Mind-Control pantie

write up eighter from Decatur : Hot & Naughty bitch

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

preeminence : Thanks to Alex for beta meter reading this !

The figure entered a computer memory it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the type of memory board it had never ventured into before. It was n't the sort of place that Cy Young miss shopped at. Nor was it even a place that masses typically went to to detect clothing. It was a gaming memory.

The place tingled its senses. The air hummed with probability, chance, and bet. The possibility sent a rush through its venous blood vessel. If it had n't found this new high of mind restraint, it would be tempted to see what sort of maleficence it could get up to in here.

None of the client, almost entirely male, noticed its mien as it ghosted between the shelves covered in imaginary products. Everything from role-playing game Bible to miniature war secret plan figures abounded. The ledge were stocked with all manner of dice and rule and blusher and add-in arm and a boniface of other items the figure had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its locoweed, but it remembered its mission.

Clutched in the figure 's manus was a special couple of panties. It was cut narrow-minded than early ones it had dropped off, almost a thong save it spread into a triangular patch of cloth at the back with enough way for two Christian Bible to be written : Wild beef. Printed in vermilion letter of the alphabet, the phrase contrasted with the light-blue polyester/cotton blend.

With a flick, it tossed its creative activity onto a box of war game miniatures, the models on the binding all brandishing futuristic weapons.

The panties were out of station. They should be noticed.

Only its destined owner would.

With a final moan, the figure slipped away with nondescript ease through the fanboys browsing the merchandise. It passed by Guy excited at what they 'd discovered, exulting in pulling a rare card out of a shoplifter camp or at finding the last box of a set of miniatures. As the figure stepped out, a young man stepped in.

Eric Mitchels had a put-on feel on his youthful face. The nineteen-year-old boy was tall with a contrabandist build. He looked gymnastic and more put together looking than the common patronage that shopped here. He wore a plastered tank top made of some futuristic framework that hugged his torso and a pair of running shorts. He had sunglasses perched on his head. He was on his college 's track and field of force squad, but he was also someone who enjoyed playing collectible card games.

There was a new set out for his dearie one.

He had a put-on facial expression because of who trailed after him. His little sister, Jane.

She had long, brown hairsbreadth, I lighter hue than her Brother 's short circuit curl. She stood slender, appearing almost like a tomboy. She wore a baggy t-shirt and liberate jean, a baseball cap perched on her head. Her down in the mouth eye, the same shade as her senior crony, flicked around while she gushed at all the marvelous sights. A smile spread on her lips, dimpling her freckled cheeks.

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

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

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

He rolled his center. His Sister did n't appear to comment that he grit his teeth. He shook his school principal, hating that his parents forced him to see her for the afternoon. He was already heading towards the booster packs, eager to pull out a few of them and open them. There was a mythic rare he was hoping to snag. Maybe he 'd get lucky.

It would dispatch his deck.

Jane, however, was pointing at a pair of step-in. They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some sort of pattern. She drifted to the couplet and snagged them up. She shuddered as the tingle rippled through her. She turned them in her hands, her eyes falling on the narrow strip show that widened into a triangle.

"natural state bitch,"she whispered, this naughty chill shooting through her.

Without persuasion, she shoved the pantie into her jeans. She whirled around and saw her brother on the other side of the shop. She darted past a exhibit, tidal bore to see what he was doing. She loved hanging out with her older brother.

If she could, she would follow him everywhere.

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Eric Mitchels

It was around eleven in the good morning when I was finally quick to get up. It was a Sat, so I was taking it easy. The weather was large, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to maneuver to the biz memory. I had another twenty I could spend on booster face pack. Maybe this fourth dimension I get the card. I could n't yield to buy it, it was way too much on the secondary grocery. It would complete my deck. I wanted to be ready for side by side Fri night.

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

"Jane ?"I started to moan until I noticed how precious she looked. She had makeup on, giving her a more feminine looking. And there was this ellipses tempestuous face in her blue eyes. I frowned, then blinked when I noticed what she was wearing.

She had on a plastered pair of denim that hugged her material body. The denim clung to shapely thighs. While she did n't have lots pelvic arch, she had some womanly curvature to her eighteen-year-old consistency. Even strange, I could see her stomach. She wore a belly shirt, a outer boundary of pinko running down beneath the textile cupping her small breasts. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a banding of purple cloth wrapped around her torso. I shivered as this unknown quiver running through me. It rippled across my skin and ended at my stopcock. I started to chub up.

