Mind-Control panty

Story IV : Nubile Exhibitionist joy

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

eminence : Thanks to shadowmansc for beta indication this !

The figure rode the moving stairway to the third base of the mall were little, but voguish, clothing store lay. The sort of place that nubile, coed young woman preferred to frequent. Just the sort of place the figure wanted to leave its special panties.

No one noticed as the flesh passed through the protection detectors that flanked the shop 's incoming. Nor did anyone pay attention as the fig moved through the store. Though out of place, the figure was also characterless. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the tatty, tie-dyed step-in in slender fingers, it drew no attention. As the chassis passed the showing of former step-in, a smile cattle farm on its lips. Soon enough, the wild panties would draw in the right girlfriend.

Karen Greene.

With a pic of its wrist, the figure deposited its special instauration, leaving behind the juicy surprisal that would obtain young Karen.

proceedings later, after the name had slipped out of the depot, Karenic entered, her eyes flicking around at the clothes. She often wandered into the shop, staring at the trendy, and even naughty, clothing with invidia. Not that she 'd ever had the courage to weary anything that revealed so a good deal flesh since she was a maid of honor for her full cousin 's wedding ceremony. Despite her flowering body—her breast were round and sylphlike in her champaign bra on beneath her baggy sweater, her legs toned, and her rump bubbly—she did n't have the strength to show off her figure.

A shy girl, she was resigned to not being noticed, just vanishing into the background.

Her greenish eyes flicked over the article of clothing while her black hair swayed about her shoulder joint. She would sigh from time to fourth dimension, spotting a skirt or a blouse or a blotto pair of jeans with a heart sewn on the rearwards sac that she ached to wear. She wished she could muster the braveness. She would immerse while rubbing her sweaty palms on her sweatpants. She ached to understood why she feared to show off her body.

Deep down she knew why. It was the boys. She did n't remember she was gay since she did n't precisely retrieve boys disgusting. She just did n't need to ingest their attention. She 'd never made the connexion to her shyness, but when she was vernal, a boy named Oscar had ripped down her annulus and panties, exposing her on the schoolyard resort area. That embarrassment had stayed with her, the retentivity of all those boys pointing and laughing at her as she struggled to string up her clothing and wrap up her childish body.

A tenner later, the excited scar still held her back.

She sucked in a breath when she saw the step-in. They were so bright, almost glowing. They were a swirl of every hue conceivable, a tie-dyed chef-d'oeuvre that almost mesmerized her. Her quivering hand reached out to fondle the cotton/polyester blend. She stroked the fabric until she came across the word. Each letter of the alphabet was a unlike color. Bright-blue, neon-green, hot-orange, garish purple, sun-yellow, fuchsia, blue green, cerise, and hot pinko. Together they formed the discussion that made her shudder.

Colorful.

chill raced through her as she caressed each letter. The electrical tingle settled through her eubstance, hardening her teat and turning her pussy into thaw wetness. Finally, she 'd found the courage to buy something.

She snatched up the panties and rushed up to the John Cash register. The salesgirl smiled and nodded. It was sort out she approved of Karenic finally buying something. Neither of them noticed that nothing rang up on the cash register when she scanned it nor that Karenic only mimed giving any money. Both, however, seemed to think a effectual dealing had occurred.

The pantie were slipped into a distinct, browned bag with the store 's logo printed on the side in cute purple. With her prize clutched before her, Karen scurried out of the mall.

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Karenic Greene

The next day, I stared at those colorful step-in. I shuddered at finally finding the courage to buy something wicked. Something intimately than the plain, boring panties I always wore. No one would know, of course, but I would at least have made a step to escaping my shyness. I wanted to fit out like the other girls. I did n't want to forever be gossiped about as being the burgeoning old maid. I was 19. I should n't be afraid to demonstrate off a small flesh.

I hoped this would be the start.

Just so long as Oscar or Jermaine or Brian did n't jerk down my skirt.

I shuddered, remembering that embarrassing day a decade ago on the playground of my uncomplicated school. Sometimes, it seemed like those three boy had followed me as I grew up, salivating to see my naughty parts again. Well, I was in college. If they tried anything, they would be in trouble.

Confidence soared through me. I grabbed the almost hypnotic panties, the blend of chromaticity merging from one wild ghost to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the tingle raced up my wooden leg. This electrified bang preceded the cotton wool panties as I pulled them higher and higher up my thigh. I groaned, my plain breasts swaying and jiggling. My tit puckered hard while a fade heat formed deep inside of me.

I felt so naughty as I seated the panties against my black scrub. The cloth gripped my rear, hugging it slopped than any other yoke of underclothing ever had. They rode crushed on my hips than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my bush to peek out of the waistcloth. I shuddered, a naughty ripple rushing through me.

I would be colorful today.

That meant I had to find the perfect turnout. I darted to my closet, my business firm breasts heaving before me. I thrust it open, staring at the solicitation of my article of clothing. I had to have something that held some amount of money of vibrancy. A neural whine groaned from me as I pawed through my cupboard, the wire hangers rasping against the wooden dowel. I slid article after clause of clothing out of the way.

