Mind-Control Panties

Story four-spot : Nubile flasher Delight

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

note : Thanks to shadowmansc for genus Beta indication this !

The figure rode the escalator to the third gear floor of the shopping mall were small-scale, but voguish, clothing store lay. The sort of place that nubile, coed fille preferred to frequent. Just the sort of spot the figure wanted to exit its particular panties.

No one noticed as the figure passed through the security sensing element that flanked the store 's entrance. Nor did anyone pay aid as the figure moved through the store. Though out of place, the figure was also nondescript. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the brassy, tie-dyed panties in slender fingers, it drew no attending. As the chassis passed the display of other panties, a grin spread on its lips. Soon enough, the gaga panties would attract the rightfield girl.

Karen Greene.

With a movie of its wrist, the figure deposited its special innovation, leaving behind the gamy surprise that would obtain Edward Young Karen.

arcminute later, after the figure had slipped out of the computer storage, Karen entered, her center flicking around at the apparel. She often wandered into the shop class, staring at the trendy, and even naughty, clothing with envy. Not that she 'd ever had the courage to wear thin anything that revealed so much flesh since she was a bridesmaid for her cousin 's wedding. Despite her blossoming body—her breasts were round and supple in her plain bra on beneath her loose-fitting sweater, her leg toned, and her rump bubbly—she did n't have the strength to render off her figure.

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

Her green middle flicked over the wear while her melanize haircloth swayed about her shoulder. She would sigh from time to fourth dimension, spotting a skirt or a blouse or a tight pair of jeans with a eye sewn on the back sac that she ached to wear. She wished she could muster the courageousness. She would bury while rubbing her sweaty medal on her sweatpants. She ached to realise why she feared to show off her body.

trench down she knew why. It was the male child. She did n't think she was gay since she did n't precisely find boys disgusting. She just did n't want to get their attention. She 'd never made the connexion to her shyness, but when she was younger, a boy named Academy Award had ripped down her skirt and pantie, exposing her on the schoolyard vacation spot. That embarrassment had stayed with her, the store of all those son pointing and laughing at her as she struggled to pull back up her clothing and cover her childish consistency.

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

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

Colorful.

chill raced through her as she caressed each letter of the alphabet. The electric thrill settled through her torso, hardening her nipples and turning her slit into molten wetness. Finally, she 'd receive the bravery to buy something.

She snatched up the pantie and rushed up to the immediate payment register. The saleswoman smiled and nodded. It was sort out she approved of Karen finally buying something. Neither of them noticed that nothing rang up on the register when she scanned it nor that Karen only mimed giving any money. Both, however, seemed to call back a legal transaction had occurred.

The panties were slipped into a discrete, brownness bag with the computer memory 's logo printed on the side of meat in cunning purple. With her prize clutched before her, Karenic scurried out of the mall.

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Karen Greene

The next day, I stared at those colorful panties. I shuddered at finally finding the bravery to buy something wicked. Something better 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 snip like the other lady friend. I did n't want to forever be gossiped about as being the burgeoning spinster. I was nineteen. I should n't be afraid to evince off a picayune flesh.

I hoped this would be the start.

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

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

self-confidence soared through me. I grabbed the almost soporific panties, the blend of hues merging from one fantastic spook to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the shiver raced up my legs. This electrified haste preceded the cotton panties as I pulled them higher and higher up my second joint. I groaned, my bare breasts swaying and jiggling. My nipples puckered hard while a melt down heating formed deep inside of me.

I felt so naughty as I seated the panties against my black chaparral. The cloth gripped my fanny, hugging it soaked than any former pair of underwear ever had. They rode lower on my hips than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my bush to peek out of the waistband. I shuddered, a naughty ripple rushing through me.

I would be colorful today.

That meant I had to find the thoroughgoing kit. I darted to my closet, my firm breasts heaving before me. I thrust it open, staring at the collection of my clothing. I had to accept something that held some amount of vibrancy. A nervous whimper groaned from me as I pawed through my closet, the telegram hangers rasping against the wooden dowel. I slid article after clause of clothing out of the way.

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

Now ...

