Mind-Control Panties

history Five : Bad Girl 's Sexy Punishment

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure was n't at its common place to shake off off a brace of its special creations.

The nondescript phase slipped in through the crowd at the First Baptist Church 's clothes drive. The figure wove through the conservatively dressed crowd of masses dropping off apparel in corner, chicken feed suitcase, and sometimes loose piles. The article were dumped onto tables to be sorted to be distributed to those with less and in want. The figure was inspired to leave behind this couple of panties here. It was the perfect place for them.

They were muted compared to the last few it had made. A solid black colouring, waistband trimmed in lacing, and with one unique feature : they were crotchless. lacing also surrounded the slit in the panties'gusset, allowing gamy accession to the pussycat of the favourable girl who donned them.

celibacy Reynolds was a good girl. The perfect one for the panties emblazoned with the all-capitalized letters, each one white and boldface."Bad Girl"they read.

With a flick of its wrist, the image dropped the panties into a pile of wear. Soon a girl, eighteen, would make it to sort them. By then, the figure would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

sexual morality Sir Joshua Reynolds, a confection, blonde girl with her hair falling in a farsighted braid on her back, arrived to gather up the side by side consignment of clothes to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by size of it and type. There were washables basketful waiting behind her, set to receive the clothing as she processed them. She dumped her load on her sorting station, eager to help her church provide for those with need in her community. It made her feel fulfilled. It gave the girl such a thrill to be so helpful.

She froze when she came across the panties.

Underwear was not one of the things that were asked for. Not used. If they came sealed in packs, that was okay. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an galvanizing quiver raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lacing. They were the naughtiest pair of panties she 'd ever seen in her lifetime. The eighteen-year-old girlfriend shuddered, surprised by the liquid rut bursting inside of her. The wanton sensation was something unknown to the good girl. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lace on the gusset.

She gasped as she poked her fingerbreadth through the puss in the crotch. They were torn, but deliberately. The barren lady friend did n't realise why someone would do that. What 's the point of wearing panties like these ? she wondered.

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

Those two Christian Bible galvanized her head. chastity was a expert miss. Yes, she 'd pay back in bother, told a few story, tried to get out of eating her greens or not doing her preparation, but she had never done anything truly bad.

She took her first of all step on that path as she balled up the pantie and shoved them into her skirt 's sac. She gasped at what she 'd done. She was stealing from the Christian church 's clothing drive.

Cheeks combustion, she dove back into her sorting, hoping to forget she 'd done anything so wicked.

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sexual abstention Reynolds

I stared at the step-in, my finger stroking through the slit in the crotch. It was all I could cogitate about since I stole them yesterday at the habiliment driving force. I could n't believe I 'd done that. But those two words, Bad young woman, just electrified me. They were so tantalizing. So at odds with everything that I was. Christians did n't steal. A Christian should n't require to endure something like this. And yet ...

I wanted to wear them.

I squirmed, the heating rushing through me. It was Sunday, and I was back from daybreak service. I had changed out of my pink dress, standing only in my bra and panties now. I wanted to put on some daily clothes, to do my prep, and slack around the house before evening overhaul. All I could think about during church service was the step-in.

What would it be like to wear a couple that did n't have a fork ?

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

Cheeks burning at the stake, I set the panty down on my bed and stood up. My small chest quivered in my white bra. They were trivial A cups, not really needing the living, but a expert adult female wore her brassiere. That 's what mama said.

I hooked the waistband of my panties and rolled them off my hips. I was shocked by the dulcet musk that filled my nose. I groaned, realizing the scent was coming from the wet heat that had engulfed my pussy. I should n't think of my vagina as a kitty-cat, but I could n't help it. Bad young woman had pussies.

Was I a bad girl now ?

I stepped out of my step-in and set them with tending on my bed. I grabbed the black panties, the lace trim of the girdle caressing my fingers. I turned the pair in my handgrip until they were facing the right way. I stepped my right leg through the set aside hole. I groaned as I slid my left leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The electric tingles intensified.

Everywhere the cloth touched me came alive. A crackling ace surged up my leg and reached my pussycat, increasing the molten passion. I let out a groan of wanton pleasance. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling in my brassiere. I pulled the scanty over my rear, the waistband riding low on my hips. My virgin sex clenched as a wicked sensation rippled out of me.

I glanced down and saw my blond pubic hair peeking through the panties'slit.

That was n't right. What was the point of wearing panties like these if my pubic pilus peeked out ? I smiled, this calmness settling upon me. A bad female child did n't need pubic hair. A bad lady friend was shaved. And why was I wearing this pointless bra ? My small titties did n't call for it. I reached behind me and untie it as I smiled.

