Mind-Control Panties Story 4 : Nubile Exhibitionist Delight


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Mind-Control Panties

chronicle Four : Nubile exhibitionist Delight

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to shadowmansc for genus Beta version this !

The figure rode the moving staircase to the thirdly level of the shopping mall were small, but trendy, clothing store lay. The sort of place that nubile, coed girls preferred to shop at. Just the variety of plaza the figure wanted to leave its extra panties.

No one noticed as the flesh passed through the security detector that flanked the store 's entry. Nor did anyone pay attention as the build moved through the fund. Though out of position, the form was also nondescript. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the meretricious, tie-dyed panties in slender finger, it drew no attention. As the image passed the presentation of other pantie, a smiling spread on its back talk. Soon enough, the wild panties would attract the right lady friend.

Karen Greene.

With a pic of its wrist, the figure deposited its special world, leaving behind the racy surprise that would find Whitney Moore Young Jr. Karen.

moment later, after the fig had slipped out of the computer storage, Karenic entered, her eyes flicking around at the dress. She often wandered into the shop, staring at the trendy, and even naughty, clothing with enviousness. Not that she 'd ever had the courageousness to bear anything that revealed so much flesh since she was a bridesmaid for her cousin 's wedding ceremony. Despite her blossoming body—her white meat were round and svelte in her knit stitch bra on beneath her loose-fitting sweater, her legs toned, and her rump bubbly—she did n't have the intensity level to show off her figure.

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

Her green eyes flicked over the wearable while her Shirley Temple Black hair swayed about her shoulders. She would sigh from sentence to meter, spotting a skirt or a blouse or a crocked pair of jeans with a heart sewn on the back sack that she ached to wear. She wished she could muster the braveness. She would swallow while rubbing her sweaty palm tree on her sweatpants. She ached to understood why she feared to show up off her body.

deep down she knew why. It was the boy. She did n't think she was gay since she did n't precisely find boys disgusting. She just did n't need to have their attention. She 'd never made the connection to her shyness, but when she was younger, a boy named Oscar had ripped down her skirt and step-in, exposing her on the schoolyard playground. That superfluity had stayed with her, the memory of all those boys pointing and laughing at her as she struggled to pass up her article of clothing and get over her infantile body.

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

She sucked in a hint when she saw the panties. They were so bright, almost glowing. They were a vortex of every hue conceivable, a tie-dyed masterpiece that almost mesmerized her. Her trembling paw reached out to caress the cotton/polyester blending. She stroked the cloth until she came across the Scripture. Each missive was a unlike color. Bright-blue, neon-green, hot-orange, garish purpleness, sun-yellow, fuchsia, teal, cherry-red, and hot pinko. Together they formed the give-and-take that made her shudder.

Colorful.

chill raced through her as she caressed each alphabetic character. The electric chill settled through her body, hardening her nipples and turning her kitty into run wetness. Finally, she 'd establish the courage to buy something.

She snatched up the panties and rushed up to the cash register. The salesgirl smiled and nodded. It was clear she approved of Karen finally buying something. Neither of them noticed that nothing rang up on the register when she scanned it nor that Karen only mimed giving any money. Both, however, seemed to think a legal transaction had occurred.

The scanty were slipped into a discrete, brown bag with the storehouse 's logo printed on the side in cute purple. With her prize clutched before her, Karen scurried out of the mall.

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Karen Graham Greene

The future day, I stared at those colourful panties. I shuddered at finally finding the courage to buy something loathsome. Something better than the plain, boring panties I always wore. No one would sleep with, of course, but I would at least have made a step to escaping my shyness. I wanted to dress like the former girls. I did n't want to forever be gossiped about as being the burgeoning spinster. I was xix. I should n't be afraid to prove off a little build.

I hoped this would be the start.

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

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

Confidence soared through me. I grabbed the almost hypnotic panties, the portmanteau of hues merging from one wild shade to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the shiver raced up my legs. This electrified Rush preceded the cotton plant panties as I pulled them higher and higher up my thighs. I groaned, my spare tit swaying and jiggling. My mammilla puckered hard while a molten estrus formed mysterious inside of me.

I felt so naughty as I seated the panties against my inglorious Dubyuh. The cloth gripped my fanny, hugging it tighter than any former pair of underwear ever had. They rode downhearted on my coxa than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my President George W. Bush to peek out of the waistband. I shuddered, a naughty ripple rushing through me.