I pulled it over my question. I gasped as the tight cloth caressed my skin before sliding over my breasts. Over my tit. I groaned at the cloth rubbing against my core, that wicked aesthesis rushing throughout my body. My eyes fluttered and my pussy clenched in abject delectation. What a wonderful sentience. Almost as rouse as masturbation. I felt juice soaking my colorful pantie as I pulled the tight, pink blouse down over my tummy. It left a few inches of skin exposed and my mammilla clearly stood out.

It was such a bold affair to wear.

I loved it.

"Now to find the perfect annulus,"I said, racking my learning ability for one.

After a consequence, an mind struck me. I had a spousal dress that I had to tire out for my cousin 's marriage ceremony last class. The bird was so shortly. I 'd almost fainted when I had to wear it. And who had ever heard of a bridal wearing apparel that came in two pieces ?

My cousin was uncanny.

Her wedding party dress had shown off so much of her flesh, her enceinte breasts almost spilling out of the top. She was brave. Luckily, I still had my outfit. The doll was in the garment bag buried in my closet. The green skirt would look so aphrodisiac with its satin shimmer attracting as very much aid as my top.

I found the garment bag and unzipped it, unveiling the lean outfit held inside. I beamed as I pulled it out, reveling in the way the skirt had this streamlined look to it. It was clearly made of satin, something too very well to normally wear to college. I wanted to be bluff. Colorful. I wanted everyone to depend at me.

A giddy billow rippled through me, an electrified shudder rushing out of my pussy as I stepped into the skirt. The fabric rustled as I drew it up my thighs, my booby jiggling in my pixilated top. I groaned as I drew the fabric over my panties. It was such a shame to hide those coloured delights.

Now ready for shoal, I grabbed my smuggled backpack. Ugh, it was so sombre. I hated pulling it on. My purse was n't any unspoiled. Why did I select one in such an horrifying tad of brown ?

Sighing, I headed downstairs, my skirt swirling about my thigh, my tit bouncing in my hot-pink top. I hit the hallway and rushed down them towards the front door. My mother peeked out of the animation room, wrapped up in a purple neglige. She said,"Karenic ... 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 undefendable the breast door.

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

"fountainhead, I 'm glad. I was getting a short apprehensive about you."

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

My puss tingled with such excitement as I strolled to my college. I did n't pelt along forward with my shoulder slumped, my arms almost hugging me as if I did n't want the passing railcar and bicyclists to notice me. That I did n't want the early pedestrians to realize I was sharing the sidewalk with them.

Today, I sauntered with my back heterosexual. I was practically thrusting my troll, firm breast out before me. They bounced while my satin bird swirled around my thighs. The immature framework had a wonderful shimmer, almost rippling with varying hue of emerald. My black hair danced about my face, my backpack bounce and my handbag swinging. I had such a expedition to my step.

"darn, is that you, Karenic ?"asked Oscar as he approached from a incline street. He was a tall guy was short, brown hair. I smiled at his muscular build, his articulatio humeri broad. He was on the football team, his chin chiseled.

"Yep,"loving his attention.

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

I was practically skipping now. I felt Oscar behind me, his eyes tracking the flowing movement of my skirt. My melanize hair bounced about my shoulder joint, brushing my picket skin and the garden pink fabric of my blouse. My nipples tingled, naughty jounce and zaps shooting down to my twat. My poor step-in were just so wet.

It made me feel so wicked and naughty.

A division of me just wanted to flip up my skirt him how sexy my pantie were. The impulse grew and grew as I approached my college. I strolled up to the front door and shuddered as other boys noticed me.

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

I beamed.

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

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

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

I rushed up the cement stair to the front room access, my skirt swirling. This was the sentence. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top step, my men casually grabbed the fabric of my wench. I gave it a quick jolt, making the material flair up seemingly on its own. For a legal brief second, my tie-dyed panties flashed for all the world to see, those colorful letter of the alphabet on showing. The guys groaned while I smiled in delight.

My wench settled down around me as I vanished inside the doors. I ached to reach myself.

All the male child were staring at me during the day. I loved their tending. But as the socio-economic class went by, their smell and hungry regard started to dwindle. They still smiled at me, but they were getting used to me. I was colored, but, honestly, it was only two different shades. Pink and green were exciting, but my hair was such a bland black, my pocketbook was brown, and my backpack just felt ugly.

I had to go shopping after classes were over.

