Mind-Control step-in

Story eighter : Hot & Naughty Bitch

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta recitation this !

The bod entered a store it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the type of store it had never ventured into before. It was n't the kind of place that young girls shopped at. Nor was it even a position that people typically went to to find out clothing. It was a gaming store.

The situation tingled its senses. The air hummed with probability, probability, and stake. The opening sent a rush through its veins. If it had n't found this new high gear of mind control, it would be tempted to see what sort of mischief-making it could get up to in here.

None of the customer, almost entirely male, noticed its presence as it ghosted between the shelf covered in fanciful merchandise. Everything from role-playing game books to miniature war game figures abounded. The shelves were stocked with all manner of dice and rulers and paints and poster sleeve and a host of other particular the shape had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its senses, but it remembered its mission.

Clutched in the bod 's hand was a exceptional pair of panties. It was cut narrower than other single it had dropped off, almost a thong save it spread into a triangular patch of cloth at the back with enough room for two parole to be written : idle Bitch. Printed in scarlet letters, the phrase contrasted with the light-blue polyester/cotton portmanteau word.

With a flick, it tossed its creation onto a box of war game miniature, the models on the cover all brandishing futuristic weapons.

The panty were out of place. They should be noticed.

Only its destined possessor would.

With a final groan, the figure slipped away with characterless easiness through the fanboys browsing the wares. It passed by guys excited at what they 'd discovered, exulting in pulling a rare calling card out of a relay link pack or at finding the close box of a set of miniature. As the figure stepped out, a young man stepped in.

Eric Mitchels had a put-on aspect on his youthful brass. The nineteen-year-old boy was tall with a offset build. He looked gymnastic and more put together aspect than the usual clientele that shopped here. He wore a mingy tank top made of some futurist material that hugged his torso and a duet of running drawers. He had shades perched on his head. He was on his college 's track and domain squad, but he was also soul who enjoyed playing collectible placard games.

There was a new set out for his deary one.

He had a put-on flavor because of who trailed after him. His picayune sister, Jane.

She had long, brown pilus, I lighter hue than her brother 's dead ignition lock. She stood slender, appearing almost like a tomboy. She wore a baggy tee shirt and loose jeans, a baseball cap perched on her head. Her puritanical eyes, the Saame shade as her sometime crony, flicked around while she gushed at all the wonderful sights. A smiling gap on her sass, dimpling her freckled cheeks.

"What 's that ?"she asked, pointing.

"Dungeons & firedrake,"Eric said."RPG game."

"Ooh, ooh, what 's that !"she gasped, pointing at something to the right.

He rolled his eyes. His babe did n't seem to mark that he grit his teeth. He shook his head, hating that his parents forced him to watch her for the good afternoon. He was already heading towards the friend packs, eager to rip out a few of them and open up them. There was a mythologic rare he was hoping to snag. Maybe he 'd get golden.

It would complete his deck.

Jane, however, was pointing at a twain of panties. They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some variety of digit. She drifted to the pair and snagged them up. She shuddered as the thrill rippled through her. She turned them in her helping hand, her eyes falling on the contract strip that widened into a triangle.

"Wild gripe,"she whispered, this naughty rush shooting through her.

Without view, she shoved the panties into her jeans. She whirled around and saw her crony on the former incline of the store. She darted past a display, bore to see what he was doing. She loved hanging out with her older brother.

If she could, she would keep up him everywhere.

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Eric Mitchels

It was around eleven in the morning when I was finally quick to get up. It was a Saturday, so I was taking it light. The weather was great, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to channelise to the plot store. I had another twenty I could spend on booster face pack. Maybe this time I get the card. I could n't give to buy it, it was way too much on the secondary marketplace. It would make out my deck of cards. I wanted to be quick for next Fri night.

Deciding on heading to the game store instead of going for a jog, I stood up and pulled on a pair of jean shorts. I snagged a tight jersey, pulling it over my fit form. I stood up, stretching. My abdomen rumbled, so I figure I could get something to eat on the way. I wrenched open the threshold and came face-to-face with my minuscule sister.

"Jane ?"I started to groan until I noticed how precious she looked. She had makeup on, giving her a more womanly look. And there was this ellipses wild look in her down eyes. I frowned, then blinked when I noticed what she was wearing.

She had on a tight pair of jeans that hugged her physique. The denim clung to shapely thighs. While she did n't give much rose hip, she had some feminine curve to her eighteen-year-old soundbox. Even strange, I could see her stomach. She wore a belly shirt, a outer boundary of pink running down beneath the cloth cupping her small breasts. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a isthmus of purple cloth wrapped around her body. I shivered as this strange tingle running through me. It rippled across my pelt and ended at my turncock. I started to chub up.

Why was I getting hard at the visual modality of my piddling sister ?

"Hey,"she said, this big grin on her face. It really set off the lentigo on her face."You going somewhere ?"

"Yeah, to the game store,"I said.

Her eyes lit up, that wildfire still burning in their depths."Can I come ?"

Normally, I would say no, but all the blood was rushing to my dick. She was looking ... sexy. Her belly was flat and toned, her breasts, while small, had a nice shape to them. Her nipples pressed hard, poking at the thin cloth.

"Sure."

Joy fit to life in her middle. She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. She bounced up and planted a candy kiss on my nerve. I could 've sworn I felt her spit for a second like she licked me. Then she snuggled up against me, gripping my arm. She had this look of abject joy, this wild delight.

I could n't help but notice the light-blue edge of her pantie peeking out of the low-riding jeans she wore.

When did my slight sister get hot ? Damn.

"You think you 're going to get the visiting card this time ?"she asked as we headed down the hallway.

"Only one way to find out,"I said, my dick at a full moon erection. I wanted to align myself, but I could n't in front of my small sister. shit, she smelled good, too. Something like lilac in the air. This flowery scent. Perfume ? Jane was wearing perfume and war paint ?

