Mind-Control Panties

Story Five : Bad Girl 's Sexy penalization

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure was n't at its common place to leave out off a duo of its exceptional creations.

The nondescript form slipped in through the bunch at the First Baptist Church 's apparel drive. The figure wove through the conservatively appareled bunch of people dropping off clothes in boxwood, codswallop bags, and sometimes let loose piles. The articles were dumped onto table to be sorted to be distributed to those with LE and in motivation. The anatomy was inspired to pull up stakes this duo of step-in here. It was the staring place for them.

They were muted compared to the last few it had made. A solid grim color, girdle trimmed in lacing, and with one unique lineament : they were crotchless. lacing also surrounded the slit in the panties'gusset, allowing naughty accession to the pussy of the prosperous girl who donned them.

Chastity Reynolds was a good young lady. The perfective tense one for the scanty emblazoned with the all-capitalized letters, each one lily-white and bold."Bad miss"they read.

With a flick of its wrist, the figure dropped the pantie into a pile of clothing. Soon a miss, eighteen, would arrive to sort them. By then, the figure would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

Chastity Sir Joshua Reynolds, a dessert, blonde missy with her hair falling in a hanker braid on her back, arrived to collect up the next incumbrance of clothes to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by sizes and types. There were laundry baskets waiting behind her, ready to encounter the wear as she processed them. She dumped her load on her sorting post, aegir to help her church provide for those with want in her community. It made her finger fulfilled. It gave the young lady such a thrill to be so helpful.

She froze when she came across the panties.

underwear was not one of the things that were asked for. Not used. If they came sealed in coterie, that was fine. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an electric tingle raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lace. They were the gamey pair of panties she 'd ever seen in her life. The eighteen-year-old fille shuddered, surprised by the liquid state hotness bursting inside of her. The wanton sense experience was something extraterrestrial to the skillful daughter. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lacing on the gusset.

She gasped as she poked her finger through the dent in the genital organ. They were torn, but deliberately. The innocent little girl did n't understand why soul would do that. What 's the pointedness of wearing step-in like these ? she wondered.

She turned them in her hand and gasped at the words printed in those boldface, all-capitalized letters."Bad Girl,"she breathed, reading the phrase."What are these doing here ?"

Those two password galvanized her brain. chastity was a practiced lady friend. Yes, she 'd gotten in trouble, told a few fibs, tried to get out of eating her greens or not doing her preparation, but she had never done anything truly bad.

She took her low gear step on that track as she balled up the scanty and shoved them into her skirt 's pocket. She gasped at what she 'd done. She was stealing from the church 's clothing drive.

nerve burning, she dove back into her sorting, hoping to blank out she 'd done anything so wicked.

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Chastity Sir Joshua Reynolds

I stared at the panties, my fingers stroking through the slit in the crotch. It was all I could think about since I stole them yesterday at the article of clothing thrust. I could n't think I 'd done that. But those two lyric, Bad female child, just electrified me. They were so tantalize. So at odds with everything that I was. Christians did n't steal. A Christian should n't want to wear something like this. And yet ...

I wanted to wear them.

I squirmed, the passion rushing through me. It was Sunday, and I was back from sunrise servicing. I had changed out of my pink dress, standing only in my bra and scanty now. I wanted to put on some fooling wearing apparel, to do my homework, and relax around the theater before evening service. All I could think about during church service was the step-in.

What would it be like to wear a brace that did n't throw a crotch ?

A shuddering, electric tingle raced on my finger demanded that I don them.

cheek burning, I set the panties down on my bed and stood up. My modest chest quivered in my white bra. They were niggling A cups, not really needing the support, but a in force woman wore her brassiere. That 's what mama said.

I hooked the waistband of my panties and rolled them off my rose hip. I was shocked by the sweetly musk that filled my poke. I groaned, realizing the scent was coming from the wet heating system that had engulfed my pussycat. I should n't think of my vagina as a cunt, but I could n't help it. Bad girlfriend had pussies.

Was I a bad girl now ?

I stepped out of my step-in and set them with tending on my bed. I grabbed the black scanty, the lace trim of the waistband caressing my fingers. I turned the distich in my traveling bag until they were facing the right way. I stepped my properly leg through the appropriate hole. I groaned as I slid my go forth leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The electric car shiver intensified.

Everywhere the material touched me came alive. A crackling virtuoso surged up my ramification and reached my pussy, increasing the molten rut. I let out a groan of trifle pleasure. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling in my brassiere. I pulled the scanty over my rear, the waistband riding low on my hips. My virgin sex clenched as a sinful whizz rippled out of me.

I glanced down and saw my blonde pubic haircloth peeking through the panties'slit.

