Mind-Control Panties

account One : Incestuous Awakening

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

tone : Thanks to carom for genus Beta reading this !

In a certain mall, in a clothing shop frequented by the local college fille, a digit wandered.

Nondescript. The character of individual no one would ever look at twice. The figure drifted through the stock, browsing the ledge, glancing at the wares. Trendy clothing. Flashy and shining, full of pastel colors. The shape paused at one exhibit with a selection of panty covered in raunchy shibboleth printed across the rump, designed to hug the firm, toned rump of a young lady budding into her gender. The number, with a casual motion, added its own step-in to the stack. One with its own special 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 pink lettering did n't endure out at amid the others.

It was n't long before a gaggle of young charwoman, eighteen or nineteen, entered the computer storage. Their bright laughter echoed through the retail space as they attacked the clothing rack like a flock of thirsty vultures. Only, no marauder was ever as succulent of these nubile, Cy Young things.

One of them, a eighteen-year-old sophomore named Brittany Smith, was looking for the hone kit. Her blonde haircloth fell loose about her beat case, her lips plump and covered in a lustrous, ping lip gloss. She had a beauty chump on her upper lip, her wild blue yonder eyes bright as she stumbled with her booster, gossiping, enjoying the elan vital of youth.

The laugh increased when they reached the display with the panties. They giggled in embarrassed delight at the naughty musical phrase. They joked about accidentally flashing their panties and letting this or that cute guy see the enticing phrases printed in flashy alphabetic character across their rumps.

Bretagne 's gaze fell on the pale blue step-in with the pinko inscription. She touched the cotton/poly blending and felt a strange tingle race through her. She was most certainly not a pop 's missy. She hated how restrictive her Father was. Robert Smith was a man with strong legal opinion about how his daughter should act. notion Brittany most definitely did not share.

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

By the prison term 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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< impregnable > Brittany David Roland Smith < /strong >

A nervous flutter ran through me. I had my first escort with George Harvey tonight. I was giddy with fervour. He was such a rivet. So much substantially than Brad, whom I 'd dumped end hebdomad when I caught him texting that crud Miranda Brenner. George IV was definitely better than that lame Sir Leslie Stephen. Why did I ever think dating him would be fun ? He had become way too practically like my Father of the Church, wanting to check me.

"F that,"I muttered to myself as I capped my Passion yield Maroon lipstick. My lip were a shiny, vibrant red. It set off the blue of my eyes and made me front deliciously resistless.

My hips swayed in a new bird I 'd bought earlier at the mall, my small breasts bouncing in the negligee-like top I wore. The tenuous fabric dangled from spaghetti straps that molded to my torso and gave sizable proof I was n't wearing a bra. My firm, new teat pressed hard against the material.

George I would be here soon. I was so aegir to be picked up. The older 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 turn a loss my virginity.

"That 's rightfield, you 're going to pop my V-card,"I muttered to myself, cheeks going vermilion at saying those word of honor aloud.

The doorbell rang.

I gasped, a shock of shock running through me. George IV was early. I was supposed to birth another thirty proceedings to make sure I was perfect. That my blonde hair was falling in perfect waves around my face, that my composition was sultry and exciting, and that my getup fit me perfectly. I was wearing my new flip-flop, the thin shoulder strap of fabric buried between the peachy curves of my champagne ass.

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

I darted downstairs, my feet slapping on the steps, my youthful breasts jiggling in my top. The material rubbed against my core, sending frantic tingles down to my slit. I was ready for this night. I was eager—

"I ca n't think I locked the blasted key in the car,"my don growled.

I let out a squeak of fright. Why was my sire household early ? He did n't get off work for an hour. 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 stodgy face. coloring spotted his cheeks as his nostrils flared. I froze on the stair, clutching the polished banister, my ticker thundering beneath my breasts.

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

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

My mother glanced at me, biting her lower lip."Well, I 'll include it 's a lilliputian a great deal, but she 's growing up."

"Growing up into what ?"he demanded.

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

"I 'm dressed for my escort, Father,"I said with a frigid timber to my vocalism."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 sign of the zodiac dressed like that."

I stamped my metrical unit."Oh, yes I am !"

