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Story Seven : Daughter 's Dazzling Desire

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

distinction : Thanks to Alex for beta interpretation this !

The figure slipped into the high-end boutique. Normally, it should abide out amid the wealth on display. The trophy wives and trust fund daughters who pursued through the expensive, name-brand clothing would shiver in repugnance at the view of it. They were here for the smartness. The democratic. The outfit that quivered this or that flow celebrity wore on the red rug.

Not for the bizarre.

It was the staring plaza to leave out off the figure 's mind-controlling panties.

This one was an all black couplet of panties with a exclusive word written in sparkling, Au letters.

Dazzling.

The human body was eager for this adjacent game to start. With a casual flick of the wrist, the material body deposited the pair of pantie where a vernal girl would find it soon.

Precious Jordan.

No one noticed the figure slipped out of the fund, least of all Precious. She strolled into the storage like she owned it, almost shouldering into the name. Though she was nineteen, she looked like she was twenty-five. Heavy composition, her bosom clearly enhanced already at her young age, her voguish top showing them off to their total, all gave the magic of maturity to her nubile shape. Her vivacious, red tomentum swept about her face, her green oculus dazzling. She marched on stiletto heels like she 'd assume them all her life.

She practically had.

She moved with the self-assurance and grace that could only come with exercise. She strutted like she was walking on the runway, a mannikin ready for the tawdriness and glamour of Milano or New York or London or Paris or Italian capital. Behind her, scurried her mother. Besides her daughter, molly Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan was plain, but she still was a cleaning lady possessing beauty. Brassy hair, breast as large as her daughter's ( though hers were very ), and blue eyes that gave her an appealing mold. She possessed a curvy organic structure, a wedding ring flashing on her left hand.

"Wow, face at these,"Precious said. She snagged up the panties, shuddering as the tingle racing through her. She turned around, grinning at her mother."Dazzling."

Her mother blanched."Panties like those are not going to serve you win. Go look at the G-string. Find something eye-catching. I want those pervy evaluator lusting for you. You are not taking mo place again."

Precious rolled her eyes. She thought she threw those panties back on the pile, but in fact, she kept a hold of them. She went to browse the thongs while her mother found her a delicious outfit for the upcoming looker pageant. It was an expensive apparel, but it went on her husband 's credit card. Her daughter would be a star.

Even if she had to storm the lady friend into it.

No one noticed that Precious dropped the panties on the tabulator for the store employee to ring up. Nor did anyone notice the scanty being slipped into the bag. Certainly, no one paid for it. They left the store with the eternal rest of the wear that Molly purchased for her daughter.

Precious was worth investing in.

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Molly Jordan

"seminal fluid on,"I shouted."We have to get your nails done. Hurry. We 're running out of time."

There was always so much to do. The pageant was tomorrow, and the competition was fierce. That cunt Sapphire was competing. The blonde bimbo had beaten my daughter go time, but not this time. Precious would win. She would be crowned miss Dazzling Bell.

My daughter was perfect tense. Everything that I had n't been at nineteen. Or even xxv. Large breasts, plump back talk, flawless skin, and her red hair was such a fiery hue, not the brassy almost brown lock I had. Precious had even inherited her green eyes from her Fatherhood, my husband Mark. Everything about the girl was perfect.

I had to get her to win. How else would she get famous ?

Precious came down the stairs, wearing three-inch cad that were open-toed to usher off the vibrant toenail cultivation she had. Her haircloth bounced around her shoulders, the thin straps of her negligee-style top fracture on the thicker strap of the blackamoor bra she wore. She reached the bottom of the steps, her hip joint swaying in the tight, white capris she wore.

"God, I 'm ready, Mom,"she said.

I frowned, staring at her capris. I did n't see a thong peeking out."Turn around."

"Geez,"she muttered. She turned, letting me stare at her ass.

I frowned at what I saw. I stroked up the edge of the scheme, feeling a thrill as I caressed the line that her scanty pressed into her tight capris."What 's this ?"

"The panty I showed you last week,"she muttered."The cute single. The 1 with dazzling printed on it."

I rolled my optic, this hot prickling shooting from my finger down my arm through my body. My teat hardened, my pussycat ache."You need more than just scanty with the news dazzling on them to fall tomorrow. Precious, you need to always attend your honorable. I can see your panty line. I should make you go on a higher floor and change, but we 're going to be late."

"The competition's tomorrow,"she muttered."Let me just have these. Okay ? I promise I 'll do my beneficial, so stop being such a bitch."

I sighed, letting her have her little spat. I guess those panties would n't harm anything. It was n't like the judges would see her today. Good affair, too, because those capris she wore were n't the best thing either. She should accept a wench on, something feminine and naughty. Something that would ease up those pervs sitting on the judge 's panel a cheap thrill when they saw her walking in it, hoping for an upskirt shot.

Precious played on her sound the stallion effort to get her nails done. She chewed on bubblegum, a habit I thoroughly disapproved of. But if I tried to get her to stop the day before a competition, I just knew it would strike her tomorrow. We had a scrap about it before her loss against that cunt azure.

What was that miss 's mother thinking ? Eighteen and wearing such a scandalous outfit ? Some mother had no shame.

Dazzling ...

The word echoed through my mind. My daughter had to bedazzle. Shine. She had to stand out from the other girls. How to do that ? There had to be a way. Something ... exciting. I studied my daughter as the manicurist, a chatty Central Thai woman, worked on Precious 's nails. I pondered approximation. My daughter was perfect. Her pap, a birthday present when she turned eighteen, were just ripe and plump. Her hair was unflawed, her eyes such an enticing tincture of green.

There was just something missing about her ...

A gamey quiver raced through me. A quiver that started in my pussy and rippled through my body. My theme was perfect. Something that would get to her tie-up out against all the other contestants. I shuddered, wiggling in my seat.

My girl looked up."Mom ? Oh, no, what are you thinking about ?"

"We have another blockage to build after your nails."

"I thought I was having singing moral next."

"You sing fine. This will prepare you sparkle."

"glitter ?"Precious asked."What are you talking about, Mom ?"

I shuddered. It was such a repellent idea I had.

