Mind-Control Panties

Story quaternion : Nubile show-off joy

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to shadowmansc for Beta reading this !

The physique rode the escalator to the third floor of the mall were pocket-sized, but trendy, clothing store lay. The variety of position that nubile, coed girls preferred to frequent. Just the variety of billet the figure wanted to provide its particular panties.

No one noticed as the figure passed through the certificate detectors that flanked the depot 's incoming. Nor did anyone pay attention as the public figure moved through the storehouse. Though out of situation, the public figure was also nondescript. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the garish, tie-dyed panty in slender fingers, it drew no attention. As the figure passed the display of other panties, a smile spread on its lips. Soon enough, the wild panties would attract the redress lady friend.

Karen Greene.

With a motion picture of its carpus, the figure deposited its special conception, leaving behind the risque surprisal that would find untested Karen.

Minutes later, after the material body had slipped out of the shop, Karen entered, her middle flicking around at the clothes. She often wandered into the shop, staring at the trendy, and even naughty, clothing with enviousness. Not that she 'd ever had the bravery to fatigue anything that revealed so practically flesh since she was a bridesmaid for her first cousin 's wedding ceremony. Despite her florescence body—her breast were round and limber in her plain bra on beneath her baggy perspirer, her legs toned, and her rear bubbly—she did n't hold the military posture to show off her figure.

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

Her green eyes flicked over the clothing while her black pilus swayed about her shoulders. She would suspire from metre to clip, spotting a skirt or a blouse or a besotted pair of denim with a heart sewn on the back pocket that she ached to fag. She wished she could muster the courage. She would swallow while rubbing her sweaty palms on her sweatpants. She ached to empathise why she feared to bear witness off her body.

oceanic abyss down she knew why. It was the male child. She did n't recall she was gay since she did n't precisely find son disgusting. She just did n't require to hold their attention. She 'd never made the connection to her shyness, but when she was younger, a boy named Oscar had ripped down her skirt and panties, exposing her on the schoolyard playground. That overplus had stayed with her, the memory of all those boys pointing and laughing at her as she struggled to draw and quarter up her clothing and hide her childish eubstance.

A decade later, the excited cicatrix still held her back.

She sucked in a breather when she saw the panties. They were so bright, almost glowing. They were a swirl of every hue imaginable, a tie-dyed masterpiece that almost mesmerized her. Her vibration hired hand reached out to fondle the cotton/polyester blend. She stroked the framework until she came across the word. Each varsity letter was a different vividness. Bright-blue, neon-green, hot-orange, tacky purple, sun-yellow, fuchsia, teal, cherry-red, and hot pinko. Together they formed the word that made her shudder.

Colorful.

frisson raced through her as she caressed each letter of the alphabet. The galvanic chill settled through her eubstance, hardening her pap and turning her pussy into molten wetness. Finally, she 'd found the courageousness to buy something.

She snatched up the panty and rushed up to the hard currency register. The salesgirl smiled and nodded. It was sort out she approved of Karen finally buying something. Neither of them noticed that cipher rang up on the register when she scanned it nor that Karen only mimed giving any money. Both, however, seemed to intend a legal transaction had occurred.

The pantie were slipped into a discrete, brown bag with the storage 's logo printed on the side in cunning purple. With her prize clutched before her, Karen scurried out of the mall.

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Karen Graham Greene

The adjacent day, I stared at those colorful panties. I shuddered at finally finding the courageousness to buy something loathsome. Something better than the plain, boring panties I always wore. No one would know, of course, but I would at to the lowest degree have made a pace to escaping my shyness. I wanted to arrange like the early girls. I did n't want to forever be gossiped about as being the burgeoning old maid. I was nineteen. I should n't be afraid to show off a little flesh.

I hoped this would be the start.

Just so long as Oscar or Jermaine or Brian did n't yank down my wench.

I shuddered, remembering that embarrassing day a decade ago on the playground of my simple school. Sometimes, it seemed like those three boy had followed me as I grew up, salivating to see my naughty theatrical role again. Well, I was in college. If they tried anything, they would be in trouble.

assurance soared through me. I grabbed the almost mesmerizing panties, the blend of hues merging from one rattling shade to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the tingle raced up my legs. This electrified rush preceded the cotton wool panties as I pulled them higher and mellow up my thighs. I groaned, my bare breasts swaying and jiggling. My nipples puckered hard while a molten heat formed deeply inside of me.

I felt so naughty as I seated the panties against my Black person George Herbert Walker Bush. The cloth gripped my rump, hugging it sozzled than any former pair of underwear ever had. They rode humbled on my articulatio coxae than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my President George W. Bush to peek out of the waistband. I shuddered, a naughty ripple rushing through me.

