Mind-Control step-in

Story quint : Bad female child 's Sexy punishment

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

short letter : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure was n't at its common post to drop off a dyad of its especial world.

The nondescript form slipped in through the crowds at the low gear Baptists church building 's clothes drive. The figure wove through the conservatively garment bunch of people dropping off clothes in corner, chalk bags, and sometimes free piles. The clause were dumped onto mesa to be sorted to be distributed to those with less and in need. The frame was inspired to leave this distich of scanty here. It was the perfect tense spot for them.

They were muted compared to the last few it had made. A solid black color, waistband trimmed in lace, and with one unique feature : they were crotchless. lace also surrounded the dent in the panties'gusset plate, allowing gamey admission to the pussy of the favorable girl who donned them.

sexual morality Reynolds was a honorable girlfriend. The consummate one for the scanty emblazoned with the all-capitalized letters, each one albumen and bold."Bad girl"they read.

With a movie of its carpus, the digit dropped the step-in into a pile of wear. Soon a missy, eighteen, would make it to sort them. By then, the figure would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

Chastity Reynolds, a sweet, blond girl with her hair's-breadth falling in a long gold braid on her back, arrived to gather up the next load of wearing apparel to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by size of it and character. There were laundry field goal waiting behind her, ready to receive the article of clothing as she processed them. She dumped her load on her sorting station, eager to aid her church provide for those with demand in her community. It made her experience meet. It gave the girl such a kick 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 all right. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an electric tingle raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lacing. They were the gamey pair of panties she 'd ever seen in her life. The eighteen-year-old miss shuddered, surprised by the liquidity heat energy bursting inside of her. The wanton mavin was something alien to the good fille. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lace on the gusset.

She gasped as she poked her finger through the twat in the crotch. They were torn, but deliberately. The devoid young woman did n't sympathise why someone would do that. What 's the point of wearing panty like these ? she wondered.

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

Those two words galvanized her mind. Chastity was a good girl. Yes, she 'd experience in worry, told a few story, tried to get out of eating her special K 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 pantie and shoved them into her skirt 's pocket. She gasped at what she 'd done. She was stealing from the church 's clothing drive.

Cheeks burning, she dove back into her categorization, hoping to bury she 'd done anything so wicked.

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Chastity Reynolds

I stared at the panties, my digit stroking through the slit in the genital organ. It was all I could recall about since I stole them yesterday at the article of clothing drive. I could n't think I 'd done that. But those two words, Bad Girl, just electrified me. They were so bait. So at betting odds with everything that I was. Christians did n't steal. A Christian should n't want to weary something like this. And yet ...

I wanted to wear out them.

I squirmed, the passion rushing through me. It was Sunday, and I was back from morning time Robert William Service. I had changed out of my garden pink dress, standing only in my bra and panties now. I wanted to put on some chance apparel, to do my preparation, and relax around the house before evening service. All I could retrieve about during church service was the panties.

What would it be like to wear a pair that did n't have a fork ?

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

buttock burning, I set the panties down on my bed and stood up. My minuscule breasts quivered in my Elwyn Brooks White bra. They were little A cup, not really needing the accompaniment, but a good adult female wore her bandeau. That 's what mama said.

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

Was I a bad girl now ?

I stepped out of my scanty and set them with care on my bed. I grabbed the lightlessness pantie, the lace clipping of the waistband caressing my fingerbreadth. I turned the pair in my grip until they were facing the veracious way. I stepped my right leg through the appropriate trap. I groaned as I slid my left leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The electric prickling intensified.

Everywhere the fabric touched me came active. A crackling sensation surged up my legs and reached my pussy, increasing the molten passion. I let out a groan of trifle pleasure. I shuddered, my knocker jiggling in my brassiere. I pulled the scanty over my rear, the cincture riding low on my rosehip. My virgin sex clenched as a puckish sensation rippled out of me.

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

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

I had some grooming to do.

wearing only my bad girl step-in, I sauntered out of my bedroom. I yanked undetermined my room access, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hall, a sway to my nubile hips I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my business firm breasts jiggling before me. My nipples were so severe. I tweaked them. Right there in the hallway, I let out a wanton groan of delight as the tingles raced down to my pussy.

No one caught me.

I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me.

"celibacy, beloved,"Mom said a heartbeat later,"I 'm going out for a jog. You better do your homework."

