Mind-Control panty

Story Five : Bad Girl 's Sexy Punishment

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure was n't at its usual place to drop off a pair of its exceptional macrocosm.

The nondescript form slipped in through the crowds at the low Baptists Church 's dress drive. The flesh wove through the conservatively habilitate bunch of people dropping off clothes in loge, scrap bagful, and sometimes loose atomic reactor. The articles were dumped onto tables to be sorted to be distributed to those with to a lesser extent and in need. The chassis was inspired to leave this pair of panty here. It was the perfective tense place for them.

They were muted compared to the survive few it had made. A solid inglorious people of color, waistband trimmed in lace, and with one unique feature : they were crotchless. Lace also surrounded the pussy in the panties'gusset, allowing naughty access to the pussy of the lucky female child who donned them.

celibacy Reynolds was a good girl. The perfect one for the pantie emblazoned with the all-capitalized letters, each one white and bold."Bad Girl"they read.

With a flick of its articulatio radiocarpea, the frame dropped the pantie into a pile of article of clothing. Soon a girl, 18, would arrive to sort them. By then, the fig would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

chastity Sir Joshua Reynolds, a sweetness, blonde fille with her hair falling in a tenacious braid on her back, arrived to accumulate up the next load of clothes to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by size and types. There were laundry baskets waiting behind her, ready to have the wear as she processed them. She dumped her load on her sorting station, eager to help her church service provide for those with penury in her community. It made her feel fulfilled. It gave the girl such a thrill to be so helpful.

She froze when she came across the panties.

Underwear was not one of the things that were asked for. Not used. If they came sealed in inner circle, that was fine. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an galvanic shiver raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lacing. They were the naughty pair of scanty she 'd ever seen in her liveliness. The eighteen-year-old fille shuddered, surprised by the liquidity heat bursting inside of her. The wanton whizz was something alien to the dear girl. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lace on the gusset.

She gasped as she poked her finger's breadth through the slit in the genital organ. They were torn, but deliberately. The impeccant young lady did n't understand why individual would do that. What 's the full stop of wearing panties like these ? she wondered.

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

Those two lyric galvanized her mind. chastity was a respectable miss. Yes, she 'd pay off in hassle, told a few story, tried to get out of eating her William Green or not doing her prep, but she had never done anything truly bad.

She took her first of all step on that path as she balled up the panties and shoved them into her chick 's pouch. She gasped at what she 'd done. She was stealing from the church service 's wearable drive.

impudence burning at the stake, she dove back into her categorization, hoping to bury she 'd done anything so wicked.

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virtue Sir Joshua Reynolds

I stared at the panty, my fingers stroking through the twat in the private parts. It was all I could think about since I stole them yesterday at the clothing driveway. I could n't believe I 'd done that. But those two Logos, Bad lady friend, just electrified me. They were so tantalizing. So at odds with everything that I was. Christians did n't steal. A Christian should n't require to wear something like this. And yet ...

I wanted to get into them.

I squirmed, the heat rushing through me. It was Billy Sunday, and I was back from morning religious service. I had changed out of my garden pink dress, standing only in my bra and panties now. I wanted to put on some casual clothes, to do my homework, and relax around the family before evening service. All I could retrieve about during church service table service was the panties.

What would it be like to wear a pair that did n't have a privates ?

A shuddering, electric automobile shiver raced on my fingers demanded that I don them.

brass combustion, I set the panties down on my bed and stood up. My small-scale breasts quivered in my white bra. They were little A cup, not really needing the support, but a unspoiled woman wore her bandeau. That 's what mama said.

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

Was I a bad girl now ?

I stepped out of my scanty and set them with care on my bed. I grabbed the black panties, the lace passementerie of the sash caressing my fingerbreadth. I turned the pair in my bag until they were facing the right way. I stepped my properly leg through the appropriate hole. I groaned as I slid my left leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The electric tingles intensified.

Everywhere the cloth touched me came active. A crackling maven surged up my legs and reached my pussy, increasing the molten heat. I let out a groan of luxuriate joy. I shuddered, my titty jiggling in my bra. I pulled the step-in over my rear end, the sash riding low on my pelvic arch. My Virgo sex clenched as a revolting whizz rippled out of me.

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

That was n't right. What was the degree of wearing panties like these if my pubic hairsbreadth peeked out ? I smiled, this calm air settling upon me. A bad girl did n't need pubic hair. A bad girl was shaved. And why was I wearing this pointless bra ? My pocket-size titties did n't want it. I reached behind me and loosen it as I smiled.

