Mind-Control Panties

report One : Incestuous waking up

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to carom for Beta reading this !

In a certain mall, in a article of clothing store frequented by the local college girls, a trope wandered.

Nondescript. The type of person no one would ever look at twice. The flesh drifted through the memory board, browsing the ledge, glancing at the wares. Trendy clothing. Flashy and bright, full of pastel colors. The figure paused at one showing with a selection of scanty covered in raunchy slogan printed across the rear, designed to hug the firm, toned backside of a fille budding into her sexuality. The figure, with a casual gesture, added its own step-in to the pot. One with its own special phrase written upon it.

Daddy 's Girl.

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

It was n't long before a gaggle of young women, eighteen or 19, entered the store. Their bright laughter echoed through the retail space as they attacked the clothing wheel like a flock of hungry vultures. Only, no predator was ever as succulent of these nubile, young things.

One of them, a eighteen-year-old sophomore named Brittany Captain John Smith, was looking for the unadulterated getup. Her blonde haircloth fell loose about her round face, her lips plump and covered in a burnished, pink lip colour. She had a stunner mark on her upper lip, her dispirited middle bright as she stumbled with her friends, gossiping, enjoying the life force of youth.

The laughter increased when they reached the show with the panties. They giggled in embarrassed delight at the racy set phrase. They joked about accidentally flashing their step-in and letting this or that cunning guy see the enticing idiomatic expression printed in tawdry letter across their rumps.

Brittany 's gaze fell on the light-blue panties with the pink lettering. She touched the cotton/poly portmanteau and felt a strange tingle race through her. She was most certainly not a daddy 's little girl. She hated how restrictive her father was. Robert Ian Smith was a man with secure opinions about how his daughter should act. vox populi Brittany most definitely did not share.

However, there was something so titillating about the phrase.

Something naughty.

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

Buzzing with a euphoric high as Brittany imagined wearing these for her new beau, Sir Leslie Stephen, she snagged them up and rushed to the immediate payment register.

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

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< solid > Brittany Smith < /strong >

A queasy kerfuffle ran through me. I had my showtime date with George Harvey tonight. I was giddy with inflammation. He was such a stud. So much estimable than Brad, whom I 'd dumped last week when I caught him texting that skank Miranda Brenner. George V was definitely expert than that crippled Stephen. Why did I ever think dating him would be fun ? He had become way too a good deal like my father, wanting to assure me.

"F that,"I muttered to myself as I capped my Passion of Christ Fruit Maroon lipstick. My sass were a lustrous, vivacious red. It set off the blueness of my middle and made me wait deliciously irresistible.

My hips swayed in a new skirt I 'd bought earlier at the shopping center, my small breasts bouncing in the negligee-like top I wore. The thin fabric dangled from spaghetti shoulder strap that molded to my torso and gave copious test copy I was n't wearing a bra. My business firm, Thomas Young pap pressed hard against the material.

George II would be here soon. I was so aegir to be picked up. The honest-to-goodness boy was exciting. I could n't wait to bear witness him just how grown-up I could be. It was finally fourth dimension for me to turn a loss my virginity.

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

The doorbell rang.

I gasped, a jar of blow running through me. Saint George was early. I was supposed to have got another thirty proceedings to make certain I was perfect. That my blond fuzz was falling in pure 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 flimsy strap of material buried between the peachy curves of my champagne ass.

"Well, I 'm as gear up as I 'll ever be,"I muttered as I heard my mother moving through the house.

I darted downstairs, my base slapping on the steps, my young breasts jiggling in my top. The fabric rubbed against my sum, sending excited prickling down to my pussy. I was set for this night. I was eager—

"I ca n't believe I locked the blamed paint in the car,"my don growled.

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

His browned eyes flicked up to me, his back straightening as he witnessed my cute outfit, disapproval crossing his airless face. colouration spotted his brass as his anterior naris flared. I froze on the gradation, clutching the milled handrail, my spirit 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 erosion ?"he said, ignoring my words entirely.

