Mind-Control Panties

Story One : Incestuous Awakening

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to ricochet for beta Reading this !

In a certain mall, in a clothing shop frequented by the local college daughter, a physical body wandered.

Nondescript. The type of soul no one would ever take care at twice. The figure drifted through the store, browsing the shelf, glancing at the ware. Trendy clothing. Flashy and bright, full of pastel colors. The figure paused at one display with a selection of step-in covered in salacious catchword printed across the rear, designed to hug the firm, toned bottom of a girl budding into her sexuality. The bod, with a casual gesture, added its own panties to the great deal. One with its own special phrase written upon it.

Daddy 's Girl.

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

It was n't long before a gaggle of young adult female, eighteen or nineteen, entered the shop. Their bright laugh echoed through the retail space as they attacked the clothing racks like a flock of hungry predator. Only, no vulture was ever as succulent of these nubile, Pres Young things.

One of them, a eighteen-year-old soph named Brittany Smith, was looking for the perfect outfit. Her light-haired whisker fell loose about her round face, her lip plump and covered in a glistening, pink lip gloss. She had a beaut St. Mark on her upper lip, her gentle oculus bright as she stumbled with her supporter, gossiping, enjoying the vitality of youth.

The laughter increased when they reached the display with the scanty. They giggled in block delight at the juicy phrasal idiom. They joked about accidentally flashing their panties and letting this or that cute guy see the enticing idiomatic expression printed in garish letters across their rumps.

Brittany 's gaze fell on the pale blue panties with the pink lettering. She touched the cotton/poly portmanteau and felt a strange prickling slipstream through her. She was most certainly not a papa 's girl. She hated how restrictive her father was. Robert Ian Smith was a man with strong opinions about how his daughter should act. feeling Brittany about definitely did not share.

However, there was something so titillating about the idiom.

Something naughty.

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

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

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

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< strong > Breiz Smith < /strong >

A nervous flutter ran through me. I had my first date with George Harvey tonight. I was giddy with excitement. He was such a macho-man. So much amend than Brad, whom I 'd dumped last week when I caught him texting that skank Miranda Brenner. St. George was definitely honest than that halting Sir Leslie Stephen. Why did I ever think dating him would be fun ? He had become way too a good deal like my Fatherhood, wanting to see me.

"F that,"I muttered to myself as I capped my Passion Fruit Maroon lipstick. My brim were a glistening, vibrant red. It set off the blue devil of my eyes and made me calculate deliciously irresistible.

My hips swayed in a new skirt I 'd bought earlier at the shopping mall, my little titty bouncing in the negligee-like top I wore. The lean fabric dangled from spaghetti shoulder strap that molded to my torso and gave ample validation I was n't wearing a bra. My firm, young nipples 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 waitress to demonstrate him just how grown-up I could be. It was finally clip for me to misplace my virginity.

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

The doorbell rang.

I gasped, a jolt of shock absorber running through me. George was other. I was supposed to get another thirty minutes to pass water sure I was perfect. That my blonde hair was falling in staring waves around my face, that my makeup was sultry and exciting, and that my kit fit me perfectly. I was wearing my new thong, the thin out strap of cloth buried between the bang-up bender of my bubbly ass.

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

I darted downstairs, my feet slapping on the dance step, my youthful breasts jiggling in my top. The fabric rubbed against my nubs, sending excited tingles down to my pussycat. I was set for this nighttime. I was eager—

"I ca n't consider I locked the darned paint in the car,"my father growled.

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

His brownness eyes flicked up to me, his back straightening as he witnessed my cute outfit, disapproval crossing his stuffy face. coloring spotted his cheek as his nostrils flared. I froze on the steps, clutching the polished banister, my kernel 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 grim lip."Well, I 'll acknowledge it 's a slight lots, but she 's growing up."

"Growing up into what ?"he demanded.

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

"I 'm dress out for my date, Father,"I said with a frozen tincture to my vox."He 's going to be here any minute."

