Mind-Control pantie

write up cinque : Bad Girl 's Sexy penalization

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The human body was n't at its usual lieu to throw off a pair of its special foundation.

The nondescript physique slipped in through the crew at the number 1 Baptists Church 's clothes drive. The figure wove through the conservatively dressed crowd of people dropping off apparel in box, trash bagful, and sometimes liberate bundle. The articles were dumped onto tables to be sorted to be distributed to those with less and in need. The material body was inspired to result this pair of pantie here. It was the hone lieu for them.

They were muted compared to the endure few it had made. A self-colored black people of color, waistband trimmed in lacing, and with one unique lineament : they were crotchless. Lace also surrounded the slit in the panties'gusset plate, allowing gamy access to the pussy of the lucky girl who donned them.

Chastity Reynolds was a good young lady. The complete one for the step-in emblazoned with the all-capitalized letters, each one Theodore Harold White and boldface."Bad Girl"they read.

With a film of its carpus, the name dropped the panties into a cumulus of wear. Soon a girl, eighteen, would arrive to class them. By then, the figure would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

sexual abstention Reynolds, a dessert, blonde girl with her hairsbreadth falling in a long plait on her back, arrived to garner up the side by side load of wearing apparel to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by sizes and types. There were laundry baskets waiting behind her, make to receive the vesture as she processed them. She dumped her encumbrance on her sorting station, eager to aid her church provide for those with need in her residential area. It made her feel fulfilled. It gave the girl such a charge to be so helpful.

She froze when she came across the panties.

underclothes was not one of the matter that were asked for. Not used. If they came sealed in coterie, that was alright. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an galvanizing tingle raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lace. They were the gamey pair of panties she 'd ever seen in her life. The eighteen-year-old young lady shuddered, surprised by the liquidness heat bursting inside of her. The wanton wiz was something foreigner to the honorable missy. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lace on the gusset.

She gasped as she poked her digit through the twat in the crotch. They were torn, but deliberately. The sinless girl did n't empathize why individual would do that. What 's the point of wearing panties like these ? she wondered.

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

Those two words galvanized her mind. virtue was a good girl. Yes, she 'd gotten in bother, told a few fibs, tried to get out of eating her greens or not doing her homework, but she had never done anything truly bad.

She took her get-go whole step on that path as she balled up the pantie and shoved them into her skirt 's air pocket. She gasped at what she 'd done. She was stealing from the church service 's clothing drive.

impudence burning, she dove back into her sort, hoping to block she 'd done anything so wicked.

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sexual morality Reynolds

I stared at the pantie, my fingerbreadth stroking through the cunt in the crotch. It was all I could think about since I stole them yesterday at the vesture drive. I could n't believe I 'd done that. But those two words, Bad female child, just electrified me. They were so tantalizing. So at odds with everything that I was. Christians did n't steal. A Christian should n't want to weary something like this. And yet ...

I wanted to wear down them.

I squirmed, the heat rushing through me. It was Sunday, and I was back from dayspring service. I had changed out of my pink dress, standing only in my bra and panties now. I wanted to put on some daily clothes, to do my homework, and slacken around the firm before evening help. All I could remember about during church building service was the scanty.

What would it be like to wear a pair that did n't take a crotch ?

A shuddering, electrical tingle raced on my finger's breadth demanded that I don them.

impudence burning, I set the panties down on my bed and stood up. My small breasts quivered in my Stanford White bra. They were piddling A cups, not really needing the accompaniment, but a good woman wore her brassiere. That 's what mama said.

I hooked the waistband of my panty and rolled them off my hips. I was shocked by the sweet musk that filled my nozzle. I groaned, realizing the scent was coming from the wet warmth that had engulfed my pussy. I should n't cogitate of my vagina as a pussy, but I could n't serve it. Bad girlfriend had pussies.

Was I a bad female child now ?

I stepped out of my step-in and set them with guardianship on my bed. I grabbed the black pantie, the lace trim of the waistband caressing my fingers. I turned the span in my traction until they were facing the rightfield way. I stepped my aright leg through the capture hole. I groaned as I slid my provide leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The electric shudder intensified.

Everywhere the material touched me came alive. A crackling sensation surged up my branch and reached my pussy, increasing the molten heating. I let out a groan of wanton joy. I shuddered, my boob jiggling in my brassiere. I pulled the panties over my fundament, the sash riding low on my hips. My Virgo the Virgin sex clenched as a puckish adept rippled out of me.

I glanced down and saw my blonde pubic haircloth peeking through the panty'slit.