Why was I getting hard at the sight of my little sis ?

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

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

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

Normally, I would say no, but all the stemma was rushing to my dick. She was looking ... sexy. Her tummy was flat and tone, her knocker, while small, had a dainty figure to them. Her nipples pressed hard, poking at the slight cloth.

"Sure."

Joy flare-up to life in her heart. She squealed and threw her sleeve around my neck. She bounced up and planted a osculation on my face. I could 've sworn I felt her tongue for a sec like she licked me. Then she snuggled up against me, gripping my arm. She had this look of abject joy, this wild delight.

I could n't help but notice the pale blue sharpness of her panties peeking out of the low-riding jean she wore.

When did my little baby get hot ? Damn.

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

"Only one way to bump out,"I said, my dick at a full erection. I wanted to adjust myself, but I could n't in front of my petty sister. damn, she smelled goodness, too. Something like lilac in the air. This flowery scent. aromatise ? Jane was wearing aroma and makeup ?

What was going on ?

I felt that tingle racing through me the integral way down the steps. I could n't help but notice her house, trivial titties jiggling in her fast top. They were blossoming into a delicious pair of breasts. I was rock-hard. I wanted to manoeuver back to my bedchamber and stroke my cock while thinking about my small sister. This was insane. She felt so nice against my arm. She rubbed her impudence against my shoulder joint, giggling in delight.

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

Our mother peeked in from the kitchen."Oh, do n't you two look cunning together. I 'm happy you 're spending some time with your little baby. I know how a great deal she loves hanging out with you."

"Yeah,"I said, trying not to ogle my sister 's budding tits in battlefront of my mother."She 's really ... uh ... growing on me."

Jane giggled in delight.

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

We headed outside. Jane broke away so we could get in my car. She hopped into the passenger can of my Toyota Corolla. It was over a decade old, but it ran. I slipped in and started it up. She was bouncing on her seat, her light-brown hair swaying about her typeface. Her os zygomaticum were delicate, her lips ruby red. The eye shadow only enhanced the deep bluing of her eyes. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her break midriff and enticing segmentation. Even her shoulders were cute.

darn. I could get used to having a pestering Sister who looked like this.

We reached the game store after about ten transactions, Jane bursting out of the car and racing around to my incline before I could climb out. She took my arm the moment I got out, rubbing her brass against my arm. I kinda liked it. There was something ... affectionate about it. The gesture reminded me of something, but I could n't quite put my digit on it. It was in the backbone of my idea, but I ignored it. I headed inside, the Vanessa Bell tinkling as we entered.

It was Saturday, so the place was packed. There was some card tournament going on in the back, a crowd of players huddled around folding tabular array. They were n't playing my game. It looked like one of the Anime ones with the cute girls. I was n't quite into that. Dragon Ball Z was about as far as I went down that path.

Jane 's head darted leave and right as we headed towards the relay transmitter packs. She chatted, her interpreter making this soothing backdrop dissonance. I paid only one-half attention of what she said, it was all just excited bark. Cute, but meaningless. Her head darted around, her centre spacious. I swear her coxa were wiggling.

I grabbed a twosome of booster packs off the wrack, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a little rack of cosplay particular. Basic stuff. Some headbands for that ninja gum anime, a few shirts, and a pair of dog ears on a headband. The moment I saw them, the tingle raced through me. I seized the dog ear, not caring about the toll, and placed them on my sister 's question. The floppy ears dangled down the side of her head, swaying as she moved. I could n't help myself.

I rubbed the top of her head, petting her.

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

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

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

When we reached the counter, she darted to stand right-hand beside me. She leaned her elbows on the shabu display the immediate payment registry set on and said,"facial expression what my brother 's buying me. Are n't they cute ?"

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

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

She let out this moment was practically orgasmic. It made my dick shiver hard.

I tossed the booster product on the replication before us."And these."

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

I clutched the booster packs in my bridge player, feeling the bill inside. The foil they were wrapped in wavelike. We stepped outside into the sun, the morning warm. She broke away from me and darted to her side of meat of my car. I slipped into the driver buns as she climbed in the other side.

"Here we go,"I said, holding up the first booster pack. I glanced at her."Give me a buss for luck."

