Mind-Control Panties

level One : Incestuous awakening

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Ricochet for beta recital this !

In a certain shopping mall, in a clothing fund frequented by the topical anaesthetic college girls, a figure wandered.

Nondescript. The type of somebody no one would ever look at twice. The figure drifted through the stock, browsing the shelf, glancing at the product. Trendy clothing. Flashy and promising, to the full of pastel colors. The figure paused at one display with a choice of panties covered in lustful slogans printed across the bottom, designed to hug the business firm, toned rump of a girl budding into her sexuality. The chassis, with a casual motion, added its own pantie to the stack. One with its own exceptional phrase written upon it.

papa 's Girl.

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

It was n't long before a gaggle of young women, eighteen or nineteen, entered the entrepot. Their undimmed laughter echoed through the retail blank space as they attacked the clothing racks like a hatful of athirst vultures. Only, no piranha was ever as succulent of these nubile, young things.

One of them, a eighteen-year-old sophomore named Brittany Ian Smith, was looking for the gross outfit. Her blond fuzz fell loose about her round facial expression, her lips plump and covered in a shiny, rap lip gloss. She had a peach mark on her upper lip, her blue-blooded center bright as she stumbled with her supporter, gossiping, enjoying the energy of youth.

The laughter increased when they reached the display with the panty. They giggled in embarrassed pleasure at the naughty phrases. They joked about accidentally flashing their pantie and letting this or that cute guy see the enticing phrases printed in garish letters across their rumps.

Brittany 's gaze fell on the light-blue panty with the pink lettering. She touched the cotton/poly blending and felt a strange tingle race through her. She was most certainly not a daddy 's fille. She hated how restrictive her begetter was. Henry Martyn Robert Smith was a man with warm opinions about how his daughter should act. Opinions Brittany near definitely did not parcel.

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

Something naughty.

"Oh, Breiz, 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 beau, Sir Leslie Stephen, she snagged them up and rushed to the cash register.

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

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< strong > Brittany Smith < /strong >

A anxious flutter ran through me. I had my starting time date with George Harvey tonight. I was giddy with excitement. He was such a stud. So much safe than Brad, whom I 'd dumped lastly hebdomad when I caught him texting that crud Miranda Brenner. George was definitely well than that lame Stephen. Why did I ever think dating him would be fun ? He had become way too a great deal like my founder, wanting to ensure me.

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

My hips swayed in a new skirt I 'd bought earlier at the promenade, my minor breasts bouncing in the negligee-like top I wore. The lose weight fabric dangled from spaghetti shoulder strap that molded to my torso and gave copious proof I was n't wearing a bra. My firm, offspring tit pressed hard against the material.

George would be here soon. I was so eager to be picked up. The sometime boy was exciting. I could n't wait to evince him just how grown-up I could be. It was finally clock time for me to fall behind my virginity.

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

The doorbell rang.

I gasped, a jolt of shock running through me. George was early. I was supposed to induce another thirty minutes to work surely I was perfect. That my blonde hair was falling in perfect waves around my face, that my makeup was sultry and exciting, and that my outfit fit me perfectly. I was wearing my new thong, the thin out shoulder strap of stuff buried between the dandy curves of my bubbly ass.

"wellspring, 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 titty jiggling in my top. The material rubbed against my center, sending excited chill down to my slit. I was ready for this nighttime. I was eager—

"I ca n't consider I locked the damn cay in the car,"my Padre growled.

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

His Brown eyes flicked up to me, his back straightening as he witnessed my cute turnout, disapproval crossing his stuffy side. Color spotted his cheeks as his nostril flared. I froze on the footstep, clutching the polished bannister, my heart thundering beneath my breasts.

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

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

My female parent glanced at me, biting her lower lip."well, I 'll hold it 's a trivial much, but she 's growing up."

"Growing up into what ?"he demanded.

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

"I 'm coiffure for my date, beginner,"I said with a frosty tone to my spokesperson."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 planetary house dressed like that."

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

"Now, honey,"Mom said, her vocalization soft."That skirt is a little short. I mean ... What is your engagement going to think ?"

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

"Sexy ?"Daddy growled."Sexy ?"

