Mind-Control Panties

news report One : Incestuous Awakening

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

short letter : Thanks to Ricochet for beta reading material this !

In a sure center, in a wearable fund frequented by the local college girls, a figure wandered.

Nondescript. The eccentric of someone no one would ever look at twice. The physical body drifted through the store, browsing the shelves, glancing at the ware. Trendy vesture. Flashy and lustrous, full of pastel colors. The figure paused at one display with a natural selection of panties covered in salacious slogans printed across the backside, designed to hug the business firm, toned seat of a girl budding into her sexuality. The figure, with a casual gesture, added its own panties to the stack. One with its own especial phrase written upon it.

pop 's Girl.

The public figure continued on. An observer would have hardly noticed that anything had happened. The light-blue panty with the pinko lettering did n't place upright out at amid the others.

It was n't long before a gaggle of unseasoned adult female, eighteen or nineteen, entered the store. Their bright laughter echoed through the retail space as they attacked the wearable racks like a plenty of hungry piranha. Only, no marauder was ever as succulent of these nubile, offspring things.

One of them, a eighteen-year-old sophomore named Brittany Smith, was looking for the perfect outfit. Her blonde hair fell loose about her round fount, her lip plump and covered in a shiny, tap lip colour. She had a beauty mark on her upper lip, her blue eyes bright as she stumbled with her supporter, gossiping, enjoying the vitality of youth.

The laughter increased when they reached the display with the step-in. They giggled in embarrass delight at the racy set phrase. They joked about accidentally flashing their panties and letting this or that cute guy see the enticing phrases printed in garish letters across their rumps.

Bretagne 's gaze fell on the light-blue scanty with the garden pink 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 Fatherhood was. Henry Martyn Robert Smith was a man with unattackable popular opinion about how his daughter should act. Opinions Brittany nearly definitely did not share.

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

Something naughty.

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

Buzzing with a euphoric high as Bretagne imagined wearing these for her new swain, Stephen, she snagged them up and rushed to the cash register.

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

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< strong > Brittany Smith < /strong >

A aflutter flicker ran through me. I had my first of all date with St. George Harvey tonight. I was giddy with excitement. He was such a stud. So much better than Brad, whom I 'd dumped last hebdomad when I caught him texting that skank Miranda Brenner. George was definitely unspoiled than that gimpy Stephen. Why did I ever think dating him would be fun ? He had become way too much like my Fatherhood, wanting to hold in me.

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

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

George II would be here soon. I was so eagre to be picked up. The older boy was exciting. I could n't wait to exhibit him just how grown-up I could be. It was finally metre for me to miss my virginity.

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

The bell rang.

I gasped, a jolt of shock running through me. George III was too soon. I was supposed to have another thirty minutes to make sure I was perfect. That my blonde hair's-breadth was falling in unadulterated wafture around my brass, that my constitution was sultry and exciting, and that my kit fit me perfectly. I was wearing my new G-string, the slim strap of material buried between the peachy-coloured curves of my bubbly ass.

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

I darted downstairs, my metrical foot slapping on the whole step, my youthful breasts jiggling in my top. The fabric rubbed against my pith, sending commove chill down to my pussycat. I was set for this night. I was eager—

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

I let out a squeak of fright. Why was my sire home early ? He did n't get off employment 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 cunning outfit, disapproval crossing his stuffy typeface. color spotted his cheek as his nostrils flared. I froze on the steps, clutching the down banister, my heart thundering beneath my breasts.

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

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

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

"Growing up into what ?"he demanded.

ira gibe through me. He thought that I was a whore.

"I 'm tog for my day of the month, Father,"I said with a frosty timber to my vocalization."He 's going to be here any minute."

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

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

"Now, beloved,"Mom said, her part gentle."That doll is a short short. I mean ... What is your date going to imagine ?"

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

"Sexy ?"Daddy growled."Sexy ?"

His withering glare fell upon me. I trembled, swallowing. I wanted to melt away. It was an unintimidated gaze. His brownish eyes were intense. He may look mild-mannered in his beige drop-off and sweater, but he still had that armed forces bearing. He worked in an office now, but ...

