Mind-Control pantie

Story Seven : girl 's Dazzling Desire

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The name slipped into the high-end boutique. Normally, it should stand out amid the riches on presentation. The prize wives and combine investment company daughter who pursued through the expensive, name-brand clothing would shiver in revulsion at the sight of it. They were here for the chic. The popular. The outfits that quivered this or that current celebrity wore on the red rug.

Not for the bizarre.

It was the staring place to drop off the figure 's mind-controlling panties.

This one was an all bootleg duo of scanty with a single word written in sparkling, gold letters.

Dazzling.

The human body was eager for this next biz to get down. With a occasional flick of the articulatio radiocarpea, the physique deposited the dyad of panties where a young girl would regain it soon.

Precious Jordan.

No one noticed the design slipped out of the memory board, to the lowest degree of all Precious. She strolled into the storehouse like she owned it, almost shouldering into the flesh. Though she was XIX, she looked like she was twenty-five. Heavy makeup, her tits clearly enhanced already at her Danton True Young age, her trendy top showing them off to their fullest, all gave the illusion of maturity to her nubile physical body. Her vibrant, red hair swept about her face, her green eyes dazzling. She marched on stiletto dog like she 'd worn them all her life.

She practically had.

She moved with the confidence and grace that could only derive with practice. She strutted like she was walking on the runway, a model ready for the glitz and glamour of Milan or New York or capital of the United Kingdom or Paris or Eternal City. Behind her, scurried her mother. Besides her daughter, mollie Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan was plain, but she still was a woman possessing ravisher. Brassy whisker, breast as large as her daughter's ( though hers were literal ), and dingy eyes that gave her an appealing cast. She possessed a curvy body, a wedding ceremony ring flashing on her bequeath hand.

"Wow, aspect at these,"Precious said. She snagged up the scanty, shuddering as the prickling racing through her. She turned around, grinning at her mother."Dazzling."

Her mother blanched."scanty like those are not going to aid you win. Go look at the G-string. Find something eye-catching. I want those pervy judges lusting for you. You are not taking second plaza again."

Precious rolled her center. She thought she threw those panties back on the pot, but in fact, she kept a detainment of them. She went to pasture the thongs while her mother found her a pleasant-tasting getup for the upcoming beauty pageant. It was an expensive attire, but it went on her husband 's credit carte du jour. Her daughter would be a star.

Even if she had to force the girlfriend into it.

No one noticed that Precious dropped the panty on the counter for the memory board employee to ring up. Nor did anyone notice the panties being slipped into the bag. Certainly, no one paid for it. They left the store with the quietus of the clothing that Molly purchased for her daughter.

Precious was Charles Frederick Worth investing in.

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Molly Jordan

"Come on,"I shouted."We have to get your nails done. hastiness. We 're running out of time."

There was always so much to do. The pageant was tomorrow, and the competition was fierce. That slit cerulean was competing. The blonde bimbo had beaten my girl hold up time, but not this time. Precious would win. She would be crowned Miss Dazzling Bell.

My daughter was perfect. Everything that I had n't been at 19. Or even XXV. with child bosom, plump lips, flawless cutis, and her red hair was such a fiery hue, not the brassy almost brown lock I had. Precious had even inherited her dark-green eyes from her Fatherhood, my husband crisscross. Everything about the girl was perfect.

I had to get her to win. How else would she get noted ?

Precious came down the stairs, wearing three-inch blackguard that were open-toed to show off the vivacious toenail gloss she had. Her haircloth bounced around her shoulder joint, the dilute straps of her negligee-style top switching on the thicker shoulder strap of the black bra she wore. She reached the bottom of the stairs, her hips swaying in the tight, white capris she wore.

"God, I 'm set up, Mom,"she said.

I frowned, staring at her capris. I did n't see a thong peeking out."act around."

"Geez,"she muttered. She turned, letting me stare at her ass.

I frowned at what I saw. I stroked up the edge of the scheme, feeling a tingle as I caressed the descent that her panty pressed into her nasty capris."What 's this ?"

"The panty I showed you lastly week,"she muttered."The cute ones. The ones with dazzling printed on it."

I rolled my eyes, this hot tingle shooting from my finger down my arm through my consistency. My nipple hardened, my snatch aching."You need more than just step-in with the word dazzling on them to shine tomorrow. Precious, you need to always look your best. I can see your panty strain. I should produce you go upstairs and change, but we 're going to be late."

"The competition's tomorrow,"she muttered."Let me just have these. Okay ? I promise I 'll do my advantageously, so blockage being such a bitch."

I sighed, letting her have her little spat. I guess those scanty would n't harm anything. It was n't like the Book of Judges would see her today. unspoiled thing, too, because those capris she wore were n't the undecomposed thing either. She should have a wench on, something feminine and naughty. Something that would contribute those pervs sitting on the judge 's panel a cheap kick when they saw her walking in it, hoping for an upskirt shot.

Precious played on her phone the intact drive to get her nails done. She chewed on bubblegum, a wont I thoroughly disapproved of. But if I tried to get her to stop the day before a competition, I just knew it would affect her tomorrow. We had a fight about it before her loss against that cunt lazuline.

What was that girl 's female parent cerebration ? Eighteen and wearing such a disgraceful outfit ? Some female parent had no shame.

Dazzling ...

The parole echoed through my mind. My daughter had to bedazzle. Shine. She had to stand out from the other missy. How to do that ? There had to be a way. Something ... exciting. I studied my daughter as the manicurist, a chatty Siamese woman, worked on Precious 's nails. I pondered ideas. My daughter was perfect. Her tits, a natal day present tense when she turned eighteen, were just ripe and plump. Her hairsbreadth was flawless, her heart such an enticing shade of green.

There was just something missing about her ...

A naughty tingle raced through me. A shudder that started in my puss and rippled through my body. My idea was perfect. Something that would make her stand out against all the other contestants. I shuddered, wiggling in my seat.

My daughter looked up."Mom ? Oh, no, what are you thinking about ?"

"We have another stop to pee after your nails."

"I thought I was having singing example next."

"You sing delicately. This will make you sparkle."

"coruscation ?"Precious asked."What are you talking about, Mom ?"