What was going on ?

I felt that tingle racing through me the entire way down the stairs. I could n't help but notice her firm, little titties jiggling in her tight top. They were blossoming into a yummy distich of breasts. I was rock-hard. I wanted to point back to my bedroom and stroke my cock while thinking about my footling sis. This was insane. She felt so dainty against my arm. She rubbed her buttock against my shoulder, giggling in delight.

"We 're going to the shop, Mom,"I called.

Our female parent peeked in from the kitchen."Oh, do n't you two look cute together. I 'm glad you 're spending some time with your little sister. I know how much she loves hanging out with you."

"Yeah,"I said, trying not to ogle my Sister 's budding mamilla in front of my mother."She 's really ... uh ... growing on me."

Jane giggled in delight.

"That 's wonderful,"Mom said."Have fun !"

We headed outside. Jane broke away so we could get in my car. She hopped into the passenger seat of my Toyota Corolla. It was over a decade old, but it ran. I slipped in and started it up. She was bouncing on her fanny, her light-brown hair swaying about her face. Her jugal bone were touchy, her backtalk crimson red. The eye shadow only enhanced the deep Amytal of her eyes. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her exposed midriff and tempt segmentation. Even her articulatio humeri were cute.

hoot. I could get used to having a pestering babe who looked like this.

We reached the game store after about ten minutes, Jane bursting out of the car and racing around to my side before I could climb out. She took my arm the moment I got out, rubbing her face against my arm. I kinda liked it. There was something ... affectionate about it. The gesture reminded me of something, but I could n't quite put my finger on it. It was in the dorsum of my brain, but I ignored it. I headed inside, the gong tinkling as we entered.

It was Saturday, so the lieu was packed. There was some poster tournament going on in the back, a bunch of players huddled around shut down tables. They were n't playing my game. It looked like one of the Anime ones with the cute fille. I was n't quite into that. Dragon bollock Z was about as far as I went down that path.

Jane 's head darted depart and good as we headed towards the friend face pack. She chatted, her voice making this soothing background signal haphazardness. I paid only half attention of what she said, it was all just excited barks. Cute, but meaningless. Her head darted around, her eyes broad. I swear her rosehip were wiggling.

I grabbed a couple of relay transmitter plurality off the rack, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a trivial rack of cosplay point. Basic stuff. Some headbands for that ninja gum anime, a few shirts, and a span of dog spike on a headband. The moment I saw them, the tingling raced through me. I seized the dog ears, not caring about the price, and placed them on my baby 's point. The floppy auricle dangled down the side of her head, swaying as she moved. I could n't help myself.

I rubbed the top of her oral sex, petting her.

"Eric,"she said."Are you buying this for me ?"

"Yeah,"I said, loving the joy in her oculus."They look cunning on you."

She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. She pressed that lithe body against me, my dick throb as she planted another candy kiss on my cheek. This time, I was sealed I felt her tongue licking for a moment. Then she broke away, her dog ears swaying and flopping around. She raced around me, giggling and squealing. I smiled, her body brushing mine as I headed towards the cash register.

When we reached the counter, she darted to stand right beside me. She leaned her elbows on the glass display the Johnny Cash register set on and said,"flavour what my Brother 's buying me. Are n't they cute ?"

"Yeah, they are,"the fat, middle-aged guy working the cash register said. He had a scraggly vestige of a beard that ran down his jowls."They really fit you."

"Do n't they,"I said, giving the top of Jane 's heading another scratch.

She let out this moment was practically orgasmic. It made my prick throb hard.

I tossed the booster products on the heel counter before us."And these."

He nodded, ringing me up. My sister squirmed against me the entire meter as I paid. I had just sufficiency money. I got a couple of cent back in change and then we were off. She clung to me again, her fountainhead shaking, her floppy auricle bouncing. Her little nose twitched.

I clutched the plugger ingroup in my hand, feeling the cards inside. The foil they were wrapped in crinkled. We stepped outside into the sun, the first light warm. She broke away from me and darted to her side of my car. I slipped into the driver tush as she climbed in the former side.

"Here we go,"I said, holding up the first admirer pack. I glanced at her."springiness me a kiss for luck."

"Yes,"she gasped.

She darted her straits towards me. Instead of planting a buss on my impertinence like I expected, she brushed my lips. Her tongue swiped out, licking across them and brushing the tip of my nose.

She smiled at me, squirming."I just know you 're going to get it."

"Yeah,"I primer coat, all the blood swelling my cock. I do n't retrieve ever being harder. My sister was just so cute.

I popped afford the first pack, ignoring all the green and uncommons. I went straight for the close card where the rare or the fabulous rare would be found.

I sighed. A bust. A dud of a rarefied that I would n't even get a Pearl Buck for.

I opened the second pack, the foil crinkling. Jane was perched on her knees now trembling as she watched. She had this flavour of hope in her center, her hands clasped before her. She whimpered and whined, her small nose twitching.

"red cent,"I moaned, getting a dual land in the second pack. It was n't a bad pull, but it was n't in the colors I was playing.

"lastly one,"she said, her phonation strained."I just know it. This is the one, Eric."

The tingles raced around me. I groaned as I grabbed the tab on the back of the pack. I yanked, ripping the sealing glue apart and opening it. I slid the notice out of my hired man, fanning through the trash commons, giving the few uncommon a glance, and ...

My heart almost stopped. There it was. The mythic rare I needed. This card sold for lxxxvii one dollar bill close time I looked online. My heart exalted.

"That 's it, is n't it ?"Jane gasped, staring at me with wide eyes.

I gave a tardily nod. With maintenance, I set the card on my splashboard, my body trembling.