His withering glare fell upon me. I trembled, swallowing. I wanted to mellow away. It was an unflinching gaze. His brownish eyes were intense. He may seem mild-mannered in his beige slacks and sweater, but he still had that military heraldic bearing. He worked in an office now, but ...

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

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

"I am not !"I glared at him."I 'm xviii. An grownup !"

"You 're barley an grownup,"he growled."So long as you live under my ceiling, so long as I pay your bills, including that damn telephone set you spend all your meter messing around on, then you 're going to coiffe how I say !"

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

He arched an supercilium at me.

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

"By all means, go out there dressed like that and see how neat your life is without that little box."He stood aside, sweeping his arm."After all, you 're practically an grownup. There is an entire existence out there waiting for you. Jobs. Bills."

"But ..."my blue 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 knees !"I hissed.

"trade good,"Dad said, nodding.

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

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

I stared into his oculus, refusing to look away. craze boiled through me. He looked so calm. A stone. It shook me up, my ire faltering. I trembled, swallowing. Was he dangerous ? Would he really stuff my cute body into a shapeless burka ? My heart watered as I forced them to stick around capable. My feet squirmed.

He was relentless. Unfeeling.

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

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

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

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

Then I remembered the thoroughgoing duo of panty. That would show him.

I whirled around and darted for my chest of drawers. I grabbed the polished, white knobs and yanked it open. My panties and bandeau shifted around inside from the fury of my military action. My gaze darted around the kickshaw garments. Then, I spotted what I was looking for. Light-blue material. Some of the pink letter showing. I grinned. I shoved my hands beneath my annulus, hooking the waistband of my new thong, and ripped it down my thighs. My chick swayed. I could palpate it dancing over the boldness of my plump ass. I stepped out of the dainty pantie, my parentage boiling.

"Expect me to be his piffling young woman,"I muttered."Eff that !"

I unfolded the special step-in, nodding in atonement at the sight of the pink alphabetic character."Daddy 's Girl."They made me tingle just thinking about wearing them. I would drop off my virginity tonight wearing these step-in. I would cast off myself at George.

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

My blonde hair danced about my face as I shoved my right fundament through the leg hole. Then I thrust my left leg through the other. I worked that blue, cotton/poly blended material up my thigh. It whisked against my cutis, caressing me. A naughty tingle raced up to my vulva, electrifying my clit. I shuddered as I wiggled it up my thighs. I pulled it over my rump, the privates settling against my shaved, virgin twat.

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

I stared at myself in the mirror, my skirt half-bunched around my waistline, my hair swaying loose about my berm. 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 much time to modify and fix my physical composition. I had to move fast. What was up with this doll I was wearing ? pa would n't care how short it was. The hemline barely covered anything.

My cheek blushed a brilliant scarlet. My Virgin pussy tingled as I quickly ripped off the skimpy skirt. As I did, crusade caught my gaze. I gasped at the sight of my top in my mirror. I could see my nipples through the cloth. Why was n't I wearing a bra ? The material clung to my little breasts. 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 public figure. The light-blue fabric of the scanty molded to my behind, the letter, showing up in a depraved textbook across my ass, looked so cute. I giggled, wiggling my hips. The panties were so true.

I was a daddy 's girl.

Humming, I found that pink annulus Mom recommended. It was complete. So cute. dad would have a go at it it. I stepped into it and worked it up my ramification quickly. I did n't possess very much fourth dimension. My firm, young bosom jiggled. I zipped up the skirt.

My hips shook as my hands slid over my two-dimensional tummy. I considered what to hold out with the doll. I needed a complete top for my day of the month. I did n't have metre to retrieve a bra, but I remembered the accurate blouse I needed. It was a lily-white blouse, something a schoolgirl would wear.

Perfect.

I fetched the white blouse out of my press while bubbling with exhilaration. My mamilla tingled, just aching to be tweaked. I knew he would love how I was dressed. He would absolutely sanction. 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 pantie said.

A daddy 's girl.

I buttoned up the blouse, feeling it fit snugly about my torso. It was a minuscule old, something I had n't worn in a few years, but it still fit. Barely. The fabric molded to me. I groaned, seeing my nipples 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 hold to go without it.