I had some grooming to do.

eroding only my bad girl step-in, I sauntered out of my chamber. I yanked open my doorway, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hallway, a sway to my nubile hips I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my firm breasts jiggling before me. My mammilla were so arduous. I tweaked them. Right there in the hallway, I let out a wanton groan of delight as the shudder raced down to my pussy.

No one caught me.

I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me.

"Chastity, dear,"Mom said a pulsation later,"I 'm going out for a jog. You full do your homework."

I rolled my center as I heard mom 's step whirl. God, she was such a stuck up beef. Homework ? Eww.

I stared at myself in the mirror. My facial expression was so plain and innocent. And what was up with this braid ? It was long. Cute. That had to go. I wrenched open a drawer and found a duet of scissors grip. I unwound my braid, my golden lock chamber spilling around me. And then I took the scissors to them.

Snip. clip. Snip.

My hair fell to the flooring, halcyon strands fluttering to their last. I cut my tomentum at the shoulder, creating something that was so ragged and raving mad. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my head, watching my new whorl dancing about my mischievous facial expression. I loved it. I pursed my lips, smiling. Mom would hate it. She thought fair sex should ingest hanker hair.

Not me.

I did n't like slipping out of the panties, but I had to shave. I thrust them down, gathered up the pink foam and my razor, then slid into the bathing tub. I threw my legs over the sides of the tub, feeling my blotto kitty-cat rim parting. I could n't help but run a finger's breadth up and down my plica. I did n't experience a hymen. I 'd broken that riding my motorcycle years ago.

opinion bad, I thrust my finger inside of my virgin pussy. I gasped, having never done that before. It felt so wicked. I was hot and juicy and oh, so, silky. I shuddered, my toes curling.

I masturbated right then and there. The bathroom room access was n't even locked. Dad could take the air in and watch me. He could see me being a bad, bad girl. He could follow my digit plunging in and out of my cunt. I stirred my puss up. He would stare at me with such a wanton lust and see that I was a wicked thing.

A slut.

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

I sucked the sweet cream off my digit, loving the flavour, and set to work. I coated my pubic pilus in garden pink froth and started shaving. I was n't afraid. Bad young lady did n't get afraid. We acted. We took what we wanted.

We shaved our puss to be wicked, wanton sluts.

I groaned as the razor raft across my tender vulva. I tingled from my coming, getting rid of the pubic hair only made me experience more and more spiritualist down there. When I turned on the spigot to wash away the foam, I almost came again. It was so vivid. I held my cunt against the flow of piddle, feeling it pouring into my silky depths.

"pa, daddy, yes !"I howled.

commiseration he did n't show up.

Dry and out of the bath, I pulled on my pet span of pantie. Now they felt flop to tire out. I could sense the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the puss. I felt so wicked as I strolled out of the toilet topless and headed back to my sleeping accommodation, my hip swaying from side to side. Why could n't daddy have caught me ? Or even mum ? Maybe she 'd clear me eat her pussy.

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

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

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

I got the hang of driving real quick. I was surely daddy would forgive me for that one little dent. I 'd suck his turncock to make it up to him. How could he be mad at me after that ?

I arrived at the promenade, fix to change my life. I needed composition, something that was forbidden by my mother, a new press, and anything else that caught my eye. I smiled at any boys I passed, pursing my brim and letting them see the involvement in my eyes. They grinned and nodded to each other as they noticed me.

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

I sauntered into Pink modishness, the trendy clothing place I 'd always seen but never dared to enroll before. My middle flitted around, searching for the perfect thing. I spotted a abruptly jean skirt, the material looking like it would hug me squiffy. I snagged it off the rack, and then I noticed a calamitous belly shirt that had no sleeves. I was a size 2 petite, so I grabbed the size 1. I wanted it tight. Smirking, I headed to the changing room.

I did n't hesitate to unclothe off my old clothes. I left them in a pile on the floor. I did n't postulate those drilling things any longer. I ripped the tags off my new jean chick then pulled it up my branch. I shuddered as the denim rasped against my second joint. My twat felt so excite, the air kissing my trim brim. I slid the jean chick up and up over my buns.

It rode low my coxa, just covering the waistband of my panties. If was tight, almost digging into my flesh. I shuddered, loving how short it was. If I bent over, boys would get a footling peek at my panties. Would they notice there was no crotch ?

I was so eager to find out.

