Mind-Control scanty

write up Little Joe : Nubile flasher delectation

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to shadowmansc for beta reading material this !

The figure rode the escalator to the third floor of the shopping center were small, but trendy, clothing store lay. The sort of place that nubile, coed girls preferred to shop. Just the form of berth the bod wanted to provide its peculiar panties.

No one noticed as the design passed through the security sensor that flanked the store 's entrance. Nor did anyone pay care as the digit moved through the storehouse. Though out of place, the figure was also nondescript. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the gimcrack, tie-dyed panties in slender finger, it drew no aid. As the figure passed the display of former panty, a smiling spread on its lips. Soon enough, the wild scanty would attract the right field daughter.

Karen Greene.

With a flick of its wrist joint, the build deposited its special creation, leaving behind the gamey surprise that would find young Karen.

Minutes later, after the figure had slipped out of the fund, Karenic entered, her eyes flicking around at the apparel. She often wandered into the workshop, staring at the trendy, and even naughty, clothing with envy. Not that she 'd ever had the courage to wear anything that revealed so much flesh since she was a bridesmaid for her cousin 's nuptials. Despite her blossoming body—her breasts were round and supple in her plain bra on beneath her sloppy sweater, her leg toned, and her keister bubbly—she did n't have the strength to show off her figure.

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

Her super acid eyes flicked over the clothing while her Joseph Black hair swayed about her shoulder. She would sigh from sentence to time, spotting a doll or a blouse or a crocked pair of blue jean with a heart sewn on the back pockets that she ached to fag. She wished she could summon the courage. She would swallow up while rubbing her sweaty palms on her sweatpants. She ached to understood why she feared to show off her body.

trench down she knew why. It was the son. She did n't recollect she was gay since she did n't precisely find boys disgusting. She just did n't want to birth their attention. She 'd never made the link to her shyness, but when she was younger, a boy named Academy Award had ripped down her chick and panties, exposing her on the schoolyard resort area. That overplus had stayed with her, the retentiveness of all those son pointing and laughing at her as she struggled to draw up her clothing and cover her childish consistency.

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

She sucked in a breather when she saw the pantie. They were so bright, almost glowing. They were a swirl of every hue imaginable, a tie-dyed chef-d'oeuvre that almost mesmerized her. Her trembling script reached out to caress the cotton/polyester blend. She stroked the fabric until she came across the Holy Writ. Each letter was a dissimilar vividness. Bright-blue, neon-green, hot-orange, tawdry purpleness, sun-yellow, fuchsia, blue green, red, and hot pinko. Together they formed the word that made her shudder.

Colorful.

Tingles raced through her as she caressed each letter. The electric shudder settled through her body, hardening her mammilla and turning her pussy into thaw wetness. Finally, she 'd found the courage to buy something.

She snatched up the pantie and rushed up to the cash 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 Karenic only mimed giving any money. Both, however, seemed to conceive a legal transaction had occurred.

The panty were slipped into a discrete, chocolate-brown bag with the entrepot 's logotype printed on the side in cunning purple. With her prize clutched before her, Karen scurried out of the mall.

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Karen Greene

The future day, I stared at those colorful panties. I shuddered at finally finding the courageousness to buy something distasteful. Something better than the plain, boring pantie I always wore. No one would recognise, of form, but I would at to the lowest degree have made a step to escaping my shyness. I wanted to garnish like the other girls. I did n't need to forever be gossiped about as being the burgeoning old maid. I was nineteen. I should n't be afraid to picture off a short flesh.

I hoped this would be the start.

Just so long as Academy Award or Jermaine or Brian did n't yank down my chick.

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

authority soared through me. I grabbed the almost hypnotic scanty, the blending of hues merging from one grotesque shade to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the thrill raced up my legs. This electrified rush preceded the cotton panties as I pulled them higher and higher up my thighs. I groaned, my marginal breasts swaying and jiggling. My nipples puckered hard while a molten heat formed mysterious inside of me.

I felt so risque as I seated the scanty against my mordant scrub. The cloth gripped my bum, hugging it mean than any other pair of underwear ever had. They rode lower on my rosehip than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my bush to peek out of the waistband. I shuddered, a spicy ripple rushing through me.

I would be colored today.

That meant I had to rule the perfect outfit. I darted to my water closet, my house breasts heaving before me. I thrust it give, staring at the accumulation of my article of clothing. I had to receive something that held some amount of vibrancy. A nervous whine groaned from me as I pawed through my closet, the wire hangers rasping against the wooden joggle. I slid article after article of clothing out of the way.

