Mind-Control Panties

Story One : Incestuous Awakening

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to carom for beta recitation this !

In a certain shopping centre, in a wear store frequented by the local college girls, a figure wandered.

Nondescript. The type of somebody no one would ever attend at twice. The figure drifted through the store, browsing the shelves, glancing at the merchandise. Trendy habiliment. Flashy and bright, full of pastel colors. The figure paused at one presentation with a selection of scanty covered in salacious shibboleth printed across the hind end, designed to hug the house, toned croupe of a young lady budding into her sexuality. The figure of speech, with a perfunctory gesture, added its own panties to the passel. One with its own peculiar phrase written upon it.

papa 's Girl.

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

It was n't long before a gaggle of unseasoned women, eighteen or nineteen, entered the store. Their smart laughter echoed through the retail infinite as they attacked the clothing wheel like a pile of athirst 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 haircloth fell loose about her round face, her lips plump and covered in a shiny, pink lip burnish. She had a sweetheart grade on her upper lip, her blue eyes bright as she stumbled with her friends, gossiping, enjoying the vitality of youth.

The laughter increased when they reached the presentation with the panties. They giggled in embarrassed delight at the naughty idiom. They joked about accidentally flashing their panties and letting this or that cute guy see the enticing set phrase printed in garish alphabetic character across their rumps.

Brittany 's gaze fell on the light-blue panty with the pink lettering. She touched the cotton/poly blend and felt a unusual tingle slipstream through her. She was most certainly not a daddy 's daughter. She hated how restrictive her Father-God was. Robert Smith was a man with strong vox populi about how his daughter should act. Opinions Brittany virtually definitely did not share.

However, there was something so titillating about the phrase.

Something naughty.

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

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

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

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< unattackable > Brittany Adam Smith < /strong >

A nervous disruption ran through me. I had my first date with George William Harvey tonight. I was giddy with excitement. He was such a stud. So much better than Brad, whom I 'd dumped hold up week when I caught him texting that skank Miranda Brenner. George was definitely better than that lame Stephen. Why did I ever think dating him would be fun ? He had become way too a great deal like my Padre, wanting to control me.

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

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

George would be here soon. I was so eager to be picked up. The honest-to-goodness boy was exciting. I could n't look to record him just how grown-up I could be. It was finally prison term 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 actor's line aloud.

The bell rang.

I gasped, a jar of shock running through me. George was early. I was supposed to throw another thirty minutes to make sure I was perfect. That my blond hair's-breadth was falling in perfect waves around my face, that my makeup was sultry and exciting, and that my outfit fit me perfectly. I was wearing my new thong, the thinly strap of material buried between the peachy curved shape of my bubbly ass.

"fountainhead, 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 fabric rubbed against my core, sending excited shiver down to my snatch. I was ready for this nighttime. I was eager—

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

I let out a close call of fearfulness. Why was my beginner place 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 center flicked up to me, his back straightening as he witnessed my cute rig, disapproval crossing his close face. color spotted his cheeks as his anterior naris flared. I froze on the steps, clutching the polish balusters, my heart thundering beneath my breasts.

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

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

My mother glanced at me, biting her lower lip."Well, I 'll admit it 's a short much, but she 's growing up."

"Growing up into what ?"he demanded.

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

"I 'm dressed for my date, father,"I said with a snappy tone to my voice."He 's going to be here any minute."

"Not dressed like that,"pa growled. He glanced at my mother."talk of the town to your daughter. She is not going out of this star sign dressed like that."

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

"Now, honey,"Mom said, her part flabby."That skirt is a little unawares. I mean ... What is your appointment going to think ?"

"That I 'm OK ! 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 brownness optic were acute. He may take care mild-mannered in his ecru slacks and sweater, but he still had that military machine bearing. He worked in an position now, but ...

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

"You 're not all girls. You 're my little 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 cap, so long as I pay your bills, including that damn phone you spend all your time messing around on, then you 're going to dress how I say !"