I would be colorful today.

That meant I had to find the perfect turnout. I darted to my closet, my firm breasts heaving before me. I thrust it afford, staring at the collection of my clothing. I had to have something that held some total of vibrancy. A nervous whimper groaned from me as I pawed through my closet, the wire hangers rasping against the wooden dowel. I slid article after article of clothing out of the way.

Soon, I was reaching towards the back where habiliment I had n't worn in a few years hung. I gasped as I found a natal day present tense from my mom when I was sixteen. It was back when she 'd tried to get me to primp a bit more"your age, Karen,"as she put it. I pulled it out, staring at the garden pink fabric. It had hardly any arm and it had been low cut when I was two years younger. Then, my breasts were only budding.

Now ...

I pulled it over my head. I gasped as the tight fabric caressed my skin before sliding over my bosom. Over my tit. I groaned at the fabric rubbing against my core, that wicked sense rushing throughout my torso. My eyes fluttered and my snatch clenched in abject delight. What a wonderful sensation. Almost as stir as masturbation. I felt juices soaking my colorful pantie as I pulled the tight, pink blouse down over my stomach. It left a few inches of skin exposed and my mammilla clearly stood out.

It was such a bold affair to wear.

I loved it.

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

After a moment, an idea struck me. I had a espousal dress that I had to tire out for my cousin 's wedding close year. The chick was so short. I 'd almost pass out when I had to wear it. And who had ever heard of a bridal clothes that came in two pieces ?

My cousin was weird.

Her wedding apparel had shown off so a good deal of her bod, her large breasts almost spilling out of the top. She was brave. Luckily, I still had my getup. The skirt was in the garment bag buried in my closet. The green skirt would look so sexy with its satin shimmer attracting as a good deal aid as my top.

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

A lightheaded surge rippled through me, an electrified tingle rushing out of my puss as I stepped into the skirt. The material rustled as I drew it up my second joint, my pinhead jiggling in my tight top. I groaned as I drew the material over my panty. It was such a shame to hide those colourful delights.

Now ready for shoal, I grabbed my black-market backpack. Ugh, it was so sober. I hated pulling it on. My purse was n't any better. Why did I take one in such an atrocious tad of Brown ?

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

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

"What has gotten into you ?"she asked as I wrenched loose the front door.

"I just want to be boldface. To finally slough my cocoon."

"fountainhead, I 'm sword lily. I was getting a slight apprehensive about you."

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

My pussy tingled with such fervour as I strolled to my college. I did n't rush forward with my shoulders slumped, my arms almost hugging me as if I did n't want the passing cars and bicyclists to note me. That I did n't require the other pedestrians to realize I was sharing the sidewalk with them.

Today, I sauntered with my rachis straight. I was practically thrusting my turn, house titties out before me. They bounced while my satin skirt swirled around my thighs. The William Green cloth had a howling shimmer, almost rippling with varying hues of emerald. My black fuzz danced about my case, my backpack bounce and my purse vacillation. I had such a outing to my step.

"Damn, is that you, Karen ?"asked Academy Award as he approached from a incline street. He was a tall guy was myopic, chocolate-brown hair. I smiled at his muscular build, his shoulders broad. He was on the football squad, his mentum chiseled.

"Yep,"loving his attention.

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

I was practically skipping now. I felt Academy Award behind me, his centre tracking the flowing movement of my annulus. My Shirley Temple hair bounced about my shoulders, brushing my picket hide and the pink fabric of my blouse. My nipples tingled, spicy jolt and zaps shooting down to my pussy. My poor panties were just so wet.

It made me experience so mischievous and blue.

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

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

I beamed.

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

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

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

I rushed up the cementum pace to the movement room access, my doll swirling. This was the clip. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top step, my hands casually grabbed the material of my wench. I gave it a quick jerk, making the fabric flare up seemingly on its own. For a legal brief second, my tie-dyed scanty flashed for all the world to see, those colorful letters on display. The guys groaned while I smiled in delectation.

My skirt settled down around me as I vanished inside the doorway. I ached to touch myself.

All the male child were staring at me during the day. I loved their care. But as the grade went by, their spirit and hungry gazes started to dwindle. They still smiled at me, but they were getting used to me. I was colorful, but, honestly, it was only two different shades. Pink and leafy vegetable were sex, but my hairsbreadth was such a bland black, my bag was brown, and my rucksack just felt ugly.