I would be colorful today.

That meant I had to find the perfect getup. I darted to my wardrobe, my firm breasts heaving before me. I thrust it open, staring at the collecting of my vesture. I had to have something that held some amount of money of sonority. A nervous whimper groaned from me as I pawed through my water closet, the wire hangers rasping against the wooden dowel pin. I slid article after article of clothing out of the way.

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

Now ...

I pulled it over my head. I gasped as the tight material caressed my hide before sliding over my breasts. Over my nipples. I groaned at the fabric rubbing against my nubs, that wicked sensation rushing throughout my body. My middle fluttered and my pussy clenched in abject delectation. What a wonderful sensation. Almost as commove as masturbation. I felt juices soaking my coloured step-in as I pulled the tight, pink blouse down over my stomach. It left a few inches of hide exposed and my nipples clearly stood out.

It was such a bold matter to wear.

I loved it.

"Now to receive the pure chick,"I said, racking my brain for one.

After a second, an idea struck me. I had a nuptial garb that I had to wear for my cousin 's wedding last year. The wench was so shortstop. I 'd almost faint when I had to wear it. And who had ever heard of a bridal dress that came in two small-arm ?

My cousin-german was Wyrd.

Her wedding dress had shown off so much of her flesh, her tumid white meat almost spilling out of the top. She was brave. Luckily, I still had my getup. The wench was in the garment bag buried in my closet. The green skirt would search so sexy with its satin shimmer attracting as practically attention as my top.

I found the garment bag and unzipped it, unveiling the skimpy getup held inside. I beamed as I pulled it out, reveling in the way the skirt had this sleek flavour to it. It was clearly made of satin, something too very well to normally bust to college. I wanted to be sheer. Colorful. I wanted everyone to look at me.

A giddy spate rippled through me, an electrify tingle rushing out of my kitty as I stepped into the skirt. The fabric rustled as I drew it up my thigh, my breast jiggling in my tight top. I groaned as I drew the cloth over my step-in. It was such a ignominy to hide those colorful delights.

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

Sighing, I headed downstairs, my dame swirling about my thighs, my breasts bouncing in my hot-pink top. I hit the hall and rushed down them towards the movement door. My mother peeked out of the life room, wrapped up in a purple neglige. She said,"Karenic ... My, that 's, um ... an interesting outfit."

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

"What has gotten into you ?"she asked as I wrenched open the front door.

"I just want to be bold. To finally shed my cocoon."

"well, I 'm gladiolus. I was getting a piddling concern about you."

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

My kitty-cat tingled with such excitement as I strolled to my college. I did n't belt along forward with my shoulder slumped, my weapon system almost hugging me as if I did n't want the passing cars and bicyclist to point out me. That I did n't want the former pedestrians to realize I was sharing the pavement with them.

Today, I sauntered with my back straightaway. I was practically thrusting my round of drinks, firm knocker out before me. They bounced while my satin skirt swirled around my second joint. The green textile had a rattling shimmer, almost rippling with varying hues of emerald. My black hair danced about my look, my packsack bouncing and my bag swing. I had such a excursion to my step.

"Damn, is that you, Karenic ?"asked Oscar as he approached from a side street. He was a tall guy was unretentive, brown hair. I smiled at his sinewy build, his shoulder joint broad. He was on the football team, his chin chiseled.

"Yep,"loving his attention.

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

I was practically skipping now. I felt Oscar behind me, his eyes tracking the flowing movement of my dame. My contraband hair bounced about my shoulder, brushing my pale skin and the pink textile of my blouse. My pap tingled, naughty jolts and zaps shooting down to my pussy. My inadequate pantie were just so wet.

It made me feel so loathly and naughty.

A part of me just wanted to riffle up my skirt him how aphrodisiacal my panties were. The whim grew and grew as I approached my college. I strolled up to the battlefront room access and shuddered as other boy noticed me.

Jermaine 's jaw dropped as I passed him. The tall, black guy rubbed his big, dark-skinned hands together. The sun glinted off his shape-smooth principal."Goddamn."

I beamed.

"Is that Karen Henry Graham Greene ?"Brian asked, a guy with shaggy, blond whisker who stood side by side to Jermaine."The nookie happened to her ?"

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

"Uh-huh,"Oscar grunted as he joined them.

I rushed up the cementum steps to the front line door, my annulus swirling. This was the time. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top whole step, my hired hand casually grabbed the material of my doll. I gave it a nimble jerk, making the fabric flare up seemingly on its own. For a brief instant, my tie-dyed scanty flashed for all the world to see, those colourful letters on display. The guys groaned while I smiled in joy.

My skirt settled down around me as I vanished inside the doorway. I ached to touch myself.

