Mind-Control Panties 12

"Yeah, you like Hank's big dick in your cunt, don't you?" he grunted, his hands lightly holding my hips.

"I do!" I gasped. "Oh, my gosh, I do."

"Goddamn, you're such a whore," he groaned. "I love the schoolgirl skirt. The white panties. And the blouse... Fucking hell, you're a sexy thing."

"I'm not a whore!" I gasped.

He chuckled. "Whatever you want to call yourself, you're it."

A strange sensation built and built inside of me. Every time I slid down his cock, this pressure swelled. It grew as I rose up his cock, too. My pussy clung to him, increasing the friction of our flesh sliding past each other. It felt so amazing.

"Work that schoolgirl cunt up and down my dick," panted Hank. "Damn, your tight and hot. I'm going to fire so much cum inside of you."

I gasped, my pussy squeezing down on him. That made our naughty activity feel even better. "No no, you can't. My daddy will kill me. He must be so worried that I'm out so late."

"I don't care what your daddy thinks, I'm busting my load inside of you," he grunted. "You want it. Your tight, hot cunt aches for it. Don't it?"

He was right. I wanted him, but I shouldn't. Why did he feel so good inside of me? I rode him faster. I gripped the steering wheel, my nipples aching inside of my bra. I worked my pussy up and down his dick. I came closer and closer to that amazing pleasure. Something was going to happen inside of me.

Was I about to have my first orgasm? Was I going to cum on the trucker's dick? What sort of virgin did that?

I slammed down him, shuddering. His dick filled me up so much. My hips danced from side to side. My body moved. It felt so natural to be riding his dick. Why? I groaned, my fingers gripping the steering wheel. I arched my back, my brown hair swaying. I couldn't take much more of this.

"Fuck me," he groaned as I slammed down his cock. As I rose up his shaft, his dick twitched. I felt something hot spurting inside of me. "Yes, take it. Take my fucking load."

I gasped, realizing he was spurting his seed in me. It was his semen. His cum. I slammed down his cock and gasped, feeling every spurt splashing into the depths of my pussy. It sent this wave of pleasure through me.

A tsunami of rapture that had my entire body spasming. Bucking.

My pussy convulsed as the wave reached my mind. Ecstasy spilled through my thoughts. And more waves followed. They rushed through my body. I groaned and gasped, my head shaking. Stars danced before my eyes as my pussy seemed to melt about his cock. My twat massaged and writhed and drained his cock dry. He grunted, his hand squeezing my hips as he flooded me.

"God fucking damn, you are an amazing slut," he groaned. "I can't believe it. Damn, you drained my balls."

I whimpered, panting. My breasts rose and fell as the pleasure peaked inside of me. It was amazing. I couldn't believe I just did that. I wasn't a virgin any longer. I whimpered in delight, feeling his cum inside of me. His dick softened. What happened? Why did I do that?

Why did it feel so good?

That question rippled through my mind as Hank drove me home. I adjusted my clothing and pulled up my panties. They tingled around me, the electricity reaching into my pussy. It was almost like the underwear had cleaned me up and made me whole. Pure. It was such a relaxing sensation. It soothed away my confusion. I sort of felt like I was waking up from a dream. Like I had only imagined I had sex with the truck driver. I mean, I was a virgin.

I was a good girl, right?

I couldn't check before him, but I knew I still had my hymen.

"Here you are," he said, giving me a nod and a smile. "You take care. Really glad I ran into you tonight."

"Thank you for the ride," I said, giving him a polite nod. It had to have just been some wild imagination. I must have dozed off while he was driving me home. There was no way I would have sucked his cock and then given him my virginity.

No way at all.

Just like I wouldn't have done those other things. Those half-remembered perversions. I had been trapped in a slutty nightmare that I woke up from back at the party.

The door squeaked as I opened it. I climbed out of the cab, my tartan skirt flaring about my legs. I pushed them down before he saw my panties. My cheeks burned. Oh gosh, how embarrassing would it have been if he'd glimpsed those?

He pulled away from the curb, leaving me standing out on the dark street. I swallowed, glancing at the house.

Was Daddy still awake?

He must be so worried about me. Just to make sure it had been a dream, I slid my hand up my skirt. I felt so wicked for doing this right here on the street. It was in the middle of the night. No one was around. My fingers slid up beneath the panties through the leg hole. I stroked through my bush to find my vulva. I bit my lower lip. I found the folds of my pussy. I shouldn't be doing this, but...

I felt my hymen.

