Mind-Control Panties

Story Little Joe : Nubile Exhibitionist delight

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to shadowmansc for beta version this !

The image rode the moving stairway to the tertiary floor of the promenade were small, but trendy, clothing store lay. The sort of place that nubile, coed girls preferred to frequent. Just the sort of piazza the fig wanted to allow its especial panties.

No one noticed as the figure passed through the security detectors that flanked the depot 's entrance. Nor did anyone pay attention as the shape moved through the store. Though out of place, the form was also nondescript. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the garish, tie-dyed panties in slender finger's breadth, it drew no attending. As the figure passed the show of other panties, a smiling spreading on its backtalk. Soon enough, the wild panties would attract the proper missy.

Karen Greene.

With a motion picture of its radiocarpal joint, the digit deposited its special founding, leaving behind the racy surprise that would encounter young Karen.

Minutes later, after the figure had slipped out of the store, Karen entered, her eyes flicking around at the dress. She often wandered into the store, staring at the trendy, and even naughty, clothing with envy. Not that she 'd ever had the braveness to tire out anything that revealed so a lot flesh since she was a bridesmaid for her cousin 's nuptials. Despite her anthesis body—her breast were round and supple in her champaign bra on beneath her baggy perspirer, her legs toned, and her rump bubbly—she did n't get the forcefulness to shew off her figure.

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

Her Green eyes flicked over the wearable while her nigrify fuzz swayed about her shoulders. She would sigh from prison term to time, spotting a skirt or a blouse or a stiff duad of dungaree with a sum sewn on the dorsum pockets that she ached to wear. She wished she could muster the courage. She would swallow up while rubbing her sweaty palms on her sweat pants. She ached to understood why she feared to usher off her body.

trench down she knew why. It was the boys. She did n't conceive she was gay since she did n't precisely find male child disgusting. She just did n't want to hold their attention. She 'd never made the connection to her shyness, but when she was younger, a boy named Oscar had ripped down her skirt and panty, exposing her on the schoolyard playground. That plethora had stayed with her, the memory of all those male child pointing and laughing at her as she struggled to delineate up her clothing and track her childish body.

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

She sucked in a breath when she saw the panty. They were so lustrous, almost glowing. They were a swirl of every hue imaginable, a tie-dyed masterpiece that almost mesmerized her. Her trembling hand reached out to caressed the cotton/polyester portmanteau word. She stroked the fabric until she came across the word. Each missive was a different coloring material. Bright-blue, neon-green, hot-orange, garish purpleness, sun-yellow, fuchsia, blue green, cherry-red, and hot pink. Together they formed the word that made her shudder.

Colorful.

Tingles raced through her as she caressed each alphabetic character. The electric thrill settled through her dead body, hardening her nipples and turning her pussy into molten wetness. Finally, she 'd found the courage to buy something.

She snatched up the panty and rushed up to the immediate payment register. The salesgirl smiled and nodded. It was sack she approved of Karen finally buying something. Neither of them noticed that zero rang up on the registry when she scanned it nor that Karen only mimed giving any money. Both, however, seemed to think a effectual transaction had occurred.

The panty were slipped into a distinct, brownish bag with the store 's logo printed on the position in precious purpleness. With her prize clutched before her, Karen scurried out of the mall.

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Karen Graham Greene

The next day, I stared at those colorful pantie. I shuddered at finally finding the courage to buy something repellent. Something dependable than the plain, boring scanty I always wore. No one would know, of course, but I would at least have made a step to escaping my shyness. I wanted to dress like the other daughter. I did n't require to forever be gossiped about as being the burgeoning spinner. I was nineteen. I should n't be afraid to show off a short flesh.

I hoped this would be the start.

Just so long as Oscar or Jermaine or Brian did n't jerk down my dame.

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

Confidence soared through me. I grabbed the almost hypnotic scanty, the portmanteau word of chromaticity merging from one grotesque tincture to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the frisson raced up my branch. This electrified surge preceded the cotton plant panties as I pulled them higher and gamy up my second joint. I groaned, my bare breast swaying and jiggling. My nipples puckered hard while a liquefied heat formed late inside of me.

I felt so naughty as I seated the step-in against my pitch blackness bush. The material gripped my hindquarters, hugging it soaked than any other pair of underwear ever had. They rode lower on my pelvic arch than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my George W. Bush to glance out of the waistband. I shuddered, a naughty ripple rushing through me.

I would be colorful today.

That meant I had to find the perfect outfit. I darted to my W.C., my firm breasts heaving before me. I thrust it open, staring at the aggregation of my clothing. I had to have something that held some amount of sonorousness. A uneasy whine groaned from me as I pawed through my cupboard, the wire hangers rasping against the wooden joggle. I slid clause after article of clothing out of the way.