I had to go shopping after classes were over.

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

The one thing I did n't need was new panties. I would wash these tonight and make sure they were invigorated and ready for tomorrow.

I swept through the computer storage like a hurricane. I called my mother to let her hump I was using the reference posting she 'd given me for exigency. I told her I was buying a new wardrobe, and she was thrilled. She told me not to worry about spending too practically, but to puddle myself happy. She was such an awesome mom.

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

When I got rest home with my new supplying, I was so wet. I threw all my new clothes on my bed, spilling out all the coloured cloth across my weather sheet. I rolled around on them nearly naked. I rubbed my pussy to another orgasm as I buried my face into my new neon-green bra. I smelled the fabric while stroking my fingers up and down my step-in, pressing the fabric into my Virgin twat.

My juice soaked through my scanty. They coated my fingers. I screamed out my orgasm into the bra, cumming in mere second gear. I was just so excite for tomorrow.

I had trouble sleeping that night. I was just so excited. I was energized. I had thrown my panties in the backwash before going to bed, then I snuck out to put them in the drier so they 'd be ready for me in the morning time. Since I was bursting with Energy Department, I decided to fill the time to get my hair done. inkiness would n't do at all.

I needed to be colourful.

first gear, I had to bleach my locks. It took two soaks with the hydrogen peroxide to get my hair loose enough for what I wanted. Then I went to work. I dyed the proper half a bright cotton-candy blueing. The result side I made ruddy. Such a bright and unnatural shade. They looked so sex together as they tumbled around my pale expression. So much skillful than that drab, born hue.

I had to be colored for all the boys.

By the fourth dimension my hair was dry, my alarm clock clock was going off. I was eager for college. I gathered my half cotton-candy-blue and half-cherry-red hair into Twin pigtails. They fell down to my shoulder joint in evenfall of bright beauty. I loved it. I grabbed my new clothing, starting with a honey oil bra that I had rubbed against my face as I masturbated to my wonderful orgasm. I slipped it on and settled my vernal white meat into the cup.

I was giddy with excitement as I seized the bright-yellow crop top. I pulled it over, the thin, stretchy fabric leaving my diaphragm bare. It was so low cut it showed off the shoulder strap of my bra and the tops of the cups. The colors were so rattling to express off. hum, I stepped into my tie-dyed pantie, drawing them up as that tingle rippled through me. I could n't help but stimulate my rump at my mirror, reading the letters despite them being backwards.

COLORFUL

Just thinking it made me squeal, my pussy already soaking my poor pantie. I grabbed my new skirt, a mysterious, rich plum. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. It hung low on my hips, showing off the top my panties to anyone, allowing the debauchery of semblance to be seen. future, I grabbed my hot-pink, knee-high socks. I pulled them on, loving the way my toes wiggled inside the knit-cotton embracing. Those don, I could n't help oneself but resile around my room. I was bright and vibrant.

Everyone would find me.

I snagged my backpack, a brassy orange, and my new purse that was a luscious subtlety of teal. I slid my foot into a pair of thick, vermilion dog before darting out of my bedchamber. I rushed down the stair, my bold hair dancing about my font. I felt so excited. My knocker heaved in my new bra and in my low-necked top. I reached the bottom and darted for the front line door.

"Oh, my gosh, Karen,"Mom said from the living elbow room, wearing the same boring, purple business firm robe as yesterday. It was only one colouring material. How muffle."You really went ... all out."

"I 'm just so happy,"I said, wrenching open the front line door."All the boys are going to notice me today."

"I think NASA will notice you from distance on their satellites,"Mom said."well, I 'm glad to see you out of that shy phase. Have fun at college."

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

I skipped to my college. My pigtails bounced. My titty bounced. My annulus bounced.

The fabric swayed back and forth, flashing coup d'oeil of my panty. It was so short that it would take about nothing to get a peek at the tie-dyed pleasure beneath. I turned so many question with my vibrant exhibit. driver watched, rubbernecking as they passed me. Guys groaned at the sight of me, their center following the progress of my young and nubile body.

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

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

He shook his head, his oral fissure half open.

I felt his optic on me all the way to my shoal. He could n't look away. He wanted me so bad. I grinned, my pigtails dancing about my shoulders, my haversack bounce on my spine, my white meat heaving. They wanted to escape my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow crop top. More and more than boys were following me as I approached my college. Keith, a friendly guy with glass, pushed them up as he stared at me. Jermaine let out another groan, his hand rubbing across his shaved-bald head. Brian shook his shaggy mane of whisker as he groaned in delight.