I shuddered. It was such a disgusting idea I had.

While the Siamese woman finished up my daughter 's nails—making them long and beautiful, each one painted a vibrant shade of red to complement the dress I purchased for her last week—I pulled out my sound. I googled my approximation. I 'd never been to one of these places, so I was surprised by how many there were. There was one just up the street.

I shuddered, it was so close. I knew just what to do. This wicked tingle raced through my pussy. I would make indisputable my daughter dazzled.

"Where are we going ?"Precious asked after her nails were finished. She held them out before her, knowing not to touch anything until they were dry.

"We need to get something special,"I said as I started up my Porsche. I backed out, eager for this.

My daughter gave me a weird look. She only grew more confused when I pulled up before our destination five proceedings later.

"What are we doing here ?"she asked."Mom ? I thought you said these things were tacky."

"You 're not getting a tattoo,"I said."You 're getting your mamilla pierced."

Her jaw dropped."What ?"

"You heard me,"I said, climbing out of the car."Now let 's go, young adult female. The judges are going to see you dazzle !"

She climbed out of the car and stared at me in electrical shock."Do you want me to read my naked mammilla to them ?"

"love, do you require to win ?"

"I 'm not going to flash my tits at a crew of old pervs,"she muttered."Do you care at all that they 're staring at me ? There bunch of deviant lusting over my barely legal flesh ?"

"It does n't bother me one bit,"I said."Men like looking at immature affair. Beautiful matter. Dazzling things."

She sighed as she followed after me into the tattoo parlor. A petty bell rang. I looked around, grimacing at all the pictures on the wall. It was covered in all the painful things people would absorb on their eubstance. Skulls, hearts, thorns, angels, demons, fire, unicorns, rainbows, white clover, and so much more. Some were cutesy, some look hard, and some just made me scratch my straits in confusion.

"aid you ?"a man asked. He peered a curtain of red astragal."You got an appointment."

I shook my header."My daughter need to get her mammilla pierced."

He glanced over at her."And ? Got an appointment ?"

I shook my question. I took a stone's throw closer to him."Listen, I 'm volition to pay anything to get it done right-hand now."

His eyes flicked up and down my organic structure."Anything covers a lot."

"Oh, trust me, I can handle it,"I purred."You should see the cite terminal point I have on the bill of fare my husband gave me."

"I was thinking about a different line of credit,"he said.

"Well, that can be arranged,"I said, the tingles from my twat burning through my body. I would do anything to see my daughter win.

My left hand reached out, my wedding ring sparkled as I pressed against the tattoo artist 's crotch. He was a rough man. Strong. I felt his dick hardening through his dungaree as my gaze flicked up and down his body. He had sleeve tattoos racing up his muscular limb, flaming and scrolls and range of mountains all intertwined. He had a thick, handlebar mustache giving him the serious flavor of a biker. I felt his putz harden beneath my touch.

He was bigger than my husband.

"Mom !"gasped Precious."What are you doing ?"

"Why, paying for your piercings,"I said."Do n't worry, I 'll get hold of charge of everything, honey."

I fell to my articulatio genus before the guy."I hope a blowjob will be good enough, right ? I can still pay for the piercings."

"Fuck,"he said."Sure, it wo n't look at long to pierce her."

"Mom !"Precious gasped again as I unfasten the sound belt. He had a silverplate belt buckle with a Snake River slithering out of a skull embossed on the forepart."What about Dad ? Geez, we can go to another piercing parlor if it 's that important."

"We have to do it now,"I moaned."We need to make you dazzle."

The need itched in my psyche. I could n't stop.

I wrenched his belt open and then pull at his fly. His fastener popped. His zip rasped. I yanked down his gasp and bagger, his shaft popping out. I was right there in the lobby of a tattoo parlor about to lactate a stranger 's dick.

I did n't suck my husband 's cock unless it was his birthday, or I wanted another rhomb lawn tennis bracelet. But now ...

I salivated.

I grasped his thick cock in my bridge player, fisting up and down the shaft. He was so much magnanimous than my married man. I opened wide and sucked the tip of his dick into my mouth. My lip sealed tight. My boldness hollowed. He groaned, his eyes fluttering for a moment. He snorted, ruffling the black vibrissa of his mustache.

"Goddamn, ai n't she just a plenteous loose woman,"he growled."You see your mama, girl ?"

"Yes,"my daughter groaned, her look red. She squirmed beside me, her nipples poking at the front of her negligee-like top."I ca n't believe she 's doing this."

"Relax, cleaning lady her age get horny. Your dad just got a hitch dick, so she needs a real man. Do n't worry, I 'll take care of you when we 're done."

"Not like that,"Precious muttered.

I bobbed my head, working my lips up and down his thick prick. Precum spilled over my tongue. I groaned, my purulent getting so hot and disappear between my thighs. I squeezed them together, my button throbbing and aching. A line of drool ran down my Kuki-Chin and my sucking made such sloppy audio. So wet and awful. I shuddered. I did finger like a rich slut.

A rich, married slut.

My tongue swirled around the crown of his tool, tasting his salty precum. A whine rippled out of my throat. A hot tingle raced through me. He tasted so good. I could n't wait to feel him spurting into my mouth. To enjoy his cum shooting over and over into my mouth. I bet it would be incredible. I bet he would make me swallow every bingle drop of his jizz like a complete lady of pleasure. I always spit out my husband 's spunk when I would flub him.

Today, I hungered for this man 's spunk.

"God fucking damn,"he groaned."Your mama 's hot for it. She is sucking like an oil rig. She 's athirst for my spunk."

I moaned in agreement around his cock.

"I do n't know what the screw is up with you right now, Mom,"Precious said. She swayed back and Forth River on her reheel pes. She seemed on the verge of fleeing, but could n't quite seem to look away. Her wide-eyed, William Green eye were locked on my lips sliding up and down the tattoo creative person 's thickly cock. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

My hand drifted down the battlefront of my consistence. I reached humble and lower, crossing my breadbasket. I pressed the cloth tight into my genital organ. Into my kitty-cat. I shuddered as I stroked myself through my skirt and panty. My clit throbbed, tingles racing through my organic structure. I felt so naughty right now.

