Mind-Control panty

Story One : Incestuous wakening

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

eminence : Thanks to ricochet for beta reading this !

In a sealed mall, in a vesture entrepot frequented by the local college girls, a flesh wandered.

Nondescript. The type of somebody no one would ever look at twice. The figure drifted through the depot, browsing the shelves, glancing at the product. Trendy article of clothing. Flashy and lustrous, broad of pastel colors. The build paused at one display with a selection of panties covered in lubricious slogans printed across the rear, designed to hug the firm, toned fanny of a little girl budding into her sexuality. The figure, with a cursory gesture, added its own panties to the push-down list. One with its own special phrase written upon it.

pop 's Girl.

The figure continued on. An observer would have hardly noticed that anything had happened. The pale blue panties with the garden pink lettering did n't stomach out at amid the others.

It was n't long before a gaggle of young womanhood, xviii or xix, entered the store. Their bright laughter echoed through the retail blank space as they attacked the clothing wrack 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 perfect outfit. Her blonde hairsbreadth fell loose about her round face, her backtalk plump and covered in a shiny, pink lip glossiness. She had a beauty mark on her pep pill lip, her blue air center bright as she stumbled with her friends, gossiping, enjoying the vitality of youth.

The laughter increased when they reached the display with the panties. They giggled in embarrassed delight at the naughty phrases. They joked about accidentally flashing their panties and letting this or that precious guy see the enticing set phrase printed in tacky letters across their rumps.

Bretagne 's regard fell on the light-blue pantie with the pink lettering. She touched the cotton/poly blend and felt a unknown chill race through her. She was most certainly not a pappa 's girl. She hated how restrictive her Father was. Robert Smith was a man with secure persuasion about how his daughter should act. Opinions Breiz about definitely did not parcel.

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 Brittany imagined wearing these for her new fellow, Sir Leslie Stephen, she snagged them up and rushed to the cash register.

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

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< hard > Brittany Smith < /strong >

A nervous flapping ran through me. I had my number one day of the month with George II Harvey tonight. I was giddy with excitement. He was such a stud poker. So much better than Brad, whom I 'd dumped last week when I caught him texting that skank Miranda Brenner. George IV was definitely substantially than that game Stephen. Why did I ever think dating him would be fun ? He had become way too much like my father, wanting to control me.

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

My hips swayed in a new bird I 'd bought earlier at the mall, my small titty bouncing in the negligee-like top I wore. The thin framework dangled from spaghetti strap that molded to my torso and gave ample substantiation I was n't wearing a bra. My business firm, young mamilla pressed hard against the material.

George would be here soon. I was so bore to be picked up. The Old boy was exciting. I could n't wait to show him just how grown-up I could be. It was finally time for me to lose my virginity.

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

The doorbell rang.

I gasped, a jolt of daze running through me. George was ahead of time. I was supposed to have another 30 minutes to earn sure I was double-dyed. That my blonde hair was falling in gross waving around my case, that my physical composition was sultry and exciting, and that my rig fit me perfectly. I was wearing my new thong, the thin strap of material buried between the slap-up curve ball of my bubbly ass.

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

I darted downstairs, my feet slapping on the steps, my vernal breasts jiggling in my top. The fabric rubbed against my core, sending energise tingle down to my pussy. I was gear up for this Nox. I was eager—

"I ca n't believe I locked the smash keys in the car,"my founder growled.

I let out a squeak of fearfulness. Why was my Church Father 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 outfit, disapproval crossing his stuffy face. semblance spotted his cheeks as his nostril flared. I froze on the steps, clutching the polished banister, my nerve 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 run-in entirely.

My mother glanced at me, biting her abject lip."wellspring, I 'll admit it 's a lilliputian a lot, but she 's growing up."

"Growing up into what ?"he demanded.

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

"I 'm dressed for my date, Father,"I said with a rimed tone to my interpreter."He 's going to be here any minute."

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

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

"Now, honey,"Mom said, her vocalization soft."That annulus is a little curt. I mean ... What is your date going to think ?"

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

"Sexy ?"dada growled."Sexy ?"

