Mind-Control panty

Story One : Incestuous Awakening

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to carom for beta Reading this !

In a certain center, in a clothing depot frequented by the local college little girl, a physical body wandered.

Nondescript. The type of person no one would ever search at twice. The figure drifted through the fund, browsing the ledge, glancing at the wares. Trendy clothing. Flashy and smart, wax of pastel coloring. The build paused at one display with a selection of step-in covered in salacious slogans printed across the rump, designed to hug the firm, toned rump of a girl budding into her sex. The fig, with a casual motion, added its own step-in to the lot. One with its own peculiar set phrase written upon it.

pa 's Girl.

The figure continued on. An commentator would have hardly noticed that anything had happened. The light-blue panties with the garden pink inscription did n't stand out at amid the others.

It was n't long before a gaggle of young char, 18 or 19, entered the memory board. Their bright laugh echoed through the retail space as they attacked the clothing stand like a flock of hungry vulture. Only, no vulture 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 perfect getup. Her blonde hair fell loose about her round case, her rim plump and covered in a glossy, pink lip gloss. She had a beauty brand on her pep pill lip, her blue heart bright as she stumbled with her admirer, gossiping, enjoying the vitality of youth.

The laugh increased when they reached the video display with the panties. They giggled in stymy delight at the gamy idiomatic expression. They joked about accidentally flashing their panties and letting this or that cunning guy see the enticing set phrase printed in brassy letters across their rumps.

Brittany 's gaze fell on the light-blue scanty with the pinko lettering. She touched the cotton/poly portmanteau and felt a strange tingle race through her. She was most certainly not a dad 's girl. She hated how restrictive her father was. Henry M. Robert Smith was a man with strong opinions about how his daughter should act. judgment Brittany most definitely did not plowshare.

However, there was something so titillating about the phrasal idiom.

Something naughty.

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

Buzzing with a euphoric mellow as Brittany imagined wearing these for her new boyfriend, Stephen, she snagged them up and rushed to the John Cash register.

By the time 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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< unassailable > Breiz Smith < /strong >

A nervous flutter ran through me. I had my first date with George William Harvey tonight. I was giddy with excitement. He was such a macho-man. So much better than Brad, whom I 'd dumped last workweek when I caught him texting that crud Miranda Brenner. George II was definitely better than that game 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 control me.

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

My hips swayed in a new chick I 'd bought earlier at the plaza, my small breast bouncing in the negligee-like top I wore. The lose weight fabric dangled from spaghetti shoulder strap that molded to my torso and gave copious substantiation I was n't wearing a bra. My firm, youth mamilla pressed hard against the material.

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

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

The doorbell rang.

I gasped, a jolt of shock running through me. George II was former. I was supposed to make another thirty minute to make certain I was utter. That my blond whisker was falling in perfect undulation around my face, that my constitution was sultry and exciting, and that my outfit fit me perfectly. I was wearing my new thong, the thin strap of stuff buried between the peachy curves of my bubbly ass.

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

I darted downstairs, my infantry slapping on the steps, my vernal bosom jiggling in my top. The fabric rubbed against my nubs, sending excited tingles down to my kitty. I was make for this night. I was eager—

"I ca n't believe I locked the shoot key fruit in the car,"my father growled.

I let out a close shave of fright. Why was my 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 rig, disapproval crossing his stuffy case. Color spotted his cheek as his nostril flared. I froze on the whole tone, clutching the milled banister, my fondness thundering beneath my breasts.

Then I lifted my school principal. 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 Word entirely.

My female parent glanced at me, biting her lower lip."Well, I 'll allow in it 's a little practically, but she 's growing up."

"Growing up into what ?"he demanded.

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

"I 'm garb for my date, Father,"I said with a frosty tone to my part."He 's going to be here any minute."

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

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

"Now, honey,"Mom said, her articulation diffuse."That skirt is a little short. I mean ... What is your particular date 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 run away. It was an unflinching regard. His John Brown eye were intense. He may search mild-mannered in his beige drop-off and sweater, but he still had that armed forces aim. He worked in an agency now, but ...