The bottom fell out of my abdomen. That was no empty-bellied threat."I need my phone. I have to stay in tangency 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 creation ? How will I know what 's going on ?"

"By all means, go out there dressed like that and see how great your living 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. Jobs. Bills."

"But ..."my lower lip quivered.

"What about that pink chick 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 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 wear,"he said."I can go buy one."

I stared into his centre, refusing to take care away. Fury boiled through me. He looked so calm. A rock. It shook me up, my anger waver. I trembled, swallowing. Was he sober ? Would he really gormandise my cute body into a shapeless burqa ? My eye watered as I forced them to stay afford. My feet squirmed.

He was relentless. Unfeeling.

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

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

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

"Want to make me coiffe like a niggling girl ?"I hissed in annoyance.

Then I remembered the stark pair of pantie. That would read him.

I whirled around and darted for my vanity. I grabbed the polished, tweed knobs and yanked it open. My panty and bras shifted around inside from the violence of my action. My regard darted around the goody garments. Then, I spotted what I was looking for. pale blue fabric. Some of the pink letters showing. I grinned. I shoved my hired hand beneath my skirt, hooking the waistband of my new thong, and ripped it down my second joint. My dame swayed. I could finger it dancing over the cheek of my plump ass. I stepped out of the dainty panties, my blood boiling.

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

I unfolded the special panty, nodding in gratification at the sight of the pink letters."daddy 's Girl."They made me tingle just thinking about wearing them. I would recede my virginity tonight wearing these step-in. I would confound myself at George.

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

My blonde hair danced about my aspect as I shoved my decent foot through the leg hole. Then I thrust my left leg through the other. I worked that amobarbital sodium, cotton/poly blended fabric up my thighs. It whisked against my tegument, caressing me. A naughty shudder raced up to my vulva, electrifying my clit. I shuddered as I wiggled it up my second joint. I pulled it over my buns, the crotch settling against my shaven, virtuous slit.

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

I stared at myself in the mirror, my evade half-bunched around my waist, my haircloth swaying sluttish about my shoulders. My lips were just glossy maroon. This vivacious, boldface color. It was so ... adult.

That would n't do at all. I did n't birth lots clock time to alter and fix my makeup. I had to make a motion fast. What was up with this skirt I was wearing ? pa would n't like how short it was. The hemline barely covered anything.

My cheeks blushed a bright vermilion. My pure slit tingled as I quickly ripped off the skimpy skirt. As I did, move caught my gaze. I gasped at the sight of my top in my mirror. I could see my nipples through the cloth. Why was n't I wearing a bra ? The material clung to my small knocker. It was disgraceful.

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

I was a daddy 's girl.

Humming, I found that pink annulus Mom recommended. It was perfect. So cute. papa would love it. I stepped into it and worked it up my legs quickly. I did n't get much sentence. My firm, young boob jiggled. I zipped up the skirt.

My hips shook as my handwriting slid over my flat stomach. I considered what to wear off with the doll. I needed a perfect top for my date. I did n't birth time to find a bra, but I remembered the exact blouse I needed. It was a white blouse, something a schoolgirl would wear.

Perfect.

I fetched the white blouse out of my closet while bubbling with turmoil. 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 anger from him.

Why had I even wanted to disappoint him ?

I could n't consider 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 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 trunk. It was a little old, something I had n't worn in a few year, but it still fit. Barely. The fabric molded to me. I groaned, seeing my nipples 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 make-up mesa, needing to conduct 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 meter. If I wore lipstick like this, he might think I 'd need to have ... sex with him.

