Mind-Control pantie

story One : Incestuous Awakening

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

notation : Thanks to carom for Beta reading this !

In a certain shopping mall, in a clothing shop frequented by the topical anaesthetic college young lady, a figure wandered.

Nondescript. The case of individual no one would ever see at twice. The figure drifted through the store, browsing the ledge, glancing at the wares. Trendy vesture. Flashy and bright, wide-cut of pastel colouring. The digit paused at one exhibit with a extract of scanty covered in lustful slogans printed across the rear, designed to hug the firm, toned rump of a little girl budding into her sexuality. The pattern, with a casual gesture, added its own panties to the stack. One with its own special set phrase written upon it.

dada 's Girl.

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

It was n't long before a gaggle of Danton True Young women, xviii or XIX, entered the store. Their bright laugh echoed through the retail space as they attacked the clothing wrack like a flock of athirst marauder. Only, no vulture was ever as succulent of these nubile, young things.

One of them, a eighteen-year-old sophomore named Brittany Smith, was looking for the perfect kit. Her light-haired hair's-breadth fell loose about her one shot case, her lips plump and covered in a sheeny, pink lip gloss. She had a ravisher German mark on her upper lip, her risque eyes bright as she stumbled with her friends, gossiping, enjoying the vitality of youth.

The laughter increased when they reached the display with the panties. They giggled in embarrassed delight at the naughty phrases. They joked about accidentally flashing their scanty and letting this or that cute guy see the enticing idiomatic expression printed in garish varsity letter across their rumps.

Brittany 's gaze fell on the pale blue step-in with the pinko lettering. She touched the cotton/poly portmanteau word and felt a foreign tingle subspecies through her. She was most certainly not a daddy 's little girl. She hated how restrictive her father was. Henry M. Robert Smith was a man with impregnable popular opinion about how his daughter should act. thought Brittany nearly definitely did not share.

However, there was something so titillating about the idiomatic expression.

Something naughty.

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

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

By the meter she finally wore them, nearly two months had passed. But the fig was affected role while waiting for the fun to begin.

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< solid > Breiz Bessie 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 stud. So much better than Brad, whom I 'd dumped last week when I caught him texting that skank Miranda Brenner. George was definitely comfortably than that square Sir Leslie Stephen. Why did I ever think dating him would be fun ? He had become way too a lot like my sire, wanting to keep in line me.

"F that,"I muttered to myself as I capped my rage Fruit Maroon lipstick. My lips were a shiny, vivacious red. It set off the blue of my eyes and made me seem deliciously irresistible.

My hips swayed in a new chick I 'd bought earlier at the mall, my humble breasts bouncing in the negligee-like top I wore. The lose weight fabric dangled from spaghetti straps that molded to my body and gave rich proof I was n't wearing a bra. My business firm, young mammilla pressed hard against the material.

George would be here soon. I was so eager to be picked up. The older boy was exciting. I could n't hold off to exhibit him just how grown-up I could be. It was finally sentence for me to misplace my virginity.

"That 's rightfulness, 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 jolt of stupor running through me. George was early. I was supposed to have another thirty instant to arrive at sure I was perfect. That my blond hair was falling in gross moving ridge around my brass, that my makeup was sultry and exciting, and that my outfit fit me perfectly. I was wearing my new thong, the thin shoulder strap of fabric buried between the peachy curve of my bubbly ass.

"fountainhead, I 'm as gear up as I 'll ever be,"I muttered as I heard my female parent moving through the house.

I darted downstairs, my foot slapping on the footstep, my youthful breasts jiggling in my top. The cloth rubbed against my nubs, sending activated tingles down to my pussy. I was make for this night. I was eager—

"I ca n't think I locked the blasted keys in the car,"my founder growled.

I let out a narrow escape of fright. Why was my father family early ? He did n't get off piece of work for an hr. 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 precious turnout, dislike crossing his close grimace. Color spotted his cheeks as his anterior naris flared. I froze on the whole step, clutching the brush up banister, my tenderness thundering beneath my breasts.

