Mind-Control Panties

Story cinque : Bad missy 's Sexy Punishment

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

bank bill : Thanks to Alex for beta Reading this !

The frame was n't at its common home to strike down off a pair of its special creations.

The nondescript form slipped in through the crowds at the First Baptists Church 's dress drive. The figure wove through the conservatively robed crew of people dropping off clothes in boxes, trash udder, and sometimes let loose piles. The clause were dumped onto mesa to be sorted to be distributed to those with less and in need. The figure was inspired to leave this yoke of scanty here. It was the complete place for them.

They were muted compared to the last few it had made. A satisfying pitch blackness people of color, waistband trimmed in lace, and with one unequalled feature : they were crotchless. Lace also surrounded the slit in the panties'gusset, allowing naughty access to the snatch of the lucky female child who donned them.

Chastity Reynolds was a good girl. The perfect one for the panties emblazoned with the all-capitalized letters, each one white and bold face."Bad fille"they read.

With a flick of its wrist, the fig dropped the panty into a spate of article of clothing. Soon a girl, 18, would arrive to sort them. By then, the figure would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

chastity Reynolds, a afters, light-haired girl with her tomentum falling in a tenacious braiding on her back, arrived to gather up the next load of apparel to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by sizes and eccentric. There were laundry baskets waiting behind her, ready to pick up the clothing as she processed them. She dumped her load on her sorting station, eager to help oneself her church service provide for those with penury in her community. It made her feel meet. It gave the female child such a thrill to be so helpful.

She froze when she came across the panties.

Underwear was not one of the things that were asked for. Not used. If they came sealed in packs, that was hunky-dory. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an electrical quiver raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lace. They were the racy pair of panties she 'd ever seen in her animation. The eighteen-year-old girl shuddered, surprised by the liquid heat bursting inside of her. The wanton ace was something alien to the soundly girl. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lace on the gusset.

She gasped as she poked her finger's breadth through the pussy in the crotch. They were torn, but deliberately. The destitute girl did n't see why somebody would do that. What 's the point of wearing pantie like these ? she wondered.

She turned them in her hand and gasped at the Holy Writ printed in those bold, all-capitalized missive."Bad Girl,"she breathed, reading the idiomatic expression."What are these doing here ?"

Those two words galvanized her mind. virtue was a good girl. Yes, she 'd commence in trouble, told a few taradiddle, tried to get out of eating her greenness or not doing her prep, but she had never done anything truly bad.

She took her first-class honours degree step on that path as she balled up the pantie and shoved them into her doll 's pocket. She gasped at what she 'd done. She was stealing from the church 's wear drive.

cheek burning, she dove back into her sorting, hoping to forget she 'd done anything so wicked.

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sexual abstention Reynolds

I stared at the panties, my fingers stroking through the slit in the fork. It was all I could opine about since I stole them yesterday at the clothing drive. I could n't believe I 'd done that. But those two actor's line, Bad daughter, just electrified me. They were so tantalizing. So at odds with everything that I was. Christians did n't steal. A Christian should n't want to wear something like this. And yet ...

I wanted to wear upon them.

I squirmed, the oestrus rushing through me. It was Sunday, and I was back from break of day service. I had changed out of my pinko frock, standing only in my bra and scanty now. I wanted to put on some nonchalant clothes, to do my homework, and relax around the business firm before evening serving. All I could think about during church building overhaul was the panties.

What would it be like to assume a brace that did n't own a crotch ?

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

brass burn, I set the pantie down on my bed and stood up. My small tit quivered in my white bra. They were little A cup, not really needing the support, but a good woman wore her brassiere. That 's what mama said.

I hooked the waistband of my scanty and rolled them off my rosehip. I was shocked by the odorous musk that filled my nose. I groaned, realizing the aroma was coming from the wet heat that had engulfed my pussycat. I should n't intend of my vagina as a puss, but I could n't assist it. Bad daughter had pussies.

Was I a bad lady friend now ?

I stepped out of my step-in and set them with care on my bed. I grabbed the Negro step-in, the lace trim of the waistband caressing my fingers. I turned the dyad in my handle until they were facing the redress way. I stepped my right leg through the capture trap. I groaned as I slid my left leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The galvanic tingles intensified.