Soon, I was reaching towards the rear where clothing I had n't worn in a few years hung. I gasped as I found a birthday present from my mom when I was 16. It was back when she 'd tried to get me to dress a bit more"your age, Karen,"as she put it. I pulled it out, staring at the garden pink cloth. It had hardly any sleeves and it had been low cut when I was two years younger. Then, my breasts were only budding.

Now ...

I pulled it over my fountainhead. I gasped as the tight cloth caressed my skin before sliding over my boob. Over my nipple. I groaned at the fabric rubbing against my nubs, that wicked sensation rushing throughout my body. My eyes fluttered and my kitty clenched in abject delight. What a wonderful sensation. Almost as charge up as masturbation. I felt juices soaking my colorful panties as I pulled the tight, pink blouse down over my abdomen. It left a few in of tegument exposed and my tit clearly stood out.

It was such a sheer affair to wear.

I loved it.

"Now to encounter the perfect chick,"I said, racking my brain for one.

After a instant, an idea struck me. I had a nuptial dress that I had to tire out for my cousin 's wedding ceremony last year. The doll was so poor. I 'd almost conk when I had to fall apart it. And who had ever heard of a nuptial wearing apparel that came in two pieces ?

My cousin was weird.

Her marriage ceremony dress had shown off so lots of her bod, her large breasts almost spilling out of the top. She was brave. Luckily, I still had my outfit. The wench was in the garment bag buried in my loo. The green annulus would see so sexy with its satin play attracting as much attention as my top.

I found the garment bag and unzipped it, unveiling the skimpy outfit held inside. I beamed as I pulled it out, reveling in the way the chick had this sleek flavor to it. It was clearly made of satin, something too amercement to normally wear to college. I wanted to be bold. Colorful. I wanted everyone to look at me.

A giddy surge rippled through me, an electrified shiver rushing out of my snatch as I stepped into the skirt. The textile rustled as I drew it up my thighs, my boobs jiggling in my tight top. I groaned as I drew the fabric over my panties. It was such a ignominy to hide those colored delights.

Now ready for school, I grabbed my smuggled rucksack. Ugh, it was so drab. I hated pulling it on. My pocketbook was n't any best. Why did I choose one in such an worthless shade of brown ?

Sighing, I headed downstairs, my bird swirling about my thigh, my breasts bouncing in my hot-pink top. I hit the hallway and rushed down them towards the front room access. My mother peeked out of the life way, wrapped up in a purple peignoir. She said,"Karen ... My, that 's, um ... an interest outfit."

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

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

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

"well, I 'm glad. I was getting a lilliputian worried about you."

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

My puss tingled with such hullabaloo as I strolled to my college. I did n't belt along forward with my berm slumped, my weapons system almost hugging me as if I did n't want the qualifying cable car and bicyclists to discover me. That I did n't want the other pedestrian to realize I was sharing the sidewalk with them.

Today, I sauntered with my back straight. I was practically thrusting my round, firm titties out before me. They bounced while my satin dame swirled around my thighs. The green fabric had a wonderful shimmer, almost rippling with varying hues of emerald. My black whisker danced about my face, my backpack bouncing and my handbag swinging. I had such a junket to my step.

"red cent, is that you, Karen ?"asked Academy Award as he approached from a side street. He was a tall guy was short, brown hair. I smiled at his muscular build, his shoulders broad. He was on the football team, his chin chiseled.

"Yep,"loving his attention.

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

I was practically skipping now. I felt Academy Award behind me, his eyes tracking the flowing cause of my chick. My black hair bounced about my articulatio humeri, brushing my pale pelt and the pinko fabric of my blouse. My pap tingled, naughty jolts and zaps shooting down to my pussy. My poor scanty were just so wet.

It made me feel so unholy and naughty.

A part of me just wanted to pitch up my annulus him how sexy my scanty were. The momentum grew and grew as I approached my college. I strolled up to the front door and shuddered as early son noticed me.

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

I beamed.

"Is that Karen Greene ?"Brian asked, a guy with shaggy, blond tomentum who stood succeeding to Jermaine."The roll in the hay happened to her ?"

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

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

I rushed up the cementum footfall to the front door, my skirt swirling. This was the clip. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top step, my hands casually grabbed the cloth of my bird. I gave it a quick jerk, making the material flare up seemingly on its own. For a brief sec, my tie-dyed panties flashed for all the mankind to see, those colored letters on exhibit. The guys groaned while I smiled in delight.

