Mind-Control Panties

narrative One : Incestuous waking up

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

banker's bill : Thanks to Ricochet for beta reading this !

In a certain mall, in a article of clothing memory frequented by the topical anaesthetic college girls, a figure wandered.

Nondescript. The type of individual no one would ever look at twice. The image drifted through the storage, browsing the shelves, glancing at the merchandise. Trendy clothing. Flashy and bright, full of pastel coloration. The image paused at one showing with a selection of panties covered in lustful slogans printed across the fundament, designed to hug the firm, toned rump of a lady friend budding into her sex. The fig, with a insouciant gesture, added its own pantie to the push-down storage. One with its own special phrase written upon it.

Daddy 's Girl.

The shape continued on. An observer would have got hardly noticed that anything had happened. The light-blue step-in with the pinko inscription did n't brook out at amid the others.

It was n't long before a gaggle of Cy Young women, XVIII or nineteen, entered the depot. Their promising laughter echoed through the retail blank space as they attacked the clothing wheel like a raft of thirsty vultures. Only, no vulture was ever as succulent of these nubile, young things.

One of them, a eighteen-year-old soph named Breiz Smith, was looking for the perfect outfit. Her blonde tomentum fell loose about her beat face, her rim plump and covered in a shiny, pink lip glossary. She had a beauty mark on her upper lip, her aristocratic eyes bright as she stumbled with her booster, gossiping, enjoying the vital force of youth.

The laughter increased when they reached the showing with the panties. They giggled in humiliated delectation at the gamy set phrase. They joked about accidentally flashing their panties and letting this or that cute guy see the enticing phrases printed in tawdry letters across their rumps.

Brittany 's gaze fell on the light-blue panties with the pinko inscription. She touched the cotton/poly blend and felt a unknown tingle race through her. She was most certainly not a pa 's girl. She hated how restrictive her don was. Robert Kathryn Elizabeth Smith was a man with strong opinions about how his girl should act. ruling Bretagne near definitely did not share.

However, there was something so titillating about the musical phrase.

Something naughty.

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

Buzzing with a euphoric luxuriously as Breiz imagined wearing these for her new young man, Sir Leslie Stephen, she snagged them up and rushed to the hard currency register.

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

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< strong > Brittany Smith < /strong >

A neural disruption ran through me. I had my first date with George VI William Harvey tonight. I was giddy with excitement. He was such a stud. So much respectable than Brad, whom I 'd dumped last hebdomad when I caught him texting that skank Miranda Brenner. George I was definitely better than that lame Stephen. Why did I ever think dating him would be fun ? He had become way too much like my sire, wanting to operate me.

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

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

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

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

The doorbell rang.

I gasped, a jolt of impact running through me. George II was betimes. I was supposed to birth another thirty minutes to seduce sure I was stark. That my blonde hair was falling in perfect undulation around my grimace, that my composition was sultry and exciting, and that my outfit fit me perfectly. I was wearing my new lash, the cut strap of material buried between the neat curves of my bubbly ass.

"Well, I 'm as make 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 nubs, sending excited shudder down to my cunt. I was quick for this dark. I was eager—

"I ca n't trust I locked the blare cay in the car,"my Fatherhood growled.

I let out a squeak of fear. Why was my forefather home 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 brownish heart flicked up to me, his back straightening as he witnessed my cunning getup, disapproval crossing his stuffy human face. Color spotted his cheeks as his nostril flared. I froze on the steps, clutching the fine-tune banister, my heart thundering beneath my breasts.

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

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

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

"Growing up into what ?"he demanded.

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

"I 'm dressed for my particular date, Father,"I said with a frosty pure tone to my voice."He 's going to be here any minute."

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

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

"Now, beloved,"Mom said, her interpreter sonant."That wench is a footling short. I mean ... What is your engagement going to call back ?"

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

"Sexy ?"Daddy growled."Sexy ?"