Before I could do anything else, my Sister squealed and threw her arms around my neck opening. Then her mouth were kissing me everywhere. Her glossa was flicking out, licking across my cheek. Her glossa darted around my buttock. My chin. She lapped at my frontal bone.

Her tongue felt amazing. Wet and hot, bathing me in her saliva.

And then she found my rim. I groaned as her tongue poking into my mouth. She licked around the inside, whimpering against me. My prick throbbed, demanding that Same caress. I shuddered, my handwriting shooting down to the fly of my shorts. I popped the fastener. The zipper rasped. I pulled out my dick as I groaned into the kiss with my sister.

I needed her to love me. I needed her to drub my cock. If she did, she would be such a commodity, little sister.

As if sensing my want, Jane pulled away, her cheeks flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the heap of my dick. My little baby shuddered, her belittled titty jiggling in her belly shirt. She drew in a deep breathing place and said,"Do you take me to ... ?"

I nodded."You 'd be a slap-up, fiddling sister if you did."

"Of course !"she gasped."I 'm your little sister."

I groaned at the incestuous contact lens of her hand grabbing my backbreaking cock. I reclined back in my fundament, not caring that people were coming in and out of the store. They walked by the car as my slight sister leaned down. She was just doing what a skillful, small Sister should.

There was nothing haywire with that. null I should be ashamed of.

"Yes,"I groaned as her tongue swiped over the squashy tip of my crown. She gathered up the lump of precum.

She giggled."You like that ?"

I scratched her head between her ears. She shuddered and darted her head down again. She licked all the way across my cock in one long, shuddering go. I groaned, my orb tensing at the pleasure. Such a estimable, little sister.

I kept scratching the top of her head, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the crown of my pecker. It was unbelievable. Her lingua was so nimble. Then she licked at the shaft right beneath my tip, her hand pumping up and down it. I groaned at the incestuous hurry shooting through me. I glanced down her body, her hind end clad in those crocked jeans, the dungaree molding to her cute butt. She wiggled that ass. I groaned. She needed something there.

What ?

My heart pounded as she licked and lapped and fluttered her knife across my dick. She lapped up my precum. She teased me, bathed my pecker 's tip in her hot saliva. My lump tensed. They were filling up with a load of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her mind. I shifted in my butt. She was such a upright, little ... sister. Yeah, she was a good, little sister.

"That 's it,"I groaned."You 're such a good ... sister."

Was"baby"the right word for her ? Something felt missing.

I closed my eyes, just letting myself enjoy it. Her lingua was so hot it swept around the end of my cock. Then she did something wonderful. With a cute, growling purr, she darted her lips down and nuzzled into my balls. Her glossa flicked out, caressing them as her hand pumped up and down my saliva-soaked shaft.

"Goddamn, that 's good,"I groaned. I opened my centre."fuck, Jane, you 're such a good little ... bitch."

Yeah, she was a skilful, little bitch. My sexy sister-bitch. I shuddered as her lip nuzzled against my ballock. She sucked on one for a moment, her tongue acting with it. joy shot up to the tip of my cock, my shaft twitching in her grip. Her hand pumped up and down my shaft. Her grip sent joy flowing through me.

Then she was licking back up my shaft. She dragged her tongue the intact way up. I felt her floppy disk auricle brushing my venter. Her lip reached the tip. She nuzzled against it. Her spit licked and lapped at the snatch, gathering up my precum.

"Jane !"I groaned as my sexy sister-bitch swallowed the tip of my cock. She sucked on it, her tongue dancing around the crown. My dick throbbed in her mouth."That 's it, that 's how you delight me. piece of tail, you 're such a good sister-bitch."

Her hips wagged back and forth, her voice moaning around my tool.

I stared down at her she sucked on my pecker, her brim sealed around it. Her floppy pinna swayed around her face as she bobbed her headspring. Her tongue never stopped licking me as she blew my dick. Incestuous pleasure surged through me as the pressure built and built at the tip of my pecker. I shuddered as my little sister-bitch pleased me. She gave me what I craved. What I needed.

"Fuck, yes, Jane !"I groaned."donjon suck. Make sure you swallow all. Good, little sister-bitch 's enjoy all their brother 's cream."

She moaned, a puppy-dog whimper. She sucked with such hostility. My dick twitched and throbbed, loving the feel of her pleasing my cock.

I could n't take much to a greater extent of this. My hand tightened on her head, gripping her hair. She had such a silky coating. I held smashed, making sure she kept sucking. The pressure rose and rose, my sister-bitch swirling her tongue around the tip.

That was it. I exploded.

My cum fired into my little sister-bitch 's mouth. good time after blast of the jizz pumped into her. Jane gulped it down, whimpering in delight. Her hip joint wagged back and forth. The car rocked on its shocks as I shuddered. My back pressed into the tail. My animal foot jammed on the brakes. I groaned, savoring the pleasure.

Spurt after spurt of my jizz flooded her sassing. Each eruption sent delight slamming through my judgement. It was intense. Amazing. I reveled in it. I savored every single eruption. And she gulped it all down. My orgasm peaked.

"Jane !"I groaned."Oh, fuck, Jane, you 're just the considerably sister-bitch there is."

I relaxed my grip. She popped her oral fissure off my turncock and sat up. She licked her back talk, cleaning up a little bit of my spunk that had escaped her mouth. Her blue eyes met mine, brimming with delight. I scratched between her spike. She shuddered.

"I did salutary ?"she asked.

"You 're the best sister-bitch in the world,"I panted.

She squealed in delight and hugged me again. Her spit licked up my cheek over and over. I shuddered, smiling. I was buzzing in delight. She was amazing. I would let her keep licking me. It was when I realized I had to buy thing for her. She was my sister-bitch.

I had to admit care of her.

"We need to go to the pet memory board,"I panted."There 's so much I need to get you."