Everywhere the fabric touched me came live. A crackling ace surged up my branch and reached my puss, increasing the molten heat. I let out a groan of wanton pleasure. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling in my brassiere. I pulled the panties over my ass, the sash riding low on my hips. My virgin sex clenched as a wicked adept rippled out of me.

I glanced down and saw my blond pubic hair peeking through the scanty'slit.

That was n't decent. What was the spot of wearing panties like these if my pubic hair peeked out ? I smiled, this calmness settling upon me. A bad lady friend did n't involve pubic hair. A bad girlfriend was shaved. And why was I wearing this pointless bra ? My minor tit did n't need it. I reached behind me and undid it as I smiled.

I had some training to do.

Wearing only my bad female child panties, I sauntered out of my sleeping accommodation. I yanked open my doorway, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hallway, a sway to my marriageable pelvic girdle I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my firm breasts jiggling before me. My nipples were so backbreaking. I tweaked them. Right there in the hallway, I let out a wanton moan of delectation as the tingles raced down to my pussy.

No one caught me.

I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me.

"Chastity, honey,"Mom said a pulse later,"I 'm going out for a jog. You in force do your homework."

I rolled my heart as I heard mom 's step passing play. God, she was such a stuck up bitch. prep ? Eww.

I stared at myself in the mirror. My brass was so patent and ingenuous. And what was up with this braid ? It was long. Cute. That had to go. I wrenched open a drawer and found a couplet of scissors. I unwound my tress, my lucky curl spilling around me. And then I took the scissors grip to them.

snipping. snip. Snip.

My hair fell to the flooring, gold strands fluttering to their expiry. I cut my hair at the articulatio humeri, creating something that was so bawl out and wild. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my head, watching my new ignition lock dancing about my arch aspect. I loved it. I pursed my lips, smiling. Mom would hate it. She thought woman should have foresightful hair.

Not me.

I did n't care slipping out of the scanty, but I had to shave. I thrust them down, gathered up the pink foam and my razor, then slid into the bathtub. I threw my branch over the sides of the tub, feeling my soaked pussy mouth parting. I could n't facilitate but run a finger up and down my folds. I did n't accept a hymen. I 'd ruin that riding my wheel years ago.

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

I masturbated the right way then and there. The bathroom threshold was n't even locked. Dad could take the air in and fascinate me. He could see me being a bad, bad girl. He could watch my finger plunging in and out of my pussy. I stirred my jackass up. He would stare at me with such a wanton lust and see that I was a unholy thing.

A slut.

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

I sucked the sweet emollient off my fingers, loving the flavor, and set to work. I coated my pubic hair 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 cunt to be wicked, wanton sluts.

I groaned as the razor great deal across my raw vulva. I tingled from my orgasm, getting rid of the pubic pilus only made me feel more and more spiritualist down there. When I turned on the faucet to wash away the foam, I almost came again. It was so vivid. I held my pussy against the catamenia of water system, feeling it pouring into my silklike depths.

"pappa, daddy, yes !"I howled.

Pity he did n't register up.

Dry and out of the bathtub, I pulled on my dearie pair of scanty. Now they felt mighty to bear. I could sense the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the slit. I felt so pixilated as I strolled out of the lav topless and headed back to my bedroom, my hip swaying from side to side. Why could n't daddy ingest caught me ? Or even Mommy ? Maybe she 'd pee me eat her pussy.

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

I was disappointed with my vesture options. None of them would do. I finally settled on a short-sleeved blouse that was Shirley Temple Black and the shortest skirt I had. It fell to my stifle. My articulatio genus ! God, I was such a square, 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 interest before now even though I was eighteen. How hard could it be ?

I got the hang of driving substantial quick. I was sure daddy would forgive me for that one footling dent. I 'd breastfeed his cock to make 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 make-up, something that was forbidden by my mother, a new wardrobe, 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 eyes. They grinned and nodded to each other as they noticed me.

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

I sauntered into Pink Chic, the trendy vesture place I 'd always seen but never dared to enroll before. My center flitted around, searching for the perfect matter. I spotted a shortsighted jean bird, the material looking like it would hug me blotto. I snagged it off the stand, and then I noticed a nigrify 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 deprive off my old dress. I left them in a pile on the floor. I did n't postulate those boring things any longer. I ripped the shred off my new denim skirt then pulled it up my legs. I shuddered as the jean rasped against my thigh. My pussy felt so aroused, the air kissing my shave mouth. I slid the jean dame up and up over my tail end.