I let out a sigh of relief and pulled my fingers away. It must have just been a dream. It was just a weird coincidence that I had the salty taste lingering my mouth, or that I had this buzzing pleasure rippling through me. I was a virgin. I had proof. Taking a deep breath, I marched ahead to the house. I climbed up the steps, found the front door unlocked, and entered.

The lights flicked on from the living room.

I squeaked in fright finding Daddy sitting on his recliner. He faced me, his eyes boring in on me. "You were out late," he said, standing up. He was a tall and gentle man. His brown eyes flicked up and down my figure. It looked like he was afraid of something. "Out partying again?"

"Again?" I gasped. "I don't know what happened, Daddy. I just woke up at this party. It's not like me. I'm so sorry for worrying you."

Shock rippled across his face as I threw myself at him. I hugged him tight and pressed my head into his chest.

"Delilah?" he asked. "Did you dye your hair back brown again?"

"Dye my hair? You okay, Daddy? Why would I dye my hair?"

The tingles rippled from my panties. I swallowed, feeling how strong he was. How solid. He stared down at me with a strange look in his eyes. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back. He stared down my blouse. His brow furrowed even more. I glanced down, confused at what he was seeing.

"What happened to your breasts?" he asked. His hands seized them through my blouse. I gasped in shock as my daddy groped my small boobs through my blouse and bra. He squeezed them. "You lost several cup sizes. You couldn't have been padding your bra all these years. Not the way you dress."

"Daddy?" I asked. "You shouldn't be touching me like that."

He snorted. "As if every boy at your college touched you like this? Probably a few of your professors, too."

I gasped in indignation. "I'm a virgin daddy. Honest."

"A virgin?" he growled. He grabbed the front of my blouse. "Why are you wearing something like this? Usually, you wear something cut so low I'm surprised your tits don't pop out. I don't know what to do with you, Delilah."

"Daddy?" I said and then gasped as he ripped my blouse open. Buttons popped off, bouncing off his chest. He exposed my white bra cupping my small breasts. He shook his head, shocked. "I didn't imagine them, right? Your tits?"

"Maybe you're just tired, Daddy," I told him. "I'm not what you think. I'm sorry I went out to a party, but I didn't do anything. I can prove it."

"You can prove that you're a virgin?" he asked. "I only caught you with two boys last year in your bedroom. All naked and writhing."

"We were studying!" I gasped, remembering the last time I had two boys in my bedroom. Daddy had been so furious. I didn't even think about it until he pointed out that I had the door closed and anything could have happened. But nothing had. I certainly hadn't had a threesome with them. I hadn't taken one of their cocks in my butt-hole and the other in my pussy.

I was a good girl.

"Prove it. Prove that you're a virgin. I don't know what weird game you're playing, Delilah, but let's see."

"It's embarrassing," I said, my cheeks burning. "But, I mean, you're my daddy. So I guess you can see."

I drew up my skirt. Slowly. Daddy's jaw dropped. "Jesus, are you going to flash your twat at me?"

"Just so you can see that I have a hymen," I said, my cheeks on fire. I pulled up my skirt high enough to expose my panties. "Just tug down my underwear, and you will see. Honest, Daddy. I won't disappoint you. I'm your good girl."

He laughed louder, almost hysterical. I didn't understand what was happening. What had gone on tonight? Nobody believed that I was a virgin. I messed up by going to this party and then blacking out. But I had my hymen. I just proved it. I didn't have sex at the party with those three boys, and I didn't have sex with a trucker, either. I didn't suck his cock until he exploded in my mouth, and I certainly didn't drink all his yummy cum.

Daddy fell to his knees, this bestial look on his face. I had never seen anything like it before. He was such a gentle and loving man. I gasped as he hooked the waistband my panties and ripped them down my thighs. He stared at my brown bush, his eyes narrowing.

"I half expected you to be dripping with cum," he muttered.

I'd only dreamed the trucker fired cum into me. Right? I would be dripping if he had.

I gasped as daddy thrust his fingers against my vulva. He parted my pussy lips and peered upward. I shuddered as he brushed my hymen. He groaned, staring at my maidenhead.

"Holy shit, you are a virgin," he said. "But... but the way you've acted the last two years. You practically threw it in my face."

"Daddy, are you sure you didn't have a nightmare? That doesn't sound like me at all. I'm your good girl. I would never do anything dirty or filthy at all. I wouldn't suck cocks or ride dicks or let boys spurt their cum all over my body. I would never do anything like that. You can see that, right?"

He breathed in. "Yeah, I can." He inhaled again, a deep one. "You smell fresh. Spicy. You've never been used before."