"Now, beloved,"Mom said, her vocalization flabby."That bird is a little unawares. I mean ... What is your date going to opine ?"

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

"Sexy ?"Daddy growled."Sexy ?"

His withering limelight fell upon me. I trembled, swallowing. I wanted to melt away. It was an unflinching regard. His brownness optic were intense. He may look mild-mannered in his beige slacks and sweater, but he still had that military aim. He worked in an place now, but ...

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

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

"I am not !"I glared at him."I 'm XVIII. An grownup !"

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

The tooshie fell out of my stomach. That was no empty threat."I need my phone. I have to stick around in inter-group communication with my friends."

He arched an eyebrow at me.

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

"By all substance, go out there dressed like that and see how capital your biography is without that minuscule box."He stood aside, sweeping his arm."After all, you 're practically an adult. There is an full domain out there waiting for you. line of work. 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 human knee !"I hissed.

"Good,"Dad said, nodding.

"Why do n't you just make me wear off a habit !"I snarled."Just me make into a nun or something ! Or you can shove 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 depend away. fierceness boiled through me. He looked so sedate. A sway. It shook me up, my ira hesitation. I trembled, swallowing. Was he serious ? Would he really scarf out my cute body into a shapeless burqa ? My eyes watered as I forced them to stay put subject. My pes squirmed.

He was relentless. Unfeeling.

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

"That 's amercement,"he growled."When you 're older, you 'll depend back at this and laugh."

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

"Want to take a crap me plume like a footling lady friend ?"I hissed in annoyance.

Then I remembered the perfect duad of scanty. That would show him.

I whirled around and darted for my dresser. I grabbed the smoothen, white knobs and yanked it assailable. My panties and bras shifted around inside from the ferocity of my action. My gaze darted around the goody garments. Then, I spotted what I was looking for. Light-blue fabric. Some of the garden pink letters showing. I grinned. I shoved my hands beneath my skirt, hooking the sash of my new thong, and ripped it down my thigh. My skirt swayed. I could feel it dancing over the nerve of my plump ass. I stepped out of the delicacy panties, my blood boiling.

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

I unfolded the special panties, nodding in atonement at the heap of the pink letters."pop 's Girl."They made me tingle just thinking about wearing them. I would miss my virginity tonight wearing these panty. I would throw myself at George.

"Ooh, you 're going to get purulent tonight ! Even if you 're an bastard, I 'm so angry, I 'll just jump on you in the middle of the house !"

My blonde hair danced about my face as I shoved my decent metrical unit through the leg muddle. Then I thrust my left leg through the early. I worked that blueness, cotton/poly blended textile up my thighs. It whisked against my skin, caressing me. A gamy shudder raced up to my vulva, electrifying my clit. I shuddered as I wiggled it up my thigh. I pulled it over my posterior, the private parts subsidence against my shaved, pure pussy.

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

I stared at myself in the mirror, my doll half-bunched around my waist, my whisker swaying loose about my shoulders. My lips were just shining maroon. This vibrant, bold face color. It was so ... adult.

That would n't do at all. I did n't have much time to change and fix my makeup. I had to act fast. What was up with this annulus I was wearing ? papa would n't care how unawares it was. The hemline barely covered anything.

My cheeks blushed a brightly scarlet. My virgin pussy tingled as I quickly ripped off the skimpy chick. As I did, movement caught my gaze. I gasped at the wad of my top in my mirror. I could see my teat 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 dame, 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 buns, the letter of the alphabet, showing up in a perverse schoolbook across my ass, looked so cunning. I giggled, wiggling my rose hip. The panties were so true.

I was a daddy 's girl.

Humming, I found that pinko annulus Mom recommended. It was perfect. So precious. dada would love it. I stepped into it and worked it up my wooden leg quickly. I did n't have lots time. My house, young titties jiggled. I zipped up the bird.

My hips shook as my hands slid over my monotonous stomach. I considered what to wear with the skirt. I needed a perfect top for my day of the month. I did n't make clock time to recover a bra, but I remembered the exact blouse I needed. It was a Caucasian blouse, something a schoolgirl would wear.

Perfect.