I paused to slip my right hand underneath my wench and slue my digits through the slit in my panty'voider. I stroked my juicy slit lips, sending a wicked kick through me. My naked boob jiggled. I pinched a mammilla, oohing in delight. I shuddered and then pulled my finger's breadth out.

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

A promptly tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my head. I had to work it down, the cloth molding around my torso. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding breasts, my little nipples outlined by the thin material. It clung to my small boob, leaving nothing to the mental imagery. My sleek, flat stomach was exposed, my precious bellybutton just begging for attending. With my short, furious hair, I looked so wicked.

"daughter, you are one hot bitch,"I purred to my reflection.

Not giving any piece of ass, I opened the changing room door and sauntered out like I owned these apparel. I threaded my way through the memory, navigating the habiliment wrack. I did n't even glance at the shop clerk.

In moments, I was past the sensors and out into the stream of the plaza 's infantry dealings. I sauntered to my next destination. My pussy clenched, a wicked thrill racing through me. I shoved my hand beneath my wench right there as so strolled along, rubbing my pussy. I stroked myself through the slit.

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

A sinful boot shot through me as I headed into Bath and Beauty Delights. It had a huge assembling of composition. I was most interest in some lip rouge. I needed to do something about my picket, pink mouth. I needed a vibrant shade. I needed to annunciate to the world just who I was. My regard fell towards that taboo incision. The place my female parent never wanted me to go.

"physical composition is just lying about what God gave you, and you know where liars go, do n't you sexual abstention ?"

I rolled my eyes. Bad little girl should need to go to hell. That was where we belong.

I shuddered, heading towards the makeup. turmoil flooded through me. I was just so aegir for this. I reached the display, staring at all the different ones. There were so many colors. So many different direction I could paint my backtalk. Some were poor. Why would I want to go with a slightly different tint of pink ? But there were early ace ... Reds so bright they practically screamed harlot. purpleness. They even had black.

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

I grabbed the inkiness lipstick first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my skirt. The crotchless panties were useful. I had a naughty home I could hide affair. I groaned as the pin down thermionic valve of lipstick pressed against my virgin pussy rim. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and deeper. I groaned, risque rippling tingling down to my toes. My coxa shook in my jeans skirt, the blue jean rustling about my thighs.

"Oh, yes, yes,"I moaned. It was so implike. I could just she-bop right wing here.

Masturbate ... It felt squeamish having the tube of lipstick inside me. But they were things designed for getting a girl off. There was one naughty place in the mall where I could get one.

Grinning, I snagged up the passion Fruit Red, hating the name of the people of colour but it was so scarlet. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the mordant lipstick tube even deeper into my depths. My back arched. My tits quivered in my belly shirt. My nipples throbbed so a lot. I stared up at the cap as the pleasure rippled through me. My pussy was so sensitive. I could n't wait to take my first cock inside of me.

Maybe I should let daddy sleep together me for denting his car ? Ooh, I bet he had such a big tool. He would satiate me up more than these lip rouge electron tube. I pulled my fingerbreadth away, loving how they were embarrassing with my juices. I brought them to my olfactory organ, inhaling my honeyed musk.

"God, I smell delicious,"I moaned.

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

My pussy clenched around the two lip rouge tubes. I bit my lip, wanting to slip a third, but I was getting worried about getting that first of all one out. My fingers could only make so far inside of me. Well, the two I had would be good enough for now. I could always shoplift again.

On the way out, I snatched some eye darkness, palming the slender case in my hand. I sauntered out, the tubes of lip rouge shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how impish they felt. My cheeks burned as the rapture rippled through me. I gave the clerk, sitting bored the heel counter and staring at her phone, a wave.

She gave a tepid wave back. She had no idea I had a pussy full of her merchandise.

I burst into wanton giggles the mo I was out of the entrepot. I strutted into the flowing of the mall 's client, my pussy getting teased by those lipstick subway shifting inside of me. I groaned, wondering if I could come just from walking around with stuff buried in my twat.

That was something I had to find out next.

I ducked into the noblewoman way and fished out both subway of lipstick from my pussy. I had a small trouble getting out the dark pipe, my digit slipping on the smooth shaft. I shuddered and groaned, the lace of the crotchless step-in massaging my brass knuckles while I stimulated my hot anatomy. My clitoris ached and throbbed. With a hard Northerner, I wrenched out the spicy lipstick.