I gasped as Daddy buried his face into my pussy. The shock of pleasure raced through me as his tongue lapped at my pussy folds. He caressed my hymen, his tongue flicking up to my clit. His hand suddenly went around my waist, grabbing my rear. I trembled, clutching my skirt, staring down at him in shock.

"Daddy?" I gasped as his tongue fluttered up and down my folds.

"You're pure," he groaned. "You're pure like I always wanted you to be."

I whimpered as his tongue fluttered against me. My panties, bunched around my knees, tingled. I groaned, closing my eyes as that naughty pleasure built inside of me. The same bliss that haunted my dreams. The wicked heat that made me do such naughty things. Flashes of activities I never could have performed darted through my mind. They only fueled the fires that Daddy's tongue stroked in my pussy.

I liked it.

Daddy's tongue lapped and licked at my pussy. I couldn't believe how great it felt. It was just incredible. He brushed my hymen, stroked my labia, and caressed my little clit. Sparks burst with each stroke. I had never felt anything like this in my life.

No. I never had a boy, or a girl, go down on me. Those were just dirty dreams.

I shuddered, his rough whiskers rasping against my sensitive flesh. His tongue was so hungry. He lapped up my cream, building and building that heat in me. This must be what an orgasm was. He was going to make me have one. I was going to cum. I couldn't believe this. This was my daddy doing it, so did that make it okay?

I had to obey him. I had to be a good girl.

I shrugged out of my blouse, letting it fall to the floor. I stared down at him, my skirt bunched around my waist, almost blocking his eyes. He stared up at me with such hunger. I bit my lip, and then I reached behind me. I unhooked my bra, my shoulders shrugging the straps off. It fell away, exposing my firm, small breasts to him. He had to see that I always had small tits. I wasn't some big-breasted whore like I was in those filthy dreams.

"You oh, Daddy, yes," I moaned as his tongue licked and lapped at my pussy.

He danced over my hot flesh, driving me wild. I shuddered, grabbing his hair for support. I gripped him, my hips writhing from side to side. I ground on his face and savored every little licking flutter of his tongue. He did such naughty things to me. I quivered, a hot sensation building and building inside of me.

"Oh, Daddy, I think you're going to make me cum," I groaned. "I've never come before. This is so exciting. It's almost scary."

"Jesus, I can't believe this is really you, Delilah," he said. He pulled his face away from my twat, my cream dribbling down his chin. "Have the last few years just been a dream?"

"Maybe," I said. "Because this is who I am. I'm your good girl. Your virgin. You never have to worry about me again, daddy."

He groaned and buried his face back into my pussy. I shuddered, loving it. This wasn't wrong because I was with Daddy. I trembled in delight as he feasted on my cherry pussy. He licked and lapped at my tart juices. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as his tongue caressed me again and again.

And then he played with that little bud. My clitoris.

I gasped as he fluttered against my clit, his tongue fluttering around it. That little nub, that Pearl nestled in the folds of my labia, burst with pleasure. I gasped, swayed. My firm titties jiggled as the pleasure rippled about me. I groaned, my hips shaking from side to side. A wonderful heat swelled inside of me. His tongue teased my bud. Then his lips sucked on it.

I gasped and bucked. "Daddy!"

He stared up at me with such hunger. Such intensity. I loved it. I never wanted him to stop looking at me that way. I held his hair, swaying. I ground my pussy against his hungry mouth. I loved the feel of him against my naughty bits.

His tongue pressed against my hymen. His fingers dug into my rump. He kneaded them, parting my butt-cheeks and making my sphincter tingle. I gasped, pushing down the memories of other dirty dreams I'd had. I would never do anything back there. Not in a million, billion years. I would always be Daddy's good girl.

His cherry daughter.

He sucked on my clit hard. I gasped at the feel of his lips wrapped about my bud again. It was incredible. I quivered and moaned, my little titties jiggling. The pressure built and built. I couldn't take much more of this. I squeezed my eyes shut, little stars twinkling in the darkness. I whimpered. Groaned.

I came for the first time ever.

My pussy convulsed. I felt a spasming deep inside of me, aching to be filled by something. My virgin body trembled, my cherry juices bathing his face. I could smell my tart passion perfuming the air. I gasped as those waves of delight splashed across my mind.

"Oh, my gosh, yes!" I gasped, staring down at my daddy. "This is incredible."

"You taste incredible, Delilah," he growled.