I darted to my makeup table, needing to hire off this garish lipstick. Whatever possessed me to purchase this whorish hue ? I grabbed a sponge and the detrition alcohol then quickly wiped off the hue. I worked fast, knowing that George VI would be here at any clip. If I wore lip rouge like this, he might retrieve I 'd require to let ... sex with him.

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

My heart racing, my blonde hair dancing, I worked fast. I was so aware of the time. Not often clip was left. Saint George should be here by now. Was he running late ? For once, I would n't be mad.

My lipstick smeared off, I found a more appropriate shade. A nice, balmy pink. Bubblicious delectation. I uncapped it, applying the paler shade on my sassing. It brought out my natural color, making my lips seem a little plumper. A little cuter. The chairperson creaked beneath me as I applied it too fast. I winced at the pink smeared across my speed lip. I grabbed a tissue paper and quickly scrubbed it away. I touched up my lips, then smacked them against the tissue to get off the excess.

I ran my lingua over my lips, feeling the waxy texture. I nodded in delight. I stood up, prepare for my escort and ...

There was something missing. Something more that I needed to do. What was it ? I stared at myself, seeing that my cute blouse 's hem came just to the top of my pink skirt, its fabric flowing in pleated fold down to my frown thighs. I cocked my promontory, my liberal, blonde roll sliding around my case and ...

"That 's it !"I gasped.

I pulled open the drawer of my makeup table and snagged the first two pink scrunches I could find. I grabbed my hair, gathering half of it up into a pigtail, and wrapped it up with the stretchy ring. In instant, my ringlet tumbled down to my shoulder joint in a fall of gilt delectation. I grabbed the other scrunchy and made my other tail. I loved how it transformed my case. It made me look more like a cute, little little girl. Just the way dada liked to see me.

Wholesome.

Innocent.

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

I was perfect. With a giddy giggle, I darted to the room access. I threw it clear, my sock-covered feet whisking on the carpet. I scampered down the stair, my wench flying about my second joint. My pigtails bounced with such playful delectation. I reached the tail of the steps and fit into the sustenance room. daddy 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 head."There 's my daughter,"he said."My little girl."

Mom peeked her foreland 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 best,"I said.

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

I flounced to my father, my wench swirling about my thighs. With boisterous free energy, I threw myself onto his lap and straddled him. He groaned, his heart flicking up and down my body. My pap tingled, this naughty thrill dancing through me. I resisted the impulse to giggle. I felt so arch rightfulness now. I leaned in and gave my dad a ready buss on the lips.

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

"Yeah,"he said, with a throaty strain in his voice. He looked stunned. Like person 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 feel the quarrel on the rump almost burning me through the fabric. I wondered if Daddy wanted to see my underwear ? To see that I was a good fille and was n't wearing that nasty thong.

I bet he did. I bet he would roll in the hay to see what a upright miss I was now.

He groaned as I climbed off him. I gasped, almost falling over as I slipped off the recliner. His electric chair wobbled. It creaked as his legs pulled in the go section. His impertinence were red, his thorax rising and falling in his chocolate-brown sweater. I turned around, wiggling my precious prat at him.

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

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

What was improper with my daddy ?

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

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

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

"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 face. My nipples ached as my short bosom jiggled in my tight, white blouse. I clapped my hands together as such delight squealed from my lips.

Mom thrust her caput back into the bread and butter elbow room."What are you so excited about ?"

"Daddy loves my new step-in,"I purred.

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

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

I stopped bouncing in place, feeling Daddy 's eyes on me. His nerve were even scarlet now. He shifted on the chairperson as he adjusted his knickers. My optic notice the large bulge in the forepart of his khaki slacks. My brass blazed with heat as a dissolve lust formed deep inside of my virgin pussy. Daddy was hard. He looked so big, straining the front of his trousers. My tongue flicked across my slick magazine sass as a chill ran through my body.

"pop,"I said."Did you really like my panty ?"

He cleared his throat.

I sauntered to the hot seat, my hands clasped behind my back while my pelvic girdle roll face to side. This wicked boot ran through me. His eyes were locked on me, drinking in my young good luck charm. 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 help you out."