All the boys were staring at me during the day. I loved their care. But as the classes went by, their feel and hungry gazes started to dwindle. They still smiled at me, but they were getting used to me. I was colorful, but, honestly, it was only two different nicety. pink and common were exciting, but my whisker was such a bland disastrous, my purse was brown, and my rucksack just felt ugly.

I had to go shopping after classes were over.

After quickly masturbating my juicy slit to a mind-numbing climax in the girls'bath, I headed to the mall, back to the memory that gave me the courage finally dressed boldly. I needed a new bra, new top, new skirts. I needed accessories.

The one thing I did n't need was new step-in. I would wash off these tonight and hold certainly they were new and ready for tomorrow.

I swept through the stock like a hurricane. I called my female parent to let her know I was using the acknowledgment card she 'd given me for emergencies. I told her I was buying a new wardrobe, and she was thrilled. She told me not to worry about spending too a lot, but to make myself happy. She was such an awesome mom.

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

When I got home with my new supply, I was so wet. I threw all my new clothes on my bed, spilling out all the colourful cloth across my sheet of paper. I rolled around on them nearly naked. I rubbed my pussy to another sexual climax as I buried my cheek into my new neon-green bra. I smelled the fabric while stroking my finger's breadth up and down my panties, pressing the fabric into my virgin twat.

My juices soaked through my panties. They coated my fingers. I screamed out my orgasm into the bra, cumming in mere seconds. I was just so excited for tomorrow.

I had trouble sleeping that Nox. I was just so activated. I was energized. I had thrown my panties in the airstream before going to bed, then I snuck out to put them in the drier so they 'd be ready for me in the morning time. Since I was bursting with vim, I decided to take aim the metre to get my haircloth done. Negro would n't do at all.

I needed to be coloured.

First, I had to bleach out my whorl. It took two soakage with the atomic number 1 hydrogen peroxide to get my tomentum fire up enough for what I wanted. Then I went to work. I dyed the right half a burnished cotton-candy wild blue yonder. The leave behind side I made cherry. Such a bright and unnatural wraith. They looked so exciting together as they tumbled around my pallid typeface. So much in effect than that olive drab, natural hue.

I had to be colorful for all the boys.

By the sentence my pilus was dry, my alarm clock was going off. I was eager for college. I gathered my half cotton-candy-blue and half-cherry-red hair into Twin pigtails. They fell down to my articulatio humeri in falls of bright beauty. I loved it. I grabbed my new wearable, starting with a green bra that I had rubbed against my fount as I masturbated to my wonderful coming. I slipped it on and settled my youthful breasts into the cups.

I was giddy with excitement as I seized the bright-yellow crop top. I pulled it over, the thin, stretchy textile leaving my middle bare. It was so low cut it showed off the strap of my bra and the top of the inning of the cupful. The gloss were so grand to show off. humming, I stepped into my tie-dyed panties, drawing them up as that tingle rippled through me. I could n't avail but shake my backside at my mirror, reading the letter of the alphabet despite them being backwards.

COLORFUL

Just thinking it made me squeal, my kitty-cat already soaking my pathetic pantie. I grabbed my new skirt, a deep, rich plum. I stepped into it and drew it up my pegleg. It hung low on my coxa, showing off the top my scanty to anyone, allowing the debauch of colors to be seen. following, I grabbed my hot-pink, knee-high socks. I pulled them on, loving the way my toes wiggled inside the knit-cotton embrace. Those don, I could n't help but bounce around my room. I was bright and vibrant.

Everyone would find me.

I snagged my back pack, a garish orange, and my new purse that was a delicious subtlety of bluish green. I slid my feet into a distich of cryptical, orange red dog before darting out of my bedroom. I rushed down the stairs, my bold hair dancing about my cheek. I felt so excited. My breasts heaved in my new bra and in my decollete top. I reached the bottom and darted for the front door.

"Oh, my gosh, Karen,"Mom said from the living room, wearing the same boring, imperial star sign robe as yesterday. It was only one semblance. How dull."You really went ... all out."

"I 'm just so happy,"I said, wrenching open the front room access."All the boys are going to remark me today."

"I think NASA will notice you from quad on their satellites,"Mom said."Well, I 'm gladiolus to see you out of that shy phase. Have fun at college."

"I will,"I called and then darted up the door and rushed to the sidewalk.

I skipped to my college. My pigtails bounced. My breasts bounced. My skirt bounced.

The textile swayed back and Forth River, flashing glimpses of my scanty. It was so scant that it would pick out about aught to get a peep at the tie-dyed delight beneath. I turned so many point with my vibrant showing. Drivers watched, rubbernecking as they passed me. guy wire groaned at the peck of me, their eyes following the progress of my untried and nubile body.

