Mind-Control Panties

taradiddle One : Incestuous awakening

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

notation : Thanks to carom for Beta reading this !

In a certain plaza, in a clothing storage frequented by the topical anesthetic college girls, a physique wandered.

Nondescript. The case of person no one would ever await at twice. The figure drifted through the store, browsing the shelf, glancing at the ware. Trendy clothing. Flashy and bright, full moon of pastel colors. The form paused at one exhibit with a selection of panties covered in salacious slogan printed across the rear, designed to hug the firm, toned rump of a girl budding into her sexuality. The frame, with a casual gesture, added its own scanty to the stack. One with its own especial phrase written upon it.

Daddy 's Girl.

The shape continued on. An commentator would have hardly noticed that anything had happened. The light-blue panties with the pink lettering did n't support out at amid the others.

It was n't long before a gaggle of young women, eighteen or nineteen, entered the store. Their brilliant laughter echoed through the retail outer space as they attacked the clothing single-foot like a mint of hungry vultures. Only, no vulture was ever as succulent of these nubile, Brigham Young things.

One of them, a eighteen-year-old sophomore named Brittany Smith, was looking for the perfect outfit. Her blonde tomentum fell loose about her round face, her mouth plump and covered in a shiny, pink lip gloss. She had a sweetheart brand on her pep pill lip, her blue eyes bright as she stumbled with her friends, gossiping, enjoying the verve of youth.

The laugh increased when they reached the display with the panties. They giggled in embarrassed delight at the naughty phrases. They joked about accidentally flashing their pantie and letting this or that cute guy see the enticing phrases printed in meretricious missive across their rumps.

Brittany 's gaze fell on the light-blue panties with the pink inscription. She touched the cotton/poly blend and felt a strange shiver race through her. She was most certainly not a daddy 's female child. She hated how restrictive her father was. Robert Smith was a man with unassailable opinions about how his daughter should act. popular opinion Brittany most definitely did not share.

However, there was something so titillating about the phrase.

Something naughty.

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

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

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

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< inviolable > Breiz Captain John Smith < /strong >

A nervous flutter ran through me. I had my initiative particular date with George Harvey tonight. I was giddy with excitement. He was such a stud. So much better than Brad, whom I 'd dumped finale week when I caught him texting that crud Miranda Brenner. George III was definitely bettor than that crippled Stephen. Why did I ever think dating him would be fun ? He had become way too a good deal like my begetter, wanting to control me.

"F that,"I muttered to myself as I capped my Passion Fruit Maroon lip rouge. My lips were a bright, vibrant red. It set off the blue of my eyes and made me face deliciously irresistible.

My hips swayed in a new chick I 'd bought earlier at the mall, my small-scale bosom bouncing in the negligee-like top I wore. The slim down fabric dangled from spaghetti straps that molded to my body and gave ample proof I was n't wearing a bra. My firm, vernal nipples pressed hard against the material.

George V would be here soon. I was so eagre to be picked up. The older boy was exciting. I could n't hold back to bear witness him just how grown-up I could be. It was finally time for me to suffer my virginity.

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

The buzzer rang.

I gasped, a jerk of shock absorber running through me. George I was early. I was supposed to have another 30 minutes to make sure I was perfect. That my blond hair was falling in perfect tense waving around my facial expression, that my makeup was sultry and exciting, and that my kit fit me perfectly. I was wearing my new thong, the lose weight shoulder strap of material buried between the peachy bender of my bubbly ass.

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

I darted downstairs, my feet slapping on the stone's throw, my youthful breasts jiggling in my top. The fabric rubbed against my marrow, sending excited shudder down to my slit. I was ready for this Night. I was eager—

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

I let out a close shave of fright. Why was my Father of the Church 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 embrown eyes flicked up to me, his back straightening as he witnessed my cute getup, dislike crossing his airless face. Color spotted his cheeks as his nostrils flared. I froze on the steps, clutching the polished banister, my heart thundering beneath my breasts.

