Mind-Control pantie

tale One : Incestuous awakening

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Ricochet for genus Beta reading this !

In a certain shopping mall, in a clothing memory frequented by the local college little girl, a figure wandered.

Nondescript. The type of person no one would ever look at twice. The figure drifted through the computer memory, browsing the shelf, glancing at the wares. Trendy article of clothing. Flashy and bright, full moon of pastel colors. The chassis paused at one display with a selection of panties covered in salacious shibboleth printed across the buttocks, designed to hug the firm, toned rump of a young lady budding into her sexuality. The soma, with a free-and-easy motion, added its own step-in to the mickle. One with its own special musical phrase written upon it.

daddy 's Girl.

The build continued on. An beholder would stimulate hardly noticed that anything had happened. The pale blue panties with the pink lettering did n't stand out at amid the others.

It was n't long before a gaggle of young women, XVIII or nineteen, entered the store. Their shining laughter echoed through the retail space as they attacked the vesture single-foot like a flock of hungry vultures. Only, no piranha was ever as succulent of these nubile, young things.

One of them, a eighteen-year-old soph named Breiz Ian Douglas Smith, was looking for the thoroughgoing outfit. Her blonde pilus fell loose about her round face, her lips plump and covered in a shiny, pink lip gloss. She had a sweetheart bull's eye on her upper lip, her blueing eyes bright as she stumbled with her admirer, gossiping, enjoying the vim of youth.

The laughter increased when they reached the display with the panties. They giggled in embarrassed joy at the racy phrasal idiom. They joked about accidentally flashing their panties and letting this or that cute guy see the enticing phrases printed in cheap letters across their rumps.

Bretagne 's gaze fell on the light-blue panties with the pink lettering. She touched the cotton/poly blend and felt a strange tingle race through her. She was most certainly not a daddy 's girl. She hated how restrictive her father was. Henry Martyn Robert smith was a man with stiff opinions about how his daughter should act. sentiment Brittany most definitely did not parcel.

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

Something naughty.

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

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

By the metre she finally wore them, nearly two month had passed. But the material body was patient while waiting for the fun to begin.

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< strong > Breiz Smith < /strong >

A nervous hoo-hah ran through me. I had my first day of the month with George Harvey tonight. I was giddy with exhilaration. He was such a stud. So much in effect than Brad, whom I 'd dumped hold up workweek when I caught him texting that crud Miranda Brenner. George V was definitely proficient than that cripple Stephen. Why did I ever think dating him would be fun ? He had become way too lots like my Church Father, wanting to ensure me.

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

My hips swayed in a new chick I 'd bought earlier at the mall, my humble breast bouncing in the negligee-like top I wore. The thin fabric dangled from spaghetti strap that molded to my torso and gave ample proof I was n't wearing a bra. My firm, young pap pressed hard against the material.

George VI 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 meter for me to lose my virginity.

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

The doorbell rang.

I gasped, a jolt of shock running through me. George I was early. I was supposed to make another thirty minutes to make sure I was perfect. That my blonde hair was falling in perfect Wave around my face, that my physical composition was sultry and exciting, and that my outfit fit me perfectly. I was wearing my new flip-flop, the cut strap of material buried between the peachy-colored curves of my bubbly ass.

"well, I 'm as ready as I 'll ever be,"I muttered as I heard my mother moving through the house.

I darted downstairs, my pes slapping on the steps, my youthful knocker jiggling in my top. The fabric rubbed against my stub, sending worked up chill down to my pussy. I was set up for this Night. I was eager—

"I ca n't believe I locked the blast headstone in the car,"my beginner growled.

I let out a squeak of fright. Why was my father home early ? He did n't get off body of 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 eyes flicked up to me, his back straightening as he witnessed my cute outfit, disapproval crossing his stuffy face. colouration spotted his brass as his nostrils flared. I froze on the footstep, clutching the polished banister, my heart thundering beneath my breasts.

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

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

My mother glanced at me, biting her low lip."wellspring, I 'll intromit it 's a little much, but she 's growing up."

"Growing up into what ?"he demanded.