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

Now ...

I pulled it over my headland. I gasped as the stiff fabric caressed my peel before sliding over my breasts. Over my pap. I groaned at the fabric rubbing against my center, that repellant sense experience rushing throughout my physical structure. My eye fluttered and my pussy clenched in abject delectation. What a wonderful sense impression. Almost as exciting as masturbation. I felt juices soaking my coloured 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 thing to wear.

I loved it.

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

After a minute, an theme struck me. I had a nuptial garb that I had to wear for my cousin 's hymeneals cobbler's last year. The skirt was so curt. I 'd almost fainted when I had to tire it. And who had ever heard of a bridal dress that came in two objet d'art ?

My first cousin was uncanny.

Her wedding party frock had shown off so much of her human body, her large white meat almost spilling out of the top. She was brave. Luckily, I still had my outfit. The bird was in the garment bag buried in my closet. The Green bird would count so aphrodisiacal with its satin shimmer attracting as practically attention as my top.

I found the garment bag and unzipped it, unveiling the skimpy rig held inside. I beamed as I pulled it out, reveling in the way the annulus had this silken smell to it. It was clearly made of satin, something too fine to normally wear to college. I wanted to be bold. Colorful. I wanted everyone to count at me.

A airheaded upsurge rippled through me, an electrified prickling rushing out of my pussy as I stepped into the doll. The fabric rustled as I drew it up my second joint, my boobs jiggling in my mingy top. I groaned as I drew the fabric over my scanty. It was such a pity to hide those colorful delights.

Now ready for school, I grabbed my pitch blackness haversack. Ugh, it was so drab. I hated pulling it on. My purse was n't any punter. Why did I choose one in such an ugly shade of brown ?

Sighing, I headed downstairs, my doll swirling about my thigh, my breast bouncing in my hot-pink top. I hit the hallway and rushed down them towards the front door. My female parent peeked out of the livelihood room, wrapped up in a purple neglige. She said,"Karenic ... My, that 's, um ... an interesting outfit."

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

"What has gotten into you ?"she asked as I wrenched outdoors the look door.

"I just want to be sheer. To finally throw off my cocoon."

"Well, I 'm glad. I was getting a little worried about you."

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

My pussy tingled with such upheaval as I strolled to my college. I did n't hasten forward with my shoulder slumped, my arms almost hugging me as if I did n't want the release cars and bicyclists to comment me. That I did n't want the other pedestrian to gain I was sharing the sidewalk with them.

Today, I sauntered with my backward straight. I was practically thrusting my round, firm titty out before me. They bounced while my satin annulus swirled around my thighs. The K framework had a wonderful shimmer, almost rippling with varying hues of emerald. My Negro hair danced about my human face, my backpack bouncing and my purse swing. I had such a jaunt to my step.

"Damn, is that you, Karen ?"asked Oscar as he approached from a side street. He was a marvelous guy was unawares, brown haircloth. I smiled at his muscular body-build, his shoulders broad. He was on the football team, his Kuki-Chin chiseled.

"Yep,"loving his attention.

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

I was practically skipping now. I felt Oscar behind me, his eyes tracking the flowing movement of my bird. My black hair bounced about my articulatio humeri, brushing my picket cutis and the pink fabric of my blouse. My mammilla tingled, gamey jolts and zaps shooting down to my pussy. My poor pantie were just so wet.

It made me feel so wicked and gamey.

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

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

I beamed.

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

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

"Uh-huh,"Academy Award grunted as he joined them.

I rushed up the cement steps to the presence door, my dame swirling. This was the prison term. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top stone's throw, my hands casually grabbed the fabric of my annulus. I gave it a quick jerk, making the fabric flare up seemingly on its own. For a legal brief second, my tie-dyed pantie flashed for all the world to see, those colourful letters on display. The Guy groaned while I smiled in delectation.

My skirt settled down around me as I vanished inside the doors. I ached to advert myself.

All the boys were staring at me during the day. I loved their attention. But as the classes went by, their looks and hungry regard started to dwindle. They still smiled at me, but they were getting used to me. I was coloured, but, honestly, it was only two different shades. pink and greenish were shake up, but my haircloth was such a bland grim, my handbag was brown, and my backpack just felt ugly.

I had to go shopping after social class were over.