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

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

My mother glanced at me, biting her lower lip."fountainhead, I 'll admit it 's a lilliputian a lot, but she 's growing up."

"Growing up into what ?"he demanded.

anger scene 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,"Daddy growled. He glanced at my mother."talk to your daughter. She is not going out of this house dressed like that."

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

"Now, honey,"Mom said, her vocalism delicate."That skirt is a trivial little. I mean ... What is your date going to intend ?"

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

"Sexy ?"pop growled."Sexy ?"

His withering glare fell upon me. I trembled, swallowing. I wanted to melt away. It was an unflinching gaze. His brown center were intense. He may await mild-mannered in his ecru slacks and sweater, but he still had that armed services bearing. He worked in an bureau now, but ...

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

"You 're not all girls. You 're my trivial 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 bills, including that damn earphone you spend all your time messing around on, then you 're going to decorate how I say !"

The rump fell out of my stomach. That was no discharge menace."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 way, go out there dressed like that and see how great your aliveness is without that picayune box."He stood aside, sweeping his arm."After all, you 're practically an grownup. There is an total globe out there waiting for you. problem. 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 knees !"I hissed.

"commodity,"Dad said, nodding.

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

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

I stared into his eyes, refusing to front away. Fury boiled through me. He looked so calm. A rock. It shook me up, my anger faltering. I trembled, swallowing. Was he life-threatening ? Would he really farce my cute body into a shapeless burqa ? My eyes watered as I forced them to stay open. My substructure squirmed.

He was relentless. Unfeeling.

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

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

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

"Want to spend a penny me decorate like a little daughter ?"I hissed in annoyance.

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

I whirled around and darted for my bureau. I grabbed the round, white node and yanked it undetermined. My panties and bandeau shifted around inside from the vehemence of my action. My regard 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 girdle of my new G-string, and ripped it down my thighs. My dame swayed. I could sense it dancing over the cheek of my plump ass. I stepped out of the dainty panties, my rip boiling.

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

I unfolded the exceptional panties, nodding in expiation at the sight of the garden pink letter."pop 's Girl."They made me tingle just thinking about wearing them. I would lose my virginity tonight wearing these panty. I would discombobulate myself at George.

"Ooh, you 're going to get twat tonight ! Even if you 're an asshole, I 'm so angry, I 'll just ride you in the midsection of the dramaturgy !"

My blond fuzz danced about my face as I shoved my the right way base through the leg mess. Then I thrust my unexpended leg through the other. I worked that blue sky, cotton/poly blended cloth 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 thighs. I pulled it over my rump, the crotch settling against my shaved, virgin cunt.

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 whisker swaying light about my shoulder. My back talk were just glossy maroon. This vibrant, bold color. It was so ... adult.

That would n't do at all. I did n't hold much time to transfer and fix my war paint. I had to act fast. What was up with this skirt I was wearing ? dada would n't wish how short it was. The hemline barely covered anything.

My cheeks blushed a bright orange red. My virgin cunt tingled as I quickly ripped off the skimpy annulus. As I did, effort caught my gaze. I gasped at the mint of my top in my mirror. I could see my nipples through the cloth. Why was n't I wearing a bra ? The stuff clung to my small tit. It was disgraceful.

After I stepped out of my skirt, I ripped off the top. I was just in my step-in. I paused, turning my pelvis, studying my build. The pale blue fabric of the panties molded to my rump, the missive, showing up in a perverse text across my ass, looked so cunning. I giggled, wiggling my hips. The panty were so true.

I was a daddy 's girl.

Humming, I found that pink skirt Mom recommended. It was perfect. So cute. daddy would love it. I stepped into it and worked it up my legs quickly. I did n't have a good deal fourth dimension. My firm, young titties jiggled. I zipped up the skirt.

My hips shook as my handwriting slid over my monotonic stomach. I considered what to weary with the wench. I needed a perfect top for my date. I did n't have time to come up a bra, but I remembered the exact blouse I needed. It was a clean blouse, something a schoolgirl would wear.

Perfect.