I rolled my eyes as I heard mom 's footfall base on balls. God, she was such a stuck up bitch. preparation ? Eww.

I stared at myself in the mirror. My face was so plain and inexperienced person. And what was up with this plait ? It was long. Cute. That had to go. I wrenched open a draftsman and found a pair of pair of scissors. I unwound my braid, my golden locks spilling around me. And then I took the pair of scissors to them.

snipping. snipping. Snip.

My hair's-breadth fell to the floor, golden strands fluttering to their death. I cut my hair at the shoulder, creating something that was so ragged and wild. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my head, watching my new locks dancing about my puckish cheek. I loved it. I pursed my lips, smiling. Mom would hate it. She thought women should have foresightful hair.

Not me.

I did n't like slipping out of the pantie, but I had to shave. I thrust them down, gathered up the pink froth and my razor, then slid into the tub. I threw my ramification over the sides of the tub, feeling my tight pussy lips parting. I could n't help but run a finger up and down my faithful. I did n't have a hymen. I 'd give out that riding my bike years ago.

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

I masturbated right then and there. The bathroom door was n't even locked. Dad could walk in and trip up me. He could see me being a bad, bad lady friend. He could follow my digit 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 yucky thing.

A slut.

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

I sucked the sweet ointment off my fingers, loving the nip, and set to function. I coated my pubic tomentum in 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 mickle across my sensitive 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 wash away the foam, I almost came again. It was so intense. I held my twat against the menstruation of water supply, feeling it pouring into my silken depths.

"Daddy, daddy, yes !"I howled.

Pity he did n't express up.

Dry and out of the bathing tub, I pulled on my favorite pair of panty. Now they felt rectify to hold out. I could palpate the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the slit. I felt so foul as I strolled out of the bathroom topless and headed back to my bedroom, my pelvic girdle swaying from side to side. Why could n't daddy receive caught me ? Or even Mommy ? Maybe she 'd make me eat her pussy.

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

I was disappointed with my wearable options. None of them would do. I finally settled on a short-sleeved blouse that was calamitous and the inadequate bird I had. It fell to my knee joint. My knees ! God, I was such a lame, boring beef. No longer. I was off to the mall.

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

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

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

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

I sauntered into Pink last word, the trendy clothing spot I 'd always seen but never dared to enter before. My eyes flitted around, searching for the perfect thing. I spotted a short jean skirt, the stuff looking like it would hug me pie-eyed. I snagged it off the rack, and then I noticed a black belly shirt that had no sleeve. I was a size of it 2 petite, so I grabbed the size 1. I wanted it tight. Smirking, I headed to the changing room.

I did n't hesitate to loot off my old clothes. I left them in a pile on the trading floor. I did n't need those boring things any longer. I ripped the tags off my new blue jean skirt then pulled it up my wooden leg. I shuddered as the denim rasped against my thigh. My twat felt so delirious, the air kissing my shaved lips. I slid the denim skirt up and up over my croupe.

It rode low my hips, just covering the waistband of my pantie. If was tight, almost digging into my build. I shuddered, loving how short it was. If I bent over, boys would get a petty peek at my panties. Would they notice there was no crotch ?

I was so eager to find out.

I paused to slip my right hired hand underneath my skirt and slue my digits through the slit in my panties'gusset. I stroked my juicy twat lips, sending a skanky thrill through me. My defenseless breasts jiggled. I pinched a mamilla, oohing in pleasure. I shuddered and then pulled my finger out.

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

A agile tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my header. I had to work it down, the framework molding around my body. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding breast, my humble mammilla outlined by the thin material. It clung to my modest titties, leaving nothing to the vision. My flowing, savorless tummy was exposed, my cute bellybutton just begging for attention. With my short, wild hair, I looked so wicked.

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

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

In moments, I was past the sensors and out into the stream of the mall 's foundation traffic. I sauntered to my future destination. My pussy clenched, a loathsome thrill racing through me. I shoved my hired man beneath my skirt right there as so strolled along, rubbing my pussy. I stroked myself through the slit.

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

A wicked thrill shot through me as I headed into bath and stunner joy. It had a huge collection of makeup. I was most interested in some lipstick. I needed to do something about my pale, pink lips. I needed a vibrant refinement. I needed to herald to the domain just who I was. My regard fell towards that prohibited division. The seat my mother never wanted me to go.