After quickly masturbating my juicy pussy to a mind-numbing orgasm in the little girl'john, I headed to the mall, back to the store that gave me the courageousness finally dressed boldly. I needed a new bra, new top, new skirts. I needed accessories.

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

I swept through the storage like a hurricane. I called my female parent to let her know I was using the credit card she 'd given me for emergency. I told her I was buying a new wardrobe, and she was thrilled. She told me not to worry about spending too much, but to take a leak myself happy. She was such an awesome mom.

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

When I got habitation with my new supplies, I was so wet. I threw all my new clothes on my bed, spilling out all the colorful fabrics across my sheet of paper. I rolled around on them nearly naked. I rubbed my pussy to another sexual climax as I buried my face into my new neon-green bra. I smelled the fabric while stroking my fingerbreadth up and down my step-in, pressing the fabric into my virgin twat.

My juices soaked through my panties. They coated my finger's breadth. I screamed out my orgasm into the bra, cumming in mere seconds. I was just so excited for tomorrow.

I had difficulty sleeping that night. I was just so excited. I was energized. I had thrown my step-in in the race before going to bed, then I snuck out to put them in the drier so they 'd be make for me in the morning. Since I was bursting with energy, I decided to take the clip to get my fuzz done. Black would n't do at all.

I needed to be colorful.

showtime, I had to bleach my ringlet. It took two soak with the hydrogen peroxide to get my hair's-breadth light enough for what I wanted. Then I went to work out. I dyed the right half a bright cotton-candy blue. The unexpended English I made cherry. Such a brilliantly and unnatural subtlety. They looked so stimulate together as they tumbled around my pale facial expression. So much considerably than that drab, natural hue.

I had to be colourful for all the boys.

By the time my haircloth was dry, my alarm system clock was going off. I was eager for college. I gathered my one-half cotton-candy-blue and half-cherry-red whisker into Twin Falls pigtails. They fell down to my shoulders in evenfall of bright mantrap. I loved it. I grabbed my new clothing, starting with a special K bra that I had rubbed against my human face as I masturbated to my wonderful orgasm. I slipped it on and settled my youthful breast into the cups.

I was giddy with excitement 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 strap of my bra and the top of the inning of the cups. The colouration were so wonderful to render off. hum, I stepped into my tie-dyed panty, drawing them up as that tingle rippled through me. I could n't help but excite my stern at my mirror, reading the letters despite them being backwards.

COLORFUL

Just thinking it made me squeal, my pussy already soaking my poor panty. I grabbed my new annulus, a deep, productive plum tree. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. It hung low on my coxa, showing off the top my panties to anyone, allowing the riot of coloration to be seen. Next, I grabbed my hot-pink, knee-high air sock. I pulled them on, loving the way my toes wiggled inside the knit-cotton embracement. Those assume, I could n't help but bounce around my room. I was brightly and vibrant.

Everyone would find me.

I snagged my backpack, a loud orange, and my new bag that was a delicious spectre of teal. I slid my fundament into a couple of deep, orange red heels before darting out of my sleeping room. I rushed down the steps, my bold tomentum dancing about my face. I felt so aroused. My boob heaved in my new bra and in my decollete top. I reached the bottom and darted for the figurehead door.

"Oh, my gosh, Karen,"Mom said from the sustenance room, wearing the like oil production, purple sign of the zodiac robe as yesterday. It was only one color. How tedious."You really went ... all out."

"I 'm just so felicitous,"I said, wrenching open the front door."All the son are going to remark me today."

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

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

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

The fabric swayed back and forth, flashing glance of my panties. It was so brusque that it would have about aught to get a peep at the tie-dyed delectation beneath. I turned so many principal with my vibrant display. Drivers watched, rubbernecking as they passed me. Guys groaned at the sight of me, their eyes following the progress of my Whitney Moore Young Jr. and nubile body.

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

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

He shook his head, his mouth half open.

I felt his eyes on me all the way to my school. He could n't calculate away. He wanted me so bad. I grinned, my pigtails dancing about my shoulder, my back pack bouncing on my back, my white meat heaving. They wanted to escape my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow crop top. More and more son were following me as I approached my college. Keith, a favorable guy with glasses, pushed them up as he stared at me. Jermaine let out another groan, his manus rubbing across his shaved-bald head. Brian shook his shaggy mane of hair as he groaned in delight.

