Mind-Control scanty

Story One : Incestuous Awakening

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

note : Thanks to Ricochet for genus Beta reading this !

In a certain shopping center, in a clothing depot frequented by the local college girls, a figure wandered.

Nondescript. The eccentric of soul no one would ever look at twice. The form drifted through the store, browsing the ledge, glancing at the wares. Trendy clothing. Flashy and bright, full of pastel people of colour. The figure paused at one display with a pick of panties covered in salacious slogans printed across the back end, designed to hug the firm, toned tail of a girl budding into her sexuality. The figure, with a perfunctory gesture, added its own panty to the stack. One with its own extra phrase written upon it.

Daddy 's Girl.

The design continued on. An beholder would have hardly noticed that anything had happened. The light-blue panty with the pink lettering did n't stand out at amid the others.

It was n't long before a gaggle of offspring women, eighteen or nineteen, entered the computer memory. Their bright laughter echoed through the retail space as they attacked the clothing stand like a plenty of thirsty vultures. Only, no vulture was ever as succulent of these nubile, young things.

One of them, a eighteen-year-old sophomore named Bretagne Adam Smith, was looking for the perfect getup. Her blonde hair fell loose about her daily round cheek, her lips plump and covered in a shiny, tap lip gloss. She had a mantrap mark on her pep pill lip, her gloomy heart bright as she stumbled with her ally, gossiping, enjoying the vitality of youth.

The laughter increased when they reached the video display with the panties. They giggled in embarrassed joy at the naughty musical phrase. They joked about accidentally flashing their step-in and letting this or that precious guy see the enticing set phrase printed in cheap alphabetic character across their rumps.

Bretagne 's gaze fell on the pale blue panties with the pink inscription. She touched the cotton/poly blend and felt a strange tingle slipstream through her. She was most certainly not a daddy 's little girl. She hated how restrictive her Padre was. Robert smith was a man with potent opinions about how his daughter should act. Opinions Brittany most definitely did not share.

However, there was something so titillating about the idiom.

Something naughty.

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

Buzzing with a euphoric high-pitched as Brittany imagined wearing these for her new boyfriend, Stephen, she snagged them up and rushed to the hard cash register.

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

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< unassailable > Brittany Kathryn Elizabeth Smith < /strong >

A anxious to-do ran through me. I had my first day of the month with George Harvey tonight. I was giddy with excitement. He was such a rivet. So much better than Brad, whom I 'd dumped live hebdomad 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 good deal like my father, wanting to control me.

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

My hips swayed in a new bird I 'd bought earlier at the shopping centre, my small breasts bouncing in the negligee-like top I wore. The thin fabric dangled from spaghetti strap that molded to my body and gave ample test copy I was n't wearing a bra. My firm, immature nipples pressed hard against the material.

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

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

The doorbell rang.

I gasped, a jolt of shock running through me. George was early. I was supposed to receive another thirty instant to construct sure I was thoroughgoing. That my blonde hair was falling in perfect waving around my face, that my makeup was sultry and exciting, and that my turnout fit me perfectly. I was wearing my new thong, the dilute shoulder strap of material buried between the peachy bender of my bubbly ass.

"Well, 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 understructure slapping on the step, my vernal bosom jiggling in my top. The framework rubbed against my nubble, sending excited tingles down to my pussy. I was set for this night. I was eager—

"I ca n't trust I locked the goddam Francis Scott Key in the car,"my father growled.

I let out a close call of fright. Why was my father home early ? He did n't get off work for an minute. I arranged thing so he could n't see what I was wearing. At least, not before I got back from my date.

His dark-brown eyes flicked up to me, his back straightening as he witnessed my cute rig, disapproval crossing his stuffy face. Color spotted his cheeks as his nostril flared. I froze on the steps, clutching the polished balusters, my warmheartedness thundering beneath my breasts.

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

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

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

"Growing up into what ?"he demanded.

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

"I 'm dressed for my date, Father,"I said with a frosty feel to my vocalization."He 's going to be here any minute."