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

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

"Now, honey,"Mom said, her articulation soft."That skirt is a little unforesightful. I mean ... What is your escort going to cogitate ?"

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

"Sexy ?"Daddy growled."Sexy ?"

His withering glower fell upon me. I trembled, swallowing. I wanted to melt away. It was an unshrinking gaze. His John Brown eyes were intense. He may look mild-mannered in his beige slacks and sweater, but he still had that armed forces armorial bearing. He worked in an office now, but ...

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

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

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

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

The underside fell out of my stomach. That was no empty threat."I need my phone. I have to abide in middleman with my friends."

He arched an supercilium at me.

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

"By all mean, go out there dressed like that and see how great your life is without that piddling box."He stood aside, sweeping his arm."After all, you 're practically an adult. There is an entire worldly concern out there waiting for you. Jobs. Bills."

"But ..."my lower lip quivered.

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

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

"good,"Dad said, nodding.

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

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

I stared into his eyes, refusing to look away. Fury boiled through me. He looked so calm. A rock. It shook me up, my ire waver. I trembled, swallowing. Was he serious ? Would he really farce my cute body into a shapeless burqa ? My eyes watered as I forced them to stick unresolved. My pes 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 honest-to-god, you 'll look back at this and laugh."

I screeched as I stomped to my sleeping accommodation. I threw myself through the door and slammed it behind me.

"Want to spend a penny me clothe like a minuscule girl ?"I hissed in annoyance.

Then I remembered the unadulterated yoke of step-in. That would show him.

I whirled around and darted for my vanity. I grabbed the dressed, white boss and yanked it open. My step-in and bra shifted around inside from the violence of my action. My gaze darted around the delicacy 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 waistband of my new thong, and ripped it down my thigh. My chick swayed. I could feel it dancing over the cheeks of my plump ass. I stepped out of the treat panties, my roue boiling.

"Expect me to be his lilliputian missy,"I muttered."Eff that !"

I unfolded the special panties, nodding in satisfaction at the sight of the garden pink letters."dad 's Girl."They made me tingle just thinking about wearing them. I would turn a loss 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 climb on you in the heart of the field of operations !"

My blond hair danced about my cheek as I shoved my in good order animal foot through the leg jam. Then I thrust my left wing leg through the early. I worked that blue, cotton/poly blended material up my thighs. It whisked against my skin, caressing me. A spicy frisson raced up to my vulva, electrifying my clit. I shuddered as I wiggled it up my thighs. I pulled it over my rump, the crotch settling against my shaved, virgin puss.

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

I stared at myself in the mirror, my chick half-bunched around my waist, my hair swaying slack about my shoulders. My backtalk were just shining maroon. This vivacious, bold color. It was so ... adult.

That would n't do at all. I did n't have much time to change and fix my composition. I had to displace fast. What was up with this skirt I was wearing ? pappa would n't wish how short it was. The hemline barely covered anything.

My nerve blushed a bright scarlet. My virginal pussy 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 tit through the cloth. Why was n't I wearing a bra ? The textile clung to my small breasts. It was disgraceful.

After I stepped out of my skirt, I ripped off the top. I was just in my panties. I paused, turning my coxa, studying my figure. The light-blue fabric of the panties molded to my croupe, the letter of the alphabet, showing up in a perverse text across my ass, looked so cunning. I giggled, wiggling my rose hip. The pantie were so true.

I was a daddy 's girl.

Humming, I found that pink wench Mom recommended. It was pure. So precious. Daddy would love it. I stepped into it and worked it up my legs quickly. I did n't get practically prison term. My firm, youth titties jiggled. I zipped up the annulus.

My hips shook as my hands slid over my 2-dimensional stomach. I considered what to bust with the skirt. I needed a perfect top for my appointment. I did n't have clip to get a bra, but I remembered the accurate blouse I needed. It was a whiten blouse, something a schoolgirl would wear.

Perfect.

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

Why had I even wanted to disappoint him ?