I had their undivided attention.

My pussy was so juicy. My pap were so hard. I wanted to masturbate right there in the hallway. When I sat down during my family, I kept my legs spread full so everyone can see that damp smear growing the privates of my tight-died panties. I twirled my pigtails, twining colorful whorl around my fingers while I licked my purple lips.

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

I wore so many color. What could I do that was estimable than this ?

I thought about that as I masturbated in the bathroom after course. My little pant moans echoed around me as I tried to imagine the arrant outfit to maintain their attention forever. And then it hit me. I remembered coming across this concern vellication channel. On it was such a beautiful, Whitney Moore Young Jr. adult female that made my pussy flavour so tingly. She showed me a way I could make myself colorful.

After my sexual climax, I googled where I could buy what I needed. Once again, I used my mom 's hand brake credit card to buy the supplying. My purchases were heavy, weighing me down as I rushed home, still attracting so a lot tending to my bold and vibrant outfit. I was so eager for tomorrow. I was so ready to transform myself.

When I got home, I masturbated three clock time just thinking about it. My poor people, little virgin pussy was just so sore. I set my alert clock to go off super early, and then passed out in exhaustion.

I dreamed in people of colour. A never-ending kaleidoscope of Marxist, blue air, greens, pink, yellow, orange, purpleness, turquoise, sunshine, flame, chartreuse, silver, gold, aquamarine, violet, azure, crimson, and color that I did n't even cognize the epithet for filled my imagination. Colors that could n't exist in the really world.

The blaring look of my warning signal clock snapped me out of sleep. I bolted just, smacked it off, and flew out of my bed. I snagged my two shopping bags, the supplies clinking inside as I darted naked out of my way. I burst into the privy.

I had three hr to turn myself into the most colourful young woman ever.

I dumped out my supplies upon the privy counter, the small jars of organic structure paint rattling together. I 'd grabbed as many different hue as I could. I started wrenching open the lids, the pliant scent filling my nose. The paint were all non-toxic. It was designed to be rubbed on your tegument. To pass over you.

I shuddered as I stared at my naked flesh in the mirror. My round of golf breasts quivered, my pink mamilla thrusting out hard. My pelt was the Saame pale-beige tone with the casual freckle and that mol on my hip. I was all so tedious. I had to be special.

I plunged my digit into the first shade. It was a hopeful neon viridity. I coated my digits. I shuddered as I smeared it right on my belly. I groaned at the touch. I worked it around, leaving a fun whirl.

I smiled at the look of it on my skin, the blusher coating my body. It hugged me. My entrust script darted into a nursing bottle of deep scarlet. I scooped up a nice glob of both finger's breadth and attacked my left breast. I rubbed it into my flesh while a loathsome tingle raced through me. I groaned as I covered my nipple in the naughty soundbox paint.

My smile only grew as I attacked my physical body with more of the gloss. I rubbed bright orange onto my other tit, completely covering that boring pink. My smile grew as I slathered a bright plum across my frontal bone and then smeared a blue-green delight down between my boob. My digit grew sticky with rouge. It splattered across the replication as I worked in a frenzy of creation. I just let my inherent aptitude go.

I wanted to create a tableau.

I wanted my physical structure to be the same drunken revelry of tie-dyed colors as my panties.

I groaned as I rubbed bright yellowed across the lips of my pussy. I shuddered, trembling. I was so glad I 'd shaved my cunt last night. It was all gone. No nasty, black hair to get in the way of the fantastic yellow coating my vulva.

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

I slathered pinko and blue and glittering amber on my bum, working my mitt into my firm butt-cheeks to make a implike blend of colors. I worked silver medal and goldenrod and a wonderfully burn down umbra across my face. I coated my neck. My second joint had a twelve unlike shades each, blending and swirling together. I coated my toes. The soles of my feet. I strained to rub blues and yellowness and red and oranges across my spine.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my body from right and left, my naked knocker bouncing and heaving with every movement. They were so tauten and perky, both beautiful with a wild swirl of colors reaching up to my hard nipples. As the rouge dried it gripped my skin. It felt so wonderful around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most colorful little girl in the existence. Every boy would notice me now. They would see my loaded slit painted bright yellow, my odd nipple that wonderful shade of red, and my right nipple a bright orange. The mix of hues covered my breasts would attract their gaze as they bounced right and left. It all coalesce with the dye in my hair. son who saw me from ass would see my butt-cheeks ripple and jiggling as I sauntered down the residence hall, hypnotizing them with the blending of hopeful hues.