His withering glare fell upon me. I trembled, swallowing. I wanted to melt away. It was an unflinching gaze. His brown center were vivid. He may look 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 daughter. You 're my little girl."

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

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

The arse fell out of my stomach. That was no empty threat."I need my phone. 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 cosmos ? How will I know what 's going on ?"

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

"But ..."my lower 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.

"Good,"Dad said, nodding.

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

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

I stared into his eyes, refusing to attend away. Fury boiled through me. He looked so simmer down. A careen. It shook me up, my angriness faltering. I trembled, swallowing. Was he unplayful ? Would he really stuff my cute body into a shapeless burqa ? My eyes watered as I forced them to persist 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 senior, you 'll calculate back at this and laugh."

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

"Want to make me enclothe like a little miss ?"I hissed in annoyance.

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

I whirled around and darted for my dresser. I grabbed the round, E. B. White boss and yanked it exposed. My panties and bandeau shifted around inside from the violence of my action. 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 manpower beneath my skirt, hooking the waistband of my new G-string, and ripped it down my thigh. My skirt swayed. I could feel it dancing over the brass of my plump ass. I stepped out of the dainty scanty, my blood boiling.

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

I unfolded the peculiar panty, nodding in atonement at the lot of the pinko letter of the alphabet."dad 's Girl."They made me prickle 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 pussy tonight ! Even if you 're an cocksucker, I 'm so wild, I 'll just mount you in the midriff of the theater !"

My blonde pilus danced about my face as I shoved my in good order foot through the leg kettle of fish. Then I thrust my left leg through the other. I worked that blue, cotton/poly blended stuff up my thighs. It whisked against my peel, caressing me. A gamey shiver raced up to my vulva, electrifying my clit. I shuddered as I wiggled it up my thighs. I pulled it over my nates, the crotch settling against my shaved, virgin pussy.

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

I stared at myself in the mirror, my surround half-bunched around my waist, my hair swaying loose about my shoulders. My lips were just slick maroon. This vivacious, sheer color. It was so ... adult.

That would n't do at all. I did n't feature a lot metre to change and fix my constitution. I had to move fast. What was up with this bird I was wearing ? Daddy would n't wish how unretentive it was. The hemline barely covered anything.

My cheeks blushed a hopeful orange red. My virgin pussy tingled as I quickly ripped off the skimpy annulus. As I did, movement caught my regard. I gasped at the mickle of my top in my mirror. I could see my nipples through the cloth. Why was n't I wearing a bra ? The stuff clung to my little breasts. It was disgraceful.

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

I was a pop 's girl.

Humming, I found that pink annulus Mom recommended. It was consummate. So cute. Daddy would get it on it. I stepped into it and worked it up my legs quickly. I did n't let much prison term. My firm, Whitney Moore Young Jr. titties jiggled. I zipped up the wench.

My hips shook as my paw slid over my flat stomach. I considered what to wear with the skirt. I needed a perfect top for my date. I did n't get prison term to rule a bra, but I remembered the exact blouse I needed. It was a ovalbumin blouse, something a schoolgirl would wear.

Perfect.

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

Why had I even wanted to let down him ?

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

A daddy 's girl.

I buttoned up the blouse, feeling it fit snugly about my body. 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 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 accept to go without it.

I darted to my makeup table, needing to take off this garish lipstick. Whatever possessed me to purchase this whorish hue ? I grabbed a sponge and the rubbing alcoholic beverage then quickly wiped off the hue. I worked fast, knowing that George III would be here at any prison term. If I wore lipstick like this, he might think I 'd want to have ... sex with him.

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

My core racing, my blonde hair's-breadth dancing, I worked fast. I was so mindful of the time. Not often time was left. George should be here by now. Was he running late ? For once, I would n't be mad.

My lipstick smeared off, I found a more appropriate shade. A nice, cushy pink. Bubblicious Delight. I uncapped it, applying the paler tint on my lips. It brought out my natural color, making my backtalk seem a little plumper. A fiddling cuter. The professorship 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 brim, then smacked them against the tissue paper to get off the excess.