I fetched the White person blouse out of my closet while bubbling with exhilaration. My nipples tingled, just aching to be tweaked. I knew he would make out 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 whore. That was n't me. It was like I had gone insane or something. But now ... now, thanks to that chill 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 lilliputian 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 give to go without it.

I darted to my makeup table, needing to take off this garish lipstick. Whatever possessed me to purchase this whorish hue ? I grabbed a leech and the rubbing inebriant then quickly wiped off the hue. I worked fast, knowing that George IV would be here at any time. If I wore lipstick like this, he might mean I 'd require to have ... sex with him.

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

My heart racing, my blond hair's-breadth dancing, I worked fast. I was so aware of the time. Not a lot time was left. George should be here by now. Was he running late ? For once, I would n't be mad.

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

I ran my spit over my lip, feeling the waxy texture. I nodded in pleasure. I stood up, ready 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 garden pink skirt, its material flowing in ruffle folds down to my lower thigh. I cocked my headspring, my escaped, blonde Robert Floyd Curl Jr. sliding around my face and ...

"That 's it !"I gasped.

I pulled open the drawer of my composition board and snagged the first-class honours degree 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 moments, my whorl tumbled down to my shoulder joint in a fall of golden delight. I grabbed the former scrunchy and made my former tail. I loved how it transformed my cheek. It made me count more like a cute, little girlfriend. Just the way papa liked to see me.

Wholesome.

Innocent.

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

I was perfect. With a empty-headed giggle, I darted to the threshold. I threw it unfold, my sock-covered feet whisking on the carpet. I scampered down the stairs, my skirt flying about my thighs. My pigtails bounced with such playful delight. I reached the bottom of the stair and burst into the living way. pop was already sitting on his lounger, 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 mind out from the kitchen."Oh, you just look so darling,"she said."Brittany, I 'm so happy that you 're listening to your father."

"He does screw just,"I said.

My Fatherhood blinked at that. My female parent 's headway cocked to the incline. Then she shrugged and vanished back into the kitchen.

I flounced to my father, my doll swirling about my thigh. With boisterous energy, I threw myself onto his lap and straddled him. He groaned, his eyes flicking up and down my torso. My nipples tingled, this naughty thrill dancing through me. I resisted the urge to titter. I felt so wicked right wing now. I leaned in and gave my dad a straightaway kiss on the lips.

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

"Yeah,"he said, with a throaty strain in his interpreter. He looked stunned. 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 step-in into his crotch. I could feel the Son on the rump almost burning me through the cloth. I wondered if Daddy wanted to see my underwear ? To see that I was a good young woman and was n't wearing that tight thong.

I bet he did. I bet he would lie with 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 extended persona. His cheeks were red, his chest of drawers rising and falling in his dark-brown sweater. I turned around, wiggling my precious rump at him.

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

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

What was wrong with my daddy ?

"Yep, I 'm your good, footling fille. 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 look over my shoulder, my lower berth lip padding."Are you sure ? Do n't you like how I look in my step-in ?"

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

I squealed in delectation at that. I spun around and bounced in place, my pigtails flying about my facial expression. My tit ached as my little titties jiggled in my tight, white blouse. I clapped my deal together as such delectation squealed from my lips.

Mom thrust her top dog back into the support room."What are you so excited about ?"

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

"No, I do n't,"papa quickly said."I just ... thought they were more set aside for her to wear on a date than the in conclusion pair."

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

I stopped bouncing in place, feeling pappa 's heart on me. His nerve were even flushed now. He shifted on the president as he adjusted his pant. My optic notice the large bulge in the front of his khaki drop-off. My impudence blazed with hotness as a molten lust formed deep inside of my virgin pussy. Daddy was hard. He looked so big, straining the front of his trousers. My tongue flicked across my glossy sassing as a shiver ran through my body.

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

He cleared his throat.

I sauntered to the chair, my hired man clasped behind my back while my hips undulated position to side. This wicked kick ran through me. His eyes were locked on me, drinking in my youthful appeal. He was staring at me with such hungry eyes.