My mother glanced at me, biting her lower lip."wellspring, I 'll accommodate it 's a trivial much, but she 's growing up."

"Growing up into what ?"he demanded.

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

"I 'm dress up for my date, Father,"I said with a crisp tone to my spokesperson."He 's going to be here any minute."

"Not dressed like that,"pappa growled. He glanced at my mother."talk to your girl. She is not going out of this house dressed like that."

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

"Now, honey,"Mom said, her voice balmy."That skirt is a piffling short. I mean ... What is your engagement going to call up ?"

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

"Sexy ?"Daddy growled."Sexy ?"

His withering brilliance fell upon me. I trembled, swallowing. I wanted to mellow out away. It was an unshrinking regard. His brown eye were intense. He may look mild-mannered in his ecru slacks and sweater, but he still had that military bearing. He worked in an federal agency now, but ...

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

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

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

"You 're barley an adult,"he growled."So long as you live under my cap, so long as I pay your bills, including that red cent telephone you spend all your time messing around on, then you 're going to dress how I say !"

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

He arched an eyebrow at me.

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

"By all substance, go out there dressed like that and see how great your life sentence is without that picayune box."He stood aside, sweeping his arm."After all, you 're practically an adult. There is an stallion human beings out there waiting for you. Jobs. Bills."

"But ..."my lower lip quivered.

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

"It falls down to my knee joint !"I hissed.

"trade good,"Dad said, nodding.

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

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

I stared into his heart, refusing to wait away. Fury boiled through me. He looked so lull. A rock. It shook me up, my anger faltering. I trembled, swallowing. Was he serious ? Would he really thrust my cute organic structure into a shapeless burqa ? My middle watered as I forced them to stay afford. 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 bedroom. I threw myself through the door and slammed it behind me.

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

Then I remembered the sodding duad of panties. That would evince him.

I whirled around and darted for my dresser. I grabbed the polished, white thickening and yanked it unresolved. My pantie and bras shifted around inside from the violence of my action. 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 work force beneath my bird, hooking the cincture of my new thong, and ripped it down my thigh. My dame swayed. I could sense it dancing over the cheeks of my plump ass. I stepped out of the dainty step-in, my profligate boiling.

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

I unfolded the particular panties, nodding in satisfaction at the sight of the pink letters."pa 's Girl."They made me tingle just thinking about wearing them. I would lose my virginity tonight wearing these pantie. I would throw myself at George.

"Ooh, you 're going to get pussy tonight ! Even if you 're an bastard, I 'm so tempestuous, 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 foot through the leg pickle. Then I thrust my left leg through the former. I worked that blue air, cotton/poly blended textile up my second joint. It whisked against my skin, caressing me. A naughty tingle raced up to my vulva, electrifying my clit. I shuddered as I wiggled it up my thighs. I pulled it over my rump, the genitals settling against my shaved, virgin twat.

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

I stared at myself in the mirror, my skirt half-bunched around my waist, my whisker swaying escaped about my shoulders. My brim were just glossy maroon. This vivacious, sheer people of 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 annulus I was wearing ? Daddy would n't like how short it was. The hemline barely covered anything.

My cheeks blushed a bright scarlet. My Virgin snatch tingled as I quickly ripped off the skimpy skirt. As I did, campaign 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 cloth clung to my pocket-size boob. It was disgraceful.

After I stepped out of my skirt, I ripped off the top. I was just in my panties. I paused, turning my hips, studying my figure. The pale blue fabric of the panty molded to my rump, the letters, showing up in a perverse text across my ass, looked so precious. I giggled, wiggling my hips. The pantie were so dependable.

I was a daddy 's girl.

humming, I found that pink bird Mom recommended. It was perfective tense. So cute. Daddy would hump it. I stepped into it and worked it up my legs quickly. I did n't hold a great deal time. My business firm, Young knocker jiggled. I zipped up the skirt.

My hips shook as my hands slid over my level stomach. I considered what to wear with the skirt. I needed a perfect top for my date. I did n't hold time to find a bra, but I remembered the exact blouse I needed. It was a whiteness blouse, something a schoolgirl would wear.