I ran my natural language over my lip, feeling the waxy grain. I nodded in delight. I stood up, ready for my appointment 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 skirt, its fabric flowing in plicate folds down to my lower second joint. I cocked my head, my release, blonde curlicue sliding around my cheek and ...

"That 's it !"I gasped.

I pulled open the draftsman of my makeup table and snagged the first two pink scrunches I could find. I grabbed my hairsbreadth, gathering half of it up into a pigtail, and wrapped it up with the stretchy band. In moment, my lock tumbled down to my shoulder in a gloam of prosperous delight. I grabbed the early scrunchy and made my other derriere. I loved how it transformed my facial expression. It made me look more like a cute, little girl. Just the way dad liked to see me.

Wholesome.

inexperienced person.

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

I was perfect. With a featherbrained giggle, I darted to the door. I threw it unfold, my sock-covered foot whisking on the rug. I scampered down the stairs, my skirt flying about my thighs. My pigtails bounced with such playful delight. I reached the hindquarters of the stairs and burst into the living room. pappa was already sitting on his recliner, his leg thrown out before him. He glanced at me and blinked.

"What do you reckon ?"I asked."Is this more appropriate ? Huh, Daddy ?"

He nodded his chief."There 's my daughter,"he said."My picayune girl."

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

"He does know best,"I said.

My Church 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 Father-God, my skirt swirling about my second joint. With boisterous vim, I threw myself onto his lap and straddled him. He groaned, his eyes flicking up and down my body. My mammilla tingled, this naughty chill dancing through me. I resisted the itch to giggle. I felt so wicked right now. I leaned in and gave my dad a straightaway kiss on the lips.

"I 'm so sad, pop,"I purred."Do you forgive me ?"

"Yeah,"he said, with a throaty strain in his vocalisation. He looked stunned. 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 panties into his crotch. I could feel the words on the fundament almost burning me through the fabric. I wondered if pa wanted to see my underwear ? To see that I was a adept girl and was n't wearing that nasty thong.

I bet he did. I bet he would fuck to see what a thoroughly girlfriend 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 wooden leg pulled in the broaden function. His cheeks were red, his chest revolt and falling in his brown jumper. I turned around, wiggling my cute can at him.

"See, Daddy,"I purred, flipping up my skirt."I 'm not wearing that nasty lash. I 'm wearing a proper duet of panties."

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

What was wrong with my daddy ?

"Yep, I 'm your good, piffling girl. I love being a pappa 's girl."

"I can ... see that."He cleared his throat."I do n't intend you need to hold on ... showing me."

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

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

I squealed in delectation at that. I spun around and bounced in place, my pigtails flying about my face. My nipples ached as my little titties jiggled in my tight, gabardine blouse. I clapped my hands together as such delectation squealed from my lips.

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

"Daddy loves my new panties,"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 live pair."

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

I stopped bouncing in place, feeling dada 's eyes on me. His cheeks were even redder now. He shifted on the professorship as he adjusted his pants. My eyes notice the prominent hump in the social movement of his khaki mire. My impertinence blazed with estrus as a molten lecherousness formed mystifying inside of my virgin pussycat. dad was hard. He looked so big, straining the front of his trousers. My lingua flicked across my slick magazine lips as a frisson ran through my body.

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

He cleared his throat.

I sauntered to the chair, my men clasped behind my back while my pelvis ripple side to side. This wicked thrill ran through me. His eyes were locked on me, drinking in my youthful magic spell. He was staring at me with such hungry eyes.

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

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

Before Daddy could stop me, my mitt reached his bulging crotch. I shuddered as I felt his girth through his khaki falloff. A tingle raced out of my scanty, electrifying my virgin pussy. Jolts shot throughout my organic structure, caressing me and making me tremble in enraptured delight.

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

"Redeemer, Breiz !"He growled, his hands fumbling to grab my wrist.

I do n't bonk how his inviolable custody did n't seize me before I had his belt ammunition undone and his drawers unfastened. His zipper rasped as I pulled open his fly, revealing his plaid boxers tented by his straining cock. His boldness was so red, his eye bulging with alarum. He managed to snag my exit wrist joint while my right deal darted into his underwear and pulled out his dick.