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

"I 'm clothe for my date, Father,"I said with a frosty 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 house dressed like that."

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

"Now, love,"Mom said, her interpreter delicate."That skirt is a lilliputian short. I mean ... What is your day of the month going to think ?"

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

"Sexy ?"Daddy growled."Sexy ?"

His withering glare fell upon me. I trembled, swallowing. I wanted to melt away. It was an unflinching regard. His brown eyes were acute. He may look mild-mannered in his beige quag and jumper, but he still had that military heading. He worked in an office now, but ...

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

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

"I am not !"I glared at him."I 'm XVIII. 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 phone you spend all your time messing around on, then you 're going to dress how I say !"

The rump fell out of my stomach. That was no void threat."I need my phone. I have to stay in contact with my friends."

He arched an brow at me.

"If I do n't have 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 life is without that slight box."He stood aside, sweeping his arm."After all, you 're practically an grownup. There is an entire world out there waiting for you. caper. 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.

"goodness,"Dad said, nodding.

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

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

I stared into his eyes, refusing to look away. furiousness boiled through me. He looked so calm. A rock candy. It shook me up, my choler faltering. I trembled, swallowing. Was he unplayful ? Would he really shove my cute body into a shapeless burka ? 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 little girl ?"I hissed in annoyance.

Then I remembered the perfect pair of panties. That would evince him.

I whirled around and darted for my dresser. I grabbed the urbane, white boss and yanked it open. My panties and bras shifted around inside from the violence of my action. My gaze darted around the goody garments. Then, I spotted what I was looking for. light-blue cloth. Some of the pinko varsity letter showing. I grinned. I shoved my hands beneath my bird, hooking the waistband of my new thong, and ripped it down my thigh. My dame swayed. I could feel it dancing over the impudence of my plump ass. I stepped out of the dainty pantie, my blood boiling.

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

I unfolded the special panties, nodding in satisfaction at the sight of the pink letter of the alphabet."pa 's Girl."They made me tingle just thinking about wearing them. I would miss my virginity tonight wearing these step-in. I would throw myself at George.

"Ooh, you 're going to get kitty-cat tonight ! Even if you 're an cocksucker, I 'm so wild, I 'll just mount you in the middle of the theater !"

My blonde hair danced about my face as I shoved my properly foot through the leg hole. Then I thrust my left leg through the other. I worked that blue, cotton/poly blended textile up my thighs. It whisked against my peel, caressing me. A naughty quiver raced up to my vulva, electrifying my clit. I shuddered as I wiggled it up my second joint. I pulled it over my derriere, the crotch subsiding against my trim, vestal kitty.

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

I stared at myself in the mirror, my fudge half-bunched around my waist, my hair's-breadth swaying promiscuous about my shoulder. My lip were just slick magazine maroon. This vibrant, bold colour. It was so ... adult.

That would n't do at all. I did n't have very much time to modify and fix my war paint. I had to move fast. What was up with this bird I was wearing ? Daddy would n't like how brusque it was. The hemline barely covered anything.

My impudence blushed a vivid scarlet. My virgin pussy tingled as I quickly ripped off the skimpy skirt. As I did, drive caught my gaze. I gasped at the mint of my top in my mirror. I could see my pap through the fabric. Why was n't I wearing a bra ? The stuff clung to my humble breasts. It was disgraceful.

After I stepped out of my skirt, I ripped off the top. I was just in my step-in. I paused, turning my hips, studying my soma. The light-blue fabric of the panty molded to my rump, the letters, showing up in a depraved textbook across my ass, looked so cute. I giggled, wiggling my hips. The step-in were so honest.

I was a dada 's girl.

humming, I found that pink dame Mom recommended. It was perfect. So cute. Daddy would screw it. I stepped into it and worked it up my ramification quickly. I did n't have often time. My firm, young titty jiggled. I zipped up the doll.

My hips shook as my hands slid over my flat tire stomach. I considered what to outwear with the skirt. I needed a stark top for my appointment. I did n't have fourth dimension to witness a bra, but I remembered the demand blouse I needed. It was a Elwyn Brooks White blouse, something a schoolgirl would wear.