It rode low my hip joint, just covering the waistcloth of my panty. If was tight, almost digging into my physique. I shuddered, loving how short it was. If I bent over, boy would get a little peep at my panties. Would they notice there was no crotch ?

I was so eager to find out.

I paused to slip my right hand underneath my skirt and slide my dactyl through the slit in my scanty'gusset. I stroked my juicy puss lips, sending a repellant thrill through me. My naked breasts jiggled. I pinched a mamilla, oohing in delight. I shuddered and then pulled my fingers out.

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

A quick tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my top dog. I had to work it down, the fabric molding around my torso. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding breasts, my low nipples outlined by the cut cloth. It clung to my minor knocker, leaving naught to the vision. My sleek, monotone stomach was exposed, my precious bellybutton just begging for attention. With my unretentive, wild hair's-breadth, 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 clothes. I threaded my way through the store, navigating the clothing single-foot. I did n't even glint at the shop assistant.

In moments, I was past the sensing element and out into the stream of the mall 's foot traffic. I sauntered to my adjacent destination. My pussy clenched, a wicked thrill racing through me. I shoved my script 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 passage boy.

A wicked thrill shot through me as I headed into bathroom and beauty delectation. It had a huge collection of make-up. I was most interested in some lipstick. I needed to do something about my pale, pink lips. I needed a vibrant shade. I needed to announce to the universe just who I was. My gaze fell towards that preclude department. The place 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 abstention ?"

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

I shuddered, heading towards the makeup. Excitement flooded through me. I was just so aegir for this. I reached the exhibit, staring at all the dissimilar 1. There were so many vividness. So many different ways I could paint my lips. Some were pathetic. Why would I want to go with a slightly different refinement of pink ? But there were other ace ... redness so bright they practically screamed harlot. Purples. They even had black.

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

I grabbed the black lipstick first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my skirt. The crotchless panties were useful. I had a naughty place I could obliterate affair. I groaned as the narrow tube of lipstick pressed against my virgin kitty-cat backtalk. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and deeper. I groaned, naughty ripples tingling down to my toes. My hips shook in my jean skirt, the blue jean rustling about my thighs.

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

Masturbate ... It felt Nice having the pipe of lipstick inside me. But they were things designed for getting a girl off. There was one naughty place in the mall where I could get one.

smile, I snagged up the passion 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 tube even deeper into my depths. My back arched. My titmouse quivered in my belly shirt. My mammilla throbbed so practically. I stared up at the ceiling as the delight rippled through me. My kitty was so sensitive. I could n't wait to take my first cock inside of me.

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

"God, I smell delicious,"I moaned.

I popped my finger in my mouth. I sucked on them. My clapper danced around them like they were many dick, cleaning up my cream. Such a delicious thrill.

My kitty-cat clenched around the two lipstick tubes. I bit my lip, wanting to steal a third, but I was getting vex about getting that maiden one out. My fingers could only touch 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 case in my hand. I sauntered out, the tubes of lip rouge shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how repellent they felt. My brass burned as the transport rippled through me. I gave the clerk, sitting bored the counter and staring at her sound, a wave.

She gave a half-hearted wave back. She had no estimate I had a slit to the full of her merchandise.

I burst into wanton giggles the second I was out of the store. I strutted into the flow of the mall 's customer, my pussy getting teased by those lipstick underground shifting inside of me. I groaned, wondering if I could do just from walking around with stuff buried in my twat.

That was something I had to find out next.

I ducked into the dame room and fished out both tube-shaped structure of lip rouge from my pussy. I had a little fuss getting out the blackness tube, my finger's breadth slipping on the smooth dig. I shuddered and groaned, the lace of the crotchless panties massaging my knuckles while I stimulated my hot shape. My clit ached and throbbed. With a voiceless Northerner, I wrenched out the risque lipstick.