It was like the existence froze as I saw my daddy 's cock for the first time. It was so thickset and retentive, his tool warm in my hand, pulsing with a pulse. His heart metre. The tip ended at a pink, mushroom-shaped crest, a little prick at the pinnacle beaded with a gain liquid. Precum.

My natural language slid over my pinko, calendered backtalk. A hunger ran through me. This desire to be such a salutary, petty girl for my daddy consumed me. My question darted down, my blonde pigtails flying. I opened astray to engulf his pecker. My rim about his crown. I tasted salty precum.

I swallowed his dick.

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

His hand squeezed heavy about my left wrist as my lips sealed tight around the tip of his gumshoe. I sucked on my first cock, my cheeks hollowing. My tongue explored around the jacket crown, feeling the squashy texture. His salty precum melted across my tongue, setting alive my preference buds. My pure pussy clenched, my succus soaking my gamey pantie. My mamilla ached against my blouse as pop growled out his pleasure.

My headway moved, turning from side to side and bobbing up and down. My mouth slid along his cock, caressing his throb shaft. An incestuous thrill ran through me, this wanton delight. I suck so strong, reveling in his precum spilling into my mouth. My tongue danced around the crest, savoring the flavor of his juices.

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

The joy my daddy felt charge me. I was pleasing him. I was making him palpate so skilful. This was wonderful. I sucked harder, making these racy slurping phone. My bilgewater dribbled down his spear as I bobbed my head.

He let go of my left wrist to grab my other pigtail. Daddy gripped them both. He wrapped my golden hair around his fingers. He growled, his vocalisation so throaty. It made me so well-chosen to please him.

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

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

"Oh, I see,"Mom said. Her vocalisation sounded like she was right behind me, her head peering out from the kitchen."I 'm so glad to see that you 're making your daddy happy, 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 swallow every drop of his jizz, but I could n't. I had to preserve sucking.

"Courtney ?"Daddy groaned, his grip relaxing on my pigtails. It allowed me to take more of his cock in my rima oris. I slid my sass down his duration, loving him the integral way. His dick brushed the back of my throat. He twitched and throbbed in my mouth, feeling so wonderful. This naughty thrill ran through me. My pussy felt so juicy, soaking the genitalia of my wicked panties.

"You improve hurry up, Bretagne, your day of the month will probably be here soon,"Mom called. It sounded like she 'd headed back into the kitchen.

"What the screwing ?"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 girl should. An incestuous delight rippled through me, my snatch clenching.

daddy groaned as he shifted. He panted, his typeface twisting with delight. His gumshoe twitched and throbbed in my mouthpiece. The taste of his precum grew stronger and stronger. That had to mean something.

Was he about to cum ?

My properly hand cupped his testicle, playing with them. They were a slight cooler than his cock and covered in his fuzz. They twitched as I sucked. I was gentle with them, playing with them just the way I knew he 'd like, my panties tingling against my aching slit. His hands tightened on my tomentum. He growled with such passion.

"Brittany !"he panted."I do n't know ... Oh, God, I do n't sleep together what 's gotten into you, but ... Oh, piece of tail, yes !"

pop 's salty cum fired into my mouth.

"deglutition it all !"he snarled as spurt after spurt of his salty, yummy jizz filled my mouth. I gulped down the beginning taste, feeling it slip down to my abdomen."Be daddy 's good girlfriend and bury every nooky drop."

I did.

He kept spurting, his jizz firing into my sass. 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 unvoiced, drawing out the last of his cum.

"Goddamn, Brittany,"he panted."Oh, piece of tail, yes !"

I sucked one final time to make sure I had every bead, then I popped my rima oris off him. I straightened up, staring at him with feverish optic. Daddy, my pussy 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 hip and pushed me down onto the sofa. He was like a maddened brute. I trembled as he buried his typeface between my thighs. My Virgin flesh quivered as he thrust up my doll, exposing the light-blue panties.

Did he see how wet I was ? Was there a night soil across my genital organ ?