Perfect.

I fetched the white blouse out of my closet while bubbling with agitation. My nipples tingled, just aching to be tweaked. I knew he would love how I was dressed. He would absolutely approve. There would be no anger from him.

Why had I even wanted to let down 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 prickling racing through me, I understood who I was. I was just what my panties said.

A pappa 's girl.

I buttoned up the blouse, feeling it fit snugly about my torso. It was a footling 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 cloth. I bit my lip, wondering if I had prison term to put on a bra.

No, I did n't. I would consume to go without it.

I darted to my composition table, needing to remove off this garish lipstick. Whatever possessed me to purchase this whorish hue ? I grabbed a poriferan and the rubbing alcoholic beverage then quickly wiped off the hue. I worked fast, knowing that George III would be here at any time. If I wore lipstick like this, he might consider I 'd want to have ... sex with him.

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

My nub racing, my blonde hair dancing, I worked fast. I was so cognizant of the clock time. Not a lot 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 reserve shadowiness. A overnice, flaccid pink. Bubblicious joy. I uncapped it, applying the paler shade on my lips. It brought out my natural colour, making my mouth seem a little plumper. A short cuter. The chairwoman creaked beneath me as I applied it too fast. I winced at the pink smeared across my speed lip. I grabbed a tissue and quickly scrubbed it away. I touched up my lips, then smacked them against the tissue to get off the excess.

I ran my glossa over my rim, feeling the waxy texture. I nodded in delectation. I stood up, ready for my appointment and ...

There was something missing. Something Sir 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 wench, its fabric flowing in pleated folds down to my lower second joint. I cocked my psyche, my loose, blonde curls sliding around my boldness and ...

"That 's it !"I gasped.

I pulled open the drawer of my makeup table and snagged the first off two pink scrunches I could chance. I grabbed my fuzz, gathering half of it up into a pigtail, and wrapped it up with the stretchy band. In here and now, my locks tumbled down to my shoulder in a drop of favourable delight. I grabbed the early scrunchy and made my early tail. I loved how it transformed my face. It made me look more like a cute, minuscule girl. Just the way Daddy liked to see me.

Wholesome.

inexperienced person.

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

I was perfect. With a lightheaded giggle, I darted to the door. I threw it loose, my sock-covered feet whisking on the carpet. I scampered down the step, my skirt flying about my thighs. My pigtails bounced with such playful delight. I reached the bottom of the stairs and flare-up into the keep way. pop was already sitting on his recliner, his legs thrown out before him. He glanced at me and blinked.

"What do you guess ?"I asked."Is this more capture ? Huh, pappa ?"

He nodded his headspring."There 's my girl,"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 happy that you 're listening to your father."

"He does have it away better,"I said.

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

I flounced to my father, my skirt swirling about my second joint. With knockabout vitality, I threw myself onto his lap and straddled him. He groaned, his eyes flicking up and down my consistency. My nipples tingled, this naughty chill dancing through me. I resisted the itch to titter. I felt so loathsome right now. I leaned in and gave my dad a quick kiss on the lips.

"I 'm so disconsolate, pappa,"I purred."Do you forgive me ?"

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

I wiggled, feeling naughty as I pressed my new panties into his crotch. I could experience the word on the rump almost burning me through the cloth. I wondered if dada wanted to see my underclothes ? To see that I was a good girl and was n't wearing that foul thong.

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

He groaned as I climbed off him. I gasped, almost falling over as I slipped off the recliner. His chair wobbled. It creaked as his legs pulled in the go part. His cheeks were red, his chest rising and falling in his brown sweater. I turned around, wiggling my cute rump at him.

"See, Daddy,"I purred, flipping up my doll."I 'm not wearing that nasty G-string. I 'm wearing a right pair of panties."

"pappa 's miss,"he groaned, now sounding like someone strangled him.

What was haywire with my daddy ?

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

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

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

"Yeah,"he growled."Maybe a small ... 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 small breast jiggled in my tight, lily-white blouse. I clapped my hands together as such joy squealed from my lips.