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

"You 're not all lady friend. You 're my lilliputian girl."

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

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

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

He arched an eyebrow at me.

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

"By all means, go out there dressed like that and see how nifty your animation is without that little box."He stood aside, sweeping his arm."After all, you 're practically an adult. There is an entire world out there waiting for you. business. Bills."

"But ..."my lower lip quivered.

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

"It falls down to my articulatio genus !"I hissed.

"commodity,"Dad said, nodding.

"Why do n't you just make me fatigue a habit !"I snarled."Just me make into a nun or something ! Or you can thrust me into a burqa !"

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

I stared into his optic, refusing to bet away. Fury boiled through me. He looked so tranquillise. A rock. It shook me up, my choler faltering. I trembled, swallowing. Was he serious ? Would he really overeat my cute body into a shapeless burqa ? My eyes watered as I forced them to stay put give. My feet squirmed.

He was relentless. Unfeeling.

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

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

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

"Want to give me primp like a fiddling lady friend ?"I hissed in annoyance.

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

I whirled around and darted for my actor's assistant. I grabbed the polished, egg white knob and yanked it open. My step-in and bras shifted around inside from the violence of my action. My regard darted around the kickshaw garments. Then, I spotted what I was looking for. light-blue textile. Some of the pink letters showing. I grinned. I shoved my hands beneath my wench, hooking the cincture of my new lash, 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 dainty step-in, my blood boiling.

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

I unfolded the exceptional scanty, nodding in satisfaction at the sight of the pinko letters."Daddy 's Girl."They made me prickle just thinking about wearing them. I would miss my virginity tonight wearing these step-in. I would throw myself at George.

"Ooh, you 're going to get puss tonight ! Even if you 're an asshole, I 'm so furious, I 'll just hop on you in the midsection of the field !"

My blonde hair danced about my face as I shoved my decent metrical foot through the leg hollow. Then I thrust my lead leg through the other. I worked that blue, cotton/poly blended material up my thigh. It whisked against my skin, caressing me. A naughty thrill raced up to my vulva, electrifying my clitoris. I shuddered as I wiggled it up my thigh. I pulled it over my rump, the genital organ subsiding against my shaved, Virgo the Virgin pussycat.

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 berm. My lips were just glossy maroon. This vibrant, bold people of color. It was so ... adult.

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

My cheek blushed a smart scarlet. My Virgo pussy tingled as I quickly ripped off the skimpy dame. As I did, movement caught my regard. I gasped at the sight of my top in my mirror. I could see my teat through the fabric. Why was n't I wearing a bra ? The material clung to my small titty. It was disgraceful.

After I stepped out of my doll, I ripped off the top. I was just in my panties. I paused, turning my pelvis, studying my figure. The light-blue fabric of the panty molded to my rump, the letters, showing up in a perverse text across my ass, looked so precious. I giggled, wiggling my hips. The panties were so true.

I was a daddy 's girl.

humming, I found that pink skirt Mom recommended. It was sodding. So precious. Daddy would love it. I stepped into it and worked it up my legs quickly. I did n't have much time. My business firm, young breast jiggled. I zipped up the skirt.

My hips shook as my deal slid over my two-dimensional breadbasket. I considered what to outwear with the skirt. I needed a perfect top for my date. I did n't make meter to rule a bra, but I remembered the demand blouse I needed. It was a White River blouse, something a schoolgirl would wear.

Perfect.

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

Why had I even wanted to disappoint 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 tingling 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 torso. It was a picayune old, something I had n't worn in a few days, but it still fit. Barely. The fabric molded to me. I groaned, seeing my pap poking at the cloth. 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 table, needing to choose off this garish lip rouge. Whatever possessed me to purchase this whorish hue ? I grabbed a sponge and the rubbing alcohol then quickly wiped off the hue. I worked fast, knowing that George would be here at any clock time. If I wore lip rouge like this, he might think I 'd require to feature ... sex with him.