After quickly masturbating my juicy pussy to a mind-numbing coming in the girls'bathroom, I headed to the shopping centre, back to the memory that gave me the bravery finally dressed boldly. I needed a new bra, new top, new bird. I needed accessories.

The one affair I did n't demand was new panty. I would wash out these tonight and make surely they were fresh and ready for tomorrow.

I swept through the store like a hurricane. I called my mother to let her bed I was using the acknowledgment card she 'd given me for parking brake. I told her I was buying a new wardrobe, and she was thrilled. She told me not to worry about spending too much, but to make myself happy. She was such an awesome mom.

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

When I got home with my new supplies, I was so wet. I threw all my new clothes on my bed, spilling out all the colourful fabrics across my sheets. I rolled around on them nearly naked. I rubbed my pussy to another sexual climax as I buried my face into my new neon-green bra. I smelled the cloth while stroking my fingers up and down my panties, pressing the fabric into my Virgo twat.

My juice soaked through my scanty. They coated my fingers. I screamed out my sexual climax into the bra, cumming in mere moment. I was just so delirious for tomorrow.

I had difficulty sleeping that nighttime. I was just so excited. I was energized. I had thrown my scanty in the slipstream before going to bed, then I snuck out to put them in the drier so they 'd be ready for me in the first light. Since I was bursting with vigour, I decided to take the fourth dimension to get my tomentum done. Black would n't do at all.

I needed to be colorful.

First, I had to bleach my locks. It took two soaks with the H peroxide to get my pilus illumination enough for what I wanted. Then I went to form. I dyed the right half a lustrous cotton-candy blue. The left face I made cherry-red. Such a bright and unnatural shade. They looked so exciting together as they tumbled around my blanch aspect. So much better than that drab, natural hue.

I had to be colorful for all the boys.

By the fourth dimension my hair was dry, my warning device clock was going off. I was eagre for college. I gathered my half cotton-candy-blue and half-cherry-red hair into twin pigtails. They fell down to my shoulders in falls of bright beauty. I loved it. I grabbed my new clothing, starting with a dark-green bra that I had rubbed against my face as I masturbated to my wonderful orgasm. I slipped it on and settled my youthful boob into the cups.

I was giddy with excitation as I seized the bright-yellow harvest top. I pulled it over, the thin, stretchy material leaving my midriff bare. It was so low cut it showed off the straps of my bra and the round top of the cup. The coloring were so howling to show off. Humming, I stepped into my tie-dyed panties, drawing them up as that tingle rippled through me. I could n't serve but stimulate my rump at my mirror, reading the letters despite them being backwards.

COLORFUL

Just thinking it made me squeal, my cunt already soaking my poor panties. I grabbed my new skirt, a deep, fat plum. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. It hung low on my hip joint, showing off the top my panties to anyone, allowing the riot of colors to be seen. Next, I grabbed my hot-pink, knee-high air sock. I pulled them on, loving the way my toes wiggled inside the knit-cotton embrace. Those donned, I could n't help oneself but bounce around my elbow room. I was brilliant and vibrant.

Everyone would observe me.

I snagged my rucksack, a tawdry orange tree, and my new purse that was a toothsome tone of bluish green. I slid my human foot into a brace of deep, orange red heels before darting out of my chamber. I rushed down the stairs, my bold hair dancing about my face. I felt so excited. My breasts heaved in my new bra and in my low-cut top. I reached the tooshie and darted for the front end door.

"Oh, my gosh, Karenic,"Mom said from the living room, wearing the same oil production, purple menage robe as yesterday. It was only one color. How dull."You really went ... all out."

"I 'm just so happy,"I said, wrenching open the forepart door."All the male child are going to notice me today."

"I think NASA will mark you from blank on their orbiter,"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 white meat bounced. My skirt bounced.

The cloth swayed back and forth, flashing glimpse of my pantie. It was so short that it would take about aught to get a peek at the tie-dyed delight beneath. I turned so many forefront with my vibrant presentation. device driver watched, rubbernecking as they passed me. guy groaned at the great deal of me, their optic following the progress of my Cy Young and nubile body.

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

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

He shook his head, his mouth half open.

I felt his eyes on me all the way to my school. He could n't take care away. He wanted me so bad. I grinned, my pigtails dancing about my shoulder joint, my backpack bouncing on my backrest, my breasts heaving. They wanted to escape my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow crop top. more and Sir Thomas More son were following me as I approached my college. Keith, a well-disposed guy with glasses, pushed them up as he stared at me. Jermaine let out another groan, his hand rubbing across his shaved-bald straits. Brian shook his shaggy mane of hair as he groaned in delight.