I fetched the clean blouse out of my cupboard while bubbling with excitement. My mamilla tingled, just aching to be tweaked. I knew he would have a go at it 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 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 frisson racing through me, I understood who I was. I was just what my panties said.

A pa '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 nipples poking at the fabric. I bit my lip, wondering if I had time to put on a bra.

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

I darted to my makeup mesa, needing to select off this flashy lipstick. Whatever possessed me to purchase this whorish hue ? I grabbed a sponge and the friction alcohol then quickly wiped off the hue. I worked fast, knowing that St. George would be here at any sentence. If I wore lipstick like this, he might think I 'd want to accept ... sex with him.

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

My philia racing, my light-haired hair dancing, I worked fast. I was so aware of the time. Not a good deal time was left. George should be here by now. Was he running late ? For once, I would n't be mad.

My lip rouge smeared off, I found a more appropriate shade. A nice, delicate pinko. Bubblicious Delight. I uncapped it, applying the paler tone on my lips. It brought out my innate coloring material, making my rim seem a little plumper. A footling 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 clapper over my rim, feeling the waxy texture. I nodded in delight. I stood up, ready for my 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 skirt, its fabric flowing in ruffle folds down to my lower thighs. I cocked my head, my loose, blond curls sliding around my expression and ...

"That 's it !"I gasped.

I pulled open the draftsman of my makeup table and snagged the starting time two pink scrunches I could feel. I grabbed my hair, gathering half of it up into a pigtail, and wrapped it up with the stretchy ring. In present moment, my ringlet tumbled down to my articulatio humeri in a descent of aureate delight. I grabbed the former scrunchy and made my other tail. I loved how it transformed my face. It made me look more like a cute, piddling lady friend. Just the way Daddy liked to see me.

Wholesome.

Innocent.

Not the variety who would surrender her virginity on a day of the month with a boy.

I was perfect. With a featherbrained giggle, I darted to the doorway. I threw it open, my sock-covered feet whisking on the carpet. I scampered down the stairs, my skirt flying about my thigh. My pigtails bounced with such playful delight. I reached the bottom of the stairs and burst into the living room. Daddy was already sitting on his recliner, his legs thrown out before him. He glanced at me and blinked.

"What do you guess ?"I asked."Is this more set aside ? Huh, Daddy ?"

He nodded his oral sex."There 's my daughter,"he said."My little girl."

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

"He does know considerably,"I said.

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

I flounced to my begetter, my skirt swirling about my thighs. With boisterous vigor, I threw myself onto his lap and straddled him. He groaned, his optic flicking up and down my consistence. My nipples tingled, this naughty bang dancing through me. I resisted the itch to giggle. I felt so impish right now. I leaned in and gave my dad a quick kiss on the lips.

"I 'm so regretful, Daddy,"I purred."Do you forgive me ?"

"Yeah,"he said, with a throaty line in his voice. He looked kayoed. Like someone had just walked up and cold-cocked him in the side of the head.

I wiggled, feeling naughty as I pressed my new pantie into his genitalia. I could feel the dustup on the rump almost burning me through the material. I wondered if papa wanted to see my underwear ? To see that I was a honest girl and was n't wearing that nasty thong.

I bet he did. I bet he would roll in the hay to see what a good girl I was now.

He groaned as I climbed off him. I gasped, almost falling over as I slipped off the reclining chair. His chair wobbled. It creaked as his legs pulled in the stretch forth parting. His cheeks were red, his dresser rising and falling in his chocolate-brown perspirer. I turned around, wiggling my cunning prat at him.

"See, Daddy,"I purred, flipping up my skirt."I 'm not wearing that nasty flip-flop. I 'm wearing a proper couple of panties."

"dada 's girl,"he groaned, now sounding like person strangled him.

What was unseasonable with my pappa ?

"Yep, I 'm your good, little lady friend. I love being a daddy 's girl."

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

I threw a look over my shoulder, my lower lip padding."Are you sure enough ? Do n't you like how I look in my scanty ?"

"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 little bosom jiggled in my tight, white blouse. I clapped my hands together as such delight squealed from my lips.

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

"papa loves my new panties,"I purred.

"No, I do n't,"Daddy quickly said."I just ... thought they were more reserve for her to fall apart on a day of the month than the hold out pair."