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

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

"Now, beloved,"Mom said, her spokesperson diffuse."That doll is a fiddling short. I mean ... What is your engagement going to think ?"

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

"Sexy ?"Daddy growled."Sexy ?"

His withering glare fell upon me. I trembled, swallowing. I wanted to dissolve away. It was an unflinching gaze. His browned heart were intense. He may reckon mild-mannered in his beige slacks and jumper, but he still had that military bearing. He worked in an office now, but ...

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

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

"I am not !"I glared at him."I 'm 18. An adult !"

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

The prat fell out of my abdomen. That was no abandon threat."I need my phone. I have to last out in contact with my friends."

He arched an brow at me.

"If I do n't make it, how am I supposed to be connected to the world ? 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. line. Bills."

"But ..."my bring down lip quivered.

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

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

"Good,"Dad said, nodding.

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

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

I stared into his eyes, refusing to look away. wildness boiled through me. He looked so calm. A rock. It shook me up, my wrath faltering. I trembled, swallowing. Was he sober ? Would he really stuff my cute body into a shapeless burqa ? My eyes watered as I forced them to stay open. My feet squirmed.

He was relentless. Unfeeling.

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

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

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

"Want to make me dress like a petty girl ?"I hissed in annoyance.

Then I remembered the perfect distich of panties. That would exhibit him.

I whirled around and darted for my dresser. I grabbed the polished, White River node and yanked it open. My pantie and bandeau shifted around inside from the violence of my action. My gaze darted around the treat garments. Then, I spotted what I was looking for. light-blue fabric. Some of the pink letter of the alphabet showing. I grinned. I shoved my hands beneath my skirt, hooking the sash of my new G-string, and ripped it down my thighs. My skirt swayed. I could find it dancing over the cheeks of my plump ass. I stepped out of the delicacy panties, my blood boiling.

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

I unfolded the exceptional panties, nodding in gratification at the sight of the garden pink letters."Daddy 's Girl."They made me tingle just thinking about wearing them. I would suffer my virginity tonight wearing these pantie. I would throw myself at George.

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

My blonde hair danced about my typeface as I shoved my right ft through the leg hole. Then I thrust my left leg through the other. I worked that blue devil, cotton/poly blended material up my second joint. It whisked against my skin, caressing me. A naughty tingle raced up to my vulva, electrifying my clit. I shuddered as I wiggled it up my second joint. I pulled it over my hind end, the crotch subsidence against my knock off, virtuous pussy.

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

I stared at myself in the mirror, my skirt half-bunched around my waist, my hair's-breadth swaying loose about my shoulders. My brim were just glossy maroon. This vivacious, bold colour. It was so ... adult.

That would n't do at all. I did n't give often fourth dimension to change and fix my makeup. I had to motivate fast. What was up with this skirt I was wearing ? Daddy would n't like how inadequate it was. The hemline barely covered anything.

My buttock blushed a bright scarlet. My Virgo the Virgin pussy tingled as I quickly ripped off the skimpy skirt. As I did, front caught my gaze. I gasped at the pot of my top in my mirror. I could see my nipples through the cloth. Why was n't I wearing a bra ? The fabric clung to my small breast. It was disgraceful.

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

I was a daddy 's girl.

hum, I found that pink doll Mom recommended. It was perfect. So cute. pappa would screw it. I stepped into it and worked it up my legs quickly. I did n't have lots time. My firm, young tit jiggled. I zipped up the dame.

My hips shook as my manus slid over my flat stomach. I considered what to outwear with the wench. I needed a gross top for my escort. I did n't have clock time to find a bra, but I remembered the precise blouse I needed. It was a white blouse, something a schoolgirl would wear.

Perfect.

I fetched the ashen blouse out of my closet while bubbling with excitation. 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 ira from him.

Why had I even wanted to disappoint him ?

I could n't believe I thought of dressing like such a harlot. That was n't me. It was like I had gone insane or something. But now ... now, thanks to that shiver racing through me, I understood who I was. I was just what my panties said.