His withering spotlight fell upon me. I trembled, swallowing. I wanted to melt away. It was an unflinching gaze. His brown eyes were intense. He may look mild-mannered in his beige slacks and sweater, but he still had that military comportment. 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 account, including that damn headphone you spend all your time messing around on, then you 're going to dress how I say !"

The tooshie fell out of my stomach. That was no empty threat."I need my phone. I have to stay in contact 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 man ? How will I know what 's going on ?"

"By all agency, go out there dressed like that and see how expectant your life is without that little box."He stood aside, sweeping his arm."After all, you 're practically an adult. There is an total world out there waiting for you. chore. Bills."

"But ..."my lower lip quivered.

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

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

"goodness,"Dad said, nodding.

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

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

I stared into his center, refusing to wait away. Fury boiled through me. He looked so calm. A rock. It shook me up, my anger waver. I trembled, swallowing. Was he grave ? Would he really lug my cute body into a shapeless burqa ? My eyes watered as I forced them to stay open. My infantry 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 seem 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 fiddling girl ?"I hissed in annoyance.

Then I remembered the perfective tense twosome of panty. That would show him.

I whirled around and darted for my dresser. I grabbed the polished, white knob and yanked it open. My panties and brassiere shifted around inside from the violence of my action. My gaze darted around the kickshaw garments. Then, I spotted what I was looking for. Light-blue framework. Some of the pink letter of the alphabet showing. I grinned. I shoved my manpower beneath my skirt, hooking the waistband of my new thong, and ripped it down my thigh. My chick swayed. I could feel it dancing over the brass of my plump ass. I stepped out of the dainty panties, my roue boiling.

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

I unfolded the peculiar panties, nodding in satisfaction at the tidy sum of the pinko letters."Daddy 's Girl."They made me prickle just thinking about wearing them. I would lose my virginity tonight wearing these panties. I would throw myself at George.

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

My blonde hair danced about my brass as I shoved my right animal foot through the leg hole. Then I thrust my left leg through the former. I worked that blue, cotton/poly blended material up my thighs. It whisked against my pelt, caressing me. A risque tingle raced up to my vulva, electrifying my button. I shuddered as I wiggled it up my thighs. I pulled it over my rump, the crotch settling against my shaved, virtuous snatch.

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 swaying loose 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 have often fourth dimension to change and fix my makeup. I had to move fast. What was up with this wench I was wearing ? Daddy would n't like how unawares it was. The hemline barely covered anything.

My brass blushed a bright scarlet. My virgin pussycat tingled as I quickly ripped off the skimpy skirt. As I did, cause caught my gaze. I gasped at the batch of my top in my mirror. I could see my nipple through the cloth. Why was n't I wearing a bra ? The material clung to my small boob. It was disgraceful.

After I stepped out of my skirt, I ripped off the top. I was just in my panty. I paused, turning my hip, studying my physique. The light-blue fabric of the panties molded to my keister, the letters, showing up in a wayward textual matter across my ass, looked so cute. I giggled, wiggling my hips. The panties were so true.

I was a pappa 's girl.

hum, I found that garden pink skirt Mom recommended. It was perfect. So cute. Daddy would screw it. I stepped into it and worked it up my legs quickly. I did n't have often time. My house, young titties jiggled. I zipped up the skirt.

My hips shook as my hands slid over my flat stomach. I considered what to wear with the dame. I needed a perfect top for my date. I did n't throw sentence 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 person blouse out of my closet while bubbling with exhilaration. My teat tingled, just aching to be tweaked. I knew he would eff how I was dressed. He would absolutely O.K.. There would be no anger from him.

Why had I even wanted to disappoint him ?

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

A daddy 's girl.

I buttoned up the blouse, feeling it fit snugly about my body. It was a niggling old, something I had n't worn in a few years, but it still fit. Barely. The textile molded to me. I groaned, seeing my mamilla poking at the textile. 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 tabular array, needing to contract off this meretricious lipstick. 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 metre. If I wore lipstick like this, he might believe I 'd want to have ... sex with him.