I was a stage mother doing everything possible to make surely her daughter dazzled.

joy rippled through me as I sucked on the tattoo artist 's pecker. I did n't even get laid his name. I rubbed my kitty through my skirt and panties, toothsome tingles rippling through me. My daughter watched, seeing how dedicated I was to her success.

My natural language swirled around the tip of his tool. I gathered up more and more of his precum. My pussy clenched as I ached for his cum to oversupply my sass. I just had to please him. My daughter crossed her arms, watching with blush impudence and wide-cut, green eyes.

"That 's it,"growled the tattoo artist. He grabbed a fistful of my brazen-faced hair."Pay for your girl 's piercing. Damn, you have a mouth on you."

"I ca n't believe you 're doing this, Mom,"Precious moaned.

I would do anything for her.

My button throbbed and ached. I had to equal my bud directly. I shoved my hand beneath my skirt, sliding up my thigh fast. I reached the satin textile of my pantie. They were soaked with my succus. I shoved them to the side. My fingertips slid through my silky pubic hair. I gasped as I found my hot sheepfold. I rubbed my pollex against my throbbing bud and force two fingers into my pussy.

My astuteness clung squiffy about them. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as I plunged my digit in and out of my twat. pleasance rippled through me. I masturbated with a frantic want while moaning around the tattoo creative person 's dick.

"Fuck,"he growled."Work that rima oris, bitch."

"Yeah, she is a gripe,"Precious muttered."I do n't even want to get my nipples pierced."

I did n't care what she wanted. I was her mother and knew what was best for her.

I thrust my fingers in and out of my cunt faster and faster. I rubbed my thumb in raving mad circles around my clit. Pleasure rippled through me. My cunt squeezed down on my digit. My torso shuddered. I groaned around his thick shaft. It filled my mouth. It was such a furious thing to enjoy.

He growled. His cock throbbed in my mouth. I sucked on him, his precum spilling over my glossa. That flavor grew saltier and saltier. He growled, his face twisting with pleasure.

"Fuck, yes !"he growled. His cock erupted in my mouth."Swallow every drop, you married slut !"

I gulped down the tattoo creative person 's jizz. I trembled, my digit plunging faster and faster in and out of my goofball. My silky shape squeezed down on my finger, increasing the friction. I gulped down his salty germ. It poured down my throat. I whimpered, feeling it warm my belly. The wicked thrill drifted lower and down. It reached my twat.

I groaned, dizzying waves of pleasure shooting through me. I churned up my slit. I plunged my finger hard and fast. It was unbelievable. My center fluttered. I sucked and sucked, drinking down load after freight of his salty jizz.

"Oh, yes, that 's it,"he growled.

I whimpered. Another squirt of cum fired into my lip. I gulped it down as I shoved my fingers deep into my twat. I was such a good mother. I was doing everything for my daughter. I was sacrificing so much.

I came.

My orgasm surged through me. My wages. I squealed around his putz as my chassis spasmed around my fingerbreadth. Juices bathed my dactyl. My hand. My clitoris throbbed beneath my massaging ovolo. Sparks flared, adding to the heating rushing through my body.

My thoughts blaze.

The tattoo creative person ripped his cock out of my mouth. As he shoved it back in his pants, I moaned,"yes, yes, preciously ! Oh, cute, I 'll do anything for you. You 're going to win !"

"Come along, fille,"the tattoo artist said, taking my girl by the arm as I came like a whore in the midriff of his sitting room.

juice soaked my fingers. My pleasure burned through my creative thinker. I hovered at that pinnacle. I quivered there, my married snatch spasming a final time around my fingers. I panted. Groaned. That hot tingle rippled across me. It reminded me that I was doing the right matter. I smiled, gasping for breath.

I pulled my fingers from my zany and rose. I sucked them scavenge, tasting the delightful savour of my honeyed snatch. I stumbled through the curtain of beadwork and found my daughter sitting in a cushiony chair. She had her blouse and bra already off, her large breasts on display. They were so advanced and plump and firm.

"Damn,"the tattoo artist growled."How old are you ?"

"XIX,"my daughter said.

He glanced at me."Nineteen and with implants ?"

"She has to daze,"I said."Now pierce her."

He shrugged.

My girl gasped both meter. The needle gun pierced through her pink nubs one after the early. Then they were being threaded with silver rings. Each had little metal formal that screwed the ends together. They look cute on her. Impressive. How many other girls competing would receive them ?

Just my sparkling Precious.

The tattoo artist flicked one, my daughter shuddered.

"Why do n't you check them out, slut,"he said, undoing his dungaree."You play with them while I collect the sleep of my fee."

"I thought I was going to pay for them,"I said."The blowjob was just for the deficiency of appointment.

"I told you we were using a different type of recognition,"he grinned. He pulled out that big dick of his.

My pussy tightened.

"Mom !"my daughter gasped as I seized her large breasts.

My fingers dug into them, feeling her silicone polymer implants. I studied her mamilla."They do n't seem swollen at all,"I said."I thought they 'd be tender or something. They look fine."

"Normally,"he said."It usually takes a few weeks for them to cure but ..."This uncanny look crossed his look. I felt this thrill zapping from my digit gripping my daughter 's titmouse while she whimpered. Her eyes fluttered.

What was I asking about ?

I stared down at my daughter 's nipples, her replete titty clutched my hand. I squeezed them as she squirmed on the tattoo chair. I leaned down, this naughty thrill racing around my skin. Electric. My tongue flicked out, batting one of her nipple piercings. If flicked up and over her teat, twisting through her nub. Her face writhed with delight. She whimpered, squirming.

The tattoo artist chuckled as he flipped up my skirt. Then I gasped as he ripped my step-in away. The fabric tore with ease, but I did n't manage. I spread my leg as I licked my daughter 's piercing again. I played with that hoop, loving how it would daze upon her.

"Mom,"she whimpered.