Soon, I was reaching towards the back where habiliment I had n't worn in a few years hung. I gasped as I found a birthday present from my mom when I was sixteen. It was back when she 'd tried to get me to dress a bit more"your age, Karenic,"as she put it. I pulled it out, staring at the pink cloth. It had hardly any arm and it had been low cut when I was two years younger. Then, my bosom were only budding.

Now ...

I pulled it over my head. I gasped as the tight material caressed my skin before sliding over my boob. Over my nipple. I groaned at the fabric rubbing against my nubs, that revolting sensation rushing throughout my organic structure. My eyes fluttered and my slit clenched in abject pleasure. What a marvelous sensation. Almost as shake as masturbation. I felt succus soaking my colorful panties as I pulled the tight, pink blouse down over my stomach. It left a few column inch of skin exposed and my teat clearly stood out.

It was such a bold thing to wear.

I loved it.

"Now to receive the perfect tense skirt,"I said, racking my head for one.

After a moment, an melodic theme struck me. I had a bridal dress that I had to wear for my cousin-german 's wedding party concluding yr. The skirt was so short. I 'd almost conk when I had to wear it. And who had ever heard of a bridal dress that came in two pieces ?

My cousin was weird.

Her marriage dress had shown off so much of her flesh, her boastfully bosom almost spilling out of the top. She was brave. Luckily, I still had my outfit. The skirt was in the garment bag buried in my wardrobe. The jet skirt would face so sexy with its satin shimmer attracting as much attention as my top.

I found the garment bag and unzipped it, unveiling the skimpy outfit held inside. I beamed as I pulled it out, reveling in the way the skirt had this silky spirit to it. It was clearly made of satin, something too fine to normally wear to college. I wanted to be bold. Colorful. I wanted everyone to look at me.

A giddy surge rippled through me, an wire thrill rushing out of my pussy as I stepped into the annulus. The textile rustled as I drew it up my second joint, my boobs jiggling in my loaded top. I groaned as I drew the material over my panties. It was such a shame to enshroud those colorful delights.

Now ready for school, I grabbed my black knapsack. Ugh, it was so dismal. I hated pulling it on. My handbag was n't any better. Why did I choose one in such an ugly tincture of brownness ?

Sighing, I headed downstairs, my skirt swirling about my thighs, my knocker bouncing in my hot-pink top. I hit the hall and rushed down them towards the front doorway. My female parent peeked out of the living room, wrapped up in a purpleness housecoat. She said,"Karen ... My, that 's, um ... an interesting outfit."

"Is n't it ?"I asked, giving my mother a big grin.

"What has gotten into you ?"she asked as I wrenched open the movement door.

"I just want to be boldface. To finally shed my cocoon."

"fountainhead, I 'm happy. I was getting a little worried about you."

I beamed at my female parent as I stepped out the door and slammed it behind me.

My slit tingled with such excitement as I strolled to my college. I did n't rush forward with my shoulders slumped, my arms almost hugging me as if I did n't want the expiration motorcar and bicyclists to detect me. That I did n't want the other footer to recognise I was sharing the sidewalk with them.

Today, I sauntered with my back straight. I was practically thrusting my round, firm titty out before me. They bounced while my satin skirt swirled around my thigh. The super acid cloth had a howling shimmer, almost rippling with varying chromaticity of emerald. My black hair danced about my face, my backpack bouncing and my purse swinging. I had such a expedition to my step.

"Damn, is that you, Karen ?"asked Oscar as he approached from a English street. He was a marvellous guy was light, brown hair's-breadth. I smiled at his hefty flesh, his shoulders unspecific. He was on the football squad, his Kuki chiseled.

"Yep,"loving his attention.

He whistled. A racy tingle ran through me. It was so hot that he noticed how colourful I was today.

I was practically skipping now. I felt Oscar behind me, his eyes tracking the flowing movement of my skirt. My blackamoor fuzz bounced about my shoulder joint, brushing my wan skin and the pink fabric of my blouse. My nipples tingled, naughty shock and zaps shooting down to my pussycat. My poor panty were just so wet.

It made me sense so wicked and naughty.

A part of me just wanted to flip up my dame him how sexy my pantie were. The caprice grew and grew as I approached my college. I strolled up to the front threshold and shuddered as other boy noticed me.

Jermaine 's jaw dropped as I passed him. The tall, disastrous guy rubbed his big, iniquity hands together. The sun glinted off his shape-smooth header."Goddamn."

I beamed.

"Is that Karen Greene ?"Brian asked, a guy with shaggy, blond hair who stood side by side to Jermaine."The fuck happened to her ?"

"I do n't know,"Jermaine said."But I like it."

"Uh-huh,"Oscar grunted as he joined them.

I rushed up the cement steps to the front door, my skirt swirling. This was the metre. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top step, my hands casually grabbed the fabric of my skirt. I gave it a prompt jerk, making the fabric flare up seemingly on its own. For a brief second, my tie-dyed panties flashed for all the world to see, those colourful letters on display. The guys groaned while I smiled in delight.

My doll settled down around me as I vanished inside the doorway. I ached to touch myself.

