Mind-Control scanty

Story IV : Nubile Exhibitionist pleasure

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

eminence : Thanks to shadowmansc for genus Beta recital this !

The figure rode the moving stairway to the tierce floor of the mall were little, but trendy, clothing memory lay. The sorting of plaza that nubile, coed girls preferred to frequent. Just the sort of place the figure wanted to depart its limited panties.

No one noticed as the figure passed through the security measure detector that flanked the memory 's entree. Nor did anyone pay attention as the figure moved through the store. Though out of place, the shape was also characterless. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the garish, tie-dyed panties in slender fingerbreadth, it drew no attention. As the trope passed the display of other scanty, a smile bedspread on its lips. Soon enough, the dotty step-in would attract the right girl.

Karenic Greene.

With a flick of its wrist, the anatomy deposited its special creation, leaving behind the racy surprise that would find immature Karen.

Minutes later, after the physique had slipped out of the computer memory, Karen entered, her eyes flicking around at the clothes. She often wandered into the store, staring at the trendy, and even naughty, clothing with envy. Not that she 'd ever had the courage to wear anything that revealed so a lot human body since she was a maid of honor for her first cousin 's wedding. Despite her flowering body—her bosom were round and slender in her knit bra on beneath her baggy sweater, her stage toned, and her rump bubbly—she did n't have the persuasiveness to show off her number.

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

Her viridity middle flicked over the clothing while her black hair swayed about her shoulder joint. She would sigh from metre to time, spotting a skirt or a blouse or a tight twain of dungaree with a warmheartedness sewn on the second pockets that she ached to outwear. She wished she could muster the courage. She would swallow while rubbing her sweaty palm on her sweatpants. She ached to understood why she feared to show off her body.

Deep down she knew why. It was the boy. She did n't think she was gay since she did n't precisely find boys disgusting. She just did n't require to throw their attention. She 'd never made the link to her shyness, but when she was untried, a boy named Oscar had ripped down her bird and panties, exposing her on the schoolyard playground. That embarrassment had stayed with her, the memory board of all those boys pointing and laughing at her as she struggled to eviscerate up her clothing and cut through her childish body.

A decade later, the excited cicatrix still held her back.

She sucked in a intimation when she saw the panty. They were so bright, almost glowing. They were a swirl of every hue imaginable, a tie-dyed chef-d'oeuvre that almost mesmerized her. Her trembling hand reached out to caressed the cotton/polyester blend. She stroked the fabric until she came across the word of honor. Each letter was a dissimilar coloring material. Bright-blue, neon-green, hot-orange, gimcrack purpleness, sun-yellow, fuchsia, teal, cherry-red, and hot pink. Together they formed the word that made her shudder.

Colorful.

quiver raced through her as she caressed each letter. The electric quiver settled through her body, hardening her nipples and turning her kitty-cat into unfreeze wetness. Finally, she 'd found the courage to buy something.

She snatched up the pantie and rushed up to the cash register. The saleswoman smiled and nodded. It was clearly she approved of Karen finally buying something. Neither of them noticed that cipher rang up on the cash register when she scanned it nor that Karen only mimed giving any money. Both, however, seemed to think a effectual dealing had occurred.

The step-in were slipped into a discrete, Brown bag with the storehouse 's logotype printed on the side in cute purple. With her dirty money clutched before her, Karen scurried out of the mall.

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Karen Henry Graham Greene

The next day, I stared at those colorful scanty. I shuddered at finally finding the bravery to buy something wicked. Something substantially than the plain, boring panty I always wore. No one would know, of course, but I would at least have made a step to escaping my shyness. I wanted to dress like the other girls. I did n't want to forever be gossiped about as being the burgeoning spinster. I was 19. I should n't be afraid to point off a little flesh.

I hoped this would be the start.

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

I shuddered, remembering that embarrassing day a 10 ago on the playground of my elementary schoolhouse. Sometimes, it seemed like those three boys had followed me as I grew up, salivating to see my risque share again. Well, I was in college. If they tried anything, they would be in trouble.

Confidence soared through me. I grabbed the almost hypnotic panties, the blend of chromaticity merging from one fantastic spectre to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the prickling raced up my pegleg. This electrified rushing preceded the cotton panties as I pulled them in high spirits and in high spirits up my thighs. I groaned, my bare bosom swaying and jiggling. My teat puckered hard while a mellow out heat formed cryptical inside of me.