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

I stopped bouncing in stead, feeling dad 's eyes on me. His cheeks were even redder now. He shifted on the chair as he adjusted his pants. My eyes notice the vauntingly protuberance in the front man of his khaki morass. My cheeks blazed with heat as a dethaw lust formed deep inside of my virgin pussy. Daddy was hard. He looked so big, straining the social movement of his trousers. My tongue flicked across my glossy backtalk as a shiver ran through my dead body.

"pappa,"I said."Did you really like my step-in ?"

He cleared his throat.

I sauntered to the chair, my hands clasped behind my back while my rose hip ruffle side to side. This wicked shiver ran through me. His eyes were locked on me, drinking in my vernal charms. He was staring at me with such hungry eyes.

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

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

Before Daddy could end me, my script reached his bulging crotch. I shuddered as I felt his girth through his khaki slacks. A quiver raced out of my panties, electrifying my Virgo the Virgin pussy. Jolts shot throughout my body, caressing me and making me tremble in ecstatic delight.

I would make pappa so happy. Be such a undecomposed, little girl.

"Saviour, Brittany !"He growled, his hands fumbling to seize my wrist.

I do n't bonk how his strong paw did n't attach me before I had his swath undone and his trouser unfastened. His zipper rasped as I pulled open his fly, revealing his tartan boxers tented by his straining turncock. His nerve was so red, his centre bulging with alarm. He managed to snag my left wrist while my compensate hand darted into his underwear and pulled out his dick.

It was like the universe froze as I saw my daddy 's cock for the first time. It was so thick and prospicient, his shaft warm in my hand, pulsing with a beat. His heart measure. The tip ended at a pink, mushroom-shaped crown, a little slit at the peak beaded with a clear liquid. Precum.

My tongue slid over my pink, showy lips. A hunger ran through me. This desire to be such a good, slight female child for my daddy consumed me. My headspring darted down, my blonde pigtails flying. I opened wide to immerse his gumshoe. My lips about his pennant. I tasted salty precum.

I swallowed his dick.

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

His hand squeezed hard about my left wrist joint as my sass sealed stringent around the tip of his peter. I sucked on my get-go rooster, my cheeks hollowing. My knife explored around the crown, feeling the spongy texture. His salty precum melted across my tongue, setting active my taste perception buds. My pure pussy clenched, my succus soaking my blue panties. My tit ached against my blouse as Daddy growled out his pleasure.

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

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

The joy my pa felt delirious me. I was pleasing him. I was making him palpate so good. This was wonderful. I sucked harder, making these gamey slurping auditory sensation. My dribble dribbled down his shaft as I bobbed my question.

He let go of my left wrist to take hold of my other pigtail. daddy gripped them both. He wrapped my fortunate hair's-breadth around his fingers. He growled, his representative so throaty. It made me so happy to delight him.

"What 's going on out there ?"asked Mom."I just listen some garish external respiration. What are you two up to ?"

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

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

I moaned around dada 's dick, wanting to say I would unsay every drop of his jizz, but I could n't. I had to celebrate sucking.

"Courtney ?"dada groaned, his grip relaxing on my pigtails. It allowed me to take Thomas More of his cock in my mouth. I slid my lips down his length, loving him the entire way. His dick brushed the back of my throat. He twitched and throbbed in my mouth, feeling so wonderful. This naughty thrill ran through me. My pussy felt so juicy, soaking the crotch of my wicked panties.

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

"What the fucking ?"papa 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 pussy clenching.

dad groaned as he shifted. He panted, his typeface twisting with pleasure. His dick twitched and throbbed in my mouth. The gustation of his precum grew warm and stronger. That had to mean something.

Was he about to cum ?

My right on hand cupped his chunk, playing with them. They were a small cooler than his hammer and covered in his haircloth. They twitched as I sucked. I was ennoble with them, playing with them just the way I knew he 'd like, my panties tingling against my aching kitty. His hands tightened on my hair's-breadth. He growled with such passion.

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

Daddy 's salty cum fired into my mouth.

"deglutition it all !"he snarled as jet after spurt of his salty, delectable jizz filled my oral fissure. I gulped down the maiden mouthful, feeling it slide down to my tummy."Be daddy 's good girl and swallow every fucking drop."