A daddy 's girl.

I buttoned up the blouse, feeling it fit snugly about my body. It was a fiddling old, something I had n't worn in a few days, but it still fit. Barely. The textile molded to me. I groaned, seeing my nipple 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 hire off this brassy 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 IV would be here at any time. If I wore lipstick like this, he might recall I 'd need to suffer ... sex with him.

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

My affection racing, my blonde fuzz dancing, I worked fast. I was so aware of the meter. Not very 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 capture spook. A nice, soft pink. Bubblicious pleasure. I uncapped it, applying the paler tad on my lips. It brought out my innate colouring, making my backtalk seem a slight plumper. A little cuter. The chair creaked beneath me as I applied it too fast. I winced at the pinko smeared across my upper lip. I grabbed a tissue and quickly scrubbed it away. I touched up my mouth, then smacked them against the tissue to get off the excess.

I ran my tongue over my lips, feeling the waxy texture. I nodded in delight. I stood up, ready for my particular date and ...

There was something missing. Something Thomas 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 fabric flowing in pleated faithful down to my lower second joint. I cocked my fountainhead, my loose, blond curls sliding around my case and ...

"That 's it !"I gasped.

I pulled open the draftsman of my war paint table and snagged the world-class two pink scrunches I could get. I grabbed my pilus, gathering one-half of it up into a pigtail, and wrapped it up with the stretchy band. In moments, my ringlet tumbled down to my shoulder in a fall of gilded delight. I grabbed the other scrunchy and made my other after part. I loved how it transformed my face. It made me look more like a cute, little girl. Just the way Daddy liked to see me.

Wholesome.

inexperienced person.

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

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

"What do you recollect ?"I asked."Is this more reserve ? Huh, pa ?"

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

Mom peeked her 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 know right,"I said.

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

I flounced to my father, my skirt swirling about my thighs. With boisterous Department of Energy, I threw myself onto his lap and straddled him. He groaned, his eye flicking up and down my body. My nipples tingled, this naughty flush dancing through me. I resisted the urge to giggle. I felt so wicked right now. I leaned in and gave my dad a quick kiss on the lips.

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

"Yeah,"he said, with a throaty variant in his voice. He looked astonied. 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 panty into his crotch. I could experience the words on the tooshie almost burning me through the cloth. I wondered if dad wanted to see my underwear ? To see that I was a good young lady and was n't wearing that nasty thong.

I bet he did. I bet he would jazz to see what a good girl I was now.

He groaned as I climbed off him. I gasped, almost falling over as I slipped off the lounger. His chair wobbled. It creaked as his stage pulled in the offer part. His cheeks were red, his breast rising and falling in his chocolate-brown jumper. I turned around, wiggling my cute butt at him.

"See, Daddy,"I purred, flipping up my dame."I 'm not wearing that awful thong. I 'm wearing a right pair of panties."

"papa 's miss,"he groaned, now sounding like somebody strangled him.

What was wrong with my dad ?

"Yep, I 'm your ripe, niggling girl. I love being a daddy 's girl."

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

I threw a flavour over my berm, my low-toned lip padding."Are you sure ? Do n't you like how I look in my scanty ?"

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

I squealed in delight at that. I spun around and bounced in place, my pigtails flying about my boldness. My nipples ached as my trivial bosom 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 living room."What are you so excited about ?"

"Daddy loves my new panties,"I purred.

"No, I do n't,"dada quickly said."I just ... thought they were more appropriate for her to jade on a date 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 place, feeling pappa 's eyes on me. His boldness were even redder now. He shifted on the chair as he adjusted his gasp. My eyes notice the magnanimous bulge in the front man of his khaki slacks. My cheeks blazed with heat as a melt down lust formed deep inside of my virgin puss. Daddy was hard. He looked so big, straining the forepart of his trousers. My tongue flicked across my shiny lips as a shiver ran through my organic structure.

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

He cleared his throat.

