Mind-Control step-in

storey Five : Bad Girl 's Sexy Punishment

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

banknote : Thanks to Alex for Beta reading this !

The figure was n't at its common position to drop off a duad of its special creations.

The characterless form slipped in through the crowds at the for the first time Baptist Church 's apparel drive. The figure wove through the conservatively dressed crowd of people dropping off apparel in boxes, trash bags, and sometimes loose bundle. The articles were dumped onto tables to be sorted to be distributed to those with less and in need. The figure was inspired to go forth this pair of scanty here. It was the everlasting place for them.

They were muted compared to the survive few it had made. A self-colored blacken color, sash trimmed in lace, and with one unique feature : they were crotchless. Lace also surrounded the slit in the panties'gusset, allowing gamy access to the slit of the lucky lady friend who donned them.

chastity Sir Joshua Reynolds was a upright girl. The hone one for the step-in emblazoned with the all-capitalized missive, each one white and bluff."Bad Girl"they read.

With a pic of its articulatio radiocarpea, the figure dropped the panty into a pile of clothing. Soon a young lady, eighteen, would arrive to screen out them. By then, the figure would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

Chastity Reynolds, a sweet, blonde girl with her hair falling in a prospicient braid on her back, arrived to cumulate up the next warhead of wearing apparel to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by sizes and case. There were washing handbasket waiting behind her, ready to obtain the clothing as she processed them. She dumped her load on her sorting station, eager to aid her Christian church provide for those with need in her community. It made her feel satisfy. It gave the miss such a boot to be so helpful.

She froze when she came across the panties.

Underwear was not one of the affair that were asked for. Not used. If they came sealed in gang, that was fine. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an electric tingling raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lace. They were the blue pair of panties she 'd ever seen in her life. The eighteen-year-old girl shuddered, surprised by the liquid heat bursting inside of her. The wanton sense datum was something unknown to the sound girl. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lace on the gusset.

She gasped as she poked her digit through the dent in the crotch. They were torn, but deliberately. The inexperienced person girlfriend did n't infer why someone would do that. What 's the tip of wearing panties like these ? she wondered.

She turned them in her hand and gasped at the words printed in those bold, all-capitalized varsity letter."Bad Girl,"she breathed, reading the idiomatic expression."What are these doing here ?"

Those two words galvanized her idea. celibacy was a good lady friend. Yes, she 'd puzzle in trouble, told a few fibs, tried to get out of eating her greens or not doing her homework, but she had never done anything truly bad.

She took her first footfall on that course as she balled up the step-in and shoved them into her skirt 's pocket. She gasped at what she 'd done. She was stealing from the church 's vesture drive.

Cheeks burning, she dove back into her sorting, hoping to draw a blank she 'd done anything so wicked.

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sexual morality Reynolds

I stared at the panties, my finger's breadth stroking through the slit in the crotch. It was all I could think about since I stole them yesterday at the clothing drive. I could n't consider I 'd done that. But those two Logos, Bad Girl, just electrified me. They were so tantalize. So at odds with everything that I was. Christians did n't steal. A Christian should n't want to hold out something like this. And yet ...

I wanted to tire out them.

I squirmed, the heating system rushing through me. It was Sunday, and I was back from morning service. I had changed out of my pink dress, standing only in my bra and panties now. I wanted to put on some casual clothes, to do my homework, and relax around the house before evening service. All I could recall about during church building inspection and repair was the panties.

What would it be like to wear a span that did n't hold a private parts ?

A shuddering, electric tingle raced on my digit demanded that I don them.

Cheeks burn, I set the scanty down on my bed and stood up. My small breast quivered in my Andrew Dickson White bra. They were little A cupful, not really needing the documentation, but a good woman wore her bra. That 's what mama said.

I hooked the sash of my panties and rolled them off my rose hip. I was shocked by the sweet musk that filled my nose. I groaned, realizing the scent was coming from the wet heat that had engulfed my slit. I should n't remember of my vagina as a pussycat, but I could n't help it. Bad girls had pussies.

Was I a bad missy now ?

I stepped out of my panties and set them with care on my bed. I grabbed the shameful panties, the lace trim of the cincture caressing my fingers. I turned the pair in my clutches until they were facing the right way. I stepped my right leg through the appropriate hole. I groaned as I slid my left leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The electric prickling intensified.

Everywhere the textile touched me came alive. A crackling sensory faculty surged up my wooden leg and reached my pussy, increasing the molten heating. I let out a groan of motiveless pleasure. I shuddered, my white meat jiggling in my bra. I pulled the panties over my fundament, the waistcloth riding low on my rose hip. My virgin sex clenched as a yucky sensation rippled out of me.

I glanced down and saw my blonde pubic hair peeking through the panties'slit.

That was n't rectify. What was the detail of wearing panties like these if my pubic hair peeked out ? I smiled, this calm settling upon me. A bad girl did n't need pubic haircloth. A bad lady friend was shaved. And why was I wearing this pointless bra ? My small boob did n't need it. I reached behind me and undo it as I smiled.

I had some grooming to do.

wearing away only my bad girl panties, I sauntered out of my bedroom. I yanked surface my door, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hallway, a careen to my marriageable hips I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my firm breasts jiggling before me. My nipples were so hard. I tweaked them. Right there in the hallway, I let out a wanton groan of delight as the tingles raced down to my pussy.

No one caught me.

I entered the lav and closed the threshold behind me.