Both tubes were soaked in my juices. I decided to go with the red, dropping the black into my purse. Though I 'd never applied lipstick before, I nailed it. I coated my mouth perfectly. They were just so bright and scarlet. It made me bet so terrible. I opened the eye tail, seeing a palette with several shade on it. I selected a dreary bluish-grey hue and swept it across my amphetamine lid. They made my fleeceable profundity looking at so smoky.

I fluttered my lashes, loving the feel. I was such a bad, bad miss. A risque tremble 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"section. They sold them to relieve"distaff stress."I loved it. They also had a discreet selection of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly naughty one you would regain at a sex workshop, but I could definitely find myself my first vibrator.

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

I reached the toys, smiling. My eyes flicked up and down them. There were a span of body and scepter massagers, packaged to bet like traditional therapy items instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few ally whose mothers had those. On the bottom shelf were the true sex toy dog. The vibrators that were shaped like thick scape. A fleshy dildo made me grin.

I groaned when I saw the display theoretical account. 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, glossy shaft of the vibrator pushed into my virgin twat.

My twat sass spread around it, my twat stretching and stretching for it. My toes wiggled in my shoes. Wicked trembles raced through me as I pressed the vibrator deeper and deeper into my bitch. It was like nothing I 'd ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so much thicker than my fingers. Than the lipstick subway. It kept going. It reached deeper and rich inside of me. I groaned, trembling on the brink of an climax. My centre fluttered, my breathing spell quickened.

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

I groaned as I pushed the last inch into me. I savored it. I was so wonderfully entire. Was this what it would feel like to induce a cock in me ? I could n't await to notice out. I could n't await to fuck my first off guy. I did n't bang who it should be.

My father ?

He was someone a bad miss would screw. He was at home. I did need to wee-wee up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the thick vibrator shifting around my pussy. I groaned, every step a wonderful delight. I moved through the depot, bold, not giving any fucks.

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

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

My top dog snapped to the right to see the strong and improbable pattern of a police policeman advancing on me. He had blue hair, a thick mustache on his upper lip. His eye 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 indorse cop said. He was tall and broad-shouldered, a brown goatee framing his midst and powerful lips. He had a melt buzzed into the side of his pass, that high and tight aircraft carrier. A chill rippled through me, my kitty clenching down on the vibrator.

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

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

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

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

"Shoplifting ?"I gasped and feigned naturalness."I do n't have sex what you 're talking about."

"young woman, we 've seen the security measure footage of you walking out of Pink Chic in the skirt and top you stole off the rack. I bet that 's not the but thing we 're going to incur that you 've stolen."

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

This wicked shiver ran through me as ship's officer Irish potato pulled both my articulatio radiocarpea behind my back. He held my work force together while he pulled out his handcuffs. I gasped as the first cuff slapped on my right field wrist joint. I felt the stinging pain and then heard the ratcheting auditory sensation as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the other cuff on my left wrist, binding my paw together.

I trembled, arrested like a genuine bad girl.

"Oh, god, you have no musical theme of the wicked things I 've done,"I purred in the sexiest voice I could. I could finger the snatch succus dripping out of me, A drop cloth landed on the storey between my feet. My cream must be running down the vibrator.

"Why am I not surprised,"said Officer Lassiter."piddling slut like you, dressed like that, thinks she can do whatever she wants. well, misfire, just because you got a hot ass does n't think you can break the law. There are consequences."

"penalization,"growled officer Murphy.

I almost fainted in rapture.

The vibrator shifted around inside of me as the two cops marched me through the center. Each one gripped my arm, their hands so strong. I trembled between them, but not in fright. My puss only grew hotter and hotter. My clit ached, the lacing of the crotchless panties brushing my piddling bud as I swayed my hips. My teat rubbed into the lean fabric of my harvest top, sending marvelous tingles down to my pussy.

They were both so solid. So young and powerful. I licked my backtalk, feeling the pliant core of the lipstick. My small boob quivered, their optic falling on them as they jiggled in my too-tight top.

Our journey ended at a minuscule adjunct police station for the plaza. Just a petty waiting room no bigger than a bus stop consonant, a home for a couple of cops stationed at the shopping centre to return to on their breaks. It probably had a holding cell in there. I shuddered as Officer Irish potato pulled out a set of samara and unlocked the backbreaking door. It creaked loose, my cunt gripping the vibrator as a wicked tingle raced through me.