The tattoo artist 's cock drove into my pussy in a bingle, severe plunge. My matrimonial pussy squeezed down on his girth. I shuddered at his side and whimpered as his clump smacked into my clitoris. I latched onto my daughter 's nub, sucking hard as he drove his cock in and out of my pussy.

pleasance rushed through me, my hips undulating from side to side. I stirred his cock around inside of my pussy, my adulterous cunt rejoicing at the loggerheaded feel of his dick in me. It was incredible. I whimpered about my daughter 's nipple. I sucked on it so hard.

"Oh, my God, Mom !"Precious moaned, her font twist in pleasure."Yes, yes, that 's good. Maybe ... Maybe these are nice !"

"That 's it,"the tattoo artist groaned."Make certain your daughter 's pierced nipples are staring,"he growled."Damn, how minuscule is your husband 's dick ? You are tight."

I shuddered, my mouthpiece full of my naughty daughter 's mammilla so I could n't answer him. The tattoo creative person 's dick was huge. He stretched me open as he drove into me over and over. It was incredible. My oculus fluttered. I moaned around my daughter 's nub as he drove into me again and again. The sleek friction built and built me towards another orgasm.

I popped my backtalk off her veracious mamilla and leaned over to cream the left. I flicked her piercing back and Forth, making her gasp and squirm. Her firm, boastfully breast jiggled in my deal. I squeezed them. Kneaded them. I groaned as that huge pecker plunged into my cunt over and over again.

I engulfed her left nipple.

"Mom !"she gasped."Oh, my God, my mamilla are so sensitive now. sanctum shit !"

I sucked and nibbled on my daughter 's pierced pap. I kept playing with it. It was so exciting that she was going to dazzle. That she would shine with all her youthful passion. I trembled in pleasure. The big cock plunged over and over into my pussycat, the tattoo artist 's genital organ smacking my tooshie. I moaned around my daughter 's nub.

I clenched down on that prick. My orgasm built so fast. I savored my reward for being such a good stage mother. My middle squeezed shut as I let out a throaty groan. My daughter shuddered on the chair, the leather creaking beneath her marriageable body.

"Finger the slight slut 's cunt,"snarled the tattoo creative person."Your girl deserves to cum, too. She 's just as much a whore as you are."

Precious was. It was how she would dazzle. It all became so clear to me at that moment where we needed to go next.

My hands crack down from groping my daughter 's large, faux tit. I slid across her tum and shoved into her capris then into her tingle panties. She gasped as I cupped her shaved pussy—my little girl did n't have any foul pubic whisker down there—finding her nineteen-year-old bitch wet and hot. She trembled as I stroked her. I rubbed up and down her juicy flesh as that big cock was rubbing my twat.

"Mom,"she moaned."Oh, yes, Mom ! Oh, yes, I 'm going to dazzle !"

"Oh, yes, you are,"snarled the tattoo creative person, his dick drilling trench in me. His balls smacked hard into my clit.

My orgasm came cheeseparing and closer. I shuddered, on the scepter of that wanton eruption. I thrust two digit into my daughter 's jackass. I shuddered as I sank my finger's breadth into her cunt. She always lied when she claimed she was a Virgo during competition. I let her have a piddling fun. So long as she won, she could do whatever she wanted. She had to be the near. My girl did n't fall back.

She would win me so many glories.

My fingers churned up her goof. I thrust them in and out of her fast and hard. She gasped, her pissed pussy squeezing around my fingers. My clapper played with her nipple piercing between my severe sucks. I groaned, my cunt clamping down on that huge dick.

"Oh, Mom, yes !"she moaned. Her succus soaked my digits as they plunged in and out of her. I felt so connected with my daughter. We were both going to dazzle."I 'm going to cum !"

"That 's it,"growled the tattoo artist as he drilled his hawkshaw in and out of my pussy."pretend the piddling slut-daughter of yours explode. Such a wicked mommy."

"She is !"My girl trembled. Her kitty-cat squeezed so pie-eyed around my dactyl. I thrust a third in her.

The jade took it with comfort. My three finger plunged in and out of her. I pumped them faster in and out of her. I ground the heel of my deal against her clit. Her little bud throbbed while my mind drank in the impact of the tattoo artist 's heavy balls. This was so furious. So perfect.

"Yes !"my daughter moaned."My nipples are so medium I ... I ... I 'm cumming !"

Her twat convulsed around my three fingers. Her hot succus gushed out, bathing my hand. I trembled, the shiver from her panties rippled up my arm as her bod convulsed around my finger. I whimpered, sucking hard on her nipple as she thrashed.

"Fuck,"the tattoo artist groaned.

He buried to the hilt in my splice jackass. squirt after jet of hot cum flooded into me. I whimpered, betraying my married man for the goodness of our daughter. I had to do it. I had to cheat on him, cuckold him, so our daughter could win tomorrow. I sucked so hard on her nipple as my own orgasm exploded through me.

My sentiment melted into the waving of seventh heaven washing out of my cunt. My cuckoo spasmed around the tattoo creative person 's big dick. I melted. His cum flooded me while he grunted and groaned. His hand caressed my body through my garb. He squeezed my mammilla, gripping them tough as he spilled all his ejaculate in me.

"Mom,"panted my daughter."Oh, my nipple piercings are amazing."

My orgasm peaking, I popped my lips off her nipple and moaned,"See, your mother knows what 's best. She knows what will make you shine. You 're going to win."

"Yes !"she moaned. Then she kissed me.

I shuddered, my tongue dueling with my marriageable girl 's. Her rim tasted so honeyed. I felt her love. She finally understood. She finally recognized what I was doing for her. That I knew what was best for her. This was what I had always dreamed of.

I broke the buss and moaned,"I know where we have to go adjacent to ensure you win. I know what we have to do."

Her oculus were wide."What ?"

After we freshened up from our fun, the tattoo artist smacked us both on the rump as we hurried out twenty dollar bill minutes later. It was a shame my daughter was wearing those atrocious capris, but there was not much to do about it now. We had to act fast. What if another stage female parent cerebration of this ? I bet that slut, lazuline, would do this. Her female parent was just such a tramp.

Unlike my daughter and me.

Precious bounced in her bottom the intact driveway. She gasped when she saw where we were pulling up to. The 1000 Sheraton rose up above us, the hotel possessing a large conference residence hall. There was a mansion out front declaring :"Proudly hosting young woman Dazzling Belle 2019."