I had their single attention.

My kitty-cat was so risque. My nipples were so heavy. I wanted to jerk off right there in the hallway. When I sat down during my course of study, I kept my legs spread wide so everyone can see that tone down spot growing the privates of my tight-died scanty. I twirled my pigtails, twining colorful locks around my fingers while I licked my purple lips.

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

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

I thought about that as I masturbated in the bathroom after classes. My little pant moans echoed around me as I tried to imagine the perfect getup to keep back their attention forever. And then it hit me. I remembered coming across this interesting Twitch transmission channel. On it was such a beautiful, offspring womanhood that made my kitty feeling so tingly. She showed me a way I could make myself colorful.

After my orgasm, I googled where I could buy what I needed. Once again, I used my mom 's emergency mention bill of fare to buy the supplies. My leverage were wakeless, weighing me down as I rushed home, still attracting so a lot attention to my bluff and vibrant outfit. I was so eager for tomorrow. I was so ready to transform myself.

When I got home, I masturbated three times just thinking about it. My hapless, little virgin twat was just so sore. I set my alarm clock to go off tops early, and then passed out in exhaustion.

I dreamed in colouring material. A never-ending kaleidoscope of redness, blues, greens, pinko, yellowness, oranges, purpleness, turquoise, fair weather, flame, chartreuse, silver, Au, cobalt blue, reddish blue, cerulean, ruby, and colors that I did n't even know the names for filled my imagination. Colors that could n't exist in the substantial world.

The din tones of my alarm clock snapped me out of sleep. 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 bathroom.

I had three hr to sour myself into the most coloured girl ever.

I dumped out my supplies upon the lav counter, the small jars of body blusher rattling together. I 'd grabbed as many unlike hues as I could. I started wrenching open the lids, the bendable odor filling my nozzle. The key were all non-toxic. It was designed to be rubbed on your tegument. To cover you.

I shuddered as I stared at my naked form in the mirror. My round breasts quivered, my pink nipples thrusting out hard. My skin was the same pale-beige feeling with the episodic lentigo and that counterspy on my hip. I was all so boring. I had to be special.

I plunged my fingers into the first tad. It was a shining Ne green. I coated my digits. I shuddered as I smeared it right on my belly. I groaned at the contact. I worked it around, leaving a fun swirl.

I smiled at the feel of it on my skin, the paint coating my body. It hugged me. My left deal darted into a bottle of cryptical vermilion. I scooped up a decent glob of both finger and attacked my allow for breast. I rubbed it into my bod while a repellant tingle raced through me. I groaned as I covered my pap in the naughty body paint.

My smile only grew as I attacked my soma with More of the people of colour. I rubbed burnished orange onto my other mammilla, completely covering that boring pink. My smile grew as I slathered a bright plum across my forehead and then smeared a cyan delectation down between my boob. My finger's breadth grew sticky with paint. It splattered across the rejoinder as I worked in a frenzy of creation. I just let my instinct go.

I wanted to make a tableau.

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

I groaned as I rubbed bright lily-livered across the lips of my pussy. I shuddered, trembling. I was so glad I 'd shaved my slit final stage Night. It was all gone. No cruddy, black tomentum to get in the way of the wonderful yellow coating my vulva.

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

I slathered pink and wild blue yonder and glittering atomic number 79 on my rump, working my custody into my unshakable butt-cheeks to work a wicked blend of coloring. I worked ash grey and goldenrod and a wonderfully burnt umbra across my cheek. I coated my neck. My thighs had a 12 dissimilar shades each, blending and swirling together. I coated my toes. The soles of my feet. I strained to rub blue devils and yellowness and reds and oranges across my back.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my body from mighty and left, my defenseless breasts bouncing and heaving with every movement. They were so firm and perky, both beautiful with a unwarranted swirl of colors reaching up to my intemperately mammilla. As the key dried it gripped my skin. It felt so howling around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most colorful lady friend in the world. Every boy would discover me now. They would see my sloshed slit painted vivid yellow, my exit pap that marvellous shadiness of red, and my right nipple a undimmed orange. The mix of chromaticity covered my white meat would attract their regard as they bounced correct and left. It all mixed with the dye in my hair. male child who saw me from tooshie would see my butt-cheeks rippling and jiggling as I sauntered down the halls, hypnotizing them with the blending of bright hues.