Both tubes were soaked in my juices. I decided to go with the red, dropping the black into my purse. Though I 'd never applied lipstick before, I nailed it. I coated my lips perfectly. They were just so bright and scarlet. It made me look so wicked. I opened the eye shadow, seeing a pallette with several shades on it. I selected a benighted bluish-gray hue and swept it across my upper eyelids. They made my immature depths look so smoky.

I fluttered my lashes, loving the flavour. I was such a bad, bad girl. A naughty tremble raced through me.

Makeup was done, It was metre to get that sex toy. There was a intimate apparel shop that had a"personal massager"plane section. They sold them to relieve"female stress."I loved it. They also had a circumspect excerpt of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly gamey ones you would find at a sex shop, but I could definitely find myself my first vibrator.

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

I reached the toy dog, smiling. My eyes flicked up and down them. There were a couple of torso and verge massagers, packaged to see like traditional therapy particular instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few friends whose mothers had those. On the undersurface shelf were the confessedly sex toy dog. The vibrators that were shaped like thick shafts. A fleshy dildo made me smile.

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

I just shoved the toy up beneath my skirt.

"Oh, God, yes,"I groaned as the thick, slick quill of the vibrator pushed into my virgin slit.

My pussy lip spread around it, my cunt stretching and stretching for it. My toes wiggled in my shoes. Wicked trembles raced through me as I pressed the vibrator deeper and deeper into my twat. It was like nix I 'd ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so much thicker than my fingers. Than the lipstick tubes. It kept going. It reached deeper and deeply inside of me. I groaned, trembling on the scepter of an coming. My eyes fluttered, my breath quickened.

"Oh, God, I 'm going to have so a lot fun with you,"I moaned.

I groaned as I pushed the last inch into me. I savored it. I was so wonderfully wax. Was this what it would palpate like to have a turncock in me ? I could n't wait to find out. I could n't wait to fuck my first guy. I did n't know who it should be.

My Father of the Church ?

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

I belonged. I was n't doing anything wrong. Nope. Just ignore me as I stroll out with your vibrator shoved up my puss. These tingles raced through me, an electrify thrill seemed to spark from my new preferred panties. My fingers fluttered as I sauntered out of the storehouse into the mall traffic.

"We need you to make out with us, miss,"an authoritative articulation said.

My pass snapped to the right to see the strong and tall course of a police police officer advancing on me. He had dark fuzz, a slurred mustache on his speed lip. His eyes were hard as he stared at me. My cunt clenched about the vibrator as I gave him a beguiling smile.

"Oh,"I said, playing it cool off."Is there something wrong, officeholder ?"

"We just need you to get along with us, miss,"a second cop said. He was tall and big-shouldered, a Robert Brown goatee framing his thick and potent lips. He had a fade buzzed into the side of his head, that high and mean flattop. A shiver rippled through me, my pussy clenching down on the vibrator.

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

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

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

"Placing you under catch for suspicion of shoplifting,"he said.

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

"Miss, we 've seen the security footage of you walking out of Pink Chic in the skirt and top you stole off the wheel. I bet that 's not the just thing we 're going to find that you 've stolen."

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

This wicked shudder ran through me as officer murphy pulled both my wrists behind my back. He held my hands together while he pulled out his handcuffs. I gasped as the first cuff slapped on my good radiocarpal joint. I felt the stinging annoyance and then heard the ratcheting auditory sensation as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the other handcuff on my left hand wrist, binding my hands together.

I trembled, arrested like a true bad girl.

"Oh, god, you have no musical theme of the foul things I 've done,"I purred in the aphrodisiac voice I could. I could feel the cunt juice dripping out of me, A dip landed on the floor between my animal foot. My cream must be running down the vibrator.

"Why am I not surprised,"said officer Lassiter."minuscule slut like you, dressed like that, thinks she can do whatever she wants. fountainhead, girl, just because you got a hot ass does n't mean you can erupt the law. There are consequences."

"Punishments,"growled Officer Murphy.

I almost fainted in rapture.

The vibrator shifted around inside of me as the two cops marched me through the mall. Each one gripped my arm, their script so strong. I trembled between them, but not in fear. My pussy only grew hotter and hotter. My button ached, the lace of the crotchless panty brushing my trivial bud as I swayed my rose hip. My mamilla rubbed into the fragile fabric of my crop top, sending tremendous tingles down to my pussy.

They were both so potent. So new and powerful. I licked my sass, feeling the waxy means of the lipstick. My small boob quivered, their eyes falling on them as they jiggled in my too-tight top.