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

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

My mother glanced at me, biting her dispirited lip."fountainhead, I 'll take it 's a little much, but she 's growing up."

"Growing up into what ?"he demanded.

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

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

"Not dressed like that,"dada 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 ft."Oh, yes I am !"

"Now, honey,"Mom said, her voice balmy."That skirt is a little brusque. I mean ... What is your date going to think ?"

"That I 'm fine ! 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 chocolate-brown eyes were intense. He may look mild-mannered in his beige slump and perspirer, but he still had that military mien. He worked in an office now, but ...

"This is what all the young lady wear,"I said.

"You 're not all girls. 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 greenback, including that damn sound you spend all your time messing around on, then you 're going to tog how I say !"

The bottom fell out of my stomach. That was no empty-bellied threat."I need my headphone. I have to persist 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 creation ? How will I know what 's going on ?"

"By all agency, go out there dressed like that and see how great your spirit is without that footling box."He stood aside, sweeping his arm."After all, you 're practically an grownup. There is an integral world out there waiting for you. line of work. Bills."

"But ..."my lower lip quivered.

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

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

"trade good,"Dad said, nodding.

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

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

I stared into his eyes, refusing to expect away. Fury boiled through me. He looked so calm. A rock. It shook me up, my anger faltering. I trembled, swallowing. Was he serious ? Would he really shove my cute eubstance into a shapeless burqa ? My eyes watered as I forced them to stay subject. My feet squirmed.

He was relentless. Unfeeling.

"I hate you !"I snarled as I whirled around."I hate you so a good deal !"

"That 's fine,"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 arrive at me line up like a piffling girl ?"I hissed in annoyance.

Then I remembered the complete span of panties. That would show him.

I whirled around and darted for my actor's assistant. I grabbed the smoothen, white knobs and yanked it give. My panties and bra shifted around inside from the vehemence of my activity. My gaze darted around the dainty garments. Then, I spotted what I was looking for. Light-blue fabric. Some of the pink letters showing. I grinned. I shoved my hands beneath my skirt, hooking the sash of my new thong, and ripped it down my thighs. My dame swayed. I could experience it dancing over the cheek of my plump ass. I stepped out of the kickshaw panties, my line boiling.

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

I unfolded the especial panties, nodding in satisfaction at the pot of the pink letters."pappa '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 pussy tonight ! Even if you 're an SOB, I 'm so furious, I 'll just mount you in the middle of the theater !"

My blond hair danced about my case as I shoved my veracious foot through the leg kettle of fish. Then I thrust my odd leg through the other. I worked that blue devil, cotton/poly blended stuff up my thighs. It whisked against my skin, caressing me. A naughty tingle raced up to my vulva, electrifying my clit. I shuddered as I wiggled it up my thigh. I pulled it over my tush, the crotch settling against my shaven, virgin pussy.

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

I stared at myself in the mirror, my skirt half-bunched around my waist, my fuzz swaying let loose about my shoulders. My lips were just calendered maroon. This vivacious, bold people of color. It was so ... adult.

That would n't do at all. I did n't have much time to alter and fix my make-up. I had to affect fast. What was up with this skirt I was wearing ? daddy would n't like how short it was. The hemline barely covered anything.

My cheeks blushed a brilliant scarlet. My Virgin twat tingled as I quickly ripped off the skimpy skirt. As I did, drive caught my gaze. I gasped at the sight of my top in my mirror. I could see my pap through the fabric. Why was n't I wearing a bra ? The fabric clung to my belittled white meat. It was disgraceful.

After I stepped out of my annulus, I ripped off the top. I was just in my panties. I paused, turning my hips, studying my figure. The light-blue fabric of the panties molded to my rump, the letters, showing up in a depraved schoolbook across my ass, looked so cute. I giggled, wiggling my rose hip. The panty were so true.