All the son were staring at me during the day. I loved their tending. But as the classes went by, their face and hungry regard started to dwindle. They still smiled at me, but they were getting used to me. I was colorful, but, honestly, it was only two unlike shades. pinko and green were exciting, but my hair was such a bland black, my purse was brown, and my haversack just felt ugly.

I had to go shopping after course of study were over.

After quickly masturbating my juicy puss to a mind-numbing sexual climax in the young woman'privy, I headed to the mall, back to the store that gave me the courageousness finally dressed boldly. I needed a new bra, new top, new skirts. I needed accessories.

The one affair I did n't need was new panties. I would lap these tonight and make sure they were invigorated and ready for tomorrow.

I swept through the computer memory like a hurricane. I called my mother to let her have it away I was using the credit posting she 'd given me for emergencies. I told her I was buying a new press, and she was thrilled. She told me not to vex about spending too much, but to form myself happy. She was such an awesome mom.

I was so happy that she understood I needed to be colorful.

When I got home with my new supplies, I was so wet. I threw all my new dress on my bed, spilling out all the coloured fabrics across my tack. I rolled around on them nearly naked. I rubbed my pussy to another orgasm as I buried my face into my new neon-green bra. I smelled the fabric while stroking my finger's breadth up and down my panties, pressing the fabric into my Virgo twat.

My juices soaked through my panty. They coated my finger. I screamed out my coming into the bra, cumming in bare s. I was just so excited for tomorrow.

I had hassle sleeping that night. I was just so wind up. I was energized. I had thrown my panties in the washing before going to bed, then I snuck out to put them in the drier so they 'd be ready for me in the morning. Since I was bursting with energy, I decided to take the fourth dimension to get my hair done. Black would n't do at all.

I needed to be colorful.

First, I had to bleach my locks. It took two soak with the H peroxide to get my hair fire up enough for what I wanted. Then I went to work. I dyed the right hand one-half a bright cotton-candy blueness. The left side I made cherry-red. Such a shining and unnatural shade. They looked so exciting together as they tumbled around my pale face. So much better than that drab, raw hue.

I had to be colourful for all the boys.

By the sentence my fuzz was dry, my alarm clock was going off. I was eagre for college. I gathered my half cotton-candy-blue and half-cherry-red hair into twin pigtails. They fell down to my berm in nightfall of shining beauty. I loved it. I grabbed my new clothing, starting with a green bra that I had rubbed against my boldness as I masturbated to my fantastic orgasm. I slipped it on and settled my young breasts into the cup.

I was giddy with excitement as I seized the bright-yellow crop top. I pulled it over, the thin, stretchable fabric leaving my midriff bare. It was so low cut it showed off the strap of my bra and the pinnacle of the cup. The gloss were so wonderful to read off. humming, I stepped into my tie-dyed panties, drawing them up as that prickling rippled through me. I could n't serve but rock my rump at my mirror, reading the letters despite them being backwards.

COLORFUL

Just thinking it made me squeal, my puss already soaking my pitiable step-in. I grabbed my new skirt, a deep, rich plum. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. It hung low on my articulatio coxae, showing off the top my step-in to anyone, allowing the debauch of colouring material to be seen. Next, I grabbed my hot-pink, knee-deep drogue. I pulled them on, loving the way my toes wiggled inside the knit-cotton bosom. Those donned, I could n't help but bounce around my room. I was bright and vibrant.

Everyone would mark me.

I snagged my back pack, a garish Orange River, and my new purse that was a delicious shadiness of teal. I slid my human foot into a pair of deep, vermilion heels before darting out of my bedroom. I rushed down the stair, my bold hair dancing about my face. I felt so excited. My breasts heaved in my new bra and in my low-cut top. I reached the fanny and darted for the front door.

"Oh, my gosh, Karenic,"Mom said from the aliveness elbow room, wearing the same boring, majestic household robe as yesterday. It was only one color. How pall."You really went ... all out."

"I 'm just so happy,"I said, wrenching open the strawman door."All the son are going to point out me today."

"I think NASA will notice you from space on their artificial satellite,"Mom said."Well, I 'm gladiolus to see you out of that shy phase. Have fun at college."

"I will,"I called and then darted up the door and rushed to the sidewalk.

I skipped to my college. My pigtails bounced. My knocker bounced. My skirt bounced.

The textile swayed back and Forth, flashing coup d'oeil of my panties. It was so curt that it would take about nothing to get a peek at the tie-dyed delight beneath. I turned so many heads with my vibrant display. number one wood watched, rubbernecking as they passed me. guy rope groaned at the quite a little of me, their center following the progress of my young and marriageable body.

"roll in the hay me,"groaned Oscar when he intercepted me."Karen, wow. You look ... electrifying."

I beamed at him."Why thank you. You do n't believe it 's too a good deal ?"

He shook his head, his oral fissure half open.

I felt his eyes on me all the way to my schoolhouse. He could n't look away. He wanted me so bad. I grinned, my pigtails dancing about my shoulder, my backpack bouncing on my dorsum, my bosom heaving. They wanted to miss my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow crop top. more and more boys were following me as I approached my college. Keith, a friendly guy with glasses, pushed them up as he stared at me. Jermaine let out another moan, his hand rubbing across his shaved-bald capitulum. Brian shook his shaggy mane of haircloth as he groaned in delight.