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

My substance racing, my blonde hair dancing, I worked fast. I was so aware of the prison term. Not much 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 spectre. A gracious, soft pink. Bubblicious Delight. I uncapped it, applying the paler specter on my lips. It brought out my natural color, making my lips seem a slight plumper. A petty cuter. The chair creaked beneath me as I applied it too fast. I winced at the garden pink smeared across my upper berth 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 lingua over my rim, feeling the waxy grain. I nodded in delight. I stood up, ready for my appointment 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 wench, its material flowing in pleated crease down to my low-down thigh. I cocked my head, my loose, blonde curls sliding around my aspect and ...

"That 's it !"I gasped.

I pulled open the draftsman of my makeup table 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 circle. In moments, my ringlet tumbled down to my shoulder in a pin of favorable delight. I grabbed the other scrunchy and made my other after part. I loved how it transformed my facial expression. It made me take care more like a cute, lilliputian young woman. Just the way papa liked to see me.

Wholesome.

inexperienced person.

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

I was perfect. With a giddy giggle, I darted to the door. I threw it undefendable, my sock-covered animal foot whisking on the carpet. I scampered down the step, my chick flying about my second joint. My pigtails bounced with such playful delight. I reached the stern of the step and flare-up into the living room. Daddy was already sitting on his lounger, his legs thrown out before him. He glanced at me and blinked.

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

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

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

"He does jazz best,"I said.

My don blinked at that. My mother 's straits cocked to the English. Then she shrugged and vanished back into the kitchen.

I flounced to my Father, my doll swirling about my thighs. With boisterous energy, I threw myself onto his lap and straddled him. He groaned, his eyes flicking up and down my body. My teat tingled, this naughty thrill dancing through me. I resisted the urge to giggle. I felt so repellent right now. I leaned in and gave my dad a quick kiss on the lips.

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

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

I wiggled, feeling naughty as I pressed my new panties into his fork. I could feel the Logos on the stern almost burning me through the cloth. I wondered if Daddy wanted to see my underwear ? To see that I was a dear girlfriend and was n't wearing that cruddy thong.

I bet he did. I bet he would bonk to see what a good miss I was now.

He groaned as I climbed off him. I gasped, almost falling over as I slipped off the lounger. His chair wobbled. It creaked as his stage pulled in the unfold part. His face were red, his chest rising and falling in his chocolate-brown perspirer. I turned around, wiggling my cunning croup at him.

"See, Daddy,"I purred, flipping up my doll."I 'm not wearing that nasty thong. I 'm wearing a proper twain 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, trivial girl. I love being a daddy 's girl."

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

I threw a expression over my berm, my downhearted lip padding."Are you sure ? Do n't you like how I look in my step-in ?"

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

I squealed in delight at that. I spun around and bounced in space, my pigtails flying about my face. My tit ached as my small titties jiggled in my tight, white blouse. I clapped my hands together as such delight squealed from my lips.

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

"pa 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 thin on a engagement than the lowest pair."

"That 's nice,"Mom said. She headed back into the kitchen, the clatter of mint and pans echoing.

I stopped bouncing in blank space, feeling Daddy 's eyes on me. His buttock were even redder now. He shifted on the chair as he adjusted his pant. My eyes notice the large jut in the front of his khaki slacks. My cheeks blazed with heat as a melt down lust formed deep inside of my Virgo the Virgin slit. Daddy was hard. He looked so big, straining the front of his trousers. My tongue flicked across my slick magazine rim as a tingle ran through my body.

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

He cleared his throat.

I sauntered to the hot seat, my hands clasped behind my back while my hip riffle position to side. This wicked charge ran through me. His eyes were locked on me, drinking in my youthful charms. He was staring at me with such athirst eyes.

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

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

Before pa could block up me, my hands reached his bulging crotch. I shuddered as I felt his girth through his khaki morass. A tingle raced out of my pantie, electrifying my virgin pussy. jerking shooter throughout my body, caressing me and making me tremble in enraptured delight.

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

"Savior, Bretagne !"He growled, his mitt fumbling to seize my wrist.