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

My heart racing, my blonde hair dancing, I worked fast. I was so aware of the clock time. Not very much fourth dimension 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 tad. A gracious, indulgent pink. Bubblicious pleasure. I uncapped it, applying the paler ghost on my lips. It brought out my rude colouration, making my sassing seem a trivial plumper. A little cuter. The chair creaked beneath me as I applied it too fast. I winced at the garden pink smeared across my pep pill lip. I grabbed a tissue and quickly scrubbed it away. I touched up my mouth, then smacked them against the tissue paper to get off the excess.

I ran my tongue over my back talk, feeling the waxy texture. I nodded in delight. I stood up, set for my day of the month and ...

There was something missing. Something more that I needed to do. What was it ? I stared at myself, seeing that my cute blouse 's hem came just to the top of my pink skirt, its textile flow in plicate crease down to my lower thighs. I cocked my chief, my wanton, blond Robert F. Curl sliding around my face and ...

"That 's it !"I gasped.

I pulled open the draftsman of my makeup board and snagged the low two pink scrunches I could find. I grabbed my hair, gathering half of it up into a pigtail, and wrapped it up with the stretchy ring. In moments, my curl tumbled down to my shoulder in a fall of prosperous joy. I grabbed the early scrunchy and made my other buns. I loved how it transformed my face. It made me look more like a cute, little female child. Just the way Daddy liked to see me.

Wholesome.

inexperienced person.

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

I was utter. With a lightheaded giggle, I darted to the door. I threw it spread, my sock-covered feet whisking on the carpeting. 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. Daddy was already sitting on his recliner, his ramification 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 pass."There 's my daughter,"he said."My trivial girl."

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

"He does know best,"I said.

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

I flounced to my father, my skirt swirling about my thigh. With boisterous muscularity, I threw myself onto his lap and straddled him. He groaned, his middle flicking up and down my eubstance. My nipples tingled, this naughty thrill dancing through me. I resisted the urge to giggle. I felt so wicked right now. I leaned in and gave my dad a warm kiss on the lips.

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

"Yeah,"he said, with a throaty variant in his representative. He looked astounded. Like individual had just walked up and cold-cocked him in the incline of the head.

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

I bet he did. I bet he would know to see what a good female child I was now.

He groaned as I climbed off him. I gasped, almost falling over as I slipped off the lounger. His chairperson wobbled. It creaked as his wooden leg pulled in the extended part. His boldness were red, his chest rising and falling in his dark-brown sweater. I turned around, wiggling my cute rump at him.

"See, dada,"I purred, flipping up my wench."I 'm not wearing that nasty thong. I 'm wearing a proper pair of panties."

"pappa 's young woman,"he groaned, now sounding like individual strangled him.

What was unseasonable with my daddy ?

"Yep, I 'm your unspoiled, little girl. I love being a dad 's girl."

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

I threw a look over my shoulder, my blue lip padding."Are you for certain ? Do n't you like how I look in my pantie ?"

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

I squealed in joy at that. I spun around and bounced in place, my pigtails flying about my face. My nipples ached as my footling breast jiggled in my tight, Caucasian blouse. I clapped my hands together as such delight squealed from my lips.

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

"pop loves my new panty,"I purred.

"No, I do n't,"papa quickly said."I just ... thought they were more appropriate for her to wear on a engagement 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 office, feeling Daddy 's eyes on me. His nerve were even redder now. He shifted on the chair as he adjusted his pants. My eyes notice the great protrusion in the nominal head of his khaki slacks. My boldness blazed with heat as a molten lust formed deep inside of my virgin pussy. daddy was hard. He looked so big, straining the front of his trousers. My spit flicked across my glossy lips as a shiver ran through my eubstance.

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

He cleared his throat.

I sauntered to the chairman, my hands clasped behind my back while my pelvis undulated side to side. This wicked thrill ran through me. His optic were locked on me, drinking in my vernal charms. He was staring at me with such thirsty eyes.

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

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

Before Daddy could finish me, my mitt reached his bulging crotch. I shuddered as I felt his girth through his khaki slacks. A tingle raced out of my panties, electrifying my virgin pussy. jolt shot throughout my body, caressing me and making me tremble in ecstatic delight.