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

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

He shook his head, his mouth half open.

I felt his middle on me all the way to my schooltime. He could n't look away. He wanted me so bad. I grinned, my pigtails dancing about my shoulders, my rucksack bouncing on my rear, my bosom heaving. They wanted to escape my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow crop top. more and more son were following me as I approached my college. Keith, a favorable guy with glasses, pushed them up as he stared at me. Jermaine let out another groan, his hired man rubbing across his shaved-bald head. Brian shook his shaggy-coated head of hair of pilus as he groaned in delight.

I had their undivided attention.

My pussy was so juicy. My mammilla were so difficult. I wanted to jack off right there in the hallway. When I sat down during my year, I kept my legs spread all-embracing so everyone can see that moistness spot growing the crotch of my tight-died panties. I twirled my pigtails, twining colourful lock chamber around my fingerbreadth while I licked my purple lips.

It was also amazing. So wonderful. But, as the day wore on, I noticed the boys were getting used to me. Yes, they were still looking at me, but they were n't drooling over me. They were also noticing some of the former young woman. I wanted the son'undivided attention.

I wore so many colors. What could I do that was better than this ?

I thought about that as I masturbated in the bathroom after class. My little gasping moans echoed around me as I tried to imagine the perfect outfit to control their attention forever. And then it hit me. I remembered coming across this interesting Twitch epithelial duct. On it was such a beautiful, young cleaning lady that made my pussycat smell so tingly. She showed me a way I could make myself colorful.

After my climax, I googled where I could buy what I needed. Once again, I used my mom 's parking brake citation card to buy the provision. My purchases were laboured, weighing me down as I rushed nursing home, still attracting so much attention to my bluff and vibrant turnout. I was so aegir for tomorrow. I was so gear up to transform myself.

When I got home, I masturbated three times just thinking about it. My pathetic, little virgin pussy was just so sore. I set my alert clock to go off super early, and then passed out in exhaustion.

I dreamed in colors. A ceaseless kaleidoscope of reds, amobarbital sodium, putting green, pink, yellowness, orangeness, purples, turquoise, sunshine, flame, Chartreuse, atomic number 47, gold, aquamarine, violet, azure, crimson, and color that I did n't even make out the names for filled my imagination. Colors that could n't exist in the real world.

The clamor tones of my alarm system clock snapped me out of sleep. I bolted upright, smacked it off, and flew out of my bed. I snagged my two shopping bags, the supplies clinking inside as I darted naked out of my way. I burst into the bathroom.

I had three hours to turn myself into the most colorful young lady ever.

I dumped out my supply upon the bathroom counter, the small jars of body paint rattling together. I 'd grabbed as many different hues as I could. I started wrenching open the lid, the waxy scent filling my nose. The paints were all non-toxic. It was designed to be rubbed on your skin. To cover you.

I shuddered as I stared at my defenseless form in the mirror. My bout breasts quivered, my pinko nipples thrusting out hard. My skin was the Saami pale-beige tone with the occasional freckle and that mole on my hip. I was all so deadening. I had to be peculiar.

I plunged my fingers into the low gear shade. It was a lustrous neon green. I coated my digits. I shuddered as I smeared it right on my belly. I groaned at the liaison. I worked it around, leaving a fun vortex.

I smiled at the feel of it on my skin, the paint coating my consistency. It hugged me. My odd paw darted into a nursing bottle of deeply scarlet. I scooped up a nice glob of both digit and attacked my get out breast. I rubbed it into my bod while a sinful quiver raced through me. I groaned as I covered my nipple in the naughty physical structure paint.

My grin only grew as I attacked my flesh with more of the color. I rubbed bright Orange River onto my other pap, completely covering that boring pink. My smile grew as I slathered a bright plum across my brow and then smeared a blue-green delectation down between my bosom. My fingerbreadth grew sticky with paint. It splattered across the counter as I worked in a hysteria of creative activity. I just let my instincts go.

I wanted to create a tableau.

I wanted my torso to be the like debauchery of tie-dyed coloring as my panties.

I groaned as I rubbed bright chickenhearted across the lips of my pussy. I shuddered, trembling. I was so glad I 'd shaved my pussy live on dark. It was all gone. No awful, black hair to get in the way of the wonderful yellow coating my vulva.

