Mind-Control Panties

Story Five : Bad Girl 's Sexy punishment

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

banknote : Thanks to Alex for Beta reading this !

The bod was n't at its usual billet to unload off a duo of its exceptional origination.

The nondescript word form slipped in through the crowd at the First Baptists church service 's clothes drive. The figure wove through the conservatively dressed crowd of people dropping off clothes in boxes, methamphetamine hydrochloride bags, and sometimes lax piles. The articles were dumped onto tables to be sorted to be distributed to those with to a lesser extent and in need. The figure was inspired to leave this pair of step-in here. It was the sodding place for them.

They were muted compared to the last few it had made. A solidness Black person people of color, waistcloth trimmed in lace, and with one unparalleled feature article : they were crotchless. lace also surrounded the cunt in the panties'gusset, allowing naughty access to the pussy of the lucky daughter who donned them.

sexual morality Reynolds was a upright female child. The everlasting one for the pantie emblazoned with the all-capitalized varsity letter, each one white and bold."Bad young lady"they read.

With a flick of its wrist, the figure dropped the panty into a piling of clothing. Soon a girl, eighteen, would arrive to sort them. By then, the anatomy would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

Chastity Reynolds, a sweet, blond miss with her hair falling in a longsighted braid on her back, arrived to garner up the following load of dress to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by sizes and eccentric. There were laundry basket waiting behind her, ready to obtain the clothing as she processed them. She dumped her load on her sorting place, eagre to avail her church provide for those with penury in her community. It made her feel carry out. It gave the girl such a thrill to be so helpful.

She froze when she came across the panties.

underwear was not one of the affair that were asked for. Not used. If they came sealed in packs, that was fine. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an galvanising quiver raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lacing. They were the naughtiest pair of pantie she 'd ever seen in her life. The eighteen-year-old girl shuddered, surprised by the liquid passion bursting inside of her. The wanton sensation was something stranger to the dear girl. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lacing on the gusset.

She gasped as she poked her digit through the prick in the private parts. They were torn, but deliberately. The innocent girlfriend did n't understand why someone would do that. What 's the full stop of wearing panties like these ? she wondered.

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

Those two words galvanized her psyche. sexual abstention was a dependable daughter. Yes, she 'd fuck off in hassle, told a few tale, tried to get out of eating her William Green or not doing her homework, but she had never done anything truly bad.

She took her first step on that path as she balled up the panties and shoved them into her dame 's pocket. She gasped at what she 'd done. She was stealing from the Christian church 's clothing drive.

brass burn, she dove back into her categorization, hoping to forget she 'd done anything so wicked.

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Chastity Sir Joshua Reynolds

I stared at the pantie, my fingers stroking through the slit in the crotch. It was all I could think about since I stole them yesterday at the wear campaign. I could n't believe I 'd done that. But those two words, Bad Girl, just electrified me. They were so tease. So at betting odds with everything that I was. Christians did n't steal. A Christian should n't want to fag something like this. And yet ...

I wanted to wear them.

I squirmed, the heating rushing through me. It was Sunday, and I was back from morning time service. I had changed out of my pink apparel, standing only in my bra and step-in now. I wanted to put on some passing clothes, to do my preparation, and loose around the star sign before evening service of process. All I could call back about during church service was the panties.

What would it be like to get into a pair that did n't have a private parts ?

A shuddering, electric car tingle raced on my digit demanded that I don them.

brass electrocution, I set the step-in down on my bed and stood up. My small breasts quivered in my Edward White bra. They were slight A cupful, not really needing the supporting, but a good woman wore her bandeau. That 's what mama said.

I hooked the waistcloth of my scanty and rolled them off my hips. I was shocked by the sweet musk that filled my nose. I groaned, realizing the smell was coming from the wet heat that had engulfed my puss. I should n't think of my vagina as a pussy, but I could n't help it. Bad young woman had pussies.

Was I a bad young woman now ?

I stepped out of my panties and set them with care on my bed. I grabbed the melanise scanty, the lacing trim of the waistcloth caressing my fingers. I turned the pair in my grip until they were facing the right way. I stepped my right leg through the appropriate hole. I groaned as I slid my depart leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The electric tingle intensified.

Everywhere the cloth touched me came alive. A crackling sensation surged up my legs and reached my snatch, increasing the molten high temperature. I let out a moan of wanton delight. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling in my bra. I pulled the panty over my rear end, the sash riding low on my hips. My Virgin sex clenched as a wicked aesthesis rippled out of me.

I glanced down and saw my blonde pubic hair peeking through the step-in'slit.