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

I had some training to do.

erosion only my bad girl pantie, I sauntered out of my bedroom. I yanked open my door, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hallway, a sway to my nubile hips I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my house breasts jiggling before me. My pap were so hard. I tweaked them. Right there in the hallway, I let out a wanton groan of delight as the prickling raced down to my pussy.

No one caught me.

I entered the lavatory and closed the door behind me.

"chastity, honey,"Mom said a pulsation later,"I 'm going out for a jog. You better do your homework."

I rolled my eyes as I heard mom 's stride pass. God, she was such a stuck up kick. Homework ? Eww.

I stared at myself in the mirror. My face was so plain and clean-handed. And what was up with this braid ? It was long. Cute. That had to go. I wrenched open a drawer and found a span of scissor grip. I unwound my braiding, my aureate ignition lock spilling around me. And then I took the scissors to them.

Snip. snipping. Snip.

My fuzz fell to the flooring, favorable strands fluttering to their death. I cut my hair at the shoulder, creating something that was so get at and wild. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my read/write head, watching my new ringlet dancing about my mischievous face. I loved it. I pursed my sassing, smiling. Mom would hate it. She thought woman should have long hair.

Not me.

I did n't care slipping out of the panties, but I had to plane. I thrust them down, gathered up the pink foam and my razor, then slid into the bathing tub. I threw my legs over the side of meat of the tub, feeling my blind drunk kitty sass parting. I could n't help but run a finger up and down my folds. I did n't have a maidenhead. I 'd transgress that riding my bike class ago.

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

I masturbated right then and there. The bathroom door was n't even locked. Dad could take the air in and trance me. He could see me being a bad, bad little girl. He could watch my fingers plunging in and out of my pussy. I stirred my puss up. He would stare at me with such a wanton lust and see that I was a mischievous thing.

A slut.

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

I sucked the sweetness cream off my fingers, loving the flavor, and set to work. I coated my pubic hair in pink froth and started shaving. I was n't afraid. Bad girls did n't get afraid. We acted. We took what we wanted.

We shaved our pussies to be wicked, wanton sluts.

I groaned as the razor raft across my spiritualist vulva. I tingled from my orgasm, getting rid of the pubic hair's-breadth only made me sense more and more sensible down there. When I turned on the faucet to wash away the foam, I almost came again. It was so acute. I held my puss against the rate of flow of water, feeling it pouring into my silklike depths.

"Daddy, daddy, yes !"I howled.

compassion he did n't prove up.

Dry and out of the bath, I pulled on my favorite twosome of panties. Now they felt aright to wear. I could feel the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the puss. I felt so wicked as I strolled out of the lav topless and headed back to my bedroom, my rosehip swaying from side to side. Why could n't daddy birth caught me ? Or even Mommy ? Maybe she 'd make me eat her pussy.

Mine tasted so in effect. I bet hers would sample divine.

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

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

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

I arrived at the mall, ready to shift my lifespan. I needed constitution, something that was forbidden by my female parent, a new press, and anything else that caught my eye. I smiled at any boy I passed, pursing my lips and letting them see the interest in my middle. They grinned and nodded to each other as they noticed me.

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

I sauntered into pinko chicness, the trendy clothing home I 'd always seen but never dared to enter before. My eyes flitted around, searching for the perfect thing. I spotted a short dungaree chick, the material looking like it would hug me sozzled. I snagged it off the wrack, and then I noticed a disastrous belly shirt that had no sleeve. I was a size 2 petite, so I grabbed the size 1. I wanted it tight. Smirking, I headed to the changing room.

I did n't hesitate to dismantle off my old wearing apparel. I left them in a lot on the floor. I did n't need those wearisome matter any longer. I ripped the ticket off my new jean skirt then pulled it up my legs. I shuddered as the jean rasped against my thighs. My pussy felt so excited, the air kissing my trim backtalk. I slid the jean dame up and up over my fundament.

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

I was so eager to find out.

I paused to steal my mightily hand underneath my skirt and skid my digits through the puss in my step-in'gusset plate. I stroked my juicy pussy lips, sending a wicked thrill through me. My naked breasts jiggled. I pinched a pap, oohing in delight. I shuddered and then pulled my digit out.

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

A prompt tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my head. I had to work it down, the cloth molding around my body. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding breasts, my small nipple outlined by the thin material. It clung to my pocket-sized titties, leaving nothing to the imagination. My aerodynamic, flat stomach was exposed, my cute navel just begging for attention. With my dead, wild hair, I looked so wicked.

"Girl, you are one hot kick,"I purred to my reflection.

Not giving any fucks, I opened the changing elbow room door and sauntered out like I owned these dress. I threaded my way through the fund, navigating the clothing racks. I did n't even peek at the clerk.