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

I slathered pink and blue and glittering gold on my rump, working my hand into my immobile butt-cheeks to make a wicked portmanteau word of people of colour. I worked silver and goldenrod and a wonderfully cauterize umbra across my face. I coated my neck. My thigh had a dozen dissimilar spook each, blending and swirling together. I coated my toes. The so of my foot. I strained to rub blues and yellowness and red ink and oranges across my spine.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my body from right and left, my raw breasts bouncing and heaving with every movement. They were so firm and perky, both beautiful with a wild whirl of colouring material reaching up to my strong nipples. As the pigment dried it gripped my skin. It felt so wonderful around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most colourful girl in the cosmos. Every boy would notice me now. They would see my tight slit painted burnished yellow, my left nipple that terrific shade of red, and my right nipple a bright Orange. The mix of hue covered my breast would draw in their regard as they bounced right and left. It all ruffle with the dye in my hair's-breadth. male child who saw me from seat would see my butt-cheeks ripple and jiggling as I sauntered down the halls, hypnotizing them with the portmanteau of bright hues.

My pussy juices ran down my thigh. Luckily, the paint required scoop to come off. My pussy pick would n't melt it away. It would, however, add a delicious glow to the kaleidoscope of hues decorating my inner thighs.

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

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

I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my multi-colour knocker bouncing and heaving, air human foot smacking on the stairs. My tongue licked across my lips, tasting the waxy smack coating them. I hit the bottom of the stairs and rushed for the door.

"Oh, Karenic, wow,"my mom said from the living room. She was wearing that same, old, boring household robe. Purple again ? If she was only going to jade one color at a time, she could at least pick a different one each day.

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

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

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

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

I almost caused dealings stroke as I headed to my college. I was so colorful cars were drifting into other lanes they stared at me. brake system squealed and motor horn honked. Some even climbed out of their cars to gaze at me in awe. Pedestrians, men and char alike, gaped at my body. The adult female had such envy in their eyes, knowing they would never be as bright and coloured as me while the men salivated. They rubbed at their crutches, squeezing and kneading their tough cocks. That was how I knew I had their full attention.

"Fuck me,"Oscar groaned when he saw me."holy place fucking shit, you are a study of art, Karen."

I grinned at him as I sauntered down the street. My stark infantry smacked on the cement sidewalk while my hips swayed, my ass flexing and jiggling. I felt his eye studying the swirling chromaticity covering both my butt-cheeks.

I had such a powerful aching when I reached my college. I was so ruttish. More and More boys were following me by then. Heath had to rip off his glasses and pass over the fog off of them when he saw me. He grinned as he joined the pack, rubbing at his cock. veracious before I reached the measure to enter my schooling, I could n't take any More. I need to see proof that I was colorful.

I whirled around to font Academy Award and fell to my knee."display it to me !"

"What ?"he groaned, his Brown University eyes wide.

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

It clicked in his mind. His jeans came undone faster than a flash. He shoved them down along with a pair of boxers dotted with centre. His cock popped out, thrusting thick from a wiry Teach of brown pubic hair.

I snagged Oscar 's pecker in my painted hand and pulled it towards my waxen lip. With a hungry growl, I swallowed the tip and sucked on my first ever putz. He groaned as I nursed on him, my tongue sliding around the crown, gathering the salty flavour of his precum.

He found me gorgeous !

I savored having Oscar 's putz in my mouth. I sucked on his dick with such thirstiness, my virginal pussy clenching. The guys all moved in around me, staring at my colorful body, my house breast jiggling as I bobbed my capitulum. My dyed pigtails danced around my shoulder as my heading turned and twisted, shifting my rima oris around his shaft. I rubbed the spongy tip against the roof of my oral fissure, my tongue, and my inner cheeks.

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

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

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

"Just a beautiful sight,"moaned heath."Shit, I 'm about to conflagrate right in my jeans.

"Why wastefulness it ?"groaned Academy Award."The petty slut wants to delight us all."

A roar erupted from the gathering boy. They were all staring at me. Hot kitty-cat emollient trickled down my piebald thigh as I took more and more of Academy Award 's shaft in my mouth. His crown reached the back of my throat. I moaned and sucked and slurped on his shaft. Drool ran down my chin. I made such repellent, wanton sounds.

I was bold. Bright.

I shoved my right hand down between my thigh. I rubbed at my yellow-painted kitty lips. My boiling cream coated them as I slid my finger through my juicy sheep pen. I brushed my hymen, my virgin astuteness begging to be penetrated. I sucked harder on Oscar 's putz, riffle of pleasure fluttering through me.

I found my button and frigged my little button. Oscar groaned as I sucked harder. He grabbed my dyed pigtails, clutching the colorful Strand. He fucked my mouth. I gasped, his putz drive past my rim. I just had to sit there and let him use my mouth. He fucked his cock in and out of my oral enclosed space like it was my pussy. It made my cunt so wet.

"Shit, you want it bad,"Oscar groaned."I 'm bequeath to break you what you need, you bold, little slut."

"present it to her !"somebody shouted from the watching crowd.

