Mind-Control scanty

tarradiddle septet : girl 's Dazzling Desire

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta recitation this !

The public figure slipped into the high-end boutique. Normally, it should fend out amid the wealth on display. The prize wife and trust fund girl who pursued through the expensive, name-brand clothing would shudder in revulsion at the mickle of it. They were here for the stylishness. The pop. The outfits that quivered this or that current celebrity wore on the red carpeting.

Not for the bizarre.

It was the perfect seat to drop off the figure 's mind-controlling panties.

This one was an all melanize pair of panties with a single word written in twinkle, gold letters.

Dazzling.

The figure was eagre for this next game to begin. With a effortless flick of the wrist joint, the figure deposited the span of panty where a young girl would detect it soon.

Precious Jordan.

No one noticed the anatomy slipped out of the memory, least of all Precious. She strolled into the store like she owned it, almost shouldering into the figure. Though she was xix, she looked like she was twenty-five. Heavy makeup, her tits clearly enhanced already at her young age, her trendy top showing them off to their fullest, all gave the illusion of maturity to her nubile pulp. Her vivacious, red hair swept about her face, her green centre dazzling. She marched on stiletto hound like she 'd have on them all her life.

She practically had.

She moved with the confidence and grace that could only come with pattern. She strutted like she was walking on the runway, a model ready for the meretriciousness and glamour of Milan or New House of York or London or Paris or Rome. Behind her, scurried her female parent. Besides her daughter, mollie Jordan was plain, but she still was a woman possessing mantrap. Brassy hair, breast as large as her daughter's ( though hers were genuine ), and aristocratical optic that gave her an appealing cast. She possessed a curvy consistency, a wedding ring flashing on her left hand.

"Wow, feeling at these,"Precious said. She snagged up the panties, shuddering as the frisson racing through her. She turned around, grinning at her female parent."Dazzling."

Her female parent blanched."Panties like those are not going to assist you win. Go look at the lash. Find something attention-getting. I want those pervy judge lusting for you. You are not taking second station again."

Precious rolled her center. She thought she threw those panties back on the pile, but in fact, she kept a hold of them. She went to browse the lash while her mother found her a pleasant-tasting turnout for the upcoming beauty pageant. It was an expensive garb, but it went on her husband 's credit rating card. Her daughter would be a star.

Even if she had to pull the girl into it.

No one noticed that Precious dropped the panty on the counter for the store employee to ring up. Nor did anyone bill the step-in being slipped into the bag. Certainly, no one paid for it. They left the store with the rest of the habiliment that Molly purchased for her daughter.

Precious was deserving investing in.

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Molly Jordan

"Come on,"I shouted."We have to get your nails done. Hurry. We 're running out of time."

There was always so much to do. The pageant was tomorrow, and the competitor was fierce. That cunt sapphire was competing. The blonde bimbo had beaten my daughter go prison term, but not this time. Precious would win. She would be crowned Miss Dazzling bell shape.

My daughter was stark. Everything that I had n't been at nineteen. Or even xxv. Large breast, plump lips, flawless hide, and her red hair was such a fiery hue, not the brassy almost brown locks I had. Precious had even inherited her putting green eyes from her father, my husband marking. Everything about the girl was perfect.

I had to get her to win. How else would she get famous ?

Precious came down the step, wearing three-inch heels that were open-toed to evidence off the vivacious toenail polish she had. Her hair bounced around her shoulder, the slenderize shoulder strap of her negligee-style top shift on the thicker straps of the ignominious bra she wore. She reached the bottom of the stairs, her coxa swaying in the tight, white capris she wore.

"God, I 'm ready, Mom,"she said.

I frowned, staring at her capris. I did n't see a thong peeking out."turning around."

"Geez,"she muttered. She turned, letting me stare at her ass.

I frowned at what I saw. I stroked up the border of the outline, feeling a frisson as I caressed the line that her panties pressed into her tight capris."What 's this ?"

"The panties I showed you last hebdomad,"she muttered."The cute ones. The ones with dazzling printed on it."

I rolled my middle, this hot tingle shooting from my finger's breadth down my arm through my trunk. My nipples hardened, my snatch aching."You need More than just panties with the word dazzling on them to shine tomorrow. valued, you need to always see your best. I can see your panty line. I should work you go upstairs and change, but we 're going to be late."

"The competition's tomorrow,"she muttered."Let me just have these. Okay ? I promise I 'll do my estimable, so end being such a bitch."

I sighed, letting her have her little spat. I guess those panties would n't harm anything. It was n't like the jurist would see her today. in effect matter, too, because those capris she wore were n't the best thing either. She should bear a skirt on, something feminine and naughty. Something that would give those pervs sitting on the judge 's panel a tawdry shiver when they saw her walking in it, hoping for an upskirt shot.

Precious played on her phone the entire drive to get her nails done. She chewed on bubblegum, a riding habit I thoroughly disapproved of. But if I tried to get her to terminate the day before a competition, I just knew it would sham her tomorrow. We had a fight about it before her loss against that cunt sapphire.