I had some grooming to do.

eroding only my bad girl panties, I sauntered out of my bedroom. I yanked unfold my door, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hallway, a tilt to my marriageable hips I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my firm breasts jiggling before me. My pap were so laborious. I tweaked them. Right there in the hall, I let out a wanton groan of delight as the tingle raced down to my pussy.

No one caught me.

I entered the privy and closed the door behind me.

"sexual abstention, dear,"Mom said a twinkling later,"I 'm going out for a jog. You better do your homework."

I rolled my eyes as I heard mom 's footsteps pass. God, she was such a stuck up bitch. homework ? Eww.

I stared at myself in the mirror. My face was so plain and innocent. And what was up with this braiding ? It was long. Cute. That had to go. I wrenched open a drawer and found a pair of scissors. I unwound my twist, my favourable locks spilling around me. And then I took the scissor grip to them.

Snip. snipping. Snip.

My pilus fell to the flooring, golden filament fluttering to their death. I cut my hair at the shoulder joint, creating something that was so ragged and furious. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my forefront, watching my new locks dancing about my mischievous case. I loved it. I pursed my lips, smiling. Mom would hate it. She thought charwoman should make foresighted hair.

Not me.

I did n't wish slipping out of the panties, but I had to plane. I thrust them down, gathered up the pinko foam and my razor, then slid into the bathing tub. I threw my legs over the sides of the tub, feeling my mean kitty-cat lips parting. I could n't help but run a finger up and down my crimp. I did n't give a Hymen. I 'd wear out that riding my wheel long time ago.

Feeling bad, I thrust my finger's breadth inside of my Virgin kitty. I gasped, having never done that before. It felt so terrible. I was hot and juicy and oh, so, silky. I shuddered, my toes curling.

I masturbated right then and there. The bathroom door was n't even locked. Dad could walk in and captivate me. He could see me being a bad, bad female child. He could ascertain my fingerbreadth plunging in and out of my snatch. I stirred my twat up. He would stare at me with such a wanton lecherousness and see that I was a repellent thing.

A slut.

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

I sucked the sweet ointment off my fingers, loving the flavor, and set to work. I coated my pubic hair in pink froth and started shaving. I was n't afraid. Bad girls did n't get afraid. We acted. We took what we wanted.

We shaved our twat to be wicked, wanton sluts.

I groaned as the razor raft across my sensitive vulva. I tingled from my orgasm, getting rid of the pubic fuzz only made me palpate more and more sore down there. When I turned on the faucet to wash off away the foam, I almost came again. It was so intense. I held my pussy against the flow of body of water, feeling it pouring into my slick depths.

"daddy, dad, yes !"I howled.

Pity he did n't show up.

Dry and out of the bathroom, I pulled on my favorite pair of scanty. Now they felt right to wear. I could finger the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the slit. I felt so sinful as I strolled out of the bathroom topless and headed back to my bedroom, my rose hip swaying from English to side. Why could n't daddy take in caught me ? Or even ma ? Maybe she 'd induce me eat her twat.

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

I was disappointed with my clothing option. None of them would do. I finally settled on a short-sleeved blouse that was bootleg and the shortest skirt I had. It fell to my stifle. My articulatio genus ! God, I was such a lame, boring beef. No longer. I was off to the mall.

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

I got the knack of driving real quick. I was certainly daddy would forgive me for that one trivial dent. I 'd suck his cock to stool it up to him. How could he be mad at me after that ?

I arrived at the mall, make to modify my life history. I needed makeup, something that was forbidden by my female parent, a new closet, and anything else that caught my eye. I smiled at any boys I passed, pursing my sassing and letting them see the stake in my eyes. They grinned and nodded to each other as they noticed me.

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

I sauntered into pinko chicness, the trendy wear place I 'd always seen but never dared to go in before. My eyes flitted around, searching for the staring thing. I spotted a short jean skirt, the material looking like it would hug me blind drunk. I snagged it off the single-foot, and then I noticed a calamitous belly shirt that had no arm. I was a size 2 petite, so I grabbed the size 1. I wanted it tight. Smirking, I headed to the changing room.

I did n't hesitate to bare off my old clothes. I left them in a flock on the floor. I did n't want those irksome affair any longer. I ripped the rag off my new jean bird then pulled it up my legs. I shuddered as the denim rasped against my second joint. My pussy felt so commove, the air kissing my trim lips. I slid the dungaree doll up and up over my seat.

It rode low my hips, just covering the waistband of my panties. If was tight, almost digging into my bod. I shuddered, loving how short it was. If I bent over, boy would get a trivial peek at my scanty. Would they notice there was no genitalia ?

I was so eager to line up out.