While the Thai woman finished up my daughter 's nails—making them long and beautiful, each one painted a vibrant specter of red to complement the dress I purchased for her last week—I pulled out my sound. I googled my thought. I 'd never been to one of these office, so I was surprised by how many there were. There was one just up the street.

I shuddered, it was so close. I knew just what to do. This wicked tingle raced through my pussy. I would pee sure my daughter dazzled.

"Where are we going ?"Precious asked after her nails were finished. She held them out before her, knowing not to meet anything until they were dry.

"We need to get something peculiar,"I said as I started up my Porsche. I backed out, eager for this.

My girl gave me a eldritch face. She only grew more bedevil when I pulled up before our terminus five minutes later.

"What are we doing here ?"she asked."Mom ? I thought you said these matter were tacky."

"You 're not getting a tattoo,"I said."You 're getting your nipples pierced."

Her jaw dropped."What ?"

"You heard me,"I said, climbing out of the car."Now let 's go, Thomas Young woman. The Judges are going to see you dazzle !"

She climbed out of the car and stared at me in shock."Do you need me to show my bare tits to them ?"

"dear, do you want to win ?"

"I 'm not going to flash my nipple at a lot of old pervs,"she muttered."Do you deal at all that they 're staring at me ? There crowd of degenerates lusting over my barely legal flesh ?"

"It does n't trouble me one bit,"I said."Men like looking at young things. Beautiful matter. Dazzling things."

She sighed as she followed after me into the tattoo parlor. A little Vanessa Stephen rang. I looked around, grimacing at all the pic on the paries. It was covered in all the terrible affair people would draw on their bodies. Skulls, hearts, thorns, Angel Falls, daemon, flames, unicorns, rainbows, shamrocks, and so much more. Some were cutesy, some look tough, and some just made me scratch my head in confusion.

"assist you ?"a man asked. He peered a curtain of red string of beads."You got an appointment."

I shook my head."My daughter motive to get her nipples pierced."

He glanced over at her."And ? Got an appointment ?"

I shook my brain. I took a step closer to him."Listen, I 'm uncoerced to pay anything to get it done right now."

His heart flicked up and down my body."Anything covers a lot."

"Oh, cartel me, I can get over it,"I purred."You should see the credit limit I have on the cards my husband gave me."

"I was thinking about a different line of credit of deferred payment,"he said.

"wellspring, that can be arranged,"I said, the tingling from my twat burn through my body. I would do anything to see my daughter win.

My left manus reached out, my wedding ring sparkled as I pressed against the tattoo artist 's crotch. He was a rough man. Strong. I felt his turncock hardening through his jeans as my gaze flicked up and down his body. He had sleeve tattoos racing up his muscular weapons system, flames and curl and chains all intertwined. He had a midst, handlebar moustache giving him the dangerous flavor of a biker. I felt his pecker harden beneath my touch.

He was swelled than my husband.

"Mom !"gasped Precious."What are you doing ?"

"Why, paying for your piercings,"I said."Do n't worry, I 'll remove care of everything, honey."

I fell to my knees before the guy."I hope a blowjob will be commodity enough, right ? I can still pay for the piercings."

"shag,"he said."Sure, it wo n't direct tenacious to pierce her."

"Mom !"Precious gasped again as I unfasten the lumbering belted ammunition. He had a silver-plate swath warp with a Snake slithering out of a skull embossed on the front."What about Dad ? Geez, we can go to another piercing sitting room if it 's that important."

"We have to do it now,"I moaned."We need to make you dazzle."

The pauperization itched in my brainpower. I could n't stop.

I wrenched his whack open and then pull at his fly. His holdfast popped. His zip rasped. I yanked down his bloomers and bagger, his stopcock popping out. I was right there in the lobby of a tattoo parlor about to suck a unknown 's dick.

I did n't suck my husband 's cock unless it was his birthday, or I wanted another baseball diamond tennis bracelet. But now ...

I salivated.

I grasped his thickheaded cock in my hand, fisting up and down the shot. He was so a lot larger than my husband. I opened wide of the mark and sucked the tip of his dick into my mouth. My backtalk sealed tight. My cheeks hollowed. He groaned, his oculus fluttering for a moment. He snorted, ruffling the dark whiskers of his mustache.

"Goddamn, ai n't she just a rich strumpet,"he growled."You see your mama, girl ?"

"Yes,"my daughter groaned, her font red. She squirmed beside me, her nipples poking at the nominal head of her negligee-like top."I ca n't believe she 's doing this."

"Relax, cleaning lady her age get horny. Your dad just got a limp pecker, so she needs a real man. Do n't care, I 'll take concern of you when we 're done."

"Not like that,"Precious muttered.

I bobbed my read/write head, working my lips up and down his thick shaft. Precum spilled over my tongue. I groaned, my puss getting so hot and thaw between my thighs. I squeezed them together, my button throbbing and aching. A line of drool ran down my chin and my sucking made such sloppy sound. So wet and nasty. I shuddered. I did feel like a full-bodied slut.

A productive, married slut.

My tongue swirled around the crownwork of his cock, tasting his salty precum. A whimper rippled out of my throat. A hot shudder raced through me. He tasted so honest. I could n't wait to feel him spurting into my mouth. To enjoy his cum shooting over and over into my mouthpiece. I bet it would be unbelievable. I bet he would draw me swallow every 1 drop of his jizz like a complete whore. I always spit out my husband 's spunk when I would fuck up him.

Today, I hungered for this man 's spunk.

"God fucking damn,"he groaned."Your mama 's hot for it. She is sucking like an oil rig. She 's hungry for my spunk."

I moaned in arrangement around his cock.

"I do n't know what the nookie is up with you right now, Mom,"Precious said. She swayed back and Forth River on her list base. She seemed on the verge of fleeing, but could n't quite seem to appear away. Her wide, green eyes were locked on my lips sliding up and down the tattoo artist 's thick cock. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

My hand drifted down the front of my body. I reached turn down and lower, crossing my stomach. I pressed the fabric tight into my crotch. Into my pussy. I shuddered as I stroked myself through my skirt and panties. My clitoris throbbed, shiver racing through my body. I felt so naughty right now.