I had their undivided attention.

My pussy was so juicy. My mamilla were so hard. I wanted to masturbate right there in the hallway. When I sat down during my course, I kept my peg spread wide so everyone can see that weaken spot growing the crotch of my tight-died panties. I twirled my pigtails, twining colorful locks around my digit while I licked my purplish lips.

It was also amazing. So howling. But, as the day wore on, I noticed the son were getting used to me. Yes, they were still looking at me, but they were n't drooling over me. They were also noticing some of the other little girl. I wanted the male child'single aid.

I wore so many people of colour. What could I do that was better than this ?

I thought about that as I masturbated in the bathroom after course. My minuscule heave groan echoed around me as I tried to imagine the double-dyed kit to hold their tending forever. And then it hit me. I remembered coming across this interesting Twitch transmission channel. On it was such a beautiful, young char 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 parking brake credit calling card to buy the supplies. My leverage were heavy, weighing me down as I rushed house, still attracting so lots attention to my sheer and vibrant outfit. I was so eager for tomorrow. I was so ready to transform myself.

When I got family, I masturbated three prison term just thinking about it. My poor, slight virgin pussycat was just so sore. I set my warning signal clock to go off super early, and then passed out in exhaustion.

I dreamed in colors. A never-ending kaleidoscope of reds, blues, greens, pinko, yellow, oranges, purple, peacock blue, sunlight, flame, yellow green, silver, atomic number 79, aquamarine, violet, lazuline, crimson, and colors that I did n't even know the epithet for filled my vision. Colors that could n't exist in the real world.

The din timbre of my alarum clock snapped me out of sleep. I bolted upright, smacked it off, and flew out of my bed. I snagged my two shopping bags, the supply clinking inside as I darted naked out of my room. I burst into the bathroom.

I had three hr to bend myself into the most colorful girl ever.

I dumped out my provision upon the bathroom retort, the pocket-sized shock of eubstance paint rattling together. I 'd grabbed as many dissimilar hue as I could. I started wrenching open the lids, the waxy scent filling my nose. The paints were all non-toxic. It was designed to be rubbed on your skin. To cover you.

I shuddered as I stared at my naked form in the mirror. My stave titty quivered, my pinko nipples thrusting out hard. My skin was the same pale-beige tone with the occasional freckle and that mole on my hip. I was all so irksome. I had to be special.

I plunged my finger's breadth into the first ghost. It was a brilliantly neon greenness. I coated my digit. I shuddered as I smeared it right on my belly. I groaned at the contact. I worked it around, leaving a fun swirl.

I smiled at the look of it on my skin, the paint coating my body. It hugged me. My exit manus darted into a bottle of deep vermilion. I scooped up a prissy glob of both finger and attacked my entrust titty. I rubbed it into my flesh while a implike tingle raced through me. I groaned as I covered my teat in the naughty torso paint.

My smile only grew as I attacked my flesh with more of the colors. I rubbed burnished orange onto my other mamilla, completely covering that boring pink. My grinning grew as I slathered a brilliant plum across my os frontale and then smeared a blue-green delight down between my breasts. My fingers grew sticky with paint. It splattered across the counter as I worked in a frenzy of existence. I just let my inherent aptitude go.

I wanted to make a tableau.

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

I groaned as I rubbed bright yellow across the lips of my pussy. I shuddered, trembling. I was so beaming I 'd shaved my pussy hold out night. It was all gone. No nasty, disastrous hair to get in the way of the wonderful yellow coating my vulva.

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

I slathered pinko and blue and glittering atomic number 79 on my butt, working my custody into my tauten butt-cheeks to realize a impish blend of colors. I worked silver and goldenrod and a wonderfully burnt umbra across my face. I coated my cervix. My thigh had a dozen different shades each, blend and swirling together. I coated my toes. The soles of my feet. I strained to rub blue angel and yellows and reds and orangeness across my vertebral column.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my body from flop and left, my nude chest bouncing and heaving with every crusade. They were so firm and perky, both beautiful with a raving mad swirl of colors reaching up to my hard pap. As the paint dried it gripped my tegument. It felt so wonderful around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most colored fille in the world. Every boy would comment me now. They would see my miserly slit painted bright yellow, my left tit that marvellous spook of red, and my redress nipple a promising orange. The mix of chromaticity covered my breasts would appeal their gaze as they bounced justly and left. It all conflate with the dye in my hair. son who saw me from hindquarters would see my butt-cheeks rippling and jiggling as I sauntered down the halls, hypnotizing them with the blend of bright hues.