She nodded her head, her centre sheeny with agitation."Yes !"she barked."We have to."

She bounced on her knee in the seat, whining. Her hullabaloo was enthusiastic.

I started my car and bucked out. She had her cheek pressed against the window. I rolled it down for her. I smiled as she thrust her forefront out. Her floppy dog pinna flapped in the breeze. She looked like she was having so much fun. My dick throbbed, so glad I had my footling sister-bitch to take precaution of.

I would be the best brother-owner in the world.

When I could, I petted my manus down her spine, sliding from her bare articulatio humeri, across her belly shirt, to her low-spirited back. She really wiggled when I scratched her right above the girdle of her denim. She whimpered, her ass swaying.

She was missing something there.

She bounced with fervor as I pulled off the road into the large pet store 's parking lot. She thrust her head back inside the car, grinning at me. Her Brown University hair was wind-tousled, her dog ears swaying. Her headband almost blended in with her hair color, nearly vanishing in her flowing locks.

"Going to get you everything you need,"I told her."You excited ?"

"Yes !"she barked."So excited."

I parked, and she bounded out of the car before I could even step out. I shook my head, gladiola that she raced around the car and came up to my side. Some sister-bitches you 'd have to chamfer all over. She was such a good puppy. I scratched her head, and she smiled in delight. She clung to my arm as we swept inside. I was so excited to buy her everything she needed.

The sliding glass threshold whisked open on our glide slope. The pet store was arrayed before us. It brimmed with theory. So many of them. Jane 's head whipped around, her mane of long, Brown University whisker sweeping about her berm. Her short breast jiggled in her closely boob tube. Should a sister-bitch wear habiliment ? I blinked at that idea, this tingling racing through my body. fountainhead, of course, she needed clothes. She could n't go around naked.

Why not ? the tingle seemed to whisper.

"Ooh, look at that,"Jane said, tugging on my arm."Ooh, ooh, it 's so shiny. Can I have that ?"

"You do n't need a shiny dog bowl,"I said, tugging her away."Come on, I know exactly what you need."

"You 're such a fantastic sidekick,"she said."I love you so much."Her head darted up so her tongue could work my cheek.

I shuddered at it. So hot, a warm tongue.

We walked down the aisles, looking for what we needed. We passed chew toys, pet food, accessary for skirt, Fish tankful, and then we got to the collars. I passed the ones for cats', heading for the dogs'. There were so many of them. I looked around them, my regard flicking right and left. There were some that were made of rough, canvas-like fabric while others were made of tranquil leather. A sturdy material. recollective lasting. Some were fatheaded, but that did n't seem to fit my sister-bitch. She was a petite affair.

She needed something dainty.

When I laid eyes on the narrow black collar studded with shiny rivets, I knew it was perfect for her. I pulled it down, the heart-shaped tag swaying. The bright metal glinted. I needed to cause it engraved. I gripped the leather ring, smiling.

"Oh, Eric, it 's arrant,"Jane said."Can I wear it ?"

"I have to pay for it,"I said."And it has to get engraved. I need to have your epithet on it so people will know who you are."

She beamed at me. I could n't help but pet her head.

Next, we headed to the leashes. I wanted something to keep open her finis but had plenty length to let her bid. I could n't let her get too far. I also was n't a fan of those trio that you could retract or play out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her collar. There was a Black, leather leash. It was the Lapplander colored finish. It was pricier, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would spare no disbursal for her.

I snagged it, my sister nodding in approving. She darted ahead of me, her cute croup wiggling in those tight jean. I had to encounter that accessory. It was the next thing I needed. I headed down the aisle, looking. Scanning. A sister-bitch needed a tail.

Two aisles over, I found the animal dress suit. They had bushy fox seat, sleek cattails, crooked monkey butt, and even dog tails. I frowned. None of them were right. They were all the character that clipped onto the backrest of the pants or were held on by some kind of adhesive. They did n't look tough. None of them looked like they would be proper at all for my sister-bitch.

I frowned, picturing exactly what I needed. None had that strobilus at the end. That chew that would hold it in post.

Why did n't they sell anything like that here ?

I spotted a store actor and motioned her over. She marched up and smiled at us."Why, hello ! Mmm, look at the two of you. You look so cute with your dog ears."

"I 'm Eric 's sister-bitch,"Jane said with such delight."He 's buying me a trey and my shoe collar and everything !"

I felt that frisson wavelet over my sister while the salesgirl blinked her heart. She shook her head, her dark whisker swaying about the blue air polo she wore. Her eyes went out of stress for a consequence."Oh, that 's wondrous. And you need to get a tail for her, right ?"

"Yeah, but you do n't have the rightfield single,"I said."Where are the ones with the chew ? You know, that I can insert. I want something physical so it will stay on her. None of these will work."

"Oh, I know what you 're talking about,"she said."We do n't betray those properly here. You gon na require to go to a more adult store."

My cheek burned a bit."Oh,"I said."Like the ... billet just up the street ..."

My sister-bitch gave me a confused look.

"Yep,"the shop clerk said."I 'm certainly you 'll retrieve what you need there. Is there anything else you need for your sister-bitch ?"

"I want to get her name engraved on her tag,"I said, holding up the collar.

"Why, just head to the back of the computer memory and we take attention of you,"she said. She had such a well-disposed grin on her backtalk. She reached out to pet Jane 's head.

Jane giggled in delight then darted up and licked the saleslady 's cheek.

The saleswoman laughed."My, she 's a friendly one."

"Yep,"I said, my hand sliding down to snaffle my sister-bitch 's ass through her jeans."She 's such a delight. I 'm really enjoying having her around."

"I bet you are,"she said."You should take her to the parkland. She looks like she needs to run around. burn off some energy."

My prick throb."Oh, yes, she definitely needs to burn off some energy."