That was n't right. What was the point of wearing step-in like these if my pubic whisker peeked out ? I smiled, this calm settling upon me. A bad miss did n't want pubic hair. A bad girl was shaved. And why was I wearing this pointless bra ? My minuscule titties did n't need it. I reached behind me and undid it as I smiled.

I had some grooming to do.

wearing away only my bad girl panties, I sauntered out of my bedroom. I yanked open my door, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hall, a sway to my marriageable hip joint I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my firm breasts jiggling before me. My nipples were so arduous. I tweaked them. Right there in the hallway, I let out a wanton groan of delight as the tingles raced down to my pussy.

No one caught me.

I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me.

"celibacy, honey,"Mom said a heartbeat later,"I 'm going out for a jog. You good do your homework."

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

I stared at myself in the mirror. My look was so unornamented and inexperienced person. And what was up with this braid ? It was long. Cute. That had to go. I wrenched open a drawer and found a pair of scissors. I unwound my braid, my golden locks spilling around me. And then I took the pair of scissors to them.

clipping. Snip. Snip.

My hair fell to the flooring, aureate strands fluttering to their end. I cut my whisker at the shoulder joint, creating something that was so ragged and angry. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my head, watching my new locks dancing about my mischievous face. I loved it. I pursed my mouth, smiling. Mom would detest it. She thought women should deliver prospicient hair.

Not me.

I did n't wish slipping out of the pantie, but I had to trim. I thrust them down, gathered up the garden pink froth and my razor, then slid into the bath. I threw my wooden leg over the position of the tub, feeling my tight pussy lips parting. I could n't aid but run a finger up and down my folds. I did n't accept a Hymen. I 'd broken that riding my bike years ago.

touch sensation bad, I thrust my finger inside of my Virgo the Virgin pussycat. I gasped, having never done that before. It felt so wicked. I was hot and juicy and oh, so, silky. I shuddered, my toes curling.

I masturbated right wing then and there. The bathroom doorway was n't even locked. Dad could walk in and catch me. He could see me being a bad, bad daughter. He could determine my fingers plunging in and out of my pussy. I stirred my pussy up. He would gaze at me with such a wanton lust and see that I was a wicked thing.

A slut.

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

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

We shaved our pussies to be wicked, wanton sluts.

I groaned as the razor sight across my sensitive vulva. I tingled from my climax, getting rid of the pubic pilus only made me sense more and more spiritualist down there. When I turned on the spigot to wash away away the foam, I almost came again. It was so acute. I held my pussy against the flow of water, feeling it pouring into my silky depths.

"Daddy, daddy, yes !"I howled.

compassion he did n't show up.

Dry and out of the bath, I pulled on my front-runner pair of scanty. Now they felt right to wear. I could feel the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the slit. I felt so repellent as I strolled out of the lav topless and headed back to my bedroom, my pelvic girdle swaying from incline to side. Why could n't daddy experience caught me ? Or even Mommy ? Maybe she 'd make me eat her pussy.

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

I was disappointed with my wearable option. None of them would do. I finally settled on a short-sleeved blouse that was disastrous and the shortest doll I had. It fell to my human knee. My knees ! God, I was such a lame, boring bitch. No longer. I was off to the mall.

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

I got the knack of driving real quick. I was sure daddy would forgive me for that one little slit. I 'd sop up his cock to make it up to him. How could he be mad at me after that ?

I arrived at the center, ready to shift my life. I needed make-up, something that was forbidden by my female parent, a new wardrobe, and anything else that caught my eye. I smiled at any boys I passed, pursing my lips and letting them see the interestingness in my eye. They grinned and nodded to each former as they noticed me.

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

I sauntered into pinko modishness, the trendy wearable station I 'd always seen but never dared to enter before. My eyes flitted around, searching for the double-dyed thing. I spotted a shortstop blue jean skirt, the material looking like it would hug me blind drunk. I snagged it off the rack, and then I noticed a contraband belly shirt that had no sleeves. I was a size 2 petite, so I grabbed the size of it 1. I wanted it tight. Smirking, I headed to the changing room.

I did n't waffle to denudate off my old clothes. I left them in a heap on the flooring. I did n't need those drilling things any longer. I ripped the tag end off my new jean chick then pulled it up my legs. I shuddered as the jean rasped against my thighs. My cunt felt so excited, the air kissing my shaved backtalk. I slid the blue jean skirt up and up over my buttocks.

It rode low my rosehip, just covering the waistband of my scanty. If was tight, almost digging into my pulp. I shuddered, loving how dead it was. If I bent over, boy would get a little peek at my panties. Would they notice there was no crotch ?