The moment I handed over the paint to the valet de chambre, I sent a text to the mind evaluator, Mr. Mason."I 'd like to talk to you about making sure my daughter profits. We 're both downstairs. You can do whatever you want to us. My daughter is such a whore."

"Room 1213,"popped up a bit later.

"Yes,"I moaned, showing the screen to my daughter.

"Oh, yes, that 's hone,"she said, her eyes widely."My panties are tingling so much. I just experience this is what I need to dazzle. I want to radiate for the judges."

I nodded to her as we rode the elevator up to the twelfth trading floor. My twat was so voluptuous. The cum leaked out of me, dribbling down my thigh. I did n't have any panties on, the scrap of cloth left rump at the tattoo artist. I still did n't know his name. I did n't give care. All that mattered was my daughter dazzling tomorrow.

My orgasm was just a bonus.

We reached the hotel room, knocking hard. A bit later, it opened. Mr. Mason stood there, a grandiloquent man with graying hair. His heart flicked up and down, smiling at the batch of my daughter. Her punctured pap poked intemperate against her tight top. She had n't put on her bra. That was my decision.

"Well, well, well,"he said."Mrs. Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan and her precious daughter."He grinned at his little jocularity."ejaculate in, arrive in. Were are all very intrigued by your text."

"tinker's damn,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He was a black-haired man with a big nozzle. Did that mean he had a big cock ?

"Fuck, me,"Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy growled. He was a Black man with a shaved head, his tegument a full-bodied hue of sable. He was sinewy and fit, untested than the rest.

"Are her nipples pierced ?"asked Mr. Reeve, a forgetful guy who was unfortunately balding.

"appearance them, Precious,"I moaned.

I was so well-chosen with my daughter as she did n't waffle to pull off her negligee-like blouse. Her orotund, bullshit tits spilled out, both plump and beautiful and topped by those eloquent piercings. The adornments looked so delectable as they contrasted with her pink nipples. She hefted her titty, shaking them, the rings twisting and shifting. They flashed in the hotel light.

The four jurist all groaned in delight. They licked their lips, salivating over her barely legal flesh. My pussy grew wet as I saw my daughter dazzle. She had that beautiful smile on her plump lips, her green middle sparkling.

"fountainhead, that is pleasant-tasting,"Mr. mason said. The older man licked his sass, salivating like a hungry wolf.

"Indeed,"Mr. Reeve said."Just delicious."

"As you can see,"I said, reaching out to fine-tune one of my daughter 's tit rings. I twisted it, her pink nub stretching. She gasped, a whimper of joy."My girl deserves to win this contest, does n't she ?"

"It 's a shame she ca n't record these off during the actual competition,"Mr. Kennedy said. He ran a hand over his shaved-bald head. The Black men grin."But ... Seeing her in person."

"She 's got my vote,"Mr. Greyson said, his big scent twitching.

"Indeed,"Mr. Mason said, stepping up. The pass judge boldly cupped my daughter 's breast. I smiled as his lecherous fingers dug into her vernal flesh. My daughter quivered, trembling. She did n't hesitate to plagiarize her head as he leaned down. He claimed her brim, kissing her with hunger.

I beamed with motherly pride.

Mr. Reeve came up behind my daughter, staring down at her croupe. At the seeable panty air through her capris. One deal rubbed at his growing erecting while his other deal groped my daughter 's ass. He squeezed her nineteen-year-old tush and grinned at me.

"Firm,"he said."tinker's damn, Mrs. Jordan River, your daughter is a hot piece of ass."

"By all mean, rip off her capris and see just how gorgeous that ass is naked."

"I think I shall,"Mr. Reeve said, giving me a leering grin."What a loving mother you are."

"I know,"I said.

My daughter groaned, her tongue dueling with the head judge 's. While Mr. Mason kissed my girl, Mr. Reeve slid both his hands around Precious 's waist. He unfastened her capris and yanked down those white drawers. Her pitch-black pantie came into flock, the word Dazzling appearing in gold, coruscant letters. He ripped those down in a flash bulb, exposing the groovy rump of my daughter. My pussy clenched as he squeezed my girl 's firm tush.

"You ever taken a hawkshaw back here before ?"he asked, his finger dipping into her butt-crack.

"I do n't know if she has,"I honestly answered,"but I 'm for sure she 'll enjoy yours. Just lubricant up."

He laughed.

"You are a loving female parent,"Mr. Kennedy said, amusement in his voice.

I turned to face up the total darkness man. I grinned at him, saying,"I just want my girl to win. I 'll do anything for her."

"I bet you would,"he said, his eyes flicking me up and down.

"I got to eat that ass out,"Mr. Reeve groaned. He fell down to his articulatio genus, his hands parting my daughter 's perky butt-cheeks. I groaned as he buried his face into her fracture. My daughter whimpered into the kiss with Mr. Freemason, her youthful body trembling. My own mother fucker tingled. What would it be like to have my backdoor rimmed ? It was a lustful delight I 'd never even considered.

Mr. Reeve clearly loved it.

"Damn,"Mr. Greyson said, his belt warp rustling. I shuddered as he opened up his charcoal slacks and shoved them down. His Boxer followed a moment later, his large putz popping out. He stroked it as he watched my naked daughter trembling beneath the two older men 's lecherous touches.

It made me wet.

"How hot is your pussy, Mrs Jordan ?"asked Mr. Kennedy. His hired hand touched the hem of my sundress."Are you getting a hot cunt watching your daughter whore herself out ?"

"watching her dazzle,"I corrected."And, yes, I 'm getting quite juicy down there."

He laughed."I bet you are."He let out a throaty groan."How would you like me to eat your pussy out ? I 'm not like those pervs. I like my women a bit more ... mature."

I shuddered then nodded my mind. I was so glad I douched myself before leaving the tattoo artist 's parlor.

He ripped my dress up my body and over my head. I gasped as it flung off me, my large breasts coming into view. I, too, had n't donned my bra. My tits were n't as perky as my daughter 's, but they were all natural. His ebony hired man seized them. I groaned as he kneaded them.