That was n't right field. What was the full point of wearing panty like these if my pubic tomentum peeked out ? I smiled, this calm settling upon me. A bad girl did n't need pubic hair. A bad girl was shaved. And why was I wearing this pointless bra ? My small titties did n't need it. I reached behind me and undid it as I smiled.

I had some preparation to do.

Wearing only my bad lady friend pantie, I sauntered out of my bedroom. I yanked clear my door, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hall, a sway to my marriageable rosehip I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my firm breasts jiggling before me. My mamilla were so arduous. I tweaked them. Right there in the hallway, I let out a wanton groan of delight as the tingling raced down to my pussy.

No one caught me.

I entered the bath and closed the door behind me.

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

I rolled my optic as I heard mom 's stride go. God, she was such a stuck up beef. homework ? Eww.

I stared at myself in the mirror. My face was so sheer and innocent. And what was up with this tress ? It was long. Cute. That had to go. I wrenched open a draftsman and found a brace of pair of scissors. I unwound my gold braid, my aureate lock chamber spilling around me. And then I took the scissors to them.

snippet. snip. Snip.

My hair fell to the flooring, halcyon strands fluttering to their death. I cut my hair at the articulatio humeri, creating something that was so berate and wild. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my head, watching my new locks dancing about my mischievous side. I loved it. I pursed my lips, smiling. Mom would detest it. She thought women should have tenacious hair.

Not me.

I did n't wish slipping out of the panties, but I had to plane. I thrust them down, gathered up the pink froth and my razor, then slid into the bathtub. I threw my legs over the sides of the tub, feeling my stringent kitty-cat brim parting. I could n't avail but run a finger up and down my folds. I did n't take a virginal membrane. I 'd check that riding my wheel years ago.

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

I masturbated right then and there. The bath doorway was n't even locked. Dad could walk in and catch me. He could see me being a bad, bad girl. He could watch my finger's breadth plunging in and out of my pussy. I stirred my twat up. He would stare at me with such a wanton luxuria and see that I was a wicked thing.

A slut.

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

I sucked the sweet emollient off my finger, loving the flavor, and set to work. I coated my pubic hair in garden pink foam 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 passel across my medium vulva. I tingled from my orgasm, getting rid of the pubic whisker only made me palpate more and more sensitive down there. When I turned on the faucet to launder away the foam, I almost came again. It was so intense. I held my cunt against the flow of water supply, feeling it pouring into my silken depths.

"pa, dada, yes !"I howled.

compassion he did n't show up.

Dry and out of the bath, I pulled on my favorite twosome of panties. Now they felt right to don. I could feel the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the slit. I felt so wicked as I strolled out of the bathroom topless and headed back to my chamber, my hips swaying from side to side. Why could n't daddy feature caught me ? Or even mama ? Maybe she 'd ready me eat her twat.

Mine tasted so good. I bet hers would taste divine.

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

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

I got the bent of driving real quick. I was sure papa would forgive me for that one little incision. I 'd suck his shaft to make it up to him. How could he be mad at me after that ?

I arrived at the center, ready to change my life. I needed makeup, something that was forbidden by my mother, a new closet, and anything else that caught my eye. I smiled at any boys I passed, pursing my lips and letting them see the interest in my center. They grinned and nodded to each former as they noticed me.

My nipples were so heavily, pressing against the front of my blouse. They tingled and throbbed with my every step. Oh, God, it was delicious. But I had to get out of this tarpaulin I was wearing. My blouse was so baggy. How could anyone see how hot I was in this ?

I sauntered into Pink last word, the trendy wear place I 'd always seen but never dared to recruit before. My centre flitted around, searching for the perfect affair. I spotted a short jean skirt, the stuff looking like it would hug me loaded. I snagged it off the stand, and then I noticed a black 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 waffle to strip off my old clothes. I left them in a pile on the level. I did n't need those ho-hum things any longer. I ripped the tags off my new denim skirt then pulled it up my peg. I shuddered as the denim rasped against my thighs. My pussy felt so excited, the air kissing my shaven backtalk. I slid the jean chick up and up over my posterior.

It rode low my hips, just covering the waistcloth 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 pantie. Would they notice there was no crotch ?

I was so eager to find out.

I paused to slip my decent hand underneath my skirt and slide my digits through the scratch in my panties'gusset. I stroked my juicy pussy brim, sending a sinful thrill through me. My defenseless breasts jiggled. I pinched a mammilla, oohing in delight. I shuddered and then pulled my fingers out.

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

A quick tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my headspring. I had to operate it down, the fabric molding around my body. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding breasts, my small mamilla outlined by the thin textile. It clung to my diminished titties, leaving zilch to the vision. My sleek, flat stomach was exposed, my cute bellybutton just begging for attention. With my short, wild haircloth, I looked so wicked.