I had their exclusive attention.

My pussy was so juicy. My nipples were so hard. I wanted to masturbate right there in the hall. When I sat down during my year, I kept my leg spread wide of the mark so everyone can see that damp berth growing the crotch of my tight-died scanty. I twirled my pigtails, twining colorful ringlet around my fingerbreadth while I licked my royal lips.

It was also amazing. So wonderful. But, as the day wore on, I noticed the son were getting used to me. Yes, they were still looking at me, but they were n't drooling over me. They were also noticing some of the other girls. I wanted the male child'undivided tending.

I wore so many coloring material. What could I do that was undecomposed than this ?

I thought about that as I masturbated in the bath after classes. My footling gasping moan echoed around me as I tried to imagine the hone outfit to retain their attention forever. And then it hit me. I remembered coming across this interesting vellication channel. On it was such a beautiful, Cy Young woman that made my pussy tactile property so tingly. She showed me a way I could gain myself colorful.

After my orgasm, I googled where I could buy what I needed. Once again, I used my mom 's parking brake cite card to buy the supplies. My purchases were impenetrable, weighing me down as I rushed home, still attracting so much care to my sheer and vibrant outfit. I was so bore for tomorrow. I was so ready to transform myself.

When I got base, I masturbated three prison term just thinking about it. My wretched, piddling pure pussy was just so sore. I set my alarm clock to go off tiptop other, and then passed out in exhaustion.

I dreamed in gloss. A constant kaleidoscope of red, vapours, common, pinks, yellows, oranges, purple, turquoise, fair weather, flame, Paris green, silver medal, gold, aquamarine, violet, azure, crimson, and colors that I did n't even know the names for filled my imaging. Colors that could n't exist in the real world.

The blaring tonus of my alarm clock clock snapped me out of nap. I bolted upright, smacked it off, and flew out of my bed. I snagged my two shopping grip, the provision clinking inside as I darted naked out of my room. I burst into the privy.

I had three hours to change by reversal myself into the most colorful lady friend ever.

I dumped out my supplies upon the bathroom counter, the small jar of body blusher rattling together. I 'd grabbed as many different chromaticity as I could. I started wrenching open the lids, the waxlike olfactory property filling my nozzle. The paint were all non-toxic. It was designed to be rubbed on your skin. To cover you.

I shuddered as I stared at my raw variant in the mirror. My round breast quivered, my pink tit thrusting out hard. My pelt was the Saame pale-beige tone with the occasional freckle and that groin on my hip. I was all so ho-hum. I had to be special.

I plunged my finger's breadth into the first base ghost. It was a brightly atomic number 10 green. I coated my digits. I shuddered as I smeared it right on my belly. I groaned at the contact. I worked it around, leaving a fun whirl.

I smiled at the look of it on my peel, the paint coating my body. It hugged me. My left helping hand darted into a bottleful of deep vermilion. I scooped up a nice glob of both fingers and attacked my left boob. I rubbed it into my physique while a disgusting tingle raced through me. I groaned as I covered my nipple in the naughty trunk paint.

My grinning only grew as I attacked my flesh with to a greater extent of the semblance. I rubbed promising orange onto my other nipple, completely covering that boring garden pink. My grinning grew as I slathered a shiny plum across my brow and then smeared a blue-green delight down between my white meat. My digit grew sticky with rouge. It splattered across the counter as I worked in a frenzy of foundation. I just let my instincts go.

I wanted to produce a tableau.

I wanted my body to be the same drunken revelry of tie-dyed coloring material as my panties.

I groaned as I rubbed shining chicken across the lips of my pussycat. I shuddered, trembling. I was so beaming I 'd shaved my slit last night. It was all gone. No filthy, black hair to get in the way of the wonderful yellow coating my vulva.

My button throbbed as I bathed even it in cool down paint.

I slathered garden pink and blue and glittering Au on my hindquarters, working my hand into my firm butt-cheeks to make a impish blend of semblance. I worked silver and goldenrod and a wonderfully burnt umbra across my human face. I coated my neck. My second joint had a XII different specter each, blending and swirling together. I coated my toes. The soles of my feet. I strained to rub blueing and yellow and reds and oranges across my spine.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my organic structure from right and left, my au naturel breasts bouncing and heaving with every movement. They were so truehearted and perky, both beautiful with a baseless whirl of colors reaching up to my hard nipple. As the blusher dried it gripped my tegument. It felt so wonderful around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most colourful young woman in the world. Every boy would comment me now. They would see my tight slit painted burnished yellow, my lead tit that wonderful shade of red, and my mightily mammilla a bright orange. The mix of chromaticity covered my breasts would attract their gaze as they bounced decent and left. It all mixed with the dye in my tomentum. son who saw me from behind would see my butt-cheeks rippling and jiggling as I sauntered down the halls, hypnotizing them with the blend of bright hues.

My kitty succus ran down my thighs. Luckily, the rouge required soap to come off. My pussy cream would n't dethaw it away. It would, however, add a delicious gleaming to the kaleidoscope of hue decorating my inner thighs.

My arms were sore from the effort of coating my consistency, but I was beautiful.

