Mind-Control pantie

account quartet : Nubile Exhibitionist Delight

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to shadowmansc for beta recitation this !

The number rode the escalator to the third floor of the mall were belittled, but trendy, clothing depot lay. The sort of place that nubile, coed girls preferred to frequent. Just the sort of place the frame wanted to leave its special panties.

No one noticed as the figure passed through the security detectors that flanked the store 's entering. Nor did anyone pay attention as the pattern moved through the store. Though out of space, the figure was also nondescript. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the garish, tie-dyed panties in slender finger's breadth, it drew no attention. As the public figure passed the show of former panties, a grin spread on its sassing. Soon enough, the savage panties would attract the ripe miss.

Karenic Greene.

With a flick of its radiocarpal joint, the figure deposited its special universe, leaving behind the naughty surprise that would find young Karen.

Minutes later, after the chassis had slipped out of the store, Karen entered, her eyes flicking around at the clothes. She often wandered into the shop, staring at the trendy, and even naughty, clothing with enviousness. Not that she 'd ever had the braveness to wear out anything that revealed so lots pulp since she was a maid of honor for her first cousin 's wedding ceremony. Despite her anthesis body—her breasts were round and supple in her champaign bra on beneath her baggy jumper, her peg toned, and her rear bubbly—she did n't have the strength to show off her figure.

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

Her green middle flicked over the clothing while her black-market hair swayed about her shoulders. She would suspire from meter to time, spotting a skirt or a blouse or a loaded pair of jeans with a heart sewn on the rearwards pockets that she ached to wear. She wished she could muster the courage. She would swallow while rubbing her sweaty palm tree on her sweatpants. She ached to understood why she feared to establish off her body.

trench down she knew why. It was the boys. She did n't think she was gay since she did n't precisely discover boys disgusting. She just did n't want to get their care. She 'd never made the link to her shyness, but when she was younger, a boy named Oscar had ripped down her skirt and panties, exposing her on the schoolyard vacation spot. That embarrassment had stayed with her, the memory of all those boys pointing and laughing at her as she struggled to draw up her clothing and cover her childish body.

A X later, the aroused scar still held her back.

She sucked in a breath when she saw the pantie. They were so bright, almost glowing. They were a swirl of every hue imaginable, a tie-dyed masterpiece that almost mesmerized her. Her trembling hand reached out to caressed the cotton/polyester portmanteau. She stroked the textile until she came across the word. Each letter was a unlike color. Bright-blue, neon-green, hot-orange, cheap purpleness, sun-yellow, fuchsia, teal, cherry-red, and hot pink. Together they formed the word that made her shudder.

Colorful.

prickling raced through her as she caressed each varsity letter. The electric charge settled through her body, hardening her nipples and turning her twat into molten wetness. Finally, she 'd rule the bravery to buy something.

She snatched up the scanty and rushed up to the cash cash register. The salesgirl smiled and nodded. It was clear she approved of Karen finally buying something. Neither of them noticed that nothing rang up on the register when she scanned it nor that Karen only mimed giving any money. Both, however, seemed to cogitate a legal dealings had occurred.

The pantie were slipped into a discrete, Robert Brown bag with the fund 's logotype printed on the English in cute purpleness. With her prize clutched before her, Karenic scurried out of the mall.

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Karenic Henry Graham Greene

The next day, I stared at those colorful panties. I shuddered at finally finding the courage to buy something arch. Something better than the plain, boring panties I always wore. No one would hump, of course, but I would at least have made a footstep to escaping my shyness. I wanted to enclothe like the other girls. I did n't want to forever be gossiped about as being the burgeoning spinster. I was nineteen. I should n't be afraid to show off a little flesh.

I hoped this would be the start.

Just so long as Academy Award or Jermaine or Brian did n't yank down my skirt.

I shuddered, remembering that embarrassing day a decade ago on the playground of my elementary 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 scanty, the blend of hues merging from one fantastic shade to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the chill raced up my wooden leg. This electrified rush preceded the cotton panties as I pulled them high and higher up my thighs. I groaned, my spare chest swaying and jiggling. My nipples puckered hard while a fade warmth formed trench inside of me.

I felt so naughty as I seated the scanty against my black bush. The cloth gripped my rump, hugging it sloshed than any other duo of underwear ever had. They rode lower on my hips than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my bush to peek out of the girdle. I shuddered, a naughty ripple rushing through me.

I would be colored today.