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

"You 're not all missy. 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 roof, so long as I pay your bills, including that damn speech sound you spend all your time messing around on, then you 're going to dress how I say !"

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

He arched an eyebrow at me.

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

"By all way, go out there dressed like that and see how cracking your life history is without that little box."He stood aside, sweeping his arm."After all, you 're practically an grownup. There is an entire creation out there waiting for you. line of work. Bills."

"But ..."my lower lip quivered.

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

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

"good,"Dad said, nodding.

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

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

I stared into his optic, refusing to look away. Fury boiled through me. He looked so sedate. A rock. It shook me up, my anger faltering. I trembled, swallowing. Was he unplayful ? Would he really lug my cute body into a shapeless burqa ? My eyes watered as I forced them to bide give. My base squirmed.

He was relentless. Unfeeling.

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

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

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

"Want to take in me garnish like a little missy ?"I hissed in annoyance.

Then I remembered the perfect twosome of panties. That would indicate him.

I whirled around and darted for my toilet table. I grabbed the fine-tune, tweed boss and yanked it open. My panties and bras shifted around inside from the violence of my action. My gaze darted around the dainty garments. Then, I spotted what I was looking for. Light-blue fabric. Some of the pinko letters showing. I grinned. I shoved my helping hand beneath my annulus, hooking the waistband of my new thong, and ripped it down my second joint. My skirt swayed. I could finger it dancing over the impudence of my plump ass. I stepped out of the delicacy panties, my blood boiling.

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

I unfolded the especial step-in, nodding in atonement at the survey of the pink missive."Daddy 's Girl."They made me tingle just thinking about wearing them. I would drop off my virginity tonight wearing these scanty. I would discombobulate myself at George.

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

My blond hair danced about my grimace as I shoved my right foot through the leg kettle of fish. Then I thrust my pass on leg through the early. I worked that Amytal, cotton/poly blended fabric up my thigh. It whisked against my skin, caressing me. A naughty tingle raced up to my vulva, electrifying my button. I shuddered as I wiggled it up my thighs. I pulled it over my arse, the fork subsidence against my shave, pure pussy.

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

I stared at myself in the mirror, my environ half-bunched around my waist, my pilus swaying easy about my shoulder. My backtalk were just glossy maroon. This vibrant, bold 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 move fast. What was up with this skirt I was wearing ? Daddy would n't care how short it was. The hemline barely covered anything.

My nerve blushed a bright scarlet. My virgin kitty-cat tingled as I quickly ripped off the skimpy bird. As I did, movement caught my gaze. I gasped at the great deal of my top in my mirror. I could see my pap through the cloth. Why was n't I wearing a bra ? The fabric clung to my small breasts. 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 coxa, studying my design. The light-blue fabric of the step-in molded to my rump, the letters, showing up in a perverse text across my ass, looked so cunning. I giggled, wiggling my rose hip. The panties were so reliable.

I was a dada 's girl.

Humming, I found that pink skirt Mom recommended. It was perfect. So precious. Daddy would be intimate it. I stepped into it and worked it up my legs quickly. I did n't have much clip. My firm, Whitney Moore Young Jr. knocker jiggled. I zipped up the skirt.

My hips shook as my hands slid over my vapid venter. I considered what to wear with the annulus. I needed a perfect top for my particular date. I did n't have time to find a bra, but I remembered the exact blouse I needed. It was a E. B. White blouse, something a schoolgirl would wear.

Perfect.

I fetched the white blouse out of my closet while bubbling with agitation. 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 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 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 torso. It was a niggling old, something I had n't worn in a few eld, but it still fit. Barely. The fabric molded to me. I groaned, seeing my teat 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 make-up table, needing to take off this trashy lip rouge. Whatever possessed me to purchase this whorish hue ? I grabbed a quick study 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 cause ... sex with him.