I was a stage mother doing everything potential to make sure her girl dazzled.

Pleasure rippled through me as I sucked on the tattoo creative person 's peter. I did n't even live his name. I rubbed my pussy through my dame and panties, Delicious frisson rippling through me. My daughter watched, seeing how dedicated I was to her success.

My tongue swirled around the tip of his cock. I gathered up more and more of his precum. My pussy clenched as I ached for his cum to flood my mouthpiece. I just had to delight him. My daughter crossed her arms, watching with redden face and spacious, green eyes.

"That 's it,"growled the tattoo artist. He grabbed a fistful of my brassy hair."Pay for your girl 's piercing. Damn, you have a mouth on you."

"I ca n't trust you 're doing this, Mom,"Precious moaned.

I would do anything for her.

My button throbbed and ached. I had to meet my bud directly. I shoved my hand beneath my skirt, sliding up my second joint fast. I reached the satin framework of my panties. They were soaked with my juice. I shoved them to the side. My fingertips slid through my satiny pubic hair. I gasped as I found my hot folds. I rubbed my thumb against my pounding bud and thrust two fingers into my pussy.

My depth clung nasty about them. I groaned, my middle fluttering as I plunged my digit in and out of my twat. Pleasure rippled through me. I masturbated with a frantic need while moaning around the tattoo creative person 's dick.

"fucking,"he growled."oeuvre that lip, bitch."

"Yeah, she is a bitch,"Precious muttered."I do n't even need to get my nipples pierced."

I did n't care what she wanted. I was her female parent and knew what was best for her.

I thrust my fingers in and out of my goose faster and faster. I rubbed my thumb in wild roofy around my clit. Pleasure rippled through me. My pussy squeezed down on my digits. My consistency shuddered. I groaned around his thick dick. It filled my back talk. It was such a wild thing to enjoy.

He growled. His prick throbbed in my mouth. I sucked on him, his precum spilling over my knife. That flavor grew saltier and salty. He growled, his face twisting with pleasure.

"nooky, yes !"he growled. His cock erupted in my rima oris."immerse every fall, you married strumpet !"

I gulped down the tattoo artist 's jizz. I trembled, my fingerbreadth plunging faster and faster in and out of my twat. My silklike flesh squeezed down on my figure, increasing the friction. I gulped down his salty seed. It poured down my pharynx. I whimpered, feeling it warm up my belly. The wicked thrill drifted lower and lower. It reached my twat.

I groaned, dizzying waving of pleasure shooting through me. I churned up my goof. I plunged my dactyl hard and fast. It was unbelievable. My eyes fluttered. I sucked and sucked, drinking down onus after load of his salty jizz.

"Oh, yes, that 's it,"he growled.

I whimpered. Another spurt of cum fired into my mouthpiece. I gulped it down as I shoved my digit deep into my fathead. I was such a good female parent. I was doing everything for my daughter. I was sacrificing so much.

I came.

My orgasm surged through me. My reward. I squealed around his prick as my flesh spasmed around my fingers. succus bathed my digits. My handwriting. My clitoris throbbed beneath my massaging thumb. Sparks flared, adding to the heating plant rushing through my body.

My thought process blaze.

The tattoo artist ripped his rooster out of my mouth. As he shoved it back in his pants, I moaned,"yes, yes, valued ! Oh, Precious, I 'll do anything for you. You 're going to win !"

"ejaculate along, young woman,"the tattoo creative person said, taking my daughter by the arm as I came like a lady of pleasure in the middle of his parlor.

Juices soaked my fingers. My pleasance burned through my mind. I hovered at that acme. I quivered there, my tie twat spasming a final time around my finger. I panted. Groaned. That hot tingle rippled across me. It reminded me that I was doing the right field matter. I smiled, gasping for breath.

I pulled my fingers from my twat and rose. I sucked them clean, tasting the toothsome flavor of my sweet cunt. I stumbled through the mantle of astragal and found my daughter sitting in a lard chair. She had her blouse and bra already off, her large breasts on video display. They were so ripe and plump and firm.

"tinker's dam,"the tattoo artist growled."How old are you ?"

"Nineteen,"my daughter said.

He glanced at me."Nineteen and with implants ?"

"She has to dazzle,"I said."Now pierce her."

He shrugged.

My daughter gasped both times. The needle gun pierced through her pinko nubs one after the early. Then they were being threaded with silver rings. Each had little metal balls that screwed the ending together. They look cute on her. Impressive. How many other young lady competing would have them ?

Just my sparkling Precious.

The tattoo artist flicked one, my girl shuddered.

"Why do n't you match them out, strumpet,"he said, undoing his jean."You play with them while I collect the rest of my fee."

"I thought I was going to pay for them,"I said."The blowjob was just for the lack of appointment.

"I told you we were using a dissimilar type of credit,"he grinned. He pulled out that big dick of his.

My pussy tightened.

"Mom !"my girl gasped as I seized her large breasts.

My fingers dug into them, feeling her silicone implants. I studied her mamilla."They do n't appear swollen at all,"I said."I thought they 'd be tender or something. They look fine."

"Normally,"he said."It usually takes a few weeks for them to heal but ..."This weird feel crossed his face. I felt this thrill zapping from my fingers gripping my daughter 's mammilla while she whimpered. Her oculus fluttered.

What was I asking about ?

I stared down at my daughter 's teat, her full breasts clutched my hand. I squeezed them as she squirmed on the tattoo chair. I leaned down, this naughty shudder racing around my skin. electric. My tongue flicked out, batting one of her nipple piercings. If flicked up and over her nipple, twisting through her nub. Her human face writhed with pleasure. She whimpered, squirming.

The tattoo artist chuckled as he flipped up my skirt. Then I gasped as he ripped my panty away. The framework tore with ease, but I did n't care. I spread my legs as I licked my girl 's piercing again. I played with that ring, loving how it would dazzle upon her.

"Mom,"she whimpered.

The tattoo artist 's cock drove into my puss in a ace, unvoiced dip. My married kitty squeezed down on his girth. I shuddered at his side and whimpered as his balls smacked into my clitoris. I latched onto my daughter 's nub, sucking hard as he drove his dick in and out of my pussy.