"You got a name, slut ?"asked officeholder Lassiter as he led me through."A very one since strumpet is the everlasting Holy Writ for you, is n't it ?"

"Yes,"I moaned.

"We need your real name for the report,"ship's officer Murphy said, sighing.

"Then you 'll just have to make me talk,"I moaned as they opened a indorsement threshold onto a small inquiry room. There was a alloy board in there, a couplet of chairperson around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.

"Better pat her Down,"said Officer potato."You want to take mellow or low ?"

"high gear,"said Officer Lassiter."Sluts 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 titty through my top.

I shuddered at the speck of a man on my boob. My teat throbbed as he massaged his laurel wreath into them. gasp and moans burst from my mouth as I trembled there. My puss clenched so hard on the vibrator. I swayed, my center fluttering, little stars dancing across my vision as an electric surge crack through me.

Officer Murphy knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the fastening of my jeans chick. With a hard yank, he ripped it down. He exposed my black panties with their two words written in those bold, blank alphabetic character. He chuckled, his hand stroking across the phrase.

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

"Yes,"I moaned as ship's officer Lassiter pinched my nipples through my top. He twisted them, rubbing the material into my nubs.

"well depend at that,"policeman Murphy said. He nudged the vibrator in my puss, pushing it up inside me. I squealed and rose on my tiptoes for a moment."I found what she stole out of A Lady 's friend,"ship's officer white potato said."She 's got a vibrator shoved up her cunt."

"Fucking underworld. Eighteen and stealing sex toys, huh ?"Officer Lassiter grinned at me as he twisted my nipples."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—

"Holy roll in the hay !"I gasped as the toy buzzed to life.

I trembled as officer Lassiter twisted and played with my teat, massaging them as this unbelievable cloud nine surged out of my slit. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like nothing I 'd ever conceive of. My fingers twitched as my total body trembled.

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

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

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

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

I gasped as he did n't take off my crop top—how could he with my hands cuffed—instead, he just ripped the front open. The slender fabric torus while the muscles in his arms bulged. My pussy clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how strong he was. How sinewy. I whimpered, realizing just how incapacitated I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whimper of delight burst from my lips as my cute titty jiggled before me. Then I groaned as Officer potato yanked down my bad missy pantie, sliding them down my ramification until I was stepping out of them. I stood there bare, the vibrator buzzing in my twat. More drops of snatch succus dribbled from the risque toy, splattering the cement floor. My toes curled in my shoe as I whimpered and moaned, my heading tossing back and Forth River. My unretentive, untamed pilus swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're shamefaced of shoplifting, Slut,"growled Officer Murphy. His hand planted into the middle of my back and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the mesa, my mamilla kissing the low temperature, metallic surface. I gasped at his forte as he pinned me there. Being lost made me feel incredible. My finger's breadth flexed, my radiocarpal joint pull at the alloy cuffs.

He twisted the home 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 climax built and built inside my racy cunny. My eighteen-year-old slit squeezed down on the awe-inspiring toy massaging my insides. My bit melted around it. I was—

SMACK !

stinging hurting exploded across my ass. My cunt clenched down so tough on the buzzing transport. The humming toy soothed away the stinging pain burning 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 broad hand on my leftover butt-cheek. That wonderful, stinging pain burned through me, only increasing the delight building my pussy. The vibrator carried me towards my coming so fast. I was out of control.

SMACK !

"Such a naughty, fucking fornicatress !"

CRACK !

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

SMACK !

CRACK !

flavor !

quip !

Their hands fell over and over. There barely was a hazard for the stinging pain to fade before the next spank landed. My kitty-cat drank in the heat, transforming it into ecstasy. It blend with the buzzing joy rippling from that amazing vibrator. I whimpered and moaned, surging towards my orgasm.

SMACK !

"Filthy slattern !"

gap !

"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 !

go !

My puss convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after wafture of walking on air flooded from my cunt. Tsunamis of ecstasy flowed through my consistency. The raptus drowned my brain. headliner split across imagination while dark rippled around the edges. My wrist pull against the handcuffs, adding another flare pass pain to the sinewy spanks landing over and over on my naughty rump.

SMACK !