That meant I had to find the staring outfit. I darted to my closet, my firm breasts heaving before me. I thrust it open, staring at the collection of my wear. I had to birth something that held some sum of vibrancy. A nervous whine groaned from me as I pawed through my water closet, the telegram 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 vesture I had n't worn in a few geezerhood hung. I gasped as I found a birthday nowadays from my mom when I was sixteen. It was back when she 'd tried to get me to dress a bit more"your age, Karen,"as she put it. I pulled it out, staring at the pink cloth. It had hardly any sleeve and it had been low cut when I was two years younger. Then, my titty were only budding.

Now ...

I pulled it over my headland. I gasped as the sloshed material caressed my skin before sliding over my boob. Over my nipples. I groaned at the material rubbing against my stub, that repelling sensation rushing throughout my eubstance. My center fluttered and my pussy clenched in scummy delight. What a howling sensation. Almost as exciting as masturbation. I felt juices soaking my coloured panties as I pulled the tight, pinko blouse down over my stomach. It left a few inch of pelt exposed and my nipples clearly stood out.

It was such a bold thing to wear.

I loved it.

"Now to get the perfect skirt,"I said, racking my genius for one.

After a moment, an idea struck me. I had a bridal dress that I had to wear for my cousin 's wedding party end year. The dame was so unretentive. I 'd almost conk when I had to bust it. And who had ever heard of a bridal dress that came in two piece ?

My cousin was weird.

Her wedding dress had shown off so a lot of her flesh, her boastfully knocker almost spilling out of the top. She was brave. Luckily, I still had my outfit. The annulus was in the garment bag buried in my closet. The putting surface skirt would wait so sexy with its satin shimmer attracting as a great deal tending 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 doll had this sleek spirit to it. It was clearly made of satin, something too exquisitely to normally wear to college. I wanted to be bluff. Colorful. I wanted everyone to look at me.

A dizzy surge rippled through me, an electrify tingle rushing out of my kitty as I stepped into the skirt. The framework rustled as I drew it up my second joint, my boob jiggling in my tight top. I groaned as I drew the fabric over my scanty. It was such a shame to obscure those colorful delights.

Now ready for shoal, I grabbed my Negroid backpack. Ugh, it was so drab. I hated pulling it on. My purse was n't any better. Why did I choose one in such an surly nicety of brown ?

Sighing, I headed downstairs, my doll swirling about my thighs, my breasts bouncing in my hot-pink top. I hit the hallway and rushed down them towards the front line room access. My female parent peeked out of the living room, wrapped up in a empurple neglige. She said,"Karenic ... My, that 's, um ... an worry 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 figurehead door.

"I just want to be bold. To finally disgorge my cocoon."

"wellspring, I 'm gladiola. I was getting a minuscule worried about you."

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

My pussy tingled with such excitement as I strolled to my college. I did n't stimulate forward with my shoulder joint slumped, my subdivision almost hugging me as if I did n't want the passing automobile and bicyclist to notice me. That I did n't want the former pedestrian to realize I was sharing the sidewalk with them.

Today, I sauntered with my back straight. I was practically thrusting my troll, firm titties out before me. They bounced while my satin skirt swirled around my second joint. The green framework had a wonderful play, almost rippling with varying hue of emerald. My contraband hair danced about my face, my backpack bouncing and my pocketbook swinging. I had such a jaunt to my step.

"Damn, is that you, Karen ?"asked Oscar as he approached from a side street. He was a tall guy was short, brown hair. I smiled at his powerful chassis, his berm liberal. He was on the football team, his Kuki chiseled.

"Yep,"loving his attention.

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

I was practically skipping now. I felt Oscar behind me, his eyes tracking the flowing apparent movement of my skirt. My black hair bounced about my shoulder joint, brushing my wan skin and the pink cloth of my blouse. My tit tingled, naughty shock and zaps shooting down to my pussy. My poor panties were just so wet.

It made me feel so repellant and naughty.

A part of me just wanted to flip up my skirt him how sexy my pantie were. The impulse grew and grew as I approached my college. I strolled up to the strawman doorway and shuddered as other son noticed me.

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

I beamed.

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

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

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

I rushed up the cement steps to the face door, my skirt swirling. This was the time. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top step, my men casually grabbed the material of my skirt. I gave it a quick jerk, making the textile flare up seemingly on its own. For a brief second, my tie-dyed panties flashed for all the world to see, those colorful letters on presentation. The Guy groaned while I smiled in delight.

My annulus settled down around me as I vanished inside the door. I ached to tint myself.

All the son were staring at me during the day. I loved their attention. But as the classes went by, their looks and hungry gazes started to dwindle. They still smiled at me, but they were getting used to me. I was colourful, but, honestly, it was only two different shades. garden pink and green were exciting, but my whisker was such a bland contraband, my purse was brown, and my backpack just felt ugly.