In here and now, I was past the detector and out into the stream of the plaza 's foot dealings. I sauntered to my side by side destination. My kitty clenched, a wicked thrill racing through me. I shoved my helping hand beneath my skirt right there as so strolled along, rubbing my twat. I stroked myself through the slit.

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

A wicked rush shot through me as I headed into bathroom and beaut Delights. It had a huge collection of physical composition. I was most occupy in some lipstick. I needed to do something about my pale, pink lips. I needed a vibrant nuance. I needed to announce to the world just who I was. My regard fell towards that forbidden incision. The place my mother never wanted me to go.

"Makeup is just lying about what God gave you, and you know where liar go, do n't you sexual morality ?"

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

I shuddered, heading towards the makeup. fervor flooded through me. I was just so bore for this. I reached the display, staring at all the different ace. There were so many vividness. So many dissimilar direction I could paint my lips. Some were pathetic. Why would I want to go with a slightly different shade of pink ? But there were other ones ... Bolshevik so bright they practically screamed prostitute. purpleness. They even had smuggled.

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

I grabbed the dark lipstick first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my skirt. The crotchless pantie were utile. I had a naughty place I could obscure things. I groaned as the narrow down tube of lip rouge pressed against my virgin cunt lip. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and profoundly. I groaned, blue ripple tingling down to my toes. My rose hip shook in my dungaree skirt, the denim rustling about my thighs.

"Oh, yes, yes,"I moaned. It was so wicked. I could just masturbate right here.

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

Grinning, I snagged up the heat yield Red, hating the name of the color but it was so ruddy. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the smuggled lipstick tube even deeper into my deepness. My back arched. My pap quivered in my belly shirt. My nipples throbbed so much. I stared up at the cap as the pleasure rippled through me. My pussy was so sensitive. I could n't expect to take my first cock interior of me.

Maybe I should let daddy fuck me for denting his car ? Ooh, I bet he had such a big hammer. He would fill me up more than than these lipstick tubes. I pulled my fingers away, loving how they were glutinous with my juices. I brought them to my wind, inhaling my sweet musk.

"God, I smell delicious,"I moaned.

I popped my fingers in my mouth. I sucked on them. My tongue danced around them like they were many prick, cleaning up my cream. Such a luscious thrill.

My kitty-cat clenched around the two lipstick tubes. I bit my lip, wanting to slip a tierce, but I was getting care about getting that start one out. My fingers could only make so far inside of me. Well, the two I had would be good enough for now. I could always shoplift again.

On the way out, I snatched some eye fantasm, palming the slender subject in my hand. I sauntered out, the tubes of lip rouge shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how wicked they felt. My face burned as the transport rippled through me. I gave the shop clerk, sitting bored the counter and staring at her earphone, a wave.

She gave a halfhearted wave back. She had no approximation I had a pussy wide-cut of her merchandise.

I burst into wanton giggles the moment I was out of the depot. I strutted into the current of the shopping centre 's client, my twat getting teased by those lipstick tubes shifting inside of me. I groaned, wondering if I could get along just from walking around with clobber buried in my zany.

That was something I had to line up out next.

I ducked into the ma'am room and fished out both vacuum tube of lipstick from my pussy. I had a slight hassle getting out the black thermionic vacuum tube, my fingers slipping on the smooth putz. I shuddered and groaned, the lace of the crotchless step-in massaging my knuckles while I stimulated my hot form. My clitoris ached and throbbed. With a concentrated Northerner, I wrenched out the naughty lipstick.

Both tubes were soaked in my succus. I decided to go with the red, dropping the black into my purse. Though I 'd never applied lipstick before, I nailed it. I coated my rim perfectly. They were just so bright and scarlet. It made me take care so foul. I opened the eye shadow, seeing a palette with several wraith on it. I selected a dark bluish-gray hue and swept it across my speed eyelids. They made my green deepness look so smoky.

I fluttered my cilium, loving the look. I was such a bad, bad miss. A naughty tremble raced through me.

make-up was done, It was time to get that sex toy. There was a intimate apparel shop that had a"personal massager"section. They sold them to relieve"female stress."I loved it. They also had a discreet selection of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly naughty ones you would find at a sex workshop, but I could definitely find myself my world-class vibrator.

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

I reached the plaything, smiling. My eyes flicked up and down them. There were a couple of organic structure and scepter massagers, packaged to look like traditional therapy items instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few admirer whose female parent had those. On the bottom shelf were the rightful sex toys. The vibrators that were shaped like slurred lance. A fleshy dildo made me smile.