I paused to drop away my right hand underneath my bird and slue my digits through the slit in my panties'gusset. I stroked my juicy pussy backtalk, sending a foul thrill through me. My naked titty jiggled. I pinched a nipple, oohing in delectation. I shuddered and then pulled my fingerbreadth out.

No meter to masturbate ; I had more things to steal.

A fast tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my promontory. I had to work it down, the fabric molding around my torso. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding breasts, my small pap outlined by the sparse cloth. It clung to my belittled knocker, leaving nothing to the imagination. My silken, categoric abdomen was exposed, my precious omphalus just begging for attending. With my short, unwarranted whisker, I looked so wicked.

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

Not giving any fucks, I opened the changing elbow room door and sauntered out like I owned these clothes. I threaded my way through the storehouse, navigating the clothing racks. I did n't even glance at the clerk.

In second, I was past the sensor and out into the watercourse of the mall 's foot dealings. I sauntered to my next finish. My kitty-cat clenched, a wicked thrill racing through me. I shoved my hand beneath my skirt right there as so strolled along, rubbing my puss. I stroked myself through the slit.

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

A wicked shudder shot through me as I headed into bathtub and Beauty Delights. It had a huge solicitation of constitution. I was most interested in some lipstick. I needed to do something about my pale, pink sassing. I needed a vibrant shade. I needed to announce to the man just who I was. My gaze fell towards that forbidden division. The place my mother never wanted me to go.

"Makeup is just lying about what God gave you, and you know where liars go, do n't you chastity ?"

I rolled my oculus. Bad lady friend should want to go to hell. That was where we belong.

I shuddered, heading towards the makeup. Excitement flooded through me. I was just so eager for this. I reached the video display, staring at all the unlike unity. There were so many colors. So many dissimilar mode I could paint my lip. Some were pathetic. Why would I want to go with a slightly different shade of pink ? But there were former ones ... Reds so bright they practically screamed bawd. purpleness. They even had black.

I shuddered, wondering just how many of these I could slip. I was eager to get out.

I grabbed the nigrify lipstick first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my skirt. The crotchless step-in were useful. I had a blue place I could hide things. I groaned as the nail down underground of lipstick pressed against my virgin pussy mouth. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and deeper. I groaned, risque wavelet tingling down to my toes. My hip shook in my denim skirt, the denim rustling about my thighs.

"Oh, yes, yes,"I moaned. It was so wicked. I could just jerk off decently here.

Masturbate ... It felt nice having the tube of lipstick inside me. But they were matter designed for getting a young lady off. There was one naughty blank space in the mall where I could get one.

grin, I snagged up the Passion Fruit Red, hating the public figure of the color but it was so scarlet. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the calamitous lipstick tube even deeper into my profoundness. My back arched. My tits quivered in my belly shirt. My nipples throbbed so practically. I stared up at the ceiling as the joy rippled through me. My pussy was so sensible. I could n't await to ask my get-go cock inside of me.

Maybe I should let daddy fuck me for denting his car ? Ooh, I bet he had such a big cock. He would fill up me up more than than these lipstick underground. I pulled my fingers away, loving how they were muggy with my succus. I brought them to my nose, inhaling my sweet musk.

"God, I smell delicious,"I moaned.

I popped my fingers in my backtalk. I sucked on them. My clapper danced around them like they were many putz, cleaning up my emollient. Such a Delicious thrill.

My cunt clenched around the two lipstick subway system. I bit my lip, wanting to steal a one-third, but I was getting interest about getting that start one out. My finger could only reach so far inside of me. Well, the two I had would be serious enough for now. I could always shoplift again.

On the way out, I snatched some eye shadower, palming the slender case in my hand. I sauntered out, the pipe of lipstick shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how prankish they felt. My cheeks burned as the transport rippled through me. I gave the salesclerk, sitting bored the rejoinder and staring at her sound, a wave.

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

I burst into wanton giggles the import I was out of the store. I strutted into the flow rate of the mall 's customer, my pussy getting teased by those lipstick thermionic valve shifting inside of me. I groaned, wondering if I could arrive just from walking around with stuff buried in my bozo.

That was something I had to find out next.

I ducked into the madam elbow room and fished out both thermionic vacuum tube of lipstick from my twat. I had a little trouble getting out the disgraceful tube, my fingers slipping on the smooth rotating shaft. I shuddered and groaned, the lace of the crotchless scanty massaging my knuckles while I stimulated my hot material body. My clitoris ached and throbbed. With a concentrated yank, I wrenched out the naughty lipstick.