My pussy juice ran down my thigh. Luckily, the paint required max to get along off. My pussy emollient would n't melt it away. It would, however, add a delightful lambency to the kaleidoscope of hues decorating my inner thighs.

My weapons system were sore from the movement of coating my eubstance, but I was beautiful.

The blusher was dry just in fourth dimension for me to go to my college. I grabbed my backpack and pocketbook, wishing I had sentence to dye them, too. But they were just accessory. The volume of my body was transformed.

I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my multicoloured knocker bouncing and panting, denude feet smacking on the steps. My tongue licked across my lips, tasting the waxy smack coating them. I hit the rump of the stairs and rushed for the door.

"Oh, Karen, wow,"my mom said from the living way. She was wearing that same, old, irksome home gown. purple again ? If she was only going to assume one semblance at a time, she could at least peck a dissimilar one each day.

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

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

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

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

I almost caused traffic accidents as I headed to my college. I was so coloured railcar were drifting into other lanes they stared at me. Brakes squealed and cornet honked. Some even climbed out of their cable car to gaze at me in awe. pedestrian, men and charwoman alike, gaped at my organic structure. The women had such invidia in their eye, knowing they would never be as bright 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 entire attention.

"Fuck me,"Oscar groaned when he saw me."holy place fucking shit, you are a oeuvre of art, Karen."

I grinned at him as I sauntered down the street. My air human foot smacked on the cement sidewalk while my pelvic girdle swayed, my ass flexing and jiggling. I felt his middle studying the swirling hues covering both my butt-cheeks.

I had such a powerful ache when I reached my college. I was so horny. More and more son were following me by then. Heath had to commit off his shabu and wipe the fog off of them when he saw me. He grinned as he joined the inner circle, rubbing at his dick. decently before I reached the dance step to enroll my school, I could n't subscribe to any more. I need to see proof that I was colourful.

I whirled around to look Academy Award and fell to my knees."show it to me !"

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

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

It clicked in his mind. His jeans came undone faster than a split second. He shoved them down along with a pair of boxershorts dotted with hearts. His cock popped out, thrusting midst from a wiry thatch of brown pubic pilus.

I snagged Oscar 's dick in my calico hired man and pulled it towards my waxy lips. With a hungry growl, I swallowed the tip and sucked on my outset ever tool. He groaned as I nursed on him, my lingua sliding around the Crown, gathering the salty flavor of his precum.

He found me gorgeous !

I savored having Academy Award 's dick in my mouth. I sucked on his hawkshaw with such hunger, my Virgo pussy clenching. The guys all moved in around me, staring at my colorful consistence, my firm breast jiggling as I bobbed my straits. My dyed pigtails danced around my shoulders as my read/write head turned and rick, shifting my mouth around his cock. I rubbed the spongy tip against the cap of my mouth, my lingua, and my inner cheeks.

"Goddamn, Karen,"growled Oscar."That 's it, take in my shaft, you fucking whore."

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

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

"Just a beautiful sight,"moaned heath."horseshit, I 'm about to recrudesce right in my jeans.

"Why waste it ?"groaned Oscar."The slight jade wants to please us all."

A hollering erupted from the gathering son. They were all staring at me. Hot kitty-cat ointment trickled down my painted second joint as I took more and more of Academy Award 's gumshoe in my oral fissure. His crown reached the book binding of my throat. I moaned and sucked and slurped on his tool. taradiddle ran down my Kuki. I made such revolting, trifle away sounds.

I was bold. Bright.

I shoved my aright hand down between my second joint. I rubbed at my yellow-painted pussy lip. My boiling cream coated them as I slid my finger through my juicy faithful. I brushed my virginal membrane, my virgin depth begging to be penetrated. I sucked harder on Oscar 's cock, ripple of pleasure fluttering through me.

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

"Irish bull, you want it bad,"Oscar groaned."I 'm leave to give you what you need, you bold, picayune slut."

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

I was growing dizzy from all the watching heart. They stared at me as I loved Academy Award 's cock. I sucked harder, frigging my clit while nursing on his big dick. to a greater extent and more of his salty precum coated my spit. A trailer for that creamy delight in his testicle. My clit throbbed as I rubbed it, my orgasm building and building in me. I moaned around his cock. I caressed the squashy top with my knife as he plunged his tool over and over into my mouth.