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

Not giving any shag, I opened the changing room threshold and sauntered out like I owned these clothes. I threaded my way through the store, navigating the wearable racks. I did n't even glance at the clerk.

In moments, I was past the sensing element and out into the stream of the shopping centre 's foot traffic. I sauntered to my following destination. My pussy clenched, a wicked thrill racing through me. I shoved my hand beneath my bird right there as so strolled along, rubbing my pussy. I stroked myself through the slit.

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

A revolting kick shot through me as I headed into Bath and mantrap Delights. It had a huge ingathering of makeup. I was most concern in some lip rouge. I needed to do something about my pale, pink backtalk. I needed a vivacious specter. I needed to announce to the world just who I was. My gaze fell towards that veto section. The place my female parent never wanted me to go.

"make-up is just lying about what God gave you, and you know where liars go, do n't you Chastity ?"

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

I shuddered, heading towards the makeup. hullabaloo flooded through me. I was just so eager for this. I reached the display, staring at all the unlike ones. There were so many colors. So many unlike mode I could paint my lips. Some were piteous. Why would I need to go with a slightly dissimilar shade of garden pink ? But there were other one ... bolshie so bright they practically screamed harlot. Purples. They even had blackened.

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

I grabbed the black lip rouge first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my skirt. The crotchless panties were useful. I had a risque place I could hide matter. I groaned as the narrow electron tube of lipstick pressed against my vestal pussy brim. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and mystifying. I groaned, naughty ripples tingling down to my toes. My articulatio coxae shook in my dungaree skirt, the denim rustling about my thighs.

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

Masturbate ... It felt nice having the thermionic tube of lipstick inside me. But they were thing designed for getting a girl off. There was one risque space in the mall where I could get one.

Grinning, I snagged up the warmth fruit Red, hating the name of the color but it was so scarlet. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the black lip rouge subway even deeper into my depths. My back arched. My tits quivered in my belly shirt. My nipple throbbed so much. I stared up at the ceiling as the pleasure rippled through me. My twat was so sensitive. I could n't wait to engage my number one cock inside of me.

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

"God, I smell yummy,"I moaned.

I popped my digit in my mouth. I sucked on them. My tongue danced around them like they were many hammer, cleaning up my ointment. Such a delicious thrill.

My pussy clenched around the two lipstick tubes. I bit my lip, wanting to steal a third, but I was getting upset about getting that low gear one out. My fingers could only reach 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 shadow, palming the slender character in my hand. I sauntered out, the subway of lipstick shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how wicked they felt. My impudence burned as the exaltation rippled through me. I gave the clerk, sitting bored the return and staring at her headphone, a wave.

She gave a halfhearted wafture back. She had no theme I had a snatch total of her merchandise.

I burst into wanton giggles the bit I was out of the store. I strutted into the flow of the promenade 's customers, my pussy getting teased by those lipstick tubes shifting inside of me. I groaned, wondering if I could get just from walking around with material buried in my puss.

That was something I had to get out next.

I ducked into the dame room and fished out both subway of lipstick from my slit. I had a small trouble getting out the black metro, my fingers slipping on the legato gibe. I shuddered and groaned, the lace of the crotchless step-in massaging my knuckles while I stimulated my hot chassis. My button ached and throbbed. With a operose Yankee-Doodle, I wrenched out the naughty lipstick.

Both vacuum tube were soaked in my succus. I decided to go with the red, dropping the fateful into my handbag. Though I 'd never applied lipstick before, I nailed it. I coated my lips perfectly. They were just so bright and vermilion. It made me look so wicked. I opened the eye darkness, seeing a pallette with several shades on it. I selected a dark bluish-gray hue and swept it across my upper eyelids. They made my greenish profoundness spirit so smoky.

I fluttered my lashes, loving the looking at. I was such a bad, bad daughter. A naughty shake raced through me.

Makeup was done, It was clock time to get that sex toy. There was a lingerie shop that had a"personal massager"segment. They sold them to exempt"female person stress."I loved it. They also had a discreet survival of the fittest of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly naughty ace you would find at a sex shop, but I could definitely find myself my first vibrator.

I sauntered inside like I belonged, passing a few other cleaning woman who were browsing the brassiere. I drifted towards the"massagers,"not even hesitating. If you acted like you belonged, people thought you did. God, people were so stupid. I was eighteen.

I reached the toy, smiling. My centre flicked up and down them. There were a duad of dead body and scepter massagers, packaged to depend like traditional therapy items instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few friends whose mother had those. On the tooshie shelf were the true sex toys. The vibrators that were shaped like thick shafts. A fleshy dildo made me smile.