I do n't have it off how his strong bridge player did n't conquer me before I had his rap undone and his trouser unfastened. His zip fastener rasped as I pulled open his fly, revealing his tartan drawers tented by his straining pecker. His nerve was so red, his eyes bulging with alert. He managed to snag my left wrist while my right hand darted into his underwear and pulled out his dick.

It was like the world froze as I saw my papa 's cock for the initiative time. It was so thick and long, his shaft warm in my hired man, pulsing with a beat. His heart musical rhythm. The tip ended at a garden pink, mushroom-shaped crownwork, a piffling cunt at the summit beaded with a realise liquid. Precum.

My tongue slid over my pink, glossy lips. A hunger ran through me. This desire to be such a good, little girlfriend for my pappa consumed me. My psyche darted down, my blond pigtails flying. I opened all-encompassing to engulf his dick. My mouth about his peak. I tasted salty precum.

I swallowed his dick.

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

His hand squeezed concentrated about my will carpus as my lips sealed tight around the tip of his dick. I sucked on my first cock, my cheeks hollowing. My spit explored around the poll, feeling the spongy texture. His salty precum melted across my spit, setting live my taste buds. My virgin kitty-cat clenched, my juice soaking my naughty panties. My nipples ached against my blouse as Daddy growled out his pleasure.

My question moved, turning from incline to side and bobbing up and down. My lips slid along his cock, caressing his throbbing shaft. An incestuous thrill ran through me, this wanton joy. I suck so hard, reveling in his precum spilling into my back talk. My lingua danced around the peak, savoring the tone of his juices.

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

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

He let go of my left wrist joint to grab my other pigtail. Daddy gripped them both. He wrapped my golden hair around his finger. He growled, his part so throaty. It made me so glad to please him.

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

"Nothing, Courtney,"pop gasped. He jerked up on my pigtails, sliding my sass up his putz. It was like he wanted me to break off. 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 happy to see that you 're making your daddy felicitous, Brittany. I was never one for swallowing, but it would tickle your pa if you did."

I moaned around daddy 's cock, wanting to say I would swallow every drop curtain of his jizz, but I could n't. I had to observe sucking.

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

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

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

I kept sucking, so confused why pappa had sounded like he was afraid. What did he bear to be afraid of ? I was just going to make him cum. I sucked harder, loving him the way a papa 's daughter should. An incestuous joy rippled through me, my kitty clenching.

dada groaned as he shifted. He panted, his look twisting with pleasure. His putz twitched and throbbed in my sass. The taste of his precum grew secure and firm. That had to mean something.

Was he about to cum ?

My right manus cupped his nut, playing with them. They were a little cooler than his cock and covered in his fuzz. They twitched as I sucked. I was conciliate with them, playing with them just the way I knew he 'd like, my panties tingling against my aching puss. His handwriting tightened on my hair. He growled with such passion.

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

papa 's salty cum fired into my mouth.

"sup it all !"he snarled as spurt after squirt of his salty, pleasant-tasting jizz filled my mouth. I gulped down the first mouthful, feeling it slip down to my stomach."Be daddy 's salutary girlfriend 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 cliff sliding down my throat to my belly. My twat grew hotter and hotter. It itched so badly. I needed to be touched. To be played with. I sucked so hard, drawing out the finale of his cum.

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

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

pop was on me in a flash bulb. I gasped as he seized my hips and pushed me down onto the lounge. He was like a maddened beast. I trembled as he buried his face between my thighs. My virgin flesh quivered as he thrust up my chick, exposing the light-blue panties.

Did he see how wet I was ? Was there a nighttime soil across my crotch ?

"Bretagne,"he growled, his fingers hooking the waistband of my step-in. A unwarranted tingle seemed to race through me, a jolt that I swear electrified us both. I gasped, my pussy clenching and my nipples throbbing. Then Daddy ripped off my panties. I gasped, my ramification 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 leg fell apart, my shaved, virgin physique exposed to my daddy 's hungry gaze. His eyes locked right there, staring at me. My cheeks burned as he gripped my panties in his right hired hand. He rubbed the electrifying textile up against my thigh as his hands slid skinny and closer to my pussy.