Pleasure rushed through me, my hips undulating from side to side. I stirred his dick around inside of my slit, my adulterous twat rejoicing at the thick feel of his dick in me. It was incredible. I whimpered about my daughter 's nipple. I sucked on it so hard.

"Oh, my God, Mom !"Precious moaned, her face straining in delight."Yes, yes, that 's sound. Maybe ... Maybe these are nice !"

"That 's it,"the tattoo artist groaned."Make certain your daughter 's punctured nipples are double-dyed,"he growled."shit, how small-scale is your husband 's putz ? You are tight."

I shuddered, my backtalk fully of my naughty daughter 's nipple so I could n't answer him. The tattoo artist 's dick was Brobdingnagian. He stretched me open as he drove into me over and over. It was unbelievable. My eyes fluttered. I moaned around my girl 's nub as he drove into me again and again. The silky clash built and built me towards another orgasm.

I popped my sassing off her right field teat and leaned over to drub the left. I flicked her piercing back and forth, making her gasp and wriggle. Her firm, large knocker jiggled in my hands. I squeezed them. Kneaded them. I groaned as that immense hawkshaw plunged into my cunt over and over again.

I engulfed her left nipple.

"Mom !"she gasped."Oh, my God, my nipples are so sensitive now. Holy shit !"

I sucked and nibbled on my daughter 's pierced nipple. I kept playing with it. It was so arouse that she was going to bedazzle. That she would shine with all her vernal passion. I trembled in joy. The big cock plunged over and over into my pussy, the tattoo artist 's crotch smacking my rump. I moaned around my daughter 's nub.

I clenched down on that dick. My climax built so fast. I savored my reward for being such a good leg female parent. My centre squeezed shut as I let out a throaty groan. My daughter shuddered on the chairwoman, the leather creaking beneath her nubile body.

"Finger the little slut 's cunt,"snarled the tattoo artist."Your girl deserves to cum, too. She 's just as much a whore as you are."

Precious was. It was how she would dazzle. It all became so shed light on to me at that minute where we needed to go next.

My hands shot down from groping my daughter 's large, manipulate tit. I slid across her stomach and shoved into her capris then into her tingle panties. She gasped as I cupped her shaved pussy—my young woman did n't ingest any foul pubic tomentum down there—finding her nineteen-year-old slit wet and hot. She trembled as I stroked her. I rubbed up and down her juicy flesh as that big cock was rubbing my twat.

"Mom,"she moaned."Oh, yes, Mom ! Oh, yes, I 'm going to bedazzle !"

"Oh, yes, you are,"snarled the tattoo artist, his dick drilling deep in me. His balls smacked hard into my clit.

My sexual climax came nigher and closer. I shuddered, on the verge of that wanton volcanic eruption. I thrust two fingers into my girl 's twat. I shuddered as I sank my fingerbreadth into her cunt. She always lied when she claimed she was a Virgin during competition. I let her have a footling fun. So long as she won, she could do whatever she wanted. She had to be the topper. My girl did n't recede.

She would win me so many glories.

My fingerbreadth churned up her twat. I thrust them in and out of her fast and hard. She gasped, her tight twat squeezing around my fingers. My knife played with her nipple piercing between my tough sucks. I groaned, my pussy clamping down on that huge dick.

"Oh, Mom, yes !"she moaned. Her juice soaked my digits as they plunged in and out of her. I felt so connected with my daughter. We were both going to dazzle."I 'm going to cum !"

"That 's it,"growled the tattoo artist as he drilled his dick in and out of my cunt."form the little slut-daughter of yours explode. Such a wicked mommy."

"She is !"My daughter trembled. Her pussy squeezed so tight around my digits. I thrust a third gear in her.

The slut took it with ease. My three digit plunged in and out of her. I pumped them faster in and out of her. I ground the heel of my manus against her clit. Her footling bud throbbed while my head drank in the shock of the tattoo artist 's heavy orb. This was so wild. So perfect.

"Yes !"my daughter moaned."My mamilla are so sensitive I ... I ... I 'm cumming !"

Her pussy convulsed around my three fingers. Her hot juice gushed out, bathing my hand. I trembled, the tingles from her panty rippled up my arm as her flesh convulsed around my digits. I whimpered, sucking voiceless on her nipple as she thrashed.

"Fuck,"the tattoo artist groaned.

He buried to the hilt in my wed puss. spirt after spurt of hot cum flooded into me. I whimpered, betraying my husband for the good of our girl. I had to do it. I had to cheat on him, cuckold him, so our daughter could win tomorrow. I sucked so hard on her teat as my own coming exploded through me.

My view melted into the wafture of bliss washing out of my cunt. My twat spasmed around the tattoo creative person 's big dick. I melted. His cum flooded me while he grunted and groaned. His hands caressed my physical structure through my dress. He squeezed my titty, gripping them hard as he spilled all his seminal fluid in me.

"Mom,"panted my daughter."Oh, my pap piercings are amazing."

My orgasm peaking, I popped my sass off her nipple and moaned,"See, your mother knows what 's best. She knows what will stool you shine. You 're going to win."

"Yes !"she moaned. Then she kissed me.

I shuddered, my tongue dueling with my nubile girl 's. Her lips tasted so cherubic. I felt her love. She finally understood. She finally recognized what I was doing for her. That I knew what was best for her. This was what I had always dreamed of.

I broke the kiss and moaned,"I know where we have to go succeeding to check you win. I know what we have to do."

Her eyes were wide."What ?"

After we freshened up from our fun, the tattoo artist smacked us both on the rump as we hurried out twenty min later. It was a shame my daughter was wearing those worthless capris, but there was not practically to do about it now. We had to act fast. What if another stage mother opinion of this ? I bet that loose woman, Sapphire, would do this. Her mother was just such a tramp.

Unlike my daughter and me.

Precious bounced in her seat the integral drive. She gasped when she saw where we were pulling up to. The Grand Sheraton rose up above us, the hotel possessing a vauntingly conference foyer. There was a star sign out front declaring :"Proudly hosting Miss Dazzling Belle 2019."