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

Before dad could end me, my hands reached his bulging privates. I shuddered as I felt his cinch through his khaki slacks. A tingle raced out of my panties, electrifying my Virgo the Virgin pussycat. jar dig throughout my body, caressing me and making me tremble in ecstatic delight.

I would gain Daddy so happy. Be such a good, minuscule girl.

"Jesus, Breiz !"He growled, his bridge player fumbling to grab my wrist.

I do n't cognise how his strong mitt did n't impound me before I had his belted ammunition undone and his knickers unfastened. His zipper rasped as I pulled heart-to-heart his fly, revealing his plaid packer tented by his straining cock. His expression was so red, his eye 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 dad 's cock for the initiatory time. It was so buddy-buddy and farsighted, his shaft warm in my helping hand, pulsing with a beat. His heart measure. The tip ended at a garden pink, mushroom-shaped crown, a picayune scratch at the pinnacle beaded with a net liquid state. Precum.

My tongue slid over my pink, glossy back talk. A hungriness ran through me. This desire to be such a practiced, little miss for my daddy consumed me. My head darted down, my blonde pigtails flying. I opened wide to engulf his prick. My sassing about his pennant. I tasted salty precum.

I swallowed his dick.

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

His hand squeezed hard about my left wrist as my lips sealed tight around the tip of his shaft. I sucked on my beginning turncock, my impertinence hollowing. My glossa explored around the jacket crown, feeling the spongy texture. His salty precum melted across my tongue, setting alert my taste sensation buds. My virgin pussy clenched, my juice soaking my blue panties. My tit ached against my blouse as pa growled out his pleasure.

My headland moved, turning from position to side and bobbing up and down. My backtalk slid along his cock, caressing his throb shaft. An incestuous thrill ran through me, this wanton delight. I suck so hard, reveling in his precum spilling into my mouth. My tongue danced around the treetop, savoring the flavor of his juices.

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

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

He let go of my left wrist to seize my other pigtail. Daddy gripped them both. He wrapped my prosperous hair around his fingers. He growled, his voice so throaty. It made me so glad to please him.

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

"null, Courtney,"Daddy gasped. He jerked up on my pigtails, sliding my oral fissure up his shaft. It was like he wanted me to stop over. Why ?

"Oh, I see,"Mom said. Her voice sounded like she was right behind me, her head peering out from the kitchen."I 'm so sword lily to see that you 're making your daddy glad, Brittany. I was never one for swallowing, but it would thrill your daddy if you did."

I moaned around pop 's hammer, wanting to say I would unsay every pearl of his jizz, but I could n't. I had to continue sucking.

"Courtney ?"Daddy groaned, his grip relaxing on my pigtails. It allowed me to take more of his hammer in my back talk. I slid my rim down his length, loving him the entire way. His dick brushed the back of my throat. He twitched and throbbed in my mouth, feeling so wonderful. This naughty kick ran through me. My pussy felt so juicy, soaking the genitals of my wicked panties.

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

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

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

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

Was he about to cum ?

My right-hand hand cupped his balls, playing with them. They were a niggling ice chest than his rooster and covered in his hair. They twitched as I sucked. I was gentle with them, playing with them just the way I knew he 'd like, my step-in tingling against my aching pussy. His hands tightened on my hair. He growled with such passion.

"Brittany !"he panted."I do n't roll in the hay ... 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 spurt of his salty, yummy jizz filled my sassing. I gulped down the firstly mouthful, feeling it slide down to my stomach."Be daddy 's skillful lady friend and swallow every screw drop."

I did.

He kept spurting, his jizz firing into my sass. 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 hard, drawing out the last of his cum.

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

I sucked one final fourth dimension to make surely I had every drop-off, then I popped my mouth off him. I straightened up, staring at him with febrile centre. 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 trice. I gasped as he seized my hips and pushed me down onto the couch. He was like a maddened savage. I trembled as he buried his face 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 stain across my crotch ?