I was a daddy 's girl.

humming, I found that pink skirt Mom recommended. It was perfect. So cunning. Daddy would make out it. I stepped into it and worked it up my pegleg quickly. I did n't have a great deal metre. My firm, young breast jiggled. I zipped up the skirt.

My hips shook as my manus slid over my flat stomach. I considered what to wear upon with the skirt. I needed a perfect top for my engagement. I did n't get time to notice 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 blouse out of my press while bubbling with excitement. My mammilla tingled, just aching to be tweaked. I knew he would have sex how I was dressed. He would absolutely approve. There would be no anger from him.

Why had I even wanted to disappoint him ?

I could n't believe I thought of dressing like such a fancy woman. 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 panty said.

A daddy 's girl.

I buttoned up the blouse, feeling it fit snugly about my body. It was a little 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 textile. I bit my lip, wondering if I had time to put on a bra.

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

I darted to my physical composition table, needing to choose off this tacky lip rouge. 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 prison term. If I wore lip rouge like this, he might think I 'd want to possess ... sex with him.

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

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

My lipstick smeared off, I found a more appropriate shade. A nice, soft pink. Bubblicious delectation. I uncapped it, applying the paler nuance on my lips. It brought out my born semblance, making my lips seem a little plumper. A little cuter. The chair creaked beneath me as I applied it too fast. I winced at the pink smeared across my pep pill 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 tongue over my lips, feeling the waxy grain. I nodded in delight. I stood up, gear up for my escort and ...

There was something missing. Something more than 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 material flow in pleated plica down to my low thigh. I cocked my point, my free, blond curl sliding around my boldness and ...

"That 's it !"I gasped.

I pulled open the drawer of my war paint table and snagged the outset two pink scrunches I could come up. I grabbed my hair, gathering half of it up into a pigtail, and wrapped it up with the stretchy band. In bit, my whorl tumbled down to my shoulder in a tumble of golden delight. I grabbed the other scrunchy and made my other tail. I loved how it transformed my face. It made me calculate more like a cute, short girl. Just the way dad liked to see me.

Wholesome.

inexperienced person.

Not the kind who would surrender her virginity on a engagement with a boy.

I was perfect. With a light-headed giggle, I darted to the door. I threw it open air, my sock-covered metrical unit whisking on the carpet. I scampered down the stairs, my chick flying about my thighs. My pigtails bounced with such playful delight. I reached the bottom of the steps and burst into the living way. pa 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 head out from the kitchen."Oh, you just look so deary,"she said."Brittany, I 'm so gladiolus that you 're listening to your father."

"He does recognise sound,"I said.

My father 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 chick swirling about my second joint. With robustious DOE, I threw myself onto his lap and straddled him. He groaned, his eyes flicking up and down my body. My nipples tingled, this naughty thrill dancing through me. I resisted the urge to giggle. I felt so wicked rightfulness now. I leaned in and gave my dad a quick kiss on the lips.

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

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

I wiggled, feeling naughty as I pressed my new panties into his crotch. I could feel the words on the rump almost burning me through the cloth. I wondered if Daddy wanted to see my underclothes ? To see that I was a good girl and was n't wearing that nasty 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 chair wobbled. It creaked as his legs pulled in the widen component part. His cheeks were red, his chest rising and falling in his dark-brown sweater. I turned around, wiggling my cute seat at him.

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

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

What was wrongly with my daddy ?

"Yep, I 'm your good, little young woman. I love being a dada 's girl."

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

I threw a tone over my articulatio humeri, my lower lip padding."Are you certain ? Do n't you like how I look in my panties ?"

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

I squealed in delight at that. I spun around and bounced in place, my pigtails flying about my aspect. My tit ached as my lilliputian breast jiggled in my tight, gabardine blouse. I clapped my work force together as such delight squealed from my lips.

Mom thrust her head word back into the living 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 break on a day of the month than the live pair."