I was growing dizzy from all the watching eyes. They stared at me as I loved Academy Award 's cock. I sucked harder, frigging my clit while nursing on his big dick. More and more of his salty precum coated my tongue. A trailer for that creamy delight in his balls. My button throbbed as I rubbed it, my orgasm building and building in me. I moaned around his dick. I caressed the spongy crown with my tongue as he plunged his tool over and over into my mouth.

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

"Wanton crud !"

"Tie-dyed whore !"

"boldface slut."

"show-off THOT !"

They stared at my bouncing hips, wiggling ass, and painted fingers dancing over my aching pussy lips.

Academy Award growled, his side twisting with rapture. His blunt features were burning with his cacoethes. He gripped my pigtails hard, slamming his cock all the way into the depths of my back talk. And then he groaned. He let out a loud growl, his dick pounding in my mouth. I squeezed my middle shut as I realize how hot this was.

His hot cum spurted into my mouth.

As the salty savour burst across my taste buds, my pussy exploded in transport. My digit rubbed at my clit as the pleasance rushed through me. waving of ecstasy flowed through my tie-dyed body. My breasts shook as Oscar ripped his cock out of my sass. His second gear blast splashed across my face as I swallowed his first load of jizz.

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

"Yes !"I howled, feeling his spunk covering my cheek. It ran hot down my cheeks and dribbled from my brow. Some reached my lip, my tongue flicking out to savor Sir Thomas More of that delicious taste.

My consistency bucked and heaved as everyone stared at me getting painted with a new color. The one color I had n't used. White. It was all colour combined in one. When you split white Inner Light in a prism, you got all the rainbow hues that adorned my eubstance. And the scoop source for white was cum. It was all so clear.

I shuddered as my orgasm peeked.

"I need more than cum to bathe my torso !"I howled.

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

As Academy Award pulled away from me, leaving my fount coated with his spunk, Jermaine sprang from the crew. I shuddered as his zipper rasped and his blue jean'fastener popped. His dark shaft appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his knees behind me. His midst quill smacked into my multi-coloured rump. I groaned as he seized the vertebral column of my head and shoved me down until I knelt like a bitch.

I whimpered as I felt his cock pressing into my Virgo the Virgin folds.

"nookie me !"I moaned."Mix up your paint with my puss. Use my body. I need you to cum on me !"

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

My maidenhead stretched and stretched before his cock. There was a abrupt jab of infliction as my cherry red popped. I gasped as his putz knifed into the untouched deepness of my slit. I groaned as his Black shaft spread me wide of the mark and wider. My read/write head tossed back, my dye pigtails dancing about my expression. rapture surged through me as his balls smacked into my clit.

He drew back his big hawkshaw, my deflowered flesh clinging to him. I groaned as I felt so empty with just his tip in me. He thrust back into me hard. His genitalia smacked into my colorful ass. The smack on bod on flesh echoed around us while all the boys cheered him on. I groaned as his balls smacked into my clit over and over, heavy with his boy-paint.

That wonderful cum.

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

"I 've never been fucked !"I moaned, my glossa licking up some of the jizz that had dribbled down to my lips."Cum on, boy, my mouth is free ! Come paint my organic structure in your jizz ! You want to ornament me with your nerve before the stallion student consistence ?"

"God fucking damn,"groaned Brian. The bushy boy fell to his knees before me, his knock rattling as he fumbled to undo it. Then he fished out his peter and aimed it at my mouth. I opened wide and groaned in delight as he rammed it into me.

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

Such a boldface thing to do. My pelvis wiggled, stirring my cunt around Jermaine 's dick while I sucked with all my might on Brian 's putz. My butt-cheeks rippled from the burn encroachment of Jermaine 's drive. He rammed his shaft trench and hard into me. He filled me over and over again. I groaned my pleasure around Brian 's dick while all the boys shouted and cheered.

"Fuck the little painted loose woman !"

"Shit, I ca n't hold back !"a guy growled."Just involve to fap."

"Just make certainly you cum all over her,"Oscar growled.

"coating that hot bod in spunk !"

It was terrific. Out of the box of my eyes, I saw pants coming undone. putz appeared. I stroked them, fisting up and down their dicks. I whimpered, my snatch clenching around Jermaine 's big cock. His every thrusting brought me closer and skinny to orgasming, my clit boozing in the thudding impact of his heavy ballock. The male child were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lustfulness. They were seeing how bold and bright and colourful I was.

I had all their attention.

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

"The footling ho is desperate for it,"groaned Jermaine."Do n't concern, slut, we 'll paint your body."

"Fucking yeah, we will,"a boy moaned.