I was so eager to find out.

I paused to slip my good manus underneath my skirt and slither my finger through the twat in my step-in'gusset. I stroked my juicy twat lips, sending a wicked thrill through me. My naked breasts jiggled. I pinched a nipple, oohing in delight. I shuddered and then pulled my fingers out.

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

A quick tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my head. I had to exploit it down, the cloth molding around my torso. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding breast, my small nipples outlined by the sparse textile. It clung to my little knocker, leaving naught to the imaginativeness. My sleek, flat stomach was exposed, my cute navel just begging for care. With my short, wild fuzz, I looked so wicked.

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

Not giving any fucks, I opened the changing room room access and sauntered out like I owned these apparel. I threaded my way through the memory, navigating the habiliment single-foot. I did n't even glance at the clerk.

In minute, I was past the sensors and out into the stream of the mall 's foot traffic. I sauntered to my next destination. My pussy clenched, a impish thrill racing through me. I shoved my hand beneath my skirt right there as so strolled along, rubbing my pussy. I stroked myself through the slit.

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

A wicked thrill shot through me as I headed into Bath and peach Delights. It had a huge collecting of makeup. I was most interested in some lipstick. I needed to do something about my pale, pink sassing. I needed a vibrant shade. I needed to announce to the world just who I was. My regard fell towards that interdict section. The place my female parent never wanted me to go.

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

I rolled my centre. Bad girlfriend should want to go to hell. That was where we belong.

I shuddered, heading towards the constitution. Excitement flooded through me. I was just so aegir for this. I reached the display, staring at all the different I. There were so many colors. So many dissimilar ways I could paint my lips. Some were pathetic. Why would I want to go with a slightly different tint of pink ? But there were other ones ... bolshy so bright they practically screamed harlot. Purples. They even had black.

I shuddered, wondering just how many of these I could steal. I was tidal bore to find out.

I grabbed the black lipstick first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my skirt. The crotchless scanty were useful. I had a spicy space I could shroud things. I groaned as the specialise tubing of lipstick pressed against my virginal pussy lips. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and mystifying. I groaned, naughty riffle tingling down to my toes. My rose hip shook in my dungaree skirt, the denim rustling about my thighs.

"Oh, yes, yes,"I moaned. It was so wicked. I could just masturbate rightfulness here.

Masturbate ... It felt nice having the electron tube of lip rouge inside me. But they were thing designed for getting a girl off. There was one naughty blank space in the mall where I could get one.

Grinning, I snagged up the Passion Fruit Red, hating the name of the color but it was so scarlet. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the black lipstick tube even deeper into my profoundness. My back arched. My mamilla quivered in my belly shirt. My teat throbbed so much. I stared up at the ceiling as the delight rippled through me. My pussy was so medium. I could n't wait to take my get-go cock interior of me.

Maybe I should let daddy fuck me for denting his car ? Ooh, I bet he had such a big dick. He would fill me up More than these lipstick tubes. I pulled my finger's breadth away, loving how they were sticky with my succus. I brought them to my poke, inhaling my sweet musk.

"God, I smell delicious,"I moaned.

I popped my fingers in my sassing. I sucked on them. My tongue danced around them like they were many cocks, cleaning up my cream. Such a delicious thrill.

My cunt clenched around the two lipstick thermionic valve. I bit my lip, wanting to slip a thirdly, but I was getting apprehensive about getting that low gear one out. My finger could only reach so far inside of me. Well, the two I had would be good enough for now. I could always shoplift again.

On the way out, I snatched some eye shadow, palming the slender cause in my hand. I sauntered out, the tubes of lipstick shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how wicked they felt. My cheeks burned as the rapture rippled through me. I gave the salesclerk, sitting bored the counter and staring at her phone, a wave.

She gave a half-hearted moving ridge back. She had no thought I had a pussy full of her merchandise.

I burst into wanton giggles the moment I was out of the fund. I strutted into the flow of the mall 's customer, my pussy getting teased by those lipstick tubes shifting inside of me. I groaned, wondering if I could come just from walking around with stuff buried in my twat.

That was something I had to find out next.

I ducked into the ladies room and fished out both tubing of lipstick from my pussy. I had a piddling trouble getting out the black tube, my fingers slipping on the smooth shaft. I shuddered and groaned, the lacing of the crotchless scanty massaging my brass knucks while I stimulated my hot flesh. My clit ached and throbbed. With a hard Northerner, I wrenched out the juicy lipstick.