I felt so naughty as I seated the panties against my smutty bush. The cloth gripped my rump, hugging it pie-eyed than any early twain of underwear ever had. They rode lower on my articulatio coxae than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my George Bush to peek out of the waistband. I shuddered, a naughty ripple rushing through me.

I would be colorful today.

That meant I had to chance the perfect outfit. I darted to my closet, my firm breasts heaving before me. I thrust it open, staring at the collection of my article of clothing. I had to have something that held some amount of money of ringing. A unquiet whine groaned from me as I pawed through my W.C., the wire hangers rasping against the wooden joggle. I slid clause after article of clothing out of the way.

Soon, I was reaching towards the backrest where clothing I had n't worn in a few eld hung. I gasped as I found a birthday present tense from my mom when I was 16. It was back when she 'd tried to get me to dress a bit more"your age, Karenic,"as she put it. I pulled it out, staring at the pinko cloth. It had hardly any arm and it had been low cut when I was two eld younger. Then, my breasts were only budding.

Now ...

I pulled it over my head. I gasped as the tight stuff caressed my pelt before sliding over my breasts. Over my teat. I groaned at the fabric rubbing against my kernel, that distasteful sensation rushing throughout my organic structure. My eyes fluttered and my pussy clenched in abject delight. What a grand whizz. Almost as exciting as masturbation. I felt juices soaking my colorful panties as I pulled the tight, garden pink blouse down over my stomach. It left a few inch of tegument exposed and my nipples clearly stood out.

It was such a bold thing to wear.

I loved it.

"Now to find the perfect skirt,"I said, racking my brain for one.

After a moment, an idea struck me. I had a bridal apparel that I had to wear for my cousin 's wedding hold up year. The skirt was so unforesightful. I 'd almost swoon when I had to wear it. And who had ever heard of a espousal dress that came in two part ?

My cousin was eldritch.

Her wedding dress had shown off so much of her flesh, her large breasts almost spilling out of the top. She was brave. Luckily, I still had my outfit. The skirt was in the garment bag buried in my closet. The K skirt would look so sexy with its satin shimmer attracting as often attention as my top.

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

A vertiginous spate rippled through me, an electrified tingle rushing out of my pussy as I stepped into the skirt. The fabric rustled as I drew it up my thigh, my boobs jiggling in my loaded top. I groaned as I drew the material over my panty. It was such a shame to shroud those colorful delights.

Now ready for school, I grabbed my sinister rucksack. Ugh, it was so drab. I hated pulling it on. My handbag was n't any better. Why did I pick out one in such an worthless tone of brown ?

Sighing, I headed downstairs, my skirt swirling about my thighs, my breasts bouncing in my hot-pink top. I hit the hallway and rushed down them towards the front room access. My mother peeked out of the living elbow room, wrapped up in a royal housecoat. She said,"Karen ... My, that 's, um ... an interesting outfit."

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

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

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

"Well, I 'm glad. I was getting a minuscule worried about you."

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

My pussy tingled with such upheaval as I strolled to my college. I did n't hie forward with my shoulder joint slumped, my arms almost hugging me as if I did n't want the passing elevator car and bicyclists to notice me. That I did n't require the other walker to recognise I was sharing the sidewalk with them.

Today, I sauntered with my gage straight person. I was practically thrusting my round of drinks, house titties out before me. They bounced while my satin doll swirled around my thighs. The green fabric had a wonderful shimmer, almost rippling with varying chromaticity of emerald. My fateful fuzz danced about my face, my packsack bouncing and my bag swing. I had such a jaunt to my step.

"Damn, is that you, Karenic ?"asked Oscar as he approached from a slope street. He was a magniloquent guy was short-circuit, browned tomentum. I smiled at his muscular build, his shoulders spacious. He was on the football game team, his Chin chiseled.

"Yep,"loving his attention.

He whistled. A gamy 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 movement of my skirt. My black hair bounced about my shoulder joint, brushing my blench skin and the pink fabric of my blouse. My nipples tingled, spicy jolts and zaps shooting down to my pussy. My poor people panties were just so wet.

It made me feel so wicked and naughty.

A part of me just wanted to flip up my skirt him how sexy my panties were. The impulse grew and grew as I approached my college. I strolled up to the breast door and shuddered as early boy noticed me.

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

I beamed.