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

My mettle racing, my blonde hair dancing, I worked fast. I was so aware of the fourth dimension. Not often prison term 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, lenient pink. Bubblicious Delight. I uncapped it, applying the paler specter on my lips. It brought out my natural color, making my mouth seem a little plumper. A piffling 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 paper and quickly scrubbed it away. I touched up my sassing, then smacked them against the tissue to get off the excess.

I ran my tongue over my sass, feeling the waxy texture. I nodded in delight. I stood up, ready for my engagement 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 dame, its textile flow in pleated fold down to my lower thigh. I cocked my school principal, my loose, blonde curls sliding around my typeface and ...

"That 's it !"I gasped.

I pulled open the drawer of my makeup tabular array and snagged the first two pink scrunches I could find. I grabbed my hairsbreadth, gathering one-half of it up into a pigtail, and wrapped it up with the stretchy band. In second, my whorl tumbled down to my articulatio humeri in a fall of aureate delight. I grabbed the other scrunchy and made my former prat. I loved how it transformed my boldness. It made me look more like a cute, little young lady. Just the way dad liked to see me.

Wholesome.

inexperienced person.

Not the sorting who would surrender her virginity on a escort with a boy.

I was complete. With a giddy giggle, I darted to the door. I threw it assailable, my sock-covered feet whisking on the carpet. I scampered down the steps, my bird flying about my thighs. My pigtails bounced with such playful delight. I reached the bottom of the stair and fusillade into the living room. pappa was already sitting on his recliner, his legs thrown out before him. He glanced at me and blinked.

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

He nodded his forefront."There 's my daughter,"he said."My piffling girl."

Mom peeked her school principal out from the kitchen."Oh, you just look so darling,"she said."Brittany, I 'm so gladiolus that you 're listening to your father."

"He does know skilful,"I said.

My begetter blinked at that. My female parent 's top dog cocked to the side. Then she shrugged and vanished back into the kitchen.

I flounced to my Father of the Church, my skirt swirling about my thigh. With unruly vigor, I threw myself onto his lap and straddled him. He groaned, his middle flicking up and down my body. My nipples tingled, this naughty quiver dancing through me. I resisted the itch to giggle. I felt so wicked rightfield now. I leaned in and gave my dad a quick kiss on the lips.

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

"Yeah,"he said, with a throaty nisus in his voice. He looked stunned. 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 panties into his crotch. I could feel the Christian Bible on the hindquarters almost burning me through the cloth. I wondered if Daddy wanted to see my underwear ? To see that I was a in force daughter and was n't wearing that filthy thong.

I bet he did. I bet he would know to see what a honest girl I was now.

He groaned as I climbed off him. I gasped, almost falling over as I slipped off the reclining chair. His chairwoman wobbled. It creaked as his branch pulled in the drawn-out share. His cheeks were red, his chest rebellion and falling in his dark-brown sweater. I turned around, wiggling my cunning rump at him.

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

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

What was faulty with my daddy ?

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

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

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

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

I squealed in delight at that. I spun around and bounced in plaza, my pigtails flying about my face. My nipples ached as my little bosom jiggled in my tight, ashen blouse. I clapped my hands together as such delight squealed from my lips.

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

"Daddy loves my new scanty,"I purred.

"No, I do n't,"pappa quickly said."I just ... thought they were more allow for her to fag on a date than the lowest pair."

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

I stopped bouncing in space, feeling Daddy 's middle on me. His cheeks were even redder now. He shifted on the chair as he adjusted his pants. My eyes notice the large bulge in the front of his khaki slump. My buttock blazed with heat as a molten lust formed mysterious inside of my virgin kitty. Daddy was hard. He looked so big, straining the front of his trousers. My tongue flicked across my glossy lips as a shiver ran through my body.

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

He cleared his throat.

I sauntered to the professorship, my hand clasped behind my back while my hips wave side to side. This wicked thrill ran through me. His center were locked on me, drinking in my youthful 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 aid you out."

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

Before Daddy could halt me, my hired man reached his bulging crotch. I shuddered as I felt his girth through his khaki slacks. A prickling raced out of my scanty, electrifying my virgin twat. Jolts shot throughout my body, caressing me and making me tremble in ecstatic delight.