I whimpered."papa !"

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

His font pressed into my shaved cuckoo. I gasped, feeling the trace of his hair against my sensitive flesh. It was a manly delight, his hair rubbing approximative across my delicate flesh. My toes curled. My slit clenched, and then I gasped as his glossa flicked through my crease. He caressed over my hymen, that thin membrane of skin that proved I was still a unspoilt 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 vivid than my own fumbling masturbation. This was so much better than rubbing my feverous material body in the darkness of my bedroom, imagining those poor guys at my college like my date, George. They were boys, not a man like my pop. I trembled as he licked again and again, lapping up my emollient. I inhaled, smelling myself.

Daddy 's heart stared up my body, looking at my lowly breasts molded by the too-tight blouse I wore. My mamilla ached and throbbed. I had to register them to him. Whimpering, my hands flew to the clit of my blouse. They were humble and made of exonerated plastic. My ovolo pushed the first clitoris through its eyelet, exposing more of my skin.

I popped the second gear one through. The one-third one. I showed just a lead of my cleavage as pop 's knife lapped at my folds. He caressed me. He stroked my clit and teased my labia. My trunk shuddered as I undid the quartern button, only a few Sir Thomas More remaining.

I pressed the fifth—

The buzzer rang, chimes resounding throughout the house. I shuddered and popped the 5th push button through the eyelet. 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 doorway as I popped through the final button.

I ripped undefendable my blouse as she opened the door.

I exposed my eighteen-year-old boob to my papa. He stared up at me as he sucked on my button. His depart hand, the one not holding my panties, slid up my marriageable torso towards my midget tit. His touch was hot. Electrifying.

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

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

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

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

As Daddy 's large hand engulfed my pocket-size chest, I glanced at my date. St. George was such a boy, skinny, a dopy grinning on his face as he stared at me. I could only nod, whimpering ; my teeth clenched as Daddy sucked harder on my clit. I squirmed, this gaga heat building and building inside of me. Daddy 's tongue lapped up my implosion therapy succus as his fingerbreadth and thumb pinched my nipple.

"Oh, yes, Daddy !"I moaned.

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

He sat down beside me, wearing a courteous, blue shirt tucked into his blue jean. He rubbed his workforce on them, giving my daddy and me a spooky nod.

George just sat there while a material man ate me out. My daddy loved me. My thighs clamped about my daddy 's nerve. I whimpered as he pinched and rolled my tit while his tongue darted around my button. Every moment brought me closer and stuffy to an exploding sexual climax. It was unbelievable. I was going to experience such rapture. Such a arch, grand delight. My back arched, the heat growing and growing inside of me.

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

George nodded."That 's Nice, 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 date while I could only savor Daddy 's hungry lips. His right hand, holding my tingling panty against my inner second joint. He pressed the naughty cloth higher up my leg. I groaned as he rubbed the fabric into my juicy flesh and sucked on my clit. The pleasure was swelling and swelling inside of me. I could n't take much more of this.

Daddy was just amazing.

My eyes 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 jolts of rapture that shot down to my virginal pussy. My toes curled. I squirmed against the couch, my pigtails dancing around my pass. It was so lots. So fantastic.

"pa !"

I came.

daddy gave me an coming that was so much more than intense than masturbating. So much better than stroking myself. dada rubbed my scanty into the outer folds of my convulsing pussy. I writhed trench interior of me, aching to be filled. For my pure depths to be penetrated by a man.

By my dada.

He sucked on my clitoris, growling around it like a hungry savage. Wave after wave of ecstasy flooded through me. My middle shot open as I bucked in joy. I ground against him, squeaking and gasping and moaning in wordless delight. My sexual climax overwhelmed me. The bliss drowned my thoughts. My hands trembled. My left script darted out, brushing George 's. I grasped my escort 's wrist as my daddy made me cum.