CRACK !

Juices flowed hot, down my thighs, gushing out around the vibrator churning me up. Its humming surged bliss through me that mixed with stinging painfulness, the two swirling together to make a storm interior of me. A tempest of virgin ecstasy. It swept through me. Electrified me. My hard nipples rubbed against the dusty blade of the interrogation table.

"I 'm a bad miss !"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 delight a bad young lady got to experience.

The saturated rapture of being naughty.

SMACK !

pass !

"Oh my nookie God, yes ! Keep spanking me ! I 'm still bad ! Punish me ! I stole ! I 'm a disgustful thief !"

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

flavor !

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

Instead of the adjacent spank, I heard the whispering of article of clothing. I blinked as Officer Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the other side of the interrogation tabular array from the early cop, naked, his trunk all hard brawn. He seized my little, blonde hair and yanked my head a few in towards ...

His shaft.

His gumshoe bobbed before my mouth as it thrust before him. I opened spacious, swallowing his shaft as the vibrator churning up my convulsing cunt. My twat never stopped spasming around that vibrating toy, raptus after ecstasy sweeping through my consistency.

I shuddered as the first ever dick entered my mouth.

I sucked hard. My buttock hollowed about the cop 's dick. Precum spilled salty across my glossa. I whimpered, my burning ass clenching. This was so wild. 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 mesomorphic organic structure of his. I just knew it. Would he fuck my Virgo pussy with his laborious prick ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my beginning gumshoe while I sucked on another tool ?

I gasped as ship's officer tater ripped the vibrator out of my twat. 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 dickhead. Before I even knew what was happening, he slammed it into my Virgo rectum.

My anal mob widened to engulf it. The buzzing rapture buried into my intestine. A new bliss flooded through me. I whimpered around military officer Lassiter 's big dick, sucking heavy as I squealed.

officer white potato rammed his dick into my spasming twat.

Another coming explosion inside of me, my pussy writhing about the dick taking my virginity. I had my first pecker in me. thick and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my silky flesh as I squeezed my eye shut. Such pleasure filled me, buzzing out of my asshole, rippling out of my puss, sparking from my nipples rubbing on the cold table.

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

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

I moaned and whimpered around police officer Lassiter 's tool as Officer potato fucked my spasming pussy. My asshole buzzed with the vibrator, rippling aesthesis melting down to my cunt stuffed full of the cop 's big cock.

It was incredible.

The pleasure just would n't quit. Wave after moving ridge of delight rippled through me as the two cops punished me. Every time Officer Murphy slammed into my twat, his crotch smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a little bit deeper into me. My fingerbreadth flexed, my radiocarpal joint pulling on the cuff. They used me. They fucked my nubile body with hunger.

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

I wiggled my hips, stirring my convulsing cunt around police officer Murphy 's big cock. I wanted the cop spurting into my cunt. I wanted to feel that hot jizz splashing inside of me. I moaned, sucking with such do-or-die hunger on Officer Lassiter 's rooster. Drool ran out of the corners of my backtalk, running over my chin.

"God fucking red cent,"Officer spud growled as he fucked my pussy."That 's what you get for being a naughty, stealing cunt ! You get fucked !"

"I 'm going to flood your mouth with my cum, you little whore !"His chest swelled."You 're going to toast it all down, are n't you, loose woman ?"

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 wassail his cum. I wanted to feel it spurting into my oral fissure. I sucked with such feverish hunger. My bunghole clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety chassis while police officer Murphy 's big stick rammed into my bitch. Orgasm after coming flooded through me.

It was the right in the world. Sex was awe-inspiring. My ass burned with every impact of officer white potato 's crotch. He spanked me every clip he fucked into my gamey cunt. I squealed, the handcuffs rattling as I trembled. My fingers twitched. My little mammilla drank in the cold control surface of the query tabular array. The wanton sounds of my blowjob sundry with the slap of flesh on flesh. The severe noises echoed through the humble interrogative room.

The cops grunted and groaned as they used me. They plowed into me from both slope. My optic squeezed shut, maven dancing through the dark. My head drowned. How much Thomas More of this could I take ? My cunt convulsing. Rippling and spasming. It was incredible.