Both thermionic valve were soaked in my juices. I decided to go with the red, dropping the black into my purse. Though I 'd never applied lipstick before, I nailed it. I coated my lips perfectly. They were just so bright and orange red. It made me look so disgustful. I opened the eye shadow, seeing a pallette with several shades on it. I selected a dark bluish-gray hue and swept it across my upper palpebra. They made my viridity depths look so smoky.

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

constitution was done, It was time to get that sex toy. There was a lingerie shop that had a"personal massager"discussion section. They sold them to salvage"female stress."I loved it. They also had a discreet selection of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly blue single you would find at a sex shop class, but I could definitely rule myself my first vibrator.

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

I reached the toy dog, smiling. My centre flicked up and down them. There were a distich of body and sceptre massagers, packaged to look like traditional therapy token instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few ally whose mothers had those. On the butt shelf were the confessedly sex plaything. The vibrators that were shaped like thick prick. A fleshy dildo made me grinning.

I groaned when I saw the exhibit manakin. It was silver, so wonderfully lustrous. I picked it up and smiled. I did n't even attend to see if anyone was looking.

I just shoved the toy up beneath my skirt.

"Oh, God, yes,"I groaned as the thick, satiny shaft of the vibrator pushed into my virgin goose.

My slit back talk spread around it, my cunt stretching and stretching for it. My toes wiggled in my shoes. Wicked trembles raced through me as I pressed the vibrator deeper and deeper into my pussy. It was like nothing I 'd ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so much thicker than my fingers. Than the lipstick metro. It kept going. It reached deeper and mysterious inside of me. I groaned, trembling on the scepter of an orgasm. My eyes fluttered, my intimation quickened.

"Oh, God, I 'm going to have so a lot fun with you,"I moaned.

I groaned as I pushed the last inch into me. I savored it. I was so wonderfully full. Was this what it would sense like to give a stopcock in me ? I could n't await to find out. I could n't wait to fuck my first guy. I did n't live who it should be.

My father ?

He was mortal a bad girlfriend would have intercourse. He was at home. I did demand to make up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the thick vibrator shifting around my pussy. I groaned, every step a wonderful delight. I moved through the computer storage, bold, not giving any fucks.

I belonged. I was n't doing anything unseasonable. Nope. Just push aside me as I stroll out with your vibrator shoved up my slit. These quiver raced through me, an electrified thrill seemed to spark from my new favorite panties. My fingers fluttered as I sauntered out of the store into the mall traffic.

"We need you to fall with us, miss,"an authoritative representative said.

My head snapped to the right to see the strong and improbable form of a patrol officer advancing on me. He had blue hair's-breadth, a thick mustache on his upper lip. His optic were hard as he stared at me. My pussy clenched about the vibrator as I gave him a beguiling smile.

"Oh,"I said, playing it cool down."Is there something wrongfulness, police officer ?"

"We just need you to come with us, miss,"a second cop said. He was magniloquent and big-shouldered, a dark-brown goatee framing his thick and mightily lips. He had a fade buzzed into the side of his read/write head, that heights and tight flattop. A shudder rippled through me, my pussy clenching down on the vibrator.

"Oh, I need to go. My daddy 's waiting for me."I fluttered my eyes as I gushed like a little lady friend."He 'll be so mad if I 'm previous. I ca n't help you. Sorry."

The cop with a mustache, his name tag indication murphy, seized my properly arm."Do n't baulk, miss."

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

"Placing you under stoppage for intuition of shoplifting,"he said.

"Shoplifting ?"I gasped and feigned innocence."I do n't have a go at it what you 're talking about."

"Miss, we 've seen the certificate footage of you walking out of pink Chic in the chick and top you stole off the rack. I bet that 's not the solitary matter we 're going to get that you 've stolen."

"So do n't dissent, miss,"said the officer with a goatee. His public figure tag read Lassiter."It would be a shame to sustain to ... suffer such a pretty thing."

This wicked shiver ran through me as Officer Murphy pulled both my wrists behind my back. He held my hands together while he pulled out his handlock. I gasped as the first of all cuff slapped on my right wrist. I felt the sting pain and then heard the ratcheting sound as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the early cuff on my left hand wrist, binding my paw together.

I trembled, arrested like a on-key bad girl.

"Oh, god, you have no melodic theme of the wicked matter I 've done,"I purred in the aphrodisiacal phonation I could. I could palpate the pussy juices dripping out of me, A drop landed on the base between my pes. My pick must be running down the vibrator.

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

"penalty,"growled officeholder Murphy.

I almost fainted in rapture.

The vibrator shifted around inside of me as the two cops marched me through the mall. Each one gripped my arm, their mitt so warm. I trembled between them, but not in fear. My pussy only grew hotter and hotter. My button ached, the lace of the crotchless panties brushing my trivial bud as I swayed my hips. My nipples rubbed into the slim down fabric of my crop top, sending tremendous tingles down to my pussy.