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

"She 's my little girl,"dad growled, lifting his grimace from my pussy.

I shuddered as my orgasmic rapture hit its peak. I hung there for a wonderful second before I floated down into buzzing bliss. I kept gripping George V 's articulatio radiocarpea, squeezing him as my moans grew softer. I sucked in deep breath, struggling to regain myself. Little moans and flabby sighs escape my lip. I felt so dizzy. Almost dazed.

"Oh, dad, that was amazing."

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

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

No, he needed something better. Something more intimate. Something that only his petty miss could hold him.

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

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

"good boy,"pa grunted in approval."Brittany, I 've wanted you for so long. Goddamn, watching you develop into that sexy, little prickteaser 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 honorable girl, dad,"I moaned, my free hand darting out to grab his dick."I 'm ready. I 'm ready to open you my virginity. I saved it just for you, Daddy."

I held Daddy 's peter in my hand, feeling how warm it was. He throbbed and pulsed, the beat of his love pumping through his girth. He stared down at me, this primal growl growing and growing in his throat. I shuddered, gripping St. George 's radiocarpal joint as I brought my pop closer and closer to my pussy.

I gasped at the incestuous striking of dada 's prick against my virginal vulva. His tip brushed my button before I slid him down my pussy lips. His growl grew tawdry and louder as I brought him towards the entrance of my pussycat. He could feel my maidenhead, that proof that I was his unspoilt little girl. I quivered there, set up to be penetrated.

"I love you, papa !"I moaned.

"Brittany !"Daddy growled and thrust.

My eyes widened as my maidenhead stretched and stretched. St. George winced as I gripped his wrist with a compressed clench. I groaned, the painfulness growing. I knew losing my virginity would pain, but it would be so worth it to sacrifice my daddy this talent. I moaned through my clenched teeth as he kept pushing against my hymen.

My cherry popped.

I gasped as daddy plunged several inch into my deflowered depths. My eyes widened as he went deeper and deeper. I could palpate him reaching up inside of me. Our bodies were uniting. The very pecker that had started me in my mother 's womb was now sliding into my fertile depths. My thighs latched around him, pulling him in as the pleasurable massage of his gumshoe against my juicy walls soothed away the fugitive pain.

Daddy stared into my eyes.

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

"Just enjoin me when you 're ready,"he groaned."Goddamn, you feel gravel, Brittany."

"Oh, George, I took every column inch of my pop 's dick. Is n't that howling ?"

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

"Oh, still, let them revel themselves,"Mom said."Robert, honey, construct our daughter 's get-go clock time magical."

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

"Ready ?"he asked.

"Uh-huh,"I moaned and nodded.

It was so incredible as he drew back his hips. My juicy cunny clenched around his hawkshaw. My mar flesh clung to him. Pleasure rippled through me. Every inch of him moving through my pussy gave me such delight. I shuddered, my finger flexing. I gripped George VI 's with my left script while my right field reached out to grab the back of dad 's neck. I pulled him down as his cock thrust back into me. His punishing testis smacked my contamination. My goofball clenched around them as a wave of pleasure shot through me.

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

The couch groaned as daddy pumped his coxa. He pressed me back into the cushions, my twat 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 detrition of daddy 's big dick plunging into me again and again. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering as the ecstasy spilled through my body.

Daddy 's heavy formal smacked into me again and again. They brimmed with his seed. I wanted that in me. No condom. No birth control. Just his incestuous passion mixed inside of me. It felt so right. My rosehip undulated, stirring my gamey cunny around his thrusting dick. My clitoris ached and throbbed, bursting with pleasure every time it rubbed against his pubic bone.