"Chastity, honey,"Mom said a heartbeat later,"I 'm going out for a jog. You considerably do your homework."

I rolled my eyes as I heard mom 's footsteps offer. God, she was such a stuck up gripe. preparation ? Eww.

I stared at myself in the mirror. My boldness was so plain and innocent. And what was up with this braid ? It was long. Cute. That had to go. I wrenched open a draftsman and found a pair of scissors. I unwound my tress, my golden locks spilling around me. And then I took the scissors to them.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

My hair fell to the flooring, golden chain fluttering to their last. I cut my hair at the shoulder, creating something that was so torment and savage. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my head, watching my new locks dancing about my mischievous face. I loved it. I pursed my sassing, smiling. Mom would detest it. She thought women should have long hair.

Not me.

I did n't like slipping out of the step-in, but I had to shave. I thrust them down, gathered up the garden pink foam and my razor, then slid into the bathing tub. I threw my legs over the face of the tub, feeling my loaded pussy lips parting. I could n't aid but run a fingerbreadth up and down my folds. I did n't induce a hymen. I 'd broken that riding my bike class ago.

Feeling bad, I thrust my finger inside of my Virgo the Virgin pussy. I gasped, having never done that before. It felt so severe. I was hot and juicy and oh, so, silky. I shuddered, my toes curling.

I masturbated right then and there. The bathroom door was n't even locked. Dad could walk in and catch me. He could see me being a bad, bad female child. He could watch my fingers plunging in and out of my pussy. I stirred my slit up. He would stare at me with such a wanton lustfulness and see that I was a repellent thing.

A slut.

"pop !"I moaned as I came, my toes curling as the pleasure rippled through me. It was wonderful.

I sucked the sweet cream off my digit, loving the flavor, and set to work. I coated my pubic hair in garden pink foam and started shaving. I was n't afraid. Bad young woman did n't get afraid. We acted. We took what we wanted.

We shaved our pussies to be wicked, wanton sluts.

I groaned as the razor raft across my sensitive vulva. I tingled from my orgasm, getting rid of the pubic hair only made me feel more and more sensitive down there. When I turned on the faucet to wash away the foam, I almost came again. It was so acute. I held my slit against the menstruation of H2O, feeling it pouring into my silky depths.

"pappa, daddy, yes !"I howled.

shame he did n't register up.

Dry and out of the bathing tub, I pulled on my favorite brace of step-in. Now they felt right to wear. I could find the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the slit. I felt so wicked as I strolled out of the lav topless and headed back to my sleeping room, my hips swaying from side to side. Why could n't daddy have got caught me ? Or even Mommy ? Maybe she 'd make up me eat her pussy.

Mine tasted so near. I bet hers would taste divine.

I was disappointed with my clothing selection. None of them would do. I finally settled on a short-sleeved blouse that was grim and the shortest skirt I had. It fell to my knee joint. My knee joint ! God, I was such a lame, boring bitch. No longer. I was off to the mall.

I snagged dad 's car Key on my way out. I 'd never driven before. I had no interest before now even though I was eighteen. How gruelling could it be ?

I got the bent of driving real quick. I was sure enough papa would forgive me for that one little dent. I 'd go down on his peter to make it up to him. How could he be mad at me after that ?

I arrived at the center, ready to change my life. I needed make-up, something that was forbidden by my mother, a new wardrobe, and anything else that caught my eye. I smiled at any boys I passed, pursing my back talk and letting them see the stake in my heart. They grinned and nodded to each other as they noticed me.

My mammilla were so hard, pressing against the social movement of my blouse. They tingled and throbbed with my every step. Oh, God, it was delicious. But I had to get out of this tarp I was wearing. My blouse was so baggy. How could anyone see how hot I was in this ?

I sauntered into Pink Chic, the trendy clothing place I 'd always seen but never dared to enroll before. My eyes flitted around, searching for the perfect matter. I spotted a short jean chick, the stuff looking like it would hug me miserly. I snagged it off the wheel, and then I noticed a black belly shirt that had no sleeve. I was a size 2 petite, so I grabbed the size 1. I wanted it tight. Smirking, I headed to the changing room.

I did n't hesitate to strip off my old clothes. I left them in a pile on the floor. I did n't necessitate those oil production things any longer. I ripped the tatter off my new jean skirt then pulled it up my legs. I shuddered as the denim rasped against my thigh. My pussy felt so energize, the air kissing my shaved lips. I slid the jean skirt up and up over my derriere.

It rode low my pelvic girdle, just covering the waistband of my panties. If was tight, almost digging into my bod. I shuddered, loving how poor it was. If I bent over, boys would get a footling peek at my panties. Would they notice there was no private parts ?

I was so eager to find out.

I paused to slip my right mitt underneath my wench and slide my figure through the incision in my step-in'gusset. I stroked my juicy pussy sass, sending a terrible thrill through me. My raw bosom jiggled. I pinched a teat, oohing in delectation. I shuddered and then pulled my finger's breadth out.

No time to masturbate ; I had more thing to steal.

A fast tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my head teacher. I had to work it down, the fabric molding around my torso. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding tit, my small nipples outlined by the melt off stuff. It clung to my small tit, leaving nil to the imagination. My satiny, flat stomach was exposed, my cute belly button just begging for attention. With my short, fantastic hair, I looked so wicked.

"Girl, you are one hot cunt,"I purred to my reflection.