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

My meat racing, my blond hair dancing, I worked fast. I was so cognizant of the fourth dimension. Not often time was left. George should be here by now. Was he running late ? For once, I would n't be mad.

My lip rouge smeared off, I found a more seize refinement. A squeamish, soft pink. Bubblicious Delight. I uncapped it, applying the paler shade on my lips. It brought out my natural color, making my lips seem a little plumper. A fiddling cuter. The professorship creaked beneath me as I applied it too fast. I winced at the pink smeared across my amphetamine lip. I grabbed a tissue and quickly scrubbed it away. I touched up my lips, then smacked them against the tissue paper to get off the excess.

I ran my tongue over my mouth, feeling the waxy texture. I nodded in delight. I stood up, prepare for my date and ...

There was something missing. Something more that I needed to do. What was it ? I stared at myself, seeing that my cute blouse 's hem came just to the top of my pink bird, its fabric flow in ruffle folds down to my downcast thigh. I cocked my question, my loose, blonde roll sliding around my face and ...

"That 's it !"I gasped.

I pulled open the draftsman of my makeup table and snagged the 1st two pink scrunches I could encounter. I grabbed my hair's-breadth, gathering half of it up into a pigtail, and wrapped it up with the stretchy stripe. In bit, my ringlet tumbled down to my shoulder in a pin of golden delight. I grabbed the early scrunchy and made my other tail. I loved how it transformed my face. It made me look more like a cute, little girl. Just the way pop liked to see me.

Wholesome.

innocent.

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

I was perfect. With a giddy giggle, I darted to the door. I threw it open, my sock-covered feet whisking on the carpet. I scampered down the stairs, my chick flying about my second joint. My pigtails bounced with such playful delectation. I reached the bottom of the stairs and burst 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 think ?"I asked."Is this more earmark ? Huh, dad ?"

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

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

"He does sleep together salutary,"I said.

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

I flounced to my father, my skirt swirling about my thighs. With rumbustious push, I threw myself onto his lap and straddled him. He groaned, his optic flicking up and down my soundbox. My nipple tingled, this naughty chill dancing through me. I resisted the urge to giggle. I felt so severe rightfield now. I leaned in and gave my dad a straightaway kiss on the lips.

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

"Yeah,"he said, with a throaty strain in his spokesperson. 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 pantie into his crotch. I could finger the Christian Bible on the rump almost burning me through the cloth. I wondered if papa wanted to see my underwear ? To see that I was a unspoiled girl and was n't wearing that awful thong.

I bet he did. I bet he would love 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 recliner. His president wobbled. It creaked as his legs pulled in the extended part. His boldness were red, his pectus ascent and falling in his brown sweater. I turned around, wiggling my cunning tail at him.

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

"pop 's fille,"he groaned, now sounding like someone strangled him.

What was wrong with my daddy ?

"Yep, I 'm your good, small girl. I love being a pop 's girl."

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

I threw a face over my shoulder, my lower lip cushioning."Are you for certain ? Do n't you like how I look in my panties ?"

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

I squealed in joy at that. I spun around and bounced in place, my pigtails flying about my nerve. My nipples ached as my picayune 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 living elbow room."What are you so excited about ?"

"papa loves my new panties,"I purred.

"No, I do n't,"Daddy quickly said."I just ... thought they were more seize for her to wear on a escort than the in conclusion pair."

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

I stopped bouncing in place, feeling pappa 's eyes on me. His face were even crimson now. He shifted on the chair as he adjusted his gasp. My eyes notice the large bulge in the front of his khaki slacks. My cheeks blazed with heat as a molten lust formed cryptical interior of my virgin pussy. dad was hard. He looked so big, straining the nominal head of his pant. My lingua flicked across my calendered sass as a shiver ran through my torso.

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

He cleared his throat.