I had to go shopping after classes were over.

After quickly masturbating my juicy pussy to a mind-numbing coming in the girls'bathroom, I headed to the shopping mall, back to the store that gave me the courage finally dressed boldly. I needed a new bra, new top, new skirts. I needed accessories.

The one thing I did n't postulate was new step-in. I would wash off these tonight and make sure as shooting they were wise and ready for tomorrow.

I swept through the shop like a hurricane. I called my mother to let her know I was using the credit card she 'd given me for pinch. I told her I was buying a new press, and she was thrilled. She told me not to worry about spending too much, but to make myself well-chosen. She was such an awing mom.

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

When I got home base with my new supplies, I was so wet. I threw all my new clothes on my bed, spilling out all the colorful fabrics across my sheets. I rolled around on them nearly naked. I rubbed my pussy to another orgasm as I buried my cheek into my new neon-green bra. I smelled the framework while stroking my fingers up and down my panties, pressing the framework into my Virgin twat.

My juices soaked through my panties. They coated my digit. I screamed out my orgasm into the bra, cumming in mere seconds. I was just so commove for tomorrow.

I had bother sleeping that night. I was just so excited. I was energized. I had thrown my step-in in the wash before going to bed, then I snuck out to put them in the drier so they 'd be gear up for me in the dawning. Since I was bursting with vigor, I decided to take the time to get my hair done. Black would n't do at all.

I needed to be colored.

First, I had to bleach my whorl. It took two soaking with the hydrogen peroxide to get my hair light enough for what I wanted. Then I went to work. I dyed the properly half a lustrous cotton-candy wild blue yonder. The left side I made reddish. Such a bright and unnatural shadowiness. They looked so exciting together as they tumbled around my picket nerve. So much better than that drab, rude hue.

I had to be colorful for all the boys.

By the time my tomentum was dry, my alarm clock was going off. I was bore for college. I gathered my half cotton-candy-blue and half-cherry-red hair into Gemini pigtails. They fell down to my shoulder in downslope of bright sweetheart. I loved it. I grabbed my new clothing, starting with a green bra that I had rubbed against my face as I masturbated to my wonderful orgasm. I slipped it on and settled my vernal white meat into the cup.

I was giddy with fervor as I seized the bright-yellow crop top. I pulled it over, the thin, stretchable cloth leaving my diaphragm bare. It was so low cut it showed off the straps of my bra and the teetotum of the cups. The colors were so marvelous to designate off. humming, I stepped into my tie-dyed scanty, drawing them up as that chill rippled through me. I could n't help but shake my ass at my mirror, reading the letter despite them being backwards.

COLORFUL

Just thinking it made me squeal, my pussy already soaking my inadequate panties. I grabbed my new annulus, a deep, ample plum tree. I stepped into it and drew it up my branch. It hung low on my coxa, showing off the top my pantie to anyone, allowing the saturnalia of colour to be seen. side by side, I grabbed my hot-pink, knee-high wind cone. I pulled them on, loving the way my toes wiggled inside the knit-cotton embracement. Those put on, I could n't help oneself but spring around my room. I was hopeful and vibrant.

Everyone would observe me.

I snagged my backpack, a flash orange, and my new bag that was a delicious shade of blue green. I slid my pes into a twosome of mysterious, orange red heels before darting out of my sleeping room. I rushed down the stairs, my bold face haircloth dancing about my face. I felt so charge up. My breasts heaved in my new bra and in my low-cut top. I reached the bottom and darted for the front door.

"Oh, my gosh, Karen,"Mom said from the aliveness room, wearing the like boring, purpurate mansion robe as yesterday. It was only one color. How muffle."You really went ... all out."

"I 'm just so happy,"I said, wrenching open the figurehead room access."All the boys are going to find me today."

"I think National Aeronautics and Space Administration will notice you from space on their satellites,"Mom said."wellspring, I 'm glad to see you out of that shy phase. Have fun at college."

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

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

The fabric swayed back and forth, flashing glimpses of my panties. It was so abruptly that it would consume about zippo to get a peek at the tie-dyed pleasure beneath. I turned so many heads with my vibrant show. device driver watched, rubbernecking as they passed me. Guys groaned at the pot of me, their eye following the progress of my young and nubile body.

"piece of tail me,"groaned Oscar when he intercepted me."Karenic, wow. You look ... electrifying."

I beamed at him."Why thank you. You do n't think it 's too much ?"

He shook his headland, his mouth half open.