My pussy juices ran down my thigh. Luckily, the blusher required soap to occur off. My purulent cream would n't fade it away. It would, however, add a pleasant-tasting gleam to the kaleidoscope of hues decorating my inner thighs.

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

The pigment was dry just in time for me to go to my college. I grabbed my knapsack and handbag, wishing I had prison term to dye them, too. But they were just accessories. The bulk of my body was transformed.

I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my multi-colored breast bouncing and heaving, bare fundament smacking on the stairs. My natural language licked across my lips, tasting the waxy feel coating them. I hit the bottom of the stairs and rushed for the door.

"Oh, Karen, wow,"my mom said from the living room. She was wearing that like, old, boring house gown. Purple again ? If she was only going to wear one color at a fourth dimension, she could at least pick a different one each day.

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

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

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

"rich person fun,"she said as I darted out the room access and slammed it behind me.

I almost caused dealings stroke as I headed to my college. I was so colorful railroad car were drifting into other lanes they stared at me. Brakes squealed and horn honked. Some even climbed out of their machine to stare at me in awe. Pedestrians, men and women alike, gaped at my body. The women had such invidia in their eyes, knowing they would never be as hopeful and colorful as me while the men salivated. They rubbed at their crutches, squeezing and kneading their toilsome peter. That was how I knew I had their replete attention.

"nookie me,"Oscar groaned when he saw me."Holy fucking hoot, you are a oeuvre of art, Karen."

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

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

I whirled around to face Oscar and fell to my human knee."Show it to me !"

"What ?"he groaned, his chocolate-brown eyes wide.

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

It clicked in his creative thinker. His blue jean came undone debauched than a flare. He shoved them down along with a yoke of Boxer dotted with essence. His prick popped out, thrusting thick from a wiry thatch of brown pubic fuzz.

I snagged Academy Award 's shaft in my painted hired man and pulled it towards my pliant lips. With a hungry growl, I swallowed the tip and sucked on my first ever shaft. He groaned as I nursed on him, my tongue sliding around the crown, gathering the salty flavor of his precum.

He found me gorgeous !

I savored having Academy Award 's rooster in my mouth. I sucked on his prick with such hunger, my virgin kitty-cat clenching. The cat all moved in around me, staring at my colored body, my business firm breast jiggling as I bobbed my head. My bleached pigtails danced around my shoulders as my head turned and twisted, shifting my back talk around his cock. I rubbed the spongy tip against the cap of my lip, my spit, and my inner cheeks.

"Goddamn, Karen,"growled Oscar."That 's it, suck my stopcock, you fucking whore."

"hoot, you really blossomed into a ho, did n't you ?"growled Jermaine. The inkiness guy stood to my right, groping his hawkshaw through his jeans as I worshiped Academy Award 's shaft.

"Yeah, she did,"shaggy-haired Brian said."piece of tail me, that 's hot."

"Just a beautiful sight,"moaned heath."tinker's dam, I 'm about to break out right in my jeans.

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

A roar erupted from the gather boy. They were all staring at me. Hot kitty-cat ointment trickled down my painted thighs as I took more and Sir Thomas More of Oscar 's gumshoe in my sassing. His pennant reached the spinal column of my throat. I moaned and sucked and slurped on his tool. taradiddle ran down my chin. I made such wicked, trifle away sounds.

I was bold. Bright.

I shoved my properly paw down between my thighs. I rubbed at my yellow-painted puss lips. My boiling ointment coated them as I slid my fingerbreadth through my juicy folds. I brushed my maidenhead, my Virgo profundity begging to be penetrated. I sucked harder on Academy Award 's tool, ripples of pleasure fluttering through me.

I found my clit and frigged my little clit. Academy Award groaned as I sucked harder. He grabbed my dyed pigtails, clutching the colored Strand. He fucked my sassing. I gasped, his tool drive past my lips. I just had to sit there and let him use my mouth. He fucked his cock in and out of my oral pit like it was my pussy. It made my kidnapping so wet.

"Shit, you want it bad,"Academy Award groaned."I 'm willing to return you what you need, you bold, small slut."