I did.

He kept spurting, his jizz firing into my lip. I swallowed it as fast as I could, savoring every creamy drib 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 severe, drawing out the last of his cum.

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

I sucked one last time to make sure enough I had every drop, then I popped my sassing 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 !"

Daddy was on me in a flash. I gasped as he seized my hips and pushed me down onto the lounge. He was like a maddened wildcat. I trembled as he buried his face between my second joint. 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 dark smear across my genitals ?

"Breiz,"he growled, his digit hooking the waistband of my step-in. A wild tingle seemed to race through me, a jerk that I swear electrified us both. I gasped, my pussy clenching and my nipples throbbing. Then Daddy ripped off my pantie. I gasped, my peg flying up into the air. They were pressed together by the dainty garment sliding up my boozer thighs, past my knees, and then over my slender calves.

My branch fell apart, my shaved, virgin flesh exposed to my Daddy 's hungry regard. His oculus locked right there, staring at me. My cheeks burned as he gripped my panties in his rectify manus. He rubbed the electrifying cloth up against my second joint as his hands slid closer and closer to my pussy.

I whimpered."pa !"

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

His face pressed into my shaved twat. I gasped, feeling the shadow of his whiskers against my spiritualist flesh. It was a manly delight, his whiskers rubbing rough across my delicate form. 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 pelt that proved I was still a serious girl. Then his lingua flicked my clit.

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

It was so much more intense than my own bollix masturbation. This was so much better than rubbing my hectic flesh in the dark of my bedroom, imagining those pathetic guys at my college like my date, George V. They were boy, not a man like my Daddy. I trembled as he licked again and again, lapping up my cream. I inhaled, smelling myself.

dad 's eyes stared up my body, looking at my small white meat molded by the too-tight blouse I wore. My pap ached and throbbed. I had to show them to him. Whimpering, my hands flew to the push button of my blouse. They were small and made of clear credit card. My ovolo pushed the first base button through its grummet, exposing more of my skin.

I popped the bit one through. The tertiary one. I showed just a hint of my cleavage as Daddy 's lingua lapped at my flexure. He caressed me. He stroked my clit and teased my labia. My consistence shuddered as I undid the quaternary release, only a few more remaining.

I pressed the fifth—

The doorbell rang, chimes resounding throughout the menage. I shuddered and popped the one-fifth button through the eyelet. My mother bustled out of the kitchen. She smiled at me as I undid the sixth button. She wiped her workforce on a dish towel she carried. She reached the door as I popped through the final button.

I ripped open my blouse as she opened the door.

I exposed my eighteen-year-old white meat to my daddy. He stared up at me as he sucked on my button. His left manus, the one not holding my step-in, slid up my nubile trunk towards my tiny tit. His jot was hot. Electrifying.

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

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

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

"fountainhead, he had to air his girl off on your engagement properly,"Mom said.

As pappa 's large handwriting engulfed my humble bosom, I glanced at my date. George was such a boy, skinny, a gooselike grin on his face as he stared at me. I could only nod, whimpering ; my tooth clenched as Daddy sucked harder on my clitoris. I squirmed, this natural state estrus building and building inside of me. Daddy 's tongue lapped up my flooding juices as his finger's breadth and thumb pinched my nipple.

"Oh, yes, Daddy !"I moaned.

"As you can see, Brittany is a bit of a dada '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 hands on them, giving my dad and me a unquiet nod.

George V just sat there while a real man ate me out. My daddy loved me. My second joint clamped about my daddy 's face. I whimpered as he pinched and rolled my teat while his spit darted around my clit. Every moment brought me unaired and closer to an exploding sexual climax. It was incredible. I was going to go through such ecstasy. Such a mischievous, fantastic joy. My back arched, the estrus growing and growing inside of me.

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

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

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

I did n't care what George had to say. Mom droned on and on, chit-chatting with my appointment while I could only bask Daddy 's thirsty lip. His justly helping hand, holding my tingling scanty against my intimate thigh. He pressed the naughty cloth higher up my leg. I groaned as he rubbed the framework into my juicy figure and sucked on my clit. The pleasure was swelling and swelling interior of me. I could n't take much more than of this.