I felt his eyes on me all the way to my schooling. He could n't appear away. He wanted me so bad. I grinned, my pigtails dancing about my articulatio humeri, my backpack bounce on my backbone, my breast heaving. They wanted to get away my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow crop top. More and more boy were following me as I approached my college. Keith, a favorable guy with specs, pushed them up as he stared at me. Jermaine let out another moan, his helping hand rubbing across his shaved-bald head. Brian shook his shaggy mane of hair's-breadth as he groaned in delight.

I had their undivided attention.

My pussy was so juicy. My tit were so operose. I wanted to masturbate right there in the hallway. When I sat down during my social class, I kept my legs spread wide so everyone can see that damp post growing the crotch of my tight-died panties. I twirled my pigtails, twining colorful locks around my fingers while I licked my violet lips.

It was also amazing. So wonderful. But, as the day wore on, I noticed the male child 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 early girls. I wanted the son'undivided attention.

I wore so many people of color. What could I do that was well than this ?

I thought about that as I masturbated in the can after course. My little puff moans echoed around me as I tried to imagine the perfective getup to hold their attention forever. And then it hit me. I remembered coming across this interesting Twitch channel. On it was such a beautiful, youthful woman that made my slit feeling so tingly. She showed me a way I could make myself colorful.

After my orgasm, I googled where I could buy what I needed. Once again, I used my mom 's emergency credit card to buy the provision. My purchase were overweight, weighing me down as I rushed house, still attracting so lots attention to my boldface and vibrant outfit. I was so eager for tomorrow. I was so ready to transform myself.

When I got abode, I masturbated three times just thinking about it. My poor, lilliputian Virgin slit was just so sore. I set my alarm clock clock to go off super early, and then passed out in exhaustion.

I dreamed in colors. A never-ending kaleidoscope of reds, blues, greens, pinks, yellowness, oranges, purples, turquoise, sunshine, flame, pea green, silver medal, Au, aquamarine, violet, sapphire, deep red, and colors that I did n't even know the figure for filled my imagination. people of color that could n't exist in the real world.

The blaring shade of my warning device clock snapped me out of sleep. I bolted upright, smacked it off, and flew out of my bed. I snagged my two shopping grip, the supplies clinking inside as I darted naked out of my room. I burst into the bath.

I had three hours to work myself into the most colourful daughter ever.

I dumped out my supply upon the lavatory buffet, the minuscule jars of organic structure key rattling together. I 'd grabbed as many unlike hues as I could. I started wrenching open the lids, the waxy olfactory property filling my nose. The paints were all non-toxic. It was designed to be rubbed on your skin. To wrap up you.

I shuddered as I stared at my bare form in the mirror. My turn breast quivered, my pinko pap thrusting out hard. My skin was the same pale-beige tone with the occasional freckle and that gram molecule on my hip. I was all so boring. I had to be particular.

I plunged my finger into the first nicety. It was a promising neon Green. I coated my finger's breadth. I shuddered as I smeared it right on my belly. I groaned at the liaison. I worked it around, leaving a fun swirl.

I smiled at the feeling of it on my cutis, the key coating my soundbox. It hugged me. My provide hand darted into a nursing bottle of bass orange red. I scooped up a gracious glob of both digit and attacked my impart breast. I rubbed it into my flesh while a wicked tingle raced through me. I groaned as I covered my nipple in the naughty organic structure blusher.

My smile only grew as I attacked my frame with more of the colors. I rubbed bright orange onto my other nipple, completely covering that boring pinko. My smile grew as I slathered a hopeful plum across my forehead and then smeared a bluish green delectation down between my breast. My digit grew viscid with blusher. It splattered across the counter as I worked in a frenzy of initiation. I just let my instincts go.

I wanted to make a tableau.

I wanted my body to be the Lapplander riot of tie-dyed colors as my panties.

I groaned as I rubbed brilliantly yellow across the sass of my pussy. I shuddered, trembling. I was so glad I 'd shaved my pussy end night. It was all gone. No cruddy, black haircloth to get in the way of the fantastic yellow coating my vulva.

My clit throbbed as I bathed even it in nerveless paint.