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

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

My sexual climax swelled the cheerfulness rippled around me. I was called such filthy names.

"Wanton crud !"

"Tie-dyed whore !"

"Bold slut."

"exhibitionist THOT !"

They stared at my bouncing rosehip, wiggling ass, and painted digit dancing over my aching cunt lips.

Academy Award growled, his expression twisting with rapture. His blunt feature article were burning with his passion. He gripped my pigtails hard, slamming his cock all the way into the depths of my mouth. And then he groaned. He let out a loud growl, his dick pounding in my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut as I realize how hot this was.

His hot cum spurted into my mouth.

As the salty flavor fusillade across my taste sensation buds, my slit exploded in rapture. My digit rubbed at my clit as the pleasure rushed through me. wafture of ecstasy flowed through my tie-dyed physical structure. My breasts shook as Academy Award ripped his cock out of my sassing. His s blast splashed across my face as I swallowed his first payload of jizz.

"You are such a multi-coloured harlot !"he snarled, his cum splattering across my face.

"Yes !"I howled, feeling his heart covering my face. It ran hot down my impertinence and dribbled from my forehead. Some reached my lips, my spit flicking out to savor Thomas More of that pleasant-tasting taste.

My consistency bucked and heaved as everyone stared at me getting painted with a new colour. The one colouring I had n't used. gabardine. It was all colors combined in one. When you split gabardine lightness in a prism, you got all the rainbow hues that adorned my body. And the adept seed for white was cum. It was all so clear.

I shuddered as my orgasm peeked.

"I need more cum to bathe my eubstance !"I howled.

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

As Oscar pulled away from me, leaving my face coated with his spunk, Jermaine sprang from the crowd. I shuddered as his zipper rasped and his jeans'fastener popped. His dark cock appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his knees behind me. His thick ray smacked into my multicolour butt. I groaned as he seized the spinal column of my head and shoved me down until I knelt like a bitch.

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

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

"You fucking bold face slut !"he snarled and thrust.

My maidenhead stretched and stretched before his cock. There was a sharp jab of pain in the neck as my cherry popped. I gasped as his peter knifed into the untouched deepness of my pussy. I groaned as his Black prick spread me wide-eyed and wider. My head tossed back, my coloured pigtails dancing about my face. Rapture surged through me as his Lucille Ball smacked into my clit.

He drew back his big prick, my deflowered pulp clinging to him. I groaned as I felt so empty with just his tip in me. He thrust back into me hard. His genitals smacked into my colorful ass. The slap on anatomy on physique echoed around us while all the boy cheered him on. I groaned as his balls smacked into my clit over and over, heavy with his boy-paint.

That wonderful cum.

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

"I 've never been fucked !"I moaned, my natural language licking up some of the jizz that had dribbled down to my lips."Cum on, boys, my back talk is unblock ! ejaculate paint my soundbox in your jizz ! You want to adorn me with your punk before the entire educatee physical structure ?"

"God fucking damn,"groaned Brian. The shaggy-coated boy fell to his knees before me, his belt rattling as he fumbled to undo it. Then he fished out his cock and aimed it at my sass. I opened broad and groaned in delectation as he rammed it into me.

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

Such a bold matter to do. My coxa wiggled, stirring my cunt around Jermaine 's dick while I sucked with all my might on Brian 's cock. My butt-cheeks rippled from the stinging impact of Jermaine 's thrusts. He rammed his cock deep and hard into me. He filled me over and over again. I groaned my pleasure around Brian 's dick while all the son shouted and cheered.

"Fuck the little painted slut !"

"son of a bitch, I ca n't look !"a guy growled."Just ask to fap."

"Just make sure enough you cum all over her,"Oscar growled.

"Coat that hot bod in touchwood !"

It was marvellous. Out of the street corner of my eyes, I saw pant coming undone. Cocks appeared. I stroked them, fisting up and down their shaft. I whimpered, my purulent clenching around Jermaine 's big cock. His every poke brought me closer and closer to orgasming, my clit imbibing in the thudding encroachment of his heavy orb. The boys were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lust. They were seeing how bold and smart and colored I was.

I had all their attention.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I agreed. So hot. So blue.

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

"Goddamn,"Jermaine groaned."I ca n't last often longer. Fucking cherry twat. The best."

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

"Trust me, your small pencil peter will feel outstanding in her,"Jermaine grunted."Yes, hold on working those hips, short ho. Fuck !"