I sauntered to the chair, my men clasped behind my back while my hips undulated incline to side. This wicked kick ran through me. His eye were locked on me, drinking in my youthful charms. He was staring at me with such thirsty eyes.

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

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

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

I would make pappa so happy. Be such a salutary, small girl.

"Savior, Brittany !"He growled, his script fumbling to grab my wrist.

I do n't know how his strong workforce did n't seize me before I had his swath undone and his pants unfastened. His zipper rasped as I pulled open his fly, revealing his plaid boxers tented by his straining cock. His face was so red, his eye bulging with alarm. He managed to snag my bequeath radiocarpal joint while my decently hand darted into his underclothes 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 thick and long, his calamus warm in my manus, pulsing with a pulsation. His eye beat. The tip ended at a pink, mushroom-shaped crown, a piffling slit at the pinnacle beaded with a readable liquid state. Precum.

My tongue slid over my garden pink, shiny back talk. A hunger ran through me. This desire to be such a honorable, little young lady for my pa consumed me. My head darted down, my blond pigtails flying. I opened broad to engulf his prick. My sass about his summit. I tasted salty precum.

I swallowed his dick.

"Jesus fucking Jesus of Nazareth,"he groaned."Brittany, you ca n't do that."

His helping hand squeezed hard about my left wrist as my lips sealed soused around the tip of his putz. I sucked on my first cock, my cheeks hollowing. My spit explored around the Crown, feeling the spongy texture. His salty precum melted across my tongue, setting alive my penchant buds. My virgin kitty-cat clenched, my juices soaking my spicy scanty. My nipples ached against my blouse as Daddy growled out his pleasure.

My promontory moved, turning from side to side and bobbing up and down. My back talk slid along his cock, caressing his throbbing shaft. An incestuous thrill ran through me, this wanton delight. I suck so difficult, reveling in his precum spilling into my mouthpiece. My tongue danced around the crown, savoring the savour of his juices.

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

The joy my daddy felt excited me. I was pleasing him. I was making him experience so good. This was wonderful. I sucked harder, making these naughty slurping sounds. My bilgewater dribbled down his beam as I bobbed my school principal.

He let go of my impart articulatio radiocarpea to snaffle my former pigtail. dada gripped them both. He wrapped my golden hair around his fingers. He growled, his spokesperson 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 ?"

"naught, Courtney,"pappa gasped. He jerked up on my pigtails, sliding my sassing up his dick. 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 read/write head peering out from the kitchen."I 'm so glad to see that you 're making your daddy happy, Bretagne. I was never one for swallowing, but it would beatify your daddy if you did."

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

"Courtney ?"Daddy groaned, his hold relaxing on my pigtails. It allowed me to take up more of his cock in my mouth. I slid my lips down his distance, loving him the entire way. His hawkshaw brushed the backrest of my throat. He twitched and throbbed in my sassing, feeling so wonderful. This naughty shiver ran through me. My pussy felt so juicy, soaking the crotch of my mischievous panties.

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

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

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

Daddy groaned as he shifted. He panted, his face twisting with delight. His dick twitched and throbbed in my mouth. The discernment of his precum grew firm and hard. That had to mean something.

Was he about to cum ?

My properly manus cupped his lump, playing with them. They were a trivial tank than his shaft and covered in his hair. They twitched as I sucked. I was docile with them, playing with them just the way I knew he 'd care, my scanty tingling against my aching pussy. His hands tightened on my hair's-breadth. He growled with such passion.

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

dad 's salty cum fired into my mouth.

"sup it all !"he snarled as spurt after spurt of his salty, delicious jizz filled my mouth. I gulped down the number one mouthful, feeling it slip down to my stomach."Be daddy 's just girl and deglutition every fucking drop."

I did.

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

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

I sucked one final sentence to make certain I had every drop, then I popped my rima oris 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 !"

Daddy was on me in a flash. I gasped as he seized my hips and pushed me down onto the couch. He was like a maddened beast. I trembled as he buried his aspect between my thighs. My Virgo the Virgin flesh quivered as he thrust up my skirt, exposing the light-blue panties.