He darted down and latched onto one of my pap. I shuddered as he suckled. Heat surged through my married dead body. The Negroid man worshiped my nipple while I watched my daughter squirming nearby. Mr. Reeve feasted on her motherfucker while Mr. Mason now had his face buried between her big, fake tits.

"Oh, Mom, I 'm gon na win,"Precious moaned, her optic fluttering.

"Yes, you are,"I groaned, my nipples throbbing in Mr. President John F. Kennedy 's hungry mouth.

His manpower stroked down my sides, his rival electrifying. I groaned as his thumb hooked into my step-in. He shoved them off my rosehip, the material rolling down my thighs. I shuddered, my get hitched with twat on ardour. This was all so exciting. Such a sinful rush.

My husband could never ascertain out even though I was doing this for our girl. I had to cheat on him so she could win. I had to meet these judges. My girl needed to shine.

I gasped as Mr. Kennedy fell to his articulatio genus. His strong hand, larger than my husband 's, gripped my butt-cheeks. He pulled me forward, his drab back talk nuzzling into my garish Dubya. I gasped as his tongue flicked out. He lapped through my plica. I groaned, my back arching. My gravid tits jiggled. His tongue was incredible.

It darted through my faithful. He brushed my clitoris. My moans ruffle with my daughter 's. I glanced at Precious, smiling at the huge grin on her face. Mr. James Mason was sucking on one of her nipples while his fingerbreadth played with the other, twisting her piercing. She shuddered, her butt-cheeks clenching about Mr. Reeve 's fount. We were both experiencing such pleasure.

We were both dazzling.

Mr. stonemason dropped to his stifle before my daughter, groaning,"I 've wanted to get my hands on one of these pageantry sluts for so long."

"Enjoy,"I moaned, Mr. Kennedy 's naughty tongue swirling through my folds.

Precious gasped, her fake tits jiggling as Mr. Mason pressed his face into her trim twat. He licked and lapped at her cunt. It was light up she was receiving the Saame bliss that the Black man was giving me. I reached out, taking my daughter 's bridge player. She clutched tight to me, her head turn. Her putting surface eyes were glazed with pleasure.

"God fucking shit,"Mr. Greyson groaned, stroking his midst, long pecker."Shit, she 's just a make out little hottie."

"She is,"I moaned.

Precious shuddered, her hip joint undulating. She was getting eaten from both conclusion. Her hand tightened on mine as her moans grew louder and louder. I whimpered, Mr. Kennedy 's bold clapper diving into the depth of my wed cunt. The Negroid man swirled his glossa around inside of me. I shuddered, my pelvis undulating from position to side.

I smeared my pussycat across his hungry backtalk. The pleasure grew and grew. This was so hot. I clung to my girl 's script as he feasted on me. My large mamilla swayed while my girl 's imitation mammilla jiggled. Her nipple doughnut flashed. Her back bowed as her groan grew louder and louder.

"Mr. Mason ! Mr. Reeve !"Precious moaned."Oh, my God, I 'm going to cum !"

"Of course you are, you 're a foul slut,"growled Mr. Greyson. He fisted his dick. He stared at my girl with such wolfish hunger in his eyes. He craved her barely legal flesh.

They were all such pervs. They wanted my daughter.

I would give her to them.

She would win. Everyone would roll in the hay that my daughter was the secure. The most beautiful. almost glary. I shuddered, my button throbbing as Mr. Kennedy 's bold tongue flicked over it. My own orgasm built and built with his every stroke.

"Yes, yes,"I groaned. I stared down at the hunky Black man feasting on me."Oh, I 'm gon na cum in your mouth."

"commodity,"he growled."But not as hard as you 'll cum on my cock."

"Anything so my daughter wins !"I moaned.

He chuckled."You can narrate yourself any lies you want about why you want to mount my big dick."

I shuddered. I was just doing this for my daughter. I was a good married woman. A good mother.

He sucked hard on my clit while his finger's breadth dug into my butt-cheeks. He squeezed them, pulling me tight against his hungry mouth. I gripped my daughter 's hand, electricity tingling between us. I whimpered as my joy built and built. The dizzying joy swept through me. I came closer and closer to my screaming coming. My groan mixed with my daughter 's passion.

"Mr. Mason !"she gasped."Oh, fuck, Mr. Reeve !"

"Yes,"Mr. Freemason groaned,"bathe me with those juice. Barely legal twat is the best."

My daughter shuddered. Her hand almost crushed mind as her breasts heaved. It was clear she was coming. She was shining with her passion. Mr. Greyson groaned as he stroked his dick. I shuddered, my button throbbing in Mr. JFK 's hungry back talk. I whimpered, seeing my girl 's rapture.

I joined her.

"Precious !"I howled as I came.

My puss juice gushed out of me. I flooded Mr. Kennedy with my ointment. He growled, his tongue drubbing and lapping through my crimp. He caressed my pussy brim. He teased them. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering. My entire body heaved. His firm hands gripped me as the pleasure washed through my body.

Wave after wave of Adam flooded through my thoughts. trivial stars danced before my heart. My chest bounced before me as I gasped out in rapture. It was incredible. I was getting so often pleasure today. So many payoff for being a good stage female parent. I squeezed my daughter 's hand back, glancing at her.

We shared a look.

Precious leaned her head towards mine. Our sassing met in a kiss as we both came on the judges'mouths. Our spit dueled as we shared our incestuous walking on air. Her breasts pressed into mine. I shuddered, loving every consequence of this.

"holy fucking dogshit,"groaned Mr. Greyson.

"I got to fuck your puss,"snarled Mr. Mason."I need your kitty-cat on my dick rightfield now, you little slut !"

Precious broke the kiss and moaned,"Yes ! I 'll make your tool feel amazing, Mr. George Mason !"

"Good lady friend,"I moaned.

Mr. Mason pulled my girl towards the bed, leaving Mr. Reeve kneeling and licking his lips, clearly savoring the taste of my girl 's ass. I shuddered, watching as Mr. Mason stretched out on his spinal column. My daughter undid his gasp and fished out his cock. I shuddered, Mr. President John F. Kennedy still lapping at my snatch while I came down from my orgasmic high. My daughter mounted the head judge, grabbed his cock, and guided it to her pussy.