I could n't 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 quiver 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 long time, 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 accept to go without it.

I darted to my war paint table, needing to take off this trashy lipstick. Whatever possessed me to purchase this whorish hue ? I grabbed a leech and the detrition inebriant then quickly wiped off the hue. I worked fast, knowing that George would be here at any clip. If I wore lipstick like this, he might intend I 'd need to give birth ... sex with him.

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

My heart racing, my blond haircloth dancing, I worked fast. I was so aware of the time. Not very much time 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 earmark shade. A decent, soft pink. Bubblicious pleasure. I uncapped it, applying the paler shade on my backtalk. It brought out my born people of colour, making my sass seem a little plumper. A lilliputian cuter. The president creaked beneath me as I applied it too fast. I winced at the pinko smeared across my upper lip. I grabbed a tissue and quickly scrubbed it away. I touched up my sass, then smacked them against the tissue paper to get off the excess.

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

There was something missing. Something more that I needed to do. What was it ? I stared at myself, seeing that my cute blouse 's hem came just to the top of my pink skirt, its fabric flow in plicate sheep pen down to my depress thigh. I cocked my caput, my loose, blonde ringlet sliding around my case and ...

"That 's it !"I gasped.

I pulled open the drawer of my makeup tabular array and snagged the start two pink scrunches I could regain. I grabbed my hairsbreadth, gathering half of it up into a pigtail, and wrapped it up with the stretchy isthmus. In minute, my locks tumbled down to my articulatio humeri in a fall of gilt delight. I grabbed the other scrunchy and made my former tail. I loved how it transformed my face. It made me look more like a cute, piddling female child. 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 door. I threw it assailable, my sock-covered ft whisking on the rug. I scampered down the steps, my skirt flying about my thighs. My pigtails bounced with such playful delight. I reached the bottom of the stairs and burst into the living room. pop was already sitting on his recliner, his leg thrown out before him. He glanced at me and blinked.

"What do you believe ?"I asked."Is this more appropriate ? Huh, pa ?"

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

Mom peeked her read/write head out from the kitchen."Oh, you just calculate so darling,"she said."Brittany, I 'm so gladiola that you 're listening to your father."

"He does sleep together best,"I said.

My Church Father blinked at that. My female parent 's psyche cocked to the position. Then she shrugged and vanished back into the kitchen.

I flounced to my forefather, my skirt swirling about my thighs. With boisterous zip, I threw myself onto his lap and straddled him. He groaned, his eyes flicking up and down my body. My teat tingled, this naughty kick dancing through me. I resisted the urge to giggle. I felt so wicked right now. I leaned in and gave my dad a prompt kiss on the lips.

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

"Yeah,"he said, with a throaty breed in his articulation. He looked sandbag. Like mortal had just walked up and cold-cocked him in the face of the head.

I wiggled, feeling naughty as I pressed my new panties into his crotch. I could find the row on the bottom almost burning me through the cloth. I wondered if Daddy wanted to see my underclothing ? To see that I was a good girl and was n't wearing that cruddy thong.

I bet he did. I bet he would have a go at it to see what a undecomposed daughter 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 extended part. His cheek were red, his chest rising and falling in his dark-brown perspirer. I turned around, wiggling my precious rump at him.

"See, Daddy,"I purred, flipping up my annulus."I 'm not wearing that tight lash. I 'm wearing a proper couplet of panties."

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

What was wrong with my pop ?

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

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

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

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

I squealed in delight at that. I spun around and bounced in place, my pigtails flying about my look. My mamilla ached as my little breast jiggled in my tight, Andrew D. White 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 ?"

"dad loves my new panties,"I purred.

"No, I do n't,"Daddy quickly said."I just ... thought they were more appropriate for her to get into on a appointment than the lowest pair."

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

I stopped bouncing in lieu, feeling daddy 's eyes on me. His cheeks were even crimson now. He shifted on the chair as he adjusted his pants. My eyes notice the large bulge in the front of his khaki slump. My brass blazed with passion as a liquified lecherousness formed rich inside of my virgin puss. papa was hard. He looked so big, straining the strawman of his trousers. My glossa flicked across my glossy lips as a tingle ran through my body.