The salesgirl smiled and then headed off to help another customer. I led my sister to the backrest of the store. A middle-aged guy with slurred glasses took the tag to inscribe Jane on the front and in small letter beneath,"Owned by her comrade Eric."It took about ten bit, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the sense of touch.

Jane gushed seeing her name written in the flow cursive."Oh, it 's so pretty,"she moaned."Please, please, can I bear it ? I want to hold out it right now !"

"Let 's go ring it up,"I told her."Then you can bust it. I 'll walk you out and everything."

"Yes !"She barked.

Jane was antsy as we waited in parentage. There was a numeral of customer before us, and only one bank clerk working. The girl went as fast as she could, but it was still slow going. Jane whined. She pressed up against me. I felt her small breasts and hard pap rubbing into my face. She humped her puss against my leg, her dungaree rasping against my tegument. She was so antsy. I squeezed her ass, holding her tight as she moaned. She definitely needed to go to the green and workplace off some energy.

I needed to work off some energy, too. My shaft throbbed.

Finally, we reached the cashier. As she rang us up, a strange chill rippled out of my sister. I blinked, shaking my head, then realized that the leash and collar were in a bag and that the bank clerk was smiling at me.

"Enjoy your day,"she said.

I nodded, vaguely wondering how lots it costs. I did n't ingest any money on me. How did I ... ?

The tingles soothed away any questions.

The here and now we were outside the memory, I pulled out the pinch. Jane swept back her hair and held it out of the way. Her floppy dog capitulum swayed about her face as I wrapped the collar about her neck. I cinched it tight, the pitch-black leather contrasting with her pale tegument. Her tag dangled down to the holler of her throat, the metallic heart glinting. Her public figure shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of joy, bouncing in place, the tag flashing.

I pulled back on the tab on the leash, opening its grasp. I snapped it around the ring of Jane 's shoe collar. She trembled, her doggy ears swaying about her case. She stared up at me with such joy in her eyes as I gripped the leash. She could n't get far away from me now. She let out a bark of joy, her face bursting with pleasure.

"I love it, get it on it, I love it !"she yapped, bouncing before me. She threw her arms around my neck and licked and lapped at my aspect. I groaned, letting her bathe me. Passing customers gave fond smiles.

"She 's such a good sister-bitch, is n't she ?"an old adult female said, nodding in approval.

I grinned at her as Jane lapped up to my ear and then nibbled on it.

My shaft was so hard.

"come on,"I said, aching to exercise her right here."We need one more thing. Then we 're going to the park. You can cause so much fun."

"Yes !"she moaned and then fell down onto her hands and human knee like a ripe sister-bitch.

I smiled as I held the terzetto and strolled across the parking lot. She scampered with me, crawling on her hands and articulatio genus, her floppy ears swaying about her cheeks. She did n't try to beetle off away from me but stayed right beside me like a thoroughly sister-bitch.

Damn, I was so glad I had her.

When we reached my car, I opened the passenger door. She climbed rightfulness up, sitting on her knee joint in the seat, her head darting around. The heart-shaped tag glinted and flashed as it danced across the holler of her throat. I unlatched her collar and closed the door. She immediately rolled down the window and stuck her head out. She had such joy in her level cheeks, her gloomy centre shining.

I rushed around the car, climbed into the device driver seat, and started the engine. She whooped in joy as I backed out of the space, her ass shoved right at me. Her denim clung to it. The blue jean was in the way, hiding the truly delicious component part about her.

I placed my hand on her rump as I drove through the parking lot. I squeezed her ass, feeling her butt-cheeks flex through the denim as she wiggled. She would take care so beautiful with her ass. I could n't hold off to buy it for her.

I had driven by the Adult wendy house so many multiplication. It had a tinny look about it, the XXX flashing in red about the silhouette of a au naturel woman. All the Windows were blacked out. The blank space promised to sell grownup novelties. It promised such mischievous pleasure inside.

I got out of my car and headed around the car to Jane 's side. I opened her door and immediately snapped on the terzetto. She bounded out of the car and fell to her knee joint beside me. She rubbed her impertinence into my calf.

I swallowed as I faced the store. Though I was xix, I 'd never ben in this sort of place. I 'd always chickened out. Well, I needed my sister-bitch and the last matter she needed was inside here. I led her to the door, Jane heeling me. I opened it, revealing the seedy shop.

Naked tit were everywhere. On DVD boxes. Magazine cover version. Sex toy boxes. groan echoed through the stock. Dirty videos played on small TVs in the quoin. The pant and moan rippled through the air. A shaggy guy leaned over a counter. He hardly glanced up from the magazine he read as I walked inside. Jane pressed against me. She whimpered. I could tell she was uncomfortable. I led her through the shop, my nerve burn. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.

"darn,"I muttered, glancing at some of the things. shammer cocks. Vibrators. Anal beads. There were some strangely shaped things.

And then I found it. They were rightfield next to the butt plugs. I groaned at the heap of the tails. There were a cat rear and a furry dog backside matching the floppy pinna my Sister wore. I snagged it up, smiling delight.

"This is what you need,"I said.

"Yes,"barked Jane. She pressed her boldness against my sura again, rubbing against my hirsute leg.

I tugged on the collar to get her to keep up with me as I strode away. I headed not towards the cashier, but back to the doorway. This tingle raced up the tercet. I had what I needed. I did n't need anything else, though there were some interesting thing ...

Maybe I would come in future weekend to buy her some toy dog to play with.

"Hey, time lag !"the shaggy guy grunted."You have to ..."His Holy Scripture trailed off though. I glanced at him, his face going dummy. Then he said,"Have a good day."

"You too,"I said and thrust open the door.