My pussycat juices ran down my second joint. Luckily, the blusher required soap to get along off. My pussy cream would n't melt it away. It would, however, add a delicious gleam to the kaleidoscope of hue decorating my inner thighs.

My arms were sore from the movement of coating my body, but I was beautiful.

The paint was dry just in time for me to go to my college. I grabbed my haversack and bag, wishing I had time to dye them, too. But they were just accessories. The bulk of my body was transformed.

I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my painted breasts bouncing and heave, bare pes smacking on the step. My tongue licked across my sassing, tasting the waxy flavor 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 same, old, wearisome sign robe. purple again ? If she was only going to wear one color at a time, she could at to the lowest degree pick a different one each day.

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

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

I grinned at her, my virgin purulent clenching."I truly hope so. Bye !"

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

I almost caused traffic accidents as I headed to my college. I was so colorful machine were drifting into other lanes they stared at me. Brakes squealed and trumpet honked. Some even climbed out of their cars to stare at me in awe. pedestrian, men and womanhood alike, gaped at my consistence. The fair sex had such envy in their eyes, knowing they would never be as bright and colorful as me while the men salivated. They rubbed at their crutches, squeezing and kneading their hard stopcock. That was how I knew I had their full attention.

"nooky me,"Academy Award groaned when he saw me."Holy fucking shit, you are a body of work of art, Karen."

I grinned at him as I sauntered down the street. My unembellished feet smacked on the cementum sidewalk while my hip joint swayed, my ass flexing and jiggling. I felt his eyes studying the swirling hue covering both my butt-cheeks.

I had such a brawny ache when I reached my college. I was so steamy. Thomas More and more boy were following me by then. Heath had to tear off his chalk and wipe the fog off of them when he saw me. He grinned as he joined the coterie, rubbing at his cock. flop before I reached the footfall to enter my schooling, I could n't take any to a greater extent. I need to see proof that I was colorful.

I whirled around to grimace Oscar and fell to my human knee."display it to me !"

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

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

It clicked in his mind. His dungaree came undone degraded than a flare. He shoved them down along with a pair of bagger dotted with substance. His cock popped out, thrusting midst from a stringy thatch of brown pubic hairsbreadth.

I snagged Academy Award 's dick in my painted hand and pulled it towards my waxy sassing. With a hungry growl, I swallowed the tip and sucked on my first-class honours degree ever cock. 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 cock in my mouth. I sucked on his gumshoe with such hunger, my Virgo pussycat clenching. The guys all moved in around me, staring at my colored body, my firm breast jiggling as I bobbed my head. My dyed pigtails danced around my shoulders as my head turned and twisted, shifting my mouth around his stopcock. I rubbed the spongelike tip against the cap of my mouth, my knife, and my internal cheeks.

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

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

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

"Just a beautiful good deal,"moaned Heath."bullshit, I 'm about to erupt right in my jeans.

"Why waste it ?"groaned Oscar."The lilliputian slattern wants to please us all."

A roaring erupted from the gathering boys. They were all staring at me. Hot pussy pick trickled down my varicolored thighs as I took Thomas More and more of Oscar 's putz in my backtalk. His treetop reached the back of my throat. I moaned and sucked and slurped on his dick. twaddle ran down my Kuki-Chin. I made such unholy, easy sounds.

I was bold. Bright.

I shoved my correct hand down between my second joint. I rubbed at my yellow-painted pussy lips. My boiling cream coated them as I slid my fingers through my juicy folds. I brushed my hymen, my virgin depths begging to be penetrated. I sucked harder on Oscar 's turncock, ripples of pleasure fluttering through me.

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

"damn, you want it bad,"Oscar groaned."I 'm willing to give you what you need, you bold, little slut."

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

I was growing dizzy from all the watching eye. They stared at me as I loved Oscar 's cock. I sucked harder, frigging my button while nursing on his big prick. more and to a greater extent of his salty precum coated my clapper. A trailer for that creamy delight in his balls. My clit throbbed as I rubbed it, my orgasm construction and building in me. I moaned around his cock. I caressed the spongy cap with my glossa as he plunged his cock over and over into my mouth.

My orgasm swelled the sunshine rippled around me. I was called such filthy names.

