Mind-Control pantie

history Seven : girl 's Dazzling Desire

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

bank bill : Thanks to Alex for beta reading material this !

The soma slipped into the high-end boutique. Normally, it should brook out amid the wealth on video display. The prize wife and combine investment firm daughters who pursued through the expensive, name-brand clothing would shudder in repulsion at the sight of it. They were here for the modishness. The popular. The rig that quivered this or that current fame wore on the red carpet.

Not for the bizarre.

It was the perfect home to drop off the figure 's mind-controlling panties.

This one was an all black distich of panties with a single word written in sparkling, amber letters.

Dazzling.

The figure was eager for this succeeding game to begin. With a casual flick of the wrist, the figure deposited the pair of panties where a Lester Willis Young girl would ascertain it soon.

Precious Jordan.

No one noticed the figure slipped out of the store, least of all Precious. She strolled into the store like she owned it, almost shouldering into the number. Though she was nineteen, she looked like she was twenty-five. Heavy makeup, her knocker clearly enhanced already at her young age, her trendy top showing them off to their wide, all gave the illusion of maturity to her nubile figure. Her vivacious, red hair swept about her expression, her green oculus dazzling. She marched on stiletto hound like she 'd wear upon them all her life.

She practically had.

She moved with the authority and grace that could only fare with praxis. She strutted like she was walking on the runway, a modeling ready for the glitz and glamour of Milan or New York or London or Paris or capital of Italy. Behind her, scurried her mother. Besides her daughter, molly Jordan was plain, but she still was a woman possessing lulu. Brassy hair, chest as large as her daughter's ( though hers were real ), and spicy centre that gave her an appealing cast. She possessed a curvy physical structure, a wedding ring flashing on her impart hand.

"Wow, look at these,"Precious said. She snagged up the panties, shuddering as the quiver racing through her. She turned around, grinning at her mother."Dazzling."

Her mother blanched."Panties like those are not going to help you win. Go look at the thongs. Find something eye-catching. I want those pervy judges lusting for you. You are not taking sec place again."

Precious rolled her middle. She thought she threw those pantie back on the mickle, but in fact, she kept a postponement of them. She went to browse the thong while her mother found her a delicious kit for the upcoming beauty pageant. It was an expensive garb, but it went on her husband 's credit card. Her daughter would be a star.

Even if she had to pull the girl into it.

No one noticed that Precious dropped the pantie on the tabulator for the store employee to ring up. Nor did anyone poster the panties being slipped into the bag. Certainly, no one paid for it. They left the store with the rest of the wear that Molly purchased for her daughter.

Precious was worth investing in.

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molly Jordan River

"seminal fluid on,"I shouted."We have to get your nails done. rush. We 're running out of time."

There was always so practically to do. The pageant was tomorrow, and the competition was fierce. That cunt sapphire was competing. The blonde bimbo had beaten my daughter concluding clock time, but not this time. Precious would win. She would be crowned fille Dazzling Bell.

My girl was perfect. Everything that I had n't been at nineteen. Or even 25. Large knocker, plump lips, flawless peel, and her red haircloth was such a fiery hue, not the brassy almost brown whorl I had. Precious had even inherited her viridity eyes from her don, my hubby Mark. Everything about the girl was perfect.

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

Precious came down the step, wearing three-inch heels that were open-toed to depict off the vibrant toenail refinement she had. Her hair bounced around her shoulder joint, the thin shoulder strap of her negligee-style top shift on the thicker strap of the smuggled bra she wore. She reached the bottom of the stairs, her hip joint swaying in the tight, white capris she wore.

"God, I 'm ready, Mom,"she said.

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

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

I frowned at what I saw. I stroked up the boundary of the abstract, feeling a tingle as I caressed the argumentation that her panties pressed into her blind drunk capris."What 's this ?"

"The panties I showed you last week,"she muttered."The cute single. The ones with dazzling printed on it."

I rolled my eyes, this hot quiver shooting from my finger down my arm through my body. My pap hardened, my kitty aching."You need to a greater extent than just panties with the Holy Scripture dazzling on them to shine tomorrow. wanted, you need to always look your best. I can see your panty line. I should make you go on a higher floor and change, but we 're going to be late."

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

I sighed, letting her have her fiddling tiff. I guess those scanty would n't harm anything. It was n't like the judges would see her today. proficient thing, too, because those capris she wore were n't the upright thing either. She should feature a skirt on, something feminine and naughty. Something that would give those pervs sitting on the judge 's gore a cheap thrill when they saw her walking in it, hoping for an upskirt shot.

Precious played on her phone the intact drive to get her nails done. She chewed on bubblegum, a riding habit I thoroughly disapproved of. But if I tried to get her to halt the day before a rivalry, I just knew it would strike her tomorrow. We had a fight about it before her loss against that bitch sapphire.

What was that girl 's female parent intellection ? Eighteen and wearing such a shocking kit ? Some mothers had no shame.

Dazzling ...

The word echoed through my idea. My girl had to bedazzle. Shine. She had to tolerate out from the other female child. How to do that ? There had to be a way. Something ... exciting. I studied my girl as the manicurist, a chatty Thai fair sex, worked on Precious 's nails. I pondered approximation. My daughter was everlasting. Her teat, a birthday present tense when she turned 18, were just ripe and plump. Her hairsbreadth was flawless, her oculus such an enticing nuance of green.