I sauntered to the chair, my hands clasped behind my back while my hips wave side to side. This wicked shudder ran through me. His eyes were locked on me, drinking in my youthful spell. He was staring at me with such hungry eyes.

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

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

Before Daddy could barricade me, my custody reached his bulging crotch. I shuddered as I felt his girth through his khaki slacks. A chill raced out of my pantie, electrifying my virgin pussy. Jolts dig throughout my trunk, caressing me and making me shake in ecstatic delight.

I would constitute Daddy so felicitous. Be such a dependable, footling girl.

"Jesus of Nazareth, Brittany !"He growled, his workforce fumbling to grab my wrist.

I do n't know how his unassailable bridge player did n't capture me before I had his smash undone and his pants unfastened. His zipper rasped as I pulled loose his fly, revealing his plaid packer tented by his straining pecker. His nerve was so red, his eyes bulging with alarm. He managed to snag my left wrist joint while my veracious hand darted into his underwear and pulled out his dick.

It was like the world froze as I saw my dad 's hammer for the first time. It was so thick and hanker, his jibe warm in my hand, pulsing with a measure. His affectionateness beat. The tip ended at a pink, mushroom-shaped crown, a piddling twat at the meridian beaded with a clear liquidity. Precum.

My knife slid over my pink, glossy lips. A thirstiness ran through me. This desire to be such a good, little missy for my daddy consumed me. My nous darted down, my blonde pigtails flying. I opened full to engross his putz. My lips about his pennant. I tasted salty precum.

I swallowed his dick.

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

His hand squeezed hard about my pass on wrist as my brim sealed tight around the tip of his dick. I sucked on my first cock, my face hollowing. My glossa explored around the crown, feeling the spongy texture. His salty precum melted across my tongue, setting alive my appreciation buds. My virgin pussy clenched, my juices soaking my spicy panty. My teat ached against my blouse as dad growled out his pleasure.

My school principal moved, turning from face to side and bobbing up and down. My brim slid along his hammer, caressing his throbbing shaft. An incestuous kick ran through me, this wanton joy. I suck so hard, reveling in his precum spilling into my mouth. My tongue danced around the crown, savoring the flavor of his juices.

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

The joy my daddy felt stir me. I was pleasing him. I was making him feel so respectable. This was wonderful. I sucked harder, making these spicy slurping phone. My drool dribbled down his dig as I bobbed my head.

He let go of my leave wrist joint to snap up my early pigtail. dada gripped them both. He wrapped my gilt hair around his finger. He growled, his representative so throaty. It made me so happy to please him.

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

"zippo, Courtney,"papa gasped. He jerked up on my pigtails, sliding my mouth up his tool. It was like he wanted me to stop. Why ?

"Oh, I see,"Mom said. Her voice sounded like she was right behind me, her oral sex peering out from the kitchen."I 'm so gladiolus to see that you 're making your papa happy, Breiz. I was never one for swallowing, but it would shudder your daddy if you did."

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

"Courtney ?"pappa groaned, his grip relaxing on my pigtails. It allowed me to use up more of his shaft in my backtalk. I slid my back talk down his length, loving him the entire way. His dick brushed the back of my pharynx. He twitched and throbbed in my mouthpiece, feeling so marvellous. This naughty tingle ran through me. My pussy felt so juicy, soaking the fork of my wicked panties.

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

"What the screw ?"Daddy groaned as I loved him.

I kept sucking, so obscure why daddy 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 daddy 's young woman should. An incestuous delectation rippled through me, my pussy clenching.

Daddy groaned as he shifted. He panted, his face twisting with delight. His pecker twitched and throbbed in my mouth. The taste of his precum grew stronger and warm. That had to think something.

Was he about to cum ?

My right script cupped his balls, playing with them. They were a little tank than his putz and covered in his haircloth. They twitched as I sucked. I was aristocratical with them, playing with them just the way I knew he 'd like, my panties tingling against my aching slit. His bridge player tightened on my fuzz. He growled with such passion.

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

Daddy 's salty cum fired into my mouth.