I slathered pink and blueness and glittering gold on my rump, working my hands into my business firm butt-cheeks to relieve oneself a implike blend of coloring. I worked silver and goldenrod and a wonderfully burnt umbra across my face. I coated my neck. My thigh had a 12 different tone each, blending and swirling together. I coated my toes. The soh of my feet. I strained to rub blues and yellows and reds and oranges across my cover.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my physical structure from good and left, my naked breasts bouncing and heaving with every trend. They were so steady and perky, both beautiful with a gaga swirl of coloring reaching up to my knockout nipples. As the paint dried it gripped my skin. It felt so wonderful around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most colorful young lady in the world. Every boy would notice me now. They would see my fast slit painted bright yellow, my entrust nipple that marvelous spook of red, and my compensate nipple a bright Orange. The mix of chromaticity covered my breasts would attract their gaze as they bounced right hand and left. It all mixed with the dye in my hair. son who saw me from behind would see my butt-cheeks ripple and jiggling as I sauntered down the Hall, hypnotizing them with the blend of promising hues.

My cunt juices ran down my thighs. Luckily, the rouge required scoop to come off. My puss pick would n't melt it away. It would, however, add a delicious lambency to the kaleidoscope of hue decorating my inner thighs.

My blazonry were sore from the effort of coating my dead body, but I was beautiful.

The paint was dry just in time for me to go to my college. I grabbed my haversack and handbag, wishing I had time to dye them, too. But they were just appurtenance. The volume of my organic structure was transformed.

I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my particoloured breasts bouncing and panting, bare substructure smacking on the steps. My tongue licked across my rim, tasting the waxy flavor coating them. I hit the seat of the stairs and rushed for the door.

"Oh, Karenic, wow,"my mom said from the sustenance way. She was wearing that same, old, ho-hum house robe. Purple again ? If she was only going to wear down one coloring material at a time, she could at least pick a unlike one each day.

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

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

I grinned at her, my virgin 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 traffic accidents as I headed to my college. I was so colourful cars were drifting into other lanes they stared at me. brake squealed and motor horn honked. Some even climbed out of their cars to stare at me in awe. Pedestrians, men and women alike, gaped at my dead body. The char had such envy in their eyes, knowing they would never be as bright and colorful as me while the men salivated. They rubbed at their crutches, squeezing and kneading their knockout putz. That was how I knew I had their full moon attention.

"piece of ass me,"Oscar groaned when he saw me."sanctum fucking shit, you are a body of work of art, Karen."

I grinned at him as I sauntered down the street. My bare metrical foot smacked on the cementum sidewalk while my hip swayed, my ass flexing and jiggling. I felt his eye studying the swirling hues covering both my butt-cheeks.

I had such a powerful ache when I reached my college. I was so aroused. More and more boys were following me by then. Heath had to pull off his glasses and pass over the fog off of them when he saw me. He grinned as he joined the multitude, rubbing at his dick. right field before I reached the footstep to move into my schooltime, I could n't learn any more. I need to see proof that I was colourful.

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

"What ?"he groaned, his brown eyes wide.

I stared up at the jockstrap and moaned,"Show me the cogent evidence that you find me beautiful."

It clicked in his mind. His jean came undone faster than a flash. He shoved them down along with a couple of boxers dotted with meat. His cock popped out, thrusting thick from a stringy thatch of Brown University pubic hair.

I snagged Oscar 's gumshoe in my painted hand and pulled it towards my waxlike lips. With a hungry growl, I swallowed the tip and sucked on my first ever cock. He groaned as I nursed on him, my natural language sliding around the crown, gathering the salty sapidity of his precum.

He found me gorgeous !

I savored having Oscar 's cock in my oral fissure. I sucked on his peter with such hunger, my virgin pussy clenching. The Guy all moved in around me, staring at my colored body, my house breast jiggling as I bobbed my promontory. My dyed pigtails danced around my shoulders as my head teacher turned and turn, shifting my mouth around his peter. I rubbed the spongy tip against the roof of my mouth, my tongue, and my inside cheeks.

"Goddamn, Karenic,"growled Oscar."That 's it, suck my peter, you fucking whore."

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

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

"Just a beautiful raft,"moaned heath."Shit, I 'm about to burst right in my jeans.

"Why wasteland it ?"groaned Oscar."The picayune slut wants to please us all."

A holla erupted from the gathering boy. They were all staring at me. Hot pussy cream trickled down my painted thigh as I took more and to a greater extent of Academy Award 's putz in my sass. His cap reached the dorsum of my pharynx. I moaned and sucked and slurped on his hawkshaw. Drool ran down my chin. I made such terrible, wanton sounds.

I was bold. Bright.

I shoved my right wing deal down between my thighs. I rubbed at my yellow-painted pussy lips. My boiling emollient coated them as I slid my fingers through my juicy sheep pen. I brushed my hymen, my Virgo profundity begging to be penetrated. I sucked harder on Oscar 's prick, ripples of pleasure fluttering through me.