The paint was dry just in time for me to go to my college. I grabbed my backpack and purse, wishing I had time to dye them, too. But they were just accouterment. The bulk of my body was transformed.

I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my painted breasts bouncing and heaving, bleak metrical unit smacking on the stair. My tongue licked across my lips, tasting the waxy nip coating them. I hit the can of the stairs and rushed for the door.

"Oh, Karen, wow,"my mom said from the living elbow room. She was wearing that same, old, slow house robe. purple again ? If she was only going to tire one color at a meter, she could at least plunk a different one each day.

"I got to go to school, Mom,"I said.

"My, every boy at your college will be paying attention to you."

I grinned at her, my pure pussy clenching."I truly hope so. Bye !"

"Have fun,"she said as I darted out the door and slammed it behind me.

I almost caused dealings accidents as I headed to my college. I was so colored railroad car were drifting into other lanes they stared at me. pasture brake squealed and trumpet honked. Some even climbed out of their cars to gaze at me in awe. pedestrian, men and cleaning lady alike, gaped at my consistency. The women had such enviousness in their eye, knowing they would never be as brilliant and colourful as me while the men salivated. They rubbed at their crutches, squeezing and kneading their hard cocks. That was how I knew I had their broad attention.

"screw me,"Academy Award groaned when he saw me."holy fucking asshole, you are a work of art, Karen."

I grinned at him as I sauntered down the street. My denude feet smacked on the cementum sidewalk while my articulatio coxae swayed, my ass flexing and jiggling. I felt his eyes studying the swirling hues covering both my butt-cheeks.

I had such a powerful ache when I reached my college. I was so horny. More and more male child were following me by then. heath had to pull off his glasses and wipe the fog off of them when he saw me. He grinned as he joined the pack, rubbing at his cock. Right before I reached the steps to get in my schooltime, I could n't take any more. I need to see proof that I was colorful.

I whirled around to face Academy Award and fell to my knees."Show it to me !"

"What ?"he groaned, his Brown University eyes wide.

I stared up at the jock and moaned,"show me the proof that you find me beautiful."

It clicked in his idea. His blue jean came undone faster than a flash. He shoved them down along with a pair of underdrawers dotted with hearts. His cock popped out, thrusting thick from a wiry thatch of brown pubic haircloth.

I snagged Oscar 's dick in my pied mitt and pulled it towards my waxy lips. With a hungry growl, I swallowed the tip and sucked on my for the first time ever cock. He groaned as I nursed on him, my tongue sliding around the crown, gathering the salty feeling of his precum.

He found me gorgeous !

I savored having Oscar 's dick in my mouth. I sucked on his dick with such hunger, my Virgin cunt clenching. The guy wire all moved in around me, staring at my colourful body, my house breast jiggling as I bobbed my mind. My dyed pigtails danced around my shoulder as my drumhead turned and twisted, shifting my mouth around his peter. I rubbed the spongelike tip against the roof of my mouth, my knife, and my inside cheeks.

"Goddamn, Karen,"growled Oscar."That 's it, suck my cock, you fucking whore."

"Damn, you really blossomed into a ho, did n't you ?"growled Jermaine. The pitch blackness guy stood to my rightfield, groping his pecker through his dungaree as I worshiped Academy Award 's shaft.

"Yeah, she did,"shaggy-haired Brian said."Fuck me, that 's hot."

"Just a beautiful sight,"moaned Heath."doodly-squat, I 'm about to extravasate right in my jeans.

"Why thriftlessness it ?"groaned Oscar."The footling loose woman wants to please us all."

A roar erupted from the assemblage boys. They were all staring at me. Hot pussy pick trickled down my painted thighs as I took more and more of Oscar 's dick in my mouthpiece. His crown reached the spinal column of my pharynx. I moaned and sucked and slurped on his peter. Drool ran down my chin. I made such wicked, wanton sounds.

I was bold. Bright.

I shoved my right bridge player down between my thighs. I rubbed at my yellow-painted pussy backtalk. My boiling pick coated them as I slid my finger through my juicy folds. I brushed my hymen, my vestal depths begging to be penetrated. I sucked harder on Oscar 's cock, rippling of pleasure fluttering through me.

I found my button and frigged my piffling button. Oscar groaned as I sucked harder. He grabbed my dyed pigtails, clutching the colorful strand. He fucked my mouth. I gasped, his shaft drive past my lips. I just had to sit there and let him use my rima oris. He fucked his putz in and out of my oral examination pit like it was my slit. It made my kidnapping so wet.

"Shit, you want it bad,"Oscar groaned."I 'm willing to give you what you need, you bold, little slut."

"Give it to her !"someone shouted from the watching crowd.

I was growing dizzy from all the watching eyes. They stared at me as I loved Academy Award 's stopcock. I sucked harder, frigging my clit while nursing on his big dick. More and to a greater extent of his salty precum coated my tongue. A preview for that creamy delight in his balls. My button throbbed as I rubbed it, my orgasm building and construction in me. I moaned around his prick. I caressed the squashy jacket with my tongue as he plunged his peter over and over into my mouth.

My orgasm swelled the sunniness rippled around me. I was called such filthy names.

"Wanton skank !"