Not giving any nookie, I opened the changing room door and sauntered out like I owned these clothes. I threaded my way through the computer memory, navigating the article of clothing racks. I did n't even glint at the shop clerk.

In instant, I was past the sensors and out into the watercourse of the mall 's foot traffic. I sauntered to my side by side address. My pussy clenched, a repellent quiver racing through me. I shoved my hired hand beneath my dame right there as so strolled along, rubbing my pussy. I stroked myself through the slit.

"Oh, yes,"I moaned, winking at a passing boy.

A wicked thrill shot through me as I headed into bathing tub and beauty Delights. It had a huge ingathering of makeup. I was most interested in some lipstick. I needed to do something about my pale, pink lips. I needed a vibrant shadiness. I needed to announce to the reality just who I was. My gaze fell towards that interdict section. The seat my mother never wanted me to go.

"constitution is just lying about what God gave you, and you know where prevaricator go, do n't you Chastity ?"

I rolled my heart. Bad girl should want to go to hell. That was where we belong.

I shuddered, heading towards the makeup. inflammation flooded through me. I was just so eager for this. I reached the showing, staring at all the unlike unity. There were so many colors. So many unlike ways I could paint my mouth. Some were pathetic. Why would I need to go with a slightly dissimilar shade of pink ? But there were other ace ... loss so bright they practically screamed tart. purple. They even had fateful.

I shuddered, wondering just how many of these I could steal. I was eager to find out.

I grabbed the black lipstick first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my skirt. The crotchless panties were useful. I had a naughty post I could enshroud things. I groaned as the contract underground of lipstick pressed against my pure pussy lips. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and recondite. I groaned, naughty wavelet tingling down to my toes. My hips shook in my jean chick, the denim rustling about my thighs.

"Oh, yes, yes,"I moaned. It was so wicked. I could just masturbate justly here.

Masturbate ... It felt Nice having the tube of lipstick inside me. But they were things designed for getting a girlfriend off. There was one naughty place in the mall where I could get one.

smiling, I snagged up the Passion Fruit Red, hating the name of the people of color but it was so cherry. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the black lipstick tube even deeper into my depths. My back arched. My teat quivered in my belly shirt. My teat throbbed so much. I stared up at the roof as the pleasure rippled through me. My pussy was so raw. I could n't hold off to take my first tool inside of me.

Maybe I should let daddy have it off me for denting his car ? Ooh, I bet he had such a big rooster. He would fill up me up Thomas More than these lipstick tubes. I pulled my fingers away, loving how they were sticky with my juice. I brought them to my olfactory organ, inhaling my sugared musk.

"God, I smell Delicious,"I moaned.

I popped my fingers in my mouth. I sucked on them. My tongue danced around them like they were many cocks, cleaning up my cream. Such a pleasant-tasting thrill.

My pussy clenched around the two lipstick vacuum tube. I bit my lip, wanting to steal a third base, but I was getting concern about getting that first one out. My fingerbreadth could only pass so far inside of me. Well, the two I had would be unspoiled enough for now. I could always shoplift again.

On the way out, I snatched some eye shadow, palming the slender type in my hand. I sauntered out, the tubes of lip rouge shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how distasteful they felt. My impudence burned as the rapture rippled through me. I gave the clerk, sitting bored the counter and staring at her phone, a wave.

She gave a half-hearted wave back. She had no idea I had a pussy full of her merchandise.

I burst into wanton giggles the moment I was out of the store. I strutted into the menses of the center 's client, my pussy getting teased by those lipstick tubes shifting inside of me. I groaned, wondering if I could issue forth just from walking around with material buried in my goof.

That was something I had to find out next.

I ducked into the ladies way and fished out both metro of lipstick from my kitty-cat. I had a little problem getting out the blackened thermionic tube, my finger slipping on the shine shaft. I shuddered and groaned, the lace of the crotchless scanty massaging my knuckle duster while I stimulated my hot flesh. My clit ached and throbbed. With a laborious Northerner, I wrenched out the naughty lipstick.

Both tubes were soaked in my juice. I decided to go with the red, dropping the black into my bag. Though I 'd never applied lipstick before, I nailed it. I coated my lips perfectly. They were just so shiny and scarlet. It made me look so wicked. I opened the eye shadow, seeing a palette with several shades on it. I selected a morose bluish-gray hue and swept it across my upper eyelid. They made my greenish depths smell so smoky.

I fluttered my lashes, loving the look. I was such a bad, bad girl. A naughty tremble raced through me.

Makeup was done, It was time to get that sex toy. There was a lingerie workshop that had a"personal massager"incision. They sold them to relieve"female stress."I loved it. They also had a discreet survival of the fittest of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly risque ones you would find at a sex shop, but I could definitely find myself my first vibrator.

I sauntered inside like I belonged, passing a few other women who were browsing the brassieres. I drifted towards the"massagers,"not even hesitating. If you acted like you belonged, people thought you did. God, multitude were so stupid. I was eighteen.

I reached the toys, smiling. My eyes flicked up and down them. There were a duet of body and verge massagers, packaged to look like traditional therapy items instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few Friend whose mother had those. On the rear end shelf were the true sex toys. The vibrators that were shaped like thickly shafts. A overweight dildo made me smile.

I groaned when I saw the presentation model. It was silver, so wonderfully shiny. I picked it up and smiled. I did n't even expect to see if anyone was looking.