The moment I handed over the paint to the valet, I sent a textbook to the chief judge, Mr. Mason."I 'd like to talk to you about making sure my daughter wins. We 're both downstairs. You can do whatever you want to us. My daughter is such a whore."

"elbow room 1213,"popped up a bit later.

"Yes,"I moaned, showing the sieve to my daughter.

"Oh, yes, that 's perfect,"she said, her eyes all-inclusive."My panties are tingling so lots. I just know this is what I need to dazzle. I want to polish for the judges."

I nodded to her as we rode the elevator up to the duodecimal base. My pussy was so juicy. The cum leaked out of me, dribbling down my second joint. I did n't hold any panties on, the scrap of cloth left ass at the tattoo artist. I still did n't know his name. I did n't care. All that mattered was my daughter dazzling tomorrow.

My orgasm was just a bonus.

We reached the hotel room, knocking hard. A consequence later, it opened. Mr. stonemason stood there, a tall man with graying pilus. His eye flicked up and down, smiling at the mess of my daughter. Her pierced pap poked heavy against her tight top. She had n't put on her bra. That was my decision.

"Well, well, well,"he said."Mrs. Jordan and her precious daughter."He grinned at his petty joke."semen in, come in. Were are all very intrigued by your text."

"hoot,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He was a black-haired man with a big nose. Did that mean he had a big dick ?

"piece of tail, me,"Mr. JFK growled. He was a Black person man with a shaved head, his skin a robust hue of ebony. He was hefty and fit, untested than the rest.

"Are her nipples pierced ?"asked Mr. Reeve, a short guy who was unfortunately balding.

"appearance them, Precious,"I moaned.

I was so happy with my daughter as she did n't hesitate to draw off her negligee-like blouse. Her enceinte, fake tits spilled out, both plump and beautiful and topped by those Ag piercings. The adornments looked so delicious as they contrasted with her pink pap. She hefted her tits, shaking them, the rings twisting and shifting. They flashed in the hotel light.

The four evaluator all groaned in joy. They licked their lips, salivating over her hardly effectual chassis. My pussy grew wet as I saw my daughter dazzle. She had that beautiful smiling on her plump backtalk, her green middle sparkling.

"Well, that is delicious,"Mr. Mason said. The older man licked his lips, salivating like a thirsty wolf.

"Indeed,"Mr. Reeve said."Just delicious."

"As you can see,"I said, reaching out to tweak one of my girl 's nipple mob. I twisted it, her pink nub stretching. She gasped, a whimper of delectation."My daughter deserves to win this competition, does n't she ?"

"It 's a shame she ca n't record these off during the actual challenger,"Mr. Kennedy said. He ran a hand over his shaved-bald drumhead. The Negro men smile."But ... Seeing her in person."

"She 's got my vote,"Mr. Greyson said, his big poke twitching.

"Indeed,"Mr. Mason said, stepping up. The school principal judge boldly cupped my daughter 's breast. I smiled as his lecherous fingers dug into her youthful flesh. My girl quivered, trembling. She did n't waver to lift her head as he leaned down. He claimed her lips, kissing her with hunger.

I beamed with motherly pride.

Mr. Reeve came up behind my daughter, staring down at her keister. At the seeable panty melodic phrase through her capris. One manus rubbed at his growing erection while his other hand groped my daughter 's ass. He squeezed her nineteen-year-old ass and grinned at me.

"firm,"he said."shit, Mrs. Jordan, your girl is a hot piece of ass."

"By all means, rip off her capris and see just how gorgeous that ass is naked."

"I think I shall,"Mr. Reeve said, giving me a leering grin."What a loving female parent you are."

"I know,"I said.

My girl groaned, her tongue dueling with the head judge 's. While Mr. stonemason kissed my daughter, Mr. Reeve slid both his hands around Precious 's waist. He unfastened her capris and yanked down those gabardine pants. Her black panties came into vision, the intelligence Dazzling appearing in gold, scintillant letters. He ripped those down in a blink of an eye, exposing the peachy rump of my girl. My slit clenched as he squeezed my girl 's business firm tush.

"You ever taken a dick back here before ?"he asked, his finger dipping into her butt-crack.

"I do n't know if she has,"I honestly answered,"but I 'm sure she 'll revel yours. Just lubricator up."

He laughed.

"You are a loving mother,"Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy said, amusement in his voice.

I turned to face the Shirley Temple Black man. I grinned at him, saying,"I just want my girl to win. I 'll do anything for her."

"I bet you would,"he said, his center flicking me up and down.

"I got to eat that ass out,"Mr. Reeve groaned. He fell down to his knee, his bridge player parting my daughter 's perky butt-cheeks. I groaned as he buried his cheek into her crack. My daughter whimpered into the kiss with Mr. Mason, her young dead body trembling. My own bastard tingled. What would it be like to get my backdoor rimmed ? It was a lascivious pleasure I 'd never even considered.

Mr. Reeve clearly loved it.

"red cent,"Mr. Greyson said, his belt buckle rustling. I shuddered as he opened up his charcoal slacks and shoved them down. His underdrawers followed a moment later, his large cock popping out. He stroked it as he watched my naked daughter trembling beneath the two older men 's lecherous touches.

It made me wet.

"How hot is your puss, Mrs Jordan ?"asked Mr. JFK. His helping hand touched the hem of my sundress."Are you getting a hot bitch watching your daughter whore herself out ?"

"Watching her dazzle,"I corrected."And, yes, I 'm getting quite juicy down there."

He laughed."I bet you are."He let out a throaty groan."How would you like me to eat your cunt out ? I 'm not like those pervs. I like my women a bit more ... mature."

I shuddered then nodded my head. I was so glad I douched myself before leaving the tattoo artist 's parlor.

He ripped my dress up my physical structure and over my pass. I gasped as it flung off me, my large breasts coming into thought. I, too, had n't donned my bra. My breast were n't as perky as my daughter 's, but they were all natural. His ebony custody seized them. I groaned as he kneaded them.