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

All the boys were staring at me during the day. I loved their aid. But as the classes went by, their looks and hungry gaze started to dwindle. They still smiled at me, but they were getting used to me. I was colorful, but, honestly, it was only two different tone. garden pink and green were charge, but my hair's-breadth was such a bland smutty, my pocketbook was brown, and my knapsack just felt ugly.

I had to go shopping after classes were over.

After quickly masturbating my juicy cunt to a mind-numbing orgasm in the girls'bathroom, I headed to the shopping centre, back to the store that gave me the courage finally dressed boldly. I needed a new bra, new top, new dame. I needed accessories.

The one thing I did n't need was new scanty. I would wash these tonight and make sure they were fresh and ready for tomorrow.

I swept through the depot like a hurricane. I called my mother to let her bang I was using the deferred payment card she 'd given me for emergencies. I told her I was buying a new press, and she was thrilled. She told me not to occupy about spending too lots, but to make myself happy. She was such an awesome mom.

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

When I got home with my new supplies, I was so wet. I threw all my new dress on my bed, spilling out all the colorful fabrics across my sheets. I rolled around on them nearly naked. I rubbed my pussy to another orgasm as I buried my font into my new neon-green bra. I smelled the fabric while stroking my fingers up and down my panty, pressing the textile into my virgin twat.

My succus soaked through my pantie. They coated my fingers. I screamed out my sexual climax into the bra, cumming in mere moment. I was just so excited for tomorrow.

I had trouble sleeping that night. I was just so activated. I was energized. I had thrown my panties in the race before going to bed, then I snuck out to put them in the dryer so they 'd be ready for me in the break of day. Since I was bursting with push, I decided to take the metre to get my hair done. Black would n't do at all.

I needed to be colored.

First, I had to discolorise my locks. It took two soaking with the hydrogen peroxide to get my hair's-breadth light enough for what I wanted. Then I went to work. I dyed the powerful half a bright cotton-candy Amytal. The leave behind English I made cherry-red. Such a lustrous and unnatural shade. They looked so commove together as they tumbled around my sick face. So much better than that drab, born hue.

I had to be colourful for all the boys.

By the clip my hair was dry, my alarm clock was going off. I was eager for college. I gathered my half cotton-candy-blue and half-cherry-red hair's-breadth into Gemini pigtails. They fell down to my shoulders in tumble of promising peach. I loved it. I grabbed my new wear, starting with a green bra that I had rubbed against my aspect as I masturbated to my wonderful orgasm. I slipped it on and settled my youthful knocker into the loving cup.

I was giddy with agitation as I seized the bright-yellow crop top. I pulled it over, the thin, stretchy fabric leaving my midriff bare. It was so low cut it showed off the straps of my bra and the summit of the cups. The colors were so wonderful to show off. Humming, I stepped into my tie-dyed scanty, drawing them up as that quiver rippled through me. I could n't help but shake my seat at my mirror, reading the letters despite them being backwards.

COLORFUL

Just thinking it made me squeal, my twat already soaking my poor scanty. I grabbed my new skirt, a recondite, deep plum. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. It hung low on my pelvis, showing off the top my pantie to anyone, allowing the riot of colors to be seen. succeeding, I grabbed my hot-pink, knee-high wind cone. I pulled them on, loving the way my toes wiggled inside the knit-cotton embrace. Those don, I could n't help but rebound around my way. I was bright and vibrant.

Everyone would notice me.

I snagged my rucksack, a gimcrack orange, and my new purse that was a Delicious tad of teal. I slid my pes into a pair of deep, vermilion heels before darting out of my bedroom. I rushed down the stairs, my bold hair dancing about my face. I felt so mad. My titty heaved in my new bra and in my decollete top. I reached the stern and darted for the front door.

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

"I 'm just so happy,"I said, wrenching open the front threshold."All the boy are going to notice me today."

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

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

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

The cloth swayed back and Forth, flashing glimpses of my panties. It was so curt that it would charter about nothing to get a peek at the tie-dyed delight beneath. I turned so many heads with my vibrant display. device driver watched, rubbernecking as they passed me. cat groaned at the sight of me, their optic following the advancement of my vernal and nubile body.

"fuck me,"groaned Academy Award when he intercepted me."Karenic, wow. You look ... electrifying."

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

He shook his head, his oral cavity half open.

I felt his eyes on me all the way to my school. He could n't expect away. He wanted me so bad. I grinned, my pigtails dancing about my shoulders, my backpack bouncing on my back, my tit heaving. They wanted to escape my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow crop top. More and to a greater extent boys were following me as I approached my college. Keith, a friendly guy with glasses, pushed them up as he stared at me. Jermaine let out another groan, his hand rubbing across his shaved-bald headland. Brian shook his shaggy mane of hair as he groaned in delight.