There was just something missing about her ...

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

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

"We have another hitch to make after your nails."

"I thought I was having singing object lesson next."

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

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

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

While the Thai fair sex finished up my girl 's nails—making them long and beautiful, each one painted a vibrant wraith of red to complement the apparel I purchased for her last week—I pulled out my speech sound. I googled my musical theme. I 'd never been to one of these places, so I was surprised by how many there were. There was one just up the street.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her jaw dropped."What ?"

"You heard me,"I said, climbing out of the car."Now let 's go, immature woman. The Book of Judges are going to see you bedazzle !"

She climbed out of the car and stared at me in blow."Do you want me to point my naked nipple to them ?"

"Honey, do you want to win ?"

"I 'm not going to twinkle my tits at a bunch of old pervs,"she muttered."Do you care at all that they 're staring at me ? There bunch of degenerates lusting over my scarce effectual bod ?"

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

She sighed as she followed after me into the tattoo living-room. A little doorbell rang. I looked around, grimacing at all the pictures on the rampart. It was covered in all the terrible matter people would draw on their bodies. Skulls, pith, thorns, angels, demon, flames, unicorns, rainbows, shamrocks, and so much more. Some were cutesy, some look tough, and some just made me come up my head in confusion.

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

I shook my forefront."My daughter pauperism to get her nipples pierced."

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

I shook my head. I took a step closer to him."Listen, I 'm bequeath to pay anything to get it done right now."

His middle flicked up and down my soundbox."Anything covers a lot."

"Oh, combine me, I can cover it,"I purred."You should see the credit demarcation line I have on the cards my husband gave me."

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

"Well, that can be arranged,"I said, the shiver from my cunt burn through my physical structure. I would do anything to see my daughter win.

My left hand reached out, my wedding ring sparkled as I pressed against the tattoo artist 's genitals. He was a boisterous man. Strong. I felt his shaft hardening through his denim as my gaze flicked up and down his dead body. He had sleeve tattoos racing up his brawny arms, flames and scrolls and Chain all intertwined. He had a thick, handlebar mustache giving him the grievous expression of a biker. I felt his cock harden beneath my touch.

He was bigger than my husband.

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

"Why, paying for your piercings,"I said."Do n't worry, I 'll take care of everything, honey."

I fell to my human knee before the guy."I hope a blowjob will be respectable enough, right ? I can still pay for the piercings."

"Fuck,"he said."Sure, it wo n't involve recollective to pierce her."

"Mom !"Precious gasped again as I unfasten the punishing bang. He had a silver-plated belt ammunition warp with a snake slithering out of a skull embossed on the strawman."What about Dad ? Geez, we can go to another piercing parlor if it 's that important."

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

The pauperization itched in my brain. I could n't break off.

I wrenched his belt undecided and then bust at his fly. His fastener popped. His zip fastener rasped. I yanked down his pants and boxers, his tool popping out. I was right there in the lobby of a tattoo parlour about to suck a alien 's dick.

I did n't wet-nurse my husband 's putz unless it was his natal day, or I wanted another diamond tennis watch bracelet. But now ...

I salivated.

I grasped his wooden-headed cock in my hired man, fisting up and down the jibe. He was so much gravid than my husband. I opened blanket and sucked the tip of his shaft into my mouth. My sassing sealed tight. My cheeks hollowed. He groaned, his eye fluttering for a moment. He snorted, ruffling the black whiskers of his mustache.

"Goddamn, ai n't she just a rich slattern,"he growled."You see your mom, female child ?"

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

"Relax, women her age get horny. Your dad just got a limp pecker, so she needs a veridical man. Do n't worry, I 'll take attention of you when we 're done."

"Not like that,"preciously muttered.

I bobbed my head, working my lips up and down his thick jibe. Precum spilled over my glossa. I groaned, my pussy getting so hot and mellow out between my thighs. I squeezed them together, my clitoris throbbing and aching. A line of drool ran down my Kuki-Chin and my sucking made such sloppy sounds. So wet and awful. I shuddered. I did sense like a rich slut.

A rich, married slut.

My knife swirled around the crownwork of his dick, tasting his salty precum. A whine rippled out of my throat. A hot shudder raced through me. He tasted so good. I could n't wait to feel him spurting into my mouth. To enjoy his cum shooting over and over into my mouth. I bet it would be unbelievable. I bet he would make me swallow every unmarried drop of his jizz like a fill out fancy woman. I always spit out my husband 's tinder when I would blow him.

Today, I hungered for this man 's spunk.

"God fucking shucks,"he groaned."Your mummy 's hot for it. She is sucking like an oil rig. She 's hungry for my spunk."

I moaned in correspondence around his cock.

"I do n't roll in the hay what the fuck is up with you right now, Mom,"Precious said. She swayed back and forth on her heeled human foot. She seemed on the verge of fleeing, but could n't quite seem to attend away. Her astray, K eye were locked on my lips sliding up and down the tattoo artist 's duncish pecker. I shuddered, my kitty growing hotter and hotter.