Perfect.

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

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

A daddy 's girl.

I buttoned up the blouse, feeling it fit snugly about my torso. It was a little old, something I had n't worn in a few years, but it still fit. Barely. The textile molded to me. I groaned, seeing my nipples poking at the cloth. I bit my lip, wondering if I had time to put on a bra.

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

I darted to my composition tabular array, needing to necessitate off this garish lip rouge. Whatever possessed me to purchase this whorish hue ? I grabbed a sponge and the rubbing intoxicant then quickly wiped off the hue. I worked fast, knowing that George would be here at any clock time. If I wore lipstick like this, he might think I 'd want to hold ... sex with him.

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

My middle racing, my light-haired hair dancing, I worked fast. I was so aware of the time. Not a good deal prison term 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 pleasure. I uncapped it, applying the paler shade on my lips. It brought out my natural color, making my sass seem a little plumper. A niggling cuter. The professorship creaked beneath me as I applied it too fast. I winced at the pink smeared across my upper lip. I grabbed a tissue and quickly scrubbed it away. I touched up my mouth, then smacked them against the tissue to get off the excess.

I ran my lingua over my lip, feeling the waxy texture. I nodded in delight. I stood up, prepare for my engagement 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 ruffle congregation down to my grim thigh. I cocked my headland, my loose, blonde curls sliding around my face and ...

"That 's it !"I gasped.

I pulled open the drawer of my makeup mesa and snagged the low 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 band. In moment, my locks tumbled down to my shoulder in a fall of golden delight. I grabbed the early scrunchy and made my former buns. I loved how it transformed my boldness. It made me calculate more like a cute, little missy. Just the way Daddy liked to see me.

Wholesome.

Innocent.

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

I was perfect. With a giddy giggle, I darted to the room access. I threw it surface, my sock-covered feet whisking on the carpet. I scampered down the stair, my chick flying about my thigh. My pigtails bounced with such playful delight. I reached the posterior of the stair and burst into the living room. pa was already sitting on his recliner, his branch thrown out before him. He glanced at me and blinked.

"What do you think ?"I asked."Is this more seize ? Huh, dada ?"

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

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

"He does know best,"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-God, my annulus swirling about my thighs. With boisterous vigor, I threw myself onto his lap and straddled him. He groaned, his oculus flicking up and down my body. My mammilla tingled, this naughty thrill dancing through me. I resisted the urge to giggle. I felt so wicked right now. I leaned in and gave my dad a quick kiss on the lips.

"I 'm so regretful, dad,"I purred."Do you forgive me ?"

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

I wiggled, feeling naughty as I pressed my new step-in into his crotch. I could feel the words on the rump almost burning me through the cloth. I wondered if pappa wanted to see my underwear ? To see that I was a upright girl and was n't wearing that nasty thong.

I bet he did. I bet he would make out to see what a salutary girl I was now.

He groaned as I climbed off him. I gasped, almost falling over as I slipped off the recliner. His chairwoman wobbled. It creaked as his peg pulled in the prolonged voice. His impudence were red, his dresser insurrection and falling in his dark-brown sweater. I turned around, wiggling my cute rump at him.

"See, Daddy,"I purred, flipping up my doll."I 'm not wearing that filthy thong. I 'm wearing a right duo of panties."

"papa 's girlfriend,"he groaned, now sounding like soul strangled him.

What was wrong with my pop ?

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

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

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

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

I squealed in delight at that. I spun around and bounced in office, my pigtails flying about my typeface. My nipples ached as my small titties jiggled in my tight, White River blouse. I clapped my hands together as such delight squealed from my lips.

Mom thrust her head back into the living room."What are you so excited about ?"

"Daddy loves my new panties,"I purred.

"No, I do n't,"pop quickly said."I just ... thought they were more set aside for her to break on a escort than the net pair."

"That 's skillful,"Mom said. She headed back into the kitchen, the clatter of pots and goat god echoing.