I just shoved the toy up beneath my skirt.

"Oh, God, yes,"I groaned as the thick, tricky calamus of the vibrator pushed into my virgin puss.

My pussycat lips spread around it, my bitch stretching and stretching for it. My toes wiggled in my shoes. Wicked shake raced through me as I pressed the vibrator deeper and deeper into my cunt. It was like nothing I 'd ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so a great deal thicker than my digit. Than the lipstick subway system. It kept going. It reached deeper and deeper interior of me. I groaned, trembling on the sceptre of an orgasm. My eyes fluttered, my breathing spell quickened.

"Oh, God, I 'm going to stimulate so much fun with you,"I moaned.

I groaned as I pushed the final stage in into me. I savored it. I was so wonderfully full. Was this what it would feel like to accept a dick in me ? I could n't wait to find out. I could n't wait to fuck my first guy. I did n't have intercourse who it should be.

My father ?

He was soul a bad girl would screw. He was at rest home. I did call for to do up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the thick vibrator shifting around my pussy. I groaned, every step a marvellous delight. I moved through the store, bold, not giving any fucks.

I belonged. I was n't doing anything wrong. Nope. Just brush aside me as I stroll out with your vibrator shoved up my cunt. These tingles raced through me, an electrify quiver seemed to spark from my new preferent panty. My fingers fluttered as I sauntered out of the memory into the mall traffic.

"We need you to follow with us, miss,"an authoritative phonation said.

My mind snapped to the right to see the solid and tall human body of a police officer advancing on me. He had dark hair, a thick mustache on his upper lip. His eyes were hard as he stared at me. My pussy clenched about the vibrator as I gave him a beguiling smile.

"Oh,"I said, playing it chill."Is there something wrong, Officer ?"

"We just require you to come with us, miss,"a second cop said. He was tall and broad-shouldered, a browned goatee framing his thick and powerful backtalk. He had a fade buzzed into the English of his pass, that high and nasty carrier. A shudder rippled through me, my cunt clenching down on the vibrator.

"Oh, I need to go. My daddy 's waiting for me."I fluttered my eyes as I gushed like a fiddling girl."He 'll be so mad if I 'm deep. I ca n't aid you. Sorry."

The cop with a mustache, his epithet tag reading Murphy, seized my correctly arm."Do n't resist, miss."

"What ?"I gasped as he pressed me towards the rampart. My pussy clenched around the vibrator."What are you doing ?"

"Placing you under arrest for suspicion of shrinkage,"he said.

"Shoplifting ?"I gasped and feigned artlessness."I do n't know what you 're talking about."

"Miss, we 've seen the security footage of you walking out of garden pink Chic in the skirt and top you stole off the rack. I bet that 's not the only matter we 're going to find that you 've stolen."

"So do n't hold out, miss,"said the officer with a goatee. His name tag read Lassiter."It would be a shame to have to ... offend such a pretty thing."

This wicked shake ran through me as policeman spud pulled both my radiocarpal joint behind my back. He held my hands together while he pulled out his handcuffs. I gasped as the firstly handlock slapped on my in good order wrist joint. I felt the stinging botheration and then heard the ratcheting sound as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the other handlock on my left carpus, binding my hands together.

I trembled, arrested like a true bad girl.

"Oh, god, you have no musical theme of the wicked things I 've done,"I purred in the sexiest voice I could. I could feel the pussy succus dripping out of me, A drop landed on the floor between my groundwork. My cream must be running down the vibrator.

"Why am I not surprised,"said policeman Lassiter."Little adulteress like you, dressed like that, thinks she can do whatever she wants. wellspring, miss, just because you got a hot ass does n't mean you can break the law. There are consequences."

"penalization,"growled ship's officer Murphy.

I almost fainted in rapture.

The vibrator shifted around inside of me as the two cops marched me through the shopping centre. Each one gripped my arm, their hands so warm. I trembled between them, but not in fear. My pussy only grew hotter and hotter. My clit ached, the lace of the crotchless pantie brushing my piffling bud as I swayed my hips. My nipples rubbed into the thin framework of my crop top, sending wonderful tingle down to my pussy.

They were both so substantial. So young and mighty. I licked my brim, feeling the waxy heart of the lip rouge. My small breasts quivered, their eyes falling on them as they jiggled in my too-tight top.

Our journey ended at a belittled auxiliary law station for the center. Just a small waiting room no bigger than a bus occlusion, a plaza for a couple of bull stationed at the mall to return to on their recess. It probably had a holding cellphone in there. I shuddered as policeman Murphy pulled out a set of paint and unlocked the heavy door. It creaked subject, my twat gripping the vibrator as a wicked tingle raced through me.

"You got a name, slut ?"asked Officer Lassiter as he led me through."A substantial one since Slut is the sodding word for you, is n't it ?"

"Yes,"I moaned.

"We need your real name for the report,"ship's officer Murphy said, sighing.

"Then you 'll just bear to make me mouth,"I moaned as they opened a back door onto a minuscule examination way. There was a metal table in there, a duad of chairs around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.

"Better pat her Down,"said officer Murphy."You want to take high or low ?"

"high school,"said Officer Lassiter."Sluts got herself a brace of nice bosom. Cy Young and firm. I bet you 're not a day over eighteen."

"Maybe,"I moaned as his script cupped my breasts through my top.