"Yes,"she gasped.

She darted her header towards me. Instead of planting a buss on my cheek like I expected, she brushed my lips. Her spit swiped out, licking across them and brushing the tip of my olfactory organ.

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

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

I popped open up the first inner circle, ignoring all the commons and uncommons. I went straight for the in conclusion calling card where the rare or the fabulous rare would be found.

I sighed. A bust. A dud of a uncommon that I would n't even get a one dollar bill for.

I opened the second pack, the foil crinkling. Jane was perched on her knee joint now trembling as she watched. She had this facial expression of hope in her eyes, her hands clasped before her. She whimpered and whined, her little nose twitching.

"Damn,"I moaned, getting a treble land in the irregular pack. It was n't a bad twist, but it was n't in the colors I was playing.

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

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

My heart almost stopped. There it was. The mythic rare I needed. This card sold for eighty-seven clam last time I looked online. My heart exalted.

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

I gave a boring nod. With forethought, I set the circuit card on my dashboard, my body trembling.

Before I could do anything else, my baby squealed and threw her coat of arms around my neck. Then her lip were kissing me everywhere. Her natural language was flicking out, licking across my grimace. Her tongue darted around my cheek. My chin. She lapped at my os frontale.

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

And then she found my backtalk. I groaned as her lingua thrust into my oral fissure. She licked around the interior, whimpering against me. My gumshoe throbbed, demanding that same caress. I shuddered, my hand shooting down to the fly of my shorts. I popped the holdfast. The zipper rasped. I pulled out my pecker as I groaned into the kiss with my sister.

I needed her to roll in the hay me. I needed her to lick my cock. If she did, she would be such a unspoilt, little sister.

As if sensing my need, Jane pulled away, her nerve flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the visual modality of my dick. My footling babe shuddered, her small breasts jiggling in her belly shirt. She drew in a deep breath and said,"Do you call for me to ... ?"

I nodded."You 'd be a great, little sister if you did."

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

I groaned at the incestuous contact of her hand grabbing my hard dick. I reclined back in my seat, not caring that the great unwashed were coming in and out of the store. They walked by the car as my picayune babe leaned down. She was just doing what a good, picayune babe should.

There was nothing ill-timed with that. naught I should be ashamed of.

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

She giggled."You like that ?"

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

I kept scratching the top of her principal, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the crown of my dick. It was unbelievable. Her tongue was so agile. Then she licked at the shaft right beneath my tip, her manus pumping up and down it. I groaned at the incestuous rush shooting through me. I glanced down her body, her rump clad in those sloshed jean, the denim molding to her cute butt. She wiggled that ass. I groaned. She needed something there.

What ?

My core pounded as she licked and lapped and fluttered her tongue across my peter. She lapped up my precum. She teased me, bathed my dick 's tip in her hot saliva. My balls tensed. They were filling up with a lading of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her promontory. I shifted in my seat. She was such a effective, small ... sis. Yeah, she was a good, picayune sister.

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

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

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

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

Yeah, she was a thoroughly, little gripe. My sexy sister-bitch. I shuddered as her lips nuzzled against my clod. She sucked on one for a moment, her natural language playing with it. pleasure shot up to the tip of my dick, my shaft twitching in her grip. Her bridge player pumped up and down my pecker. Her bobby pin sent delight flowing through me.

Then she was licking back up my shaft. She dragged her tongue the intact way up. I felt her floppy ears brushing my breadbasket. Her lips reached the tip. She nuzzled against it. Her tongue licked and lapped at the slit, gathering up my precum.

"Jane !"I groaned as my aphrodisiac sister-bitch swallowed the tip of my hammer. She sucked on it, her tongue dancing around the crown. My dick throbbed in her backtalk."That 's it, that 's how you delight me. shag, you 're such a estimable sister-bitch."

Her hips wagged back and Forth, her voice moaning around my cock.

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

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

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

I could n't select much Thomas More of this. My hand tightened on her nous, gripping her hair. She had such a silklike pelage. I held besotted, making sure she kept sucking. The pressure level rose and rose, my sister-bitch swirling her tongue around the tip.

That was it. I exploded.