I would get to dad so happy. Be such a upright, small girl.

"Redeemer, Brittany !"He growled, his custody fumbling to grab my wrist.

I do n't know how his strong bridge player did n't usurp me before I had his belt undone and his pants unfastened. His zipper rasped as I pulled open his fly, revealing his plaid boxer tented by his straining cock. His face was so red, his centre bulging with alarm. 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 daddy 's cock for the first time. It was so dense and longsighted, his beam of light warm in my hand, pulsing with a beat. His heart beat. The tip ended at a pink, mushroom-shaped crown, a little slit at the superlative beaded with a acquit liquid. Precum.

My knife slid over my pink, glossy lips. A hunger ran through me. This desire to be such a unspoiled, small miss for my dad consumed me. My head darted down, my blond pigtails flying. I opened wide to engulf his dick. My mouth about his pennant. I tasted salty precum.

I swallowed his dick.

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

His handwriting squeezed surd about my left wrist as my lip sealed tight around the tip of his dick. I sucked on my first off cock, my cheek hollowing. My spit explored around the jacket, feeling the spongy texture. His salty precum melted across my tongue, setting awake my penchant buds. My virgin pussy clenched, my juices soaking my naughty panties. My tit ached against my blouse as Daddy growled out his pleasure.

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

"You 're going to get me in so practically worry,"he growled, his left mitt grabbing my right pigtail."Your female parent 's in the kitchen. Oh, god, Breiz !"

The joy my dad felt wind up me. I was pleasing him. I was making him finger so good. This was rattling. I sucked harder, making these risque slurping sounds. My twaddle dribbled down his shaft as I bobbed my caput.

He let go of my impart articulatio radiocarpea to snap up my other pigtail. Daddy gripped them both. He wrapped my golden hair around his digit. He growled, his voice so throaty. It made me so happy to delight him.

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

"nil, Courtney,"daddy gasped. He jerked up on my pigtails, sliding my sass up his putz. It was like he wanted me to stop. Why ?

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

I moaned around daddy 's cock, wanting to say I would unsay every bead of his jizz, but I could n't. I had to keep sucking.

"Courtney ?"dad groaned, his grip relaxing on my pigtails. It allowed me to take on Sir Thomas More of his cock in my mouth. I slid my lips down his length, loving him the full 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 genital organ of my arch panties.

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

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

I kept sucking, so lost why daddy had sounded like he was afraid. What did he sustain to be afraid of ? I was just going to make water him cum. I sucked harder, loving him the way a daddy 's little girl should. An incestuous pleasure rippled through me, my pussy clenching.

dad groaned as he shifted. He panted, his cheek twisting with delight. His dick twitched and throbbed in my sass. The sense of taste of his precum grew warm and potent. That had to think of something.

Was he about to cum ?

My justly hand cupped his balls, playing with them. They were a trivial tank than his cock and covered in his pilus. They twitched as I sucked. I was aristocratic with them, playing with them just the way I knew he 'd like, my panties tingling against my aching cunt. His deal tightened on my hair. He growled with such passion.

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

Daddy 's salty cum fired into my mouth.

"swallow it all !"he snarled as spurt after spurt of his salty, pleasant-tasting jizz filled my oral fissure. I gulped down the kickoff taste, feeling it slide down to my stomach."Be daddy 's good little girl and take back every fucking drop."

I did.

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

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

I sucked one last time to make sure I had every drop, then I popped my mouth off him. I straightened up, staring at him with feverish eyes. Daddy, my slit 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 pelvic arch and pushed me down onto the couch. He was like a maddened wolf. I trembled as he buried his face between my thighs. My virgin flesh quivered as he thrust up my skirt, exposing the pale blue panties.

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

"Brittany,"he growled, his digit hooking the cincture of my pantie. A wild tingle seemed to slipstream through me, a jolt that I swear electrified us both. I gasped, my snatch clenching and my nipples throbbing. Then Daddy ripped off my panty. I gasped, my wooden leg flying up into the air. They were pressed together by the treat garment sliding up my alcoholic second joint, past my knees, and then over my slender calves.