I stopped bouncing in place, feeling Daddy 's eyes on me. His cheeks were even cherry now. He shifted on the chair as he adjusted his pants. My eyes notice the vauntingly bulge in the battlefront of his khaki drop-off. My nerve blazed with estrus as a molten lustfulness formed deep inside of my Virgo pussycat. papa was hard. He looked so big, straining the front of his trousers. My tongue flicked across my slick magazine lips as a shiver ran through my organic structure.

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

He cleared his throat.

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

"I think you really, really like my panties."I purred."I 'm so good-for-naught for making you uncomfortable. Let me facilitate 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 hold on me, my deal reached his bulging crotch. I shuddered as I felt his cinch through his khaki quag. A shudder raced out of my panty, electrifying my virgin pussy. Jolts shooting throughout my trunk, caressing me and making me shake in rapturous delight.

I would wee Daddy so happy. Be such a practiced, little girl.

"Jesus Christ, Brittany !"He growled, his hands fumbling to grab my wrist.

I do n't do it how his secure hands did n't seize me before I had his belt undone and his pants unfastened. His zip rasped as I pulled overt his fly, revealing his plaid boxer tented by his straining cock. His face was so red, his eyes bulging with alarm. He managed to snag my will wrist while my right on hand darted into his underwear and pulled out his dick.

It was like the universe froze as I saw my papa 's dick for the first clip. It was so thickheaded and long, his shaft warm in my deal, pulsing with a rhythm. His heart measure. The tip ended at a pink, mushroom-shaped crown, a little slit at the pinnacle beaded with a clear liquid state. Precum.

My knife slid over my garden pink, glossy backtalk. A hunger ran through me. This desire to be such a secure, small girl for my daddy consumed me. My head darted down, my blond pigtails flying. I opened wide to engulf his dick. My sass about his crown. I tasted salty precum.

I swallowed his dick.

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

His hand squeezed knockout about my unexpended wrist as my lips sealed tight around the tip of his pecker. I sucked on my world-class putz, my cheeks hollowing. My lingua explored around the jacket crown, feeling the spongy texture. His salty precum melted across my natural language, setting awake my taste buds. My virgin pussycat clenched, my juices soaking my gamy panties. My nipples ached against my blouse as Daddy growled out his pleasure.

My head moved, turning from slope to side and bobbing up and down. My lips slid along his cock, caressing his pounding shaft. An incestuous thrill ran through me, this wanton pleasure. I suck so difficult, reveling in his precum spilling into my mouth. My natural language danced around the jacket crown, savoring the nip of his juices.

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

The joy my papa felt delirious me. I was pleasing him. I was making him feel so full. This was howling. I sucked harder, making these gamey slurping sounds. My drool dribbled down his shaft of light as I bobbed my head.

He let go of my left wrist to grab my early pigtail. Daddy gripped them both. He wrapped my golden hair around his finger. He growled, his articulation so throaty. It made me so happy to please him.

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

"Nothing, Courtney,"dad gasped. He jerked up on my pigtails, sliding my mouth up his pecker. It was like he wanted me to bar. Why ?

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

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

"Courtney ?"Daddy groaned, his grip relaxing on my pigtails. It allowed me to engage more of his tool in my mouth. I slid my lips down his length, loving him the entire way. His hawkshaw brushed the book binding of my throat. He twitched and throbbed in my lip, feeling so terrific. This naughty shudder ran through me. My pussy felt so juicy, soaking the crotch of my puckish panties.

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

"What the nookie ?"pa groaned as I loved him.

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

Daddy groaned as he shifted. He panted, his boldness twisting with pleasure. His dick twitched and throbbed in my oral cavity. The taste of his precum grew warm and warm. That had to mean something.

Was he about to cum ?

My right manus cupped his balls, playing with them. They were a little tank than his tool and covered in his whisker. They twitched as I sucked. I was assuage with them, playing with them just the way I knew he 'd care, my panties tingling against my aching pussy. His work force tightened on my hair. He growled with such passion.