They were both so strong. So young and mighty. I licked my lips, feeling the pliant substance of the lipstick. My small tit quivered, their eyes falling on them as they jiggled in my too-tight top.

Our journey ended at a small-scale supplementary police station for the mall. Just a small waiting room no bounteous than a bus stop, a shoes for a couple of cop stationed at the mall to repay to on their breaks. It probably had a holding cell in there. I shuddered as Officer Murphy pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the enceinte threshold. It creaked open, my cunt gripping the vibrator as a wicked tingle raced through me.

"You got a name, hussy ?"asked military officer Lassiter as he led me through."A real one since adulteress is the unadulterated tidings for you, is n't it ?"

"Yes,"I moaned.

"We need your real name for the report,"Officer Murphy said, sighing.

"Then you 'll just deliver to make me utter,"I moaned as they opened a moment door onto a small interrogation way. There was a metal table in there, a pair of chairperson around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.

"Better pat her down,"said officer Irish potato."You want to look at high or low ?"

"senior high school,"said military officer Lassiter."Sluts got herself a pair of nice titties. Young and firm. I bet you 're not a day over eighteen."

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

I shuddered at the pinch of a man on my white meat. My nipple throbbed as he massaged his decoration into them. gasp and moans burst from my mouth as I trembled there. My twat clenched so hard on the vibrator. I swayed, my eyes fluttering, footling stars dancing across my visual modality as an electric rush nip through me.

policeman Murphy knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the fastening of my jeans chick. With a firmly Northerner, he ripped it down. He exposed my black pantie with their two words written in those bold, white letters. He chuckled, his hand stroking across the phrase.

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

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

"well face at that,"Officer tater said. He nudged the vibrator in my cunt, pushing it up inside me. I squealed and rose on my tiptoes for a second."I found what she stole out of A peeress 's Friend,"Officer Murphy said."She 's got a vibrator shoved up her cunt."

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

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

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

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

I trembled as officer Lassiter twisted and played with my nipples, massaging them as this incredible cloud nine surged out of my pussycat. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like nothing I 'd ever imagine. My finger's breadth twitched as my integral body trembled.

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

"That 's what you wanted to steal, huh ?"Officer tater asked, his fingers sliding around the buzzing shaft shoved in my cunt. His fingers stroked over my petals."Just wanted to get off, did n't you, Slut ?"

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

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

I gasped as he did n't take off my crop top—how could he with my work force cuffed—instead, he just ripped the movement open. The thin fabric tore while the sinew in his arms bulged. My pussy clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how warm he was. How powerful. I whimpered, realizing just how helpless I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whimper of delight burst from my lips as my cute tit jiggled before me. Then I groaned as military officer Murphy yanked down my bad missy scanty, sliding them down my pegleg until I was stepping out of them. I stood there nude, the vibrator buzzing in my bozo. to a greater extent drop of pussy juice dribbled from the juicy toy, splattering the cementum floor. My toes curled in my shoes as I whimpered and moaned, my head tossing back and Forth. My short, wild hair swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're hangdog of shoplifting, adulteress,"growled Officer potato. His hand planted into the eye of my back and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the table, my nipples kissing the cold, metallic open. I gasped at his potency as he pinned me there. Being helpless made me feel incredible. My fingers flexed, my wrist pulling at the metallic element cuffs.

He twisted the base of the vibrator again.

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

SMACK !

sting pain exploded across my ass. My twat clenched down so firmly on the buzzing rapture. The humming toy soothed away the stinging pain burning across my rump. I had n't been spanked since I was a picayune girl, I wished my pappa did it more often.

This was so exciting.

offer !

Officer Lassiter spanked his broad hand on my pull up stakes butt-cheek. That wondrous, stinging nuisance burned through me, only increasing the delight building my pussy. The vibrator carried me towards my orgasm so fast. I was out of control.

SMACK !

"Such a naughty, fucking slovenly woman !"

CRACK !

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

slap !

wisecrack !

hell dust !

wisecrack !

Their manpower fell over and over. There barely was a chance for the stinging bother to fade before the side by side spank landed. My kitty drank in the heating system, transforming it into rapture. It mixed with the buzzing delight rippling from that amazing vibrator. I whimpered and moaned, surging towards my orgasm.

SMACK !

"Filthy slut !"

sally !

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

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

SMACK !

CRACK !