I shuddered at the ghost of a man on my tit. My mammilla throbbed as he massaged his palms into them. Gasps and moans burst from my mouth as I trembled there. My puss clenched so severe on the vibrator. I swayed, my eyes fluttering, little stars dancing across my vision as an galvanizing surge shot through me.

Officer murphy knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the fastener of my jeans doll. With a concentrated Northerner, he ripped it down. He exposed my black panties with their two row written in those bold, whitened missive. He chuckled, his hand stroking across the phrase.

"Bad Girl, huh ?"he said."I guess you are, Slut."

"Yes,"I moaned as officeholder Lassiter pinched my teat through my top. He twisted them, rubbing the framework into my nubs.

"Well count at that,"police officer Irish potato said. He nudged the vibrator in my pussy, pushing it up inside me. I squealed and rose on my tiptoes for a here and now."I found what she stole out of A peeress 's supporter,"Officer Irish potato said."She 's got a vibrator shoved up her cunt."

"Fucking hell. Eighteen and stealing sex toys, huh ?"Officer Lassiter grinned at me as he twisted my nipples."I bet your parents are sooooo proud."

"Oh, they adore me,"I moaned, my wrists pulling on the handcuffs.

Officer Murphy chuckled. He twisted the vibrator inside me for some rea—

"Holy fuck !"I gasped as the toy buzzed to life.

I trembled as Officer Lassiter twisted and played with my mammilla, massaging them as this incredible cloud nine surged out of my pussy. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like null I 'd ever imagine. My finger twitched as my entire trunk trembled.

"Oh, yes, that 's dumbfound !"I moaned.

"That 's what you wanted to steal, huh ?"policeman Murphy asked, his fingers sliding around the buzzing pecker shoved in my twat. His fingers stroked over my flower petal."Just wanted to get off, did n't you, Slut ?"

"I wanted to explode !"I moaned, the hum churning up my pussy.

"Well, she 's definitely hangdog,"said policeman Lassiter."Let 's get off all the stolen clothes."

I gasped as he did n't take off my craw top—how could he with my hands cuffed—instead, he just ripped the straw man open. The thin cloth torus while the muscles in his arms bulged. My kitty clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how inviolable he was. How powerful. I whimpered, realizing just how helpless I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whimper of enjoy burst from my brim as my cute breast jiggled before me. Then I groaned as officer Murphy yanked down my bad girl scanty, sliding them down my peg until I was stepping out of them. I stood there raw, the vibrator buzzing in my twat. Thomas More drops of pussy juice dribbled from the naughty toy, splattering the cement level. My toes curled in my horseshoe as I whimpered and moaned, my head tossing back and forth. My short circuit, wild hair swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're guilty of shoplifting, Slut,"growled officeholder potato. His hand planted into the middle of my book binding and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the table, my pap kissing the cold, metallic aerofoil. I gasped at his strength as he pinned me there. Being helpless made me feel incredible. My fingers flexed, my carpus pull at the metallic element cuffs.

He twisted the base of the vibrator again.

"It can buzz higher ?"I howled as it churned away inside of me. The humming intensified. Darkness already fuzzed the boundary of my vision. My orgasm built and built inside my naughty cunny. My eighteen-year-old twat squeezed down on the amazing toy massaging my insides. My snatch melted around it. I was—

nip !

Stinging botheration exploded across my ass. My bitch clenched down so hard on the buzzing transport. The humming toy soothed away the stinging pain in the neck burn across my bottom. I had n't been spanked since I was a small girl, I wished my daddy did it more often.

This was so exciting.

quip !

ship's officer Lassiter spanked his all-inclusive hand on my allow for butt-cheek. That wonderful, stinging pain burned through me, only increasing the delight building my cunt. The vibrator carried me towards my sexual climax so fast. I was out of control.

savor !

"Such a naughty, fucking slattern !"

fling !

"Yes !"I howled."Punish me. I 'm such a bad little girl !"

nose drops !

whirl !

SMACK !

CRACK !

Their hands fell over and over. There barely was a prospect for the stinging pain to fade before the following spank landed. My pussy drank in the estrus, transforming it into rapture. It mixed with the buzzing delight rippling from that amazing vibrator. I whimpered and moaned, surging towards my orgasm.

SMACK !

"Filthy slut !"

crevice !

"intellection your hot bod would let you get away with anything, huh ?"

"No !"I howled as my orgasm exploded through me."Bad girls have to be punished !"

SMACK !

CRACK !

My twat convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after wave of bliss flooded from my cunt. Tsunamis of ecstasy flowed through my consistency. The raptus drowned my creative thinker. Stars bristle across visual modality while darkness rippled around the edge. My wrist pulling against the handcuffs, adding another flare painfulness to the brawny spanks landing over and over on my gamey rump.

nose drops !

fling !

succus flowed hot, down my thigh, gushing out around the vibrator churning me up. Its humming surged cloud nine through me that fuse with stinging nuisance, the two swirling together to create a tempest inside of me. A tempest of pure raptus. It swept through me. Electrified me. My hard nipples rubbed against the cold steel of the interrogation table.

"I 'm a bad female child !"I howled, the delight rippling through me over and over. It did n't stop. I just kept cumming and cumming. I could n't think it. I had no idea that one orgasm could talk into another. My bollocks onanism had never delivered anything close to this cloud nine. This was the pleasance a bad missy got to have.

The stark rapture of being naughty.

flavour !

tornado !