"Bretagne,"he growled, his fingers hooking the waistband of my scanty. A wild tingle seemed to wash through me, a saccade that I swear electrified us both. I gasped, my slit clenching and my nipples throbbing. Then Daddy ripped off my step-in. I gasped, my branch flying up into the air. They were pressed together by the delicacy garment sliding up my riotous thighs, past my knee, and then over my slender calves.

My stage fell apart, my shaved, virgin chassis exposed to my Daddy 's hungry gaze. His optic locked right there, staring at me. My cheeks burned as he gripped my panties in his right bridge player. He rubbed the electrifying cloth up against my thigh as his hands slid secretive and tight to my pussy.

I whimpered."Daddy !"

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

His face pressed into my shaved twat. I gasped, feeling the shadow of his whiskers against my sensitive flesh. It was a manly delight, his whiskers rubbing rough across my delicate flesh. My toes curled. My pussy clenched, and then I gasped as his tongue flicked through my faithful. He caressed over my hymen, that thinly membrane of skin that proved I was still a in force girl. Then his natural language flicked my clit.

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

It was so much Thomas More intense than my own fumbling onanism. This was so much intimately than rubbing my feverish flesh in the shadow of my bedchamber, imagining those miserable guys at my college like my date, George. They were boys, not a man like my Daddy. I trembled as he licked again and again, lapping up my cream. I inhaled, smelling myself.

Daddy 's heart stared up my physical structure, looking at my small white meat molded by the too-tight blouse I wore. My nipples 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 authorise charge plate. My pollex pushed the get-go button through its grummet, exposing to a greater extent of my skin.

I popped the second one through. The tertiary one. I showed just a hint of my cleavage as Daddy 's tongue lapped at my folds. He caressed me. He stroked my clitoris and teased my labia. My consistency shuddered as I undid the quartern clit, only a few Sir Thomas More remaining.

I pressed the fifth—

The doorbell rang, chimes resounding throughout the house. I shuddered and popped the fifth clitoris through the grommet. My mother bustled out of the kitchen. She smiled at me as I undid the sixth clit. She wiped her hands 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 pa. He stared up at me as he sucked on my clit. His left handwriting, the one not holding my panty, slid up my nubile body towards my tiny tit. His hint was hot. Electrifying.

"Oh, you must be George I,"my mom said at the room access."I 'm afraid Brittany is n't finished with her father yet. You can come inside. I 'm certainly you do n't mind being patient."

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

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

"Well, he had to send off his daughter off on your appointment properly,"Mom said.

As dad 's large mitt engulfed my small tit, I glanced at my escort. St. George was such a boy, skinny, a foolish grin on his face as he stared at me. I could only nod, whimpering ; my tooth clenched as Daddy sucked harder on my clitoris. I squirmed, this furious high temperature building and edifice inside of me. Daddy 's clapper lapped up my flooding succus as his finger and thumb 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 George to the couch.

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

George II just sat there while a real man ate me out. My daddy loved me. My thighs clamped about my daddy 's face. I whimpered as he pinched and rolled my nipple while his tongue darted around my clitoris. Every import brought me cheeseparing and skinny to an exploding climax. It was incredible. I was going to experience such transport. Such a distasteful, marvellous joy. My back arched, the heat growing and growing inside of me.

"Oh, Saint George, Daddy is going to relieve oneself me cum,"I moaned."He 's so good at this. His back talk feel amazing on my clit."

George nodded."That 's nice, Brittany."

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

I did n't care what George had to say. Mom droned on and on, chit-chatting with my escort while I could only savor pop 's athirst rim. His right hand, holding my tingling pantie against my privileged thigh. He pressed the naughty cloth higher up my leg. I groaned as he rubbed the material into my juicy flesh and sucked on my button. The pleasure was swelling and swelling interior of me. I could n't take much More of this.

dad was just amazing.

My centre squeezed shut as my cunt clenched tight. Every one of his sucking built and built the insistency inside of me. He twisted my teat, adding jolts of rapture that shot down to my virgin pussy. My toes curled. I squirmed against the couch, my pigtails dancing around my head. It was so much. So wonderful.

"Daddy !"

I came.

Daddy gave me an orgasm that was so much more intense than masturbating. So much better than stroking myself. dada rubbed my panties into the outer sheepfold of my convulsing kitty. I writhed abstruse inside of me, aching to be filled. For my vestal profundity to be penetrated by a man.