He darted down and latched onto one of my nipples. I shuddered as he suckled. oestrus surged through my married body. The total darkness man worshiped my nipple while I watched my daughter squirming nearby. Mr. Reeve feasted on her asshole while Mr. Freemason now had his human face buried between her big, fake tits.

"Oh, Mom, I 'm gon na win,"Precious moaned, her eye fluttering.

"Yes, you are,"I groaned, my nipples throbbing in Mr. President John F. Kennedy 's hungry mouth.

His hands stroked down my English, his touch electrifying. I groaned as his thumbs hooked into my panty. He shoved them off my hips, the material rolling down my thighs. I shuddered, my married pussy on flaming. This was all so exciting. Such a repellent rush.

My husband could never see out even though I was doing this for our daughter. I had to jockey on him so she could win. I had to gratify these Judges. My daughter needed to shine.

I gasped as Mr. President John F. Kennedy fell to his knees. His unattackable mitt, large than my husband 's, gripped my butt-cheeks. He pulled me forward, his sullen lips nuzzling into my brassy bush. I gasped as his tongue flicked out. He lapped through my folds. I groaned, my back arching. My gravid boob jiggled. His tongue was incredible.

It darted through my flexure. He brushed my clit. My moans mixed with my daughter 's. I glanced at Precious, smiling at the huge grinning on her brass. Mr. A. E. W. Mason was sucking on one of her nipples while his finger's breadth played with the other, twisting her piercing. She shuddered, her butt-cheeks clenching about Mr. Reeve 's aspect. We were both experiencing such pleasure.

We were both dazzling.

Mr. James Neville Mason dropped to his knees before my daughter, groaning,"I 've wanted to get my hands on one of these pageant hussy for so long."

"Enjoy,"I moaned, Mr. Kennedy 's racy knife swirling through my folds.

Precious gasped, her fake tits jiggling as Mr. Mason pressed his face into her trim puss. He licked and lapped at her snatch. It was clear she was receiving the Saame bliss that the Black man was giving me. I reached out, taking my daughter 's hand. She clutched tight to me, her nous turning. Her green eyes were glazed with pleasure.

"God fucking damn,"Mr. Greyson groaned, stroking his thick, long dick."diddly-squat, she 's just a get laid footling hottie."

"She is,"I moaned.

Precious shuddered, her hips undulating. She was getting eaten from both death. Her hand tightened on mine as her groan grew louder and louder. I whimpered, Mr. Kennedy 's bold tongue diving into the depths of my married pussy. The Black man swirled his spit around inside of me. I shuddered, my articulatio coxae undulating from incline to side.

I smeared my pussy across his hungry sassing. The pleasure grew and grew. This was so hot. I clung to my girl 's manus as he feasted on me. My large mamilla swayed while my daughter 's fake titmouse jiggled. Her nipple band flashed. Her back bowed as her groan grew louder and louder.

"Mr. James Neville Mason ! Mr. Reeve !"Precious moaned."Oh, my God, I 'm going to cum !"

"Of course you are, you 're a dirty slut,"growled Mr. Greyson. He fisted his tool. He stared at my daughter with such wolfish hunger in his eyes. He craved her barely effectual flesh.

They were all such pervs. They wanted my daughter.

I would impart her to them.

She would win. Everyone would know that my daughter was the scoop. The most beautiful. well-nigh dazzling. I shuddered, my clit pounding as Mr. Kennedy 's bluff tongue flicked over it. My own climax built and built with his every stroke.

"Yes, yes,"I groaned. I stared down at the hunky Black man feasting on me."Oh, I 'm gon na cum in your mouth."

"trade good,"he growled."But not as hard as you 'll cum on my cock."

"Anything so my daughter wins !"I moaned.

He chuckled."You can tell yourself any lies you want about why you want to ride my big dick."

I shuddered. I was just doing this for my daughter. I was a good wife. A good mother.

He sucked hard on my clit while his digit dug into my butt-cheeks. He squeezed them, pulling me tight against his hungry mouth. I gripped my daughter 's hired man, electricity tingling between us. I whimpered as my pleasure built and built. The dizzying joy swept through me. I came closer and closer to my screaming sexual climax. My moan mix with my girl 's passion.

"Mr. A. E. W. Mason !"she gasped."Oh, screwing, Mr. Reeve !"

"Yes,"Mr. A. E. W. Mason groaned,"bathe me with those succus. Barely effectual bozo is the best."

My daughter shuddered. Her hand almost crushed mind as her breast heaved. It was discharge she was coming. She was shining with her passion. Mr. Greyson groaned as he stroked his dick. I shuddered, my clit throbbing in Mr. Jack Kennedy 's thirsty lip. I whimpered, seeing my daughter 's rapture.

I joined her.

"Precious !"I howled as I came.

My pussy juice gushed out of me. I flooded Mr. Kennedy with my cream. He growled, his tongue licking and lapping through my sheep pen. He caressed my pussy mouth. He teased them. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering. My entire body heaved. His strong hands gripped me as the joy washed through my body.

Wave after undulation of XTC flooded through my mentation. trivial stars danced before my eyes. My breast bounced before me as I gasped out in rapture. It was incredible. I was getting so much pleasance today. So many wages for being a good point mother. I squeezed my daughter 's hand back, glancing at her.

We shared a look.

Precious leaned her head towards mine. Our brim met in a kiss as we both came on the judges'mouthpiece. Our tongues dueled as we shared our incestuous bliss. Her white meat pressed into mine. I shuddered, loving every moment of this.

"Holy fucking tinker's dam,"groaned Mr. Greyson.

"I got to fuck your cunt,"snarled Mr. A. E. W. Mason."I need your pussy on my dick rightfield now, you little jade !"

Precious broke the candy kiss and moaned,"Yes ! I 'll realise your prick spirit amazing, Mr. Mason !"

"Good missy,"I moaned.

Mr. James Neville Mason pulled my daughter towards the bed, leaving Mr. Reeve kneeling and licking his mouth, clearly savoring the mouthful of my daughter 's ass. I shuddered, watching as Mr. Mason stretched out on his rachis. My daughter undid his pants and fished out his cock. I shuddered, Mr. Kennedy still lapping at my twat while I came down from my orgasmic high school. My girl mounted the nous evaluator, grabbed his cock, and guided it to her pussy.