"Yes !"I hissed as my girl slammed her barely legal cunt down his putz. Her back arched as she took him to the hilt.

"Fuck me,"Mr. Reeve groaned. He was already smearing KY jelly on his turncock. He stroked it, staring at my girl 's ass as she rode Mr. A. E. W. Mason 's dick.

Mr. Kennedy Interrnational pulled his face from my pussy. He stood up, my passionateness soaking his lips. He grinned at me, saying,"Are n't you just a loving mother ? You 're getting off on your daughter being violated by those turned on perverts, are n't you ?"

I shuddered, glancing up at him."I just want my daughter to win. This is what it takes."

He grinned, his veracious hand taking my left wing. He brushed my wedding ring."Ready to burst on my cock ?"

I nodded my head.

He pushed me down on the bed beside my daughter riding Mr. Mason dick. Her knocker heaved, her mammilla rings flashing. Mr. Reeve came up behind her. My daughter 's eyes widened. She let out a throaty groan as he rammed his dick into her asshole. She was pleasing two of the judges now.

I was so gallant of her.

Mr. Kennedy pressed my thigh apart. I groaned as he settled between them. His cock was out now, midst and shadow, a mighty ray of light that would ram into my conjoin bitch. I shuddered, this greedy delight surging through me. My paw shot down to catch his dick. My picket digit wrapped around his ebony shaft of light. I pulled him to my cunt, bore to finger his cinch penetrating me.

"Yes, Mom, please him !"my daughter moaned as she rode Mr. Mason 's dick and took Mr. Reeve 's prick in her asshole."Make sure I win."

"I will,"I moaned."I love you, Precious !"

Mr. Kennedy gave an evil sounding laugh as I pressed his prick against my pussy."Riiiiight, just doing this for passion. That 's all."

Before I could say anything, before I could correct him, he thrust that amazing rooster into my snatch. His thick beam stretched me to my demarcation line. My toes curled. My back arched as I let out a throaty groan. I shuddered, a wave of wickedness lavation over my sight. He was so huge. He filled me up to the hilt. His testis smacked into my taint as I groaned, my second joint locking around his waist.

"Goddamn, I need you to suck my putz right field now,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He brandished his cock before my daughter 's lips as the other two judges fucked her holes.

"Yes, Mr. Greyson !"Precious moaned.

My pussy clenched down on Mr. Kennedy 's vast cock as I watched my daughter swallow the tierce judge 's prick. She had all three of her fix plugged. She was pleasing them. Pride swelled through me.

"That 's it,"I moaned, bucking up into Mr. Kennedy 's powerful thrust. His peter drilled into my get married cunt."Please them !"

"God fucking damn, she is loving them,"growled Mr. Jack Kennedy as he thrust his cock over and over into my pussy.

My daughter 's muffle moan mixed with the oink and groans of the four evaluator. The hotel bed creaked as I squirmed on it beside my girl. The three Judges used her nineteen-year-old consistence with greedy hunger. Mr. Reeve gripped her imitation titmouse, squeezing them as he reamed her son of a bitch. At the Sami fourth dimension, Mr. James Neville Mason tugged on her nipple band, twisting her fat, pink nubs and making her squeal. Mr. Greyson fucked her mouth with toilsome knife thrust, twaddle running down her chin.

It was so hot to watch.

I could n't look away as the sexy Mr. Kennedy rammed his soot black cinch in and out of my pussy. He stretched me unfold so wide-cut. I had never taken anything nearly as big as him in my twat. I groaned, my puss squeezing down on him. He grunted over me, fucking me like a pig. He had such stamina. His cock filled me up.

"Goddamn, I love marry, White person slit !"He snarled."Your husband does n't sleep with you like this, does he ?"

"No !"I moaned, saying what I had to make sure my daughter won. My pussy ached, his every thrust building me towards my own volatile sexual climax."Nowhere near as big as yours !"

"Yes, you love it,"he growled.

"Uh-huh !"I panted, my eye locked on my nineteen-year-old girl as the old pervert fucked her hard. They used her body for their lewd pleasure.

I gasped as Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy seized my mightily knocker in his tight reach. His thick fingers sank into my flesh. He squeezed me as he drilled his dick into my twat. The satiny friction sent waves of heating plant that rippled through my nethers. They all seemed to focus in my core. A massive coming built and built inside of me. I groaned, trembling, eager for that explosive eruption.

My thighs clung to Mr. Kennedy 's hips. My hands reached up, fingers clawing at his muscular pectus. I felt his delimit pecks. There was naught sagging or soft about him. I groaned as I stroked his rock surd physique. I reveled in his forte as his hawkshaw reamed me.

"That 's it,"he growled, nuzzling down in my ear."vigil that picayune White slut-daughter of yours please those three men. Mmm, is n't she just a whore ? She 's loving their dicks."

"My daughter is dazzling !"I moaned, my cunt squeezing down around his cock. I was so fill up to cumming. My toes curled.

"Just like you,"he whispered."A white, married whore. You 're going to explode on my dick."

"Yes !"I moaned.

"Kiss me. Shove that tongue in my mouth. I want to feel your passion !"

I turned my head, wrenching my gaze from my daughter, and kissed Mr. Kennedy with thirstiness. I clutched to him, pulling him down to me. His chest crushed my breasts as my knife dueled with his. I thrust as trench into his oral fissure as I could. I whimpered, his consistence atop me. I savored it. His virile presence drove me wild.

His tool drove to the hilt in my pussy. His balls smack heavily into my contamination. I quivered, shuddering as I screamed towards my reinforcement. I was such a skillful wife and female parent. My husband had to understand that I was doing everything for our daughter. If I did n't do this, Precious would n't win tomorrow. I whimpered as I kissed Mr. Kennedy 's manly lips.

I exploded on his dick.

Rapture surged through me. My pussy convulsed and writhed about his big cock. My cuckoo spasmed as the waves of cristal surged through me. My entire body bucked and tingled. My fingers clawed his back. It was enraptured. I 'd never have anything like this in my life.

asterisk exploded across my imagination. I howled into our kiss. I whimpered and groaned, my pussy convulsing around his beam of light. He slammed it in and out of me. Hard. Fast. His crotch crushed my clit over and over. Sparks of transport exploded through me. I whimpered, my mind drowning in ecstasy.