Did he see how wet I was ? Was there a dark stigma across my private parts ?

"Breiz,"he growled, his fingerbreadth hooking the girdle of my panties. A raving mad tingling seemed to backwash through me, a jolt that I swear wire us both. I gasped, my snatch clenching and my nipples throbbing. Then Daddy ripped off my panties. I gasped, my leg flying up into the air. They were pressed together by the kickshaw garment sliding up my lush thighs, past my knees, and then over my slender calves.

My legs fell apart, my shaved, virgin flesh exposed to my dad 's hungry gaze. His eyes locked right there, staring at me. My buttock burned as he gripped my panties in his right hand. He rubbed the electrifying cloth up against my second joint as his hands slid closer and tightlipped to my pussy.

I whimpered."pa !"

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

His face pressed into my shaved goof. I gasped, feeling the tincture of his whiskers against my sensitive flesh. It was a manly delight, his hair rubbing rough across my delicate pulp. My toes curled. My kitty-cat clenched, and then I gasped as his lingua flicked through my folds. He caressed over my maidenhead, that fragile tissue layer of hide that proved I was still a good girl. Then his natural language flicked my clit.

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

It was so much to a greater extent intense than my own fumbling masturbation. This was so much better than rubbing my feverish shape in the wickedness of my bedroom, imagining those ridiculous guys at my college like my escort, George I. They were boys, not a man like my Daddy. I trembled as he licked again and again, lapping up my pick. I inhaled, smelling myself.

pa 's centre stared up my body, looking at my small-scale tit molded by the too-tight blouse I wore. My teat ached and throbbed. I had to show them to him. Whimpering, my hands flew to the buttons of my blouse. They were pocket-size and made of clean plastic. My thumb pushed the first push through its eyelet, exposing Thomas More of my skin.

I popped the second one through. The third one. I showed just a pinch of my cleavage as dada 's tongue lapped at my folds. He caressed me. He stroked my clit and teased my labia. My body shuddered as I undid the one-quarter clitoris, only a few more remaining.

I pressed the fifth—

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

I ripped open my blouse as she opened the door.

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

"Oh, you must be George,"my mom said at the doorway."I 'm afraid Brittany is n't finished with her Father of the Church yet. You can amount inside. I 'm sure you do n't mind being patient."

I whimpered, my middle squeezing shut as pop nibbled on my clit.

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

"fountainhead, he had to direct his girl off on your escort properly,"Mom said.

As dada 's large manus engulfed my little titty, I glanced at my day of the month. George was such a boy, skinny, a foolish smile on his font as he stared at me. I could only nod, whimpering ; my tooth clenched as daddy sucked harder on my clitoris. I squirmed, this wild heat construction and building inside of me. Daddy 's tongue lapped up my implosion therapy juice as his finger and ovolo pinched my nipple.

"Oh, yes, Daddy !"I moaned.

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

He sat down beside me, wearing a squeamish, low shirt tucked into his blue jean. He rubbed his men on them, giving my pop and me a neural nod.

George I just sat there while a veridical man ate me out. My daddy loved me. My thighs clamped about my daddy 's face. I whimpered as he pinched and rolled my tit while his tongue darted around my clit. Every consequence brought me cheeseparing and closer to an exploding orgasm. It was incredible. I was going to experience such ecstasy. Such a yucky, grand delight. My back arched, the heat energy growing and growing inside of me.

"Oh, George, dada is going to arrive at me cum,"I moaned."He 's so good at this. His backtalk 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 IV had to say. Mom droned on and on, chit-chatting with my date while I could only enjoy Daddy 's athirst rim. His right hand, holding my tingling scanty against my privileged thigh. He pressed the naughty textile gamy up my leg. I groaned as he rubbed the fabric into my juicy build and sucked on my clit. The pleasure was swelling and swelling inside of me. I could n't take much more of this.

dad was just amazing.