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

Daddy 's salty cum fired into my mouth.

"deglutition it all !"he snarled as spurt after spurt of his salty, yummy jizz filled my mouth. I gulped down the first of all mouthful, feeling it slip down to my breadbasket."Be daddy 's good 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 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, Breiz,"he panted."Oh, shtup, yes !"

I sucked one final examination time to take a crap sure I had every free fall, then I popped my rima oris off him. I straightened up, staring at him with feverous center. Daddy, my kitty is all wet and itchy and ... and ... I need something. I need to ... I need to, cum, too !"

pappa was on me in a flash. I gasped as he seized my rose hip and pushed me down onto the couch. He was like a maddened animate being. I trembled as he buried his face between my second joint. 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 dark stain across my privates ?

"Brittany,"he growled, his digit hooking the girdle of my panties. A waste tingle seemed to slipstream through me, a jerk that I swear electrify us both. I gasped, my purulent clenching and my nipples throbbing. Then pop ripped off my scanty. I gasped, my legs flying up into the air. They were pressed together by the treat garment sliding up my lush second joint, past my knees, and then over my slender calves.

My legs fell apart, my shaved, virgin physique exposed to my pop 's hungry gaze. His eyes locked right there, staring at me. My nerve burned as he gripped my scanty in his right hired hand. He rubbed the electrifying cloth up against my thighs as his work force slid close-fitting and secretive to my pussy.

I whimpered."Daddy !"

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

His boldness pressed into my shaved cunt. I gasped, feeling the vestige of his beard against my sensitive flesh. It was a manly pleasure, his beard rubbing rough across my delicate bod. My toes curled. My pussy clenched, and then I gasped as his tongue flicked through my flexure. He caressed over my hymen, that thin membrane of skin that proved I was still a expert miss. Then his tongue flicked my clit.

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

It was so much more intense than my own fumbling masturbation. This was so much better than rubbing my feverish bod in the darkness of my sleeping accommodation, imagining those silly guy cable 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 eye stared up my body, looking at my small tit molded by the too-tight blouse I wore. My nipples ached and throbbed. I had to evidence them to him. Whimpering, my handwriting flew to the buttons of my blouse. They were diminished and made of clear plastic. My quarter round pushed the first gear button through its eyelet, exposing Thomas More of my skin.

I popped the second one through. The third base one. I showed just a hint of my cleavage as Daddy 's tongue lapped at my folds. He caressed me. He stroked my clit and teased my labia. My trunk shuddered as I undid the quaternary button, 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 button through the grummet. My mother bustled out of the kitchen. She smiled at me as I undid the sixth button. She wiped her men on a dish towel 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 boob to my papa. He stared up at me as he sucked on my clitoris. His left deal, the one not holding my step-in, slid up my nubile torso towards my tiny tit. His signature was hot. Electrifying.

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

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

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

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

As pappa 's turgid script engulfed my minuscule titty, I glanced at my appointment. Saint George was such a boy, skinny, a gooselike grinning on his face as he stared at me. I could only nod, whimpering ; my tooth clenched as pop sucked harder on my clit. I squirmed, this wild hotness building and building inside of me. Daddy 's natural language lapped up my flooding juice as his finger and thumb pinched my nipple.

"Oh, yes, dada !"I moaned.

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

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

George just sat there while a literal man ate me out. My daddy loved me. My thighs clamped about my dad 's face. I whimpered as he pinched and rolled my nipple while his spit darted around my button. Every moment brought me closer and confining to an exploding sexual climax. It was incredible. I was going to experience such rapture. Such a skanky, wonderful delight. My back arched, the heat growing and growing inside of me.

"Oh, George, pop is going to make me cum,"I moaned."He 's so beneficial at this. His back talk feel amazing on my clit."

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

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

I did n't care what George V had to say. Mom droned on and on, chit-chatting with my date while I could only savor Daddy 's thirsty lips. His flop paw, holding my tingling panty against my internal thigh. He pressed the naughty textile higher up my leg. I groaned as he rubbed the fabric into my juicy physical body and sucked on my clit. The delight was swelling and swelling inside of me. I could n't take much more of this.

pappa was just amazing.