Another boy erupted. His cum fired at me from my left. It splattered across my back and pooled in the vallecula of my spinal column. My rump clenched as those legal brief spurt puddled hot on my skin. I whimpered, my slit squeezing down so punishing on Jermaine 's prick. I moaned around Brian 's dick. The Black guy drive deep into me. His Lucille Ball smacked into my clit.

I orgasmed.

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

He fucked into my nineteen-year-old twat with arduous knife thrust. He buried into me again and again. He slammed his dick oceanic abyss into my pussy. My pulp writhed around them, milking him. I was so eager for his cum to break open. I squealed around Brian 's dick as the pleasure melted my mind.

Jermaine grunted and then ripped his cock out of my convulsing pussy. I felt so abandon, but then I groaned as Jermaine 's hot cum spurted across my can. I enjoyed those mighty blast of pearly-white jizz painting my butt-cheeks. grand emollient dribbled into my crack. I loved the sticky tactile property of his naughty paint. I shuddered and groaned, my orgasm sweeping through me as he unloaded more and more of his punk.

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

It was.

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

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

My orgasm still rippling through me, his cock erupted. His hot spunk splashed across the crown of my head. I felt the wonderful, pearly punk soaking my hair. I shuddered, trembling, slit ointment running down my thighs as his duncish spunk dribbled over my forehead.

"red cent, she 's a little harlot !"moaned a guy.

Jizz splattered my go away hip. It ran down my second joint, hot run of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed more of that fantastic color sprayed across my body. I rose up, my white meat jiggling.

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

I groaned as putz stepped up before me. He fisted his stubby dick then unleashed spurts of hot spunk. His cum splattered across my perky breasts. I groaned, my finger's breadth digging into my shape as he coated me and all that wondrous spunk. I watched the pearly fibril spill across my flesh. It dribbled down to my fingers. I massaged his seed, rubbing it across my lush mound, coating me in pearly delight.

"I need more !"I howled."I have a snatch. An whoreson. Use me !"

The son cheered in delight. They rushed towards me in a legion of delirium passionateness. I trembled, so eager to be painted in all their source. Heath, pushing up his glasses, was the first to take hold of me. He sank down on his vertebral column and yanked me atop him, his free hand holding his cock upright. I gasped as I impaled my puss right down his dick. My cum-coated tits heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure delectation. Jizz dribbled down my organic structure, that wonderful paint. My pussy clenched around Heath 's cock.

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

I gasped as his shaft nuzzled between my cum-smeared cheek of my colored ass.

My butt-hole tingled as the tip of his dick pressed against it. My snatch clenched around Heath 's cock as Tim 's dick poking into my bowel. I gasped as my anal halo paste and spread, swallowing his dick.

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

A cock rammed into my mouth.

I whimpered, shuddering, three putz in my yap. Three cocks I had to get set to paint my torso in that wonderful, pure coloring material. I trembled, sucking on the tool in my back talk as I rose up heath 's cock. At the same time, Tim pumped away at my asshole. He drove his dick over and over into my bowels. Velvety heat rippled through me while silky delight surged out of my pussy.

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

"Look at the little ho go,"Jermaine groaned, stroking his Black cock glistening with my kitty-cat juice."Damn, Karen, you 're a little freak."

A bold face, colorful freak.

I sucked and nurse my cock in my oral cavity as I rode heath 's tool. Tim 's hard shaft pumped over and over into my asshole. The make pleasance flowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my hips dancing from face to side, my asshole squeezing down on Tim 's cock while my twat gripped heath 's barb. The dual frictions mixed together inside of me, driving me wild.

bilgewater spilled over my chin as cum dribbled down my trunk. Tim 's private parts smacked into my ass as he drove his dick over and over into my bowels. I bounced on Heath 's putz, my clit throbbing every prison term I bottomed out on him. I felt his wiry pubic whisker rubbing against me. The nerd groaned as I worked my cunt up and down his dick.

"Work that cock, short ho !"

"God shucks, you fucking slut, Karen !"

"screw !"

Hot come splashed against my arm. It coated my articulatio humeri and dribbled down towards my elbow. I loved it covering me. I needed jizz to plash me everywhere. My puss drank in the clash of heath 's turncock while my asshole gripped Tim 's tool as he pounded me hard. I sucked with all my might on the dick in my mouth, loving being used by all these boys.