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

"Daddy loves my new panties,"I purred.

"No, I do n't,"papa quickly said."I just ... thought they were more appropriate for her to wear upon on a date than the last pair."

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

I stopped bouncing in berth, feeling dada 's eyes on me. His face were even red now. He shifted on the chairperson as he adjusted his knickers. My eyes notice the large bulge in the presence of his khaki slacks. My boldness blazed with heat as a molten lust formed bass inside of my virgin slit. dada was hard. He looked so big, straining the front of his trousers. My spit flicked across my glossy backtalk as a shiver ran through my trunk.

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

He cleared his throat.

I sauntered to the chair, my hands clasped behind my back while my rosehip flap side to side. This wicked thrill ran through me. His eyes were locked on me, drinking in my young charms. He was staring at me with such hungry eyes.

"I think you really, really like my panties."I purred."I 'm so sorry for making you uncomfortable. Let me 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 stop me, my handwriting reached his bulging crotch. I shuddered as I felt his girth through his khaki mire. A chill raced out of my pantie, electrifying my virgin twat. Jolts shot throughout my body, caressing me and making me shiver in ecstatic delight.

I would realize Daddy so felicitous. Be such a near, little girl.

"the Nazarene, Bretagne !"He growled, his hands fumbling to grab my wrist.

I do n't know how his strong hired man did n't seize me before I had his belt undone and his bloomers unfastened. His slide fastener rasped as I pulled open his fly, revealing his tartan boxers tented by his straining cock. His face was so red, his oculus bulging with warning device. He managed to snag my left wrist while my right hand darted into his underwear and pulled out his dick.

It was like the world froze as I saw my daddy 's cock for the for the first time time. It was so thick and foresightful, his shaft warm in my helping hand, pulsing with a cadence. His core beat. The tip ended at a pink, mushroom-shaped crownwork, a little prick at the pinnacle beaded with a authorise liquid. Precum.

My lingua slid over my pinko, slick lips. A thirst ran through me. This desire to be such a in effect, little girl for my dad consumed me. My head darted down, my blonde pigtails flying. I opened all-encompassing to absorb his dick. My backtalk about his pate. I tasted salty precum.

I swallowed his dick.

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

His hand squeezed knockout about my entrust wrist as my lips sealed besotted around the tip of his shaft. I sucked on my first cock, my brass hollowing. My tongue explored around the poll, feeling the squishy texture. His salty precum melted across my tongue, setting awake my gustatory modality buds. My virgin pussycat clenched, my succus soaking my juicy step-in. My tit ached against my blouse as Daddy growled out his pleasure.

My head moved, turning from slope to side and bobbing up and down. My backtalk slid along his cock, caressing his throbbing barb. An incestuous thrill ran through me, this wanton delight. I suck so hard, reveling in his precum spilling into my lip. My tongue danced around the poll, savoring the flavor of his juices.

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

The joy my daddy felt stimulate me. I was pleasing him. I was making him find so full. This was grand. I sucked harder, making these naughty slurping sounds. My tommyrot dribbled down his shaft as I bobbed my head.

He let go of my left wrist to seize my early pigtail. dada gripped them both. He wrapped my prosperous hair around his fingerbreadth. He growled, his vocalism so throaty. It made me so well-chosen to please him.

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

"naught, Courtney,"Daddy gasped. He jerked up on my pigtails, sliding my oral fissure up his dick. It was like he wanted me to block up. Why ?

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

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

"Courtney ?"dada groaned, his bobby pin relaxing on my pigtails. It allowed me to take more of his cock in my mouth. I slid my rim down his length, loving him the full way. His tool brushed the back of my throat. He twitched and throbbed in my lip, feeling so grand. This naughty thrill ran through me. My pussy felt so juicy, soaking the crotch of my wicked panties.

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

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

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

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

Was he about to cum ?

My aright helping hand cupped his ballock, playing with them. They were a little cooler 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 panty tingling against my aching kitty. His hands tightened on my whisker. He growled with such passion.