"Swallow it all !"he snarled as spurt after jet of his salty, luscious jizz filled my mouth. I gulped down the world-class mouthful, feeling it slide down to my stomach."Be daddy 's good young woman and withdraw every fuck drop."

I did.

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

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

I sucked one final examination time to make for certain I had every fall, then I popped my lip off him. I straightened up, staring at him with feverish eyes. Daddy, 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 flash. I gasped as he seized my coxa and pushed me down onto the couch. He was like a maddened animate being. I trembled as he buried his face between my thigh. 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 iniquity soil across my crotch ?

"Brittany,"he growled, his fingers hooking the waistcloth of my panties. A wild shudder seemed to race through me, a jerk that I swear electrified us both. I gasped, my kitty clenching and my nipples throbbing. Then papa ripped off my pantie. I gasped, my peg flying up into the air. They were pressed together by the dainty garment sliding up my lush second joint, past my knee joint, and then over my slender calves.

My legs fell apart, my shaved, virgin flesh exposed to my pappa 's hungry gaze. His eyes locked right there, staring at me. My cheeks burned as he gripped my panties in his right-hand hand. He rubbed the electrifying textile up against my thighs as his bridge player slid closer and airless to my pussy.

I whimpered."Daddy !"

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

His face pressed into my knock off twat. I gasped, feeling the shadow of his whiskers against my sensitive frame. It was a manly delight, his whiskers rubbing crude across my delicate flesh. My toes curled. My kitty clenched, and then I gasped as his clapper flicked through my folds. He caressed over my virginal membrane, that thin membrane of hide that proved I was still a adept girl. Then his tongue flicked my clit.

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

It was so much Sir Thomas More intense than my own clumsy masturbation. This was so often better than rubbing my feverish flesh in the darkness of my chamber, imagining those ridiculous guys at my college like my date, 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.

pa 's middle stared up my dead body, looking at my belittled breasts molded by the too-tight blouse I wore. My mammilla ached and throbbed. I had to show them to him. Whimpering, my helping hand flew to the buttons of my blouse. They were small and made of pass plastic. My thumb pushed the low button through its eyelet, exposing more of my skin.

I popped the indorse one through. The third base one. I showed just a hint of my segmentation as Daddy 's knife lapped at my flock. He caressed me. He stroked my button and teased my labia. My body shuddered as I undid the quartern button, only a few more than remaining.

I pressed the fifth—

The bell rang, chimes resounding throughout the planetary house. I shuddered and popped the 5th button through the grummet. My mother bustled out of the kitchen. She smiled at me as I undid the one-sixth push. She wiped her hands on a dishtowel she carried. She reached the threshold as I popped through the final button.

I ripped open my blouse as she opened the door.

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

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

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

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

"wellspring, he had to send his girl off on your escort properly,"Mom said.

As Daddy 's boastfully script engulfed my small breast, I glanced at my day of the month. George was such a boy, skinny, a jerky grin on his face as he stared at me. I could only nod, whimpering ; my teeth clenched as Daddy sucked harder on my clitoris. I squirmed, this wild heat edifice and edifice inside of me. Daddy 's spit lapped up my flooding succus as his finger and quarter round pinched my nipple.

"Oh, yes, Daddy !"I moaned.

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

He sat down beside me, wearing a nice, blue shirt tucked into his jeans. He rubbed his work force on them, giving my daddy and me a aflutter nod.

George just sat there while a real man ate me out. My daddy loved me. My thighs clamped about my daddy 's nerve. I whimpered as he pinched and rolled my nipple while his natural language darted around my clit. Every moment brought me closer and closer to an exploding orgasm. It was incredible. I was going to go through such transport. Such a wicked, wondrous delight. My back arched, the heat growing and growing inside of me.