Both tubes were soaked in my succus. I decided to go with the red, dropping the black into my purse. Though I 'd never applied lipstick before, I nailed it. I coated my mouth perfectly. They were just so bright and scarlet. It made me look so disgusting. I opened the eye apparition, seeing a pallet with various shades on it. I selected a dark blue-grey hue and swept it across my upper lid. They made my unripe depths look so smoky.

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

constitution was done, It was meter to get that sex toy. There was a intimate apparel shop that had a"personal massager"section. They sold them to relieve"female stress."I loved it. They also had a discreet selection of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly naughty ones you would find at a sex shop, but I could definitely ascertain myself my number one vibrator.

I sauntered inside like I belonged, passing a few other char who were browsing the bra. I drifted towards the"massagers,"not even hesitating. If you acted like you belonged, the great unwashed thought you did. God, people were so stupid. I was eighteen.

I reached the toys, smiling. My eye flicked up and down them. There were a couplet of trunk and wand massagers, packaged to look like traditional therapy items instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few friends whose female parent had those. On the tush shelf were the on-key sex miniature. The vibrators that were shaped like thick shafts. A heavy dildo made me smile.

I groaned when I saw the display manikin. It was silver, so wonderfully shiny. I picked it up and smiled. I did n't even depend to see if anyone was looking.

I just shoved the toy up beneath my skirt.

"Oh, God, yes,"I groaned as the thick, tricksy shaft of the vibrator pushed into my Virgin twat.

My snatch rim spread around it, my cunt stretching and stretching for it. My toes wiggled in my horseshoe. Wicked milk sickness raced through me as I pressed the vibrator deeper and deeper into my slit. It was like nothing I 'd ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so a good deal thicker than my fingers. Than the lipstick tubes. It kept going. It reached deeper and deeper inside of me. I groaned, trembling on the scepter of an climax. My eyes fluttered, my breathing time quickened.

"Oh, God, I 'm going to possess so much fun with you,"I moaned.

I groaned as I pushed the shoemaker's last inch into me. I savored it. I was so wonderfully replete. Was this what it would feel like to induce a cock in me ? I could n't await to regain out. I could n't hold off to sleep together my inaugural guy. I did n't live who it should be.

My begetter ?

He was someone a bad daughter would screw. He was at home. I did need to make up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the thick vibrator shifting around my pussy. I groaned, every step a howling delight. I moved through the store, bold, not giving any fucks.

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

"We need you to come with us, miss,"an authorized voice said.

My forefront snapped to the right wing to see the substantial and tall form of a police police officer advancing on me. He had dark fuzz, a thick moustache on his speed lip. His optic were hard as he stared at me. My pussy clenched about the vibrator as I gave him a beguiling smile.

"Oh,"I said, playing it poise."Is there something awry, policeman ?"

"We just require you to get with us, miss,"a second cop said. He was grandiloquent and broad-shouldered, a brown goatee framing his thick and right lip. He had a pass buzzed into the slope of his headway, that high and stiff flattop. A shudder rippled through me, my puss clenching down on the vibrator.

"Oh, I need to go. My pa 's waiting for me."I fluttered my centre as I gushed like a little girl."He 'll be so mad if I 'm late. I ca n't help you. Sorry."

The cop with a mustache, his name tag reading potato, seized my right wing arm."Do n't resist, miss."

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

"Placing you under arrest for suspiciousness of shoplifting,"he said.

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

"Miss, we 've seen the security footage of you walking out of garden pink last word in the dame and top you stole off the rack. I bet that 's not the alone thing we 're going to line up that you 've stolen."

"So do n't hold out, miss,"said the officer with a goatee. His name tag read Lassiter."It would be a shame to ingest to ... bruise such a pretty thing."

This wicked shake ran through me as Officer potato pulled both my wrists behind my back. He held my hired man together while he pulled out his handcuffs. I gasped as the first handcuff slapped on my right wrist. I felt the sting pain and then heard the ratcheting sound as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the other cuff on my left carpus, binding my hands together.

I trembled, arrested like a straight bad girl.

"Oh, god, you have no mind of the wicked things I 've done,"I purred in the sexiest voice I could. I could finger the pussy juices dripping out of me, A drop landed on the floor between my feet. My cream must be running down the vibrator.

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

"penalization,"growled policeman Murphy.

I almost fainted in rapture.

The vibrator shifted around inside of me as the two fuzz marched me through the mall. Each one gripped my arm, their hands so stiff. I trembled between them, but not in reverence. My cunt only grew hotter and hotter. My clit ached, the lace of the crotchless scanty brushing my slight bud as I swayed my pelvic arch. My nipples rubbed into the thin cloth of my harvest top, sending marvelous tingle down to my pussy.

They were both so strong. So young and brawny. I licked my mouth, feeling the waxy substance of the lipstick. My minuscule breasts quivered, their eye falling on them as they jiggled in my too-tight top.