"Breiz !"he panted."I do n't sleep together ... Oh, God, I do n't know what 's gotten into you, but ... Oh, shag, yes !"

daddy 's salty cum fired into my mouth.

"swallow it all !"he snarled as spurt after jet of his salty, toothsome jizz filled my mouth. I gulped down the first-class honours degree mouthful, feeling it slue down to my abdomen."Be daddy 's thoroughly girl and swallow every fucking drop."

I did.

He kept spurting, his jizz firing into my mouth. I swallowed it as fast as I could, savoring every creamy drop sliding down my throat 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 backbreaking, drawing out the last of his cum.

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

I sucked one final metre to make sure enough I had every bead, then I popped my mouth 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 ostentation. I gasped as he seized my hips and pushed me down onto the couch. He was like a maddened wolf. I trembled as he buried his face between my thighs. My virgin flesh quivered as he thrust up my skirt, exposing the light-blue panties.

Did he see how wet I was ? Was there a wickedness discolouration across my crotch ?

"Brittany,"he growled, his finger's breadth hooking the waistband of my pantie. A wild tingle seemed to raceway through me, a shock that I swear wire us both. I gasped, my cunt clenching and my nipples throbbing. Then pa ripped off my panties. I gasped, my legs flying up into the air. They were pressed together by the kickshaw garment sliding up my soaker thighs, past my knees, and then over my slender calves.

My legs fell apart, my shaved, virgin flesh exposed to my Daddy 's hungry regard. His heart locked right there, staring at me. My cheeks burned as he gripped my panties in his right hand. He rubbed the electrifying textile up against my second joint as his hired hand slid closer and closer to my pussy.

I whimpered."Daddy !"

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

His face pressed into my shaved snatch. I gasped, feeling the shadow of his whiskers against my tender human body. It was a manly delight, his hair rubbing rocky across my delicate flesh. My toes curled. My pussy clenched, and then I gasped as his tongue flicked through my folds. He caressed over my hymen, that thin tissue layer of skin that proved I was still a ripe girl. Then his tongue flicked my clit.

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

It was so much more intense than my own fumbling masturbation. This was so much full than rubbing my feverous flesh in the swarthiness of my bedroom, imagining those pathetic guy wire at my college like my date, Saint George. They were male child, not a man like my pappa. I trembled as he licked again and again, lapping up my cream. I inhaled, smelling myself.

Daddy 's eyes stared up my trunk, looking at my low breasts molded by the too-tight blouse I wore. My nipples ached and throbbed. I had to show them to him. Whimpering, my work force flew to the clitoris of my blouse. They were minor and made of shed light on plastic. My ovolo pushed the beginning button through its grummet, exposing Sir Thomas More of my skin.

I popped the second gear one through. The third base one. I showed just a hint of my segmentation as dad 's tongue lapped at my folds. He caressed me. He stroked my clitoris and teased my labia. My soundbox shuddered as I undid the fourth button, only a few more remaining.

I pressed the fifth—

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

I ripped spread out my blouse as she opened the door.

I exposed my eighteen-year-old breast to my pa. He stared up at me as he sucked on my clit. His left hand, the one not holding my panties, slid up my marriageable body towards my diminutive tit. His ghost was hot. Electrifying.

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

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

"Oh, no, I do n't bear in mind waiting, Mrs. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith,"my date said."I just thought that your married man was still at work."

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

As pappa 's large manus engulfed my small breast, I glanced at my date. George was such a boy, skinny, a foolish grin on his face as he stared at me. I could only nod, whimpering ; my teeth clenched as dad sucked harder on my button. I squirmed, this wild heat building and building inside of me. daddy 's knife lapped up my flooding juices as his finger's breadth and thumb pinched my nipple.

"Oh, yes, Daddy !"I moaned.

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

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

George V just sat there while a real man ate me out. My pop loved me. My second joint clamped about my daddy 's brass. I whimpered as he pinched and rolled my nipple while his clapper darted around my clit. Every moment brought me closer and closer to an exploding sexual climax. It was unbelievable. I was going to experience such raptus. Such a wicked, marvelous delight. My back arched, the passion growing and growing inside of me.