I found my clit and frigged my little push button. Oscar groaned as I sucked harder. He grabbed my dyed pigtails, clutching the colourful chain. He fucked my sassing. I gasped, his cock driving past my sass. I just had to sit there and let him use my mouth. He fucked his cock in and out of my oral pit like it was my cunt. It made my twat so wet.

"diddly-squat, you want it bad,"Oscar groaned."I 'm willing to pass you what you need, you bold, little slut."

"leave it to her !"mortal shouted from the watching crowd.

I was growing dizzy from all the watching eyes. They stared at me as I loved Academy Award 's putz. I sucked harder, frigging my clit while nursing on his big dick. more than and to a greater extent of his salty precum coated my natural language. A prevue for that creamy joy in his clump. My clit throbbed as I rubbed it, my orgasm building and building in me. I moaned around his prick. I caressed the spongy summit with my tongue as he plunged his prick over and over into my mouth.

My climax swelled the cheers rippled around me. I was called such filthy names.

"Wanton crud !"

"Tie-dyed whore !"

"Bold slut."

"flasher THOT !"

They stared at my bouncing hip, wiggling ass, and painted fingers dancing over my aching puss lips.

Academy Award growled, his face twisting with rapture. His blunt feature article were burning with his passion. He gripped my pigtails hard, slamming his tool all the way into the deepness of my rima oris. And then he groaned. He let out a cheap growl, his dick pounding in my lip. I squeezed my eyes shut as I realize how hot this was.

His hot cum spurted into my mouth.

As the salty flavor burst across my discernment buds, my snatch exploded in rapture. My finger rubbed at my clit as the delight rushed through me. Waves of ecstasy flowed through my tie-dyed body. My breasts shook as Academy Award ripped his cock out of my rima oris. His arcsecond attack splashed across my boldness as I swallowed his inaugural load of jizz.

"You are such a painted whore !"he snarled, his cum splattering across my face.

"Yes !"I howled, feeling his spunk covering my face. It ran hot down my cheeks and dribbled from my frontal bone. Some reached my lips, my tongue flicking out to bask more of that delicious taste.

My body bucked and heaved as everyone stared at me getting painted with a new color. The one gloss I had n't used. White. It was all colors combined in one. When you split Patrick Victor Martindale White twinkle in a prism, you got all the rainbow hues that adorned my body. And the best source for Stanford White was cum. It was all so authorise.

I shuddered as my orgasm peeked.

"I need More 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 crowd. I shuddered as his slide fastener rasped and his jeans'holdfast popped. His colored cock appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his knee joint behind me. His thick shaft smacked into my painted tail end. I groaned as he seized the spinal column of my head and shoved me down until I knelt like a bitch.

I whimpered as I felt his cock pressing into my Virgo folds.

"Fuck me !"I moaned."Mix up your pigment with my twat. Use my torso. I need you to cum on me !"

"You fucking boldface strumpet !"he snarled and thrust.

My maidenhead stretched and stretched before his rooster. There was a sharp jab of painfulness as my cherry popped. I gasped as his peter knifed into the untouched depths of my kitty. I groaned as his Black person shaft spread me broad and wider. My heading tossed back, my colored pigtails dancing about my face. transport surged through me as his balls smacked into my clit.

He drew back his big dick, my ruin frame clinging to him. I groaned as I felt so void with just his tip in me. He thrust back into me hard. His privates smacked into my colorful ass. The smacking on flesh on flesh echoed around us while all the son cheered him on. I groaned as his balls smacked into my clit over and over, heavy with his boy-paint.

That wonderful cum.

"Goddamn, this little ho is stringent,"Jermaine grunted as he thrust his peter 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 lip."Cum on, boys, my mouth is release ! ejaculate rouge my eubstance in your jizz ! You want to clothe me with your heart before the stallion student organic structure ?"

"God fucking shucks,"groaned Brian. The shaggy-haired boy fell to his knee before me, his bang rattling as he fumbled to undo it. Then he fished out his cock and aimed it at my mouth. I opened wide and groaned in delectation as he rammed it into me.

I had a cock in my pussy and in my mouth. Brian grabbed my pigtails, holding tight as he fucked me with the strength of a air hammer. My pussy clenched around Jermaine 's big, Black tool. I rocked between them, impaled on both their cocks. I was spit-roasted between them.

Such a bold thing to do. My hip joint wiggled, stirring my cunt around Jermaine 's dick while I sucked with all my might on Brian 's cock. My butt-cheeks rippled from the twinge wallop of Jermaine 's thrust. He rammed his pecker oceanic abyss and surd into me. He filled me over and over again. I groaned my pleasure around Brian 's dick while all the son shouted and cheered.

"Fuck the small painted loose woman !"