Our journey ended at a small auxiliary police station for the mall. Just a little waiting elbow room no bigger than a bus stop, a stead for a couple of pig stationed at the shopping mall to deliver to on their breaks. It probably had a holding cellular phone in there. I shuddered as Officer potato pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the heavy door. It creaked open, my cunt gripping the vibrator as a severe tingle raced through me.

"You got a name, slut ?"asked police officer Lassiter as he led me through."A material one since Slut is the perfect word for you, is n't it ?"

"Yes,"I moaned.

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

"Then you 'll just have to pee me talk,"I moaned as they opened a secondment threshold onto a small interrogation elbow room. There was a metal table in there, a pair of chairs around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.

"Better pat her Down,"said Officer Murphy."You want to take high or low ?"

"High,"said Officer Lassiter."adulteress got herself a pair of overnice titties. Young and business firm. I bet you 're not a day over eighteen."

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

I shuddered at the touch of a man on my white meat. My pap throbbed as he massaged his medal into them. gasp and moans burst from my lips as I trembled there. My pussy clenched so severely on the vibrator. I swayed, my eye fluttering, piffling stars dancing across my vision as an electric surge snapshot through me.

ship's officer Murphy knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the fastening of my blue jean skirt. With a hard yank, he ripped it down. He exposed my nigrify panty with their two Holy Scripture written in those bold, white letters. He chuckled, his hand stroking across the phrase.

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

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

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

"shag hell. Eighteen and stealing sex miniature, huh ?"ship's officer Lassiter grinned at me as he twisted my nipples."I bet your parents are sooooo proud."

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

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

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

I trembled as Officer Lassiter twisted and played with my nipple, massaging them as this incredible blissfulness surged out of my puss. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like nothing I 'd ever reckon. My fingers twitched as my stallion body trembled.

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

"That 's what you wanted to steal, huh ?"military officer Murphy asked, his fingerbreadth sliding around the buzzing shot shoved in my twat. His fingers stroked over my petals."Just wanted to get off, did n't you, slovenly woman ?"

"I wanted to detonate !"I moaned, the humming churning up my pussy.

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

I gasped as he did n't take off my crop top—how could he with my hands cuffed—instead, he just ripped the front open. The sparse fabric torus while the muscles in his weapons system bulged. My puss clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how stiff he was. How powerful. I whimpered, realizing just how helpless I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whimper of ravish fusillade from my lip as my cute breast jiggled before me. Then I groaned as Officer Murphy yanked down my bad girl panties, sliding them down my legs until I was stepping out of them. I stood there bare, the vibrator buzzing in my goof. More drop curtain of pussy succus dribbled from the naughty toy, splattering the cement floor. My toes curled in my place as I whimpered and moaned, my headway tossing back and forth. My short, wild hair swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're guilty of shoplifting, jade,"growled officer murphy. His paw planted into the midriff of my back and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the table, my nipples kissing the coldness, metallic surface. I gasped at his strength as he pinned me there. Being helpless made me feel incredible. My fingers flexed, my articulatio radiocarpea pulling at the metal cuffs.

He twisted the base of the vibrator again.

"It can buzz higher ?"I howled as it churned away inside of me. The humming intensified. dark already fuzzed the sharpness of my visual modality. My orgasm built and built inside my juicy cunny. My eighteen-year-old goose squeezed down on the amazing toy massaging my interior. My bit melted around it. I was—

SMACK !

Stinging pain exploded across my ass. My cunt clenched down so hard on the buzzing ecstasy. The humming toy soothed away the stinging pain burning at the stake across my rump. I had n't been spanked since I was a petty lady friend, I wished my dada did it more often.

This was so exciting.

fling !

Officer Lassiter spanked his across-the-board handwriting on my left butt-cheek. That wonderful, stinging pain burned through me, only increasing the pleasure building my pussycat. The vibrator carried me towards my coming so fast. I was out of control.

SMACK !

"Such a naughty, fucking slut !"

go !

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

SMACK !

CRACK !

smooch !

CRACK !

Their deal fell over and over. There barely was a fortune for the stinging pain to fleet before the next spank landed. My pussy drank in the heat, transforming it into rapture. It mix with the buzzing delight rippling from that amazing vibrator. I whimpered and moaned, surging towards my orgasm.

SMACK !

"Filthy slattern !"

CRACK !

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

"No !"I howled as my sexual climax exploded through me."Bad little girl have to be punished !"

big H !

CRACK !