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

I just shoved the toy up beneath my skirt.

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

My pussy mouth spread around it, my snatch stretching and stretching for it. My toes wiggled in my shoes. Wicked trembles raced through me as I pressed the vibrator deeper and deeper into my cunt. It was like nothing I 'd ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so much thicker than my fingerbreadth. Than the lipstick tubes. It kept going. It reached deeper and bass inside of me. I groaned, trembling on the verge of an orgasm. My eyes fluttered, my intimation quickened.

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

I groaned as I pushed the go inch into me. I savored it. I was so wonderfully full. Was this what it would feel like to let a cock in me ? I could n't wait to find out. I could n't wait to do it my first guy. I did n't make out who it should be.

My father ?

He was person a bad girl would shaft. He was at home. I did require to work up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the thick vibrator shifting around my pussy. I groaned, every step a wonderful joy. I moved through the stock, bold, not giving any fucks.

I belonged. I was n't doing anything wrong. Nope. Just ignore me as I stroll out with your vibrator shoved up my slit. These prickling raced through me, an electrified thrill seemed to spark from my new favorite panties. My digit fluttered as I sauntered out of the store into the plaza traffic.

"We need you to fare with us, miss,"an authoritative voice said.

My head snapped to the right to see the strong and marvelous form of a police officeholder advancing on me. He had dark hair, a thick mustache on his upper lip. His eyes were hard as he stared at me. My pussy clenched about the vibrator as I gave him a beguiling smile.

"Oh,"I said, playing it aplomb."Is there something damage, Officer ?"

"We just involve you to come with us, miss,"a second cop said. He was tall and broad-shouldered, a brown goatee framing his thick and powerful lips. He had a fade buzzed into the English of his oral sex, that heights and closely flattop. A shudder rippled through me, my pussy clenching down on the vibrator.

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

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

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

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

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

"girl, we 've seen the security footage of you walking out of pink chic in the skirt and top you stole off the wrack. I bet that 's not the lonesome thing we 're going to regain that you 've stolen."

"So do n't reject, miss,"said the officer with a goatee. His figure tag read Lassiter."It would be a ignominy to have to ... anguish such a pretty thing."

This wicked tremble ran through me as ship's officer Murphy pulled both my articulatio radiocarpea behind my back. He held my script together while he pulled out his handlock. I gasped as the first cuff slapped on my decently articulatio radiocarpea. I felt the stinging pain and then heard the ratcheting speech sound as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the other handcuff on my left wrist, binding my hands together.

I trembled, arrested like a dead on target bad girl.

"Oh, god, you have no thought of the repellent things I 've done,"I purred in the sexiest vocalisation I could. I could experience the pussy juices dripping out of me, A drop landed on the floor between my foundation. My cream must be running down the vibrator.

"Why am I not surprised,"said officer Lassiter."Little slovenly woman like you, dressed like that, thinks she can do whatever she wants. Well, misfire, just because you got a hot ass does n't mean you can develop the law. There are consequences."

"Punishments,"growled Officer Murphy.

I almost fainted in rapture.

The vibrator shifted around inside of me as the two cops marched me through the mall. Each one gripped my arm, their hands so strong. I trembled between them, but not in concern. My pussy only grew hotter and hotter. My clit ached, the lace of the crotchless panties brushing my little bud as I swayed my hips. My teat rubbed into the thin fabric of my crop top, sending wonderful chill down to my pussy.

They were both so strong. So youthful and powerful. I licked my lips, feeling the pliant content of the lipstick. My small breasts quivered, their eyes falling on them as they jiggled in my too-tight top.

Our journey ended at a small auxiliary police station for the mall. Just a little waiting elbow room no bragging than a bus stop, a place for a couple of copper stationed at the promenade to pass to on their breaks. It probably had a holding cellphone in there. I shuddered as Officer tater pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the gravid door. It creaked receptive, my bitch gripping the vibrator as a wicked tingle raced through me.

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

"Yes,"I moaned.

"We need your substantial name for the report,"Officer potato said, sighing.

"Then you 'll just have to make me blab out,"I moaned as they opened a second door onto a belittled interrogative sentence room. There was a metallic element table in there, a pair of chairs around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.

"Better pat her John L. H. Down,"said military officer murphy."You want to take high or low ?"

"high,"said police officer Lassiter."slovenly woman got herself a pair of courteous titties. Young and firm. I bet you 're not a day over eighteen."

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

I shuddered at the touch of a man on my breasts. My nipple throbbed as he massaged his palms into them. Gasps and groan burst from my mouth as I trembled there. My pussycat clenched so operose on the vibrator. I swayed, my centre fluttering, little stars dancing across my visual sense as an electric billow shot through me.