My pussy convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after Wave of bliss flooded from my twat. Tsunamis of transport flowed through my torso. The rapture drowned my nous. Stars salvo across vision while shadow rippled around the sharpness. My carpus pulling against the cuff, adding another flare pain to the brawny spanks landing over and over on my naughty rump.

SMACK !

scissure !

Juices flowed hot, down my thighs, gushing out around the vibrator churning me up. Its humming surged walking on air through me that assorted with stinging nuisance, the two swirling together to create a storm interior of me. A tempest of arrant disco biscuit. It swept through me. Electrified me. My severe nipples rubbed against the cold steel of the interrogation table.

"I 'm a bad little girl !"I howled, the pleasure rippling through me over and over. It did n't stop. I just kept cumming and cumming. I could n't believe it. I had no idea that one orgasm could shed into another. My fumbling onanism had never delivered anything close to this bliss. This was the delight a bad girlfriend got to live.

The virginal rapture of being naughty.

SMACK !

CRACK !

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

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

SMACK !

"What are you suggesting ?"asked Officer Murphy.

Instead of the future spank, I heard the whisper of clothing. I blinked as Officer Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the other face of the interrogation board from the other cop, naked, his body all hard sinew. He seized my curt, blonde fuzz and yanked my question a few inches towards ...

His stopcock.

His dick bobbed before my mouth as it thrust before him. I opened wide-eyed, swallowing his beam of light as the vibrator churning up my convulsing cunt. My twat never stopped spasming around that vibrating toy, rapture after ecstasy sweeping through my torso.

I shuddered as the foremost ever dick entered my mouth.

I sucked hard. My cheeks hollowed about the cop 's prick. Precum spilled salty across my glossa. I whimpered, my burning ass clenching. This was so uncivilised. So naughty. I nursed on him with such hunger, reveling in this moment.

I heard clothing rustling behind me. Officer Murphy was stripping naked now. He was exposing that sinewy trunk of his. I just knew it. Would he bed my Virgo the Virgin twat with his hard cock ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my commencement pecker while I sucked on another tool ?

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

My anal gang widened to immerse it. The abuzz rapture buried into my bowels. A new walking on air flooded through me. I whimpered around Officer Lassiter 's big tool, sucking hard as I squealed.

policeman Murphy rammed his dick into my spasming twat.

Another orgasm outburst inside of me, my pussy writhing about the shaft taking my virginity. I had my first hammer in me. Thick and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my silky physical body as I squeezed my eyes shut. Such pleasure filled me, buzzing out of my asshole, rippling out of my slit, sparking from my tit rubbing on the cold table.

"Goddamn, this trollop knows how to suck cock,"growled ship's officer Lassiter.

"You should try her pussy !"groaned ship's officer Murphy."I 've never been in pussy this tight. Barely legal pussy is astonish !"

I moaned and whimpered around Officer Lassiter 's putz as officer Murphy fucked my spasming pussy. My asshole buzzed with the vibrator, rippling sensations melting down to my cunt stuffed full of the cop 's big cock.

It was incredible.

The pleasance just would n't give up. Wave after undulation of delight rippled through me as the two copper punished me. Every prison term ship's officer Irish potato slammed into my snatch, his crotch smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a piffling bit deeper into me. My finger flexed, my articulatio radiocarpea pulling on the cuff. They used me. They fucked my marriageable body with hunger.

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

I wiggled my hips, stirring my convulsing snatch around officer potato 's big dick. I wanted the cop spurting into my bitch. I wanted to feel that hot jizz splashing inside of me. I moaned, sucking with such desperate hunger on military officer Lassiter 's cock. slobber ran out of the quoin of my mouth, running over my chin.

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

"I 'm going to flood your mouth with my cum, you little whore !"His thorax swelled."You 're going to pledge it all down, are n't you, slattern ?"

I squealed around his dick.

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

I sucked so hard. I wanted to drink in his cum. I wanted to feel it spurting into my mouth. I sucked with such feverous hungriness. My bastard clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety flesh while ship's officer Murphy 's big stick rammed into my puss. climax after orgasm flooded through me.

It was the best in the world. Sex was awesome. My ass burned with every impact of Officer murphy 's crotch. He spanked me every prison term he fucked into my naughty cunt. I squealed, the manacle rattling as I trembled. My fingers twitched. My niggling nipples drank in the cold surface of the interrogation table. The wanton sounds of my blowjob mixed with the slap of flesh on flesh. The wicked noises echoed through the small query room.

The cops grunted and groaned as they used me. They plowed into me from both sides. My eyes squeezed shut, mavin dancing through the dark. My intellect drowned. How much Sir Thomas More of this could I take ? My pussy convulsing. Rippling and spasming. It was incredible.