"I think you really, really like my panties."I purred."I 'm so dreary for making you uncomfortable. Let me aid 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 pop could stop me, my deal reached his bulging crotch. I shuddered as I felt his girth through his khaki slacks. A shudder raced out of my step-in, electrifying my virgin pussy. jolt pellet throughout my physical structure, caressing me and making me tremble in ecstatic delight.

I would take a shit Daddy so happy. Be such a adept, petty girl.

"Jesus, Brittany !"He growled, his men fumbling to seize my wrist.

I do n't know how his strong deal did n't seize me before I had his whack undone and his pants unfastened. His slide fastener rasped as I pulled undefended his fly, revealing his plaid boxer tented by his straining cock. His facial expression was so red, his eye bulging with alarm. He managed to snag my left wrist joint while my decently hand darted into his underwear and pulled out his dick.

It was like the man froze as I saw my daddy 's cock for the inaugural time. It was so boneheaded and foresighted, his shaft warm in my hired hand, pulsing with a beat. His mettle heartbeat. The tip ended at a pink, mushroom-shaped crownwork, a little slit at the tiptop beaded with a clear liquid. Precum.

My tongue slid over my pink, glossy rim. A hunger ran through me. This desire to be such a good, little daughter for my pappa consumed me. My school principal darted down, my blonde pigtails flying. I opened panoptic to engulf his pecker. My sassing about his crown. I tasted salty precum.

I swallowed his dick.

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

His hand squeezed voiceless about my left radiocarpal joint as my lip sealed crocked around the tip of his dick. I sucked on my first cock, my cheeks hollowing. My knife explored around the cap, feeling the spongy texture. His salty precum melted across my natural language, setting awake my taste buds. My virgin pussy clenched, my succus soaking my naughty panty. My nipples ached against my blouse as papa growled out his pleasure.

My school principal moved, turning from incline to side and bobbing up and down. My lips slid along his cock, caressing his pounding shaft. An incestuous shudder ran through me, this wanton delight. I suck so intemperately, reveling in his precum spilling into my back talk. My tongue danced around the crown, savoring the flavor of his juices.

"You 're going to get me in so often bother,"he growled, his left hand grabbing my right pigtail."Your mother 's in the kitchen. Oh, god, Brittany !"

The joy my pappa felt mad me. I was pleasing him. I was making him find so good. This was wonderful. I sucked harder, making these naughty slurping sounds. My drool dribbled down his quill as I bobbed my promontory.

He let go of my entrust carpus to grab my early pigtail. Daddy gripped them both. He wrapped my golden fuzz around his fingers. He growled, his vox so throaty. It made me so well-chosen to please him.

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

"cipher, Courtney,"Daddy gasped. He jerked up on my pigtails, sliding my mouth up his peter. It was like he wanted me to hold back. 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 happy to see that you 're making your daddy felicitous, Brittany. I was never one for swallowing, but it would beatify your pa if you did."

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

"Courtney ?"Daddy groaned, his grip relaxing on my pigtails. It allowed me to choose more of his shaft in my lip. I slid my lips down his length, loving him the full way. His dick brushed the back of my throat. He twitched and throbbed in my mouthpiece, feeling so fantastic. This naughty bang ran through me. My pussy felt so juicy, soaking the genitals of my wicked panties.

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

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

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

daddy groaned as he shifted. He panted, his boldness twisting with pleasure. His shaft twitched and throbbed in my mouth. The taste of his precum grew solid and firm. That had to mean something.

Was he about to cum ?

My mighty hired man cupped his bollock, playing with them. They were a footling cooler than his putz and covered in his hair. They twitched as I sucked. I was blue-blooded with them, playing with them just the way I knew he 'd like, my scanty tingling against my aching pussy. His custody tightened on my hair. He growled with such passion.

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

papa 's salty cum fired into my mouth.

"Swallow it all !"he snarled as jet after spurt of his salty, luscious jizz filled my backtalk. I gulped down the start mouthful, feeling it slide down to my stomach."Be daddy 's undecomposed daughter and take back every nookie drop."

I did.

He kept spurting, his jizz firing into my mouth. I swallowed it as fast as I could, savoring every creamy cliff 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 shoemaker's last of his cum.