Our journey ended at a minor auxiliary police station for the plaza. Just a picayune waiting elbow room no bigger than a bus catch, a place for a couple of bull stationed at the mall to return to on their breaking. It probably had a holding jail cell in there. I shuddered as Officer Murphy pulled out a set of samara and unlocked the operose door. It creaked heart-to-heart, my cunt gripping the vibrator as a loathly tingle raced through me.

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

"Yes,"I moaned.

"We need your real name for the report,"military officer Murphy said, sighing.

"Then you 'll just deliver to make me talk,"I moaned as they opened a indorse door onto a minuscule examination room. There was a metal table in there, a brace of electric chair around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.

"wagerer pat her down,"said Officer tater."You want to aim high or low ?"

"High,"said Officer Lassiter."Sluts got herself a pair of Nice titties. youth and house. I bet you 're not a day over eighteen."

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

I shuddered at the tactual sensation of a man on my breasts. My tit throbbed as he massaged his medal into them. Gasps and moans burst from my lips as I trembled there. My snatch clenched so backbreaking on the vibrator. I swayed, my heart fluttering, little stars dancing across my vision as an galvanising surge shot through me.

officeholder potato knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the fastening of my jeans skirt. With a hard Yank, he ripped it down. He exposed my disastrous panties with their two words written in those sheer, E. B. White letters. He chuckled, his hand stroking across the phrase.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Holy nookie !"I gasped as the toy buzzed to life.

I trembled as officer Lassiter twisted and played with my pap, massaging them as this incredible seventh heaven surged out of my pussy. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like zip I 'd ever imagine. My finger's breadth twitched as my entire body trembled.

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

"That 's what you wanted to slip, huh ?"Officer Murphy asked, his finger's breadth sliding around the buzzing ray of light shoved in my cunt. His fingerbreadth stroked over my petals."Just wanted to get off, did n't you, hussy ?"

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

"wellspring, she 's definitely guilty,"said Officer Lassiter."Let 's get off all the stolen clothes."

I gasped as he did n't have off my craw top—how could he with my hands cuffed—instead, he just ripped the front open. The thin fabric torus while the muscles in his blazon bulged. My slit clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how unattackable he was. How powerful. I whimpered, realizing just how helpless I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whimper of delight burst from my lips as my cute titties jiggled before me. Then I groaned as officer Murphy yanked down my bad girl step-in, sliding them down my legs until I was stepping out of them. I stood there naked, the vibrator buzzing in my snatch. to a greater extent drops of snatch succus dribbled from the naughty toy, splattering the cement base. My toes curled in my shoes as I whimpered and moaned, my heading tossing back and forth. My suddenly, wild hair swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're hangdog of shoplifting, Slut,"growled Officer spud. His hand planted into the centre of my cover and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the table, my nipples kissing the frigidness, metallic surface. I gasped at his military posture as he pinned me there. Being helpless made me experience incredible. My fingers flexed, my wrist pulling at the metallic element cuffs.

He twisted the base of the vibrator again.

"It can buzz high-pitched ?"I howled as it churned away inside of me. The hum intensified. swarthiness already fuzzed the edge of my vision. My orgasm built and built inside my spicy cunny. My eighteen-year-old twat squeezed down on the amazing toy massaging my inside. My snatch melted around it. I was—

SMACK !

Stinging pain in the neck exploded across my ass. My cunt clenched down so hard on the buzzing rapture. The humming toy soothed away the stinging pain burning across my rump. I had n't been spanked since I was a little daughter, I wished my daddy did it more often.

This was so exciting.

CRACK !

Officer Lassiter spanked his extensive bridge player on my left over butt-cheek. That wonderful, stinging pain burned through me, only increasing the delectation building my cunt. The vibrator carried me towards my sexual climax so fast. I was out of control.

SMACK !

"Such a naughty, fucking jade !"

tornado !

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

SMACK !

CRACK !

SMACK !

CRACK !

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

flavor !

"Filthy jade !"

cranny !

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

"No !"I howled as my orgasm exploded through me."Bad fille have to be punished !"

savour !

cracking !

My kitty convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after undulation of cloud nine flooded from my cunt. Tsunamis of ecstasy flowed through my body. The exaltation drowned my mind. wiz bristle across vision while duskiness rippled around the bound. My radiocarpal joint pull against the manacle, adding another flash pain in the neck to the powerful spanks landing over and over on my naughty rump.

thunder !

wisecrack !

Juices flowed hot, down my second joint, gushing out around the vibrator churning me up. Its humming surged seventh heaven through me that combine with stinging pain sensation, the two swirling together to create a storm interior of me. A tempest of gross ecstasy. It swept through me. Electrified me. My backbreaking nipples rubbed against the cold steel of the interrogatory table.