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

I stopped bouncing in place, feeling dad 's heart on me. His face were even cherry now. He shifted on the chairperson as he adjusted his bloomers. My heart notice the boastfully bulge in the front of his khaki slacks. My cheek blazed with heat as a molten lecherousness formed thick inside of my Virgo pussy. Daddy was hard. He looked so big, straining the battlefront of his pant. My clapper flicked across my glossy brim as a shiver ran through my consistence.

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

He cleared his throat.

I sauntered to the chair, my mitt clasped behind my back while my hips undulated incline to side. This wicked chill ran through me. His eyes were locked on me, drinking in my vernal appealingness. 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 dada could halt me, my hands reached his bulging crotch. I shuddered as I felt his girth through his khaki slack water. A tingle raced out of my panties, electrifying my virgin pussy. Jolts barb throughout my body, caressing me and making me shake in ecstatic delight.

I would take daddy so happy. Be such a good, petty girl.

"Christ, Breiz !"He growled, his hands fumbling to catch my wrist.

I do n't acknowledge how his secure hands did n't seize me before I had his belt undone and his knickers unfastened. His zip fastener rasped as I pulled undefended his fly, revealing his plaid shorts tented by his straining cock. His facial expression was so red, his middle bulging with alarm. He managed to snag my left field wrist while my right script darted into his underwear and pulled out his dick.

It was like the world froze as I saw my daddy 's cock for the first time. It was so thick and long, his shaft warm in my hand, pulsing with a rhythm. His kernel beat. The tip ended at a pink, mushroom-shaped crown, a petty slit at the tiptop beaded with a clear liquid. Precum.

My lingua slid over my pinko, glossy lips. A hunger ran through me. This desire to be such a good, little girl for my daddy consumed me. My mind darted down, my blond pigtails flying. I opened wide to engross his dick. My lips about his poll. I tasted salty precum.

I swallowed his dick.

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

His manus squeezed hard about my left wrist as my mouth sealed slopped around the tip of his cock. I sucked on my first of all hammer, my cheeks hollowing. My knife explored around the crest, feeling the spongy texture. His salty precum melted across my lingua, setting active my appreciation buds. My virgin pussy clenched, my juices soaking my naughty panties. My nipples ached against my blouse as Daddy growled out his pleasure.

My read/write head moved, turning from side of meat to side and bobbing up and down. My lips slid along his cock, caressing his throb shaft. An incestuous shudder ran through me, this wanton delectation. I suck so hard, reveling in his precum spilling into my sass. My tongue danced around the crown, savoring the flavor of his juices.

"You 're going to get me in so much trouble,"he growled, his exit hand 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 feel so good. This was wondrous. I sucked harder, making these gamey slurping sound. My drivel dribbled down his shaft as I bobbed my caput.

He let go of my allow for articulatio radiocarpea to grab my other pigtail. daddy gripped them both. He wrapped my golden hair around his fingers. He growled, his phonation so throaty. It made me so happy to please him.

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

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

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

I moaned around daddy 's dick, wanting to say I would get down every drop of his jizz, but I could n't. I had to sustain sucking.

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

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

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

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

daddy groaned as he shifted. He panted, his font twisting with pleasance. His dick twitched and throbbed in my mouth. The taste of his precum grew hard and stronger. That had to intend something.

Was he about to cum ?

My right paw cupped his musket ball, playing with them. They were a small cooler than his cock and covered in his hair. They twitched as I sucked. I was assuage with them, playing with them just the way I knew he 'd like, my step-in tingling against my aching pussy. His workforce tightened on my hair. He growled with such passion.

"Brittany !"he panted."I do n't get laid ... Oh, God, I do n't have it away what 's gotten into you, but ... Oh, piece of tail, yes !"

daddy 's salty cum fired into my mouth.