"Yes !"I hissed as my daughter slammed her scarcely sound snatch down his cock. Her back arched as she took him to the hilt.

"roll in the hay me,"Mr. Reeve groaned. He was already smearing KY jelly on his cock. He stroked it, staring at my daughter 's ass as she rode Mr. Mason 's dick.

Mr. Kennedy pulled his facial expression from my pussy. He stood up, my heat soaking his sass. He grinned at me, saying,"Are n't you just a loving mother ? You 're getting off on your daughter being violated by those aroused deviant, are n't you ?"

I shuddered, glancing up at him."I just want my daughter to win. This is what it takes."

He grinned, his right hand taking my left. He brushed my wedding ring."ready to explode on my cock ?"

I nodded my head.

He pushed me down on the bed beside my daughter riding Mr. Mason dick. Her breasts heaved, her mamilla rings flashing. Mr. Reeve came up behind her. My daughter 's eyes widened. She let out a throaty groan as he rammed his pecker into her asshole. She was pleasing two of the judges now.

I was so proud of her.

Mr. Kennedy pressed my thighs apart. I groaned as he settled between them. His rooster was out now, thick and dark, a mighty ray that would ram into my married slit. I shuddered, this greedy delight surging through me. My hand shot down to seize his cock. My pale digit wrapped around his coal black lance. I pulled him to my pussy, eager to feel his cinch penetrating me.

"Yes, Mom, please him !"my daughter moaned as she rode Mr. Mason 's dick and took Mr. Reeve 's rooster in her asshole."shuffling sure I win."

"I will,"I moaned."I love you, Precious !"

Mr. Kennedy gave an evil sounding laugh as I pressed his dick against my pussycat."Riiiiight, just doing this for erotic love. That 's all."

Before I could say anything, before I could correct him, he thrust that amazing cock into my pussy. His thick gibe stretched me to my limits. My toes curled. My back arched as I let out a throaty moan. I shuddered, a Wave of duskiness washing over my vision. He was so vast. He filled me up to the hilt. His balls smacked into my taint as I groaned, my thighs locking around his waist.

"Goddamn, I need you to suck my dick right now,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He brandished his cock before my daughter 's lip as the other two judge fucked her holes.

"Yes, Mr. Greyson !"Precious moaned.

My cunt clenched down on Mr. Kennedy Interrnational 's huge cock as I watched my girl get down the third justice 's tool. She had all three of her pickle plugged. She was pleasing them. pridefulness swelled through me.

"That 's it,"I moaned, bucking up into Mr. Kennedy 's right thrust. His cock drilled into my married cunt."Please them !"

"God fucking damn, she is loving them,"growled Mr. Kennedy as he thrust his shaft over and over into my pussy.

My daughter 's softened groan mixed with the grunt and moan of the four judges. The hotel bed creaked as I squirmed on it beside my daughter. The three judges used her nineteen-year-old trunk with greedy hunger. Mr. Reeve gripped her fake nipple, squeezing them as he reamed her asshole. At the same time, Mr. George Mason tugged on her nipple rings, twisting her fat, pink nubs and making her squeal. Mr. Greyson fucked her sassing with knockout drive, boloney running down her chin.

It was so hot to watch.

I could n't reckon away as the sexy Mr. Kennedy rammed his ebon girth in and out of my pussy. He stretched me open so widely. I had never taken anything nearly as big as him in my pussy. I groaned, my cunt squeezing down on him. He grunted over me, fucking me like a bull. He had such stamina. His tool filled me up.

"Goddamn, I love married, ovalbumin cunt !"He snarled."Your husband does n't have sex you like this, does he ?"

"No !"I moaned, saying what I had to make sure my daughter won. My pussy ached, his every thrust building me towards my own explosive orgasm."Nowhere near as big as yours !"

"Yes, you love it,"he growled.

"Uh-huh !"I panted, my center locked on my nineteen-year-old daughter as the old degenerate fucked her arduous. They used her body for their abhorrent pleasure.

I gasped as Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy seized my powerful bosom in his fast grasp. His thick fingers sank into my flesh. He squeezed me as he drilled his dick into my bitch. The sleek friction sent waving of hotness that rippled through my nethers. They all seemed to focus in my sum. A massive orgasm built and built inside of me. I groaned, trembling, eager for that explosive eruption.

My thighs clung to Mr. JFK 's hips. My hands reached up, fingers clawing at his muscular chest. I felt his fix pecks. There was nada sagging or piano about him. I groaned as I stroked his rock 'n' roll hard physique. I reveled in his strength as his dick reamed me.

"That 's it,"he growled, nuzzling down in my ear."Watch that piffling Andrew D. White slut-daughter of yours please those three men. Mmm, is n't she just a bawd ? She 's loving their dicks."

"My girl is dazzling !"I moaned, my pussy squeezing down around his cock. I was so closing to cumming. My toes curled.

"Just like you,"he whispered."A Edward D. White, married whore. You 're going to break loose on my dick."

"Yes !"I moaned.

"Kiss me. jostle that tongue in my lip. I want to feel your heat !"

I turned my head, wrenching my gaze from my daughter, and kissed Mr. Kennedy with hunger. I clutched to him, pulling him down to me. His chest crushed my breasts as my tongue dueled with his. I thrust as cryptical into his mouth as I could. I whimpered, his consistency atop me. I savored it. His manlike presence drove me wild.

His cock drove to the hilt in my pussy. His clump smack heavily into my contamination. I quivered, shuddering as I screamed towards my reward. I was such a good married woman and mother. My husband had to understand that I was doing everything for our daughter. If I did n't do this, Precious would n't win tomorrow. I whimpered as I kissed Mr. Kennedy 's manful lips.

I exploded on his dick.

Rapture surged through me. My pussy convulsed and writhed about his big stopcock. My twat spasmed as the waving of ecstasy surged through me. My total consistency bucked and tingled. My finger clawed his back. It was rapturous. I 'd never experienced anything like this in my life.

mavin exploded across my vision. I howled into our kiss. I whimpered and groaned, my pussy convulsing around his light beam. He slammed it in and out of me. Hard. Fast. His genital organ crushed my clit over and over. Sparks of rapture exploded through me. I whimpered, my mind drowning in ecstasy.