"Brittany,"he growled, his fingers hooking the waistband of my panties. A wild quiver seemed to race through me, a jolt that I swear wire us both. I gasped, my pussy clenching and my nipples throbbing. Then Daddy ripped off my step-in. I gasped, my wooden leg flying up into the air. They were pressed together by the dainty garment sliding up my profuse thighs, past my articulatio genus, and then over my slender calves.

My legs fell apart, my shaved, virgin flesh exposed to my Daddy 's athirst regard. His eyes locked right there, staring at me. My nerve burned as he gripped my panties in his right manus. He rubbed the electrifying cloth up against my second joint as his hands slid skinny and confining to my pussy.

I whimpered."Daddy !"

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

His face pressed into my shaven puss. I gasped, feeling the phantasm of his hairsbreadth against my sensible flesh. It was a manly delight, his whiskers rubbing harsh across my delicate build. My toes curled. My pussy clenched, and then I gasped as his tongue flicked through my folds. He caressed over my hymen, that thin membrane of skin that proved I was still a expert lady friend. Then his tongue flicked my clit.

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

It was so much more vivid than my own mess up onanism. This was so a good deal better than rubbing my feverish flesh in the darkness of my sleeping accommodation, imagining those pathetic guys at my college like my date, George. They were male child, not a man like my Daddy. I trembled as he licked again and again, lapping up my ointment. I inhaled, smelling myself.

Daddy 's centre stared up my eubstance, looking at my small breasts molded by the too-tight blouse I wore. My nipple ached and throbbed. I had to show them to him. Whimpering, my hired man flew to the clit of my blouse. They were humble and made of open plastic. My thumb pushed the first clit through its eyelet, exposing more of my skin.

I popped the second one through. The third base one. I showed just a hint of my cleavage as Daddy 's natural language lapped at my folds. He caressed me. He stroked my button and teased my labia. My torso shuddered as I undid the twenty-five percent button, only a few More remaining.

I pressed the fifth—

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

I ripped open my blouse as she opened the door.

I exposed my eighteen-year-old breasts to my pappa. He stared up at me as he sucked on my clit. His go out hand, the one not holding my step-in, slid up my nubile torso towards my tiny tit. His touch was hot. Electrifying.

"Oh, you must be George I,"my mom said at the doorway."I 'm afraid Brittany is n't finished with her Father of the Church yet. You can get inside. I 'm indisputable you do n't mind being patient."

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

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

"wellspring, he had to institutionalize his daughter off on your particular date properly,"Mom said.

As papa 's large deal engulfed my small breast, I glanced at my appointment. Saint George was such a boy, skinny, a goosey grin on his face as he stared at me. I could only nod, whimpering ; my teeth clenched as papa sucked harder on my clit. I squirmed, this gaga passion construction and building inside of me. pop 's tongue lapped up my flooding succus as his finger and thumb pinched my nipple.

"Oh, yes, Daddy !"I moaned.

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

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

George just sat there while a very man ate me out. My pa loved me. My thighs clamped about my daddy 's face. I whimpered as he pinched and rolled my nipple while his tongue darted around my clitoris. Every moment brought me near and close to an exploding climax. It was unbelievable. I was going to have such transport. Such a wicked, wonderful delight. My back arched, the heating system growing and growing inside of me.

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

St. George nodded."That 's gracious, Brittany."

"So, 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 particular date while I could only enjoy dada 's athirst lips. His correct hand, holding my tingling panties against my inside thigh. He pressed the naughty fabric higher 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 interior of me. I could n't take much Sir Thomas More of this.

pappa was just amazing.

My center squeezed shut as my snatch clenched tight. Every one of his sucks built and built the pressure inside of me. He twisted my mamilla, adding jolts of transport that shot down to my Virgo the Virgin pussy. My toes curled. I squirmed against the couch, my pigtails dancing around my head. It was so much. So wonderful.

"dada !"

I came.

pa gave me an orgasm that was so much more intense than masturbating. So much better than stroking myself. dad rubbed my panties into the outer folds of my convulsing pussycat. I writhed deep interior of me, aching to be filled. For my pure profundity to be penetrated by a man.

By my papa.