My eyes squeezed shut as my twat clenched tight. Every one of his suction built and built the pressure inside of me. He twisted my nipple, adding jounce of rapture that shot down to my Virgo pussy. My toes curled. I squirmed against the couch, my pigtails dancing around my pass. It was so much. So fantastic.

"Daddy !"

I came.

pop gave me an orgasm that was so much more intense than masturbating. So much better than stroking myself. Daddy rubbed my panty into the outer sheep pen of my convulsing pussy. I writhed deep inside of me, aching to be filled. For my complete depths to be penetrated by a man.

By my daddy.

He sucked on my clit, growling around it like a hungry beast. Wave after wave of rapture flooded through me. My center shot open as I bucked in delectation. I ground against him, squeaking and gasping and moaning in wordless joy. My orgasm overwhelmed me. The bliss drowned my thoughts. My hired man trembled. My lead hand darted out, brushing George V 's. I grasped my date 's radiocarpal joint as my pop made me cum.

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

"She 's my piffling girlfriend,"Daddy growled, lifting his face from my pussy.

I shuddered as my orgasmic rapture hit its peak. I hung there for a marvellous second before I floated down into buzzing bliss. I kept gripping Saint George 's carpus, squeezing him as my moans grew indulgent. I sucked in inscrutable breaths, struggling to retrieve myself. petty moan and lenient sighs escape my lips. I felt so dizzy. Almost dazed.

"Oh, Daddy, that was amazing."

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

I flicked my lingua across my back talk, debating blowing him.

No, he needed something better. Something more intimate. Something that only his slight lady friend could consecrate him.

"I 'm good-for-nothing, George V,"I told my date."I just ca n't leave my pappa here with a hardon. You understand, right ?"

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

"trade good boy,"Daddy grunted in blessing."Breiz, I 've wanted you for so long. Goddamn, watching you develop into that sexy, little minx 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 trade good girl."

"Your skillful girl, Daddy,"I moaned, my barren hand darting out to grab his dick."I 'm ready. I 'm set to founder you my virginity. I saved it just for you, Daddy."

I held Daddy 's tool in my hired hand, feeling how ardent it was. He throbbed and pulsed, the beat of his passion pumping through his girth. He stared down at me, this primal growling growing and growing in his throat. I shuddered, gripping George V 's radiocarpal joint as I brought my daddy finisher and closer to my pussy.

I gasped at the incestuous tangency of Daddy 's cock against my virtuous vulva. His tip brushed my clit before I slid him down my pussycat lips. His growl grew louder and louder as I brought him towards the entrance of my pussy. He could feel my hymen, that proof that I was his good girl. I quivered there, quick to be penetrated.

"I love you, pa !"I moaned.

"Brittany !"dad growled and thrust.

My centre widened as my hymen stretched and stretched. Saint George winced as I gripped his wrist with a mean clench. I groaned, the pain growing. I knew losing my virginity would hurt, but it would be so worth it to give my dada this gift. I moaned through my clinched tooth as he kept pushing against my hymen.

My cherry popped.

I gasped as pop plunged various inch into my ruin 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 cock that had started me in my mother 's womb was now sliding into my fertile depths. My second joint latched around him, pulling him in as the pleasurable massage of his dick against my juicy bulwark soothed away the momentary pain.

Daddy stared into my eyes.

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

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

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

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

"Oh, stillness, let them enjoy themselves,"Mom said."Robert, honey, attain our girl 's first time magical."

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

"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. joy rippled through me. Every inch of him moving through my puss gave me such joy. I shuddered, my finger flexing. I gripped Saint George 's with my left hand while my right reached out to grab the spinal column of dad 's neck opening. I pulled him down as his dick knife thrust back into me. His heavy balls smacked my taint. My pussy clenched around them as a waving 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 kitty welcoming his every poke. I humped against him, my slight titties jiggling. It was so incredible. Another orgasm built and built inside of me. My cunny fed on the clash of daddy 's big dick plunging into me again and again. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering as the exaltation spilled through my body.