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

He cleared his throat.

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

"I think you really, really like my panties."I purred."I 'm so regretful for making you uncomfortable. Let me help oneself 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 workforce reached his bulging crotch. I shuddered as I felt his cinch through his khaki slacks. A tingle raced out of my scanty, electrifying my Virgo the Virgin twat. jolt shot throughout my body, caressing me and making me tremble in ecstatic delight.

I would constitute Daddy so happy. Be such a good, short girl.

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

I do n't know how his impregnable hand did n't prehend me before I had his belt undone and his pants unfastened. His zipper rasped as I pulled open his fly, revealing his plaid boxer tented by his straining prick. His face was so red, his centre bulging with warning signal. He managed to snag my left wrist while my rightfield script darted into his underwear and pulled out his dick.

It was like the humanity froze as I saw my papa 's pecker for the offset time. It was so duncical and longsighted, his shaft warm in my paw, pulsing with a musical rhythm. His philia beat. The tip ended at a pink, mushroom-shaped pate, a little slit at the height beaded with a clear liquid. Precum.

My tongue slid over my pinko, glossy mouth. A hunger ran through me. This desire to be such a good, trivial girl for my daddy consumed me. My top dog darted down, my blonde pigtails flying. I opened wide to steep his dick. My lips about his jacket. I tasted salty precum.

I swallowed his dick.

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

His deal squeezed hard about my give carpus as my lips sealed tight around the tip of his putz. I sucked on my first prick, my cheek hollowing. My glossa explored around the crown, feeling the spongelike grain. His salty precum melted across my glossa, setting alive my gustatory modality buds. My pure pussy clenched, my juice soaking my naughty panty. My mammilla ached against my blouse as Daddy growled out his pleasure.

My head moved, turning from English to side and bobbing up and down. My lips slid along his putz, caressing his throbbing calamus. An incestuous thrill ran through me, this wanton pleasure. I suck so hard, reveling in his precum spilling into my oral cavity. My tongue danced around the crown, savoring the flavor of his juices.

"You 're going to get me in so a great deal trouble,"he growled, his left hired man grabbing my right pigtail."Your mother 's in the kitchen. Oh, god, Brittany !"

The joy my daddy felt arouse me. I was pleasing him. I was making him feel so good. This was marvellous. I sucked harder, making these racy slurping sounds. My tosh dribbled down his shaft as I bobbed my head.

He let go of my will radiocarpal joint to seize my other pigtail. pa gripped them both. He wrapped my prosperous tomentum around his fingerbreadth. He growled, his phonation so throaty. It made me so happy to please him.

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

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

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

I moaned around dada 's turncock, wanting to say I would withdraw every dip of his jizz, but I could n't. I had to continue sucking.

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

"You in effect hurry up, Brittany, your day of the month will probably be here soon,"Mom called. It sounded like she 'd headed back into the kitchen.

"What the roll in the hay ?"Daddy groaned as I loved him.

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

Daddy groaned as he shifted. He panted, his typeface twisting with pleasure. His peter twitched and throbbed in my sass. The taste of his precum grew impregnable and impregnable. That had to entail something.

Was he about to cum ?

My right hand cupped his Lucille Ball, playing with them. They were a piddling cooler than his cock 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 wish, my panties tingling against my aching pussy. His hands tightened on my tomentum. He growled with such passion.

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

Daddy 's salty cum fired into my mouth.

"drink it all !"he snarled as spurt after spurt of his salty, scrumptious jizz filled my lip. I gulped down the first gear taste, feeling it slue down to my stomach."Be daddy 's good girl and swallow every screw drop."

I did.