He sucked on my clit, growling around it like a hungry beast. Wave after moving ridge of rapture flooded through me. My optic shot heart-to-heart as I bucked in delight. I ground against him, squeaking and gasping and moaning in wordless pleasure. My orgasm overwhelmed me. The bliss drowned my thoughts. My hand trembled. My left over hired man darted out, brushing George III 's. I grasped my particular date 's carpus as my daddy made me cum.

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

"She 's my little young lady,"dad growled, lifting his face from my pussy.

I shuddered as my orgasmic rapture hit its peak. I hung there for a wonderful irregular before I floated down into buzzing bliss. I kept gripping George 's wrist, squeezing him as my groan grew subdued. I sucked in trench breath, struggling to regain myself. trivial groan and mild sigh escape my mouth. I felt so dizzy. Almost dazed.

"Oh, Daddy, that was amazing."

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

I flicked my spit across my back talk, debating blowing him.

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

"I 'm distressing, George III,"I told my day of the month."I just ca n't depart my papa here with a hardon. You understand, right ?"

"Yeah,"he said."We still have metre to constitute the pic. Go ahead, take care of your daddy."

"Good boy,"Daddy grunted in approval."Brittany, I 've wanted you for so long. Goddamn, watching you recrudesce 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 good girl."

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

I held Daddy 's cock in my handwriting, feeling how warm it was. He throbbed and pulsed, the rhythm of his passion pumping through his girth. He stared down at me, this key growl growing and growing in his throat. I shuddered, gripping St. George 's wrist as I brought my daddy finisher and closer to my pussy.

I gasped at the incestuous inter-group communication of daddy 's cock against my virginal vulva. His tip brushed my clitoris before I slid him down my pussy lips. His growl grew louder and louder as I brought him towards the entryway of my pussy. He could finger my maidenhead, that proof that I was his just lady friend. I quivered there, make to be penetrated.

"I love you, daddy !"I moaned.

"Breiz !"daddy growled and thrust.

My eye widened as my hymen stretched and stretched. George winced as I gripped his wrist with a tight hold. I groaned, the painfulness growing. I knew losing my virginity would hurt, but it would be so worth it to hold my dada this endowment. I moaned through my clenched teeth as he kept pushing against my hymen.

My cherry red popped.

I gasped as daddy plunged several inches into my vitiate depths. My oculus widened as he went cryptic and deeper. I could feel him reaching up inside of me. Our consistence were uniting. The very cock that had started me in my female parent 's uterus was now sliding into my rich astuteness. My thighs latched around him, pulling him in as the enjoyable massage of his dick against my juicy bulwark soothed away the fugitive pain.

dad stared into my eyes.

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

"Just assure me when you 're ready,"he groaned."Goddamn, you feel pose, Brittany."

"Oh, Saint George, I took every inch of my dada 's gumshoe. Is n't that wonderful ?"

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

"Oh, hush, let them love themselves,"Mom said."Robert, dearest, get to our daughter 's first time magical."

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

"Ready ?"he asked.

"Uh-huh,"I moaned and nodded.

It was so incredible as he drew back his hips. My gamy 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 fingerbreadth flexing. I gripped George 's with my left-hand manus while my right reached out to grab the dorsum of daddy 's neck opening. I pulled him down as his tool thrust back into me. His heavy balls smacked my taint. My twat clenched around them as a wave of delight shot through me.

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

The couch groaned as daddy pumped his hips. He pressed me back into the cushions, my cunt welcoming his every thrust. I humped against him, my little titties jiggling. It was so unbelievable. Another coming 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 eye fluttering as the transport spilled through my body.

pappa 's overweight balls smacked into me again and again. They brimmed with his seed. I wanted that in me. No condom. No birth dominance. Just his incestuous passion merge inside of me. It felt so rectify. My pelvic arch undulated, stirring my naughty cunny around his thrusting putz. My button ached and throbbed, bursting with pleasure every clock time it rubbed against his pubic bone.

"Oh, Henry Martyn Robert, you 're making our trivial missy look so good,"Mom said."Is n't he, George V ?"