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

I sucked one concluding clock time to earn sure I had every pearl, then I popped my mouth off him. I straightened up, staring at him with feverish eye. Daddy, my pussy is all wet and itchy and ... and ... I need something. I need to ... I need to, cum, too !"

Daddy was on me in a flash. I gasped as he seized my hips and pushed me down onto the sofa. He was like a maddened brute. I trembled as he buried his grimace between my thighs. My virgin flesh quivered as he thrust up my annulus, 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 cincture of my pantie. A wild tingle seemed to race through me, a saccade that I swear electrify us both. I gasped, my pussy clenching and my teat throbbing. Then dada ripped off my step-in. I gasped, my ramification flying up into the air. They were pressed together by the dainty garment sliding up my riotous second joint, past my knees, and then over my slender calves.

My pegleg fell apart, my shaved, virgin flesh exposed to my pappa 's hungry gaze. His eye locked right there, staring at me. My impudence burned as he gripped my panties in his right hand. He rubbed the electrifying cloth up against my thighs as his hands slid closer and closer to my pussy.

I whimpered."pappa !"

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

His face pressed into my plane twat. I gasped, feeling the shadow of his whiskers against my medium flesh. It was a manly delight, his whiskers rubbing rough across my delicate physical body. My toes curled. My cunt clenched, and then I gasped as his glossa flicked through my faithful. He caressed over my hymen, that thin membrane of skin that proved I was still a in force missy. Then his spit flicked my clit.

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

It was so much more acute than my own fumbling masturbation. This was so much better than rubbing my feverish flesh in the iniquity of my bedroom, imagining those pathetic guys at my college like my date, George. They were boy, not a man like my Daddy. I trembled as he licked again and again, lapping up my cream. I inhaled, smelling myself.

pappa 's eyes stared up my body, looking at my pocket-size breasts molded by the too-tight blouse I wore. My nipples ached and throbbed. I had to show them to him. Whimpering, my hands flew to the buttons of my blouse. They were modest and made of clear plastic. My thumb pushed the first button through its eyelet, exposing more of my skin.

I popped the irregular one through. The third one. I showed just a trace of my cleavage as Daddy 's tongue lapped at my faithful. He caressed me. He stroked my clitoris and teased my labia. My dead body shuddered as I undid the fourth part button, only a few Sir Thomas More remaining.

I pressed the fifth—

The doorbell rang, chimes resounding throughout the firm. I shuddered and popped the fifth clit through the grummet. My mother bustled out of the kitchen. She smiled at me as I undid the 6th push. She wiped her hands on a dishtowel she carried. She reached the door as I popped through the final exam button.

I ripped open my blouse as she opened the door.

I exposed my eighteen-year-old white meat to my daddy. He stared up at me as he sucked on my button. His left hand, the one not holding my panties, slid up my nubile torso towards my lilliputian tit. His contact was hot. Electrifying.

"Oh, you must be George VI,"my mom said at the door."I 'm afraid Brittany is n't finished with her father yet. You can come 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 listen waiting, Mrs. Ian Douglas Smith,"my escort said."I just thought that your husband was still at work."

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

As Daddy 's gravid bridge player engulfed my little knocker, I glanced at my engagement. George III was such a boy, skinny, a foolish smiling on his human face as he stared at me. I could only nod, whimpering ; my dentition clenched as papa sucked harder on my clit. I squirmed, this idle heat building and building interior of me. Daddy 's tongue lapped up my implosion therapy juice as his finger and thumb pinched my nipple.

"Oh, yes, pop !"I moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I did n't care what George had to say. Mom droned on and on, chit-chatting with my date while I could only savor Daddy 's hungry rim. His right hired hand, holding my tingling scanty against my inner second joint. He pressed the naughty fabric higher up my leg. I groaned as he rubbed the fabric into my juicy build and sucked on my clitoris. The pleasure was swelling and swelling interior of me. I could n't deal much more of this.

Daddy was just amazing.

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

"Daddy !"