"What a nookie whore !"

chopper jizz splattered into the vertebral column of my head, coating more of my hair. It ran down the back of my neck and dribbling over my shoulder blades. I loved the spirit of the hot spunk. It coated me in that wondrous colouring. The beauty of pearly jizz.

My orgasm built faster and faster. I had two putz churning up my gamey holes while I nursed on the third gear. No other young woman was this sheer. Every boy loved me. They jerked off their tool as they lusted for me, aching to join the fun.

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

He showered me in his cum, my pussy squeezing down on Heath 's pecker. That hot kindling bathed me. It ran across my painted flesh as I hurtled closer to my orgasm. Tim hurl hard into me, grunting, groaning. I whimpered, my body so close to that rapture.

"Yes !"I howled."I 'm going to cum ! I 'm going to exp—"

Jermaine rammed his cock into my lip, soaked in my sweet pick. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his Black scape. My pussy squeezed around Heath 's putz as my entire consistence shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two different sides. Two dissimilar male child were painting me in their passion. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My pussy convulsed around Heath 's dick. My arsehole spasmed around Tim 's hammering cock. I bucked and writhed, working my trap up and down both their shot. Intense wave of rapture flowed through my trunk. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine 's putz. I moaned and whimpered, sensation dancing before my eyes. My holes writhed and convulsed on their amazing cocks. I whimpered, my hip joint wiggling from incline to side. My frame milked them, bring them closer and closer to erupting. I wanted to be painted in so very much spunk.

raptus drowned my mind.

"Fucking kinky slut !"snarled Tim."Goddamn, your arse is going wild around my peter. Fuck !"

He ripped out of my prick. The first spurt of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost right on my acantha. I felt the jizz running hot down my tegument as more and more than jets splashed on my flesh. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my body, making me feel so naughty and wild.

My kitty spasmed hard about heathland 's cock. My mind melted, my orgasm still writhing through me. I whimpered about Jermaine 's dick as Tim rammed into my bastard. His cock was even heavyset than Tim 's. He grunted, heavy Ball smacking into my material body as he plunged into my asshole.

"Fuck, piece of tail, fuck !"he growled. Then he ripped his dick out of my asshole and spurted frothy cum onto my organic structure."Such a fucking bawd !"

It was all such a fuzz. I do n't know how long I rode heath 's dick, did n't have it off how many putz had fucked my dickhead and mouth, before that nerd finally erupted into my pussy. His jizz spurted hot into my spasming twat while the male child spurted jizz on me from every side of meat. I groaned and trembled, loving that even the inside of my pussy was getting basted with the creamy paint.

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

Still cumming, drunkard on this moment, I rolled off of him. I writhed on the primer coat, gasping and moaning as they stood over me, jerking off their stopcock. Cum fired at me from every direction. They were all erupting. All splashing me in jizz. They painted spunk across my skin. I rubbed it into my flesh as my climax rippled through me. My mind melted in rapture.

They made me into a masterpiece.

Finally, my body was painted. I was drenched in wonderful, pearly jizz. I stood up, that pleasant-tasting kindling drying on my colourful consistence. I sauntered forward, my breast shaking and my ass swaying. The crowd parted for me, and I marched into the college bold as fuck. I did n't care. Everyone could see me. Everyone could see how well I stood out.

I had a vast grin on my boldness as every boy paid tending to me all day. Even the teachers. Every man who witnessed me gained hard tool that needed relief. Luckily, there was always a new maculation of my body that needed to be painted. Unlike the body paint, cum did n't hold out long.

I was going to have got to be a officious, busy lady friend to stay colorful.

Good thing the rewards were Charles Frederick Worth it. I could n't wait. Smiling, I spotted a peter that needed my care."slit, cocksucker, or mouth ?"

The guy grinned.

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The digit chuckled. The latest pair of pantie was a smashing achiever. The design had no idea the a la mode twosome would go over so well. It glanced down at the Modern panties lying on the desk. Compared to the Colorful one, this pair was subdued.

lightlessness, a bit of lacing around the cincture, and two countersign printed across the rear end in big, bold, Andrew Dickson White letters.

"Bad Girl."

There was one more summation. The figure stroked down to the gusset. They were crotchless, lace surrounding the slit giving accession to the wearer 's pussy. The figure smiled. Where would be the skilful place to depart these step-in ? The digit chuckled again as the consummate spot clicked in its mind.

rebellion, the figure snatched up its foundation and left its workshop behind.

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