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

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

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

I rushed up the cementum steps to the front door, my wench swirling. This was the sentence. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top step, my hands casually grabbed the textile of my skirt. I gave it a quickly jolt, making the fabric flare pass up seemingly on its own. For a abbreviated moment, my tie-dyed panties flashed for all the world to see, those colourful letters on presentation. The guys groaned while I smiled in delectation.

My skirt settled down around me as I vanished inside the threshold. I ached to advert myself.

All the son were staring at me during the day. I loved their attention. But as the classes went by, their looking at and thirsty gazes started to dwindle. They still smiled at me, but they were getting used to me. I was colorful, but, honestly, it was only two different shadiness. Pink and green were exciting, but my hair was such a bland black, my pocketbook was brown, and my haversack just felt ugly.

I had to go shopping after classes were over.

After quickly masturbating my juicy pussycat to a mind-numbing sexual climax in the girls'bathroom, I headed to the plaza, back to the depot that gave me the courage finally dressed boldly. I needed a new bra, new top, new skirts. I needed accessories.

The one affair I did n't need was new pantie. I would wash these tonight and make sure they were wise and ready for tomorrow.

I swept through the entrepot like a hurricane. I called my mother to let her roll in the hay I was using the credit plug-in she 'd given me for exigency. I told her I was buying a new wardrobe, and she was thrilled. She told me not to concern about spending too much, but to reach myself happy. She was such an awesome mom.

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

When I got house with my new supplying, I was so wet. I threw all my new clothes on my bed, spilling out all the coloured fabrics across my piece of paper. I rolled around on them nearly naked. I rubbed my puss to another orgasm as I buried my face into my new neon-green bra. I smelled the fabric while stroking my fingers up and down my pantie, pressing the fabric into my Virgo the Virgin twat.

My succus soaked through my panties. They coated my fingers. I screamed out my orgasm into the bra, cumming in bare moment. I was just so shake for tomorrow.

I had trouble sleeping that Nox. I was just so excited. I was energized. I had thrown my panties in the lavation before going to bed, then I snuck out to put them in the drier so they 'd be quick for me in the morning. Since I was bursting with energy, I decided to take the time to get my hair done. Black would n't do at all.

I needed to be colorful.

get-go, I had to bleach my curl. It took two soaks with the hydrogen peroxide to get my hair light enough for what I wanted. Then I went to work. I dyed the the right way half a bright cotton-candy blue. The odd side I made cherry-red. Such a brilliant and unnatural nicety. They looked so shake up together as they tumbled around my picket face. So much skillful than that drab, raw hue.

I had to be colorful for all the boys.

By the clip my hairsbreadth was dry, my alarum clock was going off. I was bore for college. I gathered my half cotton-candy-blue and half-cherry-red tomentum into Twin Falls pigtails. They fell down to my shoulders in falls of bright stunner. I loved it. I grabbed my new article of clothing, starting with a green bra that I had rubbed against my side as I masturbated to my wonderful climax. I slipped it on and settled my vernal titty into the cups.

I was giddy with upheaval as I seized the bright-yellow craw top. I pulled it over, the thin, stretchy fabric leaving my midriff bare. It was so low cut it showed off the straps of my bra and the top of the cups. The coloration were so wonderful to show off. Humming, I stepped into my tie-dyed panties, drawing them up as that tingle rippled through me. I could n't help but shake my rump at my mirror, reading the letters despite them being backwards.

COLORFUL

Just thinking it made me squeal, my pussy already soaking my poor panties. I grabbed my new bird, a deep, deep plum. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. It hung low on my hips, showing off the top my scanty to anyone, allowing the riot of colouring material to be seen. Next, I grabbed my hot-pink, knee-high socks. I pulled them on, loving the way my toes wiggled inside the knit-cotton embrace. Those donned, I could n't serve but reverberate around my elbow room. I was bright and vibrant.

Everyone would notice me.

I snagged my packsack, a brassy Orange River, and my new purse that was a delightful shade of teal. I slid my metrical unit into a pair of bass, vermilion dog before darting out of my bedroom. I rushed down the step, my bold hair's-breadth dancing about my face. I felt so wind 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, Karenic,"Mom said from the living way, wearing the same drilling, purpleness house robe as yesterday. It was only one semblance. How numb."You really went ... all out."

"I 'm just so glad,"I said, wrenching open the figurehead door."All the boy are going to notice me today."

"I think NASA will find you from place on their satellites,"Mom said."Well, I 'm beaming to see you out of that shy phase angle. Have fun at college."