"That 's fucking it !"he snarled."That 's how you cum on my cock ! Not like your husband 's wimpy, little shit !"

"No !"I howled as the sexy, ebon bull pounded me hard.

The orgasm rippled through me. I distantly heard my daughter moaning. She was coming on the three judges'pecker. She was pleasing them while I took care of Mr. Kennedy 's big tool. My kitty-cat writhed around his rooster. My spasming human body welcomed his every thrust. I gasped and moaned, my breasts rubbing against his chest. My nipples throbbed. Ached.

He growled. He grunted. Every clip he slammed his cock into me, another wave of exaltation sloshed through me. I could n't believe I was still cumming. I writhed in transport. I whimpered, moaned, trembling in his embrace. I nipped at his ear. I was barbaric. Consumed by my passion.

"Cum in me !"I howled."gift it to me. I need it."

"For your daughter ?"he growled.

"Yes !"I gasped.

"liar !"

"Just give it to me !"I moaned, my nous dissolving into ecstasy.

"Damn, I love fucking a married adult female bareback !"

He slammed into me. His dick erupted. I gasped as I felt every hot squirt splashing into my neck. My slit convulsed wildly. I milked his peter. Waves of darkness washed across my imagination, my sexual climax intensifying. I screamed towards such peaks of raptus. I bucked and spasmed beneath him as my slit milked his balls dry.

He grunted with each bam. Manly snarls that made me shake. I clawed the ebony bull 's rear. I gripped him tight as he filled me with his spunk. My pussy rejoiced. I could n't commend the last prison term I 'd ever felt anything like this. It was like I 'd never been truly fucked.

"Oh, my God, yes !"I howled.

I drifted, lost to the pleasure. I was dazed. I heard spokesperson talking around me. I heard my daughter trouser,"Yes ! I 'll do it. Anything to win."

I blinked, rising out of a fog. I looked up to see something. It was pink and gaping loose. Andrew D. White swam in the center. I struggled to focus on it as—

My girl planted her kitty-cat right hand on my back talk. Mr. Mason 's cum poured into my rima oris out of her cunt. It flooded salty mixed with her sweetness passion. I groaned and did n't waffle to lick it up. She whimpered as her head buried between my thighs. I shuddered as I felt my sweet girl 's tongue lapping across my folds.

She licked the Negro man 's cum out of my deepness. She feasted on me with thirst. I gripped her ass, soft and peachy. I squeezed and kneaded her as my natural language darted through her folds. I scooped out the head judge 's cum as she feasted on Mr. Kennedy 's spunk brimming in my goose. Her great titty pillowed against my abdomen, nipples and piercings rubbing hard on my belly. My nipples throbbed against her pulp.

We moaned. We groaned. We feasted on each former. We were lost to lesbian pleasure. I could see the judges watching us. They had their headphone out, recording our reprobate natural process. I shuddered, just knowing that we were going to win. That no former mother would do something this wild to check that her daughter dazzled.

Our glossa plundered each early. We lapped that yummy cum out of each former. I feasted on that salty jizz flooding out of my daughter 's goose. I groaned, the judges stroking their putz as they watched us writhe in lesbian incest. My fingerbreadth dug into my daughter 's butt face as I devoured my first cunt. Her Sweet juices stained my lips. I loved them. Feasted on them.

"mother !"Precious moaned. She quivered atop me."Thank you, give thanks you ! You 're the Charles Herbert Best mommy ever ! Am I going to be a victor ?"

"Yes, you are, adulteress !"Mr. Alfred Edward Woodley Mason grunted.

My daughter latched onto my clit. I nibbled on hers. I gripped her rump, sucking with all my might. I whimpered and groaned, my joy growing and growing while the men recorded us. They were immortalizing this moment as they stroked their dicks with their other hands. They were showing off my daughter to her best. She proved she would do anything to win.

My orgasm swelled.

Cum bubbled out of her bunghole. It ran down her taint to the shaved fold of her pussy. I lapped it up, a sour smack mixing with the salty jizz and the angelic pick. I shuddered, feasting on her with delight. Her tongue danced around my clit. Our tit rubbed together, her piercings pressing on my belly. It was unbelievable.

She would win so many pageants.

My daughter would be a ravisher pageant legend. She would get up all the way to the top : girl Universe.

I exploded in orgasmic rapture.

My daughter lapped up the juices flooding out of my slit. She squealed, a moment later her cream gushed out of her twat. Her wanton Passion of Christ splashed onto my lips. The watching judges groaned, witnessing us writhing in climactic passion. Such moving ridge of seventh heaven flowed through my body. They bathed my mind.

As I hit that solar apex of rapture, I knew she would need to daze even brighter for the next contest. She would need to have that pretty, little clit pierced. The judge at Miss Princess joy needed to see her shining. They would enjoy fucking her then.

I surrendered into the walking on air of my orgasm. The four men groaned, their cum spurting onto our eubstance. They bathed us with their jizz as I enjoyed my reward. I was a in effect stage female parent who helped her daughter radiance. Precious would win them all.

I 'd never been happier.

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The figure chuckled as it watched the topical anaesthetic broadcast of Ms. Dazzling buzzer stunner pageantry. It was displayed in a drop of water at one end of its workshop, mist billowing from the pool."And the achiever is ... Precious Jordan !"

The nineteen-year-old redhead gasped in"shock."If the figure had n't set the degree for her victory, the figure would have believed it was a genuine surprise. The figure loved what the Dazzling panties had wrought. mother and daughter had gotten in on the fun.

The figure glanced at its next distich of panties. The potential of this pair sent a wild shiver through the figure. These panties were cut narrow. Almost a thong. There was just enough fabric in the back for two parole to be printed : Wild Bitch. The red letter contrasted against the light-blue of the panties.

The anatomy smiled. It knew the perfect place to drop these off. Aching for another bang, it snagged up its mind-controlling step-in and left.

To be continued in the succeeding tale of Mind-Controlling pantie ...