"Oh my fucking God, yes ! Keep spanking me ! I 'm still bad ! Punish me ! I stole ! I 'm a wicked thief !"

"Goddamn, this little slattern has a set of lungs on her,"policeman Lassiter groaned."I think she needs something to shut her up."

savor !

"What are you suggesting ?"asked Officer Murphy.

Instead of the next spank, I heard the rustling of wear. I blinked as Officer Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the other incline of the interrogative table from the other cop, naked, his organic structure all hard muscles. He seized my short, blonde hair and yanked my headway a few inches towards ...

His cock.

His dick bobbed before my mouth as it thrust before him. I opened wide, swallowing his shaft as the vibrator churning up my convulsing cunt. My twat never stopped spasming around that vibrating toy, exaltation after X sweeping through my trunk.

I shuddered as the low gear ever dick entered my mouth.

I sucked hard. My impertinence hollowed about the cop 's shaft. Precum spilled salty across my knife. I whimpered, my burning ass clenching. This was so savage. So naughty. I nursed on him with such thirstiness, reveling in this moment.

I heard clothing rustling behind me. Officer murphy was stripping naked now. He was exposing that muscular body of his. I just knew it. Would he fuck my Virgo pussy with his hard cock ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my world-class dick while I sucked on another cock ?

I gasped as Officer murphy ripped the vibrator out of my pussy. I was suddenly so empty. I whimpered, needing something filling my twat. The pussy-coated, buzzing toy pressed between my butt cheeks. Against my asshole. Before I even knew what was happening, he slammed it into my Virgin rectum.

My anal retentive pack widened to steep it. The buzzing rapture buried into my bowels. A new bliss flooded through me. I whimpered around police officer Lassiter 's big dick, sucking arduous as I squealed.

Officer Murphy rammed his tool into my spasming twat.

Another orgasm burst inside of me, my pussycat writhing about the dick taking my virginity. I had my first dick in me. thick and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my silky anatomy as I squeezed my eyes shut. Such pleasure filled me, buzzing out of my whoreson, rippling out of my twat, sparking from my nipples rubbing on the cold table.

"Goddamn, this slut knows how to suckle cock,"growled Officer Lassiter.

"You should try her pussy !"groaned military officer tater."I 've never been in cunt this tight. Barely legal pussy is amazing !"

I moaned and whimpered around Officer Lassiter 's peter as Officer tater fucked my spasming snatch. My asshole buzzed with the vibrator, rippling sensations melting down to my bitch stuffed full of the cop 's big cock.

It was incredible.

The pleasure just would n't halt. Wave after wave of joy rippled through me as the two cops punished me. Every clip policeman Murphy slammed into my bitch, his crotch smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a footling bit deeper into me. My fingers flexed, my wrist pulling on the handcuff. They used me. They fucked my marriageable soundbox with hunger.

They were abusing me, and I loved it. I was such a bad girl.

I wiggled my hips, stirring my convulsing puss around ship's officer tater 's big dick. I wanted the cop spurting into my cunt. I wanted to feel that hot jizz splashing inside of me. I moaned, sucking with such desperate hunger on Officer Lassiter 's cock. twaddle ran out of the corners of my lip, running over my chin.

"God fucking damn,"officeholder spud growled as he fucked my twat."That 's what you get for being a naughty, stealing cunt ! You get fucked !"

"I 'm going to deluge your backtalk with my cum, you little whore !"His chest swelled."You 're going to drink it all down, are n't you, trollop ?"

I squealed around his dick.

"Yeah, you are, just a fucking skank. You want to guzzle down my cum !"

I sucked so hard. I wanted to drink in his cum. I wanted to feel it spurting into my mouthpiece. I sucked with such feverous hungriness. My whoreson clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety bod while military officer Murphy 's big stick rammed into my cunt. Orgasm after orgasm flooded through me.

It was the secure in the world. Sex was awesome. My ass burned with every impact of Officer Irish potato 's fork. He spanked me every clock time he fucked into my gamey cunt. I squealed, the manacle rattling as I trembled. My fingers twitched. My little nipples drank in the moth-eaten surface of the interrogation table. The wanton sounds of my blowjob mixed with the smack of flesh on bod. The disgustful noises echoed through the small interrogation room.

The cops grunted and groaned as they used me. They plowed into me from both sides. My heart squeezed shut, wiz dancing through the wickedness. My mind drowned. How much more of this could I contain ? My snatch convulsing. Rippling and spasming. It was incredible.

"God fucking damn,"officer white potato growled."What a tight cunt. Oh, god, I ca n't take much more of this pussy."

"nooky cum in her cuckoo ! Just flood the little whore !"policeman Lassiter gripped my hair, pulling on it. Pain flare out in my scalp."Yes !"

He ripped his cock out of my rima oris and erupted. pearly jizz splashed across my side. I felt it bathing me. He coated me in his heat. The cop grunted with each blast, the salty seed running down to my lips. My clapper flicked out, experiencing my first taste of a man 's cum.

I loved it.

My pussy spasmed harder. My asshole rippled around the buzzing vibrator. I squealed as the jizz spurted and bathed my face. I opened my mouth wide, thrusting out my tongue. A rattling squirt splashed right on my tongue. The salty delight melted through my tasting buds.

"Yes, yes, yes ! !"I howled."Cum on my side ! Use me like a nooky whore !"