Daylight flooded around us. It almost was a strong-arm comportment. I groaned as I let my short sister out. She let out a barque backup and darted towards the car. She gasped as the tercet pulled her up little. She turned around to appear at me, impatience painted across her typeface. I chuckled and hurried towards her.

"I know, I know, aegir to get to the park."

She nodded. I opened the car door, she scampered inside. When I unclipped her threesome, she grabbed the hem of her belly shirt and pulled it up her body. She bared her small breasts, tossing the garment onto the car seat. I smiled at the side of her firm, little titties. Her nipples were hard.

I pinched one.

She giggled and growled. She nipped my deal with a playful bite."I liked that, Eric."

I petted her hair through the afford windowpane."You 'll get to feel that a lot,"I told her."Now, are quick for the park ?"

She nodded. Vigorously. Her puppy dog ears danced around her face. God, she was cute.

I raced to the car park. I broke speeding laws to get us there. What should take in taken ten moment took three. I screeched to a arrest in the parking space, breathing in the fresh air. I climbed out of the car, running around to disengage Jane. I clicked on her leash before she could get away. She whimpered, looking at the undecided weed. Her bosom quivered as she crouched beside the car.

"Eric !"she groaned.

"Get those blue jean off and then we 'll meet,"I said."I do n't know why I 'm letting you wear apparel. You 're a sister-bitch, and it 's a beautiful day."

"Right,"she barked.

She stood up to plain off her shoes. Then she wiggled off the garden pink socks she wore. adjacent were the jeans. She unsnapped them, her hips wiggling from side to side as she worked off the pixilated fabric. She exposed a pair of light blue step-in. They were practically a G-string but widened into a trigon at the top of her rump. I admired her ass, mostly visible thanks to the cloth vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the phrase on the back.

"state of nature bitch."

Not any longer. I 'd reclaim her. She was my good sister-bitch.

I groaned when she shoved those scanty down. She bent over, a light assemblage of brown hair adorning her Virgin pussycat. She stepped out of her scanty and tossed them into the car."I do n't need those any longer."

"No, you do n't,"I said, rubbing her head.

She sank down to her workforce and knees on the grass, her rump arched up. She was make for her buns. I knelt down beside her and brought the cone-shaped end of the butt-plug to her lips. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her mouth across-the-board. I pressed it passed her sassing, letting her saliva soak it. She swirled her tongue around it, whimpering. Her piffling chest quivered and jiggled.

"What a beautiful sister-bitch,"a adult female complimented as she walked by, her treat Pomeranian scampering ahead.

"Thanks,"I said."I finally decided to get her in hand. She 's been a little terror, but no longer."

"That 's terrific,"the charwoman said."You enjoy your day."

I nodded, pulling the cone-shaped end of the butt-plug from my sister-bitch 's lips.

My putz throbbed as I brought the can chew to my babe 's asscheeks. I pressed the cone between them, finding her anatomical sphincter. She groaned, her dew glistening on her pubic hair. I could smell the spicy olfactory property of Jane 's pussy. I breathed in the scent as I pushed the tail 's spark plug against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her SOB widened and widened, swallowing more and to a greater extent of the spit-lubed posterior plug. She gasped, her head tossing, floppy disk spike dancing. Her asshole stretch along wider. My dick ached as I watched it vanish into her asshole.

It was seated in her all the way. Her doggy tail draped over the crack and dangled down between her second joint, hiding her pussy from aspect. She shuddered, moaning as she wiggled her hip joint. Her bottom wagged back and Forth River, her slit flashing.

"How do you experience ?"I asked, glancing at her.

"Perfect !"she barked."Oh, Eric, thank you !"

She scampered around, her tail swishing, and darted to me. She licked up my face, her tongue bathing me. Our lips met and I kissed her. I thrust my tongue into my sister-bitch 's mouth. I gripped the trine groaning as I loved her. She was so energetic. So in need of her walk.

I broke the kiss and stood up, grinning at her."seed on,"I said."Let 's stroll around the park."

"Yes !"she barked.

She crawled ahead of me, her new tail swishing back and Forth. She was finally perfect. Naked and beautiful, my sister-bitch with all her accouterment. Her collar jangled with her every stride. I sauntered after her, adjusting my cock in my jean. I could n't help but stare at that tight ass, her doggy can swishing over her butt-cheeks. Her pussy would peek out, that pink slit adorned by her curly-brown pubic tomentum. Dew glistened on her silky strands, showing her excitement.

She held her brain senior high, grinning and smiling and barking at everyone we passed. Her nose twitched as she breathed. Her ass wiggled, butt-cheeks flexing. People smiled at us, nodding. I received such a fantastic compliment.

"What an obedient sister-bitch,"an old man said, a frisson racing down the 3 for my baby."You 're a lucky young man."

"He is !"she growled."My brother-owner tamed me. I was such a groundless bitch, always bugging him, but now ..."

"Now she 's such a good girl,"I said, scratching between her ears.

"Yes !"she moaned, her rose hip wiggling.

"That 's wonderful,"the guy said."I wish I had a sister-bitch."

"It 's a goody,"I said."come on, Jane, let 's continue going."

"Right !"she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, eatage blades whisking against her men and knees. Her head darted to and fro. As I walked her, guys and girls would come up to pet her head. Sometimes, she would lick their manpower while other times she would cower close to me, especially if they were grandiloquent guys. She 'd press against me and whimper. I scratched her head to assure her. A moment later, she 'd forget her concern and scamper on ahead, her arse swishing behind her.

She 'd sniff piddling flowers peeking through the grass of the field of battle. Her head would shoot to and fro as some new sight arrested her aid. Sometimes she would rush forward only to get caught up little by the leash. early metre, she crawled at my tread, just breathing in all the odor, her little titties quivering. A bead of pussy juices ran down her ripe thigh.

Our path took us near a gravid pine tree. She whimpered as she approached it, then she looked at me. I frowned at her, asking"Is something wrong ?"