I would pee pa so happy. Be such a unspoiled, little girl.

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

I do n't bed how his warm hands did n't seize me before I had his belt undone and his knickers unfastened. His slide fastener rasped as I pulled spread out his fly, revealing his tartan boxers tented by his straining cock. His expression was so red, his eyes bulging with alarm. He managed to snag my left carpus while my right hand hand darted into his underwear and pulled out his dick.

It was like the Earth froze as I saw my daddy 's cock for the first base time. It was so thick and long, his shaft warm in my bridge player, pulsing with a beat. His centre beat. The tip ended at a pink, mushroom-shaped crown, a little slit at the elevation beaded with a acquit liquidness. Precum.

My tongue slid over my pink, calendered lips. A hunger ran through me. This desire to be such a full, little girl for my daddy consumed me. My forefront darted down, my blond pigtails flying. I opened full to steep his dick. My lips about his crown. I tasted salty precum.

I swallowed his dick.

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

His hand squeezed hard about my entrust wrist joint as my sassing sealed tight around the tip of his dick. I sucked on my number 1 pecker, my cheeks hollowing. My tongue explored around the crown, feeling the spongy texture. His salty precum melted across my tongue, setting live my taste buds. My virgin pussy clenched, my succus soaking my naughty step-in. My nipple ached against my blouse as pa growled out his pleasure.

My head moved, turning from side to side and bobbing up and down. My lips slid along his cock, caressing his pounding spear. An incestuous quiver ran through me, this wanton delight. I suck so hard, reveling in his precum spilling into my mouth. My natural language danced around the crest, savoring the flavor of his juices.

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

The joy my pop felt excited me. I was pleasing him. I was making him sense so good. This was tremendous. I sucked harder, making these naughty slurping sounds. My drool dribbled down his shaft as I bobbed my head.

He let go of my will wrist to snaffle my other pigtail. Daddy gripped them both. He wrapped my halcyon hair around his digit. He growled, his voice so throaty. It made me so happy to please him.

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

"null, Courtney,"dada gasped. He jerked up on my pigtails, sliding my mouth up his peter. It was like he wanted me to hold back. 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 cock, wanting to say I would accept every cliff of his jizz, but I could n't. I had to sustain sucking.

"Courtney ?"Daddy groaned, his grip relaxing on my pigtails. It allowed me to need more than of his tool in my mouth. I slid my sass down his distance, loving him the entire way. His gumshoe brushed the binding of my throat. He twitched and throbbed in my mouthpiece, feeling so wonderful. This naughty tingle ran through me. My kitty felt so juicy, soaking the private parts of my wicked panties.

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

"What the piece of ass ?"daddy groaned as I loved him.

I kept sucking, so bedevil why daddy had sounded like he was afraid. What did he have to be afraid of ? I was just going to do him cum. I sucked harder, loving him the way a pop 's lady friend should. An incestuous delectation rippled through me, my pussy clenching.

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

Was he about to cum ?

My right helping hand cupped his balls, playing with them. They were a little tank than his cock and covered in his hair. They twitched as I sucked. I was gentle with them, playing with them just the way I knew he 'd like, my scanty tingling against my aching pussycat. His deal tightened on my haircloth. He growled with such passion.

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

Daddy 's salty cum fired into my mouth.

"Swallow it all !"he snarled as spirt after spurt of his salty, yummy jizz filled my mouth. I gulped down the world-class mouthful, feeling it slide down to my venter."Be daddy 's good girl and swallow every fucking drop."

I did.

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

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

I sucked one final time to make for sure I had every dip, then I popped my mouth off him. I straightened up, staring at him with hectic eyes. dad, my pussy is all wet and itchy and ... and ... I need something. I need to ... I need to, cum, too !"

Daddy was on me in a flashing. I gasped as he seized my hip and pushed me down onto the lounge. He was like a maddened beast. I trembled as he buried his nerve between my thigh. My virgin flesh quivered as he thrust up my skirt, exposing the light-blue panties.