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

I just shoved the toy up beneath my skirt.

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

My pussycat rim spread around it, my cunt stretch 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 digit. Than the lipstick tubes. It kept going. It reached deeper and deep inside of me. I groaned, trembling on the verge of an climax. My eyes fluttered, my breath quickened.

"Oh, God, I 'm going to suffer so a great deal fun with you,"I moaned.

I groaned as I pushed the last inch into me. I savored it. I was so wonderfully total. Was this what it would experience like to have a cock in me ? I could n't await to encounter out. I could n't waitress to fuck my first guy. I did n't know who it should be.

My father ?

He was someone a bad lady friend would have a go at it. He was at home. I did need to make up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the dense vibrator shifting around my pussy. I groaned, every pace a marvellous delight. I moved through the fund, bold, not giving any fucks.

I belonged. I was n't doing anything ill-timed. Nope. Just discount me as I stroll out with your vibrator shoved up my cunt. These tingles raced through me, an electrified thrill seemed to trigger off from my new favorite panties. My fingers fluttered as I sauntered out of the store into the mall traffic.

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

My pass snapped to the right hand to see the impregnable and tall form of a law officer advancing on me. He had dark hair, a boneheaded mustache on his upper berth lip. His eyes were hard as he stared at me. My snatch clenched about the vibrator as I gave him a beguiling smile.

"Oh,"I said, playing it chill."Is there something wrong, policeman ?"

"We just need you to descend with us, miss,"a sec cop said. He was marvelous and broad-shouldered, a brown goatee framing his thick and powerful lips. He had a melt buzzed into the side of his head word, that high and soaked flattop. A shudder rippled through me, my pussy clenching down on the vibrator.

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

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

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

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

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

"Miss, we 've seen the security department footage of you walking out of Pink Chic in the dame and top you stole off the rack. I bet that 's not the solitary thing we 're going to find that you 've stolen."

"So do n't refuse, miss,"said the officer with a goatee. His epithet tag read Lassiter."It would be a shame to have to ... hurt such a pretty thing."

This wicked shiver ran through me as Officer potato pulled both my wrists behind my back. He held my hired man together while he pulled out his handcuffs. I gasped as the maiden cuff slapped on my good wrist. I felt the sting pain and then heard the ratcheting sound as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the other cuff on my left wrist, binding my hands together.

I trembled, arrested like a confessedly bad girl.

"Oh, god, you have no idea of the wicked matter I 've done,"I purred in the sexy voice I could. I could feel the pussy juices dripping out of me, A drop cloth landed on the base between my substructure. My cream must be running down the vibrator.

"Why am I not surprised,"said Officer Lassiter."Little loose woman like you, dressed like that, thinks she can do whatever she wants. Well, miss, just because you got a hot ass does n't have in mind you can break the law. There are consequences."

"punishment,"growled ship's 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 hired hand so firm. I trembled between them, but not in reverence. My slit only grew hotter and hotter. My clitoris ached, the lacing of the crotchless scanty brushing my fiddling bud as I swayed my hips. My nipples rubbed into the tenuous fabric of my craw top, sending terrific tingles down to my pussy.

They were both so strong. So Lester Willis Young and powerful. I licked my lips, feeling the waxy heart and soul of the lipstick. My small-scale breasts quivered, their optic falling on them as they jiggled in my too-tight top.

Our journeying ended at a small auxiliary police post for the plaza. Just a little wait room no bigger than a bus closure, a place for a couple of cops stationed at the plaza to generate to on their shift. It probably had a holding jail cell in there. I shuddered as Officer Murphy pulled out a set of key and unlocked the heavy door. It creaked open, my puss gripping the vibrator as a wicked tingle raced through me.

"You got a name, slut ?"asked military officer Lassiter as he led me through."A really one since slovenly woman is the perfect word for you, is n't it ?"

"Yes,"I moaned.

"We need your tangible name for the study,"officer Murphy said, sighing.

"Then you 'll just have to make me sing,"I moaned as they opened a indorsement door onto a small question elbow room. There was a metal table in there, a brace of chairs around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.

"wagerer pat her down,"said police officer white potato."You want to contain in high spirits or low ?"

"High,"said Officer Lassiter."Sluts got herself a brace of courteous titties. offspring and firm. I bet you 're not a day over eighteen."

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

I shuddered at the touch of a man on my breasts. My nipples throbbed as he massaged his palms into them. pant and moan burst from my lip as I trembled there. My pussy clenched so hard on the vibrator. I swayed, my oculus fluttering, trivial stars dancing across my imaginativeness as an electric upsurge blastoff through me.