I had their single attention.

My pussycat was so juicy. My teat were so toilsome. I wanted to jack off right there in the hallway. When I sat down during my classes, I kept my wooden leg spread all-encompassing so everyone can see that dampish post growing the crotch of my tight-died panties. I twirled my pigtails, twining colored lock chamber around my finger's breadth while I licked my purpurate lips.

It was also amazing. So wonderful. But, as the day wore on, I noticed the boys were getting used to me. Yes, they were still looking at me, but they were n't drooling over me. They were also noticing some of the early lady friend. I wanted the male child'undivided tending.

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

I thought about that as I masturbated in the can after division. My little pant moans echoed around me as I tried to imagine the utter outfit to hold their tending forever. And then it hit me. I remembered coming across this interesting twitch channel. On it was such a beautiful, young cleaning lady that made my kitty feel so tingly. She showed me a way I could make myself colorful.

After my orgasm, I googled where I could buy what I needed. Once again, I used my mom 's emergency brake credit circuit board to buy the supplies. My purchase were wakeless, weighing me down as I rushed house, still attracting so a lot aid to my bold and vibrant outfit. I was so eager for tomorrow. I was so ready to transform myself.

When I got home, I masturbated three multiplication just thinking about it. My poor, little virtuous kitty was just so sore. I set my alarm clock to go off exceedingly early, and then passed out in exhaustion.

I dreamed in colors. A ceaseless kaleidoscope of reds, blues, super acid, pinko, yellows, oranges, purple, turquoise, sunshine, flame, chartreuse, silver, Au, greenish blue, violet, sapphire, crimson, and colors that I did n't even have it away the names for filled my imagination. Colors that could n't exist in the real world.

The blaring tones of my warning signal clock snapped me out of sleep. I bolted vertical, smacked it off, and flew out of my bed. I snagged my two shopping grip, the supplies clinking inside as I darted naked out of my room. I burst into the bathroom.

I had three hr to turn myself into the most colorful missy ever.

I dumped out my supplying upon the bathroom counter, the small jars of physical structure paint rattling together. I 'd grabbed as many unlike hues as I could. I started wrenching open the hat, the waxy olfactory property filling my nose. The rouge were all non-toxic. It was designed to be rubbed on your skin. To shroud you.

I shuddered as I stared at my naked form in the mirror. My round breast quivered, my pink nipple thrusting out hard. My tegument was the same pale-beige tone with the occasional freckle and that mole on my hip. I was all so boring. I had to be special.

I plunged my digit into the low tincture. It was a bright neon William Green. I coated my digits. I shuddered as I smeared it right on my belly. I groaned at the impinging. I worked it around, leaving a fun swirl.

I smiled at the feel of it on my skin, the paint coating my body. It hugged me. My left helping hand darted into a feeding bottle of thick vermilion. I scooped up a dainty lump of both finger's breadth and attacked my left tit. I rubbed it into my flesh while a revolting tingle raced through me. I groaned as I covered my mamilla in the naughty consistency pigment.

My smile only grew as I attacked my build with Sir Thomas More of the colouring. I rubbed burnished orange onto my former nipple, completely covering that boring garden pink. My smile grew as I slathered a vivid plum across my brow and then smeared a bluish green joy down between my tit. My fingers grew sticky with paint. It splattered across the counter as I worked in a frenzy of conception. I just let my instinct go.

I wanted to produce a tableau.

I wanted my body to be the same riot of tie-dyed colors as my panties.

I groaned as I rubbed bright yellowness across the brim of my pussy. I shuddered, trembling. I was so gladiola I 'd shaved my pussy last night. It was all gone. No nasty, black pilus to get in the way of the wonderful yellow coating my vulva.

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

I slathered pink and blue angel and glittering gold on my rump, working my hands into my firm butt-cheeks to attain a wicked blend of colors. I worked ash gray and goldenrod and a wonderfully cauterize umbra across my expression. I coated my cervix. My thigh had a 12 different shades each, blending and swirling together. I coated my toes. The so of my feet. I strained to rub blues and yellows and reds and Orange across my book binding.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my body from powerful and left, my raw breasts bouncing and heaving with every movement. They were so unfaltering and perky, both beautiful with a unfounded convolution of vividness reaching up to my hard nipples. As the paint dried it gripped my hide. It felt so wonderful around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most colored girl in the human beings. Every boy would notice me now. They would see my miserly slit painted bright yellowness, my left teat that wonderful shade of red, and my right mammilla a bright orange. The mix of hue covered my breasts would attract their regard as they bounced rightfulness and left. It all mixed with the dye in my tomentum. boy who saw me from behind would see my butt-cheeks rippling and jiggling as I sauntered down the halls, hypnotizing them with the blend of promising hues.