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

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

I sucked one net clip to wee-wee trusted I had every bead, then I popped my mouth off him. I straightened up, staring at him with feverish eyes. pop, my pussy is all wet and itchy and ... and ... I need something. I need to ... I need to, cum, too !"

dada was on me in a flashgun. I gasped as he seized my hips and pushed me down onto the lounge. He was like a maddened brute. I trembled as he buried his face between my second joint. My virgin flesh quivered as he thrust up my bird, exposing the light-blue panties.

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

"Brittany,"he growled, his finger's breadth hooking the sash of my panties. A state of nature tingle seemed to subspecies through me, a jolt that I swear electrified us both. I gasped, my pussy clenching and my mammilla throbbing. Then daddy ripped off my panties. I gasped, my stage flying up into the air. They were pressed together by the dainty garment sliding up my lush thigh, past my knees, and then over my slender calves.

My peg fell apart, my shaved, virgin material body exposed to my daddy 's thirsty gaze. His optic locked right there, staring at me. My cheeks burned as he gripped my panties in his in good order hand. He rubbed the electrifying textile up against my thighs as his handwriting slid nearer and closer to my pussy.

I whimpered."pa !"

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

His face pressed into my shave goose. I gasped, feeling the trace of his whiskers against my sensitive flesh. It was a manly joy, his vibrissa rubbing rough out across my delicate flesh. My toes curled. My pussy clenched, and then I gasped as his tongue flicked through my faithful. He caressed over my hymen, that thin membrane of skin that proved I was still a good girl. Then his tongue flicked my clit.

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

It was so much more intense than my own fumbling masturbation. This was so a great deal better than rubbing my feverish bod in the darkness of my sleeping room, imagining those wretched bozo at my college like my date, Saint George. They were boys, not a man like my pop. I trembled as he licked again and again, lapping up my cream. I inhaled, smelling myself.

pa 's eyes stared up my body, looking at my humble breasts molded by the too-tight blouse I wore. My tit ached and throbbed. I had to usher them to him. Whimpering, my hands flew to the button of my blouse. They were minuscule and made of sack up plastic. My thumb pushed the first button through its eyelet, exposing more than of my skin.

I popped the arcsecond one through. The third base one. I showed just a hint of my cleavage as Daddy 's glossa lapped at my plication. He caressed me. He stroked my clit and teased my labia. My eubstance shuddered as I undid the twenty-five percent clit, only a few Thomas More remaining.

I pressed the fifth—

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

I ripped unresolved my blouse as she opened the door.

I exposed my eighteen-year-old breasts to my daddy. He stared up at me as he sucked on my clit. His left hand, the one not holding my step-in, slid up my nubile torso towards my midget tit. His tactile sensation was hot. Electrifying.

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

I whimpered, my centre squeezing shut as daddy nibbled on my clit.

"Oh, no, I do n't mind waiting, Mrs. Smith,"my escort 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 daddy 's large hand engulfed my pocket-sized boob, I glanced at my date. Saint George was such a boy, skinny, a foolish grin on his aspect as he stared at me. I could only nod, whimpering ; my teeth clenched as Daddy sucked harder on my clitoris. I squirmed, this wild high temperature edifice and building inside of me. Daddy 's tongue lapped up my flooding juices as his finger and thumb pinched my nipple.

"Oh, yes, Daddy !"I moaned.

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

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

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

"Oh, George II, dada is going to take me cum,"I moaned."He 's so good at this. His back talk feel amazing on my clit."

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

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

I did n't manage what George had to say. Mom droned on and on, chit-chatting with my date while I could only enjoy daddy 's hungry back talk. His right bridge player, holding my tingling panties against my inner thigh. He pressed the naughty cloth gamey up my leg. I groaned as he rubbed the textile into my juicy flesh and sucked on my clitoris. The pleasure was swelling and swelling inside of me. I could n't take much more of this.

Daddy was just amazing.

My center squeezed shut as my cunt clenched tight. Every one of his sucks built and built the pressure inside of me. He twisted my nipple, adding jolts of rapture that shot down to my virgin pussy. My toes curled. I squirmed against the lounge, my pigtails dancing around my head word. It was so often. So wonderful.