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

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

I shuddered, heading towards the makeup. inflammation flooded through me. I was just so eager for this. I reached the exhibit, staring at all the dissimilar ace. There were so many colors. So many unlike ways I could paint my back talk. Some were wretched. Why would I want to go with a slightly different tincture of pink ? But there were other single ... Reds so bright they practically screamed lady of pleasure. Purples. They even had black.

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

I grabbed the grim lipstick first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my doll. The crotchless panties were useful. I had a racy place I could enshroud thing. I groaned as the pin down tube of lipstick pressed against my vestal pussy rim. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and deeper. I groaned, naughty ripples tingling down to my toes. My hip shook in my jeans wench, the denim rustling about my thighs.

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

Masturbate ... It felt nice having the tube of lip rouge inside me. But they were things designed for getting a girl off. There was one juicy place in the mall where I could get one.

grin, I snagged up the love 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 lipstick subway system even deeper into my depths. My back arched. My pap quivered in my belly shirt. My tit throbbed so much. I stared up at the ceiling as the pleasure rippled through me. My pussy was so sensitive. I could n't wait to take my for the first time putz inside of me.

Maybe I should let daddy have a go at it me for denting his car ? Ooh, I bet he had such a big cock. He would satisfy me up Sir Thomas More than these lip rouge tubes. I pulled my fingerbreadth away, loving how they were sticky with my juices. I brought them to my horn in, inhaling my sweet musk.

"God, I smell pleasant-tasting,"I moaned.

I popped my fingers in my rima oris. I sucked on them. My lingua danced around them like they were many cocks, cleaning up my ointment. Such a delicious thrill.

My kitty clenched around the two lip rouge tube-shaped structure. I bit my lip, wanting to slip a third base, but I was getting distressed about getting that first one out. My finger's breadth could only pass on so far inside of me. Well, the two I had would be estimable enough for now. I could always shoplift again.

On the way out, I snatched some eye shadow, palming the slender case in my hand. I sauntered out, the tubes of lipstick shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how puckish they felt. My impertinence burned as the rapture rippled through me. I gave the shop assistant, sitting bored the heel counter and staring at her headphone, a wave.

She gave a lukewarm wave back. She had no musical theme I had a pussy wide-cut of her merchandise.

I burst into wanton giggles the minute I was out of the store. I strutted into the flow of the mall 's client, my pussy getting teased by those lip rouge tubing shifting inside of me. I groaned, wondering if I could come just from walking around with stuff buried in my twat.

That was something I had to bump out next.

I ducked into the ladies room and fished out both pipe of lip rouge from my pussy. I had a lilliputian worry getting out the black tube, my fingers slipping on the quiet gibe. I shuddered and groaned, the lacing of the crotchless step-in massaging my knuckles while I stimulated my hot anatomy. My button ached and throbbed. With a intemperately Yank, I wrenched out the naughty lipstick.

Both tube were soaked in my juices. I decided to go with the red, dropping the black into my purse. Though I 'd never applied lip rouge before, I nailed it. I coated my lip perfectly. They were just so bright and scarlet. It made me look so disgustful. I opened the eye shadow, seeing a palette with several shades on it. I selected a shadow bluish-gray hue and swept it across my upper eyelids. They made my green astuteness look so smoky.

I fluttered my lashes, loving the smell. I was such a bad, bad girl. A naughty tremble raced through me.

war paint was done, It was time to get that sex toy. There was a lingerie shop that had a"personal massager"discussion section. They sold them to relieve"distaff stress."I loved it. They also had a discreet choice of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly naughty 1 you would find oneself at a sex shop, but I could definitely notice myself my first vibrator.

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

I reached the toys, smiling. My eyes flicked up and down them. There were a yoke of trunk and baton massagers, packaged to look like traditional therapy item instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few acquaintance whose mothers had those. On the bottom shelf were the confessedly sex toy dog. The vibrators that were shaped like loggerheaded shot. A fleshy dildo made me smile.

I groaned when I saw the display model. It was silver, so wonderfully shiny. 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, slickness shaft of the vibrator pushed into my Virgo the Virgin snatch.

My pussy sassing spread around it, my pussy 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 zero I 'd ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so a good deal thicker than my fingers. Than the lip rouge tubes. It kept going. It reached deeper and deeper inside of me. I groaned, trembling on the verge of an orgasm. My eye fluttered, my breathing time quickened.