My manus drifted down the front of my torso. I reached scurvy and lower, crossing my stomach. I pressed the fabric tight into my crotch. Into my slit. I shuddered as I stroked myself through my skirt and step-in. My clit throbbed, tingles racing through my torso. I felt so naughty right now.

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

Pleasure rippled through me as I sucked on the tattoo artist 's dick. I did n't even get laid his name. I rubbed my pussy through my annulus and panties, delicious tingles rippling through me. My girl watched, seeing how dedicated I was to her success.

My tongue swirled around the tip of his turncock. I gathered up more and Sir Thomas More of his precum. My pussy clenched as I ached for his cum to inundate my mouth. I just had to please him. My daughter crossed her weaponry, watching with flushed cheeks and blanket, commons eyes.

"That 's it,"growled the tattoo artist. He grabbed a fistful of my brassy hair."Pay for your daughter 's piercing. Damn, you have a mouthpiece on you."

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

I would do anything for her.

My button throbbed and ached. I had to disturb my bud directly. I shoved my hired man beneath my skirt, sliding up my thigh fast. I reached the satin fabric of my panties. They were soaked with my succus. I shoved them to the slope. My fingertips slid through my satiny pubic whisker. I gasped as I found my hot folds. I rubbed my thumb against my throb bud and jabbing two fingers into my pussy.

My depths clung smashed about them. I groaned, my oculus fluttering as I plunged my finger's breadth in and out of my goofball. Pleasure rippled through me. I masturbated with a frantic need while moaning around the tattoo creative person 's dick.

"piece of tail,"he growled."Work that oral fissure, bitch."

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

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

I thrust my fingers in and out of my twat faster and faster. I rubbed my thumb in uncivilised circle around my clit. delight rippled through me. My cunt squeezed down on my digits. My body shuddered. I groaned around his thick dick. It filled my mouth. It was such a savage thing to enjoy.

He growled. His rooster throbbed in my oral fissure. I sucked on him, his precum spilling over my clapper. That spirit grew saltier and saltier. He growled, his face twisting with pleasure.

"roll in the hay, yes !"he growled. His rooster erupted in my oral cavity."Swallow every bead, you married slovenly woman !"

I gulped down the tattoo artist 's jizz. I trembled, my fingers plunging faster and faster in and out of my twat. My silky flesh squeezed down on my finger's breadth, increasing the friction. I gulped down his salty semen. It poured down my pharynx. I whimpered, feeling it warm my belly. The unholy boot drifted let down and lower. It reached my twat.

I groaned, dizzying moving ridge of pleasure shooting through me. I churned up my twat. I plunged my fingerbreadth hard and fast. It was unbelievable. My eyes fluttered. I sucked and sucked, drinking down shipment after loading of his salty jizz.

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

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

I came.

My orgasm surged through me. My reward. I squealed around his dick as my flesh spasmed around my fingers. Juices bathed my digits. My hand. My clit throbbed beneath my massaging ovolo. Sparks flared, adding to the passion rushing through my body.

My thoughts blaze.

The tattoo artist ripped his cock out of my backtalk. As he shoved it back in his pant, I moaned,"yes, yes, cherished ! Oh, Precious, I 'll do anything for you. You 're going to win !"

"come along, girl,"the tattoo artist said, taking my girl by the arm as I came like a sporting lady in the middle of his parlour.

succus soaked my fingers. My delight burned through my creative thinker. I hovered at that top. I quivered there, my wed goofball spasming a final time around my fingers. I panted. Groaned. That hot frisson rippled across me. It reminded me that I was doing the compensate affair. I smiled, gasping for breath.

I pulled my finger's breadth from my cuckoo and rose. I sucked them scavenge, tasting the delicious savour of my Sweet pussy. I stumbled through the curtain of beadwork and found my daughter sitting in a aggrandize chair. She had her blouse and bra already off, her large bosom on display. They were so ripe and plump and firm.

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

"nineteen,"my daughter said.

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

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

He shrugged.

My daughter gasped both times. The acerate leaf gun pierced through her pink nubs one after the other. Then they were being threaded with silver rings. Each had niggling metallic balls that screwed the goal together. They look cute on her. Impressive. How many other young lady competing would receive them ?

Just my sparkling Precious.

The tattoo artist flicked one, my daughter shuddered.

"Why do n't you turn back them out, slut,"he said, undoing his blue jean."You play with them while I collect the rest of my fee."

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

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

My pussy tightened.

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

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

"Normally,"he said."It usually takes a few workweek for them to heal but ..."This weird looking at crossed his face. I felt this tingle zapping from my fingers gripping my daughter 's tits while she whimpered. Her center fluttered.

What was I asking about ?

I stared down at my girl 's teat, her broad chest clutched my manus. I squeezed them as she squirmed on the tattoo electric chair. I leaned down, this naughty tingle racing around my skin. electric car. My spit flicked out, batting one of her pap piercings. If flicked up and over her tit, twisting through her nub. Her face writhed with pleasure. She whimpered, squirming.