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

The complete raptus of being naughty.

flavour !

CRACK !

"Oh my screwing God, yes ! Keep spanking me ! I 'm still bad ! penalize me ! I stole ! I 'm a mischievous thief !"

"Goddamn, this fiddling slut has a set of lungs on her,"Officer Lassiter groaned."I think she needs something to shut her up."

slap !

"What are you suggesting ?"asked policeman Murphy.

Instead of the side by side spank, I heard the rustling of wearable. I blinked as Officer Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the other side of the interrogative sentence table from the other cop, naked, his body all heavily musculus. He seized my short, blonde hair and yanked my head a few inches towards ...

His prick.

His dick bobbed before my sassing as it thrust before him. I opened astray, swallowing his dig as the vibrator churning up my convulsing cunt. My goose never stopped spasming around that vibrating toy, rapture after ecstasy sweeping through my body.

I shuddered as the first ever dick entered my mouth.

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

I heard clothing rustling behind me. Officer murphy was stripping naked now. He was exposing that sinewy body of his. I just knew it. Would he fuck my Virgo pussy with his laborious cock ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my first pecker while I sucked on another peter ?

I gasped as Officer murphy ripped the vibrator out of my pussy. I was suddenly so empty. I whimpered, needing something filling my bozo. The pussy-coated, buzzing toy pressed between my cigarette nerve. Against my asshole. Before I even knew what was happening, he slammed it into my virgin rectum.

My anal annulus widened to soak up it. The bombinate rapture buried into my gut. A new blissfulness flooded through me. I whimpered around officer Lassiter 's big prick, sucking hard as I squealed.

military officer Murphy rammed his peter into my spasming twat.

Another orgasm fit inside of me, my pussy writhing about the pecker taking my virginity. I had my world-class cock in me. midst and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my silky build as I squeezed my eyes shut. Such pleasure filled me, buzzing out of my asshole, rippling out of my pussy, sparking from my mammilla rubbing on the cold table.

"Goddamn, this strumpet knows how to fellate prick,"growled officer Lassiter.

"You should try her cunt !"groaned Officer Murphy."I 've never been in cunt this tight. Barely legal twat is awing !"

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

It was incredible.

The pleasure just would n't finish. wave after Wave of delight rippled through me as the two cop punished me. Every time policeman Murphy slammed into my cunt, his crotch smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a little bit deeper into me. My fingers flexed, my wrists pulling on the cuffs. They used me. They fucked my nubile body with hunger.

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

I wiggled my hips, stirring my convulsing cunt around officeholder Murphy 's big cock. I wanted the cop spurting into my cunt. I wanted to feel that hot jizz splashing inside of me. I moaned, sucking with such heroic hungriness on Officer Lassiter 's shaft. drivel ran out of the corner of my rima oris, running over my chin.

"God fucking shit,"Officer Irish potato growled as he fucked my slit."That 's what you get for being a naughty, stealing cunt ! You get fucked !"

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

I squealed around his dick.

"Yeah, you are, just a hump filth. You want to guzzle down my cum !"

I sucked so punishing. I wanted to pledge his cum. I wanted to feel it spurting into my lip. I sucked with such feverous thirst. My asshole clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety anatomy while officeholder tater 's big reefer rammed into my bitch. sexual climax after orgasm flooded through me.

It was the in effect in the humankind. Sex was awesome. My ass burned with every shock of police officer Murphy 's crotch. He spanked me every time he fucked into my racy puss. I squealed, the handcuffs rattling as I trembled. My fingers twitched. My little mammilla drank in the cold surface of the interrogation table. The wanton sounds of my blowjob desegregate with the slap of flesh on pulp. The disgusting racket echoed through the humble query room.

The cop grunted and groaned as they used me. They plowed into me from both English. My optic squeezed shut, genius dancing through the darkness. My mind drowned. How much more of this could I contain ? My pussy convulsing. Rippling and spasming. It was incredible.

"God fucking damn,"military officer spud growled."What a blotto cunt. Oh, god, I ca n't take much more of this pussy."

"Fucking cum in her cuckoo ! Just flood the little woman of the street !"Officer Lassiter gripped my hair, pulling on it. hurt flared in my scalp."Yes !"

He ripped his peter out of my mouth and erupted. pearly jizz splashed across my side. I felt it bathing me. He coated me in his passion. The cop grunted with each blast, the salty come running down to my lips. My tongue flicked out, experiencing my inaugural taste of a man 's cum.

I loved it.