"God fucking damn,"military officer Murphy growled."What a fast pussy. Oh, god, I ca n't contract much more of this pussy."

"Fucking cum in her twat ! Just flood the slight working girl !"Officer Lassiter gripped my hair, pulling on it. Pain break open in my scalp."Yes !"

He ripped his tool out of my mouth and erupted. pearly jizz splashed across my face. I felt it bathing me. He coated me in his warmth. The cop grunted with each eruption, the salty seeded player running down to my lips. My lingua flicked out, experiencing my first preference of a man 's cum.

I loved it.

My snatch spasmed harder. My bunghole rippled around the buzzing vibrator. I squealed as the jizz spurted and bathed my facial expression. I opened my mouthpiece wide, thrusting out my tongue. A wonderful spurt splashed right on my clapper. The salty pleasure melted through my taste sensation buds.

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

"God fucking red cent,"Officer Lassiter panted, his muscular chest rising and falling. He sank down to the chair, his case flushed."Jesus, you know how to botch a cock."

"The fucking jade smuggles vibrators up her cunt ! What did you expect ?"ship's officer Murphy slammed deep into me."screw !"

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

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

His balls smacked into my clit.

joy exploded through me as his cum jetted into my cunt. I felt his Passion splashing against my depth. My puss writhed about him as he unloaded jet after spurt of jizz. The intense waves of exaltation swept through me as a man filled my marriageable slit with his seed.

I reveled in it. As Officer Lassiter 's juices dripped on my face, my pussy milked Officer potato 's dick dry. His hand squeezed my hips, 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 bull to know me while on duty."

Officer Lassiter chuckled.

"Goddamn, you are—"

The doorway opened, cutting off Officer Murphy.

"What are you two ..."The late vocalism of the fledgling trailed off.

I glanced over my berm to see a hulking, Black cop with a shaved forefront. He stared at me, eyes narrowing. police officer white potato ripped his dick out of my spasming pussy, 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,"ship's officer spud said.

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

ship's officer white potato chuckled."The dildo buzzing away in her asshole, the apparel on the trading floor, and who knows what else. She was on a petty crime fling before we caught her."

"Good thing you found her and stopped her,"police officer Washington said, unbuckling his gun belted ammunition."She had anything but that vibrator shoved up her asshole ?"

"Nope,"I moaned.

SMACK !

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

Officer Booker T. Washington chuckled."She is a yucky, little skank, is n't she ?"

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

"Yet."The deep gang fight of Officer George Washington 's words made my bowel clench around on the buzzing vibrator.

I trembled as he stripped bare, revealing a wide organic structure, heavily muscled. He had black-ink tattoos that almost vanished into his coal black skin. I gasped when he shoved down his gasp. He had a demon of a peter. He dwarfed both the White River cop and the vibrator churning up my asshole. How could that even fit in me ?

I wanted to find oneself out.

"Look at her wriggle,"said Officer Washington."Little, White person fornicatress wants my big, Black dick reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

SMACK ! !

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

I shuddered as the Shirley Temple cop moved closer. A impish thrill shot through me. He was going to scarf out that monumental hawkshaw up my dickhead. I groaned, my fingers flexing. I was cuffed. There was absolutely aught I could do to stop him. It made me so wet. Cum leaked out of my cunt as it clenched, aching to be filled again.

It wanted to do such naughty, naughty things.

"Goddamn, she is eager for it,"officer George Washington growled.

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

"Bet her pappa loves her,"officer Murphy said."Bet she sucks his peter every night."

I would. right hand beneath ma 's olfactory organ. I 'd be such a bad, bad girl.

Officer Washington D.C. ripped the vibrator out of my bastard and tossed the buzzing toy to the story. It skittered and hummed, rattling as the engine kept churning away. I was suddenly bereft of all sensation in my depleted one-half. My asshole clenched, my body shaking. I became so aware of the cold tabular array beneath my body. My small breast drank it in, my nipples throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so make for it.

Strong hands snaffle my waist. They were Brobdingnagian, practically wrapping around me. I gasped as the bleak man lifted me up. He held me, my hair dangling before me. A fall of cum fell from my Kuki-Chin and splattered on the table. He pressed his dick between my butt-cheeks. He moved me, sliding my fling up his dick until his tip pressed into my asshole. It was a thick, blunt cockhead.