The tattoo creative person chuckled as he flipped up my doll. Then I gasped as he ripped my step-in away. The fabric torus with comfort, but I did n't care. I spread my legs as I licked my daughter 's piercing again. I played with that ring, loving how it would dazzle upon her.

"Mom,"she whimpered.

The tattoo creative person 's cock drove into my slit in a unity, hard plunge. My married puss squeezed down on his girth. I shuddered at his side and whimpered as his balls smacked into my clit. I latched onto my girl 's nub, sucking hard as he drove his shaft in and out of my pussy.

pleasure rushed through me, my hip joint undulating from English to side. I stirred his cock around inside of my cuckoo, my adulterous cunt rejoicing at the thick spirit of his dick in me. It was incredible. I whimpered about my daughter 's mamilla. I sucked on it so hard.

"Oh, my God, Mom !"Precious moaned, her nerve torture in pleasure."Yes, yes, that 's honest. Maybe ... Maybe these are nice !"

"That 's it,"the tattoo artist groaned."Make sure your daughter 's pierced nipples are unadulterated,"he growled."damn, how small is your husband 's dick ? You are tight."

I shuddered, my sassing wide-cut of my spicy daughter 's nipple so I could n't answer him. The tattoo artist 's dick was immense. He stretched me undecided as he drove into me over and over. It was unbelievable. My eyes fluttered. I moaned around my daughter 's nub as he drove into me again and again. The silky friction built and built me towards another orgasm.

I popped my mouth off her right mammilla and leaned over to lick the left wing. I flicked her piercing back and forth, making her pant and squirm. Her firm, bombastic breasts jiggled in my hands. I squeezed them. Kneaded them. I groaned as that huge dick plunged into my cunt over and over again.

I engulfed her left nipple.

"Mom !"she gasped."Oh, my God, my teat are so medium now. Holy shit !"

I sucked and nibbled on my daughter 's pierced nipple. I kept playing with it. It was so exciting that she was going to bedazzle. That she would shine with all her youthful heat. I trembled in joy. The big cock plunged over and over into my snatch, the tattoo artist 's crotch smacking my rump. I moaned around my daughter 's nub.

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

"digit the little slut 's cunt,"snarled the tattoo creative person."Your daughter deserves to cum, too. She 's just as much a sporting lady as you are."

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

My hands spud down from groping my daughter 's turgid, bastard tit. I slid across her tummy and shoved into her capris then into her prickling pantie. She gasped as I cupped her shaved pussy—my miss did n't have any nasty pubic hair down there—finding her nineteen-year-old cunt wet and hot. She trembled as I stroked her. I rubbed up and down her juicy flesh as that big cock was rubbing my twat.

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

"Oh, yes, you are,"snarled the tattoo artist, his cock boring deep in me. His ball smacked hard into my clitoris.

My orgasm came closer and closer. I shuddered, on the verge of that wanton eruption. I thrust two digit into my daughter 's goose. I shuddered as I sank my digits into her slit. She always lied when she claimed she was a virgin during competition. I let her experience a little fun. So long as she won, she could do whatever she wanted. She had to be the topper. My girl did n't lose.

She would win me so many glories.

My finger churned up her twat. I thrust them in and out of her fast and hard. She gasped, her tight cunt squeezing around my fingers. My tongue played with her nipple piercing between my heavily sucks. I groaned, my twat clamping down on that huge dick.

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

"That 's it,"growled the tattoo creative person as he drilled his dick in and out of my cunt."fix the little slut-daughter of yours explode. Such a wicked mommy."

"She is !"My daughter trembled. Her pussy squeezed so pie-eyed around my digits. I thrust a third in her.

The slut took it with relief. My three digits plunged in and out of her. I pumped them faster in and out of her. I ground the blackguard of my helping hand against her clit. Her petty bud throbbed while my mind drank in the impact of the tattoo artist 's heavy balls. This was so wild. So perfect.

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

Her pussy convulsed around my three fingerbreadth. Her hot succus gushed out, bathing my hand. I trembled, the prickling from her panties rippled up my arm as her build convulsed around my fingerbreadth. I whimpered, sucking hard on her nipple as she thrashed.

"fuck,"the tattoo artist groaned.

He buried to the hilt in my married twat. Spurt after spurt of hot cum flooded into me. I whimpered, betraying my hubby for the good of our daughter. I had to do it. I had to cheat on him, cuckold him, so our daughter could win tomorrow. I sucked so hard on her nipple as my own orgasm exploded through me.

My thought melted into the Wave of bliss washing out of my bitch. My twat spasmed around the tattoo artist 's big dick. I melted. His cum flooded me while he grunted and groaned. His custody caressed my trunk through my dress. He squeezed my knocker, gripping them concentrated as he spilled all his seeded player in me.

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

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

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

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

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

Her optic were panoptic."What ?"

After we freshened up from our fun, the tattoo creative person smacked us both on the rump as we hurried out twenty minutes later. It was a shame my daughter was wearing those despicable capris, but there was not a great deal to do about it now. We had to act fast. What if another stage mother view of this ? I bet that slattern, Sapphire, would do this. Her mother was just such a tramp.

Unlike my girl and me.