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

I groaned as I pushed the terminal in into me. I savored it. I was so wonderfully wide-cut. Was this what it would feel like to have a tool in me ? I could n't hold back to find out. I could n't wait to bang my first guy. I did n't know who it should be.

My forefather ?

He was person a bad daughter would screw. He was at home. I did need to clear up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the thick vibrator shifting around my pussy. I groaned, every tone a wondrous pleasure. I moved through the store, bold, not giving any fucks.

I belonged. I was n't doing anything incorrectly. Nope. Just ignore me as I stroll out with your vibrator shoved up my cunt. These frisson raced through me, an electrified thrill seemed to trigger off from my new favorite step-in. My finger's breadth fluttered as I sauntered out of the store into the mall traffic.

"We need you to come with us, miss,"an authoritative vocalism said.

My head word snapped to the right to see the strong and tall flesh of a police officer advancing on me. He had black hair's-breadth, a thick mustache on his pep pill lip. His eyes were hard as he stared at me. My pussy clenched about the vibrator as I gave him a beguiling smile.

"Oh,"I said, playing it cool."Is there something wrong, Officer ?"

"We just need you to come with us, miss,"a second cop said. He was tall and big-shouldered, a brown goatee framing his midst and mightily lip. He had a fade buzzed into the side of his psyche, that high and stringent flattop. A shudder rippled through me, my snatch clenching down on the vibrator.

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

The cop with a moustache, his public figure tag version tater, 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 stay for intuition of shoplifting,"he said.

"shoplifting ?"I gasped and feigned innocence."I do n't experience what you 're talking about."

"Miss, we 've seen the security measure footage of you walking out of Pink last word in the doll and top you stole off the stand. I bet that 's not the entirely affair we 're going to find that you 've stolen."

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

This wicked thrill ran through me as officer Murphy pulled both my wrists behind my back. He held my paw together while he pulled out his handcuffs. I gasped as the inaugural cuff slapped on my right articulatio radiocarpea. I felt the stinging infliction and then heard the ratcheting audio as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the other cuff on my leave behind wrist, binding my hands together.

I trembled, arrested like a on-key bad girl.

"Oh, god, you have no estimation of the wicked affair I 've done,"I purred in the sexiest voice I could. I could finger the pussy succus dripping out of me, A bead landed on the story between my foot. My emollient must be running down the vibrator.

"Why am I not surprised,"said Officer Lassiter."picayune fornicatress like you, dressed like that, thinks she can do whatever she wants. Well, girl, just because you got a hot ass does n't mean you can break the law. There are consequences."

"penalty,"growled policeman Murphy.

I almost fainted in rapture.

The vibrator shifted around inside of me as the two cops marched me through the mall. Each one gripped my arm, their hands so strong. I trembled between them, but not in fear. My cunt only grew hotter and hotter. My button ached, the lacing of the crotchless panties brushing my little bud as I swayed my pelvis. My nipples rubbed into the slim down textile of my crop top, sending wonderful tingles down to my pussy.

They were both so unassailable. So Young and sinewy. I licked my lips, feeling the waxy means of the lipstick. My diminished breasts quivered, their middle falling on them as they jiggled in my too-tight top.

Our journey ended at a small auxiliary police station for the mall. Just a lilliputian wait room no bigger than a bus stop, a stead for a couple of fuzz stationed at the mall to return to on their breaks. It probably had a holding prison cell in there. I shuddered as policeman tater pulled out a set of keystone and unlocked the toilsome door. It creaked clear, my bitch gripping the vibrator as a wicked tingle raced through me.

"You got a epithet, slut ?"asked officeholder Lassiter as he led me through."A tangible one since slovenly woman is the staring word for you, is n't it ?"

"Yes,"I moaned.

"We need your substantial public figure for the report,"Officer white potato said, sighing.

"Then you 'll just induce to make me talk,"I moaned as they opened a second threshold onto a small interrogative sentence way. There was a metal board in there, a pair of chairs around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.

"Better pat her down feather,"said ship's officer murphy."You want to take luxuriously or low ?"

"High,"said policeman Lassiter."slovenly woman got herself a pair of nice titties. Young and firm. I bet you 're not a day over eighteen."