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

"Breiz,"he growled, his fingers hooking the waistband of my panties. A fantastic shudder seemed to raceway through me, a jolt that I swear electrified us both. I gasped, my pussy clenching and my nipples throbbing. Then daddy ripped off my panty. I gasped, my legs flying up into the air. They were pressed together by the dainty garment sliding up my lush thighs, past my knees, and then over my slender calves.

My branch fell apart, my shaved, virgin flesh exposed to my papa 's hungry gaze. His eyes locked right there, staring at me. My boldness burned as he gripped my pantie in his aright handwriting. He rubbed the electrifying fabric up against my thighs as his custody slid closer and closer to my pussy.

I whimpered."Daddy !"

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

His face pressed into my shaved jackass. I gasped, feeling the phantom of his whiskers against my sensitive chassis. It was a manly delight, his sensory hair rubbing rough across my delicate flesh. My toes curled. My pussy clenched, and then I gasped as his tongue flicked through my folds. He caressed over my Hymen, that lose weight membrane of peel that proved I was still a good young lady. Then his tongue flicked my clit.

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

It was so much more intense than my own incompetent masturbation. This was so much expert than rubbing my feverish chassis in the dark of my sleeping room, imagining those pathetic guys at my college like my date, St. George. They were boys, not a man like my dada. I trembled as he licked again and again, lapping up my cream. I inhaled, smelling myself.

Daddy 's eyes stared up my soundbox, looking at my humble breasts molded by the too-tight blouse I wore. My mamilla ached and throbbed. I had to record them to him. Whimpering, my hands flew to the buttons of my blouse. They were minuscule and made of clean plastic. My quarter round pushed the first push button through its grommet, exposing more than of my skin.

I popped the second one through. The third one. I showed just a steer of my segmentation as pa 's tongue lapped at my flock. He caressed me. He stroked my button and teased my labia. My body shuddered as I undid the quaternary clit, only a few more remaining.

I pressed the fifth—

The buzzer rang, chimes resounding throughout the house. I shuddered and popped the fifth button through the grummet. My mother bustled out of the kitchen. She smiled at me as I undid the sixth button. She wiped her hands on a dishtowel she carried. She reached the door as I popped through the final button.

I ripped opened my blouse as she opened the door.

I exposed my eighteen-year-old breasts to my daddy. He stared up at me as he sucked on my clit. His get out hand, the one not holding my panties, slid up my nubile trunk towards my tiny tit. His feeling was hot. Electrifying.

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

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

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

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

As Daddy 's large mitt engulfed my minuscule bosom, I glanced at my date. George was such a boy, skinny, a foolish 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 wild heat building and edifice inside of me. Daddy 's tongue lapped up my flooding juice as his finger and thumb pinched my nipple.

"Oh, yes, Daddy !"I moaned.

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

He sat down beside me, wearing a nice, bluing shirt tucked into his jeans. He rubbed his script on them, giving my dada and me a nervous nod.

George just sat there while a real man ate me out. My pop loved me. My thigh clamped about my daddy 's face. I whimpered as he pinched and rolled my nipple while his tongue darted around my clit. Every moment brought me cheeseparing and closer to an exploding orgasm. It was incredible. I was going to have such rapture. Such a pixilated, marvellous delight. My back arched, the heat growing and growing inside of me.

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

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

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

I did n't care what George I had to say. Mom droned on and on, chit-chatting with my date while I could only taste pop 's athirst back talk. His rectify helping hand, holding my tingling panties against my inner thigh. He pressed the naughty cloth higher up my leg. I groaned as he rubbed the fabric into my juicy build and sucked on my clit. The pleasance was swelling and swelling interior of me. I could n't take much more of this.

pa was just amazing.

My centre squeezed shut as my cunt clenched tight. Every one of his sucks built and built the pressure inside of me. He twisted my nipple, adding jerk of rapture that shot down to my Virgo the Virgin kitty-cat. My toes curled. I squirmed against the couch, my pigtails dancing around my mind. It was so a lot. So wonderful.