"Tie-dyed woman of the street !"

"Bold slut."

"Exhibitionist THOT !"

They stared at my bouncing hips, wiggling ass, and painted fingers dancing over my aching kitty-cat lips.

Academy Award growled, his side twisting with rapture. His blunt feature of speech were burning with his heat. He gripped my pigtails hard, slamming his cock all the way into the depths of my mouth. And then he groaned. He let out a trashy growl, his pecker throbbing in my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut as I realize how hot this was.

His hot cum spurted into my mouth.

As the salty smell burst across my taste buds, my kitty exploded in ecstasy. My fingerbreadth rubbed at my clit as the pleasure rushed through me. undulation of ecstasy flowed through my tie-dyed consistency. My breasts shook as Oscar ripped his stopcock out of my mouth. His arcsecond blast splashed across my face as I swallowed his foremost load of jizz.

"You are such a multicoloured woman of the street !"he snarled, his cum splattering across my face.

"Yes !"I howled, feeling his kindling covering my face. It ran hot down my cheeks and dribbled from my forehead. Some reached my brim, my lingua flicking out to savor more of that delicious taste.

My body bucked and heaved as everyone stared at me getting painted with a new coloration. The one people of colour I had n't used. White. It was all semblance combined in one. When you split white light in a prism, you got all the rainbow hues that adorned my torso. And the advantageously seed for white was cum. It was all so cleared.

I shuddered as my orgasm peeked.

"I need to a greater extent cum to bathe my body !"I howled.

"Yes, you fucking do, ho,"snarled Jermaine.

As Oscar pulled away from me, leaving my face coated with his spunk, Jermaine sprang from the bunch. I shuddered as his zip fastener rasped and his blue jean'fastening popped. His dark cock appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his genu behind me. His thick shaft smacked into my painted nates. I groaned as he seized the back of my head and shoved me down until I knelt like a bitch.

I whimpered as I felt his hammer pressing into my Virgo the Virgin folds.

"Fuck me !"I moaned."Mix up your paint with my puss. Use my body. I need you to cum on me !"

"You fucking bluff slut !"he snarled and thrust.

My virginal membrane stretched and stretched before his stopcock. There was a sharp jab of pain as my cherry red popped. I gasped as his peter knifed into the unaffected depths of my puss. I groaned as his Black shaft spread me wide of the mark and wider. My fountainhead tossed back, my dyed pigtails dancing about my cheek. rapture surged through me as his balls smacked into my clit.

He drew back his big dick, my deflowered physical body clinging to him. I groaned as I felt so empty with just his tip in me. He thrust back into me arduous. His privates smacked into my colorful ass. The slap on flesh on flesh echoed around us while all the male child cheered him on. I groaned as his balls smacked into my clitoris over and over, lumbering with his boy-paint.

That wonderful cum.

"Goddamn, this little ho is stiff,"Jermaine grunted as he thrust his cock deep into my once-pure pussy.

"I 've never been fucked !"I moaned, my tongue licking up some of the jizz that had dribbled down to my lips."Cum on, boy, my mouth is free ! seed paint my body in your jizz ! You want to adorn me with your spunk before the full bookman body ?"

"God fucking shit,"groaned Brian. The shaggy-coated boy fell to his knee joint before me, his knock rattling as he fumbled to untie it. Then he fished out his cock and aimed it at my mouth. I opened full and groaned in delight as he rammed it into me.

I had a cock in my kitty and in my oral cavity. Brian grabbed my pigtails, holding tight as he fucked me with the force of a jackhammer. My pussy clenched around Jermaine 's big, Negro shaft. I rocked between them, impaled on both their cocks. I was spit-roasted between them.

Such a bold thing to do. My hip wiggled, stirring my cunt around Jermaine 's putz while I sucked with all my might on Brian 's rooster. My butt-cheeks rippled from the twinge impact of Jermaine 's poking. He rammed his cock deep and hard into me. He filled me over and over again. I groaned my pleasure around Brian 's gumshoe while all the boys shouted and cheered.

"Fuck the little painted slattern !"

"damn, I ca n't wait !"a guy growled."Just postulate to fap."

"Just crap sure enough you cum all over her,"Oscar growled.

"Coat that hot bod in kindling !"

It was wonderful. Out of the recession of my heart, I saw pants coming undone. pecker appeared. I stroked them, fisting up and down their dicks. I whimpered, my pussy clenching around Jermaine 's big cock. His every jab brought me closer and closer to orgasming, my clitoris drinking in the thudding impact of his heavy balls. The boys were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lust. They were seeing how bold and bright and colourful I was.

I had all their attention.

"God, she 's sucking so hard,"Brian groaned."She really wants my cum."

"The little ho is dire for it,"groaned Jermaine."Do n't worry, slut, we 'll paint your body."

"Fucking yeah, we will,"a boy moaned.

And then to my unadulterated delight, hot kindling squirted from my right. It splashed across my side and dribbled down to my swinging titty. The cum was so hot, it almost seared me. I savored it, loving that white emollient painting my body. The boy grunted, fisting his cock, squeezing out a final spurt of his seed.

"shag, someone got a quick-trigger,"Jermaine growled.

"This is just so hot,"the boy panted.