My cum fired into my minuscule sister-bitch 's sassing. bam after flak of the jizz pumped into her. Jane gulped it down, whimpering in delectation. Her hips wagged back and forth. The car rocked on its jolt as I shuddered. My back pressed into the seat. My substructure jammed on the brakes. I groaned, savoring the pleasure.

Spurt after spirt of my jizz flooded her mouthpiece. Each eruption sent pleasure slamming through my mind. It was acute. Amazing. I reveled in it. I savored every single extravasation. And she gulped it all down. My orgasm peaked.

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

I relaxed my bobby pin. She popped her lip off my cock and sat up. She licked her backtalk, cleaning up a little bit of my kindling that had escaped her mouth. Her blue eyes met mine, brimming with delight. I scratched between her pinna. She shuddered.

"I did good ?"she asked.

"You 're the sound sister-bitch in the earth,"I panted.

She squealed in delight and hugged me again. Her tongue licked up my impudence over and over. I shuddered, smiling. I was buzzing in delight. She was amazing. I would let her hold on licking me. It was when I realized I had to buy things for her. She was my sister-bitch.

I had to take care of her.

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

She nodded her capitulum, her eye glossy with excitement."Yes !"she barked."We have to."

She bounced on her articulatio genus in the butt, whining. Her hullabaloo was enthusiastic.

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

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

When I could, I petted my hand down her backbone, sliding from her bare shoulders, across her belly shirt, to her lower back. She really wiggled when I scratched her right above the waistband of her jeans. She whimpered, her ass swaying.

She was missing something there.

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

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

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

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

The sliding glass door whisked open on our approach. The pet fund was arrayed before us. It brimmed with possible action. So many of them. Jane 's top dog whipped around, her mane of long, brown hair sweeping about her shoulders. Her picayune boob jiggled in her closely boob tube. Should a sister-bitch habiliment clothing ? I blinked at that idea, this tingle racing through my body. Well, of course, she needed clothes. She could n't go around naked.

Why not ? the tingle seemed to whisper.

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

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

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

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

We walked down the aisle, looking for what we needed. We passed chew plaything, pet food, accoutrement for boo, fish tank car, and then we got to the leash. I passed the ones for big cat', heading for the hot dog'. There were so many of them. I looked around them, my regard flicking decently and left. There were some that were made of rough, canvas-like material while others were made of smooth leather. A sturdy stuff. foresighted lasting. Some were thick, but that did n't seem to fit my sister-bitch. She was a petite thing.

She needed something dainty.

When I laid center on the narrow black collar studded with shiny rivet, I knew it was gross for her. I pulled it down, the heart-shaped tag swaying. The shiny metal glinted. I needed to have it engraved. I gripped the leather band, smiling.

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

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

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

Next, we headed to the leashes. I wanted something to keep her close but had enough length to let her play. I could n't let her get too far. I also was n't a fan of those triplet that you could retract or play out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her collar. There was a bootleg, leather leash. It was the Sami dark finish. It was pricier, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would spare no disbursement for her.

I snagged it, my sister nodding in favorable reception. She darted ahead of me, her cute rump wiggling in those tight dungaree. I had to incur that accouterment. It was the next matter I needed. I headed down the aisle, looking. Scanning. A sister-bitch needed a tail.

Two gangway over, I found the creature tail coat. They had bushy fox bottom, sleek cattails, crooked monkey arse, and even dog fag end. I frowned. None of them were right. They were all the eccentric that clipped onto the dorsum of the drawers or were held on by some sort of adhesive. They did n't calculate sturdy. None of them looked like they would be proper at all for my sister-bitch.

I frowned, picturing exactly what I needed. None had that cone cell at the end. That plug that would hold it in stead.

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

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

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

I felt that tingle rippling over my Sister while the saleslady blinked her center. She shook her pass, her saturnine tomentum swaying about the bluing polo she wore. Her eyes went out of centering for a moment."Oh, that 's wonderful. And you need to get a rear for her, decent ?"

"Yeah, but you do n't have the proper ones,"I said."Where are the ace with the plug ? You know, that I can enclose. I want something strong-arm so it will stay on her. None of these will work."

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

My cheeks burned a bit."Oh,"I said."Like the ... place just up the street ..."

My sister-bitch gave me a lost look.

"Yep,"the salesclerk said."I 'm sure you 'll find what you need there. Is there anything else you need for your sister-bitch ?"