Precious bounced in her seat the stallion movement. She gasped when she saw where we were pulling up to. The G Sheraton rose up above us, the hotel possessing a large group discussion hall. There was a sign out front declaring :"Proudly hosting miss Dazzling Belle 2019."

The moment I handed over the headstone to the gentleman, I sent a school text to the head judge, Mr. Mason."I 'd like to talk to you about making for certain my girl win. We 're both downstairs. You can do whatever you want to us. My girl is such a whore."

"Room 1213,"popped up a moment later.

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

"Oh, yes, that 's perfect,"she said, her eyes wide."My panties are tingling so much. I just know this is what I need to dazzle. I want to glitter for the judges."

I nodded to her as we rode the lift up to the twelfth base. My pussy was so juicy. The cum leaked out of me, dribbling down my thigh. I did n't cause any panty on, the scrap of cloth left behind at the tattoo artist. I still did n't know his gens. I did n't care. All that mattered was my daughter dazzling tomorrow.

My orgasm was just a bonus.

We reached the hotel room, knocking hard. A minute later, it opened. Mr. Mason stood there, a tall man with graying pilus. His optic flicked up and down, smiling at the sight of my daughter. Her pierced mamilla poked hard against her tight top. She had n't put on her bra. That was my decision.

"Well, well, well,"he said."Mrs. Jordan and her precious daughter."He grinned at his trivial jape."Come in, come in. Were are all very intrigued by your text."

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

"ass, me,"Mr. Kennedy growled. He was a lightlessness man with a shave foreland, his skin a rich hue of ebony. He was muscular and fit, younger than the rest.

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

"display them, Precious,"I moaned.

I was so happy with my daughter as she did n't pause to extract off her negligee-like blouse. Her gravid, fake boob spilled out, both plump and beautiful and topped by those silver piercings. The adornments looked so delicious as they contrasted with her garden pink mammilla. She hefted her tits, shaking them, the ring twisting and shifting. They flashed in the hotel light.

The four judges all groaned in delight. They licked their lip, salivating over her scarce sound flesh. My pussy grew wet as I saw my daughter dazzle. She had that beautiful smiling on her plump rim, her super C centre sparkling.

"Well, that is delectable,"Mr. A. E. W. Mason said. The older man licked his sass, salivating like a thirsty wolf.

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

"As you can see,"I said, reaching out to tweak one of my daughter 's pap annulus. I twisted it, her pink nub stretching. She gasped, a whine of delight."My daughter deserves to win this competition, does n't she ?"

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

"She 's got my ballot,"Mr. Greyson said, his big poke twitching.

"Indeed,"Mr. Freemason said, stepping up. The mind judge boldly cupped my daughter 's white meat. I smiled as his lecherous fingers dug into her vernal flesh. My girl quivered, trembling. She did n't hesitate to hook her question as he leaned down. He claimed her lips, kissing her with hunger.

I beamed with motherly pride.

Mr. Reeve came up behind my daughter, staring down at her fanny. At the seeable panty line of merchandise through her capris. One hand rubbed at his growing erection while his other hand groped my daughter 's ass. He squeezed her nineteen-year-old bottom and grinned at me.

"house,"he said."Damn, Mrs. Jordan, your girl is a hot firearm of ass."

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

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

"I know,"I said.

My daughter groaned, her natural language dueling with the nous judge 's. While Mr. mason kissed my daughter, Mr. Reeve slid both his hands around Precious 's waist. He unfastened her capris and yanked down those white pants. Her bootleg panties came into mass, the Good Book Dazzling appearing in gold, fulgid letter. He ripped those down in a flash, exposing the peachy croup of my daughter. My twat clenched as he squeezed my girl 's house tush.

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

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

He laughed.

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

I turned to confront the inkiness man. I grinned at him, saying,"I just want my girl to win. I 'll do anything for her."

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

"I got to eat that ass out,"Mr. Reeve groaned. He fell down to his knees, his hired hand parting my daughter 's perky butt-cheeks. I groaned as he buried his human face into her crack. My daughter whimpered into the kiss with Mr. Mason, her youthful eubstance trembling. My own cocksucker tingled. What would it be like to suffer my backdoor rimmed ? It was a lewd delight I 'd never even considered.

Mr. Reeve clearly loved it.

"Damn,"Mr. Greyson said, his belt warp rustling. I shuddered as he opened up his fusain slacks and shoved them down. His boxers followed a here and now later, his vauntingly cock popping out. He stroked it as he watched my raw daughter trembling beneath the two honest-to-god men 's lecherous touches.

It made me wet.

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

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

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

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

He ripped my clothes up my consistence and over my head word. I gasped as it flung off me, my large breasts coming into view. I, too, had n't donned my bra. My mamilla were n't as perky as my daughter 's, but they were all raw. His ebony tree hired hand seized them. I groaned as he kneaded them.

He darted down and latched onto one of my teat. I shuddered as he suckled. rut surged through my tie body. The Black man worshiped my nipple while I watched my girl squirming nearby. Mr. Reeve feasted on her asshole while Mr. Freemason now had his facial expression buried between her big, impostor tits.

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

"Yes, you are,"I groaned, my mamilla throbbing in Mr. Kennedy 's thirsty mouth.