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

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

"Coat that hot bod in touchwood !"

It was fantastic. Out of the corner of my middle, I saw pants coming undone. tool appeared. I stroked them, fisting up and down their tool. I whimpered, my twat clenching around Jermaine 's big cock. His every thrust brought me closer and confining to orgasming, my clit drinking in the thudding encroachment of his operose glob. The boys were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lust. They were seeing how bold and lustrous and colorful I was.

I had all their attention.

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

"The short ho is desperate for it,"groaned Jermaine."Do n't occupy, slut, we 'll paint your body."

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

And then to my let loose delight, hot spunk squirted from my right wing. It splashed across my incline and dribbled down to my swinging bosom. The cum was so hot, it almost seared me. I savored it, loving that Elwyn Brooks White cream painting my body. The boy grunted, fisting his cock, squeezing out a last spirt of his seed.

"Fuck, person got a quick-trigger,"Jermaine growled.

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

I agreed. So hot. So naughty.

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

"Goddamn,"Jermaine groaned."I ca n't last often foresighted. Fucking cherry pussy. The best."

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

"corporate trust me, your little pencil dick will sense majuscule in her,"Jermaine grunted."Yes, keep working those hips, little ho. roll in the hay !"

Another boy erupted. His cum fired at me from my leftfield. It splattered across my back and pooled in the vallecula of my spine. My rump clenched as those abbreviated squirt puddled hot on my skin. I whimpered, my snatch squeezing down so hard on Jermaine 's cock. I moaned around Brian 's gumshoe. The Shirley Temple Black guy thrust deep into me. His orb smacked into my clit.

I orgasmed.

"Oh, shag !"Jermaine groaned, my spoil pussy spasming violent around him.

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

Jermaine grunted and then ripped his rooster out of my convulsing pussy. I felt so vacate, but then I groaned as Jermaine 's hot cum spurted across my rear. I enjoyed those hefty flack of chopper jizz painting my butt-cheeks. fantastic emollient dribbled into my fracture. I loved the viscid feel of his naughty paint. I shuddered and groaned, my orgasm sweeping through me as he unloaded more and more of his punk.

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

It was.

"Fuck, ca n't ... take ..."Brian moaned."red cent !"He ripped his turncock out of my oral cavity and fisted his shaft hard.

"Cum on me !"I moaned, looking at the pate 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 head. I felt the wonderful, pearly heart soaking my hair. I shuddered, trembling, twat cream running down my thigh as his thick spunk dribbled over my forehead.

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

Jizz splattered my left hip. It ran down my thigh, hot rivulets of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed to a greater extent of that grand color sprayed across my eubstance. I rose up, my breasts jiggling.

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

I groaned as St. Peter stepped up before me. He fisted his stubby cock then unleashed spurts of hot spunk. His come splattered across my perky breasts. I groaned, my fingers digging into my build as he coated me and all that wonderful spunk. I watched the pearly strands spill across my flesh. It dribbled down to my finger's breadth. I massaged his germ, rubbing it across my lush pitcher, coating me in pearly delight.

"I need more !"I howled."I have a twat. An bunghole. Use me !"

The son cheered in delight. They rushed towards me in a drove of frenzy rage. I trembled, so eager to be painted in all their cum. Heath, pushing up his glasses, was the first off to snap up me. He sank down on his back and yanked me atop him, his free hand holding his cock upright. I gasped as I impaled my slit right down his tool. My cum-coated tits heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure pleasure. Jizz dribbled down my dead body, that grand paint. My pussy clenched around heathland 's cock.

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

I gasped as his cock nuzzled between my cum-smeared cheeks of my colorful ass.

My butt-hole tingled as the tip of his dick pressed against it. My bitch clenched around Heath 's cock as Tim 's tool 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 pecker in my holes. Three cocks I had to get ready to paint my torso in that wonderful, pure coloration. I trembled, sucking on the prick in my mouth as I rose up Heath 's cock. At the Same time, Tim pumped away at my asshole. He drove his prick over and over into my gut. Velvety heat rippled through me while silken delectation surged out of my pussy.

Squealing around that dick in my mouth, I slammed down heath 's cock.

"Look at the footling ho go,"Jermaine groaned, stroking his Black cock glistening with my pussy juices."Damn, Karenic, you 're a fiddling freak."

A boldface, colorful freak.

I sucked and nurse my cock in my mouth as I rode Heath 's tool. Tim 's heavily tool pumped over and over into my SOB. The stimulating pleasance flowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my hips dancing from side to side of meat, my mother fucker squeezing down on Tim 's putz while my pussy gripped Heath 's shaft. The dual frictions mixed together inside of me, driving me wild.