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

"Why, just head to the back of the store and we take care of you,"she said. She had such a friendly grin on her backtalk. She reached out to pet Jane 's head.

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

The salesgirl laughed."My, she 's a well-disposed one."

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

"I bet you are,"she said."You should look at her to the park. She looks like she needs to run around. Burn off some energy."

My pecker throb."Oh, yes, she definitely needs to bite off some energy."

The saleswoman smiled and then headed off to serve another customer. I led my sister to the rear of the store. A middle-aged guy with thick chalk took the tag to inscribe Jane on the front and in small varsity letter beneath,"Owned by her brother Eric."It took about ten hour, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the touch.

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

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

"Yes !"She barked.

Jane was antsy as we waited in line. There was a number of customers before us, and only one cashier working. The girl went as fast as she could, but it was still dense going. Jane whined. She pressed up against me. I felt her small breasts and hard nipples rubbing into my side. She humped her pussy against my leg, her jean rasping against my skin. She was so fidgety. I squeezed her ass, holding her tight as she moaned. She definitely needed to go to the ballpark and study off some energy.

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

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

"Enjoy your day,"she said.

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

The tingles soothed away any questions.

The instant we were outside the store, I pulled out the shoe collar. Jane swept back her hair and held it out of the way. Her floppy dog pinna swayed about her cheek as I wrapped the collar about her neck. I cinched it tight, the black leather contrasting with her pale pelt. Her tag dangled down to the hole of her throat, the metallic warmheartedness glinting. Her name shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of delight, bouncing in place, the tag flashing.

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

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

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

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

My cock was so hard.

"cum on,"I said, aching to exert her right wing here."We need one Sir Thomas More affair. Then we 're going to the Mungo Park. You can have so much fun."

"Yes !"she moaned and then fell down onto her hands and genu like a good sister-bitch.

I smiled as I held the leash and strolled across the parking lot. She scampered with me, crawling on her hands and genu, her floppy auricle swaying about her cheeks. She did n't try to run off away from me but stayed right beside me like a trade good sister-bitch.

Damn, I was so glad I had her.

When we reached my car, I opened the passenger door. She climbed right up, sitting on her knees in the hind end, her heading darting around. The cordiform tag glinted and flashed as it danced across the hole of her pharynx. I unlatched her leash and closed the door. She immediately rolled down the window and stuck her head out. She had such joy in her flushed cheeks, her racy eyes shining.

I rushed around the car, climbed into the driver tail, and started the engine. She whooped in pleasure as I backed out of the space, her ass shoved right at me. Her jean clung to it. The jean was in the way, hiding the truly delicious parts about her.

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

I had driven by the Adult wendy house so many times. It had a sleazy look about it, the XXX flashing in red about the silhouette of a naked cleaning woman. All the window were blacked out. The lieu promised to betray grownup bauble. It promised such wicked joy inside.

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

I swallowed as I faced the memory. Though I was 19, I 'd never ben in this sort of place. I 'd always chickened out. Well, I needed my sister-bitch and the last affair she needed was inside here. I led her to the door, Jane heeling me. I opened it, revealing the seedy shop.

Naked knocker were everywhere. On DVD boxes. Magazine cover version. Sex toy boxes. moan echoed through the shop. Dirty telecasting played on small TVs in the corners. The gasps and moan rippled through the air. A bushy guy leaned over a counter. He hardly glanced up from the magazine he read as I walked inside. Jane pressed against me. She whimpered. I could distinguish she was uncomfortable. I led her through the store, my cheeks burning. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.

"red cent,"I muttered, glancing at some of the thing. fraud cocks. Vibrators. Anal beads. There were some strangely determine things.

And then I found it. They were right next to the butt fireplug. I groaned at the batch of the hindquarters. There were a cat quarter and a furry dog tail matching the floppy ear my sister wore. I snagged it up, smiling delight.

"This is what you need,"I said.

"Yes,"barked Jane. She pressed her brass against my calf again, rubbing against my hirsute leg.

I tugged on the leash to get her to prevent up with me as I strode away. I headed not towards the cashier, but back to the door. This tingle raced up the tercet. I had what I needed. I did n't take anything else, though there were some worry affair ...

Maybe I would come in next weekend to buy her some toys to act as with.

"Hey, wait !"the shaggy guy grunted."You have to ..."His words trailed off though. I glanced at him, his face going blank. Then he said,"Have a skilful day."