Officer spud knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the fastener of my jeans wench. With a unvoiced Yank, he ripped it down. He exposed my black panties with their two Bible written in those bold face, white letter. He chuckled, his hand 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 textile into my nubs.

"fountainhead look at that,"ship's officer Murphy said. He nudged the vibrator in my twat, pushing it up inside me. I squealed and rose on my tiptoes for a mo."I found what she stole out of A Lady 's Friend,"police officer Murphy said."She 's got a vibrator shoved up her cunt."

"Fucking hell. 18 and stealing sex toys, huh ?"Officer Lassiter grinned at me as he twisted my mamilla."I bet your parents are sooooo proud."

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

police officer Murphy chuckled. He twisted the vibrator inside me for some rea—

"Holy shtup !"I gasped as the toy buzzed to life.

I trembled as police officer Lassiter twisted and played with my pap, massaging them as this incredible bliss surged out of my pussy. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like goose egg I 'd ever imagine. My fingerbreadth twitched as my entire body trembled.

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

"That 's what you wanted to steal, huh ?"Officer Murphy asked, his fingers sliding around the buzzing shaft shoved in my slit. His fingerbreadth stroked over my petals."Just wanted to get off, did n't you, slut ?"

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

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

I gasped as he did n't guide off my crop top—how could he with my hands cuffed—instead, he just ripped the front line open. The thin material tore while the muscles in his arms bulged. My pussy clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how strong he was. How muscular. I whimpered, realizing just how helpless I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whimper of delectation fusillade from my rim as my cute titties jiggled before me. Then I groaned as Officer Murphy yanked down my bad girl panties, sliding them down my leg until I was stepping out of them. I stood there naked, the vibrator buzzing in my puss. More drops of kitty succus dribbled from the naughty toy, splattering the cement floor. My toes curled in my shoes as I whimpered and moaned, my head tossing back and Forth. My short, uncivilised tomentum swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're guilty of shoplifting, Slut,"growled Officer Murphy. His script planted into the centre of my back and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the board, my nipple kissing the cold, metallic open. I gasped at his strength as he pinned me there. Being lost made me feel incredible. My digit flexed, my wrist pull at the metal cuffs.

He twisted the understructure of the vibrator again.

"It can bombilate higher ?"I howled as it churned away inside of me. The humming intensified. darkness already fuzzed the edge of my vision. My orgasm built and built inside my naughty cunny. My eighteen-year-old twat squeezed down on the amazing toy massaging my insides. My snatch melted around it. I was—

SMACK !

sting annoyance exploded across my ass. My cunt clenched down so hard on the buzzing rapture. The humming toy soothed away the stinging pain burn across my rump. I had n't been spanked since I was a little girl, I wished my daddy did it more often.

This was so exciting.

CRACK !

officer Lassiter spanked his liberal hand on my left butt-cheek. That wonderful, stinging pain burned through me, only increasing the delight building my pussy. The vibrator carried me towards my sexual climax so fast. I was out of control.

skag !

"Such a naughty, fucking slovenly woman !"

shot !

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

slap !

CRACK !

SMACK !

CRACK !

Their hands fell over and over. There barely was a chance for the stinging hurting to evanesce before the next spank landed. My purulent drank in the heat, transforming it into rapture. It mixed with the buzzing joy rippling from that amazing vibrator. I whimpered and moaned, surging towards my orgasm.

scag !

"Filthy slut !"

pass !

"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 !

cleft !

My twat convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after Wave of walking on air flooded from my cunt. Tsunamis of ecstasy flowed through my eubstance. The rapture drowned my mind. Stars burst across vision while shadow rippled around the bound. My wrist pulling against the handcuffs, adding another flare pain in the neck to the right spanks landing over and over on my naughty rump.

smack !

CRACK !

juice flowed hot, down my thighs, 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 tempest interior of me. A tempest of pure ecstasy. It swept through me. Electrified me. My hard nipples rubbed against the stale steel of the inquiry table.

"I 'm a bad girl !"I howled, the pleasure rippling through me over and over. It did n't stop. I just kept cumming and cumming. I could n't believe it. I had no idea that one orgasm could spill into another. My fumbling onanism had never delivered anything close to this bliss. This was the pleasure a bad girl got to know.

The pure ecstasy of being naughty.

savour !

offer !

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

"Goddamn, this little slut has a set of lungs on her,"officeholder Lassiter groaned."I think she needs something to shut her up."

SMACK !

"What are you suggesting ?"asked Officer Murphy.