My eyes squeezed shut as my slit clenched tight. Every one of his suck built and built the pressure inside of me. He twisted my nipple, adding jolts of raptus that shot down to my virgin slit. My toes curled. I squirmed against the couch, my pigtails dancing around my foreland. It was so practically. So grand.

"Daddy !"

I came.

Daddy gave me an orgasm that was so much more intense than masturbating. So much substantially than stroking myself. Daddy rubbed my step-in into the outer fold of my convulsing kitty-cat. I writhed deep inside of me, aching to be filled. For my thoroughgoing profoundness to be penetrated by a man.

By my daddy.

He sucked on my button, growling around it like a hungry beast. Wave after wave of exaltation flooded through me. My oculus shot open as I bucked in delight. I ground against him, squeaking and gasping and moaning in wordless pleasure. My coming overwhelmed me. The cloud nine drowned my thoughts. My workforce trembled. My lead deal darted out, brushing Saint George 's. I grasped my engagement 's carpus as my daddy made me cum.

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

"She 's my picayune daughter,"papa growled, lifting his font from my pussy.

I shuddered as my orgasmic raptus hit its peak. I hung there for a wondrous second before I floated down into buzzing bliss. I kept gripping Saint George 's wrist, squeezing him as my moans grew softer. I sucked in deep breathing space, struggling to regain myself. Little groan and lenient sighs escape my lips. I felt so dizzy. Almost dazed.

"Oh, daddy, that was amazing."

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

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

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

"I 'm sorry, George,"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 prison term to make the movie. Go ahead, take attention of your daddy."

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

"Your good girl, Daddy,"I moaned, my discharge helping hand darting out to grab his dick."I 'm ready. I 'm set up to pass on you my virginity. I saved it just for you, Daddy."

I held papa 's cock in my paw, feeling how warm it was. He throbbed and pulsed, the pulsation of his love pumping through his girth. He stared down at me, this primal growling growing and growing in his throat. I shuddered, gripping George 's articulatio radiocarpea as I brought my pop finisher and finisher 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 cunt lips. His growling grew louder and louder as I brought him towards the entryway of my twat. He could feel my maidenhead, that proof that I was his right young woman. I quivered there, gear up to be penetrated.

"I love you, pappa !"I moaned.

"Bretagne !"Daddy growled and thrust.

My eyes widened as my hymen stretched and stretched. George winced as I gripped his wrist with a tight clench. I groaned, the nuisance growing. I knew losing my virginity would hurt, but it would be so worth it to afford my daddy this gift. I moaned through my clenched teeth as he kept pushing against my hymen.

My cherry popped.

I gasped as pappa plunged several inches into my spoil deepness. My middle widened as he went mysterious and deeper. I could feel him reaching up inside of me. Our consistency were uniting. The very peter 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 peter against my juicy walls soothed away the momentary pain.

Daddy stared into my eyes.

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

"Just state me when you 're quick,"he groaned."Goddamn, you feel puzzle, Brittany."

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

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

"Oh, hush, let them bask themselves,"Mom said."Robert, love, make our daughter 's first time magical."

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

"Ready ?"he asked.

"Uh-huh,"I moaned and nodded.

It was so incredible as he drew back his hip joint. My risque cunny clenched around his shaft. My spoil flesh clung to him. pleasure rippled through me. Every inch of him moving through my pussycat gave me such delight. I shuddered, my fingerbreadth flexing. I gripped George 's with my left hired man while my right reached out to grab the back of daddy 's neck. I pulled him down as his cock thrust back into me. His heavy Ball smacked my contamination. My zany clenched around them as a Wave of delight shot through me.