My legs fell apart, my shaved, virgin figure exposed to my papa 's hungry gaze. His optic locked right there, staring at me. My cheeks burned as he gripped my pantie in his right-hand mitt. He rubbed the electrifying fabric up against my thighs as his handwriting slid cheeseparing and tightlipped to my pussy.

I whimpered."Daddy !"

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

His side pressed into my shaved twat. I gasped, feeling the shadow of his hair against my sensible physique. It was a manly joy, his hair rubbing rough across my delicate flesh. My toes curled. My pussy clenched, and then I gasped as his tongue flicked through my crease. He caressed over my hymen, that dilute membrane of cutis that proved I was still a proficient young woman. Then his spit flicked my clit.

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

It was so much more intense than my own fumbling masturbation. This was so practically better than rubbing my hectic build in the darkness of my bedroom, imagining those miserable guy at my college like my date, George. They were son, not a man like my Daddy. I trembled as he licked again and again, lapping up my cream. I inhaled, smelling myself.

Daddy 's optic stared up my body, looking at my lowly chest molded by the too-tight blouse I wore. My pap ached and throbbed. I had to register them to him. Whimpering, my hands flew to the buttons of my blouse. They were diminished and made of all the way charge plate. My thumb pushed the low gear button through its eyelet, exposing more than of my skin.

I popped the indorsement one through. The third one. I showed just a wind of my segmentation as papa 's tongue lapped at my folds. He caressed me. He stroked my clitoris and teased my labia. My eubstance shuddered as I undid the fourth push button, only a few More remaining.

I pressed the fifth—

The doorbell rang, chimes resounding throughout the house. I shuddered and popped the 5th button through the eyelet. My mother bustled out of the kitchen. She smiled at me as I undid the sixth button. She wiped her work force on a dishtowel she carried. She reached the room access as I popped through the final button.

I ripped open my blouse as she opened the door.

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

"Oh, you must be George IV,"my mom said at the doorway."I 'm afraid Bretagne is n't finished with her don yet. You can come inside. I 'm for sure you do n't mind being patient."

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

"Oh, no, I do n't heed waiting, Mrs. John Smith,"my particular 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 pop 's large hand engulfed my little breast, I glanced at my date. George I was such a boy, skinny, a goosy grin on his face as he stared at me. I could only nod, whimpering ; my teeth clenched as dad sucked harder on my clit. I squirmed, this natural state estrus building and building inside of me. Daddy 's tongue lapped up my implosion therapy juice as his finger and thumb pinched my nipple.

"Oh, yes, Daddy !"I moaned.

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

He sat down beside me, wearing a gracious, gentle shirt tucked into his denim. He rubbed his work force on them, giving my daddy and me a skittish nod.

St. George just sat there while a real number man ate me out. My pop loved me. My second joint clamped about my daddy 's grimace. I whimpered as he pinched and rolled my nipple while his natural language darted around my button. Every moment brought me closer and tightlipped to an exploding orgasm. It was incredible. I was going to receive such rapture. Such a wicked, tremendous joy. My back arched, the heat growing and growing inside of me.

"Oh, George, papa is going to piss me cum,"I moaned."He 's so skillful 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 manage what George had to say. Mom droned on and on, chit-chatting with my appointment while I could only savor Daddy 's hungry sassing. His right mitt, holding my tingling panties against my intimate thigh. He pressed the naughty cloth mellow up my leg. I groaned as he rubbed the fabric into my juicy flesh and sucked on my clitoris. 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 pussy clenched tight. Every one of his suction built and built the pressure inside of me. He twisted my nipple, adding jerking of ecstasy that shot down to my virgin pussy. My toes curled. I squirmed against the couch, my pigtails dancing around my head. It was so a good deal. So wonderful.

"pa !"

I came.

Daddy gave me an orgasm that was so much Sir Thomas More intense than masturbating. So much undecomposed than stroking myself. Daddy rubbed my pantie into the outer crimp of my convulsing pussy. I writhed thick interior of me, aching to be filled. For my double-dyed depths to be penetrated by a man.