"God fucking red cent,"officer Irish potato growled."What a stringent cunt. Oh, god, I ca n't learn much more of this pussy."

"nookie cum in her twat ! Just flood the little prostitute !"Officer Lassiter gripped my hair, pulling on it. ail flared in my scalp."Yes !"

He ripped his shaft out of my mouth and erupted. Pearly jizz splashed across my face. I felt it bathing me. He coated me in his passion. The cop grunted with each gust, the salty seed running down to my lips. My tongue flicked out, experiencing my first predilection of a man 's cum.

I loved it.

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

"Yes, yes, yes ! !"I howled."Cum on my face ! Use me like a fucking lady of pleasure !"

"God fucking damn,"military officer Lassiter panted, his mesomorphic breast uprising and falling. He sank down to the chair, his face flushed."Jesus, you know how to blow a cock."

"The fucking slut smuggles vibrators up her snatch ! What did you wait ?"officer tater slammed deep into me."Fuck !"

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

"Hell fucking yes !"he snarled and buried into me.

His Ball smacked into my clit.

pleasure exploded through me as his cum jetted into my twat. I felt his passion splashing against my depths. My pussy writhed about him as he unloaded spurt after squirt of jizz. The intense waves of exaltation swept through me as a man filled my nubile bitch with his seed.

I reveled in it. As police officer Lassiter 's succus dripped on my face, my cunt milked military officer white potato 's dick dry. His hand squeezed my hips, gripping me as he grunted with each blast. I loved it. He was filling me with all his jizz.

"Oh, yes, I was such a bad, bad lady friend, was n't I ?"I giggled."I seduced two fuzz to do it me while on duty."

Officer Lassiter chuckled.

"Goddamn, you are—"

The threshold opened, cutting off police officer Murphy.

"What are you two ..."The oceanic abyss voice of the starter trailed off.

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

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

Though he called the Black cop"Mac,"his name tag show Officer Washington. The Negro cop stared at me."What did the little slut bargain ? Your cum ?"

Officer Murphy chuckled."The dildo buzzing away in her prick, the apparel on the base, and who knows what else. She was on a minuscule crime spree before we caught her."

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

"Nope,"I moaned.

nip !

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

Officer Washington chuckled."She is a wicked, short skank, is n't she ?"

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

"Yet."The deeply rumble of Officer Washington 's words made my gut clench around on the buzzing vibrator.

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

I wanted to find out.

"Look at her wiggle,"said Officer Washington."Little, whiteness slattern wants my big, Black person dick reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

flavour ! !

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

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

It wanted to do such naughty, naughty things.

"Goddamn, she is eager for it,"Officer Washington growled.

"What you expect ?"Officer Lassiter asked. Then he chuckled.

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

I would. rightfulness beneath mama 's nose. I 'd be such a bad, bad girl.

Officer Washington ripped the vibrator out of my asshole and tossed the buzzing toy to the storey. It skittered and hummed, rattling as the engine kept churning away. I was suddenly bereft of all adept in my lower half. My whoreson clenched, my body shaking. I became so aware of the cold mesa beneath my physical structure. My low titties drank it in, my mammilla throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so prepare for it.

Strong hands snaffle my waist. They were huge, practically wrapping around me. I gasped as the black man lifted me up. He held me, my haircloth dangling before me. A drop curtain of cum fell from my Kuki-Chin and splattered on the tabular array. He pressed his dick between my butt-cheeks. He moved me, sliding my gap up his pecker until his tip pressed into my asshole. It was a thick, blunt cockhead.

I whimpered.

He was really going to get it on me up the ass with that freak. I whimpered, my asshole relaxed by the buzzing toy. I felt so unaffixed back there. I could do this. I could take—

"holy place fucking dogshit !"I howled as he did n't stuff me. Instead, he pulled me back. He impaled me on his dick.

My bastard flared in bother as it stretched encompassing enough to take his huge, blackamoor hawkshaw. He lanced so deep in me. My bowels clung to him, this burning warmth rippling through me. I bucked and squirmed, my fiddling breast jiggling beneath me. The cop grunted as my butt-cheeks pressed against his crotch. I could find his wiry pubic hair.

"Goddamn, White girl ass is the best."

I just whimpered, drooling, cum and spittle falling to the table as I moaned. It was incredible. My pussy was already spasming. Another sexual climax rippled through me, my bastard celebrating his monolithic dick filling me. Only a bad girl could submit a cock that huge back there without flinching. I rippled and writhed about them, squirming my hips, stirring myself around them as I dangled in his grip.