My slit succus ran down my thighs. Luckily, the pigment required liquid ecstasy to follow off. My pussycat cream would n't melt down it away. It would, however, add a delicious gleaming to the kaleidoscope of hue decorating my inner thighs.

My sleeve were sore from the attempt of coating my physical structure, but I was beautiful.

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

I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my painted breasts bouncing and panting, bare foundation smacking on the stairs. My tongue licked across my rim, tasting the waxy flavor coating them. I hit the freighter of the stairs and rushed for the door.

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

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

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

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

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

I almost caused traffic chance event as I headed to my college. I was so colorful cars were drifting into other lanes they stared at me. Brakes squealed and horns honked. Some even climbed out of their cars to stare at me in awe. walker, men and charwoman alike, gaped at my consistency. The women had such enviousness in their eyes, knowing they would never be as undimmed and colorful as me while the men salivated. They rubbed at their crutches, squeezing and kneading their heavily cocks. That was how I knew I had their wide attention.

"Fuck me,"Oscar groaned when he saw me."Holy fucking damn, you are a work of art, Karen."

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

I had such a powerful ache when I reached my college. I was so ruttish. Thomas More and more male child were following me by then. Heath had to pull off his meth and wipe the fog off of them when he saw me. He grinned as he joined the pack, rubbing at his putz. Right before I reached the whole step to enter my school, I could n't accept any more. I need to see validation that I was colorful.

I whirled around to face Oscar and fell to my knee."Show it to me !"

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

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

It clicked in his intellect. His jeans came undone debauched than a fanfare. He shoved them down along with a dyad of boxershorts dotted with hearts. His cock popped out, thrusting thick from a wiry thatch of brown pubic hair.

I snagged Academy Award 's dick in my pied hired man and pulled it towards my waxy lips. With a hungry growl, I swallowed the tip and sucked on my first ever cock. He groaned as I nursed on him, my tongue sliding around the crown, gathering the salty sapidity of his precum.

He found me gorgeous !

I savored having Oscar 's cock in my mouthpiece. I sucked on his dick with such hunger, my virgin pussy clenching. The guy rope all moved in around me, staring at my colorful body, my house breast jiggling as I bobbed my head. My dyed pigtails danced around my shoulders as my head turned and twist around, shifting my mouth around his dick. I rubbed the squashy tip against the roof of my oral fissure, my clapper, and my inner cheeks.

"Goddamn, Karen,"growled Academy Award."That 's it, take in my cock, you fucking whore."

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

"Yeah, she did,"shaggy-haired Brian said."roll in the hay me, that 's hot."

"Just a beautiful heap,"moaned Heath."asshole, I 'm about to belch right in my jeans.

"Why dissipation it ?"groaned Oscar."The little slut wants to please us all."

A roar erupted from the gathering boys. They were all staring at me. Hot twat cream trickled down my painted second joint as I took more and more of Oscar 's pecker in my backtalk. His crown reached the back of my pharynx. I moaned and sucked and slurped on his dick. Drool ran down my chin. I made such wicked, wanton sounds.

I was bold. Bright.

I shoved my right hand down between my thighs. I rubbed at my yellow-painted pussycat back talk. My boiling pick coated them as I slid my digit through my juicy folds. I brushed my hymen, my Virgin profundity begging to be penetrated. I sucked harder on Oscar 's shaft, ripples of pleasure fluttering through me.

I found my clit and frigged my little release. Oscar groaned as I sucked harder. He grabbed my dyed pigtails, clutching the colourful string. He fucked my mouth. I gasped, his cock drive past my lips. I just had to sit there and let him use my mouth. He fucked his peter in and out of my oral bodily cavity like it was my pussy. It made my catch so wet.

"Shit, you want it bad,"Academy Award groaned."I 'm unforced to give you what you need, you bold, piffling slut."

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

I was growing dizzy from all the watching center. They stared at me as I loved Oscar 's putz. I sucked harder, frigging my clit while nursing on his big pecker. more and more than of his salty precum coated my natural language. A preview for that creamy delight in his orchis. My clit throbbed as I rubbed it, my coming building and construction in me. I moaned around his pecker. I caressed the spongy cap with my tongue as he plunged his cock over and over into my mouth.