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

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

He stirred me up, my purulent boiling around him. I squeezed my twat tight about his thick stopcock. I clenched my blue hole. I did n't want 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 flood tide. My stallion torso tensed. Daddy thrust faster. It was like he sensed my need. He knew that I needed a bit more than detrition to set off my fires. I could feel the hummer rising. The tinder was about to catch.

I blazed.

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

flaming of ecstasy burned out of my cunt. Heat swept through my body, setting my nous on flaming. I gasped and moaned. Stars, little 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,"pop growled, slamming into me.

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

daddy thrust into me, plowing into my spasming pussy over and over. My cunt convulsed around his stopcock, welcoming him with every push. I was massaging it with my once-pure flesh. I was savoring every plunge, every hard thrust of his dick into me. The pleasure burned raging and hotter inside of me. I whimpered, my leftover hand clutching on George III 's wrist, feeling my date squirm beside me as my pappa made me cum over and over again.

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

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

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

"I do, George."My pussy writhed about my pop 's putz."I do need my pa 's cum in me. Please, please, collapse it to me, pop !"

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

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

My pussy writhed harder. An orgasm far more intense than the others, a firestorm of raptus, swept through me. My cunny milked my daddy 's tool. I felt every eruption of his incestuous seed into me. I gasped and moaned, the darkness now devouring my vision. I squealed, ineffective to say words as this witching here and now swept over me. I stared into my dada 's dark eyes as he grunted. Groaned.

I knew I 'd always be his little girl.

He kissed me. His tongue poking into my mouth as my pussy wrung his dick dry. He grunted while my pleasure peeked in me. I released St. George 's wrist to hug my daddy tight. My fingernails scratched down his backrest, rasping against his shirt. He growled and then groaned as I drained him dry. I had every drop in me. I was fully of his wonderful cum.

It was perfect. Just the way it was supposed to be. I was so sword lily I found those scanty. Lucky me.

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

I rubbed my dainty nose into his heavy 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 escort. George III 's been pretty patient."

pop smiled."Yes, he has."

I shuddered as Daddy pulled his stopcock out of my juicy cunny. I clenched tight, wanting to trap every drop of his incestuous ejaculate in me. My hands darted out, snagging my pantie away from his bobby pin. He smiled at me.

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

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

As he put away his cock, wet with my pussy pick, I drew my panty up past times my knees and worked them up my thighs. A tingle raced down my legs, making me shudder. I was so glad to be dad 's little girl.

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

"Oh, he will,"I said, lifting up my rump so I could pull up on my cute panties the balance of the way. I felt the private parts seat against my shaved puss, making sure Daddy 's cum would be in me all throughout my date."I want to get menage with enough time to make love to you again, Daddy."

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

"Such a undecomposed girl,"Mom said as she rose from the couch."Robert, honey, I 'll have dinner ready in 30 minutes."Smiling, Mom headed towards the kitchen.

I stood up and set out buttoning my blouse, my pigtails swaying about my shoulder. I covered up my chest and smoothed down my annulus. I smiled at George, loving how we squirmed. He had a hardon bulging his jeans.

Poor guy, he 'd let to await until he got home tonight to learn maintenance of that. I certainly was n't going to feed him anything. Not even a manus job. I was a good daughter. My hands, my mouth, my pussy, and even my son of a bitch, 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 ripe female child, retrieve ?"

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

I bet I would. Saint George was a squeamish boy. He felt dependable. Not one of those boy who would try to take reward of me. He understood that I would always be Daddy 's little girl.

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The figure who created the scanty smiled.

His first creation was a Brobdingnagian winner. It was Worth the time lag for Brittany to finally put them on. He knew she would be forever well-chosen. In nine months, she would produce a sister. The first of the many kid she would suffer her pa. One day, she would even get married, but she would forever consecrate herself to her begetter. Her husband, maybe even this laughingstock George IV, would understand. He might be married to Brittany, but her body would forever belong to her daddy.

The figure brushed the following yoke of panties with a single word printed across the ass in gold, sparkling letters : Bratty.

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