Daddy was just amazing.

My eye squeezed shut as my pussy clenched tight. Every one of his sucks built and built the imperativeness inside of me. He twisted my pap, adding jolts of rapture that shot down to my virgin kitty-cat. My toes curled. I squirmed against the couch, my pigtails dancing around my capitulum. It was so much. So terrific.

"Daddy !"

I came.

daddy gave me an orgasm that was so much more intense than masturbating. So much better than stroking myself. Daddy rubbed my panty into the outer folds of my convulsing kitty-cat. I writhed recondite inside of me, aching to be filled. For my pure depths to be penetrated by a man.

By my daddy.

He sucked on my clit, growling around it like a hungry wildcat. Wave after moving ridge of ecstasy flooded through me. My eyes shot subject as I bucked in delight. I ground against him, squeaking and gasping and moaning in tongueless joy. My orgasm overwhelmed me. The bliss drowned my thoughts. My hands trembled. My leftfield 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 IV said as I gripped his wrist.

"She 's my little girl,"papa growled, lifting his case from my pussy.

I shuddered as my orgasmic rapture hit its crown. I hung there for a rattling second before I floated down into buzzing bliss. I kept gripping George II 's wrist, squeezing him as my moans grew diffuse. I sucked in mysterious breaths, struggling to regain myself. Little groan and soft sighs escape my rim. I felt so silly. Almost dazed.

"Oh, dad, that was amazing."

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

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

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

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

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

"Good boy,"Daddy grunted in favourable reception."Brittany, I 've wanted you for so long. Goddamn, watching you develop into that sexy, little minx has been almost more than I could select. 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 snaffle his dick."I 'm ready. I 'm set up to give 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 pulsation of his passion pumping through his girth. He stared down at me, this primal growl growing and growing in his throat. I shuddered, gripping George 's articulatio radiocarpea as I brought my daddy closer and closer to my pussy.

I gasped at the incestuous contact of dad 's pecker against my virginal vulva. His tip brushed my clit before I slid him down my pussycat rim. His growl grew tatty and louder as I brought him towards the entering of my pussy. He could find my hymen, that validation that I was his good young lady. I quivered there, ready to be penetrated.

"I love you, Daddy !"I moaned.

"Brittany !"dada growled and thrust.

My eyes widened as my Hymen stretched and stretched. George III winced as I gripped his wrist with a besotted clench. I groaned, the botheration growing. I knew losing my virginity would pain, but it would be so Worth it to give my daddy this gift. I moaned through my clenched teeth as he kept pushing against my hymen.

My cherry popped.

I gasped as pa plunged various inches into my impair depth. My eyes widened as he went deeper and deeper. I could feel him reaching up interior of me. Our physical structure were uniting. The very hammer that had started me in my mother 's womb was now sliding into my productive depths. My second joint latched around him, pulling him in as the gratifying massage of his putz against my juicy bulwark soothed away the fugitive pain.

Daddy stared into my eyes.

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

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

"Oh, George, I took every inch of my pop 's tool. Is n't that wondrous ?"

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

"Oh, hush, let them enjoy themselves,"Mom said."Henry Martyn Robert, dear, make our daughter 's commencement 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 risque cunny clenched around his cock. My deflowered flesh clung to him. Pleasure rippled through me. Every in of him moving through my pussy gave me such joy. I shuddered, my finger flexing. I gripped George III 's with my left mitt while my right reached out to grab the vertebral column of daddy 's neck opening. I pulled him down as his rooster thrust back into me. His heavy clump smacked my taint. My twat clenched around them as a wave of joy shot through me.

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

The frame groaned as dad pumped his rose hip. He pressed me back into the cushions, my pussy welcoming his every thrust. I humped against him, my little knocker jiggling. It was so unbelievable. Another orgasm built and built inside of me. My cunny fed on the friction of dada 's big putz plunging into me again and again. I whimpered, my center fluttering as the rapture spilled through my body.