He gripped my waist tight and then fucked me up and down his cock like a life sex toy. Like I was his personal Fleshlight. I gasped and moaned, his prick pumping in and out of my asshole. My writhing flesh gripped him, the warmth flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the early two cops watched and chuckled. My moan echoed through the interrogation elbow room, my passion rippling about us. It was incredible.

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

Bright sparks exploded across my vision. My foreland tossed back and Forth. I groaned and gasped as he fucked me up and down his hammer faster and faster. I could feel his strength, his large fingers holding me. He practically encircled my waist with his two script. The world swung around me as he used me.

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

"All the White sluts do. They love my big, Shirley Temple Black dick stretching out their tight holes."

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

My pussy convulsed, juices and cum spilling down my thigh. My handcuff rattled. It felt so amazing. I gasped and squeaked and moaned as he worked his dick in and out of my asshole. I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling, my pleasure rippling about his dick. This was the best in the earthly concern. I never wanted this to end.

He groaned. I could assure he loved my asshole. He worked me up and down that big, pitch blackness shaft. My back arched, my footling tit jiggling beneath me. My pussy spasmed so severe, aching to be filled with anything. So covetous of my asshole.

The joy burned through my thoughts. An rapturous blaze devouring everything. His every plung in my motherfucker sent new sheet of blast racing through me. I burned. Ecstasy consumed me. I howled. Shivered. This was beyond any superstar I could guess. I was just his sex toy. His living fuck doll.

Then he fucked me.

As he slammed me down his cock, his hips rammed forward. I gasped at the shocking spank, pain flaring across my rump. I bounced forward, my bowels sliding up his cock as his blazonry held me loose now. It was like I was a swinging. His rose hip plowed into me backbreaking now. He pounded my SOB with even more vigor.

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

"Just punishing that tight, young ass !"he growled, drilling his pecker so hard into my bowels.

Thomas More coming than I could count blazed through me. They roared from one to the other, ecstasy enrapture in cloud nine and euphoria all swirling in a firestorm of passion. duskiness swallowed my vision. I howled. It was too much.

My senses could n't take it.

"God fucking shucks !"the cop roared.

The Negroid cop 's mettle fired in my arse. Dimly, at the boundary of my awareness, I felt the jolts of jizz pumping into me again and again. These hot stream of punk basted me. I trembled, loving him. My asshole writhed, milking his prick as he grunted.

I swayed through the shadow. The rapture buffeted me from every English. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in ecstasy. I felt something cool against me. My son of a bitch was hollow, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the interrogative sentence tabular array before me.

He fucked me so hard I 'd misplace it. Only a bad missy could experience that.

"Goddamn, what a slut,"panted officer American capital."That was a workout. Her ass was pie-eyed than a bankers fist."

"Only question, what are we going to do with the piddling lady of pleasure ?"said policeman Murphy."Still do n't sleep together her public figure. We got to spell this up in the news report somehow."

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

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

"True,"I said, straightening. So a great deal of policeman WA 's cum leaked out of my SOB. It ran down to my snatch, mixing with policeman white potato 's. police officer Lassiter 's jizz still stained my font."What 's gon na chance when your superiors find out you all fucked me. Are you going to exact that I 'shoplifted'your cum out of your balls ? That I got it in a bomb baster and just squirted it up in all my holes."

"We 'll clean house you up,"said Officer George Washington, his voice growing stiff.

I laughed. My handcuff Sir Ernst Boris Chain rattled."We both know that forensics will find even the diminutive trace of your jizz on me. Your DNA. How long will you be going to incarcerate for molesting an female prisoner ?"

Officer Lassiter swallowed.

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

"God fucking tinker's dam,"Officer Booker T. Washington groaned."Why does a whore always know when she has you by the balls ?"

I winked at him.

It was n't yearn before I was sauntering out of the shopping mall 's low police station wearing my bad female child panties, the vibrator shoved back up inside my cunt. I wore one of their police t-shirts, feeling naughty that I had their section logo printed across my tiny tits. It was sized for a kid, so it fitted me like a 2d skin. It showed off everything. I was going to revel being a bad girl.

Daddy would bed the new me. And so would all the former boys.

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The physical body chuckled. sexual morality was a smart as a whip achiever. It was so happy it had the musical theme to create these panties. Humans were such fun to manipulate.

Its Modern creation was ready. It was an interesting pair of panties. It was actually virtuous. A easy T. H. White, the waistband trimmed in ticklish lace, a individual countersign printed in princess-pink letters across the rump, each one drawn in a whirl of cursive.

Curious ?

The anatomy smiled. It was time to accept more fun. Another young lady needed another naughty pair of panties.

To be continued in the future story of Mind-Controlling panty ...