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

I shuddered at the touch of a man on my knocker. My nipple throbbed as he massaged his palm into them. Gasps and moans burst from my lips as I trembled there. My puss clenched so hard on the vibrator. I swayed, my eyes fluttering, little stars dancing across my vision as an electric upsurge gibe through me.

policeman Murphy knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the fastening of my dungaree annulus. With a intemperately yank, he ripped it down. He exposed my Black step-in with their two words written in those boldface, white letters. He chuckled, his manus stroking across the phrase.

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

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

"Well look at that,"Officer Murphy said. He nudged the vibrator in my pussy, pushing it up inside me. I squealed and rose on my tiptoes for a moment."I found what she stole out of A ma'am 's Friend,"officer Murphy said."She 's got a vibrator shoved up her cunt."

"nooky inferno. Eighteen and stealing sex toys, huh ?"Officer Lassiter grinned at me as he twisted my pap."I bet your parents are sooooo proud."

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

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

"sanctum fuck !"I gasped as the toy buzzed to biography.

I trembled as policeman Lassiter twisted and played with my nipples, massaging them as this incredible bliss surged out of my cunt. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like nothing I 'd ever imagine. My fingers twitched as my full consistence trembled.

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

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

"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 take off my harvest top—how could he with my hands cuffed—instead, he just ripped the front loose. The thin fabric tore while the muscles in his arms bulged. My pussy clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how hard he was. How right. I whimpered, realizing just how helpless I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whimper of delight burst from my lips as my cute breast jiggled before me. Then I groaned as policeman Murphy yanked down my bad fille scanty, sliding them down my legs until I was stepping out of them. I stood there naked, the vibrator buzzing in my twat. More drops of pussy succus dribbled from the naughty toy, splattering the cementum floor. My toes curled in my shoes as I whimpered and moaned, my read/write head tossing back and Forth River. My curt, wild haircloth swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're guilty of shrinkage, Slut,"growled Officer murphy. His hired hand planted into the middle of my backrest and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the table, my nipples kissing the frigidity, metallic control surface. I gasped at his forte as he pinned me there. Being helpless made me sense incredible. My fingers flexed, my wrist pulling at the metallic element cuffs.

He twisted the base of the vibrator again.

"It can seethe high ?"I howled as it churned away inside of me. The hum intensified. dark already fuzzed the edge of my vision. My sexual climax built and built inside my juicy cunny. My eighteen-year-old twat squeezed down on the amazing toy massaging my interior. My cunt melted around it. I was—

SMACK !

Stinging pain exploded across my ass. My cunt clenched down so hard on the buzzing ecstasy. The humming toy soothed away the stinging bother electrocution across my buttocks. I had n't been spanked since I was a minuscule girl, I wished my pa did it more often.

This was so exciting.

CRACK !

military officer Lassiter spanked his full hand on my left butt-cheek. That wonderful, stinging painful sensation burned through me, only increasing the pleasure building my puss. The vibrator carried me towards my orgasm so fast. I was out of control.

SMACK !

"Such a naughty, fucking hussy !"

crack !

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

tang !

CRACK !

SMACK !

CRACK !

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

SMACK !

"Filthy slut !"

CRACK !

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

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

tang !

snap !

My pussy convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after undulation of bliss flooded from my snatch. Tsunamis of go flowed through my consistency. The ecstasy drowned my judgment. Stars abound across visual sensation while darkness rippled around the edges. My wrist pulling against the handcuffs, adding another flare pain in the neck to the powerful spanks landing over and over on my naughty rump.

scag !

CRACK !

succus flowed hot, down my second joint, gushing out around the vibrator churning me up. Its humming surged bliss through me that mixed with stinging annoyance, the two swirling together to produce a violent storm interior of me. A storm of virginal cristal. It swept through me. Electrified me. My hard nipple rubbed against the low temperature steel of the question table.

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

The consummate rapture of being naughty.

SMACK !

shot !

"Oh my fucking God, yes ! continue spanking me ! I 'm still bad ! penalise me ! I stole ! I 'm a wicked thief !"

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

SMACK !

"What are you suggesting ?"asked policeman Murphy.

Instead of the next spank, I heard the rustling of article of clothing. I blinked as Officer Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the former slope of the interrogation mesa from the other cop, naked, his body all unvoiced muscles. He seized my short, blonde tomentum and yanked my head a few inches towards ...

His hammer.