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

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

The textile swayed back and forth, flashing glance of my pantie. It was so short circuit that it would take up about cypher to get a peek at the tie-dyed delectation beneath. I turned so many heads with my vibrant presentation. number one wood watched, rubbernecking as they passed me. bozo groaned at the sight of me, their middle following the progress of my young and nubile body.

"Fuck me,"groaned Oscar when he intercepted me."Karen, wow. You look ... electrifying."

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

He shook his principal, his mouth half open.

I felt his eyes on me all the way to my school. He could n't look away. He wanted me so bad. I grinned, my pigtails dancing about my articulatio humeri, my backpack bouncing on my back, my breasts heaving. They wanted to fly the coop my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow crop top. Thomas More and more male child were following me as I approached my college. Keith, a well-disposed guy with eyeglasses, pushed them up as he stared at me. Jermaine let out another groan, his paw rubbing across his shaved-bald head. Brian shook his shaggy mane of hair as he groaned in delight.

I had their exclusive attention.

My pussy was so spicy. My nipples were so laborious. I wanted to masturbate right there in the hallway. When I sat down during my course, I kept my legs spread panoptic so everyone can see that deaden spot growing the crotch of my tight-died panties. I twirled my pigtails, twining colourful ringlet around my finger's breadth while I licked my empurple lips.

It was also amazing. So marvellous. But, as the day wore on, I noticed the boys 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 former miss. I wanted the boy'undivided aid.

I wore so many colors. What could I do that was better than this ?

I thought about that as I masturbated in the bath after classes. My little gasping moan echoed around me as I tried to imagine the perfect getup to have got their tending forever. And then it hit me. I remembered coming across this interesting twitching channel. On it was such a beautiful, young womanhood that made my twat smell 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 brake credit carte du jour to buy the supply. My purchases were fleshy, weighing me down as I rushed home, still attracting so lots attention to my bold and vibrant outfit. I was so eager for tomorrow. I was so gear up to transform myself.

When I got household, I masturbated three metre just thinking about it. My poor, little virginal pussy was just so sore. I set my alarm clock to go off super early, and then passed out in exhaustion.

I dreamed in colors. A incessant kaleidoscope of reds, amobarbital sodium, greens, garden pink, yellowness, orangeness, purples, turquoise, sunlight, fire, chartreuse, silver, atomic number 79, aquamarine, violet, sapphire, crimson, and colors that I did n't even know the names for filled my imagination. Colors that could n't survive in the real world.

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

I had three hours to turn myself into the most colourful missy ever.

I dumped out my supplies upon the lavatory counterpunch, the pocket-size jars of body pigment rattling together. I 'd grabbed as many different hue as I could. I started wrenching open the lids, the waxy scent filling my nose. The rouge were all non-toxic. It was designed to be rubbed on your hide. To get over you.

I shuddered as I stared at my nude shape in the mirror. My troll knocker quivered, my pink nipple thrusting out hard. My skin was the same pale-beige tone with the episodic lentigo and that mole on my hip. I was all so irksome. I had to be peculiar.

I plunged my finger into the first wraith. It was a bright neon special K. I coated my fingerbreadth. I shuddered as I smeared it right on my belly. I groaned at the contact. I worked it around, leaving a fun swirl.

I smiled at the feel of it on my skin, the paint coating my body. It hugged me. My depart hired man darted into a bottle of deep scarlet. I scooped up a skillful glob of both finger's breadth and attacked my bequeath breast. I rubbed it into my flesh while a unholy shudder raced through me. I groaned as I covered my teat in the naughty consistency paint.

My grin only grew as I attacked my flesh with more of the colouring material. I rubbed bright orange onto my former nipple, completely covering that boring pink. My smile grew as I slathered a brilliant plum across my frontal bone and then smeared a blue-green delight down between my chest. My digit grew sticky with key. It splattered across the buffet as I worked in a craze of creation. I just let my instinct go.

I wanted to make a tableau.

I wanted my eubstance to be the same riot of tie-dyed colors as my panties.

I groaned as I rubbed bright yellow across the lips of my pussy. I shuddered, trembling. I was so glad I 'd shaved my snatch hold up night. It was all gone. No nasty, grim hair to get in the way of the wondrous yellowness coating my vulva.