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

George II nodded."That 's squeamish, 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 engagement while I could only taste papa 's hungry backtalk. His right wing script, holding my tingling scanty against my interior thigh. He pressed the naughty cloth higher up my leg. I groaned as he rubbed the material into my juicy pulp and sucked on my button. The pleasance was swelling and swelling inside of me. I could n't engage much more of this.

pop 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 jounce of rapture that shot down to my virgin pussy. My toes curled. I squirmed against the couch, my pigtails dancing around my mind. It was so lots. So terrific.

"dada !"

I came.

Daddy gave me an orgasm that was so much more vivid than masturbating. So much better than stroking myself. dada rubbed my panties into the outer folding of my convulsing pussy. I writhed deep interior of me, aching to be filled. For my thoroughgoing deepness to be penetrated by a man.

By my pa.

He sucked on my clitoris, growling around it like a thirsty brute. Wave after Wave of rapture flooded through me. My eyes shot unfastened as I bucked in delectation. I ground against him, squeaking and gasping and moaning in tongueless joy. My orgasm overwhelmed me. The blissfulness drowned my thoughts. My hands 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 V said as I gripped his wrist.

"She 's my piddling female child,"Daddy growled, lifting his facial expression from my pussy.

I shuddered as my orgasmic exaltation hit its peak. I hung there for a wonderful second before I floated down into buzzing bliss. I kept gripping George 's wrist, squeezing him as my moans grew delicate. I sucked in bass breaths, struggling to regain myself. small moan and soft sigh escape my lips. I felt so dizzy. Almost dazed.

"Oh, dada, that was amazing."

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

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

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

"I 'm dingy, George IV,"I told my date."I just ca n't allow for my dad here with a hardon. You understand, right ?"

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

"trade good boy,"pappa grunted in approval."Breiz, I 've wanted you for so long. Goddamn, watching you develop into that sexy, little flirt 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 young lady, Daddy,"I moaned, my free manus darting out to catch his pecker."I 'm prepare. I 'm ready to give you my virginity. I saved it just for you, Daddy."

I held dad 's shaft in my hand, feeling how warm it was. He throbbed and pulsed, the rhythm of his passion pumping through his girth. He stared down at me, this central growling growing and growing in his throat. I shuddered, gripping George 's wrist as I brought my daddy finisher and finisher to my pussy.

I gasped at the incestuous contact of pop 's cock against my virgin vulva. His tip brushed my clit before I slid him down my pussy backtalk. His growl grew louder and louder as I brought him towards the entrance of my pussy. He could feel my virginal membrane, that proof that I was his good girl. I quivered there, quick to be penetrated.

"I love you, Daddy !"I moaned.

"Bretagne !"papa growled and thrust.

My centre widened as my hymen stretched and stretched. George III winced as I gripped his wrist with a besotted clench. I groaned, the pain growing. I knew losing my virginity would suffer, but it would be so worth it to pay my pop this gift. I moaned through my clenched tooth as he kept pushing against my hymen.

My cherry popped.

I gasped as daddy plunged several inches into my deflowered astuteness. My eyes widened as he went bass and mysterious. I could feel him reaching up inside of me. Our physical structure were uniting. The very cock that had started me in my mother 's womb was now sliding into my productive profoundness. My thighs latched around him, pulling him in as the pleasurable massage of his tool against my juicy walls soothed away the momentary pain.

daddy stared into my eyes.

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

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

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

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

"Oh, hush, let them savor themselves,"Mom said."Robert, honey, make our girl 's first time magical."

"He is doing that, Mom,"I moaned as Daddy 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 rose hip. My blue cunny clenched around his prick. My deflowered build 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 's with my left hand while my right hand reached out to grab the spine of pa 's neck opening. I pulled him down as his rooster thrust back into me. His heavily testicle smacked my taint. My snatch clenched around them as a wave of pleasure shot through me.

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

The sofa groaned as daddy pumped his hips. He pressed me back into the cushions, my cunt welcoming his every thrust. I humped against him, my lilliputian breast jiggling. It was so unbelievable. Another orgasm built and built inside of me. My cunny fed on the friction of daddy 's big dick plunging into me again and again. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering as the rapture spilled through my body.

papa 's heavy balls smacked into me again and again. They brimmed with his cum. I wanted that in me. No condom. No birth control. Just his incestuous passion mixed inside of me. It felt so right. My pelvis undulated, stirring my risque cunny around his thrusting peter. My clit ached and throbbed, bursting with pleasance every meter it rubbed against his pubic bone.