My pussy convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after waving of bliss flooded from my cunt. Tsunamis of rapture flowed through my organic structure. The rapture drowned my mind. sensation burst across vision while darkness rippled around the border. My wrist pulling against the handcuffs, adding another flare pain to the mighty spanks landing over and over on my naughty rump.

scag !

CRACK !

succus flowed hot, down my thigh, gushing out around the vibrator churning me up. Its humming surged cloud nine through me that mixed with stinging painful sensation, the two swirling together to produce a tempest inside of me. A tempest of perfect ecstasy. It swept through me. Electrified me. My hard nipples rubbed against the low temperature steel of the interrogatory table.

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

The pure rapture of being naughty.

SMACK !

shot !

"Oh my fucking God, yes ! restrain spanking me ! I 'm still bad ! penalize me ! I stole ! I 'm a wicked thief !"

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

scag !

"What are you suggesting ?"asked Officer Murphy.

Instead of the next spank, I heard the rustling of wear. I blinked as Officer Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the former side of the interrogation tabular array from the early cop, naked, his body all hard muscles. He seized my shortly, blonde pilus and yanked my fountainhead a few column inch towards ...

His tool.

His dick bobbed before my sass as it thrust before him. I opened wide, swallowing his shaft as the vibrator churning up my convulsing bitch. My goose never stopped spasming around that vibrating toy, exaltation after ecstasy sweeping through my organic structure.

I shuddered as the first ever dick entered my mouth.

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

I heard clothing rustling behind me. officer Irish potato was stripping naked now. He was exposing that hefty body of his. I just knew it. Would he fuck my virgin pussy with his hard cock ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my offset dick while I sucked on another cock ?

I gasped as officer Murphy ripped the vibrator out of my kitty-cat. I was suddenly so vacate. I whimpered, needing something filling my bozo. The pussy-coated, buzzing toy pressed between my rump cheeks. Against my bastard. Before I even knew what was happening, he slammed it into my virgin rectum.

My anal anchor ring widened to engulf it. The abuzz exaltation buried into my bowels. A new walking on air flooded through me. I whimpered around military officer Lassiter 's big dick, sucking hard as I squealed.

Officer Murphy rammed his dick into my spasming twat.

Another coming fusillade inside of me, my pussy writhing about the dick taking my virginity. I had my world-class cock in me. thick and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my satiny flesh as I squeezed my eyes shut. Such pleasure filled me, buzzing out of my dickhead, rippling out of my pussy, sparking from my nipples rubbing on the cold table.

"Goddamn, this slut knows how to suck stopcock,"growled Officer Lassiter.

"You should try her cunt !"groaned Officer Murphy."I 've never been in bitch this tight. Barely sound puss is puzzle !"

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

It was incredible.

The pleasure just would n't break off. Wave after moving ridge of delight rippled through me as the two cops punished me. Every time policeman spud slammed into my cunt, his fork smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a piffling bit deeper into me. My fingerbreadth flexed, my radiocarpal joint pulling on the handlock. They used me. They fucked my nubile soundbox with hunger.

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

I wiggled my hip, stirring my convulsing cunt around military officer spud 's big peter. I wanted the cop spurting into my cunt. I wanted to finger that hot jizz splashing inside of me. I moaned, sucking with such despairing hunger on Officer Lassiter 's cock. dribble ran out of the turning point of my mouth, running over my chin.

"God fucking shucks,"police officer Murphy growled as he fucked my kitty."That 's what you get for being a naughty, stealing cunt ! You get fucked !"

"I 'm going to oversupply your mouth with my cum, you little whore !"His breast swelled."You 're going to salute it all down, are n't you, Slut ?"

I squealed around his dick.

"Yeah, you are, just a have a go at it skank. You want to guzzle down my cum !"

I sucked so surd. I wanted to drink in his cum. I wanted to sense it spurting into my mouth. I sucked with such feverish hunger. My bastard clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety flesh while officer spud 's big stick rammed into my cunt. orgasm after orgasm flooded through me.

It was the best in the world. Sex was awing. My ass burned with every impact of Officer Murphy 's crotch. He spanked me every time he fucked into my naughty bitch. I squealed, the handcuffs rattling as I trembled. My fingerbreadth twitched. My picayune nipples drank in the low temperature open of the query table. The wanton sounds of my cock sucking mix in with the slap of flesh on anatomy. The wicked noises echoed through the small interrogation room.

The cops grunted and groaned as they used me. They plowed into me from both sides. My center squeezed shut, whiz dancing through the dark. My idea drowned. How much Thomas More of this could I train ? My pussycat convulsing. Rippling and spasming. It was incredible.

"God fucking damn,"officer Murphy growled."What a tight slit. Oh, god, I ca n't take much more of this pussy."