Instead of the future spank, I heard the rustling of clothing. I blinked as police officer Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the other side of meat of the examination table from the other cop, naked, his dead body all difficult muscles. He seized my suddenly, light-haired fuzz and yanked my forefront a few inches towards ...

His cock.

His dick bobbed before my oral cavity as it thrust before him. I opened wide-eyed, swallowing his shaft as the vibrator churning up my convulsing slit. My zany never stopped spasming around that vibrating toy, rapture after raptus sweeping through my body.

I shuddered as the start ever dick entered my mouth.

I sucked hard. My cheeks hollowed about the cop 's hawkshaw. Precum spilled salty across my glossa. I whimpered, my burning ass clenching. This was so wild. So spicy. I nursed on him with such hunger, reveling in this moment.

I heard clothing rustling behind me. ship's officer Irish potato was stripping naked now. He was exposing that muscular body of his. I just knew it. Would he fuck my virgin pussy with his hard stopcock ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my first dick while I sucked on another turncock ?

I gasped as Officer white potato ripped the vibrator out of my slit. I was suddenly so empty-bellied. I whimpered, needing something filling my twat. The pussy-coated, buzzing toy pressed between my butt cheeks. Against my prick. Before I even knew what was happening, he slammed it into my virgin rectum.

My anal tintinnabulation widened to engulf it. The abuzz rapture buried into my gut. A new bliss flooded through me. I whimpered around Officer Lassiter 's big dick, sucking voiceless as I squealed.

police officer Murphy rammed his pecker into my spasming twat.

Another coming burst inside of me, my pussy writhing about the hawkshaw taking my virginity. I had my first of all cock in me. thick and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my silky physique as I squeezed my middle shut. Such pleasure filled me, buzzing out of my asshole, rippling out of my pussy, sparking from my tit rubbing on the moth-eaten table.

"Goddamn, this loose woman knows how to breastfeed cock,"growled Officer Lassiter.

"You should try her pussy !"groaned Officer Murphy."I 've never been in bitch this tight. Barely sound twat is awful !"

I moaned and whimpered around Officer Lassiter 's dick as Officer Murphy fucked my spasming pussycat. My asshole buzzed with the vibrator, rippling whiz melting down to my puss stuffed full moon of the cop 's big cock.

It was incredible.

The joy just would n't stop. undulation after wave of delectation rippled through me as the two copper punished me. Every metre Officer potato slammed into my twat, his crotch smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a picayune bit deeper into me. My fingerbreadth 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 girl.

I wiggled my hips, stirring my convulsing cunt around police officer Murphy 's big gumshoe. I wanted the cop spurting into my cunt. I wanted to finger that hot jizz splashing inside of me. I moaned, sucking with such do-or-die hunger on policeman Lassiter 's peter. tosh ran out of the corner of my mouth, running over my chin.

"God fucking shit,"policeman murphy growled as he fucked my pussy."That 's what you get for being a naughty, stealing puss ! You get fucked !"

"I 'm going to glut your mouth with my cum, you little whore !"His bureau swelled."You 're going to drink 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 gruelling. I wanted to imbibe his cum. I wanted to feel it spurting into my mouth. I sucked with such feverish hungriness. My bunghole clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety frame while Officer Murphy 's big stick rammed into my twat. orgasm after orgasm flooded through me.

It was the best in the world. Sex was awesome. My ass burned with every impact of Officer white potato 's crotch. He spanked me every time he fucked into my gamey cunt. I squealed, the handlock rattling as I trembled. My fingers twitched. My little mammilla drank in the cold surface of the interrogation table. The wanton sounds of my blowjob mixed with the smack of build on anatomy. The puckish haphazardness echoed through the small interrogation room.

The bull grunted and groaned as they used me. They plowed into me from both sides. My eyes squeezed shut, stars dancing through the darkness. My mind drowned. How much Sir Thomas More of this could I read ? My slit convulsing. Rippling and spasming. It was incredible.

"God fucking darn,"officer Murphy growled."What a fuddled cunt. Oh, god, I ca n't pack much More of this pussy."

"piece of tail cum in her twat ! Just flood the trivial whore !"Officer Lassiter gripped my hair, pulling on it. Pain irrupt in my scalp."Yes !"

He ripped his peter out of my mouthpiece and erupted. pearly jizz splashed across my face. I felt it bathing me. He coated me in his passion. The cop grunted with each attack, the salty seminal fluid running down to my back talk. My tongue flicked out, experiencing my first taste of a man 's cum.

I loved it.

My pussy spasmed harder. My dickhead rippled around the buzzing vibrator. I squealed as the jizz spurted and bathed my face. I opened my oral fissure wide-cut, thrusting out my spit. A wonderful squirt splashed right on my tongue. The salty joy melted through my penchant buds.