"Daddy !"

I came.

pa gave me an orgasm that was so much More acute than masturbating. So much better than stroking myself. Daddy rubbed my pantie into the outer folds of my convulsing kitty-cat. I writhed deep interior of me, aching to be filled. For my pure depths to be penetrated by a man.

By my dada.

He sucked on my button, growling around it like a hungry beast. Wave after waving of rapture flooded through me. My eyes shot open as I bucked in pleasure. I ground against him, squeaking and gasping and moaning in mute pleasure. My sexual climax overwhelmed me. The cloud nine drowned my sentiment. My manpower trembled. My left script darted out, brushing George IV 's. I grasped my appointment 's articulatio radiocarpea as my pa made me cum.

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

"She 's my short girl,"Daddy growled, lifting his expression from my pussy.

I shuddered as my orgasmic rapture hit its peak. I hung there for a wonderful second gear before I floated down into buzzing walking on air. I kept gripping Saint George 's radiocarpal joint, squeezing him as my moan grew softer. I sucked in deep breathing spell, struggling to regain myself. slight groan and soft sigh escape my lips. I felt so empty-headed. Almost dazed.

"Oh, papa, that was amazing."

pa rose above me, staring down at me. I shuddered, witnessing his shaft thrust out of the fly of his slack water. He was so backbreaking. He was in such penury of being satiated.

I flicked my knife across my lip, debating blowing him.

No, he needed something better. Something more intimate. Something that only his footling female child could pass on him.

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

"Yeah,"he said."We still have fourth dimension to make the flick. Go ahead, take tutelage of your daddy."

"Good boy,"papa grunted in approval."Bretagne, I 've wanted you for so long. Goddamn, watching you develop into that sexy, lilliputian 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 proficient girl."

"Your good young woman, dad,"I moaned, my free bridge player darting out to catch his dick."I 'm gear up. I 'm quick to give you my virginity. I saved it just for you, Daddy."

I held papa 's cock in my hand, feeling how ardent it was. He throbbed and pulsed, the measure of his heat pumping through his cinch. He stared down at me, this primaeval growl growing and growing in his throat. I shuddered, gripping George 's carpus as I brought my pappa closer and finisher to my pussy.

I gasped at the incestuous contact of Daddy 's peter against my virginal vulva. His tip brushed my button before I slid him down my pussy lips. His growl grew brassy and louder as I brought him towards the entering of my pussy. He could feel my hymen, that test copy that I was his good girl. I quivered there, ready to be penetrated.

"I love you, Daddy !"I moaned.

"Breiz !"pa growled and thrust.

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

My cherry popped.

I gasped as daddy plunged several in into my deflowered profundity. My eyes widened as he went deeply and deeper. I could feel him reaching up interior of me. Our bodies were uniting. The very cock that had started me in my female parent 's womb was now sliding into my fertile profundity. My second joint latched around him, pulling him in as the pleasurable massage of his shaft against my juicy rampart soothed away the fleeting pain.

dada stared into my eyes.

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

"Just severalize me when you 're ready,"he groaned."Goddamn, you feel flummox, Brittany."

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

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

"Oh, hush, let them revel themselves,"Mom said."Robert, honey, draw our daughter 's first fourth dimension magical."

"He is doing that, Mom,"I moaned as Daddy 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 gamey cunny clenched around his tool. My deflowered flesh clung to him. joy rippled through me. Every inch of him moving through my pussy gave me such delight. I shuddered, my finger flexing. I gripped George VI 's with my remaining hand while my right wing reached out to snap up the back of daddy 's neck opening. I pulled him down as his prick thrust back into me. His heavy balls smacked my contamination. My twat clenched around them as a wave of pleasure shot through me.

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

The cast groaned as daddy pumped his hips. He pressed me back into the cushions, my pussy welcoming his every thrust. I humped against him, my slight knocker jiggling. It was so incredible. Another coming built and built inside of me. My cunny fed on the detrition of daddy 's big gumshoe plunging into me again and again. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering as the rapture spilled through my body.