"Daddy !"

I came.

dada gave me an orgasm that was so much more acute than masturbating. So much salutary than stroking myself. Daddy rubbed my panties into the outer folds of my convulsing puss. I writhed deep inside of me, aching to be filled. For my consummate astuteness to be penetrated by a man.

By my dad.

He sucked on my button, growling around it like a hungry wildcat. Wave after wave of ecstasy flooded through me. My eyes shot open 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 sentiment. My hands trembled. My left handwriting darted out, brushing George 's. I grasped my date 's wrist as my dad made me cum.

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

"She 's my little girl,"dada growled, lifting his face from my pussy.

I shuddered as my orgasmic rapture hit its pinnacle. I hung there for a howling second before I floated down into buzzing bliss. I kept gripping Saint George 's wrist, squeezing him as my groan grew softer. I sucked in late breath, struggling to regain myself. Little groan and diffused sigh escape my mouth. I felt so dizzy. Almost dazed.

"Oh, pop, that was amazing."

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

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

No, he needed something better. Something more than intimate. Something that only his piffling girlfriend could reach him.

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

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

"Good boy,"dada grunted in approval."Brittany, I 've wanted you for so long. Goddamn, watching you modernize into that sexy, piddling minx has been almost more than I could bring. The way you dress ... The way you flounced around, teasing me ... But you 're finally being a sound girl."

"Your effective young lady, Daddy,"I moaned, my release hand darting out to snap up his hawkshaw."I 'm set up. I 'm ready to give you my virginity. I saved it just for you, Daddy."

I held pop 's cock in my hand, feeling how ardent it was. He throbbed and pulsed, the heartbeat 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 II 's wrist as I brought my pappa closer and closer to my pussy.

I gasped at the incestuous contact of Daddy 's peter against my vestal vulva. His tip brushed my button before I slid him down my twat mouth. His growl grew louder and louder as I brought him towards the entrance of my kitty-cat. He could sense my virginal membrane, that test copy that I was his respectable girl. I quivered there, cook to be penetrated.

"I love you, Daddy !"I moaned.

"Brittany !"Daddy growled and thrust.

My middle widened as my hymen stretched and stretched. George winced as I gripped his articulatio radiocarpea with a tight clench. I groaned, the nuisance growing. I knew losing my virginity would hurt, but it would be so worth it to give my daddy this giving. I moaned through my clenched teeth as he kept pushing against my hymen.

My cherry popped.

I gasped as dada plunged respective inches into my vitiate depths. My eye widened as he went deeply and cryptical. I could feel him reaching up inside of me. Our eubstance were uniting. The very cock that had started me in my mother 's womb was now sliding into my fertile depths. My second joint latched around him, pulling him in as the pleasurable massage of his dick against my juicy walls soothed away the momentaneous pain.

Daddy stared into my eyes.

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

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

"Oh, George I, I took every inch of my pappa 's dick. 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, love, ready our girl 's get-go time magical."

"He is doing that, Mom,"I moaned as daddy 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 blue cunny clenched around his hawkshaw. My deflower physical body clung to him. joy rippled through me. Every inch of him moving through my kitty-cat gave me such delight. I shuddered, my fingerbreadth flexing. I gripped St. George 's with my left mitt while my right reached out to take hold of the back of daddy 's neck opening. I pulled him down as his cock jab back into me. His heavy Lucille Ball smacked my contamination. My twat clenched around them as a wave of pleasure shot through me.

"dada !"I moaned, rummy on this moment.

The frame groaned as daddy pumped his hips. He pressed me back into the shock, my pussy welcoming his every thrust. I humped against him, my little titties jiggling. It was so unbelievable. Another orgasm built and built inside of me. My cunny fed on the friction of daddy 's big hawkshaw 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 prophylactic. No nativity control. Just his incestuous passion mixed inside of me. It felt so right. My hips undulated, stirring my naughty cunny around his thrusting dick. My clit ached and throbbed, bursting with pleasure every prison term it rubbed against his pubic bone.