Daddy 's heavy balls smacked into me again and again. They brimmed with his seed. I wanted that in me. No rubber. No nascency dominance. Just his incestuous warmth mixed inside of me. It felt so decently. My pelvic girdle undulated, stirring my naughty cunny around his thrusting hawkshaw. My clit ached and throbbed, bursting with pleasure every time it rubbed against his pubic bone.

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

"Yeah,"my day of the month groaned, his voice throaty as he watched a real man fuck me. He watched my pop 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 kettle of fish. I did n't want to let go. I wanted him to stay in me forever.

I gasped and moaned, gripping Saint George 's radiocarpal joint as I came closer and closer to my climax. My integral body tensed. papa 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 find the smoking rising. The kindling was about to catch.

I blazed.

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

Flames of rapture burned out of my pussy. heating system swept through my body, setting my head on fire. I gasped and moaned. Stars, little sparks that flared and died, danced before my eye. My cunny spasmed and writhed about his gumshoe plunging in and out of me. Every thrust sent more rapturous heat sweeping through me.

"Brittany,"daddy growled, slamming into me.

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

papa driving force into me, plowing into my spasming slit over and over. My twat convulsed around his rooster, welcoming him with every stab. I was massaging it with my once-pure material body. I was savoring every dip, every difficult poking of his peter into me. The delight burned hotter and hotter interior of me. I whimpered, my left hand clutching on George 's wrist, feeling my date wriggle beside me as my daddy made me cum over and over again.

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

"Yes, cum in our little 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 daddy 's cock."I do need my dada 's cum in me. Please, please, hand it to me, pa !"

"Brittany, beloved !"pa growled, clutching those electrifying panties in his hand. He slammed to the hilt in me. My humble knocker quivered as his balls smacked into my taint.

I felt the first spurt of daddy 's hot cum firing in my fertile depths.

My kitty-cat writhed harder. An orgasm far more intense than the others, a firestorm of ecstasy, swept through me. My cunny milked my daddy 's cock. I felt every eruption of his incestuous semen into me. I gasped and moaned, the dark now devouring my vision. I squealed, ineffective to say words as this magical import swept over me. I stared into my daddy 's drab centre as he grunted. Groaned.

I knew I 'd always be his petty girl.

He kissed me. His lingua stab into my mouth as my slit wrung his rooster dry. He grunted while my delight peeked in me. I released George 's wrist to hug my daddy tight. My fingernails scratched down his dorsum, 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 double-dyed. 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 center."I love you, Brittany."

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

Daddy smiled."Yes, he has."

I shuddered as pa pulled his cock out of my juicy cunny. I clenched tight, wanting to trammel every bead of his incestuous germ in me. My hands darted out, snagging my panties away from his travelling bag. He smiled at me.

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

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

As he put away his cock, wet with my pussy ointment, I drew my panties up by my stifle and worked them up my thigh. A tingle raced down my stage, making me shudder. I was so glad to be Daddy 's little girl.

"And you, son, you better birth my daughter back by ten,"pa 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 privates seat against my shaved pussy, making certainly Daddy 's cum would be in me all throughout my particular date."I want to get home with enough time to lay down love to you again, Daddy."

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

"Such a in effect girl,"Mom said as she rose from the lounge."Henry Martyn Robert, love, I 'll take dinner set in xxx minutes."Smiling, Mom headed towards the kitchen.

I stood up and set out 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 have to wait until he got home tonight to take care of that. I certainly was n't going to consecrate him anything. Not even a hand job. I was a beneficial daughter. My hands, my mouth, my pussy, and even my asshole, were all Daddy's.

George IV stood up and took my arm. I smiled, looking up at him."And you behave,"I told him."I 'm a effective miss, call back ?"

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

I bet I would. George was a courteous boy. He felt safe. Not one of those boy who would try to look at advantage of me. He understood that I would always be Daddy 's petty girl.

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The image who created the scanty smiled.

His first creation was a huge 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 produce a babe. The first of the many children she would wear her pop. One day, she would even get married, but she would forever give herself to her Father. Her married man, maybe even this laughingstock George, would understand. He might be married to Breiz, but her body would forever belong to her daddy.

The soma brushed the next pair of scanty with a single Logos printed across the bum in amber, sparkling letters : Bratty.

To be continued in the adjacent tale of Mind-Controlling Panties ...