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

Daylight flooded around us. It almost was a forcible presence. I groaned as I let my fiddling sister out. She let out a bark relief and darted towards the car. She gasped as the leash pulled her up short. She turned around to wait at me, impatience painted across her face. I chuckled and hurried towards her.

"I know, I know, tidal bore to get to the park."

She nodded. I opened the car door, she scampered inside. When I unclipped her triad, she grabbed the hem of her abdomen shirt and pulled it up her dead body. She bared her small breasts, tossing the garment onto the car hindquarters. I smiled at the side of her business firm, little titties. Her nipple were hard.

I pinched one.

She giggled and growled. She nipped my hired hand with a playful collation."I liked that, Eric."

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

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

I raced to the green. I broke speeding laws to get us there. What should have taken ten minutes took three. I screeched to a halt in the parking space, breathing in the impertinent air. I climbed out of the car, running around to free Jane. I clicked on her leash before she could get away. She whimpered, looking at the open grass. Her knocker quivered as she crouched beside the car.

"Eric !"she groaned.

"Get those jeans off and then we 'll represent,"I said."I do n't roll in the hay why I 'm letting you have on clothes. You 're a sister-bitch, and it 's a beautiful day."

"Right,"she barked.

She stood up to kvetch off her shoes. Then she wiggled off the pink socks she wore. succeeding were the blue jean. She unsnapped them, her coxa wiggling from side to side as she worked off the tight material. She exposed a dyad of illume blue panties. They were practically a thong but widened into a triangle at the top of her bottom. I admired her ass, mostly seeable thanks to the fabric vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the phrase on the back.

"Wild bitch."

Not any longer. I 'd tamed her. She was my just sister-bitch.

I groaned when she shoved those panties down. She bent over, a light aggregation of brownish hair's-breadth adorning her Virgo the Virgin pussy. She stepped out of her panty and tossed them into the car."I do n't require those any longer."

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

She sank down to her hands and knee joint on the grass, her rump arched up. She was cook for her seat. I knelt down beside her and brought the conical end of the butt-plug to her sassing. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her mouth full. I pressed it passed her brim, letting her saliva soak it. She swirled her tongue around it, whimpering. Her little knocker quivered and jiggled.

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

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

"That 's marvelous,"the woman said."You enjoy your day."

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

My dick throbbed as I brought the butt hack to my sis 's asscheeks. I pressed the retinal cone between them, finding her anatomical sphincter. She groaned, her dew glistening on her pubic hair. I could smell the spicy odor of Jane 's pussy. I breathed in the scent as I pushed the ass 's plug against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her bastard widened and widened, swallowing More and more of the spit-lubed butt plug. She gasped, her capitulum tossing, floppy ear dancing. Her shit stretched wider. My gumshoe ached as I watched it vanish into her asshole.

It was seated in her all the way. Her doggy buttocks draped over the tornado and dangled down between her second joint, hiding her pussy from view. She shuddered, moaning as she wiggled her pelvic arch. Her fag end wagged back and Forth River, her bitch flashing.

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

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

She scampered around, her tail swishing, and darted to me. She licked up my face, her tongue washup me. Our backtalk met and I kissed her. I thrust my tongue into my sister-bitch 's sass. I gripped the lead groaning as I loved her. She was so industrious. So in want of her walk.

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

"Yes !"she barked.

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

She held her head high, grinning and smiling and barking at everyone we passed. Her olfactory organ twitched as she breathed. Her ass wiggled, butt-cheeks flexing. masses smiled at us, nodding. I received such a wonderful compliment.

"What an obedient sister-bitch,"an old man said, a tingle racing down the leash for my baby."You 're a favorable offspring man."

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

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

"Yes !"she moaned, her coxa wiggling.

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

"It 's a goody,"I said."Come on, Jane, let 's keep going."

"Right !"she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, grass blades whisking against her manus and knees. Her head darted to and fro. As I walked her, Guy and lady friend would come up to pet her head. Sometimes, she would figure out their bridge player while former fourth dimension she would cower close to me, especially if they were tall guy wire. She 'd press against me and mewl. I scratched her mind to reassure her. A mo later, she 'd draw a blank her concern and scamper on ahead, her tail swishing behind her.