"That 's fucking it !"he snarled."That 's how you cum on my turncock ! Not like your husband 's wimpy, little SOB !"

"No !"I howled as the sexy, coal black horseshit pounded me hard.

The orgasm rippled through me. I distantly heard my girl moaning. She was coming on the three justice'cocks. She was pleasing them while I took maintenance of Mr. Kennedy International Airport 's big dick. My pussy writhed around his cock. My spasming figure welcomed his every thrust. I gasped and moaned, my knocker rubbing against his pectus. My teat throbbed. Ached.

He growled. He grunted. Every time he slammed his stopcock into me, another wave of rapture sloshed through me. I could n't believe I was still cumming. I writhed in rapture. I whimpered, moaned, trembling in his embrace. I nipped at his ear. I was crazy. Consumed by my passion.

"Cum in me !"I howled."Give it to me. I need it."

"For your daughter ?"he growled.

"Yes !"I gasped.

"prevaricator !"

"Just give it to me !"I moaned, my psyche dissolving into ecstasy.

"Damn, I love fucking a married charwoman bareback !"

He slammed into me. His rooster erupted. I gasped as I felt every hot squirt splashing into my cervix uteri. My pussy convulsed wildly. I milked his dick. wafture of wickedness washed across my vision, my orgasm intensifying. I screamed towards such efflorescence of exaltation. I bucked and spasmed beneath him as my slit milked his orchis dry.

He grunted with each volcanic eruption. Manly snarls that made me tremble. I clawed the jet black bull 's back. I gripped him tight as he filled me with his tinder. My twat rejoiced. I could n't think back the last time I 'd ever felt anything like this. It was like I 'd never been truly fucked.

"Oh, my God, yes !"I howled.

I drifted, lost to the pleasance. I was dazed. I heard voices talking around me. I heard my daughter gasp,"Yes ! I 'll do it. Anything to win."

I blinked, rising out of a daze. I looked up to see something. It was ping and gaping open. albumen swam in the center. I struggled to concentrate on it as—

My girl planted her purulent rightfulness on my mouthpiece. Mr. Mason 's cum poured into my sassing out of her slit. It flooded salty mixed with her gratifying passion. I groaned and did n't hesitate to lick it up. She whimpered as her psyche buried between my thigh. I shuddered as I felt my sweet daughter 's glossa lapping across my folds.

She licked the Black man 's cum out of my depth. She feasted on me with hunger. I gripped her ass, soft and peachy. I squeezed and kneaded her as my glossa darted through her folds. I scooped out the head judge 's cum as she feasted on Mr. Jack Kennedy 's kindling brimming in my goose. Her enceinte chest pillowed against my abdomen, nipples and piercings rubbing hard on my belly. My nipples throbbed against her soma.

We moaned. We groaned. We feasted on each early. We were lost to gay woman pleasure. I could see the judges watching us. They had their earpiece out, recording our depraved action at law. I shuddered, just knowing that we were going to win. That no former female parent would do something this baseless to secure that her daughter dazzled.

Our lingua plundered each other. We lapped that yummy cum out of each early. I feasted on that salty jizz flooding out of my daughter 's twat. I groaned, the judges stroking their putz as they watched us wrestle in sapphic incest. My fingerbreadth dug into my daughter 's butt cheeks as I devoured my first cunt. Her odorous juice stained my lips. I loved them. Feasted on them.

"Mother !"Precious moaned. She quivered atop me."Thank you, thank you ! You 're the best mommy ever ! Am I going to be a winner ?"

"Yes, you are, loose woman !"Mr. A. E. W. Mason grunted.

My daughter latched onto my clit. I nibbled on hers. I gripped her stern, sucking with all my might. I whimpered and groaned, my pleasure growing and growing while the men recorded us. They were immortalizing this instant as they stroked their dicks with their other hands. They were showing off my girl to her best. She proved she would do anything to win.

My orgasm swelled.

Cum bubbled out of her asshole. It ran down her taint to the shaved folds of her pussy. I lapped it up, a turn flavor mixing with the salty jizz and the sweet cream. I shuddered, feasting on her with delectation. Her clapper danced around my clit. Our mammilla rubbed together, her piercings pressing on my belly. It was unbelievable.

She would win so many pageants.

My daughter would be a looker pageant legend. She would rise all the way to the top : Miss Universe.

I exploded in orgasmic rapture.

My daughter lapped up the juice flooding out of my puss. She squealed, a moment later her ointment gushed out of her pussy. Her wanton passion splashed onto my rim. The observation Book of Judges groaned, witnessing us writhing in climactic warmth. Such wafture of blissfulness flowed through my body. They bathed my mind.

As I hit that apex of rapture, I knew she would need to dazzle even brighter for the next competition. She would need to have that pretty, little button pierced. The evaluator at Miss Princess delight needed to see her shining. They would relish fucking her then.

I surrendered into the bliss of my coming. The four men groaned, their cum spurting onto our soundbox. They bathed us with their jizz as I enjoyed my reward. I was a ripe degree mother who helped her daughter radiancy. Precious would win them all.

I 'd never been happier.

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The material body chuckled as it watched the local broadcast of Ms. Dazzling Bell lulu pageantry. It was displayed in a fall of body of water at one end of its workshop, mist billowing from the pool."And the succeeder is ... Precious Jordan !"

The nineteen-year-old Melanerpes erythrocephalus gasped in"shock."If the figure had n't set the degree for her victory, the fig would have believed it was a true surprise. The figure loved what the Dazzling panty had wrought. mother and girl had gotten in on the fun.

The digit glanced at its next pair of panties. The potential drop of this pair sent a natural state tremor through the name. These pantie were cut narrow. Almost a thong. There was just enough fabric in the cover for two intelligence to be printed : Wild Bitch. The red letter of the alphabet contrasted against the light-blue of the panties.

The figure smiled. It knew the arrant place to drop these off. Aching for another rush, it snagged up its mind-controlling pantie and left.

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