"swallow it all !"he snarled as spirt after spurt of his salty, yummy jizz filled my back talk. I gulped down the first taste, feeling it slew down to my stomach."Be daddy 's in force girl and deglutition every fucking drop."

I did.

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

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

I sucked one final time to make sure I had every drop, then I popped my back talk off him. I straightened up, staring at him with febrile eyes. papa, my kitty-cat is all wet and itchy and ... and ... I need something. I need to ... I need to, cum, too !"

daddy was on me in a newsbreak. 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 virgin flesh quivered as he thrust up my skirt, exposing the pale blue panties.

Did he see how wet I was ? Was there a dark stain across my genitals ?

"Brittany,"he growled, his fingerbreadth hooking the waistband of my step-in. A wild shiver seemed to race through me, a shock that I swear wire us both. I gasped, my purulent clenching and my mamilla throbbing. Then Daddy ripped off my panty. I gasped, my pegleg flying up into the air. They were pressed together by the delicacy garment sliding up my boozer thigh, past my articulatio genus, and then over my slender calves.

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

I whimpered."papa !"

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

His face pressed into my shaven twat. I gasped, feeling the shadow of his sensory hair against my raw physique. It was a manly delight, his whiskers rubbing crude across my delicate flesh. My toes curled. My pussy clenched, and then I gasped as his tongue flicked through my crimp. He caressed over my hymen, that reduce membrane of skin that proved I was still a good girl. Then his tongue flicked my clit.

I gasped out in exaltation as the delight exploded from my bud.

It was so much more intense than my own fumbling onanism. This was so very much better than rubbing my feverish figure in the darkness of my chamber, imagining those pathetic bozo at my college like my appointment, George. They were son, not a man like my Daddy. I trembled as he licked again and again, lapping up my emollient. I inhaled, smelling myself.

Daddy 's eyes stared up my physical structure, looking at my small boob molded by the too-tight blouse I wore. My mamilla ached and throbbed. I had to evidence them to him. Whimpering, my hands flew to the clitoris of my blouse. They were humble and made of clear charge card. My thumb pushed the first button through its eyelet, exposing Sir Thomas More of my skin.

I popped the s one through. The tierce one. I showed just a hint of my cleavage as pappa '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 button, only a few more than remaining.

I pressed the fifth—

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

I ripped out-of-doors my blouse as she opened the door.

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

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

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

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

"wellspring, he had to send his daughter off on your day of the month properly,"Mom said.

As pa 's large hand engulfed my small tit, I glanced at my date. George VI 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 Daddy sucked harder on my clit. I squirmed, this wild heat construction and edifice interior of me. Daddy 's spit lapped up my flooding succus as his finger and pollex 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 overnice, blue shirt tucked into his denim. He rubbed his hands on them, giving my daddy and me a aflutter nod.

George III just sat there while a real man ate me out. My dad loved me. My thighs clamped about my daddy 's brass. I whimpered as he pinched and rolled my pap while his tongue darted around my clit. Every present moment brought me closer and close-fitting to an exploding coming. It was incredible. I was going to experience such rapture. Such a repelling, rattling pleasure. My back arched, the heat growing and growing inside of me.

"Oh, George V, Daddy is going to make me cum,"I moaned."He 's so good at this. His lips feel amazing on my clit."

George V nodded."That 's dainty, Brittany."

"So, George, where are you taking my girl ?"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 enjoy dada 's hungry mouth. His powerful handwriting, holding my tingling panties against my privileged thigh. He pressed the naughty cloth in high spirits up my leg. I groaned as he rubbed the fabric into my juicy flesh and sucked on my clit. The pleasure was swelling and swelling inside of me. I could n't take much more of this.

Daddy was just amazing.

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

"pa !"

I came.

papa gave me an climax that was so much more intense than masturbating. So much well than stroking myself. Daddy rubbed my panties into the outer folds of my convulsing twat. I writhed late inside of me, aching to be filled. For my stark depths to be penetrated by a man.

By my pappa.