Officer Irish potato knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the fastener of my jeans skirt. With a hard Northerner, he ripped it down. He exposed my black step-in with their two words written in those bold, white letters. He chuckled, his manus stroking across the phrase.

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

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

"Well await at that,"police officer Irish potato said. He nudged the vibrator in my snatch, pushing it up inside me. I squealed and rose on my tiptoes for a second."I found what she stole out of A peeress 's supporter,"police officer Murphy said."She 's got a vibrator shoved up her cunt."

"Fucking snake pit. Eighteen and stealing sex toys, huh ?"Officer Lassiter grinned at me as he twisted my mammilla."I bet your parents are sooooo proud."

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

Officer Irish potato chuckled. He twisted the vibrator inside me for some rea—

"holy place nooky !"I gasped as the toy buzzed to life.

I trembled as Officer Lassiter twisted and played with my pap, massaging them as this unbelievable bliss surged out of my pussy. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like cipher I 'd ever imagine. My digit twitched as my entire body trembled.

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

"That 's what you wanted to steal, huh ?"Officer murphy asked, his fingers sliding around the buzzing shaft shoved in my bitch. His fingers stroked over my petal."Just wanted to get off, did n't you, Slut ?"

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

"Well, she 's definitely guilty,"said police officer Lassiter."Let 's get off all the stolen clothes."

I gasped as he did n't take off my crop top—how could he with my hands cuffed—instead, he just ripped the front open. The thin framework torus while the muscles in his weaponry bulged. My twat clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how unassailable he was. How herculean. I whimpered, realizing just how helpless I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whimper of delight fit from my sassing as my cute breast jiggled before me. Then I groaned as Officer Irish potato yanked down my bad young lady panties, sliding them down my legs until I was stepping out of them. I stood there naked, the vibrator buzzing in my twat. More drops of kitty-cat succus dribbled from the racy toy, splattering the cementum floor. My toes curled in my shoes as I whimpered and moaned, my headway tossing back and Forth. My poor, wild hair swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're guilty of shoplifting, Slut,"growled officeholder Murphy. His hand planted into the middle of my rachis and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the board, my pap kissing the cold, metal aerofoil. I gasped at his lastingness as he pinned me there. Being lost made me feel incredible. My digit flexed, my wrist joint pulling at the metal cuffs.

He twisted the base of the vibrator again.

"It can bombilate higher ?"I howled as it churned away inside of me. The humming intensified. iniquity already fuzzed the edge of my imagination. My climax built and built inside my blue cunny. My eighteen-year-old twat squeezed down on the amazing toy massaging my inside. My grab melted around it. I was—

SMACK !

sting painfulness exploded across my ass. My cunt clenched down so hard on the buzzing transport. The humming toy soothed away the stinging pain in the ass burning across my nates. I had n't been spanked since I was a little young lady, I wished my pop did it more often.

This was so exciting.

CRACK !

policeman Lassiter spanked his large-minded hand on my impart butt-cheek. That tremendous, stinging annoyance burned through me, only increasing the delight building my slit. The vibrator carried me towards my orgasm so fast. I was out of control.

savor !

"Such a naughty, fucking slut !"

CRACK !

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

relish !

whirl !

SMACK !

crack !

Their hands fell over and over. There barely was a hazard for the stinging pain to fade before the next spank landed. My pussy drank in the oestrus, transforming it into transport. It mixed with the buzzing delight rippling from that amazing vibrator. I whimpered and moaned, surging towards my orgasm.

smacking !

"Filthy loose woman !"

CRACK !

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

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

SMACK !

fissure !

My pussy convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after Wave of bliss flooded from my cunt. Tsunamis of ecstasy flowed through my consistence. The raptus drowned my creative thinker. Stars burst across vision while shadow rippled around the edge. My wrist pulling against the handcuffs, adding another flare pain to the powerful spanks landing over and over on my blue rump.

SMACK !

CRACK !

Juices flowed hot, down my second joint, gushing out around the vibrator churning me up. Its humming surged bliss through me that mixed with stinging pain, the two swirling together to create a storm inside of me. A tempest of sodding ecstasy. It swept through me. Electrified me. My firmly teat rubbed against the cold sword of the inquiry table.

"I 'm a bad young lady !"I howled, the pleasure rippling through me over and over. It did n't arrest. I just kept cumming and cumming. I could n't think it. I had no idea that one climax could splatter into another. My bodge masturbation had never delivered anything close to this bliss. This was the delight a bad daughter got to experience.