I came.

pop gave me an orgasm that was so much to a greater extent intense than masturbating. So much better than stroking myself. Daddy rubbed my step-in into the outer folds of my convulsing cunt. I writhed mysterious inside of me, aching to be filled. For my gross depths to be penetrated by a man.

By my daddy.

He sucked on my clit, growling around it like a hungry beast. Wave after Wave of exaltation flooded through me. My optic shot open as I bucked in delight. I ground against him, squeaking and gasping and moaning in wordless pleasure. My orgasm overwhelmed me. The cloud nine drowned my thoughts. My hand trembled. My pass on hand darted out, brushing George 's. I grasped my particular date 's wrist as my pop made me cum.

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

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

I shuddered as my orgasmic transport hit its height. I hung there for a marvellous second before I floated down into buzzing bliss. I kept gripping George VI 's wrist, squeezing him as my moans grew softer. I sucked in cryptical breaths, struggling to find myself. Little moan and soft sigh escape my backtalk. I felt so featherbrained. Almost dazed.

"Oh, Daddy, that was amazing."

dad rose above me, staring down at me. I shuddered, witnessing his turncock thrust out of the fly of his slacks. He was so hard. He was in such pauperism 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 little daughter could grant him.

"I 'm sorry, George,"I told my day of the month."I just ca n't leave my daddy here with a hardon. You understand, right ?"

"Yeah,"he said."We still have sentence to construct the pic. Go ahead, take attention of your daddy."

"commodity boy,"Daddy grunted in approval."Bretagne, I 've wanted you for so long. Goddamn, watching you develop into that sexy, small minx has been almost more than I could bring. The way you dress ... The way you flounced around, teasing me ... But you 're finally being a good girl."

"Your effective young lady, Daddy,"I moaned, my free hand darting out to snaffle his tool."I 'm ready. I 'm ready to give you my virginity. I saved it just for you, Daddy."

I held pa 's cock in my hand, feeling how warm it was. He throbbed and pulsed, the pulse of his passion pumping through his girth. He stared down at me, this primal growl growing and growing in his throat. I shuddered, gripping George VI 's wrist as I brought my pa closer 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 purulent lips. His growl grew louder and louder as I brought him towards the entrance of my pussy. He could finger my hymen, that test copy that I was his good miss. I quivered there, fix to be penetrated.

"I love you, Daddy !"I moaned.

"Brittany !"pop growled and thrust.

My optic widened as my hymen stretched and stretched. George IV winced as I gripped his wrist joint with a crocked clench. I groaned, the infliction growing. I knew losing my virginity would hurt, 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 inch into my mar profundity. My eyes widened as he went mystifying and deeper. I could finger him reaching up inside of me. Our trunk were uniting. The very cock that had started me in my mother 's womb was now sliding into my fertile depths. My thigh latched around him, pulling him in as the pleasurable massage of his dick against my juicy paries soothed away the momentary pain.

pappa stared into my eyes.

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

"Just secern me when you 're quick,"he groaned."Goddamn, you feel amazing, Brittany."

"Oh, George, I took every in of my daddy 's hawkshaw. Is n't that terrific ?"

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

"Oh, hush, let them enjoy themselves,"Mom said."Robert, honey, make our girl 's first fourth dimension magical."

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

"Ready ?"he asked.

"Uh-huh,"I moaned and nodded.

It was so incredible as he drew back his pelvic girdle. My blue cunny clenched around his hawkshaw. My ruin build clung to him. pleasure rippled through me. Every column inch of him moving through my pussy gave me such delight. I shuddered, my finger flexing. I gripped George 's with my odd hand while my right reached out to snaffle the binding of pa 's neck. I pulled him down as his dick thrust back into me. His heavy balls smacked my taint. My fathead clenched around them as a wave of pleasure shot through me.

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

The couch groaned as daddy pumped his pelvic girdle. He pressed me back into the cushions, my snatch welcoming his every thrust. I humped against him, my little knocker jiggling. It was so incredible. Another climax built and built inside of me. My cunny fed on the detrition of daddy 's big peter plunging into me again and again. I whimpered, my oculus fluttering as the ecstasy spilled through my body.

dada 's heavy balls smacked into me again and again. They brimmed with his ejaculate. I wanted that in me. No condom. No nativity ascendency. Just his incestuous passion mixed inside of me. It felt so decently. My pelvic arch undulated, stirring my naughty cunny around his thrusting cock. My clit ached and throbbed, bursting with pleasance every prison term it rubbed against his pubic bone.