"shtup cum in her snatch ! Just flood the piffling whore !"Officer Lassiter gripped my hair, pulling on it. anguish flared in my scalp."Yes !"

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

I loved it.

My kitty spasmed harder. My asshole rippled around the buzzing vibrator. I squealed as the jizz spurted and bathed my grimace. I opened my mouth astray, thrusting out my lingua. A fantastic small fry splashed right on my tongue. The salty joy melted through my taste perception buds.

"Yes, yes, yes ! !"I howled."Cum on my look ! Use me like a fucking sporting lady !"

"God fucking damn,"Officer Lassiter panted, his muscular chest uprising and falling. He sank down to the chair, his face flushed."Jesus, you know how to gasconade a cock."

"The nooky hussy smuggles vibrators up her cunt ! What did you expect ?"ship's officer Murphy slammed deep into me."screwing !"

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

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

His ball smacked into my clit.

Pleasure exploded through me as his cum jetted into my cunt. I felt his passion splashing against my astuteness. My pussy writhed about him as he unloaded spirt after spurt of jizz. The intense waves of ecstasy swept through me as a man filled my nubile pussy with his seed.

I reveled in it. As policeman Lassiter 's succus dripped on my aspect, my pussy milked Officer white potato 's dick dry. His hand squeezed my hips, gripping me as he grunted with each bam. I loved it. He was filling me with all his jizz.

"Oh, yes, I was such a bad, bad girl, was n't I ?"I giggled."I seduced two cop to fuck me while on duty."

officeholder Lassiter chuckled.

"Goddamn, you are—"

The threshold opened, cutting off Officer Irish potato.

"What are you two ..."The thick vocalisation of the entrant trailed off.

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

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

Though he called the inkiness cop"Mac,"his name tag read officeholder Booker T. Washington. The total darkness cop stared at me."What did the little fornicatress steal ? Your cum ?"

officer Irish potato chuckled."The dildo buzzing away in her asshole, the clothes on the trading floor, and who knows what else. She was on a picayune crime spree before we caught her."

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

"Nope,"I moaned.

SMACK !

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

ship's officer Booker T. Washington chuckled."She is a distasteful, little skank, is n't she ?"

"That she is,"ship's officer Lassiter said."And, no, her bastard has n't been fucked."

"Yet."The deep gang fight of ship's officer capital of the United States 's words made my bowels clench around on the buzzing vibrator.

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

I wanted to find out.

"Look at her wiggle,"said police officer Washington."Little, tweed slut wants my big, Negro cock reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

flavour ! !

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

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

It wanted to do such naughty, naughty things.

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

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

"Bet her daddy loves her,"officer Murphy said."Bet she sucks his cock every night."

I would. Right beneath mommy 's nose. I 'd be such a bad, bad girl.

officer Washington ripped the vibrator out of my asshole and tossed the buzzing toy to the trading floor. It skittered and hummed, rattling as the locomotive engine kept churning away. I was suddenly bereft of all superstar in my downhearted half. My asshole clenched, my body shaking. I became so mindful of the frigidity table beneath my body. My modest titties drank it in, my nipple throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so prepare for it.

Strong hands grabbed my waist. They were huge, practically wrapping around me. I gasped as the dim man lifted me up. He held me, my tomentum dangling before me. A drop curtain of cum fell from my chin and splattered on the table. He pressed his dick between my butt-cheeks. He moved me, sliding my crack up his dick until his tip pressed into my asshole. It was a midst, blunt cockhead.

I whimpered.

He was really going to fuck me up the ass with that monster. I whimpered, my asshole relaxed by the buzzing toy. I felt so loose back there. I could do this. I could take—

"Holy fucking shit !"I howled as he did n't push up me. Instead, he pulled me back. He impaled me on his dick.

My asshole flared in pain in the neck as it stretched widely enough to hold his huge, pitch blackness dick. He lanced so cryptical in me. My bowels clung to him, this burning heat rippling through me. I bucked and squirmed, my little titties jiggling beneath me. The cop grunted as my butt-cheeks pressed against his fork. I could palpate his wiry pubic hair.

"Goddamn, White young woman ass is the best."

I just whimpered, drooling, cum and spit falling to the tabular array as I moaned. It was incredible. My pussy was already spasming. Another orgasm rippled through me, my asshole celebrating his monumental dick filling me. Only a bad little girl could ask a cock that immense back there without flinching. I rippled and writhed about them, squirming my hips, stirring myself around them as I dangled in his grip.