His tongue licked and lapped at my folds. He gathered up all the juices overflowing out of me. It was incredible. I felt so dizzy from my climax. I shook my head, more of those waves drowning my mind. My back arched, my firm titties jiggling. Daddy held me tight as he feasted on me.

But it wasn't enough. I swayed so much I lost my balance. Before I knew it, I was falling. I landed on my rump and then I was sprawled on my back, my legs spread. My skirt fluttered up to cover my stomach, my pussy exposed.

"You okay, Delilah?" Daddy asked, looking down at me. My juices adorn his lips and chin.

"I'm fine, Daddy," I said. "My, oh my, that was incredible. I can't believe how amazing that felt."

"I know," he groaned. "Fuck, I can't help myself. I'm sorry, Delilah."

"For what?" I asked as Daddy fumbled at his belt.

I gasped at the rustle of his jeans. He shoved them down in a flash. His cock popped out of his boxers a heartbeat later. It was the first one I'd ever seen. Those ones in the dreams didn't count. I stared at my Daddy's cock in shock. It thrust out thick and long from his dark pubic hair. He moved over me, his heavy balls swaying beneath him. I gasped as I realized what he was going to do. A wave of fear washed through me.

I had to be a virgin. But also to be a good girl. And that meant obeying my daddy.

"Delilah," he growled, placing the tip of his cock against my virgin flesh. I gasped as he brushed my clit, sparks bursting from my nub. Then he slid it lower. "I'm sorry, you're just so sexy. I miss your mama. You look just like her. You're not that whorish daughter any longer. You're pure. Like she was."

"Daddy!" I gasped I felt his cock pressing on my hymen.

My cherry stretched and stretched as he pressed forward. He growled like a hungry beast. My normally gentle daddy transformed into something fierce and passionate. I gasped as he ran toward hard. My hymen didn't stand a chance. It popped, a sharp pain followed by an intense heat driving into my depths. My eyes widened as I felt my daddy's cock filling my newly deflowered pussy.

His balls smacked into me.

I gasped, clenching around him. He was all the way in me. I shuddered beneath him, wiggling my hips. I stared him around while I stared up at him in awe. It was incredible. It felt so right. I know I should be a virgin forever, but this was my Daddy. He fit me perfectly. My pussy squeezed around him, savoring the feel of his girth. He groaned, staring at me with these burning eyes.

He kissed me.

I tasted my tart juices on his lips as he drew back his cock. I whimpered into his mouth, my nipples rubbing into his t-shirt. I felt his chest through the cotton fabric, his manly strength. I quivered, my pussy clinging to his withdrawing cock. The friction felt incredible, igniting something inside of me.

A fire that would consume me. An orgasm that would be even better than the one he gave me just moments ago.

He slammed back into my deflowered depths. I groaned, squeezing around him. My naughty pussy welcomed him. My arms and legs wrapped around his body, holding him tight as I groaned into the kiss. I savored my tart passion on his lips as his tongue thrust into my mouth. He claimed my mouth like his cock claimed my pussy.

I trembled in delight as he pumped away at me. Our bodies moved and heaved together. It was wonderful. His cock buried into me over and over, his balls smacking into my flesh. Against the bottom slopes of my butt-cheeks and that strip of flesh between my pussy in my asshole.

My taint. That was what they called it in those filthy dreams.

Daddy's balls smacked into my taint over and over. He drove his cock hard into me. I gripped his torso, my arms and thighs were both wrapped around him. I held him tight as my fingernails clawed at his back. He stirred such passion in me. I wasn't a virgin any longer. My daddy had claimed me.

I was his.

I broke the kiss and moaned, "Yes, yes, I love you, Daddy!"

"My little girl," he growled as he nuzzled into my ear. He nibbled on it, sending tingles racing through me. My pussy clamped down on his cock, increasing the friction.

Increasing the pleasure.

My nipples throbbed against his muscular chest through his shirt. I whimpered and groaned as he kissed down my neck. His whiskers rasped against my sensitive flesh as he kissed and nibbled on me. I groaned, his every thrust bringing me closer and closer to that wonderful rapture.

My first orgasm.

I was so eager for it. I hungered for my climax. I wanted to feel his cock slamming into me and taking me to that wonderful rapture. I knew it would be incredible. A moment of pure bliss. I humped against him, grinding my clit against his pubic mound. Sparks flared inside of me.

I savored every moment of it.

"Yes, yes, Daddy!" I moaned. "Oh, Daddy, I love your cock in me. Am I being a good girl?"

"Yes!" he growled. He thrust harder, driving that dick so deep into me. "You're finally my good girl, Delilah."