His workforce stroked down my sides, his allude electrifying. I groaned as his thumb hooked into my scanty. He shoved them off my hips, the material rolling down my thighs. I shuddered, my married pussy on fire. This was all so charge up. Such a wicked rush.

My husband could never receive out even though I was doing this for our daughter. I had to cheat on him so she could win. I had to live up to these evaluator. My daughter needed to shine.

I gasped as Mr. Kennedy fell to his articulatio genus. His strong workforce, larger than my husband 's, gripped my butt-cheeks. He pulled me forward, his dark lips nuzzling into my brassy bush. I gasped as his glossa flicked out. He lapped through my plica. I groaned, my back arching. My large teat jiggled. His glossa was incredible.

It darted through my folds. He brushed my clit. My moans assorted with my daughter 's. I glanced at Precious, smiling at the huge smile on her aspect. Mr. A. E. W. Mason was sucking on one of her mammilla while his finger played with the other, twisting her piercing. She shuddered, her butt-cheeks clenching about Mr. Reeve 's facial expression. We were both experiencing such delight.

We were both dazzling.

Mr. A. E. W. Mason dropped to his knees before my daughter, groaning,"I 've wanted to get my hands on one of these pageant sluts for so long."

"Enjoy,"I moaned, Mr. President John F. Kennedy 's risque tongue swirling through my folds.

Precious gasped, her fake nipple jiggling as Mr. Mason pressed his face into her shave twat. He licked and lapped at her pussy. It was exonerated she was receiving the same seventh heaven that the Black man was giving me. I reached out, taking my daughter 's paw. She clutched tight to me, her read/write head turning. Her green eyes were vitreous with pleasure.

"God fucking tinker's damn,"Mr. Greyson groaned, stroking his thick, long dick."red cent, she 's just a fucking little hottie."

"She is,"I moaned.

Precious shuddered, her hips undulating. She was getting eaten from both destruction. Her hand tightened on mine as her moans grew louder and louder. I whimpered, Mr. Kennedy 's bold tongue diving into the astuteness of my married cunt. The Negro man swirled his tongue around inside of me. I shuddered, my pelvic girdle undulating from side to side.

I smeared my pussy across his hungry mouth. The pleasure grew and grew. This was so hot. I clung to my daughter 's handwriting as he feasted on me. My gravid titmouse swayed while my daughter 's fake tits jiggled. Her pap rings flashed. Her back arc as her moans grew louder and louder.

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

"Of course you are, you 're a dirty slut,"growled Mr. Greyson. He fisted his dick. He stared at my girl with such ravening thirst in his centre. He craved her barely effectual flesh.

They were all such pervs. They wanted my daughter.

I would contribute her to them.

She would win. Everyone would have intercourse that my daughter was the best. The most beautiful. Most dazzling. I shuddered, my clit throbbing as Mr. Kennedy 's bold tongue flicked over it. My own climax built and built with his every stroke.

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

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

"Anything so my daughter wins !"I moaned.

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

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

He sucked hard on my clit while his fingers dug into my butt-cheeks. He squeezed them, pulling me wet against his thirsty mouth. I gripped my daughter 's handwriting, electricity tingling between us. I whimpered as my pleasure built and built. The dizzying joy swept through me. I came closer and closer to my screaming coming. My moan unify with my girl 's passion.

"Mr. Mason !"she gasped."Oh, piece of tail, Mr. Reeve !"

"Yes,"Mr. A. E. W. Mason groaned,"bathe me with those juices. Barely legal snatch is the best."

My girl shuddered. Her hand almost crushed judgment as her knocker heaved. It was clear she was coming. She was shining with her warmth. Mr. Greyson groaned as he stroked his dick. I shuddered, my button throbbing in Mr. Kennedy International Airport 's hungry mouth. I whimpered, seeing my daughter 's rapture.

I joined her.

"Precious !"I howled as I came.

My pussy juices gushed out of me. I flooded Mr. Kennedy International Airport with my cream. He growled, his tongue whacking and lapping through my crimp. He caressed my pussy back talk. He teased them. I shuddered, my oculus fluttering. My entire trunk heaved. His strong hands gripped me as the pleasance washed through my body.

wafture after wave of transport flooded through my thinking. small stars danced before my eyes. My breast bounced before me as I gasped out in rapture. It was incredible. I was getting so a great deal delight today. So many reward for being a honest point female parent. I squeezed my daughter 's hired man back, glancing at her.

We shared a look.

Precious leaned her head towards mine. Our sassing met in a kiss as we both came on the jurist'backtalk. Our tongues dueled as we shared our incestuous cloud nine. Her breasts pressed into mine. I shuddered, loving every consequence of this.

"Holy fucking bastard,"groaned Mr. Greyson.

"I got to fuck your slit,"snarled Mr. Mason."I need your pussy on my cock right wing now, you short slut !"

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

"commodity lady friend,"I moaned.

Mr. James Neville Mason pulled my daughter towards the bed, leaving Mr. Reeve kneeling and licking his backtalk, clearly savoring the gustatory modality of my daughter 's ass. I shuddered, watching as Mr. Alfred Edward Woodley Mason stretched out on his spinal column. My daughter undid his trouser and fished out his cock. I shuddered, Mr. Kennedy still lapping at my pussy while I came down from my orgasmic high. My daughter mounted the caput justice, grabbed his cock, and guided it to her pussy.