His gumshoe bobbed before my mouth as it thrust before him. I opened wide, swallowing his irradiation as the vibrator churning up my convulsing bitch. My goose never stopped spasming around that vibrating toy, ecstasy after ecstasy sweeping through my soundbox.

I shuddered as the first ever dick entered my mouth.

I sucked hard. My brass hollowed about the cop 's dick. Precum spilled salty across my tongue. I whimpered, my burning ass clenching. This was so groundless. So naughty. I nursed on him with such hunger, reveling in this moment.

I heard clothing rustling behind me. officer Murphy was stripping naked now. He was exposing that powerful body of his. I just knew it. Would he fuck my virgin pussy with his hard pecker ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my first hawkshaw while I sucked on another cock ?

I gasped as military officer Murphy ripped the vibrator out of my cunt. I was suddenly so empty. I whimpered, needing something filling my twat. The pussy-coated, buzzing toy pressed between my butt cheek. Against my whoreson. Before I even knew what was happening, he slammed it into my virgin rectum.

My anal halo widened to engulf it. The bombinate rapture buried into my bowel. A new bliss flooded through me. I whimpered around Officer Lassiter 's big dick, sucking grueling as I squealed.

officeholder Irish potato rammed his hawkshaw into my spasming twat.

Another coming burst inside of me, my pussycat writhing about the tool taking my virginity. I had my first hammer in me. Thick and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my satiny human body as I squeezed my centre shut. Such pleasure filled me, buzzing out of my bunghole, rippling out of my pussycat, sparking from my mamilla rubbing on the cold table.

"Goddamn, this slut knows how to absorb cock,"growled Officer Lassiter.

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

I moaned and whimpered around Officer Lassiter 's dick as Officer spud fucked my spasming kitty. My SOB buzzed with the vibrator, rippling aesthesis melting down to my cunt stuffed full of the cop 's big cock.

It was incredible.

The delight just would n't stop. Wave after wave of delectation rippled through me as the two fuzz punished me. Every time military officer Murphy slammed into my slit, his crotch smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a little bit deeper into me. My fingers flexed, my wrists pulling on the cuff. They used me. They fucked my marriageable 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 officer Murphy 's big dick. I wanted the cop spurting into my pussy. I wanted to sense that hot jizz splashing inside of me. I moaned, sucking with such desperate hunger on Officer Lassiter 's cock. Drool ran out of the corners of my mouth, running over my chin.

"God fucking hoot,"Officer Murphy growled as he fucked my pussy."That 's what you get for being a naughty, stealing snatch ! You get fucked !"

"I 'm going to oversupply your mouthpiece with my cum, you little whore !"His chest swelled."You 're going to drink in it all down, are n't you, Slut ?"

I squealed around his dick.

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

I sucked so hard. I wanted to drink his cum. I wanted to feel it spurting into my backtalk. I sucked with such feverish hunger. My bunghole clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety pulp while Officer Murphy 's big stick rammed into my cunt. Orgasm after orgasm flooded through me.

It was the best in the world. Sex was awesome. My ass burned with every wallop of Officer Irish potato 's crotch. He spanked me every time he fucked into my spicy pussy. I squealed, the handcuffs rattling as I trembled. My finger's breadth twitched. My little tit drank in the moth-eaten aerofoil of the interrogation table. The wanton sounds of my blowjob mingle with the slap of flesh on flesh. The wicked dissonance echoed through the small interrogation room.

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

"God fucking darn,"officer Irish potato growled."What a tight cunt. Oh, god, I ca n't charter much more of this pussy."

"fucking cum in her twat ! Just flood the picayune working girl !"military officer Lassiter gripped my hair, pulling on it. Pain erupt in my scalp."Yes !"

He ripped his cock out of my sassing and erupted. Pearly jizz splashed across my fount. I felt it bathing me. He coated me in his cacoethes. The cop grunted with each eruption, the salty seed running down to my brim. My tongue flicked out, experiencing my first of all taste of a man 's cum.

I loved it.

My pussy spasmed harder. My prick rippled around the buzzing vibrator. I squealed as the jizz spurted and bathed my aspect. I opened my mouth wide, thrusting out my tongue. A wonderful squirt splashed right on my tongue. The salty joy melted through my appreciation buds.

"Yes, yes, yes ! !"I howled."Cum on my facial expression ! Use me like a fucking whore !"

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

"The fucking slut smuggles vibrators up her slit ! What did you carry ?"Officer potato slammed deep into me."Fuck !"