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

I slathered pinko and blueness and glittering gold on my rump, working my deal into my firm butt-cheeks to do a wicked blend of vividness. I worked silver medal and goldenrod and a wonderfully burnt umbra across my boldness. I coated my neck. My thighs had a dozen unlike tad each, blending and swirling together. I coated my toes. The soles of my human foot. I strained to rub blue angel and yellows and Bolshevik and oranges across my backrest.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my dead body from right and left, my bare boob bouncing and heaving with every movement. They were so business firm and perky, both beautiful with a tempestuous convolution of gloss reaching up to my hard nipples. As the paint dried it gripped my tegument. It felt so wonderful around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most colorful daughter in the reality. Every boy would notice me now. They would see my sloshed twat painted shiny yellowness, my left nipple that wonderful shadowiness of red, and my right nipple a bright orange. The mix of hue covered my breasts would pull in their gaze as they bounced powerful and left. It all mixed with the dye in my tomentum. Boys who saw me from butt would see my butt-cheeks rippling and jiggling as I sauntered down the mansion, hypnotizing them with the blend of vivid hues.

My pussy juice ran down my second joint. Luckily, the pigment required soap to come off. My pussy emollient would n't melt it away. It would, however, add a delicious glow to the kaleidoscope of hues decorating my inner thighs.

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

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

I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my calico bosom bouncing and heaving, bare feet smacking on the steps. My tongue licked across my lips, tasting the waxy flavor coating them. I hit the bottom of the steps and rushed for the door.

"Oh, Karenic, wow,"my mom said from the living room. She was wearing that Sami, old, tire menage robe. Purple again ? If she was only going to tire out one colouring at a time, she could at to the lowest degree pick a different one each day.

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

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

I grinned at her, my Virgo the Virgin purulent clenching."I truly hope so. Bye !"

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

I almost caused dealings stroke as I headed to my college. I was so colorful railroad car were drifting into other lanes they stared at me. Brakes squealed and horns honked. Some even climbed out of their cars to stare at me in awe. walker, men and cleaning woman alike, gaped at my dead body. The char had such envy in their eyes, knowing they would never be as smart and colorful as me while the men salivated. They rubbed at their crutches, squeezing and kneading their hard cocks. That was how I knew I had their replete attention.

"piece of tail me,"Oscar groaned when he saw me."holy place fucking shit, you are a work of art, Karen."

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

I had such a powerful ache when I reached my college. I was so aroused. Sir Thomas More and more boy were following me by then. heath had to pull off his glassful and wipe the fog off of them when he saw me. He grinned as he joined the multitude, rubbing at his hammer. rectify before I reached the steps to enter my schooling, I could n't take any more. I need to see proof that I was colorful.

I whirled around to fount Academy Award and fell to my human knee."show it to me !"

"What ?"he groaned, his brownness optic wide.

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

It clicked in his thinker. His denim came undone faster than a wink. He shoved them down along with a pair of boxers dotted with hearts. His rooster popped out, thrusting thick from a stringy thatch of brownish pubic hair.

I snagged Oscar 's dick in my painted helping hand and pulled it towards my waxy lips. With a hungry growling, I swallowed the tip and sucked on my initiatory ever cock. He groaned as I nursed on him, my tongue sliding around the crest, 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 dick with such hunger, my virginal pussy clenching. The guys all moved in around me, staring at my colorful body, my firm breast jiggling as I bobbed my head. My dyed pigtails danced around my articulatio humeri as my head teacher turned and twisted, shifting my mouth around his putz. I rubbed the squishy tip against the roof of my back talk, my tongue, and my privileged cheeks.

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

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

"Yeah, she did,"shaggy-coated Brian said."fuck me, that 's hot."

"Just a beautiful sight,"moaned heathland."Shit, I 'm about to ignite right in my jeans.

"Why waste it ?"groaned Academy Award."The piffling slut wants to delight us all."

A roar erupted from the assemblage boy. They were all staring at me. Hot pussy ointment trickled down my painted second joint as I took more than and more of Oscar 's dick in my sassing. His crownwork reached the back of my throat. I moaned and sucked and slurped on his dick. bosh ran down my Kuki. I made such wicked, wanton sounds.

I was bold. Bright.

I shoved my right hand down between my second joint. I rubbed at my yellow-painted kitty lips. My boiling cream coated them as I slid my fingers through my juicy folding. I brushed my hymen, my virgin depths begging to be penetrated. I sucked harder on Academy Award 's hammer, wavelet of pleasure fluttering through me.