"Wanton skank !"

"Tie-dyed prostitute !"

"bold face slut."

"Exhibitionist THOT !"

They stared at my bouncing pelvic girdle, wiggling ass, and painted fingerbreadth dancing over my aching purulent lips.

Oscar growled, his face twisting with ecstasy. His blunt feature article were burning with his passion. He gripped my pigtails hard, slamming his cock all the way into the depth of my mouth. And then he groaned. He let out a tawdry growl, his cock throbbing 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 smack explosion across my appreciation buds, my pussy exploded in exaltation. My digit rubbed at my clit as the pleasure rushed through me. Waves of Adam flowed through my tie-dyed body. My breasts shook as Oscar ripped his rooster out of my mouth. His second eruption splashed across my face as I swallowed his first load of jizz.

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

"Yes !"I howled, feeling his punk covering my face. It ran hot down my cheeks and dribbled from my forehead. Some reached my lips, my tongue flicking out to savor more of that delicious taste.

My consistence bucked and heaved as everyone stared at me getting painted with a new color. The one color I had n't used. whiteness. It was all colors combined in one. When you split white light in a prism, you got all the rainbow hues that adorned my body. And the best source for white was cum. It was all so shed light on.

I shuddered as my orgasm peeked.

"I need more cum to bath my soundbox !"I howled.

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

As Oscar pulled away from me, leaving my brass coated with his spunk, Jermaine sprang from the crowd. I shuddered as his zipper rasped and his denim'fastener popped. His nighttime cock appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his stifle behind me. His thick shaft smacked into my painted rump. I groaned as he seized the back of my principal and shoved me down until I knelt like a bitch.

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

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

"You fucking bold slattern !"he snarled and thrust.

My maidenhead stretched and stretched before his cock. There was a acutely jab of pain sensation as my cherry popped. I gasped as his prick knifed into the untasted profoundness of my pussy. I groaned as his blackamoor calamus scatter me encompassing and wider. My fountainhead tossed back, my dyed pigtails dancing about my face. rapture surged through me as his balls smacked into my clit.

He drew back his big dick, my deflowered flesh clinging to him. I groaned as I felt so evacuate with just his tip in me. He thrust back into me hard. His genitalia smacked into my colorful ass. The slap on anatomy on flesh echoed around us while all the boy cheered him on. I groaned as his nut smacked into my clit over and over, lumbering with his boy-paint.

That wonderful cum.

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

"I 've never been fucked !"I moaned, my tongue licking up some of the jizz that had dribbled down to my sass."Cum on, boy, my back talk is free ! Come paint my torso in your jizz ! You want to adorn me with your spunk before the stallion pupil body ?"

"God fucking damn,"groaned Brian. The shaggy-haired boy fell to his human knee before me, his belt rattling as he fumbled to undo it. Then he fished out his turncock and aimed it at my sass. I opened wide and groaned in delight as he rammed it into me.

I had a tool in my pussy and in my backtalk. Brian grabbed my pigtails, holding tight as he fucked me with the force of a air hammer. My slit clenched around Jermaine 's big, Black person putz. I rocked between them, impaled on both their turncock. I was spit-roasted between them.

Such a bluff affair to do. My hips wiggled, stirring my pussy around Jermaine 's dick while I sucked with all my might on Brian 's cock. My butt-cheeks rippled from the prick 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 male child shouted and cheered.

"Fuck the slight multicolored slovenly woman !"

"Shit, I ca n't wait !"a guy growled."Just call for to fap."

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

"coating that hot bod in spunk !"

It was wonderful. Out of the niche of my eyes, I saw pants coming undone. Cocks appeared. I stroked them, fisting up and down their dicks. I whimpered, my purulent clenching around Jermaine 's big shaft. His every stab brought me closer and closer to orgasming, my clit drinking in the thudding shock of his heavy balls. The boys were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lust. They were seeing how bluff and bright and colorful I was.

I had all their attention.

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

"The niggling ho is despairing for it,"groaned Jermaine."Do n't worry, slut, we 'll paint your body."

"piece of ass yeah, we will,"a boy moaned.

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

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

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

I agreed. So hot. So gamey.

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 look of it. The hot delight reached my nipple, adding T. H. White to the orange I 'd already painted there.

"Goddamn,"Jermaine groaned."I ca n't last a great deal longer. Fucking cherry red puss. The best."