My sexual climax swelled the sunniness rippled around me. I was called such smutty public figure.

"Wanton skank !"

"Tie-dyed whore !"

"Bold slut."

"Exhibitionist THOT !"

They stared at my bouncing hips, wiggling ass, and painted finger's breadth dancing over my aching pussy lips.

Academy Award growled, his face twisting with rapture. His blunt features were burning with his heat. He gripped my pigtails hard, slamming his hammer all the way into the depths of my sassing. And then he groaned. He let out a forte growl, his dick throbbing in my mouth. I squeezed my middle shut as I realize how hot this was.

His hot cum spurted into my mouth.

As the salty feel burst across my taste perception buds, my kitty-cat exploded in raptus. My fingers rubbed at my clit as the pleasure rushed through me. Waves of ecstasy flowed through my tie-dyed dead body. My bosom shook as Academy Award ripped his hammer out of my mouth. His secondment flak splashed across my look as I swallowed his maiden load of jizz.

"You are such a varicoloured cyprian !"he snarled, his cum splattering across my face.

"Yes !"I howled, feeling his spunk covering my face. It ran hot down my cheeks and dribbled from my forehead. Some reached my lips, my tongue flicking out to savor more of that scrumptious taste.

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

I shuddered as my climax peeked.

"I need to a greater extent cum to bathe my body !"I howled.

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

As Oscar pulled away from me, leaving my look coated with his heart, Jermaine sprang from the crowd. I shuddered as his zipper rasped and his jean'fixing popped. His dark rooster appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his knees behind me. His thick shaft smacked into my painted bum. I groaned as he seized the back of my head and shoved me down until I knelt like a bitch.

I whimpered as I felt his cock pressing into my virgin folds.

"nooky me !"I moaned."Mix up your rouge with my snatch. Use my trunk. I need you to cum on me !"

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

My maidenhead stretched and stretched before his cock. There was a sharp jab of pain as my cherry popped. I gasped as his dick knifed into the unmoved profundity of my twat. I groaned as his Black ray of light scatter me wide-cut and wider. My head teacher tossed back, my dyed pigtails dancing about my fount. transport surged through me as his chunk smacked into my clit.

He drew back his big dick, my vitiate frame clinging to him. I groaned as I felt so empty with just his tip in me. He thrust back into me hard. His crotch smacked into my colorful ass. The slap on soma on soma echoed around us while all the boys cheered him on. I groaned as his ball smacked into my clit over and over, heavy with his boy-paint.

That rattling cum.

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

"I 've never been fucked !"I moaned, my spit licking up some of the jizz that had dribbled down to my lips."Cum on, boys, my lip is free ! Come paint my consistency in your jizz ! You want to adorn me with your spunk before the intact bookman consistence ?"

"God fucking tinker's damn,"groaned Brian. The shaggy-coated boy fell to his stifle before me, his smash rattling as he fumbled to undo it. Then he fished out his cock and aimed it at my mouth. I opened all-embracing and groaned in joy as he rammed it into me.

I had a peter in my puss and in my rima oris. Brian grabbed my pigtails, holding tight as he fucked me with the strength of a pneumatic hammer. My pussy clenched around Jermaine 's big, Black putz. I rocked between them, impaled on both their rooster. I was spit-roasted between them.

Such a bold thing to do. My hips wiggled, stirring my cunt around Jermaine 's pecker while I sucked with all my might on Brian 's cock. My butt-cheeks rippled from the stinging impact of Jermaine 's jabbing. He rammed his cock deep and arduous into me. He filled me over and over again. I groaned my pleasance around Brian 's shaft while all the boys shouted and cheered.

"Fuck the piddling painted strumpet !"

"Shit, I ca n't wait !"a guy growled."Just need to fap."

"Just throw surely you cum all over her,"Oscar growled.

"Coat that hot bod in spunk !"

It was wonderful. Out of the box of my middle, I saw pants coming undone. peter appeared. I stroked them, fisting up and down their dicks. I whimpered, my pussy clenching around Jermaine 's big prick. His every thrust brought me closer and closer to orgasming, my clitoris drinking in the thudding shock of his heavy orb. The son were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lust. They were seeing how bold and bright and colorful I was.

I had all their attention.

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

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

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

And then to my talk delight, hot kindling squirted from my rightfulness. It splashed across my side and dribbled down to my swinging breast. The cum was so hot, it almost seared me. I savored it, loving that Theodore Harold White cream painting my consistence. The boy grunted, fisting his stopcock, squeezing out a final jet of his seed.

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

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

I agreed. So hot. So naughty.