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

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

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

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

He grinned, his right deal taking my left. He brushed my wedding ring."Ready to burst forth on my cock ?"

I nodded my head.

He pushed me down on the bed beside my daughter riding Mr. James Mason dick. Her white meat heaved, her nipple tintinnabulation flashing. Mr. Reeve came up behind her. My daughter 's eyes widened. She let out a throaty moan as he rammed his putz into her arse. She was pleasing two of the justice now.

I was so proud of her.

Mr. Kennedy pressed my thighs apart. I groaned as he settled between them. His cock was out now, midst and dark, a mighty slam that would ram into my married slit. I shuddered, this greedy delight surging through me. My deal shot down to take hold of his dick. My pale fingers wrapped around his ebony irradiation. I pulled him to my pussy, eager to experience his girth penetrating me.

"Yes, Mom, please him !"my daughter moaned as she rode Mr. James Neville Mason 's dick and took Mr. Reeve 's turncock in her bunghole."brand sure I win."

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

Mr. Kennedy gave an evil sounding laugh as I pressed his dick against my kitty-cat."Riiiiight, just doing this for love. That 's all."

Before I could say anything, before I could discipline him, he thrust that amazing cock into my kitty-cat. His thick shaft stretched me to my limits. My toes curled. My back arched as I let out a throaty moan. I shuddered, a moving ridge of darkness washing over my vision. He was so huge. He filled me up to the hilt. His balls smacked into my taint as I groaned, my thighs locking around his waist.

"Goddamn, I need you to suckle my gumshoe right now,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He brandished his cock before my girl 's rim as the early two judges fucked her holes.

"Yes, Mr. Greyson !"Precious moaned.

My kitty clenched down on Mr. Jack Kennedy 's huge shaft as I watched my girl swallow the third jurist 's tool. She had all three of her holes plugged. She was pleasing them. Pride swelled through me.

"That 's it,"I moaned, bucking up into Mr. JFK 's herculean thrusting. His cock drilled into my married bitch."Please them !"

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

My daughter 's tone down moan mixed with the oink and groans of the four judges. The hotel bed creaked as I squirmed on it beside my daughter. The three jurist used her nineteen-year-old eubstance with greedy hunger. Mr. Reeve gripped her cook breast, squeezing them as he reamed her asshole. At the Saami time, Mr. Mason tugged on her nipple rings, twisting her fat, pink inwardness and making her squeal. Mr. Greyson fucked her mouth with grueling poking, drivel running down her chin.

It was so hot to watch.

I could n't take care away as the sexy Mr. Kennedy rammed his Diospyros ebenum girth in and out of my pussy. He stretched me open so wide. I had never taken anything nearly as big as him in my kitty. I groaned, my cunt squeezing down on him. He grunted over me, fucking me like a cop. He had such stamina. His cock filled me up.

"Goddamn, I love married, egg white cunt !"He snarled."Your husband does n't fuck you like this, does he ?"

"No !"I moaned, saying what I had to make certain my girl won. My pussy ached, his every stab building me towards my own explosive orgasm."Nowhere near as big as yours !"

"Yes, you love it,"he growled.

"Uh-huh !"I panted, my eyes locked on my nineteen-year-old daughter as the old perverts fucked her heavily. They used her body for their repugnant pleasure.

I gasped as Mr. Kennedy seized my the right way boob in his tight appreciation. His thickset fingerbreadth sank into my chassis. He squeezed me as he drilled his dick into my snatch. The silky detrition sent waves of passion that rippled through my nethers. They all seemed to pore in my core. A massive coming built and built inside of me. I groaned, trembling, aegir for that explosive eruption.

My thighs clung to Mr. Kennedy 's hips. My hands reached up, fingers clawing at his hefty thorax. I felt his defined pecks. There was aught sagging or cushy about him. I groaned as I stroked his rock toilsome physique. I reveled in his strength as his dick reamed me.

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

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

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

"Yes !"I moaned.

"Kiss me. jostle that tongue in my mouth. I want to sense your passion !"

I turned my headland, wrenching my regard from my daughter, and kissed Mr. Kennedy with hunger. I clutched to him, pulling him down to me. His chest of drawers crushed my white meat as my tongue dueled with his. I thrust as deep into his mouth as I could. I whimpered, his body atop me. I savored it. His manlike presence drove me wild.

His cock drove to the hilt in my kitty. His balls smack heavily into my contamination. I quivered, shuddering as I screamed towards my advantage. I was such a good wife and mother. My husband had to understand that I was doing everything for our daughter. If I did n't do this, Precious would n't win tomorrow. I whimpered as I kissed Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's male lips.

I exploded on his dick.

raptus surged through me. My pussy convulsed and writhed about his big cock. My twat spasmed as the waves of go surged through me. My entire body bucked and tingled. My fingerbreadth clawed his vertebral column. It was rapturous. I 'd never get anything like this in my life.

hotshot exploded across my vision. I howled into our kiss. I whimpered and groaned, my cunt convulsing around his shaft. He slammed it in and out of me. Hard. Fast. His genitals crushed my clit over and over. spark of rapture exploded through me. I whimpered, my head drowning in ecstasy.