By my daddy.

He sucked on my clit, growling around it like a hungry animal. Wave after wave of ecstasy flooded through me. My optic shot open as I bucked in delight. I ground against him, squeaking and gasping and moaning in unspoken pleasure. My orgasm overwhelmed me. The bliss drowned my thoughts. My deal trembled. My left 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 said as I gripped his wrist.

"She 's my little girl,"papa growled, lifting his fount 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 walking on air. I kept gripping George 's radiocarpal joint, squeezing him as my groan grew mild. I sucked in deep hint, struggling to regain myself. Little moans and soft sigh escape my backtalk. I felt so dizzy. Almost dazed.

"Oh, Daddy, that was amazing."

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

I flicked my clapper across my lip, debating blowing him.

No, he needed something better. Something Sir Thomas More intimate. Something that only his small girl could impart him.

"I 'm sorry, George III,"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 get to the moving-picture show. Go ahead, take aid of your daddy."

"Good boy,"Daddy grunted in commendation."Brittany, I 've wanted you for so long. Goddamn, watching you develop into that sexy, small 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 good girl, Daddy,"I moaned, my free manus darting out to seize his tool."I 'm ready. I 'm ready to give you my virginity. I saved it just for you, Daddy."

I held pappa 's cock in my helping hand, feeling how ardent it was. He throbbed and pulsed, the meter of his passion pumping through his girth. He stared down at me, this primal growling growing and growing in his pharynx. I shuddered, gripping George II 's wrist as I brought my pa closer and closer to my pussy.

I gasped at the incestuous contact of papa 's cock against my pure vulva. His tip brushed my clitoris before I slid him down my pussy mouth. His growl grew tatty and louder as I brought him towards the entree of my pussy. He could feel my hymen, that proof that I was his secure young lady. I quivered there, ready to be penetrated.

"I love you, Daddy !"I moaned.

"Brittany !"papa growled and thrust.

My center widened as my hymen stretched and stretched. George winced as I gripped his wrist with a smashed clinch. I groaned, the pain growing. I knew losing my virginity would hurt, but it would be so worth it to give my pop this gift. I moaned through my clenched tooth as he kept pushing against my hymen.

My cherry red popped.

I gasped as pop plunged several inches into my deflowered profundity. My eyes widened as he went deeper and deeper. I could feel him reaching up inside of me. Our bodies were uniting. The very rooster that had started me in my mother 's womb was now sliding into my fecund depth. My thighs latched around him, pulling him in as the gratifying massage of his dick against my juicy walls soothed away the momentary pain.

Daddy stared into my eyes.

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

"Just assure me when you 're fix,"he groaned."Goddamn, you feel amazing, Brittany."

"Oh, George, I took every inch of my daddy 's dick. Is n't that wonderful ?"

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

"Oh, stillness, let them enjoy themselves,"Mom said."Henry M. Robert, honey, earn our daughter 's first time magical."

"He is doing that, Mom,"I moaned as pop 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 naughty cunny clenched around his dick. My deflowered flesh clung to him. Pleasure rippled through me. Every column inch of him moving through my cunt gave me such delight. I shuddered, my finger flexing. I gripped George V 's with my left hand while my right reached out to grab the backrest of daddy 's neck. I pulled him down as his cock knife thrust back into me. His threatening egg smacked my taint. My twat clenched around them as a waving of pleasance shot through me.

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

The couch groaned as papa pumped his hip joint. He pressed me back into the shock, my pussy welcoming his every jabbing. I humped against him, my small boob jiggling. It was so incredible. Another orgasm built and built inside of me. My cunny fed on the friction of daddy 's big prick plunging into me again and again. I whimpered, my centre fluttering as the transport spilled through my body.

pop 's with child musket ball smacked into me again and again. They brimmed with his seeded player. I wanted that in me. No safe. No birth controller. Just his incestuous warmth mixed inside of me. It felt so right. My pelvic girdle undulated, stirring my blue cunny around his thrusting hawkshaw. 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 commodity,"Mom said."Is n't he, George ?"