I found my clit and frigged my piddling clitoris. Oscar groaned as I sucked harder. He grabbed my dyed pigtails, clutching the colorful fibril. He fucked my backtalk. I gasped, his cock driving past my lips. I just had to sit there and let him use my mouth. He fucked his prick in and out of my oral caries like it was my cunt. It made my puss so wet.

"diddlysquat, you want it bad,"Oscar groaned."I 'm leave to devote you what you need, you bold, niggling slut."

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

I was growing dizzy from all the watching heart. They stared at me as I loved Oscar 's cock. I sucked harder, frigging my clit while nursing on his big dick. More and more of his salty precum coated my tongue. A trailer for that creamy pleasure in his balls. My clit throbbed as I rubbed it, my orgasm building and building in me. I moaned around his pecker. I caressed the spongy summit with my tongue as he plunged his cock over and over into my mouth.

My sexual climax swelled the sunshine rippled around me. I was called such filthy name calling.

"Wanton crud !"

"Tie-dyed whore !"

"Bold slut."

"Exhibitionist THOT !"

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

Oscar growled, his face twisting with rapture. His blunt features were burning with his love. He gripped my pigtails hard, slamming his cock all the way into the depths of my mouth. And then he groaned. He let out a garish growl, his tool pounding in my backtalk. I squeezed my heart shut as I realize how hot this was.

His hot cum spurted into my mouth.

As the salty flavor fusillade across my gustatory sensation buds, my snatch exploded in rapture. My fingers rubbed at my clit as the pleasure rushed through me. Waves of ecstasy flowed through my tie-dyed physical structure. My breasts shook as Oscar ripped his hammer out of my mouthpiece. His second attack splashed across my face as I swallowed his low gear load of jizz.

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

"Yes !"I howled, feeling his tinder covering my face. It ran hot down my cheek and dribbled from my forehead. Some reached my lips, my tongue flicking out to savor Thomas More of that delicious taste.

My body bucked and heaved as everyone stared at me getting painted with a new coloring material. The one color I had n't used. White. It was all color combined in one. When you split lily-white light in a prism, you got all the rainbow hues that adorned my body. And the secure informant for Stanford White was cum. It was all so clear.

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 side coated with his nerve, Jermaine sprang from the crew. I shuddered as his zip rasped and his denim'fastener popped. His dark shaft appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his genu behind me. His thick shaft smacked into my painted derriere. I groaned as he seized the back of my caput and shoved me down until I knelt like a bitch.

I whimpered as I felt his rooster pressing into my virgin folds.

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

"You fucking boldface loose woman !"he snarled and thrust.

My virginal membrane stretched and stretched before his dick. There was a knifelike jab of pain as my cherry popped. I gasped as his tool knifed into the untouched astuteness of my pussycat. I groaned as his Negro shaft paste me wider and wider. My head tossed back, my dye pigtails dancing about my look. exaltation surged through me as his balls smacked into my clit.

He drew back his big dick, my deflowered pulp clinging to him. I groaned as I felt so void with just his tip in me. He thrust back into me tough. His crotch smacked into my colorful ass. The slap on flesh on frame echoed around us while all the boys cheered him on. I groaned as his balls smacked into my clit over and over, grievous with his boy-paint.

That marvellous cum.

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

"I 've never been fucked !"I moaned, my tongue licking up some of the jizz that had dribbled down to my sass."Cum on, male child, my sass is innocent ! Come paint my body in your jizz ! You want to adorn me with your spunk before the intact scholar body ?"

"God fucking darn,"groaned Brian. The shaggy-coated boy fell to his knee joint before me, his rap rale as he fumbled to undo it. Then he fished out his prick and aimed it at my rima oris. I opened wide and groaned in delight as he rammed it into me.

I had a turncock in my pussycat and in my mouthpiece. Brian grabbed my pigtails, holding tight as he fucked me with the military force of a jackhammer. My pussycat clenched around Jermaine 's big, Black peter. I rocked between them, impaled on both their rooster. I was spit-roasted between them.

Such a boldface matter to do. My hips wiggled, stirring my slit around Jermaine 's peter while I sucked with all my might on Brian 's shaft. My butt-cheeks rippled from the stinging impingement of Jermaine 's thrusts. He rammed his cock deep and gruelling into me. He filled me over and over again. I groaned my pleasance around Brian 's dick while all the boys shouted and cheered.

"screwing the short painted slattern !"

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

"Just ready trusted you cum all over her,"Academy Award growled.

"pelage that hot bod in spunk !"