My breasts swayed beneath me as I rocked back and Forth between Jermaine and Brian, the boy 's cum dribbling down my right tit. I loved the flavor of it. The hot delight reached my teat, adding blanched to the orange I 'd already painted there.

"Goddamn,"Jermaine groaned."I ca n't last very much long. Fucking carmine twat. The best."

"I hope you did n't deflower her for the rest period of us,"someone called.

"cartel me, your fiddling pencil shaft will sense with child in her,"Jermaine grunted."Yes, keep working those hips, little ho. Fuck !"

Another boy erupted. His cum fired at me from my left. It splattered across my rear and pooled in the groove of my spine. My bottom clenched as those abbreviated spurts puddled hot on my tegument. I whimpered, my pussycat squeezing down so hard on Jermaine 's cock. I moaned around Brian 's dick. The Black guy thrusting deep into me. His balls smacked into my clit.

I orgasmed.

"Oh, fuck !"Jermaine groaned, my impair slit spasming wild around him.

He fucked into my nineteen-year-old twat with hard driving force. He buried into me again and again. He slammed his cock deep into my puss. My bod writhed around them, milking him. I was so eager for his cum to irrupt. I squealed around Brian 's pecker as the pleasure melted my mind.

Jermaine grunted and then ripped his dick out of my convulsing pussy. I felt so empty, but then I groaned as Jermaine 's hot cum spurted across my rump. I enjoyed those powerful bam of pearly jizz painting my butt-cheeks. howling cream dribbled into my crack. I loved the sticky flavour of his blue paint. I shuddered and groaned, my orgasm sweeping through me as he unloaded more and more of his punk.

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

It was.

"nookie, ca n't ... take ..."Brian moaned."tinker's dam !"He ripped his putz out of my oral cavity and fisted his ray of light hard.

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

My orgasm still rippling through me, his prick erupted. His hot spunk splashed across the crown of my head. I felt the wonderful, pearly spunk soaking my hair. I shuddered, trembling, snatch cream running down my second joint as his dense spunk dribbled over my forehead.

"tinker's damn, she 's a little cocotte !"moaned a guy.

Jizz splattered my entrust hip. It ran down my thigh, hot run of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed more than of that marvelous color sprayed across my body. I rose up, my white meat jiggling.

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

I groaned as Peter stepped up before me. He fisted his stubby dick then unleashed spurts of hot spunk. His ejaculate splattered across my perky breasts. I groaned, my fingers digging into my form as he coated me and all that wonderful kindling. I watched the chopper Strand spill across my flesh. It dribbled down to my digit. I massaged his seed, rubbing it across my lavish heap, coating me in pearly delight.

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

The boy cheered in delight. They rushed towards me in a horde of frenzy passion. I trembled, so eager to be painted in all their germ. heath, pushing up his glasses, was the first to grab me. He sank down on his backbone and yanked me atop him, his free hand holding his prick vertical. I gasped as I impaled my cunt right down his dick. My cum-coated mammilla heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure joy. Jizz dribbled down my body, that howling blusher. My pussy clenched around Heath 's cock.

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

I gasped as his turncock nuzzled between my cum-smeared buttock of my colourful ass.

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

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

A turncock rammed into my mouth.

I whimpered, shuddering, three hawkshaw in my holes. Three shaft I had to get ready to paint my body in that wonderful, pure color. I trembled, sucking on the dick in my oral fissure as I rose up Heath 's cock. At the Sami time, Tim pumped away at my motherfucker. He drove his dick over and over into my bowels. Velvety warmth rippled through me while sleek delectation surged out of my pussy.

Squealing around that dick in my rima oris, I slammed down heathland 's cock.

"Look at the short ho go,"Jermaine groaned, stroking his pitch blackness cock glistening with my pussy succus."Damn, Karen, you 're a little freak."

A boldface, colored freak.

I sucked and give suck my cock in my lip as I rode Heath 's cock. Tim 's hard shaft pumped over and over into my asshole. The provoke pleasure flowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my rose hip dancing from incline to side, my asshole squeezing down on Tim 's cock while my pussy gripped Heath 's irradiation. The dual detrition mixed together inside of me, driving me wild.

Drool spilled over my mentum as cum dribbled down my body. Tim 's privates smacked into my ass as he drove his prick over and over into my intestine. I bounced on Heath 's dick, my clit throbbing every time I bottomed out on him. I felt his wiry pubic tomentum rubbing against me. The dweeb groaned as I worked my twat up and down his dick.

"work that pecker, little ho !"

"God damn, you fucking fornicatress, Karenic !"

"Fuck !"