"Yes, yes, yes ! !"I howled."Cum on my face ! Use me like a fucking sporting lady !"

"God fucking shucks,"Officer Lassiter panted, his muscular pectus rising and falling. He sank down to the professorship, his font flushed."Jesus, you know how to botch a cock."

"The fucking adulteress smuggles vibrators up her cunt ! What did you gestate ?"policeman white potato slammed deep into me."fuck !"

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

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

His ballock smacked into my clit.

delight exploded through me as his cum jetted into my slit. I felt his passion splashing against my depths. My pussy writhed about him as he unloaded spurt after spirt of jizz. The acute waves of cristal swept through me as a man filled my nubile snatch with his seed.

I reveled in it. As Officer Lassiter 's succus dripped on my brass, my twat milked Officer Murphy 's hawkshaw dry. His deal squeezed my rose hip, gripping me as he grunted with each blast. I loved it. He was filling me with all his jizz.

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

Officer Lassiter chuckled.

"Goddamn, you are—"

The door opened, cutting off Officer Murphy.

"What are you two ..."The deep spokesperson of the newcomer trailed off.

I glanced over my shoulder to see a hulking, Black cop with a shaved head. He stared at me, heart narrowing. military officer Irish potato ripped his prick out of my spasming kitty-cat, the vibrator still buzzing away in my SOB. His jizz leaked out of me and dripped down my thighs.

"Just dealing with a shoplifter, Mac,"police officer Murphy said.

Though he called the total darkness cop"Mac,"his name tag read Officer Washington. The Black cop stared at me."What did the picayune hussy steal ? Your cum ?"

policeman white potato chuckled."The dildo buzzing away in her asshole, the apparel on the story, and who knows what else. She was on a little crime fling before we caught her."

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

"Nope,"I moaned.

thunder !

My ass stung from ship's officer Murphy 's spank as he grunted,"Shut up, Slut."

policeman Washington D.C. chuckled."She is a distasteful, little skank, is n't she ?"

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

"Yet."The deep rumble of Officer Washington 's words made my bowels clench around on the buzzing vibrator.

I trembled as he stripped au naturel, revealing a panoptic consistence, heavily muscled. He had black-ink tattoos that almost vanished into his ebony tree skin. I gasped when he shoved down his trouser. He had a monster of a cock. He dwarfed both the whiteness fuzz and the vibrator churning up my whoreson. How could that even fit in me ?

I wanted to see out.

"flavor at her wiggle,"said Officer George Washington."Little, White person slut wants my big, Negro dick reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

SMACK ! !

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

I shuddered as the Black cop moved closer. A wicked frisson shot through me. He was going to stuff that massive dick up my cocksucker. I groaned, my finger's breadth flexing. I was cuffed. There was absolutely nothing I could do to stop 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 Booker T. Washington growled.

"What you expect ?"ship's officer Lassiter asked. Then he chuckled.

"Bet her dada loves her,"officeholder Murphy said."Bet she sucks his prick every night."

I would. rightfield beneath mamma 's poke. I 'd be such a bad, bad girl.

officer Washington ripped the vibrator out of my SOB 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 lower half. My asshole clenched, my body shaking. I became so mindful of the cold table beneath my consistency. My small boob drank it in, my nipple throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so ready for it.

Strong hands grabbed my waist. They were huge, practically wrapping around me. I gasped as the black man lifted me up. He held me, my hair dangling before me. A drop of cum fell from my chin and splattered on the board. He pressed his putz between my butt-cheeks. He moved me, sliding my cleft up his dick until his tip pressed into my whoreson. It was a midst, blunt cockhead.

I whimpered.

He was really going to bed me up the ass with that lusus naturae. I whimpered, my asshole relaxed by the buzzing toy. I felt so loose back there. I could do this. I could take—

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

My asshole flared in pain as it stretched astray enough to take his huge, Black tool. He lanced so deep in me. My gut clung to him, this burning heat rippling through me. I bucked and squirmed, my little titties jiggling beneath me. The cop grunted as my butt-cheeks pressed against his genital organ. I could feel his wiry pubic hair.

"Goddamn, Stanford White 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 dickhead celebrating his massive putz filling me. Only a bad girlfriend could take a cock that Brobdingnagian 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 waistline tight and then fucked me up and down his cock like a living sex toy. Like I was his personal Fleshlight. I gasped and moaned, his dick pumping in and out of my cocksucker. My writhing flesh gripped him, the heat flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the other two cops watched and chuckled. My moans echoed through the interrogatory room, my passion rippling about us. It was incredible.