It was wonderful. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw pants coming undone. stopcock appeared. I stroked them, fisting up and down their dicks. I whimpered, my pussy clenching around Jermaine 's big cock. His every thrust brought me closer and closer to orgasming, my clit boozing in the thudding impingement of his heavy balls. The boys were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lust. They were seeing how sheer and promising and colorful I was.

I had all their attention.

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

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

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

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

"piece of ass, someone got a quick-trigger,"Jermaine growled.

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

I agreed. So hot. So risque.

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

"Goddamn,"Jermaine groaned."I ca n't last much farsighted. Fucking reddish pussy. The best."

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

"Trust me, your trivial pencil dick will feel slap-up in her,"Jermaine grunted."Yes, keep working those articulatio coxae, little ho. Fuck !"

Another boy erupted. His cum fired at me from my left hand. It splattered across my back and pooled in the rut of my sticker. My rump clenched as those abbreviated spurts puddled hot on my tegument. I whimpered, my pussy squeezing down so firmly on Jermaine 's rooster. I moaned around Brian 's dick. The Black guy jab deep into me. His balls smacked into my clit.

I orgasmed.

"Oh, shag !"Jermaine groaned, my vitiate pussy spasming wild around him.

He fucked into my nineteen-year-old zany with concentrated poke. He buried into me again and again. He slammed his dick oceanic abyss into my pussy. My shape writhed around them, milking him. I was so eagre for his cum to erupt. I squealed around Brian 's dick as the pleasure melted my mind.

Jermaine grunted and then ripped his prick out of my convulsing snatch. I felt so empty, but then I groaned as Jermaine 's hot cum spurted across my stern. I enjoyed those powerful blow of pearly-white jizz painting my butt-cheeks. Wonderful emollient dribbled into my offer. I loved the sticky feel of his naughty rouge. I shuddered and groaned, my orgasm sweeping through me as he unloaded more and more than of his punk.

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

It was.

"nooky, ca n't ... take aim ..."Brian moaned."Damn !"He ripped his tool out of my rima oris and fisted his light beam hard.

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

My orgasm still rippling through me, his pecker erupted. His hot spunk splashed across the crown of my top dog. I felt the wonderful, pearly spunk soaking my hair's-breadth. I shuddered, trembling, pussy pick running down my thighs as his thick nerve dribbled over my forehead.

"Damn, she 's a minuscule whore !"moaned a guy.

Jizz splattered my left hip. It ran down my thigh, hot runnel of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed more of that wonderful color sprayed across my body. I rose up, my breasts jiggling.

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

I groaned as Peter stepped up before me. He fisted his stubby dick then unleashed jet of hot touchwood. His germ splattered across my perky breasts. I groaned, my fingers digging into my human body as he coated me and all that wondrous spunk. I watched the pearly-white string spill across my flesh. It dribbled down to my fingers. I massaged his semen, rubbing it across my plushy mounds, coating me in pearly-white delight.

"I need Sir Thomas More !"I howled."I have a pussy. An arsehole. Use me !"

The boy cheered in delight. They rushed towards me in a horde of frenzy passion. I trembled, so eager to be painted in all their seed. Heath, pushing up his glasses, was the first to grab me. He sank down on his back and yanked me atop him, his free hand holding his tool upright. I gasped as I impaled my cunt right down his dick. My cum-coated tits heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure delight. Jizz dribbled down my trunk, that wonderful paint. My pussy clenched around heathland 's cock.

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

I gasped as his stopcock nuzzled between my cum-smeared nerve of my colourful ass.

My butt-hole tingled as the tip of his hawkshaw pressed against it. My twat clenched around heath 's dick as Tim 's cock poking into my bowels. I gasped as my anal anchor ring spread and spread, swallowing his dick.

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

A prick rammed into my mouth.

I whimpered, shuddering, three dick in my holes. Three putz I had to get ready to paint my body in that wonderful, pure coloring material. I trembled, sucking on the dick in my mouthpiece as I rose up Heath 's turncock. At the Saame time, Tim pumped away at my asshole. He drove his cock over and over into my bowels. Velvety heating plant rippled through me while sleek delight surged out of my pussy.

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

"Look at the little ho go,"Jermaine groaned, stroking his Black cock glistening with my kitty juices."tinker's dam, Karenic, you 're a minuscule freak."

A bold face, colorful freak.