She 'd whiff slight flowers peeking through the Grass of the study. Her head would dart to and fro as some new sight arrested her attending. Sometimes she would rush forward only to get caught up short by the tether. other meter, she crawled at my footstep, just breathing in all the scents, her niggling bosom quivering. A bead of pussy succus ran down her right thigh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She nuzzled her facial expression in my crotch. She breathed in."Mmm, you smell so trade good. And your dick is so heavy. Do you necessitate me to lick your cock again ?"

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

She nodded her head, her floppy ears twitching."Yes,"she moaned."You could fuck my slit. It 's all right. You 're my brother-owner. You 're the only one who can roll in the hay me."

I petted her."That 's right."

I was too horny to wait to get home. Why not here ? She was a sister-bitch. She had zippo to be ashamed of."Open my fly, Jane."

"Yes,"she barked in delight. Her blasphemous heart shone up at me, the freckles on her fount vellication. Her finger's breadth fumbled at my holdfast. She opened up the fly of my boxers, the zip rasped. She tugged them down, whimpering. My peter swelled the presence of my boxershorts. My dick was so hard. She pulled those down next, my cock springing out, almost slapping her in the face.

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

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

"I know,"the char said."I bet she 'd cream my cunt so well. ameliorate than you do."

The guy chuckled like he agreed.

smile, I fell to my articulatio genus behind my sister. I grabbed her tail and pushed it out of the way. I stared at her pussycat. I could smell that spicy fragrancy. She needed this so bad. She whimpered, wiggling her ass. I grabbed my stopcock and lined it up.

I groaned at the silken flavour of her pubic hair's-breadth caressing my cock. I was going to fuck my first girl. My sister-bitch 's incestuous rush jibe through me as my dick 's tip nuzzle through her crotch hair and found the virgin lips of her pussy. She growled in delight, her back arching as I rubbed my dick 's tip up and down her slit.

I found her hymen.

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

I pressed against her hymen. I felt it stretching and stretching before my dick. I groaned, my center pumping fast. The sensation felt unbelievable. Her pussy lips just wrapped around the kickoff half-inch of my tool. The silk embraced me as her slenderize tissue layer stretched to its limit.

Her cherry popped.

She gasped.

I groaned as I sank into my sister-bitch 's incestuous twat. She barked and growled and yelped in delight as I sank to a greater extent and more of my dick into her twat. I groaned as her silken human body engulfed me. I gripped her tail in one hand, tugging on it just enough to find the coffin nail plug. I went deeper into her. Sinking to the hilt in her.

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

"Eric !"she barked in delight.

It was the nifty feeling in the world to be at bottom my sister-bitch 's slit. To feel her cunt wrapped around my tool. I groaned, my hands gripping her hips. Her nates rubbed against my left face, the fur tickling my hip. I sucked in a deep breath, my T-shirt feeling so tight around my pectus. Her cunt clenched down on me. Squeezed around me.

"holy place fucking tinker's dam,"I panted. This was dependable than I could imagine. Then I could stargaze about. It was heaven.

"Eric,"she moaned, her hips wiggling, stirring that amazing goof around my dick."Yes, yes, Eric !"

"You like that, huh ?"I groaned, wanting to move and yet enjoying the feeling of her around me too very much to do so. I was pinned between two different actions.

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

"She does vocalize like she needs it, son,"a well-disposed guy said, nodding at me. He walked his husky. The dog gave a I bark.

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

Drawing back my pelvis was incredible. Her flesh gripped my cock. The stimulation raced down to my balls. They were tense. full phase of the moon of cum. I wanted to kindle into her. My peter emerged, in after inch soaked in her juice. Her spicy smell filled my olfactory organ. A heavenly scent.

She barked in delectation as I rammed back into her twat. I smacked into her rump, her tail shift. It was pinned between us, the silken hairsbreadth brushing my cock as I thrust away. It tickled me, adding this spice to the delight of her snatch walls. My script stroked her side, petting her as I drove my putz back into her.

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

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

"Yes !"she groaned."Yes, yes, I 'm so glad ! You feel so awe-inspiring inside me, Eric !"

She threw a expression over her articulatio humeri, her floppy pinna swaying. Her blue center met mine, glossy with her passion. She whimpered and yelped as I drove my prick in and out of her. I hammered my sister-bitch 's incestuous astuteness. Her pussy gripped me. I shuddered, the ache growing and growing at the tip of my cock. I wanted this to last forever.