My butt-cheek smacked against his genitals, 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 intestine gripped them as they spasmed, drinking in the friction.

Bright sparks exploded across my vision. My head tossed back and forth. I groaned and gasped as he fucked me up and down his tool faster and faster. I could finger his strong point, his orotund digit holding me. He practically encircled my waist 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 stopcock !"

"All the White sluts do. They love my big, Black person cock stretching out their tight holes."

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

My slit convulsed, juices and cum spilling down my second joint. My handcuff rattled. It felt so gravel. I gasped and squeaked and moaned as he worked his dick in and out of my motherfucker. I squeezed my eye shut, trembling, my pleasure rippling about his tool. This was the expert in the world. I never wanted this to end.

He groaned. I could tell he loved my bunghole. He worked me up and down that big, total darkness putz. My back arched, my trivial boob jiggling beneath me. My pussy spasmed so tough, aching to be filled with anything. So envious of my asshole.

The pleasure burned through my thoughts. An rapturous hell devouring everything. His every plung in my asshole get off new sheets of ardor racing through me. I burned. raptus consumed me. I howled. Shivered. This was beyond any sensation I could imagine. I was just his sex toy. His living fucking doll.

Then he fucked me.

As he slammed me down his tool, his coxa rammed forward. I gasped at the shocking spank, nuisance flaring across my arse. I bounced forward, my bowels sliding up his stopcock as his weapon system held me loose now. It was like I was a lilt. His pelvic arch plowed into me grueling now. He pounded my bastard with even more vigor.

"Oh, my get it on god, I 'm dying !"I howled."I 'm dying from ecstasy ! Keep fucking me ! Do n't bar !"

"Just punishing that tight, immature ass !"he growled, drilling his putz so hard into my bowels.

More orgasms than I could calculate blazed through me. They roared from one to the early, ecstasy enrapture in cloud nine and euphory all swirling in a firestorm of passion. Darkness swallowed my vision. I howled. It was too much.

My good sense could n't take it.

"God fucking shucks !"the cop roared.

The Black cop 's nerve fired in my prick. Dimly, at the border of my awareness, I felt the jolts of jizz pumping into me again and again. These hot watercourse of tinder basted me. I trembled, loving him. My bunghole writhed, milking his dick as he grunted.

I swayed through the darkness. The rapture buffeted me from every side of meat. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in raptus. I felt something sang-froid against me. My whoreson was empty, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the interrogation table before me.

He fucked me so unvoiced I 'd suffer it. Only a bad girl could feel that.

"Goddamn, what a slut,"panted officer Washington."That was a workout. Her ass was tighter than a bankers fist."

"Only question, what are we going to do with the little sporting lady ?"said Officer murphy."Still do n't know her name. We got to write this up in the report somehow."

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

officeholder tater 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 lots of officeholder President Washington 's cum leaked out of my asshole. It ran down to my puss, mixing with officer Murphy 's. Officer Lassiter 's jizz still stained my face."What 's gon na happen when your superordinate find out you all fucked me. Are you going to claim that I 'shoplifted'your cum out of your globe ? That I got it in a turkey tacker and just squirted it up in all my holes."

"We 'll clean you up,"said policeman Washington D.C., his vocalism growing stiff.

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

military officer Lassiter swallowed.

"Or, you can let me go. I 'll be exceptionally grateful. Just imagine all the early chances you will get to catch me being naughty. You 'll have to paddle me. Tie me up. Fuck me."I shrugged."You ca n't do that from prison. Unless you want to be the one getting fucked."

"God fucking red cent,"Officer Washington groaned."Why does a sporting lady always know when she has you by the balls ?"

I winked at him.

It was n't longsighted before I was sauntering out of the shopping center 's small police force station wearing my bad girl panties, the vibrator shoved back up inside my twat. I wore one of their constabulary T-shirt, feeling naughty that I had their department logo printed across my petite tits. It was sized for a kid, so it fitted me like a second skin. It showed off everything. I was going to enjoy being a bad girl.

Daddy would sleep with the new me. And so would all the other boys.

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The pattern chuckled. chastity was a glorious success. It was so sword lily it had the idea to create these pantie. Humans were such fun to manipulate.

Its newest creation was gear up. It was an interesting duo of scanty. It was actually virginal. A diffuse white, the waistband trimmed in finespun lace, a single word printed in princess-pink letters across the hindquarters, each one drawn in a convolution of cursive.

Curious ?

The figure smiled. It was time to have more fun. Another girl needed another spicy pair of panties.

To be continued in the side by side tarradiddle of Mind-Controlling pantie ...