And then to my utter delight, hot spunk squirted from my right. It splashed across my slope and dribbled down to my swinging white meat. The cum was so hot, it almost seared me. I savored it, loving that white pick painting my physical structure. The boy grunted, fisting his putz, squeezing out a terminal spurt of his seed.

"Fuck, mortal got a quick-trigger,"Jermaine growled.

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

I agreed. So hot. So juicy.

My breasts swayed beneath me as I rocked back and forth between Jermaine and Brian, the boy 's cum dribbling down my right tit. I loved the spirit of it. The hot delectation reached my mamilla, adding white to the orange I 'd already painted there.

"Goddamn,"Jermaine groaned."I ca n't finally much recollective. Fucking cherry kitty. The best."

"I hope you did n't ruin her for the rest of us,"somebody called.

"Trust me, your trivial pencil dick will feel peachy in her,"Jermaine grunted."Yes, keep back working those hip, little ho. Fuck !"

Another boy erupted. His cum fired at me from my left. It splattered across my back and pooled in the groove of my backbone. My rump clenched as those brief spurts puddled hot on my pelt. I whimpered, my kitty squeezing down so intemperate on Jermaine 's cock. I moaned around Brian 's hawkshaw. The Black guy thrust deep into me. His musket ball smacked into my clit.

I orgasmed.

"Oh, fuck !"Jermaine groaned, my ruin pussy spasming wild around him.

He fucked into my nineteen-year-old twat with voiceless knife thrust. He buried into me again and again. He slammed his dick deep into my pussy. My flesh writhed around them, milking him. I was so tidal bore for his cum to push through. I squealed around Brian 's prick as the pleasure melted my mind.

Jermaine grunted and then ripped his shaft out of my convulsing pussy. I felt so discharge, but then I groaned as Jermaine 's hot cum spurted across my arse. I enjoyed those muscular good time of pearly jizz painting my butt-cheeks. wondrous cream dribbled into my quip. I loved the embarrassing feel of his naughty pigment. I shuddered and groaned, my orgasm sweeping through me as he unloaded more and to a greater extent of his punk.

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

It was.

"Fuck, ca n't ... take in ..."Brian moaned."Damn !"He ripped his cock out of my mouth and fisted his shaft of light hard.

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

My coming still rippling through me, his dick erupted. His hot kindling splashed across the crown of my head. I felt the wonderful, pearly nerve soaking my whisker. I shuddered, trembling, kitty cream running down my thighs as his fatheaded spunk dribbled over my forehead.

"Damn, she 's a little whore !"moaned a guy.

Jizz splattered my odd hip. It ran down my thigh, hot rill of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed more of that wonderful color sprayed across my body. I rose up, my breasts jiggling.

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

I groaned as Peter stepped up before me. He fisted his stubby shaft then unleashed spurts of hot kindling. His seed splattered across my perky chest. I groaned, my finger's breadth digging into my flesh as he coated me and all that wonderful nerve. I watched the pearly filament spill across my bod. It dribbled down to my fingers. I massaged his source, rubbing it across my luxuriant pitcher's mound, coating me in chopper delight.

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

The boys cheered in delight. They rushed towards me in a drove of frenzy passion. I trembled, so aegir to be painted in all their seed. Heath, pushing up his specs, was the first to take hold of me. He sank down on his backrest and yanked me atop him, his free hired man holding his peter upright. I gasped as I impaled my bitch right down his dick. My cum-coated nipple heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure delight. Jizz dribbled down my dead body, that terrific pigment. My cunt clenched around heath 's cock.

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

I gasped as his putz nuzzled between my cum-smeared cheek of my coloured ass.

My butt-hole tingled as the tip of his dick pressed against it. My cunt clenched around heathland 's cock as Tim 's dick thrust into my bowels. I gasped as my anal retentive ring spread and cattle farm, swallowing his dick.

"Oh, my god, yes !"I cried out."Oh, just use—"

A dick rammed into my mouth.

I whimpered, shuddering, three dicks in my trap. Three cocks I had to get ready to paint my body in that wonderful, pure color. I trembled, sucking on the putz in my mouth as I rose up heathland 's cock. At the like sentence, Tim pumped away at my bunghole. He drove his dick over and over into my bowels. Velvety heating rippled through me while silklike delight surged out of my pussy.

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

"aspect at the little ho go,"Jermaine groaned, stroking his Black cock glistening with my kitty juice."Damn, Karen, you 're a minuscule freak."

A bold, colorful freak.

I sucked and nurse my cock in my mouthpiece as I rode Heath 's shaft. Tim 's hard shaft pumped over and over into my mother fucker. The stimulant joy flowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my hips dancing from side to incline, my SOB squeezing down on Tim 's tool while my pussy gripped heath 's shaft. The dual rubbing mixed together inside of me, driving me wild.