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

"Yeah,"my appointment groaned, his voice throaty as he watched a very man fuck me. He watched my pop put his tool in me.

He stirred me up, my pussy boiling around him. I squeezed my twat tight about his thick prick. I clenched my spicy hole. I did n't require to let go. I wanted him to stay in me forever.

I gasped and moaned, gripping George 's wrist as I came closer and closer to my climax. My stallion body tensed. Daddy thrust faster. It was like he sensed my need. He knew that I needed a bit more friction to set off my fires. I could feel the smoke rising. The tinder was about to catch.

I blazed.

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

flaming of rapture burned out of my pussy. rut swept through my body, setting my idea on fire. I gasped and moaned. Stars, fiddling 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 rapturous heat sweeping through me.

"Brittany,"daddy growled, slamming into me.

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

pa driving force into me, plowing into my spasming snatch over and over. My cunt convulsed around his hammer, welcoming him with every thrust. I was massaging it with my once-pure flesh. I was savoring every plunge, every hard stab of his pecker into me. The pleasance burned hotter and hotter inside of me. I whimpered, my will hand clutching on George V 's wrist, feeling my date squirm beside me as my daddy made me cum over and over again.

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

"Yes, cum in our piffling young lady, Henry M. 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 pa 's cock."I do postulate my daddy 's cum in me. Please, please, turn over it to me, dada !"

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

I felt the commencement spurt of Daddy 's hot cum firing in my rich depths.

My puss writhed harder. An orgasm far more intense than the others, a firestorm of XTC, swept through me. My cunny milked my daddy 's cock. I felt every eruption of his incestuous seed into me. I gasped and moaned, the swarthiness now devouring my imagination. I squealed, unable to say parole 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 knife thrust into my back talk as my pussy wrung his prick dry. He grunted while my delight peeked in me. I released George 's wrist joint to hug my daddy tight. My fingernails scratched down his rachis, rasping against his shirt. He growled and then groaned as I drained him dry. I had every free fall in me. I was entire of his wonderful cum.

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

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

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

dada smiled."Yes, he has."

I shuddered as pa pulled his stopcock out of my juicy cunny. I clenched tight, wanting to immobilise every cliff of his incestuous seed in me. My handwriting darted out, snagging my panty away from his grip. He smiled at me.

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

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

As he put away his pecker, wet with my kitty-cat cream, I drew my panties up past tense my human knee and worked them up my thighs. A quiver raced down my legs, making me shudder. I was so glad to be daddy 's little girl.

"And you, son, you better birth my daughter back by ten,"papa 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 seat against my shaven kitty-cat, making sure dad 's cum would be in me all throughout my date."I want to get home with enough clock time to get love to you again, Daddy."

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

"Such a honorable daughter,"Mom said as she rose from the couch."Henry Martyn Robert, honey, I 'll possess dinner party ready in thirty minutes."smiling, Mom headed towards the kitchen.

I stood up and begin buttoning my blouse, my pigtails swaying about my shoulder joint. I covered up my bosom and smoothed down my skirt. I smiled at George, loving how we squirmed. He had a hardon bulging his jeans.

Poor guy, he 'd take to wait until he got home tonight to take charge of that. I certainly was n't going to pass on him anything. Not even a hand job. I was a good young woman. My hands, my mouth, my kitty, and even my asshole, were all Daddy's.

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

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

I bet I would. George II was a courteous boy. He felt safe. Not one of those boy who would try to make reward of me. He understood that I would always be Daddy 's piffling girl.

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The figure who created the panty smiled.

His first creation was a vast achiever. It was worth the hold for Bretagne to finally put them on. He knew she would be forever happy. In nine month, she would produce a baby. The initiatory of the many tike she would behave her pa. One day, she would even get married, but she would forever give herself to her father. Her married man, maybe even this goat George I, would realize. He might be married to Brittany, but her body would forever belong to her daddy.

The frame brushed the following pair of scanty with a exclusive countersign printed across the rear in amber, sparkling letters : Bratty.

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