"Oh, George, papa is going to take a crap me cum,"I moaned."He 's so good at this. His lips feel amazing on my clit."

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

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

I did n't care what Saint George had to say. Mom droned on and on, chit-chatting with my escort while I could only bask Daddy 's hungry mouth. His right mitt, holding my tingling panties against my intimate second joint. He pressed the naughty fabric high-pitched up my leg. I groaned as he rubbed the fabric into my juicy flesh and sucked on my button. The pleasure was swelling and swelling inside of me. I could n't learn much more than of this.

Daddy was just amazing.

My oculus squeezed shut as my cunt clenched tight. Every one of his sucks built and built the pressing inside of me. He twisted my pap, adding jerk of raptus that shot down to my virgin pussy. My toes curled. I squirmed against the couch, my pigtails dancing around my heading. It was so much. So wonderful.

"Daddy !"

I came.

Daddy gave me an orgasm that was so much more intense than masturbating. So much unspoiled than stroking myself. Daddy rubbed my pantie into the outer congregation of my convulsing pussy. I writhed deep interior of me, aching to be filled. For my utter depths to be penetrated by a man.

By my pop.

He sucked on my button, growling around it like a hungry beast. Wave after wafture of rapture flooded through me. My eye shot open as I bucked in pleasure. I ground against him, squeaking and gasping and moaning in mute delight. My orgasm overwhelmed me. The bliss drowned my thoughts. My hands trembled. My left hand darted out, brushing George 's. I grasped my date 's articulatio radiocarpea as my daddy made me cum.

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

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

I shuddered as my orgasmic rapture hit its crown. I hung there for a fantastic second before I floated down into buzzing cloud nine. I kept gripping George 's wrist, squeezing him as my moan grew softer. I sucked in deep breathing place, struggling to regain myself. Little moan and flabby sigh escape my lip. I felt so dizzy. Almost dazed.

"Oh, Daddy, that was amazing."

papa rose above me, staring down at me. I shuddered, witnessing his cock thrust out of the fly of his slacks. He was so intemperate. He was in such demand 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 little female child could give him.

"I 'm bad, George II,"I told my date."I just ca n't leave my daddy here with a hardon. You understand, right ?"

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

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

"Your ripe missy, dada,"I moaned, my free hand darting out to grab his dick."I 'm ready. I 'm set up to give you my virginity. I saved it just for you, Daddy."

I held Daddy 's hammer in my script, feeling how fond it was. He throbbed and pulsed, the pulsation of his cacoethes pumping through his cinch. He stared down at me, this central growl growing and growing in his throat. I shuddered, gripping George I 's wrist as I brought my papa finisher 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 pussycat lips. His growl grew louder and louder as I brought him towards the entryway of my pussycat. He could find my Hymen, that cogent evidence that I was his good young lady. I quivered there, ready to be penetrated.

"I love you, papa !"I moaned.

"Breiz !"dada growled and thrust.

My centre widened as my hymen stretched and stretched. George winced as I gripped his carpus with a pissed clutch. I groaned, the pain growing. I knew losing my virginity would hurt, but it would be so worth it to give my pop this natural endowment. I moaned through my clinched teeth as he kept pushing against my hymen.

My cherry popped.

I gasped as pappa plunged respective column inch into my deflowered depths. My eyes widened as he went mysterious and rich. 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 astuteness. My thigh latched around him, pulling him in as the pleasurable massage of his tool against my juicy walls soothed away the momentary pain.

dada stared into my eyes.

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

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

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

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

"Oh, hush, let them relish themselves,"Mom said."Henry M. Robert, honey, prepare our daughter 's first of all time magical."

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

"Ready ?"he asked.

"Uh-huh,"I moaned and nodded.

It was so incredible as he drew back his hips. My racy cunny clenched around his dick. My deflower flesh clung to him. Pleasure rippled through me. Every inch of him moving through my pussy gave me such transport. I shuddered, my finger's breadth flexing. I gripped Saint George 's with my leave alone hired man while my right reached out to snap up the book binding of daddy 's neck. I pulled him down as his shaft thrust back into me. His heavy balls smacked my taint. My cuckoo clenched around them as a moving ridge of joy shot through me.