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

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

His glob smacked into my clit.

Pleasure exploded through me as his cum jetted into my bitch. I felt his passion splashing against my profoundness. My snatch writhed about him as he unloaded spurt after spurt of jizz. The vivid waves of disco biscuit swept through me as a man filled my marriageable cunt with his seed.

I reveled in it. As Officer Lassiter 's juice dripped on my face, my cunt milked military officer Murphy 's dick dry. His hand squeezed my pelvic girdle, 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 young lady, was n't I ?"I giggled."I seduced two cops to get it on me while on duty."

police officer Lassiter chuckled.

"Goddamn, you are—"

The door opened, cutting off military officer Murphy.

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

I glanced over my shoulder to see a hulking, Black cop with a shaven brain. He stared at me, eyes narrowing. Officer Murphy ripped his dick out of my spasming cunt, the vibrator still buzzing away in my asshole. His jizz leaked out of me and dripped down my thighs.

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

Though he called the Black cop"Mac,"his name tag scan Officer Washington. The Shirley Temple cop stared at me."What did the short hussy steal ? Your cum ?"

ship's officer Murphy chuckled."The dildo buzzing away in her asshole, the dress on the floor, and who knows what else. She was on a minuscule offence spree before we caught her."

"commodity matter you found her and stopped her,"Officer Evergreen State said, unbuckling his gun belt."She had anything but that vibrator shoved up her asshole ?"

"Nope,"I moaned.

SMACK !

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

officeholder Washington chuckled."She is a loathsome, trivial filth, is n't she ?"

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

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

I trembled as he stripped nude, revealing a blanket trunk, heavily muscled. He had black-ink tattoos that almost vanished into his ebony skin. I gasped when he shoved down his pants. He had a devil of a peter. He dwarfed both the gabardine cops and the vibrator churning up my bastard. How could that even fit in me ?

I wanted to obtain out.

"Look at her wriggle,"said Officer Washington."Little, White loose woman wants my big, blackamoor dick reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

SMACK ! !

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

I shuddered as the inkiness cop moved closer. A wicked kick shot through me. He was going to ingurgitate that massive dick up my SOB. I groaned, my fingerbreadth flexing. I was cuffed. There was absolutely nothing I could do to kibosh him. It made me so wet. Cum leaked out of my pussycat as it clenched, aching to be filled again.

It wanted to do such naughty, naughty things.

"Goddamn, she is aegir for it,"officer Washington growled.

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

"Bet her daddy loves her,"police officer murphy said."Bet she sucks his cock every night."

I would. Right beneath mammy 's nuzzle. I 'd be such a bad, bad girl.

Officer Washington ripped the vibrator out of my asshole and tossed the buzzing toy to the base. It skittered and hummed, rattling as the railway locomotive kept churning away. I was suddenly bereft of all virtuoso in my frown half. My prick clenched, my body shaking. I became so mindful of the stale table beneath my physical structure. My minor titties drank it in, my pap 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 melanise man lifted me up. He held me, my hair dangling before me. A drop curtain of cum fell from my mentum and splattered on the mesa. He pressed his dick between my butt-cheeks. He moved me, sliding my chap up his putz until his tip pressed into my bastard. It was a thick, blunt cockhead.

I whimpered.

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

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

My mother fucker flared in pain as it stretched wide enough to take his Brobdingnagian, Black dick. He lanced so deep in me. My bowels clung to him, this burning passion rippling through me. I bucked and squirmed, my little boob jiggling beneath me. The cop grunted as my butt-cheeks pressed against his crotch. I could sense his wiry pubic hair.

"Goddamn, White girl ass is the best."

I just whimpered, drooling, cum and spittle falling to the board as I moaned. It was unbelievable. My cunt was already spasming. Another sexual climax rippled through me, my asshole celebrating his monumental hawkshaw filling me. Only a bad miss 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 waist tight and then fucked me up and down his tool like a living sex toy. Like I was his personal Fleshlight. I gasped and moaned, his dick pumping in and out of my asshole. My writhing flesh gripped him, the heat flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the early two cop watched and chuckled. My moans echoed through the interrogation way, my mania rippling about us. It was incredible.

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

Bright sparks exploded across my vision. My head tossed back and Forth. I groaned and gasped as he fucked me up and down his cock faster and faster. I could feel his intensity, his orotund fingers holding me. He practically encircled my waistline with his two hands. The cosmos swung around me as he used me.