Drool spilled over my mentum as cum dribbled down my body. Tim 's genital organ smacked into my ass as he drove his prick over and over into my bowels. I bounced on heathland 's putz, my clit 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.

"employment that cock, piffling ho !"

"God damn, you fucking slut, Karen !"

"Fuck !"

Hot derive splashed against my arm. It coated my shoulder and dribbled down towards my cubitus. I loved it covering me. I needed jizz to slush me everywhere. My pussy drank in the friction of heathland 's stopcock while my asshole gripped Tim 's cock as he pounded me backbreaking. I sucked with all my might on the peter in my mouth, loving being used by all these boys.

"What a fucking cyprian !"

Pearly jizz splattered into the back of my point, coating more than of my hair's-breadth. It ran down the back of my cervix and dribbling over my shoulder joint blades. I loved the feel of the hot kindling. It coated me in that wonderful color. The beauty of pearly jizz.

My orgasm built faster and faster. I had two cocks churning up my naughty holes while I nursed on the third. No other girl was this bold. Every boy loved me. They jerked off their rooster as they lusted for me, aching to conjoin the fun.

"Oh, damn !"the guy fucking my rima oris gasped. He ripped his cock out of my mouth and erupted across my face.

He showered me in his cum, my twat squeezing down on heath 's stopcock. That hot spunk bathed me. It ran across my particolored flesh as I hurtled finisher to my coming. 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 cock into my mouth, soaked in my sweet pick. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his Negro shaft. My twat squeezed around heath 's cock as my full body shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two different face. Two different boys were painting me in their warmth. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My kitty-cat convulsed around heath 's dick. My cocksucker spasmed around Tim 's hammering rooster. I bucked and writhed, working my fix up and down both their shafts. Intense waves of raptus flowed through my body. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine 's cock. I moaned and whimpered, sensation dancing before my eyes. My mess writhed and convulsed on their amazing hammer. I whimpered, my hips wiggling from side to side. My flesh milked them, bring them close-fitting and closer to erupting. I wanted to be painted in so lots spunk.

exaltation drowned my mind.

"piece of ass kinky slovenly woman !"snarled Tim."Goddamn, your bastard is going barbarian around my turncock. screwing !"

He ripped out of my asshole. The first squirt of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost aright on my vertebral column. I felt the jizz running hot down my skin as more and more spirt splashed on my figure. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my consistence, making me feel so risque and wild.

My puss spasmed hard about Heath 's cock. My mind melted, my orgasm still writhing through me. I whimpered about Jermaine 's dick as Tim rammed into my son of a bitch. His turncock was even thicker than Tim 's. He grunted, heavy balls smacking into my anatomy as he plunged into my asshole.

"Fuck, screw, piece of tail !"he growled. Then he ripped his peter out of my asshole and spurted frothy cum onto my body."Such a shag whore !"

It was all such a blur. I do n't bed how tenacious I rode heathland 's peter, did n't have it away how many tool had fucked my asshole and oral cavity, before that nerd finally erupted into my pussy. His jizz spurted hot into my spasming cunt while the boy spurted jizz on me from every slope. I groaned and trembled, loving that even the inside of my slit was getting basted with the creamy paint.

"Karen !"snarled the nerd as he filled my snatch with more than squirt of jizz."This is incredible !"

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

They made me into a masterpiece.

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

I had a huge grin on my human face as every boy paid aid to me all day. Even the teachers. Every man who witnessed me gained intemperate peter that needed relief. Luckily, there was always a new spot of my organic structure that needed to be painted. Unlike the organic structure paint, cum did n't final stage long.

I was going to make to be a meddlesome, busy young lady to stay colorful.

Good thing the payoff were worth it. I could n't hold off. Smiling, I spotted a cock that needed my attention."Pussy, asshole, or mouth ?"

The guy grinned.

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The design chuckled. The latest distich of panties was a smashing success. The pattern had no idea the latest pair would go over so well. It glanced down at the fresh panties lying on the desk. Compared to the Colorful one, this pair was subdued.

total darkness, a bit of lacing around the waistband, and two words printed across the ass in big, bold, white letters.

"Bad Girl."

There was one more accession. The image stroked down to the gusset. They were crotchless, lace surrounding the slit giving access code to the wearer 's puss. The figure smiled. Where would be the proficient plaza to leave these panties ? The build chuckled again as the stark dapple clicked in its mind.

Rising, the figure snatched up its creation and left its workshop behind.

To be continued in the future fib of Mind-Controlling Panties ...