My pussy spasmed harder. My SOB rippled around the buzzing vibrator. I squealed as the jizz spurted and bathed my face. I opened my mouth wide, thrusting out my tongue. A wonderful squirt splashed right on my glossa. The salty delectation melted through my taste buds.

"Yes, yes, yes ! !"I howled."Cum on my face ! Use me like a shag harlot !"

"God fucking damn,"Officer Lassiter panted, his brawny dresser revolt and falling. He sank down to the chair, his face flushed."Good Shepherd, you know how to fuck up a cock."

"The fucking slut smuggles vibrators up her cunt ! What did you gestate ?"Officer Murphy slammed deep into me."Fuck !"

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

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

His balls smacked into my clit.

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

I reveled in it. As Officer Lassiter 's juice dripped on my font, my twat milked officeholder white potato 's pecker dry. His hired hand squeezed my pelvic girdle, gripping me as he grunted with each bam. I loved it. He was filling me with all his jizz.

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

ship's officer Lassiter chuckled.

"Goddamn, you are—"

The door opened, cutting off police officer Murphy.

"What are you two ..."The deep vocalization of the newcomer trailed off.

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

"Just dealing with a shoplifter, Mac,"officer Irish potato said.

Though he called the Shirley Temple cop"Mac,"his name tag say officeholder Washington. The Negroid cop stared at me."What did the fiddling hussy steal ? Your cum ?"

Officer tater chuckled."The dildo buzzing away in her cocksucker, the wearing apparel on the trading floor, and who knows what else. She was on a fiddling crime spree before we caught her."

"good thing you found her and stopped her,"officeholder Booker Taliaferro Washington said, unbuckling his gun whack."She had anything but that vibrator shoved up her SOB ?"

"Nope,"I moaned.

SMACK !

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

officeholder Washington chuckled."She is a wicked, little skank, is n't she ?"

"That she is,"Officer Lassiter said."And, no, her whoreson has n't been fucked."

"Yet."The deep rumble of officeholder Capital 's Good Book made my bowels clench around on the buzzing vibrator.

I trembled as he stripped defenseless, revealing a encompassing trunk, heavily muscled. He had black-ink tattoos that almost vanished into his ebony hide. I gasped when he shoved down his trouser. He had a fiend of a dick. He dwarfed both the Caucasian cop and the vibrator churning up my prick. How could that even fit in me ?

I wanted to rule out.

"Look at her wiggle,"said military officer Washington."Little, egg white slut wants my big, Black dick reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

slap ! !

"I told you to be restrained,"growled military officer Murphy.

I shuddered as the Shirley Temple cop moved closer. A revolting thrill shot through me. He was going to scarf out that monolithic putz up my cocksucker. I groaned, my fingers flexing. I was cuffed. There was absolutely nothing I could do to give up him. It made me so wet. Cum leaked out of my snatch as it clenched, aching to be filled again.

It wanted to do such naughty, naughty things.

"Goddamn, she is eager for it,"military officer Washington growled.

"What you expect ?"police officer Lassiter asked. Then he chuckled.

"Bet her daddy loves her,"Officer Murphy said."Bet she sucks his hammer every night."

I would. rightfield beneath mommy 's intrude. I 'd be such a bad, bad girl.

Officer Washington ripped the vibrator out of my asshole and tossed the buzzing toy to the floor. It skittered and hummed, rattling as the railway locomotive kept churning away. I was suddenly bereft of all sensation in my lower half. My asshole clenched, my physical structure shaking. I became so cognizant of the cold table beneath my soundbox. My small titties drank it in, my nipples throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so ready for it.

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

I whimpered.

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

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

My son of a bitch flared in annoyance as it stretched wide enough to take his huge, Black tool. He lanced so abstruse in me. My intestine clung to him, this burning heat rippling through me. I bucked and squirmed, my piffling boob jiggling beneath me. The cop grunted as my butt-cheeks pressed against his genitalia. I could feel his wiry pubic hair.

"Goddamn, White girl ass is the best."

I just whimpered, drooling, cum and spittle falling to the tabular array as I moaned. It was unbelievable. My slit was already spasming. Another orgasm rippled through me, my bunghole celebrating his massive dick filling me. Only a bad girl could take a cock that Brobdingnagian back there without flinching. I rippled and writhed about them, squirming my hips, stirring myself around them as I dangled in his grip.

He gripped my waist tight and then fucked me up and down his cock like a support sex toy. Like I was his personal Fleshlight. I gasped and moaned, his dick pumping in and out of my son of a bitch. My writhing flesh gripped him, the heat flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the former two cops watched and chuckled. My groan echoed through the interrogatory elbow room, my passion rippling about us. It was incredible.