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

The couch groaned as daddy pumped his hips. He pressed me back into the shock absorber, my pussy welcoming his every jabbing. I humped against him, my little titties jiggling. It was so incredible. Another orgasm built and built inside of me. My cunny fed on the friction of daddy 's big cock plunging into me again and again. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering as the raptus spilled through my body.

pappa 's wakeless ballock smacked into me again and again. They brimmed with his cum. I wanted that in me. No safety. No birth restraint. Just his incestuous passion mixed inside of me. It felt so right. My hip joint undulated, stirring my risque cunny around his thrusting dick. My clit ached and throbbed, bursting with pleasure every fourth dimension it rubbed against his pubic bone.

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

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

I gasped and moaned, gripping George 's radiocarpal joint as I came closer and closer to my culmination. My entire soundbox tensed. daddy drive faster. It was like he sensed my need. He knew that I needed a bit more friction to set off my fire. I could feel the gage rising. The tinder was about to catch.

I blazed.

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

Flames of raptus burned out of my slit. Heat swept through my physical structure, setting my psyche on fire. I gasped and moaned. Stars, small sparks that flared and died, danced before my eyes. My cunny spasmed and writhed about his dick plunging in and out of me. Every drive sent more rapturous heat sweeping through me.

"Breiz,"daddy growled, slamming into me.

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

Daddy thrust into me, plowing into my spasming kitty-cat over and over. My cunt convulsed around his hammer, welcoming him with every thrust. I was massaging it with my once-pure bod. I was savoring every plunge, every hard thrust of his tool into me. The pleasance burned red-hot and hotter inside of me. I whimpered, my left hand clutching on George 's wrist, feeling my engagement squirm 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 daughter needs it."

"I do, George."My cunt writhed about my pop 's cock."I do need my daddy 's cum in me. Please, please, give it to me, pop !"

"Brittany, dearest !"pappa growled, clutching those electrifying step-in in his hand. He slammed to the hilt in me. My small titties quivered as his balls smacked into my taint.

I felt the starting time spurt of Daddy 's hot cum firing in my prolific depths.

My cunt writhed harder. An sexual climax far more intense than the others, a firestorm of XTC, swept through me. My cunny milked my daddy 's cock. I felt every eruption of his incestuous seed into me. I gasped and moaned, the darkness now devouring my imaginativeness. I squealed, ineffective to say password as this magical moment swept over me. I stared into my daddy 's obscure centre as he grunted. Groaned.

I knew I 'd always be his little girl.

He kissed me. His knife thrust into my mouth as my slit wrung his cock dry. He grunted while my pleasure peeked in me. I released George 's radiocarpal joint to hug my pop 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 wax of his wonderful cum.

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

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

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

Daddy smiled."Yes, he has."

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, he will,"I said, lifting up my rump so I could pull on my cute panties the eternal rest of the way. I felt the crotch seat against my shaved pussy, making sure pop 's cum would be in me all throughout my date."I want to get dwelling house with adequate clock time to progress to love 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 lounge."Robert, honey, I 'll consume dinner ready 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 consume to wait until he got home tonight to strike care of that. I certainly was n't going to founder him anything. Not even a hand job. I was a good girl. My hands, my mouth, my cunt, and even my asshole, were all Daddy's.

George IV stood up and took my arm. I smiled, looking up at him."And you behave,"I told him."I 'm a good fille, remember ?"

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

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

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The figure who created the scanty smiled.

His first creation was a huge success. It was deserving the time lag for Brittany to finally put them on. He knew she would be forever felicitous. In nine months, she would produce a infant. The 1st of the many children she would bear her Daddy. One day, she would even get married, but she would forever give herself to her father. Her husband, maybe even this stooge George, would understand. He might be married to Brittany, but her consistency would forever belong to her daddy.

The figure brushed the next pair of panties with a 1 Logos printed across the back end in gold, sparkling varsity letter : Bratty.

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