I agreed. So hot. So juicy.

My breasts swayed beneath me as I rocked back and Forth between Jermaine and Brian, the boy 's cum dribbling down my right tit. I loved the tactile property of it. The hot delight reached my pap, adding Patrick White to the Orange River I 'd already painted there.

"Goddamn,"Jermaine groaned."I ca n't final lots longer. Fucking scarlet pussycat. The best."

"I hope you did n't ruin her for the ease of us,"someone called.

"trustingness me, your niggling pencil dick will experience not bad in her,"Jermaine grunted."Yes, stay fresh working those pelvic girdle, little ho. nooky !"

Another boy erupted. His cum fired at me from my leftfield. It splattered across my back and pooled in the vallecula of my vertebral column. My behind clenched as those abbreviated spurts puddled hot on my skin. I whimpered, my pussy squeezing down so heavily on Jermaine 's cock. I moaned around Brian 's dick. The Black guy thrusting trench into me. His balls smacked into my clit.

I orgasmed.

"Oh, fuck !"Jermaine groaned, my mar kitty spasming unfounded around him.

He fucked into my nineteen-year-old twat with hard thrusts. He buried into me again and again. He slammed his dick deep into my twat. My anatomy writhed around them, milking him. I was so aegir for his cum to erupt. I squealed around Brian 's dick as the pleasure melted my mind.

Jermaine grunted and then ripped his cock out of my convulsing pussy. I felt so vacuous, but then I groaned as Jermaine 's hot cum spurted across my backside. I enjoyed those powerful eruption of pearly jizz painting my butt-cheeks. marvellous cream dribbled into my cranny. I loved the sticky spirit of his spicy paint. I shuddered and groaned, my coming sweeping through me as he unloaded more and Sir Thomas More of his punk.

"There you go, little ho,"Jermaine moaned."Just what you need."

It was.

"Fuck, ca n't ... use up ..."Brian moaned."damn !"He ripped his cock out of my mouth and fisted his shaft hard.

"Cum on me !"I moaned, looking at the crownwork so he would shower down my hair.

My orgasm still rippling through me, his cock erupted. His hot spunk splashed across the crown of my nous. I felt the wonderful, pearly heart soaking my hair. I shuddered, trembling, pussycat cream running down my second joint as his heavyset touchwood dribbled over my forehead.

"tinker's damn, she 's a little whore !"moaned a guy.

Jizz splattered my allow hip. It ran down my thigh, hot rivulet of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed more of that grand color sprayed across my trunk. I rose up, my breasts jiggling.

"I need to be painted here !"I shouted, cupping my tits.

I groaned as Peter stepped up before me. He fisted his stubby dick then unleashed spurts of hot spunk. His seed splattered across my perky breasts. I groaned, my fingerbreadth digging into my build as he coated me and all that terrific punk. I watched the pearly strands spill across my flesh. It dribbled down to my digit. I massaged his seed, rubbing it across my lush mounds, coating me in pearly delight.

"I need more !"I howled."I have a pussy. An cocksucker. Use me !"

The boys cheered in delight. They rushed towards me in a horde of hysteria passion. I trembled, so bore to be painted in all their seeded player. Heath, pushing up his methamphetamine hydrochloride, was the first to grab me. He sank down on his backrest and yanked me atop him, his release hand holding his peter upright. I gasped as I impaled my slit right down his pecker. My cum-coated tits heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure joy. Jizz dribbled down my torso, that grand paint. My pussy clenched around Heath 's cock.

"Gon na get me some of that ass !"Tim snarled.

I gasped as his prick nuzzled between my cum-smeared nerve of my colorful ass.

My butt-hole tingled as the tip of his putz pressed against it. My cunt clenched around heathland 's cock as Tim 's dick thrust into my intestine. I gasped as my anal ring spread and spread, swallowing his dick.

"Oh, my god, yes !"I cried out."Oh, just use—"

A cock rammed into my mouth.

I whimpered, shuddering, three dicks in my gob. Three shaft I had to get cook to paint my torso in that wonderful, pure colouring. I trembled, sucking on the dick in my lip as I rose up heathland 's cock. At the same meter, Tim pumped away at my asshole. He drove his tool over and over into my bowels. Velvety heating system rippled through me while silky pleasure surged out of my pussy.

Squealing around that shaft in my mouth, I slammed down Heath 's cock.

"aspect at the little ho go,"Jermaine groaned, stroking his inkiness cock glistening with my pussy juice."Damn, Karen, you 're a little freak."

A bold, colorful freak.

I sucked and nurse my putz in my mouthpiece as I rode heathland 's dick. Tim 's arduous beam of light pumped over and over into my asshole. The stimulating pleasure flowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my hips dancing from side of meat to side of meat, my bunghole squeezing down on Tim 's putz while my kitty gripped heathland 's shaft. The twofold frictions mixed together inside of me, driving me wild.

baloney spilled over my Chin as cum dribbled down my body. Tim 's genitals smacked into my ass as he drove his cock over and over into my bowels. I bounced on Heath 's dick, my clitoris throbbing every time I bottomed out on him. I felt his wiry pubic hair rubbing against me. The nerd groaned as I worked my cunt up and down his dick.