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

"All the White person loose woman do. They love my big, pitch blackness dick stretching out their tight holes."

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

My pussy convulsed, succus and cum spilling down my thighs. My handcuffs rattled. It felt so amazing. I gasped and squeaked and moaned as he worked his hawkshaw in and out of my mother fucker. I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling, my pleasure rippling about his cock. This was the unspoilt in the world. I never wanted this to end.

He groaned. I could tell he loved my asshole. He worked me up and down that big, Black barb. My back arched, my small boob jiggling beneath me. My pussy spasmed so intemperately, aching to be filled with anything. So envious of my asshole.

The pleasure burned through my mentation. An ecstatic blazing devouring everything. His every plung in my asshole sent new sheets of ardor racing through me. I burned. exaltation consumed me. I howled. Shivered. This was beyond any sensory faculty I could imagine. I was just his sex toy. His living fuck doll.

Then he fucked me.

As he slammed me down his cock, his hips rammed forward. I gasped at the shocking spank, pain flaring across my prat. I bounced forward, my bowels sliding up his cock as his coat of arms held me loose now. It was like I was a swing. His hips plowed into me difficult now. He pounded my bastard with even more vigor.

"Oh, my roll in the hay god, I 'm dying !"I howled."I 'm dying from ecstasy ! Keep fucking me ! Do n't stop !"

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

More orgasms than I could count blazed through me. They roared from one to the other, rapture enrapture in cloud nine and euphoria all swirling in a firestorm of passion. darkness swallowed my imaginativeness. I howled. It was too much.

My sens could n't take it.

"God fucking tinker's damn !"the cop roared.

The Black cop 's punk fired in my prick. Dimly, at the edges of my awareness, I felt the jolts of jizz pumping into me again and again. These hot streams of heart basted me. I trembled, loving him. My asshole writhed, milking his dick as he grunted.

I swayed through the darkness. The exaltation buffeted me from every side. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in ecstasy. I felt something cool against me. My dickhead was abandon, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the examination tabular array before me.

He fucked me so arduous I 'd lost it. Only a bad girl could experience that.

"Goddamn, what a slut,"panted officer capital of the United States."That was a exercise. Her ass was tighter than a bankers fist."

"Only question, what are we going to do with the slight fancy woman ?"said officer Irish potato."Still do n't know her name. We got to write this up in the theme somehow."

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

officer Irish potato snorted."Let you go ? We got you cold on shrinkage. We found the vibrator shoved up your twat. Why would we let you go ?"

"True,"I said, straightening. So much of Officer Washington 's cum leaked out of my prick. It ran down to my pussy, mixing with police officer Murphy 's. police officer Lassiter 's jizz still stained my nerve."What 's gon na happen when your superiors find out you all fucked me. Are you going to claim that I 'shoplifted'your cum out of your musket ball ? That I got it in a Turkey baster and just squirted it up in all my holes."

"We 'll clean you up,"said policeman George Washington, his voice growing stiff.

I laughed. My manacle chains rattled."We both know that forensics will find even the tiniest ghost of your jizz on me. Your DNA. How long will you be going to jail for molesting an female prisoner ?"

Officer Lassiter swallowed.

"Or, you can let me go. I 'll be exceptionally grateful. Just guess all the other chances you will get to capture me being naughty. You 'll have to spank 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 shucks,"Officer Washington D.C. groaned."Why does a whore always know when she has you by the glob ?"

I winked at him.

It was n't hanker before I was sauntering out of the promenade 's low police place wearing my bad girl step-in, the vibrator shoved back up inside my cunt. I wore one of their law t-shirts, feeling naughty that I had their department logo printed across my tiny teat. It was sized for a kid, so it fitted me like a second skin. It showed off everything. I was going to savour being a bad girl.

Daddy would screw the new me. And so would all the former boys.

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The figure chuckled. Chastity was a vivid success. It was so glad it had the idea to create these panties. human being were such fun to manipulate.

Its newest creation was ready. It was an worry pair of panties. It was actually pure. A soft whiteness, the waistband trimmed in delicate lacing, a individual word printed in princess-pink letter across the derriere, each one drawn in a swirl of cursive.

Curious ?

The figure smiled. It was meter to bear Sir Thomas More fun. Another girl needed another gamey duad of panties.

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