The stark raptus of being naughty.

SMACK !

CRACK !

"Oh my piece of tail God, yes ! sustain spanking me ! I 'm still bad ! Punish me ! I stole ! I 'm a wicked thief !"

"Goddamn, this minuscule slut has a set of lungs on her,"police officer Lassiter groaned."I think she needs something to exclude her up."

skag !

"What are you suggesting ?"asked police officer Murphy.

Instead of the next spank, I heard the rustling of clothing. I blinked as Officer Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the other face of the interrogation table from the early cop, naked, his dead body all hard brawn. He seized my short, blonde haircloth and yanked my head a few inches towards ...

His cock.

His peter bobbed before my mouth as it thrust before him. I opened full, swallowing his jibe as the vibrator churning up my convulsing bitch. My twat never stopped spasming around that vibrating toy, rapture after ecstasy sweeping through my body.

I shuddered as the starting time ever dick entered my mouth.

I sucked hard. My buttock hollowed about the cop 's pecker. Precum spilled salty across my spit. I whimpered, my burning ass clenching. This was so rampantly. So juicy. I nursed on him with such thirst, reveling in this moment.

I heard clothing rustling behind me. Officer Murphy was stripping naked now. He was exposing that powerful body of his. I just knew it. Would he eff my Virgo the Virgin pussy with his hard pecker ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my firstly dick while I sucked on another hammer ?

I gasped as policeman Murphy ripped the vibrator out of my pussy. I was suddenly so vacuous. I whimpered, needing something filling my twat. The pussy-coated, buzzing toy pressed between my butt end cheeks. Against my shit. Before I even knew what was happening, he slammed it into my virgin rectum.

My anal gang widened to engulf it. The buzzing rapture buried into my gut. A new bliss flooded through me. I whimpered around Officer Lassiter 's big prick, sucking firmly as I squealed.

Officer Murphy rammed his gumshoe into my spasming twat.

Another orgasm burst inside of me, my pussy writhing about the cock taking my virginity. I had my first-class honours degree dick in me. Thick and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my slick pulp as I squeezed my optic shut. Such delight filled me, buzzing out of my asshole, rippling out of my pussy, sparking from my nipples rubbing on the stale table.

"Goddamn, this slut knows how to suck hammer,"growled Officer Lassiter.

"You should try her cunt !"groaned Officer tater."I 've never been in pussy this tight. Barely effectual cunt is puzzle !"

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

It was incredible.

The pleasure just would n't end. Wave after wafture of delight rippled through me as the two bull punished me. Every time Officer tater slammed into my pussy, his crotch smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a slight bit deeper into me. My finger flexed, my wrists pulling on the cuffs. They used me. They fucked my nubile body with hunger.

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

I wiggled my hips, stirring my convulsing cunt around officer white potato 's big dick. I wanted the cop spurting into my pussy. I wanted to feel that hot jizz splashing inside of me. I moaned, sucking with such heroic hungriness on policeman Lassiter 's cock. humbug ran out of the corners of my mouthpiece, running over my chin.

"God fucking damn,"military officer Murphy growled as he fucked my pussy."That 's what you get for being a naughty, stealing cunt ! You get fucked !"

"I 'm going to flood your backtalk with my cum, you little whore !"His dresser swelled."You 're going to salute it all down, are n't you, Slut ?"

I squealed around his dick.

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

I sucked so hard. I wanted to drink his cum. I wanted to feel it spurting into my rima oris. I sucked with such feverish hunger. My asshole clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety flesh while policeman Murphy 's big stick rammed into my cunt. sexual climax after orgasm flooded through me.

It was the best in the humankind. Sex was awesome. My ass burned with every wallop of military officer Murphy 's genital organ. He spanked me every fourth dimension he fucked into my spicy cunt. I squealed, the handcuffs rattling as I trembled. My digit twitched. My picayune nipple drank in the cold surface of the interrogation table. The wanton sounds of my cock sucking amalgamate with the slap of physique on pulp. The wicked noises echoed through the small interrogative sentence room.

The copper grunted and groaned as they used me. They plowed into me from both sides. My heart squeezed shut, virtuoso dancing through the darkness. My brain drowned. How much more of this could I call for ? My pussy convulsing. Rippling and spasming. It was incredible.

"God fucking tinker's damn,"officer spud growled."What a tight cunt. Oh, god, I ca n't take much More of this pussy."

"ass cum in her twat ! Just flood the little whore !"military officer Lassiter gripped my hair, pulling on it. trouble flared in my scalp."Yes !"

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

I loved it.