"oeuvre that turncock, petty ho !"

"God damn, you fucking slovenly woman, Karen !"

"Fuck !"

Hot amount splashed against my arm. It coated my shoulder joint and dribbled down towards my elbow. I loved it covering me. I needed jizz to squish me everywhere. My purulent drank in the friction of Heath 's cock while my asshole gripped Tim 's dick as he pounded me hard. I sucked with all my might on the dick in my mouth, loving being used by all these boys.

"What a fucking harlot !"

pearly jizz splattered into the rachis of my head, coating Sir Thomas More of my tomentum. It ran down the back of my neck and dribble over my articulatio humeri blades. I loved the feel of the hot spunk. It coated me in that wonderful color. The beauty of pearly jizz.

My orgasm built faster and faster. I had two prick churning up my naughty muddle while I nursed on the tertiary. No other girl was this bluff. Every boy loved me. They jerked off their cocks as they lusted for me, aching to connect the fun.

"Oh, damn !"the guy fucking my oral fissure gasped. He ripped his shaft out of my mouth and erupted across my face.

He showered me in his cum, my pussy squeezing down on heath 's tool. That hot kindling bathed me. It ran across my painted flesh as I hurtled closer to my sexual climax. Tim thrust hard into me, grunting, groaning. I whimpered, my body so close to that rapture.

"Yes !"I howled."I 'm going to cum ! I 'm going to exp—"

Jermaine rammed his turncock into my rima oris, soaked in my sweet cream. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his Black cock. My pussy squeezed around Heath 's peter as my entire body shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two different sides. Two different boys were painting me in their passion. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My pussycat convulsed around heath 's dick. My whoreson spasmed around Tim 's hammer stopcock. I bucked and writhed, working my holes up and down both their shafts. Intense waves of ecstasy flowed through my body. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine 's cock. I moaned and whimpered, whizz dancing before my heart. My jam writhed and convulsed on their astonish dick. I whimpered, my hips wiggling from slope to side. My anatomy milked them, bring them closer and closer to erupting. I wanted to be painted in so much spunk.

Rapture drowned my mind.

"nooky kinky slut !"snarled Tim."Goddamn, your asshole is going unwarranted around my cock. shag !"

He ripped out of my cocksucker. The starting time spirt of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost right on my spine. I felt the jizz running hot down my skin as more and Sir Thomas More cat valium splashed on my anatomy. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my body, making me experience so naughty and wild.

My slit spasmed hard about Heath 's cock. My mind melted, my orgasm still writhing through me. I whimpered about Jermaine 's hawkshaw as Tim rammed into my asshole. His cock was even thicker than Tim 's. He grunted, heavy nut smacking into my frame as he plunged into my asshole.

"fucking, screw, fuck !"he growled. Then he ripped his peter out of my asshole and spurted foaming cum onto my torso."Such a fucking woman of the street !"

It was all such a fuzz. I do n't sleep together how long I rode Heath 's putz, did n't know how many cocks had fucked my asshole and mouth, before that nerd finally erupted into my pussy. His jizz spurted hot into my spasming bitch while the male child spurted jizz on me from every side. I groaned and trembled, loving that even the inside of my pussy was getting basted with the creamy paint.

"Karen !"snarled the nerd as he filled my cunt with More jet of jizz."This is incredible !"

Still cumming, drunk on this moment, I rolled off of him. I writhed on the ground, gasping and moaning as they stood over me, jerking off their cocks. Cum fired at me from every counsel. They were all erupting. All splashing me in jizz. They painted punk across my pelt. I rubbed it into my flesh as my coming rippled through me. My nous melted in rapture.

They made me into a masterpiece.

Finally, my body was painted. I was drenched in wonderful, pearly jizz. I stood up, that delicious mettle drying on my colorful body. I sauntered forward, my boobs shaking and my ass swaying. The gang parted for me, and I marched into the college bold as nookie. I did n't care. Everyone could see me. Everyone could see how well I stood out.

I had a huge grin on my grimace as every boy paid attention to me all day. Even the teachers. Every man who witnessed me gained severe dicks that needed rilievo. Luckily, there was always a new pip of my organic structure that needed to be painted. Unlike the eubstance paint, cum did n't live on long.

I was going to have to be a occupy, busy daughter to continue colorful.

trade good thing the rewards were worth it. I could n't await. Smiling, I spotted a dick that needed my attention."Pussy, cocksucker, or mouth ?"

The guy grinned.

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The digit chuckled. The latest couple of panties was a shattering success. The figure had no idea the latest pair would go over so well. It glanced down at the New panty lying on the desk. Compared to the Colorful one, this pair was subdued.

Shirley Temple, a bit of lacing around the waistband, and two words printed across the rump in big, bold, white letters.

"Bad Girl."

There was one more increase. The figure stroked down to the gusset. They were crotchless, lace surrounding the slit giving access to the wearer 's snatch. The figure smiled. Where would be the good place to entrust these panty ? The design chuckled again as the perfect patch clicked in its mind.

insurrection, the shape snatched up its creation and left its workshop behind.

To be continued in the succeeding narrative of Mind-Controlling Panties ...