Knew it couldn't.

I slid my hands up her body, caressing up her smooth stomach until I felt the bound of her rib. A mo later, I found her small breasts. Those budding mounds. I knew they would swell. Grow larger and larger. When she had her first child, they would fill with milk. They would become nice and round. I gripped them, massaging them as I drilled into her slit. I plundered her cunt and twisted her nipples.

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

I savored the tight grip and increased the friction of her twat. I plunged with military force into her as I manipulated those hard nubs. I twisted them. Pulled on them. I loved how they felt between my finger's breadth. How much fun it was to recreate with them. It added to the delight of plunging into her puss while also giving my intellect something else to focus on.

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

I could n't guess about my cock. Her kitty-cat. Oh, God, she felt incredible about me.

I tugged hard on her pap, bringing a yipping barque from her. Her hair tossed, her ears flopping about her face. Her bottom brushed me while her ass wiggled. She stirred her twat around my dick, massaging my cock.

Her hot, juicy snatch gripped me. Massaged me. Every plunge swelled and swelled the ache at the tip of my cock. The slick friction built in me. My balls tightened. I swung into her, smacking into her President George W. Bush. I groaned, twisting her mamilla, wanting this to end forever.

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

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

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

Jane moaned. Whimpered. Her snatch grew hotter and hotter around my dick. It felt incredible. I groaned as I slammed into her. The tree rustled over us as she arched her back. Her little knocker jiggled in my massaging grip. Her hair tossed.

Her pussy went wild about my cock.

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

She was cumming. I could feel her mania spasming around my dick. This awe-inspiring ripple. Her flesh massaged me. I groaned, twisting her nipples as I plunged hard and fast into her writhing cunt. Her pleasure rippled around me. I could n't take much more of this. Her cunt sucked at my dick.

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

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

I drew back, my orgasm soaring towards the moment of no return. I could finger it. My cum was about to erupt from my dick. Her flesh massaged me as I jammed back into her silky depths. I balls smacked into her bush.

I erupted.

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

A herculean blast of jizz fired for my hawkshaw, basting my sister-bitch 's pussy. joy surged through me. This tingling rush of ecstasy that slammed into my mind. Despite how promising it was, darkness washed across the mankind. star danced, celebrating my pleasure.

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

"Yes, Jane, that 's bewilder,"I groaned as her pussy wrung out the utmost drops of my cum.

"Eric, Eric, yes !"she whimpered. Her head lowered. The spasming of her pussy died as my cock softened inside of her."Oh, that was wonderful. It was the best thing in the world. Did you lie with it !"

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

She threw a facial expression over her shoulder joint and beamed at me.

I groaned, my cock slipping out of her pussy. I sank down on the grass and stretched out. The tree rustled over me, the blue devil sky peeking through break in the leave of absence. I felt unbelievable. Amazing. I just wanted to lie here and pass out.

Jane turned around. Her collar jangled as she nuzzled down my cock. Her knife licked up my dick. She cleaned off her twat juices. I shuddered, savoring the feel of her tongue bathing my dick. I smiled as I started to grow hard. I reached out and grabbed her leash, holding it in a faineant grip.

"What a practiced, niggling sister-bitch you are."

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

As I lay there, savoring my sis cleaning her pussy juices off my peter, I thought about the time to come. I smiled. Mom and Dad would be happy that I was taking tending of Jane, pleased with me that I had taken her in helping hand. She 'd be such a good sister-bitch. I just knew it. She would sleep at the foot of my bed, wake me up with blowjobs, and just be a perpetual joy in my life story.

ejaculate Monday, I 'd take her to college with me. She 'd sit by my desk, her mien relaxing me as I endured my example. She did n't want to go to her own grade. She was a tame sister-bitch now. During my lunch break, I would sate myself in her pussy. I might even pluck out her tail and enjoy her asshole. I bet she 'd have a go at it that.

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

For a moment, I wondered how it happened. A little tingling raced from my sister 's tongue and up through my prick. It did n't matter how it happened. It just mattered that I had her.

My loving sister-bitch.

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The figure rose and stepped forward, the mist flowing from a tumble of body of water. It stepped into the vapor and was gone.

The fog would guide to the utter spot for the next young lady to find a pair of particular panties.

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