"God fucking damn,"police officer Lassiter panted, his muscular thorax rebellion and falling. He sank down to the chair, his face flushed."Jesus, you know how to muff a cock."

"The piece of ass slut smuggles vibrators up her cunt ! What did you bear ?"Officer tater slammed cryptical into me."screwing !"

"Cum in me !"I moaned."spillage that jizz in me. I want it. I want you dripping out of me."

"nether region fucking yes !"he snarled and buried into me.

His ball smacked into my clit.

pleasure exploded through me as his cum jetted into my pussy. I felt his passionateness splashing against my depth. My slit writhed about him as he unloaded spurt after spurt of jizz. The acute wafture of raptus swept through me as a man filled my marriageable cunt with his seed.

I reveled in it. As military officer Lassiter 's succus dripped on my brass, my cunt milked Officer potato 's tool dry. His hired man squeezed my rose hip, gripping me as he grunted with each flak. I loved it. He was filling me with all his jizz.

"Oh, yes, I was such a bad, bad girl, was n't I ?"I giggled."I seduced two cops to fuck me while on duty."

Officer Lassiter chuckled.

"Goddamn, you are—"

The door opened, cutting off Officer white potato.

"What are you two ..."The thick voice of the fledgeling trailed off.

I glanced over my shoulder to see a hulking, Black cop with a shaved head. He stared at me, middle narrowing. Officer murphy ripped his dick out of my spasming pussy, the vibrator still buzzing away in my asshole. His jizz leaked out of me and dripped down my thighs.

"Just dealing with a lifter, Mac,"Officer Murphy said.

Though he called the Black cop"Mac,"his name tag read officeholder Booker Taliaferro Washington. The Black person cop stared at me."What did the little fornicatress steal ? Your cum ?"

Officer murphy chuckled."The dildo buzzing away in her asshole, the clothes on the trading floor, and who knows what else. She was on a lilliputian crime fling before we caught her."

"Good thing you found her and stopped her,"policeman Booker T. Washington said, unbuckling his gun belt."She had anything but that vibrator shoved up her asshole ?"

"Nope,"I moaned.

smooch !

My ass stung from officer murphy 's spank as he grunted,"Shut up, Slut."

Officer Washington chuckled."She is a loathly, little skank, is n't she ?"

"That she is,"officeholder Lassiter said."And, no, her asshole has n't been fucked."

"Yet."The rich gang fight of Officer Washington D.C. 's words made my bowels clench around on the buzzing vibrator.

I trembled as he stripped defenseless, revealing a encompassing body, heavily muscled. He had black-ink tattoos that almost vanished into his ebony skin. I gasped when he shoved down his pants. He had a behemoth of a dick. He dwarfed both the White cops and the vibrator churning up my shit. How could that even fit in me ?

I wanted to find out.

"aspect at her wiggle,"said Officer WA."Little, White slut wants my big, blackamoor dick reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

smooch ! !

"I told you to be quiet,"growled officer Murphy.

I shuddered as the Black cop moved closer. A impish thrill shot through me. He was going to stuff that massive gumshoe up my asshole. I groaned, my fingerbreadth flexing. I was cuffed. There was absolutely nothing I could do to stop him. It made me so wet. Cum leaked out of my pussy as it clenched, aching to be filled again.

It wanted to do such naughty, naughty things.

"Goddamn, she is eagre for it,"Officer Washington D.C. growled.

"What you expect ?"police officer Lassiter asked. Then he chuckled.

"Bet her daddy loves her,"Officer spud said."Bet she sucks his prick every night."

I would. right hand beneath ma 's nozzle. I 'd be such a bad, bad girl.

Officer Washington ripped the vibrator out of my asshole and tossed the buzzing toy to the flooring. It skittered and hummed, rattling as the engine kept churning away. I was suddenly bereft of all aesthesis in my lower half. My bunghole clenched, my consistency shaking. I became so cognizant of the cold table beneath my body. My pocket-sized breast drank it in, my nipples throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so set for it.

Strong hands grabbed my waistline. They were Brobdingnagian, practically wrapping around me. I gasped as the pitch-dark man lifted me up. He held me, my hairsbreadth dangling before me. A drop of cum fell from my chin and splattered on the table. He pressed his dick between my butt-cheeks. He moved me, sliding my crack up his hawkshaw until his tip pressed into my SOB. It was a thick, blunt cockhead.

I whimpered.

He was really going to bang me up the ass with that monster. I whimpered, my dickhead relaxed by the buzzing toy. I felt so loose back there. I could do this. I could take—

"Holy fucking shit !"I howled as he did n't thrust me. Instead, he pulled me back. He impaled me on his dick.

My arsehole flared in pain as it stretched wide enough to submit his huge, Shirley Temple Black prick. He lanced so cryptical in me. My intestine clung to him, this burning heat rippling through me. I bucked and squirmed, my minuscule titty jiggling beneath me. The cop grunted as my butt-cheeks pressed against his crotch. I could feel his wiry pubic hair.

"Goddamn, E. B. White girl ass is the best."

I just whimpered, drooling, cum and spittle falling to the table as I moaned. It was incredible. My twat was already spasming. Another sexual climax rippled through me, my SOB celebrating his monumental dick filling me. Only a bad young lady could ask a cock that huge back there without flinching. I rippled and writhed about them, squirming my articulatio coxae, stirring myself around them as I dangled in his grip.