He sucked on my clit, growling around it like a hungry beast. Wave after wave of raptus flooded through me. My heart shot open as I bucked in pleasure. I ground against him, squeaking and gasping and moaning in wordless pleasure. My coming overwhelmed me. The bliss drowned my thought process. My helping hand trembled. My left hand hand darted out, brushing George 's. I grasped my appointment 's articulatio radiocarpea as my daddy made me cum.

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

"She 's my little girl,"Daddy growled, lifting his face from my pussy.

I shuddered as my orgasmic rapture hit its visor. I hung there for a marvelous second before I floated down into buzzing blissfulness. I kept gripping George 's wrist, squeezing him as my moan grew softer. I sucked in cryptical breathing time, struggling to regain myself. niggling groan and balmy suspiration escape my lips. I felt so dizzy. Almost dazed.

"Oh, Daddy, that was amazing."

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

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

No, he needed something better. Something more than confidant. Something that only his little girl could kick in him.

"I 'm sorry, George,"I told my date."I just ca n't bequeath my papa here with a hardon. You understand, right ?"

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

"Good boy,"Daddy grunted in favourable reception."Brittany, I 've wanted you for so long. Goddamn, watching you modernize into that sexy, niggling minx has been almost more than I could take aim. The way you dress ... The way you flounced around, teasing me ... But you 're finally being a good girl."

"Your in force girl, daddy,"I moaned, my liberal hand darting out to catch his dick."I 'm cook. I 'm ready to give you my virginity. I saved it just for you, Daddy."

I held Daddy 's cock in my bridge player, feeling how warm it was. He throbbed and pulsed, the round of his passionateness pumping through his girth. He stared down at me, this primal growling 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 shaft against my virtuous vulva. His tip brushed my clitoris before I slid him down my snatch lips. His growl grew tawdry and louder as I brought him towards the entrance of my slit. He could experience my hymen, that substantiation that I was his good lady friend. I quivered there, gear up to be penetrated.

"I love you, papa !"I moaned.

"Breiz !"dada growled and thrust.

My optic widened as my hymen stretched and stretched. George VI winced as I gripped his wrist joint with a slopped clench. I groaned, the pain growing. I knew losing my virginity would hurt, but it would be so worth it to give my pa this giving. I moaned through my clinch teeth as he kept pushing against my hymen.

My cerise popped.

I gasped as dada plunged several column inch into my deflowered depths. My eyes widened as he went deeper and recondite. I could experience him reaching up inside of me. Our trunk were uniting. The very cock that had started me in my female parent 's womb was now sliding into my fertile astuteness. My thighs latched around him, pulling him in as the pleasurable massage of his dick against my juicy walls soothed away the fleeting pain.

pappa stared into my eyes.

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

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

"Oh, George, I took every inch of my pop 's tool. Is n't that rattling ?"

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

"Oh, hush, let them enjoy themselves,"Mom said."Henry Martyn Robert, dearest, pull in our daughter 's first clip magical."

"He is doing that, Mom,"I moaned as Daddy shifted his hip joint, stirring his cock interior of me."Daddy !"

"Ready ?"he asked.

"Uh-huh,"I moaned and nodded.

It was so unbelievable as he drew back his hips. My naughty cunny clenched around his shaft. My vitiate flesh clung to him. Pleasure rippled through me. Every in of him moving through my pussy gave me such delight. I shuddered, my finger's breadth flexing. I gripped George III 's with my left hand while my right reached out to catch the back of dada 's neck. I pulled him down as his cock thrusting back into me. His cloggy testicle smacked my taint. My snatch clenched around them as a moving ridge of pleasure shot through me.

"Daddy !"I moaned, wino on this moment.

The couch groaned as papa pumped his pelvic arch. He pressed me back into the cushions, my pussy welcoming his every thrust. I humped against him, my footling titties jiggling. It was so incredible. Another orgasm built and built inside of me. My cunny fed on the rubbing of pop 's big pecker plunging into me again and again. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering as the rapture spilled through my body.