Drool spilled over my chin as cum dribbled down my body. Tim 's crotch smacked into my ass as he drove his cock over and over into my bowels. I bounced on heath 's dick, my button throbbing every time I bottomed out on him. I felt his wiry pubic whisker rubbing against me. The wonk groaned as I worked my pussy up and down his dick.

"Work that cock, footling ho !"

"God tinker's damn, you fucking jade, Karenic !"

"Fuck !"

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

"What a nookie whore !"

Pearly jizz splattered into the vertebral column of my head, coating more of my haircloth. It ran down the rachis of my neck opening and dribbling over my articulatio humeri blades. I loved the smell of the hot spunk. It coated me in that terrific colouring material. The beaut of pearly-white jizz.

My orgasm built faster and faster. I had two cocks churning up my naughty holes while I nursed on the 3rd. No other girl was this bold. Every boy loved me. They jerked off their cocks as they lusted for me, aching to conjoin the fun.

"Oh, hoot !"the guy fucking my sass gasped. He ripped his shaft out of my mouth and erupted across my face.

He showered me in his cum, my twat squeezing down on Heath 's turncock. That hot spunk bathed me. It ran across my particolored anatomy as I hurtled closer to my coming. Tim squeeze hard into me, grunting, groaning. I whimpered, my consistency so close to that rapture.

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

Jermaine rammed his prick into my mouth, soaked in my sweet cream. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his Black shaft. My pussy squeezed around heath 's cock as my entire body shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two different side of meat. Two different boy were painting me in their passion. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My kitty convulsed around Heath 's dick. My arse spasmed around Tim 's hammering shaft. I bucked and writhed, working my holes up and down both their shafts. Intense waves of ecstasy flowed through my eubstance. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine 's stopcock. I moaned and whimpered, lead dancing before my eye. My holes writhed and convulsed on their amazing cocks. I whimpered, my hips wiggling from face to side. My flesh milked them, bring them penny-pinching and closer to erupting. I wanted to be painted in so a lot spunk.

transport drowned my mind.

"shtup kinky slut !"snarled Tim."Goddamn, your arse is going waste around my cock. nooky !"

He ripped out of my asshole. The firstly spurt of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost right on my thorn. I felt the jizz running hot down my cutis as more and Thomas More jet splashed on my flesh. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my body, making me find so naughty and wild.

My pussy spasmed hard about heath 's cock. My creative thinker melted, my orgasm still writhing through me. I whimpered about Jermaine 's dick as Tim rammed into my arsehole. His cock was even thicker than Tim 's. He grunted, heavy globe smacking into my form as he plunged into my asshole.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck !"he growled. Then he ripped his dick out of my asshole and spurted frothy cum onto my consistency."Such a nooky whore !"

It was all such a blur. I do n't know how foresighted I rode Heath 's tool, did n't hump how many prick had fucked my prick and mouth, before that nerd finally erupted into my pussy. His jizz spurted hot into my spasming snatch while the boys spurted jizz on me from every side. I groaned and trembled, loving that even the inside of my kitty was getting basted with the creamy paint.

"Karen !"snarled the grind as he filled my cunt with more spurt of jizz."This is incredible !"

Still cumming, drunk on this import, I rolled off of him. I writhed on the ground, gasping and moaning as they stood over me, jerking off their cocks. Cum fired at me from every counselling. They were all erupting. All splashing me in jizz. They painted spunk across my peel. I rubbed it into my soma as my orgasm rippled through me. My mind melted in rapture.

They made me into a masterpiece.

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

I had a huge grin on my face as every boy paid attention to me all day. Even the instructor. Every man who witnessed me gained arduous dicks that needed respite. Luckily, there was always a new stain of my dead body that needed to be painted. Unlike the organic structure key, cum did n't close long.

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

good thing the reinforcement were Worth it. I could n't hold off. Smiling, I spotted a dick that needed my attention."Pussy, asshole, or mouth ?"

The guy grinned.

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The shape chuckled. The latest couple of step-in was a smashing success. The fig had no idea the latest span would go over so well. It glanced down at the Modern pantie lying on the desk. Compared to the Colorful one, this yoke was subdued.

Black person, a bit of lace around the waistband, and two words printed across the rump in big, sheer, ashen letters.

"Bad Girl."

There was one more addition. The trope stroked down to the inset. They were crotchless, lace surrounding the slit giving approach to the wearer 's pussy. The figure smiled. Where would be the best topographic point to pull up stakes these step-in ? The human body chuckled again as the thoroughgoing billet clicked in its mind.

Rising, the figure snatched up its origination and left its workshop behind.

To be continued in the next tarradiddle of Mind-Controlling step-in ...