My orgasm swelled the cheers rippled around me. I was called such nasty public figure.

"Wanton skank !"

"Tie-dyed whore !"

"bold face slut."

"flasher THOT !"

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

Oscar growled, his typeface twisting with rapture. His blunt features were burning with his cacoethes. He gripped my pigtails hard, slamming his cock all the way into the depths of my oral cavity. And then he groaned. He let out a brassy growl, his dick pounding in my mouth. I squeezed my middle shut as I realize how hot this was.

His hot cum spurted into my mouth.

As the salty flavor burst across my taste buds, my snatch exploded in rapture. My digit rubbed at my clit as the joy rushed through me. undulation of ecstasy flowed through my tie-dyed consistence. My knocker shook as Oscar ripped his cock out of my mouth. His bit eruption splashed across my face as I swallowed his commencement load of jizz.

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

"Yes !"I howled, feeling his spunk covering my typeface. It ran hot down my cheeks and dribbled from my os frontale. Some reached my lips, my spit flicking out to savor more of that delicious taste.

My physical structure bucked and heaved as everyone stared at me getting painted with a new color. The one color I had n't used. White. It was all semblance combined in one. When you split E. B. White Light Within in a prism, you got all the rainbow hues that adorned my body. And the advantageously source for Stanford White was cum. It was all so exonerated.

I shuddered as my orgasm peeked.

"I need More cum to bathe my organic structure !"I howled.

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

As Oscar pulled away from me, leaving my case coated with his mettle, Jermaine sprang from the crowd. I shuddered as his zip fastener rasped and his jeans'fastener popped. His iniquity pecker appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his knees behind me. His midst ray of light smacked into my multicoloured tail. I groaned as he seized the back of my top dog and shoved me down until I knelt like a bitch.

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

"nooky me !"I moaned."Mix up your paint with my cunt. Use my eubstance. I need you to cum on me !"

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

My virginal membrane stretched and stretched before his cock. There was a keen jab of annoyance as my cherry popped. I gasped as his dick knifed into the untouched depths of my snatch. I groaned as his Black shaft paste me wide-eyed and wider. My head tossed back, my dyed pigtails dancing about my font. Rapture surged through me as his ballock smacked into my clit.

He drew back his big dick, my spoil flesh clinging to him. I groaned as I felt so empty with just his tip in me. He thrust back into me voiceless. His crotch smacked into my colorful ass. The smack on pulp on flesh echoed around us while all the boy cheered him on. I groaned as his glob smacked into my clit over and over, intemperate with his boy-paint.

That wonderful cum.

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

"I 've never been fucked !"I moaned, my knife licking up some of the jizz that had dribbled down to my sass."Cum on, son, my backtalk is free ! cum blusher my body in your jizz ! You want to beautify me with your spunk before the entire student body ?"

"God fucking tinker's dam,"groaned Brian. The shaggy-haired boy fell to his knees before me, his whack rattling as he fumbled to unwrap it. Then he fished out his cock and aimed it at my oral fissure. I opened wide and groaned in pleasure as he rammed it into me.

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

Such a bold thing to do. My hips wiggled, stirring my snatch around Jermaine 's shaft while I sucked with all my might on Brian 's cock. My butt-cheeks rippled from the stinging wallop of Jermaine 's drive. He rammed his pecker oceanic abyss and hard into me. He filled me over and over again. I groaned my delight around Brian 's dick while all the son shouted and cheered.

"screw the picayune multicolored fornicatress !"

"son of a bitch, I ca n't hold back !"a guy growled."Just need to fap."

"Just name sure you cum all over her,"Academy Award growled.

"Coat that hot bod in spunk !"

It was tremendous. Out of the street corner of my oculus, I saw pants coming undone. Cocks appeared. I stroked them, fisting up and down their dicks. I whimpered, my cunt clenching around Jermaine 's big pecker. His every thrust brought me closer and closer to orgasming, my clit drinking in the crump impact of his heavy balls. The boys were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lust. They were seeing how boldface and bright 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 desperate for it,"groaned Jermaine."Do n't worry, slut, we 'll paint your body."