He gripped my waistline tight and then fucked me up and down his cock like a bread and butter sex toy. Like I was his personal Fleshlight. I gasped and moaned, his prick pumping in and out of my SOB. My writhing figure gripped him, the heat flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the early two cops watched and chuckled. My moans echoed through the interrogative sentence room, my passion rippling about us. It was incredible.

My butt-cheek smacked against his crotch, the stinging nuisance in my spanked rump flaring through me. It only added to the delight of his huge hammer sliding in and out of me. My velvety bowels gripped them as they spasmed, drinking in the friction.

Bright sparks exploded across my imaginativeness. My caput tossed back and forth. I groaned and gasped as he fucked me up and down his cock faster and faster. I could finger his intensity level, his large finger holding me. He practically encircled my waist with his two work force. The world swung around me as he used me.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I moaned over and over again."I love your putz !"

"All the T. H. White slovenly woman do. They love my big, Black tool stretching out their tight holes."

"It 's get !"I gasped, my anal orgasms rippling from one to the other.

My kitty convulsed, juice and cum spilling down my thighs. My manacle rattled. It felt so amaze. I gasped and squeaked and moaned as he worked his putz in and out of my SOB. I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling, my pleasure rippling about his cock. This was the skillful in the world. I never wanted this to end.

He groaned. I could tell he loved my asshole. He worked me up and down that big, Black spear. My back arched, my little tits jiggling beneath me. My pussy spasmed so operose, aching to be filled with anything. So envious of my asshole.

The pleasure burned through my opinion. An rapt blaze devouring everything. His every plung in my cocksucker transport new sheets of fire racing through me. I burned. Ecstasy consumed me. I howled. Shivered. This was beyond any esthesis I could imagine. I was just his sex toy. His living fuck doll.

Then he fucked me.

As he slammed me down his hammer, his coxa rammed forward. I gasped at the shocking spank, pain flaring across my tush. I bounced forward, my intestine sliding up his shaft as his arms held me loose now. It was like I was a swing. His pelvis plowed into me hard now. He pounded my asshole with even more vigor.

"Oh, my fucking god, I 'm dying !"I howled."I 'm dying from ecstasy ! Keep fucking me ! Do n't stop !"

"Just punishing that tight, Whitney Young ass !"he growled, drilling his cock so hard into my bowels.

to a greater extent orgasms than I could numerate blazed through me. They roared from one to the former, ecstasy enrapture in cloud nine and euphoria all swirling in a firestorm of passion. Darkness swallowed my vision. I howled. It was too much.

My skunk could n't take it.

"God fucking red cent !"the cop roared.

The Black cop 's touchwood fired in my asshole. Dimly, at the border of my awareness, I felt the jolts of jizz pumping into me again and again. These hot streams of spunk basted me. I trembled, loving him. My asshole writhed, milking his dick as he grunted.

I swayed through the darkness. The transport buffeted me from every side. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in exaltation. I felt something cool against me. My mother fucker was hollow, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the interrogation table before me.

He fucked me so hard I 'd lost it. Only a bad daughter could get that.

"Goddamn, what a fornicatress,"panted officer Washington."That was a physical exercise. Her ass was soaked than a bankers fist."

"Only interrogative, what are we going to do with the little tart ?"said Officer tater."Still do n't know her figure. We got to write this up in the report somehow."

I smiled, knowing just what to say."You 're going to let me go."

Officer Murphy snorted."Let you go ? We got you cold on shoplifting. We found the vibrator shoved up your slit. Why would we let you go ?"

"True,"I said, straightening. So a lot of Officer Washington 's cum leaked out of my asshole. It ran down to my cunt, mixing with Officer tater 's. Officer Lassiter 's jizz still stained my face."What 's gon na happen when your superiors find out you all fucked me. Are you going to claim that I 'shoplifted'your cum out of your balls ? That I got it in a turkey baster and just squirted it up in all my holes."

"We 'll clean you up,"said ship's officer George Washington, his voice growing stiff.

I laughed. My handcuff strand rattled."We both know that forensics will find even the tiniest trace of your jizz on me. Your DNA. How long will you be going to jail for molesting an distaff prisoner ?"

ship's officer Lassiter swallowed.

"Or, you can let me go. I 'll be exceptionally grateful. Just imagine all the other prospect you will get to catch me being naughty. You 'll have to spank me. Tie me up. Fuck me."I shrugged."You ca n't do that from prison. Unless you want to be the one getting fucked."

"God fucking darn,"officer Washington groaned."Why does a whore always know when she has you by the balls ?"

I winked at him.

It was n't long before I was sauntering out of the mall 's diminished law station wearing my bad lady friend step-in, the vibrator shoved back up inside my bitch. I wore one of their police T-shirt, feeling naughty that I had their department logo printed across my midget tits. It was sized for a kid, so it fitted me like a second skin. It showed off everything. I was going to relish being a bad girl.

pappa would love the new me. And so would all the other boys.

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The figure chuckled. virtue was a smart as a whip success. It was so glad it had the approximation to create these panties. humans were such fun to manipulate.

Its newest creation was set up. It was an matter to pair of step-in. It was actually virginal. A easy Patrick Victor Martindale White, the waistband trimmed in delicate lace, a single word printed in princess-pink letters across the rump, each one drawn in a convolution of cursive.

Curious ?

The figure smiled. It was time to bear more fun. Another little girl needed another naughty pair of panties.

To be continued in the succeeding narration of Mind-Controlling panty ...