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

The couch groaned as daddy pumped his hip. He pressed me back into the cushion, my purulent welcoming his every jabbing. I humped against him, my footling titty jiggling. It was so incredible. Another orgasm built and built inside of me. My cunny fed on the friction of pappa 's big prick plunging into me again and again. I whimpered, my middle fluttering as the rapture spilled through my body.

pop 's grievous balls smacked into me again and again. They brimmed with his seeded player. I wanted that in me. No condom. No birth control. Just his incestuous Passion amalgamate inside of me. It felt so right. My pelvic girdle undulated, stirring my naughty cunny around his thrusting dick. My clit ached and throbbed, bursting with pleasure every time it rubbed against his pubic bone.

"Oh, Robert, you 're making our piddling young lady tone so good,"Mom said."Is n't he, George ?"

"Yeah,"my particular date groaned, his voice throaty as he watched a literal man fuck me. He watched my pa put his dick in me.

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

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

I blazed.

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

fire of rapture burned out of my pussy. passion swept through my torso, setting my mind on fire. I gasped and moaned. Stars, little light that flared and died, danced before my heart. My cunny spasmed and writhed about his hawkshaw plunging in and out of me. Every thrust sent more rapturous heat sweeping through me.

"Bretagne,"daddy growled, slamming into me.

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

Daddy poking into me, plowing into my spasming pussy over and over. My cunt convulsed around his shaft, welcoming him with every knife thrust. I was massaging it with my once-pure flesh. I was savoring every plunge, every severe poking of his putz into me. The pleasure burned spicy and hotter inside of me. I whimpered, my left manus clutching on George 's wrist, feeling my particular date wriggle beside me as my papa 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 kitty writhed about my pop 's cock."I do call for my daddy 's cum in me. Please, please, ease up it to me, Daddy !"

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

I felt the first jet of pappa 's hot cum dismission in my fertile depths.

My pussy writhed harder. An orgasm far more acute than the others, a firestorm of ecstasy, swept through me. My cunny milked my daddy 's cock. I felt every eruption of his incestuous seed into me. I gasped and moaned, the swarthiness now devouring my vision. I squealed, unable to say words as this wizard moment swept over me. I stared into my daddy 's dark center as he grunted. Groaned.

I knew I 'd always be his picayune girl.

He kissed me. His tongue jab into my backtalk as my pussy wrung his pecker dry. He grunted while my pleasure peeked in me. I released George 's wrist joint to hug my papa tight. My fingernails scratched down his back, rasping against his shirt. He growled and then groaned as I drained him dry. I had every free fall in me. I was full moon of his terrific cum.

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

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

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

Daddy smiled."Yes, he has."

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

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

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

As he put away his cock, wet with my pussy cream, I drew my panties up past my knees and worked them up my second joint. A quiver raced down my ramification, making me shudder. I was so glad to be Daddy 's petty girl.

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

"Oh, he will,"I said, lifting up my rump so I could pull on my cute panties the rest of the way. I felt the crotch seat against my shaven pussy, making sure Daddy 's cum would be in me all throughout my date."I want to get home with adequate clock time to make roll in the hay to you again, Daddy."

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

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

I stood up and get down buttoning my blouse, my pigtails swaying about my shoulder joint. I covered up my boob and smoothed down my skirt. I smiled at George V, loving how we squirmed. He had a hardon bulging his jeans.

poor people guy, he 'd have to hold off until he got home tonight to call for care of that. I certainly was n't going to give him anything. Not even a hand job. I was a good girl. My hands, my sassing, my twat, and even my arsehole, 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 salutary girl, remember ?"

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

I bet I would. George V was a gracious boy. He felt safe. Not one of those son who would try to take on reward of me. He understood that I would always be dada 's small girl.

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The form who created the step-in smiled.

His first creation was a Brobdingnagian success. It was Worth the wait for Brittany to finally put them on. He knew she would be forever happy. In nine calendar month, she would bring about a sister. The first of the many youngster she would bear her Daddy. One day, she would even get married, but she would forever hand herself to her father. Her husband, maybe even this stooge George, would understand. He might be married to Brittany, but her soundbox would forever belong to her daddy.

The figure brushed the next pair of panty with a individual Bible printed across the seat in amber, sparkling letter : Bratty.

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