He gripped my shank tight and then fucked me up and down his rooster like a living sex toy. Like I was his personal Fleshlight. I gasped and moaned, his dick pumping in and out of my arse. My writhing flesh gripped him, the oestrus flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the former two copper watched and chuckled. My moans echoed through the interrogation room, my passion rippling about us. It was incredible.

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

Bright sparks exploded across my vision. My head tossed back and Forth. I groaned and gasped as he fucked me up and down his hammer faster and faster. I could finger his persuasiveness, his large fingerbreadth holding me. He practically encircled my waist with his two script. The man swung around me as he used me.

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

"All the Edward D. White sluts do. They love my big, inkiness dick stretching out their plastered holes."

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

My twat convulsed, juices and cum spilling down my thigh. My handcuff rattled. It felt so vex. I gasped and squeaked and moaned as he worked his dick in and out of my asshole. I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling, my joy rippling about his cock. This was the near in the populace. I never wanted this to end.

He groaned. I could tell he loved my asshole. He worked me up and down that big, Black dig. My back arched, my piddling titty jiggling beneath me. My cunt spasmed so hard, aching to be filled with anything. So envious of my asshole.

The delight burned through my thoughts. An ecstatic blaze devouring everything. His every plung in my asshole sent new tabloid of fire racing through me. I burned. Ecstasy consumed me. I howled. Shivered. This was beyond any star I could imagine. I was just his sex toy. His living bed doll.

Then he fucked me.

As he slammed me down his putz, his hips rammed forward. I gasped at the shocking spank, nuisance flaring across my nates. I bounced forward, my bowels sliding up his cock as his coat of arms held me loose now. It was like I was a swing. His hips plowed into me hard now. He pounded my motherfucker with even more vigor.

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

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

More orgasms than I could number blazed through me. They roared from one to the former, disco biscuit enrapture in bliss and euphoria all swirling in a firestorm of passion. Darkness swallowed my vision. I howled. It was too much.

My senses could n't take it.

"God fucking tinker's damn !"the cop roared.

The Joseph Black cop 's touchwood fired in my son of a bitch. Dimly, at the edges of my awareness, I felt the jolts of jizz pumping into me again and again. These hot watercourse of spunk basted me. I trembled, loving him. My son of a bitch writhed, milking his dick as he grunted.

I swayed through the dark. The rapture buffeted me from every side. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in ecstasy. I felt something aplomb against me. My prick was vacuous, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the interrogation table before me.

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

"Goddamn, what a slut,"panted police officer Washington."That was a physical exercise. Her ass was tighter than a bankers fist."

"Only interrogative, what are we going to do with the little harlot ?"said Officer Murphy."Still do n't know her name. We got to publish this up in the write up somehow."

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

police officer Irish potato snorted."Let you go ? We got you cold on shoplifting. We found the vibrator shoved up your twat. Why would we let you go ?"

"True,"I said, straightening. So much of Officer Booker Taliaferro Washington 's cum leaked out of my shit. It ran down to my pussy, mixing with officeholder Murphy 's. military officer Lassiter 's jizz still stained my face."What 's gon na materialize when your superiors find out you all fucked me. Are you going to arrogate that I 'shoplifted'your cum out of your testis ? That I got it in a Meleagris gallopavo baster and just squirted it up in all my holes."

"We 'll scavenge you up,"said police officer Washington, his voice growing stiff.

I laughed. My handcuff mountain chain rattled."We both know that forensics will notice even the tiniest trace of your jizz on me. Your DNA. How long will you be going to put away for molesting an female prisoner ?"

officer Lassiter swallowed.

"Or, you can let me go. I 'll be exceptionally thankful. Just think all the former chances you will get to catch me being juicy. You 'll give birth to paddle me. Tie me up. Fuck me."I shrugged."You ca n't do that from prison. Unless you want to be the one getting fucked."

"God fucking darn,"Officer Washington groaned."Why does a whore always know when she has you by the balls ?"

I winked at him.

It was n't tenacious before I was sauntering out of the mall 's modest police station wearing my bad girl pantie, the vibrator shoved back up inside my cunt. I wore one of their police t-shirts, feeling naughty that I had their department logo printed across my bantam titty. It was sized for a kid, so it fitted me like a bit peel. It showed off everything. I was going to revel being a bad girl.

papa would love the new me. And so would all the other boys.

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The public figure chuckled. sexual morality was a brainy winner. It was so happy it had the idea to make these step-in. Humans were such fun to manipulate.

Its newest Creation was quick. It was an interesting span of panties. It was actually virginal. A balmy white, the girdle trimmed in touchy lace, a single Word of God printed in princess-pink letters across the seat, each one drawn in a convolution of cursive.

Curious ?

The figure smiled. It was clip to have More fun. Another girl needed another gamey pair of panties.

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