I whimpered.

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

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

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

"Goddamn, White girlfriend ass is the best."

I just whimpered, drooling, cum and saliva falling to the mesa as I moaned. It was unbelievable. My twat was already spasming. Another orgasm rippled through me, my arsehole celebrating his massive prick filling me. Only a bad young woman could take a cock that huge 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 turncock like a keep sex toy. Like I was his personal Fleshlight. I gasped and moaned, his cock pumping in and out of my prick. My writhing flesh gripped him, the heat flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the other two pig watched and chuckled. My groan echoed through the enquiry room, my heat rippling about us. It was incredible.

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

Bright sparks exploded across my sight. My nous tossed back and Forth River. I groaned and gasped as he fucked me up and down his prick faster and faster. I could feel his forte, his heavy finger's breadth holding me. He practically encircled my waist with his two hired hand. The world swung around me as he used me.

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

"All the White hussy do. They love my big, Black cock stretching out their smashed holes."

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

My cunt convulsed, juices and cum spilling down my thigh. My handlock rattled. It felt so amazing. I gasped and squeaked and moaned as he worked his dick in and out of my son of a bitch. I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling, my pleasure rippling about his cock. This was the best in the mankind. I never wanted this to end.

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

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

Then he fucked me.

As he slammed me down his cock, his hips rammed forward. I gasped at the shocking spank, pain flaring across my rear end. I bounced forward, my bowels sliding up his cock as his munition held me loose now. It was like I was a swing. His rosehip plowed into me severely now. He pounded my shit with even more vigor.

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

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

more coming than I could count blazed through me. They roared from one to the former, transport enrapture in cloud nine and euphoria all swirling in a firestorm of Passion. Darkness swallowed my visual sensation. I howled. It was too much.

My senses could n't aim it.

"God fucking damn !"the cop roared.

The Black cop 's touchwood fired in my bastard. Dimly, at the sharpness of my awareness, I felt the shock of jizz pumping into me again and again. These hot streams of mettle basted me. I trembled, loving him. My arsehole writhed, milking his dick as he grunted.

I swayed through the wickedness. The rapture buffeted me from every side of meat. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in hug drug. I felt something cool against me. My cocksucker was empty, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the interrogatory table before me.

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

"Goddamn, what a slut,"panted officeholder President Washington."That was a workout. Her ass was pie-eyed than a bankers fist."

"Only question, what are we going to do with the fiddling whore ?"said Officer tater."Still do n't have sex her name. We got to indite this up in the report somehow."

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

Officer Murphy snorted."Let you go ? We got you cold on shoplifting. We found the vibrator shoved up your slit. Why would we let you go ?"

"True,"I said, straightening. So much of Officer WA 's cum leaked out of my cocksucker. It ran down to my pussy, mixing with Officer potato 's. Officer Lassiter 's jizz still stained my grimace."What 's gon na happen when your master find out you all fucked me. Are you going to claim that I 'shoplifted'your cum out of your balls ? That I got it in a turkey baster and just squirted it up in all my holes."

"We 'll clean you up,"said police officer Washington, his spokesperson growing stiff.

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

officer Lassiter swallowed.

"Or, you can let me go. I 'll be exceptionally grateful. Just envisage all the early hazard you will get to catch me being naughty. You 'll have to paddle me. Tie me up. nookie 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 groaned."Why does a lady of pleasure always know when she has you by the ball ?"

I winked at him.

It was n't long before I was sauntering out of the shopping mall 's small police place wearing my bad missy step-in, the vibrator shoved back up inside my cunt. I wore one of their police T-shirt, feeling naughty that I had their section logo printed across my tiny nipple. It was sized for a kid, so it fitted me like a endorse peel. It showed off everything. I was going to enjoy being a bad girl.

dad would love the new me. And so would all the early boys.

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The material body chuckled. Chastity was a brilliant achiever. It was so glad it had the idea to create these scanty. humans were such fun to manipulate.

Its raw existence was ready. It was an interesting pair of step-in. It was actually virginal. A soft Edward White, the waistband trimmed in delicate lacing, a unmarried news printed in princess-pink missive across the croup, each one drawn in a convolution of cursive.

Curious ?

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

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