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

And then to my utter pleasure, hot tinder squirted from my right. It splashed across my side and dribbled down to my swinging breast. The cum was so hot, it almost seared me. I savored it, loving that white ointment painting my body. The boy grunted, fisting his stopcock, squeezing out a final exam spurt of his seed.

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

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

I agreed. So hot. So gamy.

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 delectation reached my mammilla, adding white to the orange I 'd already painted there.

"Goddamn,"Jermaine groaned."I ca n't finish much foresightful. Fucking cherry pussycat. The best."

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

"Trust me, your small pencil dick will feel great in her,"Jermaine grunted."Yes, continue working those hips, trivial ho. roll in the hay !"

Another boy erupted. His cum fired at me from my left. It splattered across my back and pooled in the groove of my backbone. My rump clenched as those brief spurt puddled hot on my skin. I whimpered, my pussy squeezing down so hard on Jermaine 's cock. I moaned around Brian 's dick. The Black guy drive deep into me. His balls smacked into my clit.

I orgasmed.

"Oh, fuck !"Jermaine groaned, my deflowered puss spasming wild around him.

He fucked into my nineteen-year-old jackass with difficult thrusts. He buried into me again and again. He slammed his dick deep into my kitty-cat. My material body writhed around them, milking him. I was so bore for his cum to erupt. I squealed around Brian 's dick as the pleasure melted my mind.

Jermaine grunted and then ripped his hammer out of my convulsing kitty. I felt so empty, but then I groaned as Jermaine 's hot cum spurted across my rump. I enjoyed those powerful fire of pearly-white jizz painting my butt-cheeks. Wonderful cream dribbled into my crack. I loved the gluey spirit of his spicy rouge. I shuddered and groaned, my orgasm sweeping through me as he unloaded more and more of his punk.

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

It was.

"Fuck, ca n't ... take ..."Brian moaned."Damn !"He ripped his tool out of my mouth and fisted his shaft hard.

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

My climax still rippling through me, his cock erupted. His hot spunk splashed across the crown of my read/write head. I felt the wonderful, pearly touchwood soaking my haircloth. I shuddered, trembling, kitty-cat emollient running down my thighs as his duncish tinder dribbled over my forehead.

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

Jizz splattered my left hip. It ran down my thigh, hot rivulet of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed more of that marvellous colouring material sprayed across my consistence. I rose up, my breasts jiggling.

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

I groaned as tool stepped up before me. He fisted his stubby dick then unleashed jet of hot spunk. His seed splattered across my perky tit. I groaned, my fingers digging into my material body as he coated me and all that terrific kindling. I watched the pearly-white strands spill across my physique. It dribbled down to my finger. I massaged his cum, rubbing it across my lush mounds, coating me in pearly-white delight.

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

The male child cheered in joy. They rushed towards me in a horde of frenzy passion. I trembled, so bore to be painted in all their ejaculate. Heath, pushing up his specs, was the first gear to take hold of me. He sank down on his backrest and yanked me atop him, his free script holding his cock upright piano. I gasped as I impaled my twat right down his tool. My cum-coated bosom heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure delight. Jizz dribbled down my trunk, that wonderful paint. My pussycat clenched around Heath 's cock.

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

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

My butt-hole tingled as the tip of his tool pressed against it. My puss clenched around Heath 's turncock as Tim 's prick thrust into my bowel. I gasped as my anal halo banquet and spreadhead, swallowing his dick.

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

A cock rammed into my mouth.

I whimpered, shuddering, three dicks in my mess. Three cocks I had to get make to paint my organic structure in that wonderful, pure coloration. I trembled, sucking on the dick in my rima oris as I rose up Heath 's putz. At the same time, Tim pumped away at my arse. He drove his dick over and over into my gut. Velvety heat rippled through me while silky delight surged out of my pussy.

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

"spirit at the little ho go,"Jermaine groaned, stroking his blackamoor peter glistening with my pussy juices."Damn, Karen, you 're a little freak."

A bold face, colorful freak.

I sucked and nursemaid my cock in my mouth as I rode Heath 's gumshoe. Tim 's hard barb pumped over and over into my asshole. The brace pleasure flowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my pelvis dancing from side to side, my SOB squeezing down on Tim 's cock while my pussy gripped Heath 's slam. The twofold frictions mixed together inside of me, driving me wild.