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

Bright sparks exploded across my visual modality. My head tossed back and forth. I groaned and gasped as he fucked me up and down his cock faster and faster. I could feel his specialty, his expectant finger's breadth holding me. He practically encircled my waist with his two workforce. The world swung around me as he used me.

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

"All the gabardine sluts do. They love my big, Black dick stretching out their slopped holes."

"It 's stupefy !"I gasped, my anal retentive coming rippling from one to the other.

My puss convulsed, juices and cum spilling down my thigh. My handcuffs rattled. It felt so gravel. I gasped and squeaked and moaned as he worked his prick in and out of my asshole. I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling, my pleasure rippling about his prick. This was the best in the earth. I never wanted this to end.

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

The delight burned through my thoughts. An ecstatic blaze devouring everything. His every plung in my asshole get off new sheets of fire racing through me. I burned. disco biscuit consumed me. I howled. Shivered. This was beyond any whiz I could suppose. I was just his sex toy. His living fuck doll.

Then he fucked me.

As he slammed me down his cock, his hips rammed forward. I gasped at the shocking spank, pain flaring across my tush. I bounced forward, my gut sliding up his rooster as his arms held me loose now. It was like I was a swing. His hips plowed into me hard now. He pounded my whoreson with even more vigor.

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

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

More sexual climax than I could matter blazed through me. They roared from one to the early, ecstasy enrapture in seventh heaven and euphoria all swirling in a firestorm of passion. Darkness swallowed my visual sensation. I howled. It was too much.

My senses could n't take it.

"God fucking damn !"the cop roared.

The Black cop 's spunk fired in my motherfucker. Dimly, at the boundary of my awareness, I felt the jar of jizz pumping into me again and again. These hot current of spunk basted me. I trembled, loving him. My asshole writhed, milking his dick as he grunted.

I swayed through the darkness. The rapture buffeted me from every side. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in ecstasy. I felt something assuredness against me. My cocksucker was empty, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the inquiry tabular array before me.

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

"Goddamn, what a slut,"panted officer George Washington."That was a exercise. Her ass was taut than a bankers fist."

"Only dubiousness, what are we going to do with the piddling sporting lady ?"said Officer spud."Still do n't make love her name. We got to indite this up in the study somehow."

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

policeman murphy snorted."Let you go ? We got you cold on shoplifting. We found the vibrator shoved up your pussy. Why would we let you go ?"

"True,"I said, straightening. So often of officer Washington 's cum leaked out of my asshole. It ran down to my kitty-cat, mixing with officer tater 's. Officer Lassiter 's jizz still stained my human face."What 's gon na materialize when your superiors find out you all fucked me. Are you going to claim that I 'shoplifted'your cum out of your formal ? That I got it in a turkey baster and just squirted it up in all my holes."

"We 'll clean you up,"said ship's officer George Washington, his spokesperson growing stiff.

I laughed. My handcuff chains rattled."We both know that forensics will observe even the bantam tincture of your jizz on me. Your DNA. How long will you be going to gaol for molesting an female prisoner ?"

Officer Lassiter swallowed.

"Or, you can let me go. I 'll be exceptionally thankful. Just suppose all the other prospect you will get to overhear me being naughty. You 'll have to larrup me. Tie me up. roll in the hay me."I shrugged."You ca n't do that from prison. Unless you want to be the one getting fucked."

"God fucking tinker's dam,"ship's officer Washington groaned."Why does a woman of the street always know when she has you by the formal ?"

I winked at him.

It was n't foresighted before I was sauntering out of the mall 's pocket-size police force station wearing my bad young woman panties, the vibrator shoved back up inside my snatch. I wore one of their police tee shirt, feeling naughty that I had their department logo printed across my tiny mammilla. It was sized for a kid, so it fitted me like a second base pelt. It showed off everything. I was going to enjoy being a bad girl.

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

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The trope chuckled. Chastity was a brilliant success. It was so glad it had the idea to create these step-in. human being were such fun to manipulate.

Its newest creation was ready. It was an matter to twain of step-in. It was actually virgin. A cushy whiten, the cincture trimmed in delicate lace, a single word printed in princess-pink alphabetic character across the can, each one drawn in a convolution of cursive.

Curious ?

The figure smiled. It was time to sustain more fun. Another missy needed another juicy pair of panties.

To be continued in the adjacent narrative of Mind-Controlling Panties ...