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

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

I gasped and moaned, gripping George 's carpus as I came closer and closer to my climax. My intact body tensed. pappa thrust faster. It was like he sensed my need. He knew that I needed a bit more friction to set off my firing. I could find the heater rising. The kindling was about to catch.

I blazed.

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

Flames of rapture burned out of my twat. Heat swept through my torso, setting my nous on fire. I gasped and moaned. Stars, little arc that flared and died, danced before my eyes. My cunny spasmed and writhed about his tool 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 !"

Daddy jabbing into me, plowing into my spasming snatch over and over. My slit convulsed around his cock, welcoming him with every thrust. I was massaging it with my once-pure chassis. I was savoring every plunge, every firmly poking of his dick into me. The pleasure burned hotter and hotter inside of me. I whimpered, my left hand clutching on George I 's wrist, feeling my date wiggle beside me as my pop made me cum over and over again.

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

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

"Yeah, Mr. Kate Smith,"George groaned."Your girl needs it."

"I do, George."My pussycat writhed about my pa 's prick."I do require my daddy 's cum in me. Please, please, reach it to me, daddy !"

"Brittany, love !"Daddy growled, clutching those electrifying scanty in his hand. He slammed to the hilt in me. My small breast quivered as his chunk smacked into my taint.

I felt the number one spurt of Daddy 's hot cum release in my fertile depths.

My pussy 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 seed into me. I gasped and moaned, the iniquity now devouring my vision. I squealed, ineffectual to say words as this magical moment swept over me. I stared into my daddy 's coloured optic as he grunted. Groaned.

I knew I 'd always be his little girl.

He kissed me. His clapper thrust into my oral cavity as my snatch wrung his hammer dry. He grunted while my pleasure peeked in me. I released George I 's carpus to hug my daddy tight. My fingernails scratched down his back, rasping against his shirt. He growled and then groaned as I drained him dry. I had every drop cloth in me. I was total of his wonderful cum.

It was perfect. 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 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 pull up stakes on my particular date. George 's been pretty patient."

papa smiled."Yes, he has."

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

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

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

As he put away his cock, wet with my pussycat cream, I drew my panties up retiring my knees and worked them up my thighs. A shudder raced down my legs, making me shiver. I was so gladiola to be daddy 's little girl.

"And you, son, you better make my daughter back by ten,"pa growled at George.

"Oh, he will,"I said, lifting up my backside so I could pull on my cute panties the eternal sleep of the way. I felt the private parts prat against my shaved slit, making sure dad 's cum would be in me all throughout my date."I want to get domicile with enough time to do love to you again, Daddy."

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

"Such a dependable girl,"Mom said as she rose from the couch."Henry M. Robert, honey, I 'll have dinner ready in thirty minutes."grin, Mom headed towards the kitchen.

I stood up and start out buttoning my blouse, my pigtails swaying about my shoulders. I covered up my boob and smoothed down my skirt. I smiled at George, loving how we squirmed. He had a hardon bulging his jeans.

poor guy, he 'd own to waitress until he got home tonight to take care of that. I certainly was n't going to establish him anything. Not even a deal job. I was a good young lady. My hands, my mouthpiece, my twat, and even my prick, 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 girl, remember ?"

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

I bet I would. George was a nice boy. He felt safe. Not one of those son who would try to take advantage of me. He understood that I would always be Daddy 's little girl.

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The number who created the scanty smiled.

His first cosmos was a vast success. It was worth the time lag for Brittany to finally put them on. He knew she would be forever glad. In nine months, she would develop a baby. The starting time of the many small fry she would deport her daddy. One day, she would even get married, but she would forever kick in herself to her beginner. Her husband, maybe even this stooge George, would understand. He might be married to Brittany, but her body would forever belong to her daddy.

The public figure brushed the next twosome of panties with a single word printed across the rear in Au, sparkling missive : Bratty.

To be continued in the next taradiddle of Mind-Controlling Panties ...