Daddy 's arduous lump smacked into me again and again. They brimmed with his seed. I wanted that in me. No condom. No birth control. Just his incestuous passionateness fuse inside of me. It felt so right on. My pelvic arch 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 lilliputian young woman smell so good,"Mom said."Is n't he, George I ?"

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

He stirred me up, my kitty-cat boiling around him. I squeezed my snatch tight about his thick cock. I clenched my naughty hole. I did n't require to let go. I wanted him to stick in me forever.

I gasped and moaned, gripping George 's wrist as I came closer and closer to my culmination. My integral consistence tensed. papa thrust faster. It was like he sensed my pauperization. He knew that I needed a bit more friction to set off my fires. I could feel the heater rising. The tinder was about to catch.

I blazed.

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

flame of exaltation burned out of my kitty-cat. Heat swept through my body, setting my idea on fire. I gasped and moaned. mavin, little sparks that flared and died, danced before my optic. My cunny spasmed and writhed about his peter plunging in and out of me. Every thrust sent more rapturous heat sweeping through me.

"Bretagne,"daddy growled, slamming into me.

"Cum in me, pa !"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 stopcock, welcoming him with every thrust. I was massaging it with my once-pure flesh. I was savoring every plunge, every operose thrust of his prick into me. The pleasure burned raging and hotter inside of me. I whimpered, my allow for hand clutching on George I 's carpus, feeling my date squirm beside me as my pop made me cum over and over again.

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

"Yes, cum in our little girl, Henry Martyn Robert, honey."Mom sounded so supportive. She was so happy.

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

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

"Brittany, honey !"pa growled, clutching those electrifying panties in his hand. He slammed to the hilt in me. My little tit quivered as his balls smacked into my taint.

I felt the first gear spurt of Daddy 's hot cum ignition in my fecund depths.

My pussy writhed harder. An coming far more intense than the others, a firestorm of X, swept through me. My cunny milked my daddy 's cock. I felt every bang of his incestuous seminal fluid into me. I gasped and moaned, the darkness now devouring my vision. I squealed, unable to say words as this magic moment swept over me. I stared into my daddy 's dark eyes as he grunted. Groaned.

I knew I 'd always be his little girl.

He kissed me. His tongue thrust into my mouth as my pussy wrung his cock dry. He grunted while my pleasure peeked in me. I released George VI 's wrist to hug my daddy tight. My fingernails scratched down his back, rasping against his shirt. He growled and then groaned as I drained him dry. I had every fall in me. I was full of his wonderful cum.

It was pure. 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 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 leave on my appointment. St. George '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 germ in me. My hand darted out, snagging my panties away from his handle. He smiled at me.

"Thanks for holding onto these, dada,"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 thigh. A tingle raced down my ramification, making me shudder. I was so beaming to be pa 's little 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 rive on my cute panties the relaxation of the way. I felt the genital organ seat against my shaved pussy, making sure enough Daddy 's cum would be in me all throughout my engagement."I want to get dwelling house with enough time to piddle love to you again, Daddy."

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

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

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

poor people guy, he 'd ingest to hold back until he got home tonight to contain upkeep of that. I certainly was n't going to cave in him anything. Not even a helping hand job. I was a ripe fille. My hands, my mouth, my pussy, and even my asshole, were all Daddy's.

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

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

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

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The figure who created the scanty smiled.

His starting time conception was a huge success. It was Charles Frederick Worth the delay for Brittany to finally put them on. He knew she would be forever happy. In nine months, she would create a babe. The first of all of the many children she would bear her dada. One day, she would even get married, but she would forever give herself to her father. Her husband, maybe even this flunky St. George, would understand. He might be married to Brittany, but her organic structure would forever belong to her daddy.

The figure brushed the next yoke of panty with a single news printed across the rear in gold, sparkling missive : Bratty.

To be continued in the following tale of Mind-Controlling step-in ...