"I have to pee,"she said."Is it all right to go here ?"

"Yes."I grinned at her."I mean, you are a sister-bitch."

Jane smiled. She reached the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, turning around. She squatted down and groan. I watched the yellow pee splashing against the trunk. It spilled on the wood to the ground, soaking in it. My dick grew even harder. I rubbed at it, watching her urine flow. She moaned and whimpered, this look of delight on her face.

"Ooh, Eric, I held it for so long,"she moaned."Thank you."

"Just looking out for my precious sister-bitch,"I said, scratching her head.

She nuzzled her face in my crotch. She breathed in."Mmm, you smell so honest. And your cock is so hard. Do you need me to lap your tool again ?"

"I need something a bit more than that,"I said."You 're going to be a good, niggling sister-bitch, right ?"

She nodded her header, her floppy ears twitching."Yes,"she moaned."You could have it away my pussy. It 's all right. You 're my brother-owner. You 're the only one who can have it off me."

I petted her."That 's right."

I was too randy to wait to get home. Why not here ? She was a sister-bitch. She had nothing to be ashamed of."give my fly, Jane."

"Yes,"she barked in delectation. Her blue eyes shone up at me, the freckles on her side twitching. Her finger's breadth fumbled at my fastener. She opened up the fly of my shorts, the zip fastener rasped. She tugged them down, whimpering. My cock swelled the front of my pugilist. My putz was so hard. She pulled those down next, my pecker springing out, almost slapping her in the face.

The gamy sister-bitch licked the tip and then giggled."Yum, I love your precum. And your jizz."

"I bet you do,"I said, moving around behind her. I nodded at a passing pair. They just smiled and waved at me."Enjoy her,"the guy called."Damn, I wish I had a sister-bitch."

"I know,"the woman said."I bet she 'd puzzle out my pussy so well. Better than you do."

The guy chuckled like he agreed.

Smiling, I fell to my knees behind my babe. I grabbed her arse and pushed it out of the way. I stared at her snatch. I could smell that spicy perfume. She needed this so bad. She whimpered, wiggling her ass. I grabbed my cock and lined it up.

I groaned at the silky tactile property of her pubic haircloth caressing my shaft. I was going to bonk my inaugural fille. My sister-bitch 's incestuous rush shot through me as my tool 's tip nuzzle through her bush and found the Virgo the Virgin lips of her pussy. She growled in pleasure, her back arching as I rubbed my dick 's tip up and down her slit.

I found her hymen.

"Eric !"she said as I pressed against her virginity."Yes, yes, I 'm yours. Use me !"

I pressed against her hymen. I felt it stretching and stretching before my dick. I groaned, my center pumping fast. The champion felt incredible. Her pussy sassing just wrapped around the first half-inch of my dick. The silk embraced me as her thin membrane stretched to its limit.

Her cherry popped.

She gasped.

I groaned as I sank into my sister-bitch 's incestuous puss. She barked and growled and yelped in delight as I sank more than and more than of my dick into her puss. I groaned as her silky shape engulfed me. I gripped her tail in one hired hand, tugging on it just enough to finger the goat plug. I went deeper into her. Sinking to the hilt in her.

My balls rested against her taint. She 'd taken every column inch of me.

"Eric !"she barked in delight.

It was the greatest feeling in the humankind to be at bottom my sister-bitch 's pussy. To palpate her cunt wrapped around my shaft. I groaned, my deal gripping her hips. Her arse rubbed against my impart side, the fur tickling my hip. I sucked in a deep intimation, my t-shirt feeling so plastered around my chest. Her pussy clenched down on me. Squeezed around me.

"sanctum fucking doodly-squat,"I panted. This was practiced than I could imagine. Then I could dream about. It was heaven.

"Eric,"she moaned, her pelvic girdle wiggling, stirring that amazing goofball around my dick."Yes, yes, Eric !"

"You like that, huh ?"I groaned, wanting to make a motion and yet enjoying the spirit of her around me too often to do so. I was pinned between two different actions.

"I do !"she barked."Oh, Eric, you have to move. You feel so salutary to me, but it will sense better if you pump away. I just know it. Please pump away. Please employment that cock in and out of me. Oh, Eric, I need it."

"She does voice like she needs it, son,"a friendly guy said, nodding at me. He walked his husky. The dog gave a single bark.

"Yeah, she does,"I groaned."Fuck !"

drafting back my rosehip was incredible. Her shape gripped my stopcock. The stimulation raced down to my ballock. They were tense. full moon of cum. I wanted to terminate into her. My cock emerged, inch after in soaked in her juices. Her spicy aroma filled my nose. A heavenly scent.

She barked in delight as I rammed back into her goof. I smacked into her derriere, her tail shifting. It was pinned between us, the satiny hairs brushing my cock as I thrust away. It tickled me, adding this spicery to the delight of her pussy walls. My hired man stroked her sides, petting her as I drove my dick back into her.

My balls smacked into her clit. I groaned at the feel of her cunt gripping me. My nuts ached, my cum swelling faster and faster. She was amazing.

"Jane !"I gasped."You 're such a dependable sister-bitch !"

"Yes !"she groaned."Yes, yes, I 'm so happy ! You feel so amazing inside me, Eric !"

She threw a look over her shoulder joint, her diskette spike swaying. Her drab eye met mine, shining with her passion. She whimpered and yelped as I drove my cock in and out of her. I hammered my sister-bitch 's incestuous depths. Her twat gripped me. I shuddered, the ache growing and growing at the tip of my rooster. I wanted this to final forever.

Knew it couldn't.

I slid my hands up her body, caressing up her liquid stomach until I felt the edge of her ribs. A bit later, I found her pocket-sized breast. Those budding pitcher's mound. I knew they would well. Grow with child and larger. When she had her first child, they would fulfill with milk. They would become squeamish and turn. I gripped them, massaging them as I drilled into her twat. I plundered her cunt and twisted her nipples.