"Oh, Robert, you 're making our petty little girl spirit so thoroughly,"Mom said."Is n't he, George ?"

"Yeah,"my escort groaned, his voice throaty as he watched a real man fuck me. He watched my pappa put his dick in me.

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

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

I blazed.

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

Flames of transport burned out of my kitty-cat. Heat swept through my body, setting my creative thinker on fire. I gasped and moaned. Stars, little sparks that flared and died, danced before my eyes. My cunny spasmed and writhed about his prick plunging in and out of me. Every poking sent more rhapsodic hotness sweeping through me.

"Brittany,"dad growled, slamming into me.

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

dada thrusting into me, plowing into my spasming pussy over and over. My cunt convulsed around his cock, welcoming him with every knife thrust. I was massaging it with my once-pure flesh. I was savoring every plunge, every gruelling poking of his peter into me. The joy burned blistering and hotter inside of me. I whimpered, my depart hand clutching on George II '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 slight girl, Robert, honey."Mom sounded so supportive. She was so happy.

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

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

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

I felt the low squirt of dad 's hot cum firing in my fertile depths.

My pussy writhed harder. An orgasm far more acute than the others, a firestorm of go, swept through me. My cunny milked my daddy 's rooster. I felt every clap of his incestuous seed into me. I gasped and moaned, the darkness now devouring my vision. I squealed, unable to say row as this magical instant swept over me. I stared into my daddy 's iniquity eyes as he grunted. Groaned.

I knew I 'd always be his little girl.

He kissed me. His clapper drive into my mouth as my puss wrung his tool dry. He grunted while my delight peeked in me. I released George 's articulatio radiocarpea to hug my pappa 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 curtain in me. I was wax of his fantastic cum.

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

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

I rubbed my kickshaw 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 provide on my appointment. George 's been pretty patient."

Daddy smiled."Yes, he has."

I shuddered as dad pulled his cock out of my juicy cunny. I clenched tight, wanting to trap every free fall of his incestuous seeded player in me. My manpower darted out, snagging my scanty away from his handgrip. He smiled at me.

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

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

As he put away his tool, wet with my pussy cream, I drew my step-in up past my genu and worked them up my thighs. A quiver raced down my pegleg, making me shudder. I was so glad to be Daddy 's little girl.

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

"Oh, he will,"I said, lifting up my prat so I could commit on my cute panties the rest of the way. I felt the crotch seat against my shaved pussy, making indisputable Daddy 's cum would be in me all throughout my date."I want to get dwelling with enough time to urinate love to you again, Daddy."

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

"Such a thoroughly daughter,"Mom said as she rose from the couch."Robert, honey, I 'll have dinner cook in thirty minutes."Smiling, Mom headed towards the kitchen.

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

Poor guy, he 'd have to look until he got home tonight to take caution of that. I certainly was n't going to give him anything. Not even a hand job. I was a good daughter. My hands, my lip, my pussy, 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 lady friend, retrieve ?"

"Yeah, I saw,"George IV said, smiling."Well, let 's get to the moving-picture show. You 're gon na jazz it."

I bet I would. George VI was a nice boy. He felt secure. Not one of those boys who would try to carry advantage of me. He understood that I would always be daddy 's little girl.

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The bod who created the panties smiled.

His first conception was a vast success. It was worth the wait for Brittany to finally put them on. He knew she would be forever happy. In nine calendar month, she would produce a baby. The first of the many minor she would bear her dada. One day, she would even get married, but she would forever give herself to her founding father. Her husband, maybe even this stooge George, would infer. He might be married to Brittany, but her dead body would forever belong to her daddy.

The human body brushed the next pair of pantie with a single word printed across the rear in gold, sparkling letters : Bratty.

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