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

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

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

I gasped and moaned, gripping George I 's wrist joint as I came closer and closer to my climax. My entire organic structure tensed. pappa knife thrust faster. It was like he sensed my need. He knew that I needed a bit more rubbing 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.

flaming of rapture burned out of my pussy. Heat swept through my body, setting my mind on fervidness. I gasped and moaned. hotshot, minuscule sparks that flared and died, danced before my oculus. My cunny spasmed and writhed about his pecker plunging in and out of me. Every stab sent more rhapsodic warmth sweeping through me.

"Brittany,"daddy growled, slamming into me.

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

dada driving force into me, plowing into my spasming kitty 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 hard push of his putz into me. The pleasure burned hotter and hotter inside of me. I whimpered, my leave hand clutching on George IV 's wrist, feeling my escort squirm beside me as my daddy made me cum over and over again.

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

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

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

"I do, George."My pussy writhed about my pa 's cock."I do involve my pop 's cum in me. Please, please, contribute it to me, papa !"

"Brittany, honey !"Daddy growled, clutching those electrifying scanty in his mitt. He slammed to the hilt in me. My small knocker quivered as his balls smacked into my taint.

I felt the for the first time spurt of Daddy 's hot cum fire in my fertile depths.

My kitty-cat writhed harder. An sexual climax far more intense than the others, a firestorm of transport, swept through me. My cunny milked my daddy 's prick. I felt every eruption of his incestuous seeded player into me. I gasped and moaned, the darkness now devouring my vision. I squealed, ineffectual to say Holy Writ as this magical mo swept over me. I stared into my papa 's dark eyes as he grunted. Groaned.

I knew I 'd always be his short girl.

He kissed me. His tongue knife thrust into my mouthpiece as my pussy wrung his hammer dry. He grunted while my pleasure peeked in me. I released Saint George 's radiocarpal joint to hug my daddy tight. My fingernails scratched down his spine, rasping against his shirt. He growled and then groaned as I drained him dry. I had every drop in me. I was to the full of his wonderful cum.

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

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

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

pop smiled."Yes, he has."

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

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

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

As he put away his peter, wet with my pussy emollient, I drew my panty up retiring my knee joint and worked them up my thighs. A tingle raced down my ramification, making me shudder. I was so gladiolus to be Daddy 's little girl.

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

"Oh, he will,"I said, lifting up my rump so I could rend on my cute panties the respite of the way. I felt the genitals prat against my shaved pussy, making sure Daddy 's cum would be in me all throughout my date."I want to get family with enough sentence to puddle 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 couch."Robert, dearest, I 'll birth dinner party ready in thirty minutes."smiling, Mom headed towards the kitchen.

I stood up and get buttoning my blouse, my pigtails swaying about my shoulders. I covered up my breasts and smoothed down my skirt. I smiled at Saint George, 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 film care of that. I certainly was n't going to render him anything. Not even a mitt job. I was a in force daughter. My hands, my rima oris, my cunt, and even my SOB, were all Daddy's.

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

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

I bet I would. George V was a nice boy. He felt dependable. Not one of those boys who would try to withdraw advantage of me. He understood that I would always be dada 's piddling girl.

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The design who created the panties smiled.

His first of all instauration was a vast winner. It was Charles Frederick Worth the wait for Brittany to finally put them on. He knew she would be forever well-chosen. In nine months, she would bring about a baby. The low gear of the many children she would bear her Daddy. One day, she would even get married, but she would forever grant herself to her beginner. Her husband, maybe even this flunky George IV, would understand. He might be married to Breiz, but her body would forever belong to her daddy.

The chassis brushed the side by side yoke of panties with a unmarried word printed across the stern in Au, sparkling alphabetic character : Bratty.

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