahead, take forethought of your daddy."

"good boy,"pappa grunted in approval."Brittany, I 've wanted you for so long. Goddamn, watching you educate 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 salutary girl."

"Your good young lady, Daddy,"I moaned, my free hand darting out to grab his shaft."I 'm ready. I 'm ready to give you my virginity. I saved it just for you, Daddy."

I held dad 's prick in my handwriting, feeling how warmly it was. He throbbed and pulsed, the beat of his passion pumping through his cinch. He stared down at me, this primeval growl growing and growing in his pharynx. I shuddered, gripping St. George 's wrist as I brought my pop closer and closer to my pussy.

I gasped at the incestuous middleman of Daddy 's cock against my virgin vulva. His tip brushed my clit before I slid him down my pussy lip. His growling grew louder and louder as I brought him towards the entry of my pussy. He could find my maidenhead, that cogent evidence that I was his thoroughly young woman. I quivered there, set up to be penetrated.

"I love you, Daddy !"I moaned.

"Bretagne !"Daddy growled and thrust.

My center widened as my hymen stretched and stretched. George VI winced as I gripped his wrist joint with a tight clench. I groaned, the pain growing. I knew losing my virginity would pain, but it would be so worth it to generate my daddy this natural endowment. I moaned through my clenched dentition as he kept pushing against my hymen.

My cherry popped.

I gasped as pappa plunged several inches into my deflowered profundity. My optic widened as he went deeper and cryptic. I could feel him reaching up inside of me. Our dead body 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 enjoyable massage of his dick against my juicy walls soothed away the momentaneous pain.

pa stared into my eyes.

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

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

"Oh, George V, I took every inch of my pa 's putz. Is n't that wonderful ?"

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

"Oh, stillness, let them delight themselves,"Mom said."Henry M. Robert, honey, make our daughter 's for the first time time magical."

"He is doing that, Mom,"I moaned as Daddy shifted his rosehip, stirring his shaft interior of me."Daddy !"

"Ready ?"he asked.

"Uh-huh,"I moaned and nodded.

It was so unbelievable as he drew back his hips. My naughty cunny clenched around his gumshoe. My deflower flesh clung to him. joy rippled through me. Every column inch of him moving through my pussycat gave me such enthral. I shuddered, my finger flexing. I gripped George 's with my left bridge player 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 heavy balls smacked my taint. My jackass clenched around them as a moving ridge of pleasure shot through me.

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

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

Daddy 's profound musket ball smacked into me again and again. They brimmed with his seed. I wanted that in me. No safety. No birth control. Just his incestuous passion mixed inside of me. It felt so right wing. My hips undulated, stirring my blue cunny around his thrusting peter. My button ached and throbbed, bursting with delight every time it rubbed against his pubic bone.

"Oh, Henry M. Robert, you 're making our footling girl feel so dependable,"Mom said."Is n't he, George VI ?"

"Yeah,"my date groaned, his vocalization 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 twat tight about his thick cock. I clenched my naughty trap. 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 integral body tensed. Daddy thrust faster. It was like he sensed my motive. He knew that I needed a bit Sir Thomas More friction to set off my fervour. I could experience the smoke rising. The kindling was about to catch.

I blazed.

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

Flames of rapture burned out of my pussy. heat swept through my body, setting my mind on flak. I gasped and moaned. superstar, little arc that flared and died, danced before my optic. My cunny spasmed and writhed about his dick plunging in and out of me. Every knife thrust sent more rapturous heat sweeping through me.

"Breiz,"daddy growled, slamming into me.

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

dad thrust into me, plowing into my spasming pussycat over and over. My cunt convulsed around his cock, welcoming him with every thrust. I was massaging it with my once-pure human body. I was savoring every plunge, every hard thrust of his pecker into me. The pleasance burned hotter and hotter interior of me. I whimpered, my impart hired man clutching on George I 's radiocarpal joint, feeling my particular date squirm beside me as my pop made me cum over and over again.

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

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

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

"I do, George."My pussy writhed about my daddy 's shaft."I do postulate my daddy 's cum in me. Please, please, give it to me, Daddy !"

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

I felt the first spirt of dada 's hot cum firing in my fertile depths.

My pussy writhed harder. An orgasm far more acute than the others, a firestorm of X, swept through me. My cunny milked my dada 's putz. I felt every clap of his incestuous seed into me. I gasped and moaned, the iniquity now devouring my imaginativeness. I squealed, unable to say words as this magical moment 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 tongue thrust into my mouth as my puss wrung his cock dry. He grunted while my joy peeked in me. I released George I 's wrist to hug my pappa tight. My fingernails scratched down his rachis, rasping against his shirt. He growled and then groaned as I drained him dry. I had every drop curtain in me. I was replete of his howling cum.

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

pa broke the osculation. He stared into my eyes."I love you, Brittany."

I rubbed my treat nose into his turgid one."I love you too, Daddy."Then I giggled."If you do n't get off of me, I ca n't exit on my engagement. George VI 's been pretty patient."

dad smiled."Yes, he has."

I shuddered as pappa pulled his putz out of my juicy cunny. I clenched tight, wanting to trap every drop of his incestuous semen in me. My custody darted out, snagging my panties away from his grip. He smiled at me.

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

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

As he put away his turncock, wet with my kitty pick, I drew my panty up past my knees and worked them up my thigh. A tingle raced down my wooden leg, making me quiver. I was so glad to be dada 's piddling 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 rest of the way. I felt the genitalia buttocks against my shaven pussy, making sure enough Daddy 's cum would be in me all throughout my date."I want to get household with enough prison term to draw love to you again, Daddy."

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

"Such a good girl,"Mom said as she rose from the couch."Robert, honey, I 'll have dinner party set in thirty minutes."smile, Mom headed towards the kitchen.

I stood up and get buttoning my blouse, my pigtails swaying about my berm. 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 ingest to wait until he got home tonight to take care of that. I certainly was n't going to give him anything. Not even a hand job. I was a expert girl. My hands, my rima oris, my cunt, and even my bunghole, were all Daddy's.

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

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

I bet I would. George II was a Nice boy. He felt prophylactic. Not one of those boys who would try to lead vantage of me. He understood that I would always be pa 's little girl.

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The figure who created the panty smiled.

His first gear Creation was a Brobdingnagian success. It was worth the wait for Brittany to finally put them on. He knew she would be forever happy. In nine calendar month, she would produce a baby. The first of the many tike she would take over her Daddy. One day, she would even get wed, but she would forever establish herself to her father. Her husband, maybe even this goat George V, would understand. He might be married to Brittany, but her body would forever belong to her daddy.

The figure brushed the adjacent pair of scanty with a single Bible printed across the rear in gold, sparkling letters : Bratty.

To be continued in the next tale of Mind-Controlling panty ...