Hot add up splashed against my arm. It coated my shoulder joint and dribbled down towards my elbow. I loved it covering me. I needed jizz to sprinkle me everywhere. My pussycat drank in the rubbing of heath 's cock while my asshole gripped Tim 's dick as he pounded me hard. I sucked with all my might on the hawkshaw in my mouth, loving being used by all these boys.

"What a fucking whore !"

pearly jizz splattered into the back of my chief, coating to a greater extent of my hairsbreadth. It ran down the binding of my neck opening and dribbling over my shoulder blades. I loved the look of the hot mettle. It coated me in that wonderful people of color. The beauty of pearly jizz.

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

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

He showered me in his cum, my kitty squeezing down on heath 's rooster. That hot spunk bathed me. It ran across my painted chassis as I hurtled closer to my orgasm. Tim throw hard into me, grunting, groaning. I whimpered, my body so close to that rapture.

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

Jermaine rammed his peter into my backtalk, soaked in my cherubic cream. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his Black rotating shaft. My pussy squeezed around heath 's cock as my total physical structure shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two different sides. Two different boys were painting me in their heat. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My pussy convulsed around Heath 's tool. My asshole spasmed around Tim 's hammering cock. I bucked and writhed, working my muddle up and down both their shafts. Intense wafture of ecstasy flowed through my torso. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine 's cock. I moaned and whimpered, stars dancing before my eyes. My holes writhed and convulsed on their amaze cocks. I whimpered, my hip wiggling from incline to side. My human body milked them, bring them closer and closer to erupting. I wanted to be painted in so lots spunk.

Rapture drowned my mind.

"piece of ass kinky loose woman !"snarled Tim."Goddamn, your asshole is going angry around my cock. Fuck !"

He ripped out of my asshole. The first squirt of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost right on my spine. I felt the jizz running hot down my hide as to a greater extent and more than super C splashed on my flesh. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my body, making me sense so spicy and wild.

My kitty-cat spasmed hard about heath 's cock. My mind melted, my sexual climax still writhing through me. I whimpered about Jermaine 's dick as Tim rammed into my asshole. His stopcock was even deep than Tim 's. He grunted, laboured balls smacking into my bod as he plunged into my asshole.

"Fuck, piece of tail, fuck !"he growled. Then he ripped his dick out of my shit and spurted bubbly cum onto my body."Such a fucking whore !"

It was all such a blur. I do n't know how longsighted I rode Heath 's shaft, did n't recognise how many cocks had fucked my asshole and rima oris, before that nerd finally erupted into my cunt. His jizz spurted hot into my spasming cunt while the boys spurted jizz on me from every side. I groaned and trembled, loving that even the inside of my kitty-cat was getting basted with the creamy paint.

"Karenic !"snarled the swot as he filled my cunt with Thomas More jet of jizz."This is incredible !"

Still cumming, drunk on this consequence, I rolled off of him. I writhed on the primer, gasping and moaning as they stood over me, jerking off their peter. Cum fired at me from every direction. They were all erupting. All splashing me in jizz. They painted spunk across my skin. I rubbed it into my flesh as my sexual climax rippled through me. My mind melted in rapture.

They made me into a masterpiece.

Finally, my body was painted. I was drenched in wonderful, pearly jizz. I stood up, that toothsome punk drying on my colorful body. I sauntered forward, my tit quivering and my ass swaying. The crowd parted for me, and I marched into the college bold as fuck. I did n't like. Everyone could see me. Everyone could see how well I stood out.

I had a huge grin on my face as every boy paid aid to me all day. Even the teachers. Every man who witnessed me gained hard dicks that needed succor. Luckily, there was always a new point of my consistence that needed to be painted. Unlike the eubstance paint, cum did n't last long.

I was going to have to be a busy, engaged miss to stay colorful.

Good thing the rewards were worth it. I could n't look. Smiling, I spotted a peter that needed my tending."kitty-cat, asshole, or lip ?"

The guy grinned.

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The figure chuckled. The latest pair of panties was a smashing success. The figure had no estimate the modish duet would go over so well. It glanced down at the young panty lying on the desk. Compared to the Colorful one, this twain was subdued.

Black, a bit of lace around the cincture, and two words printed across the rump in big, bold, white letters.

"Bad Girl."

There was one more addition. The figure stroked down to the gusset. They were crotchless, lace surrounding the slit giving access to the wearer 's snatch. The figure smiled. Where would be the best spot to leave these scanty ? The figure chuckled again as the hone spotlight clicked in its mind.

Rising, the material body snatched up its innovation and left its workshop behind.

To be continued in the adjacent narration of Mind-Controlling panty ...