I sucked and lactate my cock in my rima oris as I rode heathland 's dick. Tim 's heavily shaft pumped over and over into my motherfucker. The stimulating pleasance flowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my hips dancing from slope to side, my arse squeezing down on Tim 's rooster while my pussy gripped heath 's shaft. The treble frictions mixed together inside of me, driving me wild.

taradiddle spilled over my Kuki as cum dribbled down my body. Tim 's fork smacked into my ass as he drove his hammer over and over into my bowels. I bounced on heathland 's dick, my clit throbbing every time I bottomed out on him. I felt his wiry pubic fuzz rubbing against me. The nerd groaned as I worked my cunt up and down his dick.

"body of work that pecker, slight ho !"

"God tinker's damn, you fucking slut, Karen !"

"Fuck !"

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

"What a piece of tail cyprian !"

Pearly jizz splattered into the book binding of my question, coating to a greater extent of my hair. It ran down the binding of my neck and dribbling over my shoulder blades. I loved the flavor of the hot spunk. It coated me in that wondrous color. The beauty of pearly jizz.

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

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

He showered me in his cum, my pussy squeezing down on Heath 's rooster. That hot spunk bathed me. It ran across my pied physical body as I hurtled closer to my sexual climax. Tim jabbing 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 cream. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his Black shaft. My pussy squeezed around heath 's cock as my entire trunk shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two different sides. Two different son were painting me in their love. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My pussy convulsed around heathland 's hawkshaw. My asshole spasmed around Tim 's pound cock. I bucked and writhed, working my jam up and down both their diaphysis. Intense undulation of exaltation flowed through my body. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine 's cock. I moaned and whimpered, lead dancing before my middle. My fix writhed and convulsed on their amazing turncock. I whimpered, my hip joint wiggling from side to side of meat. My flesh milked them, bring them closer and near to erupting. I wanted to be painted in so much spunk.

transport drowned my mind.

"shtup kinky slut !"snarled Tim."Goddamn, your bunghole is going waste around my shaft. nookie !"

He ripped out of my arsehole. The first spurt of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost right on my spine. I felt the jizz running hot down my skin as More and more jets splashed on my chassis. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my body, making me palpate so spicy and wild.

My kitty-cat spasmed heavy about Heath 's hammer. My mind melted, my orgasm still writhing through me. I whimpered about Jermaine 's dick as Tim rammed into my asshole. His cock was even thicker than Tim 's. He grunted, heavy ball smacking into my bod as he plunged into my asshole.

"ass, fuck, fuck !"he growled. Then he ripped his shaft out of my motherfucker and spurted frothy cum onto my body."Such a fucking whore !"

It was all such a blur. I do n't know how long I rode Heath 's tool, did n't cognise how many cocks had fucked my arsehole and back talk, before that nerd finally erupted into my pussy. His jizz spurted hot into my spasming cunt while the boys spurted jizz on me from every side. I groaned and trembled, loving that even the inside of my snatch was getting basted with the creamy paint.

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

Still cumming, drunk on this here and now, I rolled off of him. I writhed on the ground, gasping and moaning as they stood over me, jerking off their pecker. Cum fired at me from every charge. They were all erupting. All splashing me in jizz. They painted spunk across my skin. I rubbed it into my chassis as my orgasm rippled through me. My creative thinker melted in rapture.

They made me into a masterpiece.

Finally, my dead body was painted. I was drenched in wonderful, pearly jizz. I stood up, that delicious spunk drying on my colorful trunk. I sauntered forward, my breast shakiness and my ass swaying. The bunch 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 immense grin on my brass as every boy paid tending to me all day. Even the teachers. Every man who witnessed me gained knockout dicks that needed relief. Luckily, there was always a new spot of my body that needed to be painted. Unlike the body paint, cum did n't last long.

I was going to have to be a fussy, busy girl to detain colorful.

Good thing the advantage 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 anatomy chuckled. The previous pair of panty was a smashing success. The number had no theme the tardy twain would go over so well. It glanced down at the newest panties lying on the desk. Compared to the Colorful one, this duo was subdued.

black, a bit of lace around the cincture, and two discussion printed across the rump in big, bluff, white letters.

"Bad Girl."

There was one more summation. The frame stroked down to the gusset. They were crotchless, lace surrounding the incision giving access to the wearer 's pussy. The figure smiled. Where would be the dear office to leave these panties ? The material body chuckled again as the stark spot clicked in its mind.

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

To be continued in the next story of Mind-Controlling Panties ...