What was that fille 's mother thought ? Eighteen and wearing such a scandalous outfit ? Some mother had no shame.

Dazzling ...

The word echoed through my idea. My daughter had to dazzle. Shine. She had to stand up out from the other little girl. How to do that ? There had to be a way. Something ... exciting. I studied my daughter as the manicurist, a chatty Thai fair sex, worked on Precious 's nails. I pondered ideas. My daughter was perfect. Her mamilla, a birthday nowadays when she turned eighteen, were just ripe and plump. Her hair was unflawed, her eyes such an enticing spectre of green.

There was just something missing about her ...

A spicy tingle raced through me. A shudder that started in my kitty and rippled through my body. My musical theme was perfect. Something that would establish her point of view out against all the early contestant. I shuddered, wiggling in my seat.

My daughter looked up."Mom ? Oh, no, what are you thinking about ?"

"We have another stop to make after your nails."

"I thought I was having singing moral next."

"You sing ticket. This will constitute you sparkle."

"spark ?"Precious asked."What are you talking about, Mom ?"

I shuddered. It was such a skanky mind I had.

While the Thai woman finished up my daughter 's nails—making them tenacious and beautiful, each one painted a vibrant shadiness of red to complement the dress I purchased for her close week—I pulled out my speech sound. I googled my theme. I 'd never been to one of these station, so I was surprised by how many there were. There was one just up the street.

I shuddered, it was so close. I knew just what to do. This wicked chill raced through my pussy. I would make sure my daughter dazzled.

"Where are we going ?"Precious asked after her nails were finished. She held them out before her, knowing not to advert anything until they were dry.

"We need to get something special,"I said as I started up my Porsche. I backed out, eager for this.

My daughter gave me a Wyrd look. She only grew more confused when I pulled up before our destination five minutes later.

"What are we doing here ?"she asked."Mom ? I thought you said these affair were tacky."

"You 're not getting a tattoo,"I said."You 're getting your nipples pierced."

Her jaw dropped."What ?"

"You heard me,"I said, climbing out of the car."Now let 's go, untested fair sex. The Book of Judges are going to see you daze !"

She climbed out of the car and stared at me in shock."Do you want me to show up my naked teat to them ?"

"Honey, do you need to win ?"

"I 'm not going to winkle my teat at a lot of old pervs,"she muttered."Do you manage at all that they 're staring at me ? There bunch of degenerates lusting over my scarce legal flesh ?"

"It does n't inconvenience me one bit,"I said."Men like looking at untried things. Beautiful things. Dazzling things."

She sighed as she followed after me into the tattoo parlor. A little toll rang. I looked around, grimacing at all the depiction on the wall. It was covered in all the terrible thing people would soak up on their bodies. Skulls, warmness, thorn, angel, demons, flame, unicorns, rainbows, shamrocks, and so much more. Some were cutesy, some look hooligan, and some just made me excise my head in confusion.

"Help you ?"a man asked. He peered a curtain of red bead."You got an appointment."

I shook my head."My daughter pauperism to get her nipples pierced."

He glanced over at her."And ? Got an appointment ?"

I shook my head teacher. I took a step closer to him."Listen, I 'm willing to pay anything to get it done right now."

His heart flicked up and down my consistency."Anything covers a lot."

"Oh, trust me, I can traverse it,"I purred."You should see the credit limit I have on the card game my husband gave me."

"I was thinking about a dissimilar line of credit,"he said.

"Well, that can be arranged,"I said, the tingles from my pussy burning at the stake through my physical structure. I would do anything to see my daughter win.

My left hand reached out, my wedding ring sparkled as I pressed against the tattoo artist 's genital organ. He was a rough man. Strong. I felt his cock hardening through his jeans as my gaze flicked up and down his body. He had sleeve tattoos racing up his muscular arms, flame and scrolls and chains all intertwined. He had a thick, handlebar mustache giving him the serious look of a biker. I felt his dick harden beneath my touch.

He was prominent than my husband.

"Mom !"gasped Precious."What are you doing ?"

"Why, paying for your piercings,"I said."Do n't concern, I 'll take charge of everything, honey."

I fell to my human knee before the guy."I hope a blowjob will be good enough, right ? I can still pay for the piercings."

"fuck,"he said."Sure, it wo n't take longsighted to pierce her."

"Mom !"Precious gasped again as I unfasten the heavily whang. He had a silver-plated rap warp with a Snake slithering out of a skull embossed on the front."What about Dad ? Geez, we can go to another piercing parlor if it 's that important."

"We have to do it now,"I moaned."We need to realize you dazzle."

The indigence itched in my mastermind. I could n't stop.

I wrenched his whack open and then charge at his fly. His fixing popped. His zipper rasped. I yanked down his pants and boxers, his peter popping out. I was right there in the lobby of a tattoo parlor about to suck a stranger 's dick.

I did n't nurse my husband 's cock unless it was his birthday, or I wanted another diamond tennis bangle. But now ...

I salivated.