Daddy 's sullen ballock smacked into me again and again. They brimmed with his seeded player. I wanted that in me. No safe. No birth controller. Just his incestuous passion interracial inside of me. It felt so decent. My hip undulated, stirring my risque cunny around his thrusting dick. My clit ached and throbbed, bursting with pleasure every prison term it rubbed against his pubic bone.

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

"Yeah,"my date groaned, his representative throaty as he watched a existent man fuck me. He watched my pop put his dick in me.

He stirred me up, my kitty boiling around him. I squeezed my twat tight about his midst cock. I clenched my spicy hollow. I did n't desire to let go. I wanted him to remain in me forever.

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

I blazed.

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

Flames of exaltation burned out of my pussy. Heat swept through my dead body, setting my intellect on fire. I gasped and moaned. lead, short sparks that flared and died, danced before my eyes. My cunny spasmed and writhed about his dick plunging in and out of me. Every thrust sent more rhapsodic heating plant sweeping through me.

"Brittany,"dad growled, slamming into me.

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

Daddy thrust into me, plowing into my spasming pussy over and over. My cunt convulsed around his turncock, welcoming him with every thrust. I was massaging it with my once-pure flesh. I was savoring every plunge, every hard poke of his hawkshaw into me. The pleasance burned blistering and hotter inside of me. I whimpered, my give hand clutching on George 's wrist, feeling my particular date wiggle beside me as my pappa made me cum over and over again.

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

"Yes, cum in our little fille, 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 cock."I do need my daddy 's cum in me. Please, please, give it to me, pa !"

"Brittany, honey !"Daddy growled, clutching those electrifying panty in his hand. He slammed to the hilt in me. My pocket-size tit quivered as his egg smacked into my taint.

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

My pussy writhed harder. An orgasm far more intense than the others, a firestorm of X, swept through me. My cunny milked my dada 's stopcock. I felt every irruption of his incestuous seminal fluid into me. I gasped and moaned, the duskiness now devouring my vision. I squealed, unable to say Good Book as this magical moment swept over me. I stared into my pappa 's moody eyes as he grunted. Groaned.

I knew I 'd always be his little girl.

He kissed me. His tongue thrust into my mouthpiece as my twat wrung his cock dry. He grunted while my delight 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 bead in me. I was full of his rattling cum.

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

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

I rubbed my goody nose into his boastfully 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 appointment. George VI 's been pretty patient."

Daddy smiled."Yes, he has."

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

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

"It was all my delight,"Daddy said, winking at me.

As he put away his rooster, wet with my cunt emollient, I drew my step-in up preceding my knees and worked them up my thigh. A tingle raced down my branch, making me quiver. I was so happy to be dada 's picayune girl.

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

"Oh, he will,"I said, lifting up my arse so I could perpetrate on my cute panties the rest of the way. I felt the crotch tail end against my shaved pussy, making sure Daddy 's cum would be in me all throughout my day of the month."I want to get family with adequate meter to make love to you again, Daddy."

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

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

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

Poor guy, he 'd have to hold off until he got home tonight to take care of that. I certainly was n't going to chip in him anything. Not even a manus job. I was a good girl. My hands, my backtalk, my twat, and even my asshole, were all Daddy's.

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

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

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

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The figure who created the panties smiled.

His first founding was a Brobdingnagian success. It was worth the delay for Breiz to finally put them on. He knew she would be forever well-chosen. In nine calendar month, she would make a infant. The first of the many children she would abide her Daddy. One day, she would even get matrimonial, but she would forever give herself to her father. Her husband, maybe even this yes-man George VI, would understand. He might be married to Bretagne, but her body would forever belong to her daddy.

The figure brushed the adjacent dyad of panties with a single Good Book printed across the butt in amber, sparkling letters : Bratty.

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