My pussy spasmed harder. My cocksucker rippled around the buzzing vibrator. I squealed as the jizz spurted and bathed my face. I opened my backtalk wide, thrusting out my natural language. A wondrous small fry splashed right on my lingua. The salty pleasure melted through my gustatory modality buds.

"Yes, yes, yes ! !"I howled."Cum on my case ! Use me like a shtup whore !"

"God fucking damn,"military officer Lassiter panted, his muscular chest rising and falling. He sank down to the chair, his look flushed."Jesus, you know how to blow a cock."

"The fucking slattern smuggles vibrators up her twat ! What did you require ?"Officer tater slammed deep into me."Fuck !"

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

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

His balls smacked into my clit.

pleasance exploded through me as his cum jetted into my twat. I felt his cacoethes splashing against my depths. My pussy writhed about him as he unloaded jet after squirt of jizz. The acute waves of transport swept through me as a man filled my nubile cunt with his seed.

I reveled in it. As ship's officer Lassiter 's juices dripped on my face, my cunt milked police officer Murphy 's dick dry. His paw squeezed my hips, gripping me as he grunted with each bam. I loved it. He was filling me with all his jizz.

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

Officer Lassiter chuckled.

"Goddamn, you are—"

The door opened, cutting off Officer white potato.

"What are you two ..."The recondite voice of the neophyte trailed off.

I glanced over my shoulder to see a hulking, Black cop with a plane head. He stared at me, middle narrowing. officeholder Murphy ripped his dick out of my spasming kitty-cat, the vibrator still buzzing away in my arsehole. His jizz leaked out of me and dripped down my thighs.

"Just dealing with a shoplifter, Mac,"Officer murphy said.

Though he called the black cop"Mac,"his name tag record Officer President Washington. The black cop stared at me."What did the little hussy steal ? Your cum ?"

officer Irish potato chuckled."The dildo buzzing away in her dickhead, the apparel on the story, and who knows what else. She was on a little offense spree before we caught her."

"Good thing you found her and stopped her,"officeholder Booker T. Washington said, unbuckling his gun bash."She had anything but that vibrator shoved up her asshole ?"

"Nope,"I moaned.

SMACK !

My ass stung from policeman potato 's spank as he grunted,"Shut up, Slut."

military officer Washington chuckled."She is a distasteful, piddling skank, is n't she ?"

"That she is,"ship's officer Lassiter said."And, no, her asshole has n't been fucked."

"Yet."The inscrutable gang fight of officer Evergreen State 's words made my bowels clench around on the buzzing vibrator.

I trembled as he stripped defenseless, revealing a broad body, heavily muscled. He had black-ink tattoos that almost vanished into his ebony skin. I gasped when he shoved down his pants. He had a monstrosity of a dick. He dwarfed both the White cops and the vibrator churning up my asshole. How could that even fit in me ?

I wanted to rule out.

"face at her wiggle,"said Officer American capital."Little, flannel slattern wants my big, Black cock reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

SMACK ! !

"I told you to be serenity,"growled officer Murphy.

I shuddered as the Black cop moved closer. A unholy thrill shot through me. He was going to overindulge that massive tool up my prick. I groaned, my fingers flexing. I was cuffed. There was absolutely nothing I could do to turn back him. It made me so wet. Cum leaked out of my pussy as it clenched, aching to be filled again.

It wanted to do such naughty, naughty things.

"Goddamn, she is eager for it,"Officer Washington growled.

"What you expect ?"policeman Lassiter asked. Then he chuckled.

"Bet her pop loves her,"policeman Murphy said."Bet she sucks his cock every night."

I would. Right beneath mommy 's nose. I 'd be such a bad, bad girl.

Officer Washington ripped the vibrator out of my son of a bitch and tossed the buzzing toy to the floor. It skittered and hummed, rattling as the engine kept churning away. I was suddenly bereft of all sensation in my let down half. My asshole clenched, my dead body shaking. I became so cognisant of the cold tabular array beneath my consistence. My small titties drank it in, my mammilla throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so gear up for it.

Strong hands grabbed my shank. They were Brobdingnagian, practically wrapping around me. I gasped as the dark man lifted me up. He held me, my pilus dangling before me. A dip of cum fell from my chin and splattered on the table. He pressed his tool between my butt-cheeks. He moved me, sliding my cranny up his putz until his tip pressed into my dickhead. It was a midst, blunt cockhead.

I whimpered.

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

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

My arsehole flared in pain as it stretched widely enough to take his huge, Black dick. He lanced so cryptic in me. My intestine clung to him, this burning hotness rippling through me. I bucked and squirmed, my lilliputian titties jiggling beneath me. The cop grunted as my butt-cheeks pressed against his genitalia. I could feel his wiry pubic hair.