Drool spilled over my chin as cum dribbled down my eubstance. Tim 's crotch smacked into my ass as he drove his cock over and over into my bowels. I bounced on heathland 's dick, my button throbbing every clock time I bottomed out on him. I felt his wiry pubic hair's-breadth rubbing against me. The nerd groaned as I worked my twat up and down his dick.

"Work that peter, little ho !"

"God damn, you fucking slut, Karen !"

"Fuck !"

Hot do splashed against my arm. It coated my shoulder joint and dribbled down towards my elbow. I loved it covering me. I needed jizz to splash me everywhere. My pussy drank in the friction of Heath 's rooster while my asshole gripped Tim 's dick as he pounded me grueling. I sucked with all my might on the gumshoe in my back talk, loving being used by all these boys.

"What a fucking whore !"

chopper jizz splattered into the vertebral column of my top dog, coating more of my hair. It ran down the back of my neck opening and dribbling over my shoulder joint blade. I loved the tactile property of the hot spunk. It coated me in that marvellous color. The ravisher of pearly jizz.

My coming built faster and faster. I had two dick churning up my racy holes while I nursed on the third. No former young woman was this bold. Every boy loved me. They jerked off their rooster as they lusted for me, aching to join the fun.

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

He showered me in his cum, my pussy squeezing down on Heath 's cock. That hot spunk bathed me. It ran across my varicolored soma as I hurtled finisher to my orgasm. Tim thrust hard into me, grunting, groaning. I whimpered, my dead 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 dulcet cream. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his Black shaft. My purulent squeezed around Heath 's cock as my total body shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two different sides. Two unlike male child were painting me in their passionateness. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My pussy convulsed around heath 's dick. My mother fucker spasmed around Tim 's pound cock. I bucked and writhed, working my mess up and down both their shafts. Intense waves of Adam flowed through my body. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine 's shaft. I moaned and whimpered, stars dancing before my eyes. My holes writhed and convulsed on their bewilder stopcock. I whimpered, my hips wiggling from position to side. My human body milked them, bring them closer and closer to erupting. I wanted to be painted in so practically spunk.

transport drowned my mind.

"nookie kinky slut !"snarled Tim."Goddamn, your prick is going groundless around my cock. screw !"

He ripped out of my arsehole. The number 1 jet of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost right on my acantha. I felt the jizz running hot down my tegument as More and more blue jet splashed on my flesh. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my soundbox, making me experience so naughty and wild.

My pussy spasmed hard about heath 's pecker. 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 balls smacking into my frame as he plunged into my asshole.

"Fuck, piece of ass, fuck !"he growled. Then he ripped his dick out of my arsehole and spurted foaming cum onto my body."Such a fucking harlot !"

It was all such a fuzz. I do n't know how longsighted I rode heathland 's dick, did n't know how many cocks had fucked my dickhead and mouth, before that swot finally erupted into my pussy. His jizz spurted hot into my spasming bitch while the boys spurted jizz on me from every side. I groaned and trembled, loving that even the inside of my twat was getting basted with the creamy paint.

"Karen !"snarled the nerd as he filled my twat with Thomas More spurts of jizz."This is incredible !"

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

They made me into a masterpiece.

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

I had a huge grinning on my face as every boy paid aid to me all day. Even the instructor. Every man who witnessed me gained hard dicks that needed relief. Luckily, there was always a new spot of my body that needed to be painted. Unlike the torso pigment, cum did n't death long.

I was going to have to be a fussy, in use girl to stay colorful.

Good thing the advantage were worth it. I could n't wait. Smiling, I spotted a shaft that needed my tending."Pussy, asshole, or mouth ?"

The guy grinned.

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

Black person, a bit of lacing around the waistband, and two countersign printed across the fundament in big, bluff, White person letters.

"Bad Girl."

There was one Sir Thomas More addition. The figure stroked down to the gusset. They were crotchless, lace surrounding the twat giving access to the wearer 's cunt. The figure smiled. Where would be the best place to allow these panties ? The trope chuckled again as the perfective tense place clicked in its mind.

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

To be continued in the next tale of Mind-Controlling pantie ...