"Eric !"she barked, her cunt squeezing down on my putz."You 're amazing ! The best brother-owner !"

I savored the cockeyed traveling bag and increased the friction of her cunt. I plunged with violence into her as I manipulated those hard meat. I twisted them. Pulled on them. I loved how they felt between my fingers. How very much fun it was to flirt with them. It added to the delight of plunging into her cunt while also giving my intellect something else to rivet on.

Something to keep the eruption at bay for a little bit longer.

I could n't opine about my pecker. Her pussy. Oh, God, she felt unbelievable about me.

I tugged hard on her teat, bringing a yipping bark from her. Her pilus tossed, her ears flopping about her font. Her hind end brushed me while her ass wiggled. She stirred her twat around my cock, massaging my cock.

Her hot, juicy snatch gripped me. Massaged me. Every dip swelled and swelled the aching at the tip of my cock. The silky friction built in me. My formal tightened. I swung into her, smacking into her George Bush. I groaned, twisting her nipple, wanting this to hold out forever.

"Oh, yes, Eric !"She barked."Your shaft tone so amazing. Something 's happening to me. I can feel it. I think ... I think I 'm going to cum !"

"What a lucky sister-bitch,"a woman said. She smiled as she jogged by."Make her cum surd. She deserves it !"

"Yes !"I grunted, hammering my dick into my sister-bitch.

Jane moaned. Whimpered. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter around my tool. It felt unbelievable. I groaned as I slammed into her. The Tree rustled over us as she arched her back. Her little boob jiggled in my massaging grip. Her hair tossed.

Her twat went wild about my cock.

"Eric !"she howled."Eric, Eric ! Yes !"

She was cumming. I could feel her passion spasming around my shaft. This awesome rippling. Her flesh massaged me. I groaned, twisting her nipples as I plunged hard and fast into her writhing cunt. Her pleasure rippled around me. I could n't take much Sir Thomas More of this. Her cunt sucked at my dick.

"Jane !"I growled, driving to the hilt in her."Such a good sister-bitch !"

"Yes !"she gasped."Please, cum in me ! Say to yourself !"

I drew back, my climax soaring towards the instant of no return. I could sense it. My cum was about to burst from my gumshoe. Her flesh massaged me as I jammed back into her silky depths. I balls smacked into her bush.

I erupted.

"Fuck, yes !"I growled as my cum boiled out of me.

A potent blast of jizz fired for my shaft, basting my sister-bitch 's pussy. joy surged through me. This tingling rush of raptus that slammed into my psyche. Despite how bright it was, dark washed across the world. Stars danced, celebrating my pleasure.

Her kitty-cat convulsed harder. She barked and howled louder. She milked me, drawing out spurt after jet of my cum. I basted her bozo. I flooded her. I groaned, dizzy from the ecstasy pummeling my mind.

"Yes, Jane, that 's amaze,"I groaned as her slit wrung out the last fall of my cum.

"Eric, Eric, yes !"she whimpered. Her brain lowered. The spasming of her puss died as my putz softened inside of her."Oh, that was wonderful. It was the better thing in the mankind. Did you love it !"

"Fucking yes,"I panted."Jane, it was amazing. You 're incredible."

She threw a look over her shoulder and beamed at me.

I groaned, my hammer slipping out of her slit. I sank down on the dope and stretched out. The tree rustled over me, the amobarbital sodium sky peeking through gaps in the leaves. I felt incredible. Amazing. I just wanted to lie here and pass out.

Jane turned around. Her apprehension jangled as she nuzzled down my cock. Her tongue licked up my hawkshaw. She cleaned off her twat juices. I shuddered, savoring the tone of her clapper bathing my dick. I smiled as I started to grow hard. I reached out and grabbed her III, holding it in a lazy grip.

"What a good, little sister-bitch you are."

"Thanks !"she yipped before licking up my cock again. She reached the tip and sucked it into her sass, cleaning off all her kitty cream.

As I lay there, savoring my sister cleaning her pussycat juices off my dick, I thought about the time to come. I smiled. Mom and Dad would be happy that I was taking attention of Jane, pleased with me that I had taken her in hand. She 'd be such a upright sister-bitch. I just knew it. She would sleep at the foot of my bed, arouse me up with blowjobs, and just be a unvarying joy in my life.

Come Monday, I 'd take her to college with me. She 'd sit by my desk, her front relaxing me as I endured my lesson. She did n't need to go to her own classes. She was a tame sister-bitch now. During my lunch disruption, I would fill myself in her kitty-cat. I might even get out out her empennage and enjoy her asshole. I bet she 'd love that.

All my Quaker would be so covetous. They 'd all want their own sister-bitch. I smiled, so beaming for today.

For a present moment, I wondered how it happened. A footling tingle raced from my sis 's glossa and up through my cock. It did n't matter how it happened. It just mattered that I had her.

My loving sister-bitch.

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The physical body trembled. This duo of panties was so naughty. The figure loved it. The rush of mind-control was becoming addicting. It could n't await to go through out its next pair of panties. To get them out there. The fig stroked the new one, a yummy pair of panty. They were white and adorn with exquisite lace that ran in horizontal bands down the front man and rump. In delicate stitching, the two words flowed in atomic number 79, lofty cursive : Top Queen.

The figure stroked the frilled lace, loving it. This span of step-in would wreak such delight to its new proprietor. The physical body had to drop it off.

The figure rose and stepped forward, the mist flowing from a spill of urine. It stepped into the vaporisation and was gone.

The fog would lead to the perfect maculation for the next miss to retrieve a couplet of special panties.

To be continued in the following tale of Mind-Controlling panty ...