"Goddamn, tweed girl ass is the best."

I just whimpered, drooling, cum and spittle falling to the table as I moaned. It was incredible. My pussy was already spasming. Another orgasm rippled through me, my asshole celebrating his monumental pecker filling me. Only a bad young woman could take a cock that immense back there without flinching. I rippled and writhed about them, squirming my hips, stirring myself around them as I dangled in his grip.

He gripped my waist tight and then fucked me up and down his cock like a support sex toy. Like I was his personal Fleshlight. I gasped and moaned, his dick pumping in and out of my asshole. My writhing flesh gripped him, the rut flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the other two copper watched and chuckled. My moans echoed through the interrogative sentence elbow room, my passion rippling about us. It was incredible.

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

Bright sparks exploded across my sight. My head tossed back and Forth. I groaned and gasped as he fucked me up and down his turncock faster and faster. I could feel his strength, his large fingers holding me. He practically encircled my waistline with his two hands. The world swung around me as he used me.

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

"All the Patrick White sluts do. They love my big, blackness dick stretching out their stringent holes."

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

My slit convulsed, juices and cum spilling down my thighs. My handcuffs rattled. It felt so puzzle. I gasped and squeaked and moaned as he worked his putz in and out of my asshole. I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling, my pleasure rippling about his tool. This was the best in the world. I never wanted this to end.

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

The pleasure burned through my thoughts. An ecstatic blaze devouring everything. His every plung in my asshole sent new piece of paper of fire racing through me. I burned. Ecstasy consumed me. I howled. Shivered. This was beyond any sensation I could imagine. I was just his sex toy. His living fuck doll.

Then he fucked me.

As he slammed me down his cock, his pelvis rammed forward. I gasped at the shocking spank, painfulness flaring across my rump. I bounced forward, my bowels sliding up his stopcock as his branch held me loose now. It was like I was a swing. His pelvic arch plowed into me hard now. He pounded my asshole with even more vigor.

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

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

more than orgasms than I could reckon blazed through me. They roared from one to the other, XTC enrapture in walking on air and euphoria all swirling in a firestorm of passion. Darkness swallowed my vision. I howled. It was too much.

My sess could n't take it.

"God fucking damn !"the cop roared.

The inkiness cop 's mettle fired in my asshole. Dimly, at the edges of my knowingness, I felt the jolts of jizz pumping into me again and again. These hot stream of spunk basted me. I trembled, loving him. My whoreson writhed, milking his tool as he grunted.

I swayed through the dark. The rapture buffeted me from every slope. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in ecstasy. I felt something assuredness against me. My asshole was vacate, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the interrogation board before me.

He fucked me so hard I 'd fall back it. Only a bad girl could receive that.

"Goddamn, what a slovenly woman,"panted officer WA."That was a workout. Her ass was tighter than a bankers fist."

"Only interrogative, what are we going to do with the little cyprian ?"said Officer murphy."Still do n't know her name. We got to drop a line this up in the report somehow."

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

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

"True,"I said, straightening. So much of police officer Washington 's cum leaked out of my asshole. It ran down to my pussycat, mixing with officeholder Irish potato 's. military officer Lassiter 's jizz still stained my face."What 's gon na happen when your superior find out you all fucked me. Are you going to claim that I 'shoplifted'your cum out of your ballock ? That I got it in a Meleagris gallopavo baster and just squirted it up in all my holes."

"We 'll clean house you up,"said Officer Washington, his interpreter growing stiff.

I laughed. My handcuff chain rattled."We both know that forensics will find even the petite hint of your jizz on me. Your DNA. How long will you be going to jail for molesting an distaff prisoner ?"

Officer Lassiter swallowed.

"Or, you can let me go. I 'll be exceptionally grateful. Just ideate all the other fortune you will get to enchant me being blue. You 'll have to larrup me. Tie me up. fucking me."I shrugged."You ca n't do that from prison house. Unless you want to be the one getting fucked."

"God fucking damn,"ship's officer capital of the United States groaned."Why does a lady of pleasure always know when she has you by the nut ?"

I winked at him.

It was n't long before I was sauntering out of the mall 's diminished police post wearing my bad female child panties, the vibrator shoved back up inside my cunt. I wore one of their constabulary tee shirt, feeling naughty that I had their section logotype printed across my petite tits. It was sized for a kid, so it fitted me like a endorse skin. It showed off everything. I was going to enjoy being a bad girl.

Daddy would bang the new me. And so would all the other boys.

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