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

"corporate trust me, your niggling pencil dick will feel great in her,"Jermaine grunted."Yes, keep on working those pelvic girdle, piddling ho. piece of ass !"

Another boy erupted. His cum fired at me from my left field. It splattered across my rachis and pooled in the groove of my spine. My rump clenched as those brief spurts puddled hot on my skin. I whimpered, my pussycat squeezing down so heavily on Jermaine 's cock. I moaned around Brian 's dick. The blackamoor guy poke deep into me. His balls smacked into my clit.

I orgasmed.

"Oh, roll in the hay !"Jermaine groaned, my deflowered pussycat spasming wild around him.

He fucked into my nineteen-year-old twat with backbreaking thrusts. He buried into me again and again. He slammed his dick deep into my pussy. My flesh writhed around them, milking him. I was so eager for his cum to erupt. I squealed around Brian 's dick as the joy melted my mind.

Jermaine grunted and then ripped his prick out of my convulsing pussy. I felt so empty, but then I groaned as Jermaine 's hot cum spurted across my rump. I enjoyed those powerful flack of pearly jizz painting my butt-cheeks. wondrous emollient dribbled into my whirl. I loved the sticky look of his racy pigment. I shuddered and groaned, my sexual climax sweeping through me as he unloaded more and More of his punk.

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

It was.

"nooky, ca n't ... take ..."Brian moaned."red cent !"He ripped his pecker out of my mouth and fisted his ray of light hard.

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

My coming still rippling through me, his cock erupted. His hot spunk splashed across the crest of my head. I felt the wonderful, pearly spunk soaking my hairsbreadth. I shuddered, trembling, pussy emollient running down my thighs as his thick punk dribbled over my forehead.

"tinker's dam, she 's a slight whore !"moaned a guy.

Jizz splattered my left-hand hip. It ran down my second joint, hot runnel of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed more of that wonderful semblance sprayed across my body. I rose up, my knocker jiggling.

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

I groaned as Peter stepped up before me. He fisted his stubby dick then unleashed spurts of hot touchwood. His seed splattered across my perky breasts. I groaned, my finger digging into my flesh as he coated me and all that wonderful spunk. I watched the pearly-white string spill across my form. It dribbled down to my digit. I massaged his cum, rubbing it across my lush heap, coating me in pearly delight.

"I need more !"I howled."I have a pussy. An dickhead. Use me !"

The boy cheered in joy. They rushed towards me in a swarm of frenzy passion. I trembled, so tidal bore to be painted in all their seed. heathland, pushing up his glasses, was the first to grab me. He sank down on his binding and yanked me atop him, his liberate hand holding his cock upright. I gasped as I impaled my cunt right down his dick. My cum-coated tits heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure delight. Jizz dribbled down my body, that wonderful rouge. My pussy clenched around heath 's cock.

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

I gasped as his turncock nuzzled between my cum-smeared cheeks of my colorful ass.

My butt-hole tingled as the tip of his dick pressed against it. My cunt clenched around heath 's cock as Tim 's dick thrusting into my bowels. I gasped as my anal ring gap 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 gumshoe in my holes. Three cocks I had to get gear up to paint my trunk in that wonderful, pure coloration. I trembled, sucking on the dick in my mouth as I rose up heathland 's cock. At the same clip, Tim pumped away at my asshole. He drove his cock over and over into my bowels. Velvety heat rippled through me while silklike delight surged out of my pussy.

Squealing around that gumshoe in my mouth, I slammed down heathland 's cock.

"Look at the picayune ho go,"Jermaine groaned, stroking his Black cock glistening with my slit juices."hoot, Karen, you 're a little freak."

A bold, colourful freak.

I sucked and suck my hammer in my oral cavity as I rode Heath 's pecker. Tim 's strong beam of light pumped over and over into my asshole. The stimulating pleasure flowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my rosehip dancing from side to position, my arsehole squeezing down on Tim 's cock while my puss gripped heath 's shaft. The dual frictions mixed together inside of me, driving me wild.

baloney spilled over my Kuki as cum dribbled down my body. Tim 's crotch smacked into my ass as he drove his putz over and over into my gut. I bounced on Heath 's pecker, my clit throbbing every time I bottomed out on him. I felt his wiry pubic pilus rubbing against me. The nerd groaned as I worked my twat up and down his dick.

"Work that peter, little ho !"

"God tinker's dam, you fucking slut, Karen !"

"Fuck !"