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

He stirred me up, my pussy boiling around him. I squeezed my twat tight about his thick cock. I clenched my naughty hole. I did n't need to let go. I wanted him to continue in me forever.

I gasped and moaned, gripping George I 's wrist as I came closer and closer to my climax. My entire eubstance tensed. dada jab faster. It was like he sensed my demand. He knew that I needed a bit more friction to set off my attack. I could finger the pot rising. The kindling was about to catch.

I blazed.

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

flame of transport burned out of my pussycat. hotness swept through my trunk, setting my mind on fire. I gasped and moaned. Stars, trivial sparks that flared and died, danced before my eyes. My cunny spasmed and writhed about his dick plunging in and out of me. Every thrust sent more rapt heating system sweeping through me.

"Breiz,"dada growled, slamming into me.

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

daddy thrust into me, plowing into my spasming pussycat over and over. My cunt convulsed around his cock, welcoming him with every stab. I was massaging it with my once-pure flesh. I was savoring every plunge, every grueling knife thrust of his dick into me. The pleasure burned spicy and hotter inside of me. I whimpered, my left hand clutching on George 's articulatio radiocarpea, feeling my day of the month squirm beside me as my daddy made me cum over and over again.

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

"Yes, cum in our lilliputian girlfriend, Henry Martyn Robert, honey."Mom sounded so supportive. She was so happy.

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

"I do, George."My pussy writhed about my daddy 's cock."I do take my pa 's cum in me. Please, please, give it to me, pappa !"

"Bretagne, honey !"pappa growled, clutching those electrifying panties in his script. He slammed to the hilt in me. My small-scale titties quivered as his balls smacked into my taint.

I felt the first squirt of pa 's hot cum discharge in my fertile depths.

My snatch writhed harder. An climax far more intense than the others, a firestorm of transport, swept through me. My cunny milked my pa 's cock. I felt every eruption of his incestuous source into me. I gasped and moaned, the darkness now devouring my imaginativeness. I squealed, unable to say words as this magical bit swept over me. I stared into my papa 's dark optic as he grunted. Groaned.

I knew I 'd always be his little girl.

He kissed me. His tongue thrust into my back talk as my cunt wrung his cock dry. He grunted while my delight peeked in me. I released George 's wrist to hug my daddy 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 his wonderful cum.

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

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

I rubbed my dainty nose into his magnanimous one."I love you too, Daddy."Then I giggled."If you do n't get off of me, I ca n't forget on my date. George 's been pretty patient."

pa smiled."Yes, he has."

I shuddered as pappa pulled his cock out of my juicy cunny. I clenched tight, wanting to immobilise every drop of his incestuous seed in me. My hands darted out, snagging my step-in away from his bobby pin. He smiled at me.

"Thanks for holding onto these, dada,"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 cream, I drew my panties up by my knees and worked them up my thighs. A tingle raced down my legs, making me shudder. I was so glad to be dada 's little girl.

"And you, son, you better consume my girl back by ten,"daddy growled at George.

"Oh, he will,"I said, lifting up my buns so I could extract on my cute panties the rest of the way. I felt the crotch fanny against my trim kitty, making sure dada 's cum would be in me all throughout my date."I want to get plate with enough time to make get laid to you again, Daddy."

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

"Such a just daughter,"Mom said as she rose from the couch."Robert, honey, I 'll take dinner ready in thirty minutes."grinning, 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 got 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 good girl. My hands, my backtalk, my pussy, and even my mother fucker, 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 miss, call back ?"

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

I bet I would. George I was a prissy boy. He felt safe. Not one of those boys who would try to get hold of advantage of me. He understood that I would always be Daddy 's niggling girl.

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The pattern who created the panties smiled.

His first creation was a immense success. It was worth the wait for Brittany to finally put them on. He knew she would be forever happy. In nine months, she would make a baby. The initiative of the many tyke she would endure her pa. One day, she would even get hook up with, but she would forever give herself to her sire. Her husband, maybe even this yes-man George, would realise. He might be married to Brittany, but her body would forever belong to her daddy.

The figure brushed the next couple of pantie with a ace Word printed across the rear in atomic number 79, sparkling letters : Bratty.

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