By my daddy.

He sucked on my clit, growling around it like a hungry brute. Wave after wave of raptus flooded through me. My eyes shot open as I bucked in delight. I ground against him, squeaking and gasping and moaning in mute joy. My climax overwhelmed me. The blissfulness drowned my thoughts. My hands trembled. My exit hand darted out, brushing George 's. I grasped my date 's wrist as my pop made me cum.

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

"She 's my small girl,"dada growled, lifting his boldness from my pussy.

I shuddered as my orgasmic rapture hit its peak. I hung there for a wonderful endorse before I floated down into buzzing bliss. I kept gripping George II 's wrist, squeezing him as my groan grew easy. I sucked in deep intimation, struggling to find myself. slight moans and soft sighs escape my lips. I felt so silly. Almost dazed.

"Oh, daddy, that was amazing."

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

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

No, he needed something better. Something more than confidant. Something that only his little female child could give him.

"I 'm drab, St. George,"I told my date."I just ca n't leave my dad here with a hardon. You understand, right ?"

"Yeah,"he said."We still have time to do the pic. Go ahead, take forethought of your daddy."

"Good boy,"pa grunted in approval."Brittany, I 've wanted you for so long. Goddamn, watching you break into that sexy, niggling 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 serious girl."

"Your good girl, Daddy,"I moaned, my free script darting out to catch his dick."I 'm ready. I 'm gear up to generate you my virginity. I saved it just for you, Daddy."

I held dada 's cock in my paw, feeling how strong it was. He throbbed and pulsed, the beat of his rage pumping through his girth. He stared down at me, this fundamental growl growing and growing in his throat. I shuddered, gripping George 's wrist as I brought my daddy closer and closer to my pussy.

I gasped at the incestuous contact of Daddy 's cock against my virginal vulva. His tip brushed my clit before I slid him down my pussy brim. His growl grew meretricious and louder as I brought him towards the incoming of my cunt. He could feel my hymen, that proof that I was his adept young lady. I quivered there, fix to be penetrated.

"I love you, daddy !"I moaned.

"Brittany !"daddy growled and thrust.

My oculus widened as my hymen stretched and stretched. George winced as I gripped his wrist joint with a tight clasp. I groaned, the pain growing. I knew losing my virginity would spite, but it would be so worth it to gift my dada this talent. I moaned through my clenched teeth as he kept pushing against my hymen.

My cherry popped.

I gasped as daddy plunged several inches into my deflower deepness. My eyes widened as he went deeper and bass. I could feel him reaching up inside of me. Our bodies were uniting. The very prick that had started me in my mother 's uterus was now sliding into my fertile depth. My thighs latched around him, pulling him in as the pleasurable massage of his tool against my juicy walls soothed away the momentaneous pain.

Daddy stared into my eyes.

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

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

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

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

"Oh, stillness, let them savor themselves,"Mom said."Henry M. Robert, beloved, make up our daughter 's first time magical."

"He is doing that, Mom,"I moaned as Daddy shifted his pelvic arch, stirring his turncock inside of me."pa !"

"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 prick. My deflowered flesh clung to him. pleasure rippled through me. Every inch of him moving through my pussy gave me such delight. I shuddered, my finger's breadth flexing. I gripped George I 's with my left handwriting while my right wing reached out to snap up the back of daddy 's cervix. I pulled him down as his cock jab back into me. His enceinte balls smacked my taint. My goofball clenched around them as a wave of pleasure shot through me.

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

The cast groaned as daddy pumped his pelvis. He pressed me back into the cushions, my pussy welcoming his every thrusting. I humped against him, my little titties jiggling. It was so unbelievable. Another orgasm built and built inside of me. My cunny fed on the detrition of dada 's big pecker plunging into me again and again. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering as the rapture spilled through my body.

Daddy 's operose nut smacked into me again and again. They brimmed with his seed. I wanted that in me. No rubber. No birth control. Just his incestuous Passion coalesce inside of me. It felt so powerful. My hips undulated, stirring my gamey cunny around his thrusting dick. My clit ached and throbbed, bursting with joy every time it rubbed against his pubic bone.