Hot do splashed against my arm. It coated my shoulder and dribbled down towards my elbow. I loved it covering me. I needed jizz to splash me everywhere. My pussy drank in the detrition of heathland 's peter while my asshole gripped Tim 's dick as he pounded me hard. I sucked with all my might on the dick in my rima oris, loving being used by all these boys.

"What a roll in the hay fancy woman !"

chopper jizz splattered into the cover of my fountainhead, coating to a greater extent of my hair. It ran down the dorsum of my neck and dribble over my shoulder leaf blade. I loved the feel of the hot punk. It coated me in that wonderful color. The dish of pearly jizz.

My climax built faster and faster. I had two cock churning up my naughty holes while I nursed on the third. No other miss was this boldface. Every boy loved me. They jerked off their turncock as they lusted for me, aching to join the fun.

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

He showered me in his cum, my twat squeezing down on Heath 's cock. That hot spunk bathed me. It ran across my painted flesh as I hurtled closer to my orgasm. Tim squeeze hard into me, grunting, groaning. I whimpered, my soundbox so close to that rapture.

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

Jermaine rammed his rooster into my mouth, soaked in my confection cream. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his Black shaft. My pussy squeezed around heath 's cock as my entire consistence shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two unlike sides. Two different son were painting me in their passion. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My pussy convulsed around heathland 's dick. My asshole spasmed around Tim 's hammering cock. I bucked and writhed, working my holes up and down both their shafts. Intense undulation of hug drug flowed through my body. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine 's cock. I moaned and whimpered, superstar dancing before my eyes. My holes writhed and convulsed on their awe-inspiring cocks. I whimpered, my pelvis wiggling from side to side. My flesh milked them, bring them closer and skinny to erupting. I wanted to be painted in so much spunk.

Rapture drowned my mind.

"Fucking kinky slut !"snarled Tim."Goddamn, your mother fucker is going uncivilized around my cock. piece of tail !"

He ripped out of my bastard. The first base spurt of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost right on my spine. I felt the jizz running hot down my peel as to a greater extent and More jets splashed on my pulp. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my body, making me feel so naughty and wild.

My slit spasmed voiceless about heathland 's stopcock. My mind melted, my orgasm still writhing through me. I whimpered about Jermaine 's gumshoe as Tim rammed into my asshole. His cock was even thickheaded than Tim 's. He grunted, heavy balls smacking into my figure as he plunged into my asshole.

"screwing, roll in the hay, shtup !"he growled. Then he ripped his dick out of my dickhead and spurted bubbly cum onto my torso."Such a nookie lady of pleasure !"

It was all such a blur. I do n't know how farseeing I rode Heath 's cock, did n't know how many hammer had fucked my asshole and mouth, before that nerd finally erupted into my twat. His jizz spurted hot into my spasming bitch while the boy spurted jizz on me from every position. I groaned and trembled, loving that even the inside of my snatch was getting basted with the creamy paint.

"Karen !"snarled the nerd as he filled my cunt with more spurts of jizz."This is unbelievable !"

Still cumming, drunk on this mo, I rolled off of him. I writhed on the ground, gasping and moaning as they stood over me, jerking off their peter. 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 sexual climax rippled through me. My head melted in rapture.

They made me into a masterpiece.

Finally, my physical structure was painted. I was drenched in wonderful, pearly jizz. I stood up, that delicious spunk drying on my colorful body. I sauntered forward, my booby shaking and my ass swaying. The gang parted for me, and I marched into the college bold as fuck. I did n't like. Everyone could see me. Everyone could see how well I stood out.

I had a huge grin on my face as every boy paid care to me all day. Even the instructor. Every man who witnessed me gained heavily dicks that needed embossment. Luckily, there was always a new topographic point of my body that needed to be painted. Unlike the body paint, cum did n't last long.

I was going to throw to be a busy, busy girl to stay colorful.

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

The guy grinned.

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The material body chuckled. The belated distich of panties was a smashing success. The figure had no melodic theme the latest pair would go over so well. It glanced down at the raw panties lying on the desk. Compared to the Colorful one, this duo was subdued.

Black, a bit of lace around the waistband, and two word of honor printed across the bottom in big, bold face, egg white letters.

"Bad Girl."

There was one More addition. The figure stroked down to the gusset plate. They were crotchless, lace surrounding the slit giving access to the wearer 's pussy. The figure smiled. Where would be the unspoilt billet to leave these panties ? The figure chuckled again as the perfective tense spot clicked in its mind.

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

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