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

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

The sexual climax rippled through me. I distantly heard my daughter moaning. She was coming on the three judges'putz. She was pleasing them while I took care of Mr. Kennedy 's big tool. My cunt writhed around his cock. My spasming flesh welcomed his every stab. I gasped and moaned, my breasts rubbing against his chest. My mamilla throbbed. Ached.

He growled. He grunted. Every time he slammed his prick into me, another waving of rapture sloshed through me. I could n't conceive I was still cumming. I writhed in rapture. I whimpered, moaned, trembling in his embrace. I nipped at his ear. I was wild. Consumed by my passion.

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

"For your girl ?"he growled.

"Yes !"I gasped.

"liar !"

"Just have it to me !"I moaned, my idea dissolving into ecstasy.

"red cent, I love fucking a married woman bareback !"

He slammed into me. His cock erupted. I gasped as I felt every hot squirt splashing into my cervix. My pussy convulsed wildly. I milked his dick. wave of iniquity washed across my vision, my orgasm intensifying. I screamed towards such peaks of exaltation. I bucked and spasmed beneath him as my cunt milked his egg dry.

He grunted with each volcanic eruption. Manly snarls that made me tremble. I clawed the coal black fuzz 's back. I gripped him tight as he filled me with his spunk. My pussy rejoiced. I could n't remember the finis time I 'd ever felt up anything like this. It was like I 'd never been truly fucked.

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

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

I blinked, rising out of a shock. I looked up to see something. It was pink and gaping open. ovalbumin swam in the plaza. I struggled to focus on it as—

My daughter planted her pussy rightfield on my mouth. Mr. Mason 's cum poured into my oral fissure out of her snatch. It flooded salty mixed with her sugariness love. I groaned and did n't hesitate to lick it up. She whimpered as her question buried between my thighs. I shuddered as I felt my dulcet girl 's lingua overlapping across my folds.

She licked the Black man 's cum out of my depths. She feasted on me with thirstiness. I gripped her ass, lenient and peachy. I squeezed and kneaded her as my spit darted through her flexure. I scooped out the head evaluator 's cum as she feasted on Mr. Kennedy International Airport 's spunk brimming in my twat. Her large breasts pillowed against my venter, nipples and piercings rubbing hard on my belly. My nipples throbbed against her flesh.

We moaned. We groaned. We feasted on each other. We were lost to Lesbian pleasure. I could see the judges watching us. They had their phones out, recording our demoralize action mechanism. I shuddered, just knowing that we were going to win. That no other mother would do something this wild to guarantee that her daughter dazzled.

Our knife plundered each other. We lapped that yummy cum out of each early. I feasted on that salty jizz flooding out of my daughter 's twat. I groaned, the judges stroking their cocks as they watched us writhe in lesbian incest. My digit dug into my girl 's tush brass as I devoured my first cunt. Her Sweet juices stained my lips. I loved them. Feasted on them.

"Mother !"Precious moaned. She quivered atop me."Thank you, thank you ! You 're the best mummy ever ! Am I going to be a winner ?"

"Yes, you are, slut !"Mr. Mason grunted.

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

My orgasm swelled.

Cum bubbled out of her bunghole. It ran down her contamination to the shaved fold of her pussy. I lapped it up, a sour flavor mixing with the salty jizz and the mellifluous cream. I shuddered, feasting on her with delight. Her tongue danced around my clit. Our teat rubbed together, her piercings pressing on my belly. It was incredible.

She would win so many pageants.

My daughter would be a beauty pageant fable. She would come up all the way to the top : Miss Universe.

I exploded in orgasmic rapture.

My daughter lapped up the succus flooding out of my snatch. She squealed, a second later her ointment gushed out of her slit. Her wanton passion splashed onto my sass. The observation Judges groaned, witnessing us writhing in climactic heat. Such waves of bliss flowed through my body. They bathed my mind.

As I hit that apex of the sun's way of raptus, I knew she would call for to daze even brighter for the future contest. She would need to birth that pretty, petty button pierced. The judges at Miss Princess Delight needed to see her shining. They would relish fucking her then.

I surrendered into the bliss of my orgasm. The four men groaned, their cum spurting onto our consistence. They bathed us with their jizz as I enjoyed my wages. I was a dear phase mother who helped her daughter shine. Precious would win them all.

I 'd never been happier.

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The trope chuckled as it watched the local broadcast of Ms. Dazzling Bell beauty pageant. It was displayed in a fall of urine at one end of its workshop, mist billowing from the puddle."And the winner is ... cute Jordan !"

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

The figure glanced at its next pair of panties. The potential of this pair sent a uncivilised shudder through the figure. These panties were cut narrow. Almost a flip-flop. There was just enough fabric in the dorsum for two words to be printed : uncivilised Bitch. The red missive contrasted against the light-blue of the panties.

The figure of speech smiled. It knew the unadulterated place to drop these off. Aching for another rush, it snagged up its mind-controlling panties and left.

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