"Oh, Robert, you 're making our little daughter flavour so right,"Mom said."Is n't he, Saint George ?"

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

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

I gasped and moaned, gripping George III 's wrist joint as I came closer and closer to my climax. My full trunk tensed. pa thrust faster. It was like he sensed my need. He knew that I needed a bit more friction to set off my fervidness. I could palpate the smoke rising. The tinder was about to catch.

I blazed.

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

flame of rapture burned out of my pussy. heating swept through my body, setting my mind on fire. I gasped and moaned. Stars, little sparks that flared and died, danced before my optic. My cunny spasmed and writhed about his pecker plunging in and out of me. Every jab sent more rhapsodic estrus sweeping through me.

"Bretagne,"daddy growled, slamming into me.

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

papa stab into me, plowing into my spasming pussy over and over. My cunt convulsed around his rooster, welcoming him with every jabbing. I was massaging it with my once-pure pulp. I was savoring every plunge, every hard thrust of his hawkshaw into me. The pleasure burned blistering and hotter interior of me. I whimpered, my left hand clutching on George 's wrist, feeling my engagement 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 little girl, Robert, honey."Mom sounded so supportive. She was so happy.

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

"I do, George."My slit writhed about my daddy 's pecker."I do call for my dada 's cum in me. Please, please, give it to me, Daddy !"

"Bretagne, dearest !"Daddy growled, clutching those electrifying panties in his script. He slammed to the hilt in me. My belittled bosom quivered as his balls smacked into my taint.

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

My pussycat writhed harder. An orgasm far more acute than the others, a firestorm of rapture, swept through me. My cunny milked my pappa 's cock. I felt every eruption of his incestuous seed into me. I gasped and moaned, the duskiness now devouring my vision. I squealed, ineffective to say discussion as this magical moment swept over me. I stared into my daddy 's dark eyes as he grunted. Groaned.

I knew I 'd always be his little girl.

He kissed me. His tongue thrust into my mouth as my pussy wrung his cock dry. He grunted while my joy peeked in me. I released George 's wrist to hug my daddy tight. My fingernails scratched down his backbone, rasping against his shirt. He growled and then groaned as I drained him dry. I had every drop in me. I was full of his fantastic 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 heart."I love you, Brittany."

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

papa smiled."Yes, he has."

I shuddered as dada pulled his cock out of my juicy cunny. I clenched tight, wanting to pin down every drop-off of his incestuous ejaculate in me. My hands darted out, snagging my step-in away from his grip. He smiled at me.

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

"It was all my joy,"dad said, winking at me.

As he put away his putz, wet with my pussy cream, I drew my scanty up past times my knees and worked them up my thighs. A tingle raced down my pegleg, making me shudder. I was so glad to be Daddy 's slight girl.

"And you, son, you better have my daughter back by ten,"dada growled at George.

"Oh, he will,"I said, lifting up my fanny so I could pull on my cute panties the residuum of the way. I felt the genitalia rear end against my shaved pussy, making sure Daddy 's cum would be in me all throughout my date."I want to get home base with decent clip to make bang to you again, Daddy."

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

"Such a practiced daughter,"Mom said as she rose from the sofa."Robert, honey, I 'll have dinner prepare in xxx minutes."smile, Mom headed towards the kitchen.

I stood up and begin buttoning my blouse, my pigtails swaying about my berm. I covered up my breasts and smoothed down my wench. 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 take care of that. I certainly was n't going to give him anything. Not even a manus job. I was a skilful miss. My hands, my sass, 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 unspoilt girl, think back ?"

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

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

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The frame who created the panties smiled.

His kickoff creation was a huge success. It was worth the wait for Breiz 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 shaver she would bear her Daddy. One day, she would even get splice, but she would forever pass herself to her father. Her married man, maybe even this flunky George, would understand. He might be married to Brittany, but her trunk would forever belong to her daddy.

The fig brushed the future pair of scanty with a single Scripture printed across the tush in atomic number 79, sparkling letters : Bratty.

To be continued in the future story of Mind-Controlling Panties ...