Daddy 's intemperate balls smacked into me again and again. They brimmed with his seed. I wanted that in me. No condom. No parturition control. Just his incestuous mania flux inside of me. It felt so powerful. My hips undulated, stirring my naughty cunny around his thrusting pecker. My clit ached and throbbed, bursting with pleasure every time it rubbed against his pubic bone.

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

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

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

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

I blazed.

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

flaming of ecstasy burned out of my pussy. heating system swept through my body, setting my psyche on fire. I gasped and moaned. maven, piddling glint that flared and died, danced before my optic. My cunny spasmed and writhed about his dick plunging in and out of me. Every thrust sent more rapturous heat sweeping through me.

"Bretagne,"daddy growled, slamming into me.

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

Daddy thrust into me, plowing into my spasming snatch over and over. My cunt convulsed around his cock, welcoming him with every thrust. I was massaging it with my once-pure flesh. I was savoring every plunge, every hard thrust of his shaft into me. The delight burned hotter and hotter inside of me. I whimpered, my left hand clutching on George VI 's wrist, feeling my date wriggle beside me as my daddy made me cum over and over again.

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

"Yes, cum in our short young woman, Henry M. Robert, honey."Mom sounded so supportive. She was so happy.

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

"I do, George."My pussy writhed about my daddy 's cock."I do postulate my pa 's cum in me. Please, please, grant it to me, Daddy !"

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

I felt the first base spurt of papa 's hot cum ignition in my prolific depths.

My pussy writhed harder. An orgasm far more acute than the others, a firestorm of ecstasy, swept through me. My cunny milked my daddy 's cock. I felt every eruption of his incestuous seminal fluid into me. I gasped and moaned, the shadow now devouring my vision. I squealed, ineffectual to say Logos as this wizardly moment swept over me. I stared into my daddy 's moody eyes as he grunted. Groaned.

I knew I 'd always be his little girl.

He kissed me. His tongue thrust into my back talk as my twat wrung his peter dry. He grunted while my joy peeked in me. I released George 's wrist 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 in me. I was broad 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 heart."I love you, Brittany."

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

dada smiled."Yes, he has."

I shuddered as Daddy pulled his cock out of my juicy cunny. I clenched tight, wanting to ensnare every drop of his incestuous seminal fluid in me. My script darted out, snagging my panty away from his hairgrip. He smiled at me.

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

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

As he put away his peter, wet with my pussy cream, I drew my panties up past tense my human knee and worked them up my thigh. A tingle raced down my leg, making me thrill. I was so glad to be pop 's picayune girl.

"And you, son, you better cause my daughter back by ten,"Daddy growled at George.

"Oh, he will,"I said, lifting up my rump so I could pull on my cute panties the rest of the way. I felt the crotch fundament against my trim cunt, making for certain daddy 's cum would be in me all throughout my date."I want to get home with plenty clock time to make water love to you again, Daddy."

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

"Such a good daughter,"Mom said as she rose from the sofa."Robert, honey, I 'll sustain dinner party quick in thirty minutes."Smiling, Mom headed towards the kitchen.

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

poor people guy, he 'd have to wait until he got home tonight to subscribe to care of that. I certainly was n't going to reach him anything. Not even a hand job. I was a right girl. My hands, my back talk, my pussy, and even my cocksucker, 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, remember ?"

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

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

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The figure who created the step-in smiled.

His maiden creation was a huge success. It was worth the wait for Brittany to finally put them on. He knew she would be forever happy. In nine calendar month, she would farm a baby. The first of the many children she would bear her Daddy. One day, she would even get married, but she would forever commit herself to her founder. Her hubby, maybe even this stooge George, would sympathize. He might be married to Breiz, but her body would forever belong to her daddy.

The figure brushed the following pair of pantie with a I tidings printed across the behind in gold, sparkling letters : Bratty.

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