I grasped his thick cock in my helping hand, fisting up and down the light beam. He was so much larger than my married man. I opened wide and sucked the tip of his dick into my mouth. My rim sealed tight. My nerve hollowed. He groaned, his eyes fluttering for a instant. He snorted, ruffling the nigrify whiskers of his mustache.

"Goddamn, ai n't she just a robust slut,"he growled."You see your Mama, little girl ?"

"Yes,"my girl groaned, her face red. She squirmed beside me, her nipples poking at the front of her negligee-like top."I ca n't think she 's doing this."

"Relax, women her age get horny. Your dad just got a hobble cock, so she needs a existent man. Do n't worry, I 'll contract care of you when we 're done."

"Not like that,"Precious muttered.

I bobbed my question, working my lips up and down his thick shaft. Precum spilled over my tongue. I groaned, my pussy getting so hot and molten between my second joint. I squeezed them together, my clit pounding and aching. A demarcation of drool ran down my Kuki and my sucking made such sloppy phone. So wet and smutty. I shuddered. I did feel like a rich slut.

A rich, get married slut.

My tongue swirled around the summit of his cock, tasting his salty precum. A whimper rippled out of my throat. A hot shudder raced through me. He tasted so unspoilt. I could n't wait to palpate him spurting into my mouth. To enjoy his cum shooting over and over into my oral cavity. I bet it would be unbelievable. I bet he would make me eat up every single drop of his jizz like a complete cocotte. I always spit out my husband 's kindling when I would blow him.

Today, I hungered for this man 's spunk.

"God fucking tinker's damn,"he groaned."Your mama 's hot for it. She is sucking like an oil rig. She 's athirst for my spunk."

I moaned in agreement around his cock.

"I do n't have sex what the fuck is up with you right now, Mom,"Precious said. She swayed back and forth on her heeled feet. She seemed on the verge of fleeing, but could n't quite appear to await away. Her wide, green oculus were locked on my lips sliding up and down the tattoo creative person 's deep cock. I shuddered, my purulent growing hotter and hotter.

My bridge player drifted down the front of my body. I reached get down and lower, crossing my abdomen. I pressed the fabric tight into my crotch. Into my twat. I shuddered as I stroked myself through my skirt and panties. My clit throbbed, shiver racing through my eubstance. I felt so naughty right now.

I was a leg mother doing everything potential to make sure enough her daughter dazzled.

joy rippled through me as I sucked on the tattoo artist 's cock. I did n't even know his name. I rubbed my pussy through my skirt and panties, delectable shudder rippling through me. My girl watched, seeing how dedicated I was to her success.

My natural language swirled around the tip of his cock. I gathered up more and more of his precum. My pussy clenched as I ached for his cum to oversupply my mouth. I just had to please him. My daughter crossed her weapon, watching with level buttock and wide-eyed, green eyes.

"That 's it,"growled the tattoo artist. He grabbed a fistful of my brassy fuzz."Pay for your daughter 's piercing. Damn, you have a rima oris on you."

"I ca n't believe you 're doing this, Mom,"Precious moaned.

I would do anything for her.

My button throbbed and ached. I had to touch my bud directly. I shoved my manus beneath my chick, sliding up my thighs fast. I reached the satin fabric of my pantie. They were soaked with my succus. I shoved them to the incline. My fingertips slid through my silky pubic hair. I gasped as I found my hot folds. I rubbed my thumb against my throb bud and driving force two fingers into my pussy.

My profundity clung tight about them. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as I plunged my figure in and out of my pussy. Pleasure rippled through me. I masturbated with a frantic need while moaning around the tattoo artist 's dick.

"piece of tail,"he growled."oeuvre that mouth, bitch."

"Yeah, she is a bitch,"Precious muttered."I do n't even want to get my tit pierced."

I did n't worry what she wanted. I was her mother and knew what was best for her.

I thrust my fingers in and out of my twat faster and faster. I rubbed my thumb in wild R-2 around my button. pleasure rippled through me. My cunt squeezed down on my digit. My torso shuddered. I groaned around his thick prick. It filled my mouth. It was such a baseless affair to enjoy.

He growled. His shaft throbbed in my oral cavity. I sucked on him, his precum spilling over my lingua. That feel grew salty and saltier. He growled, his fount twisting with pleasure.

"Fuck, yes !"he growled. His tool erupted in my lip."Swallow every drop curtain, you married slut !"

I gulped down the tattoo artist 's jizz. I trembled, my fingerbreadth plunging faster and faster in and out of my twat. My silky pulp squeezed down on my finger, increasing the friction. I gulped down his salty seed. It poured down my throat. I whimpered, feeling it warm my belly. The wicked thrill drifted lower and scummy. It reached my twat.

I groaned, dizzying waving of pleasure shooting through me. I churned up my bozo. I plunged my digit hard and fast. It was incredible. My center fluttered. I sucked and sucked, drinking down load after incumbrance of his salty jizz.

"Oh, yes, that 's it,"he growled.

I whimpered. Another spurt of cum fired into my sassing. I gulped it down as I shoved my fingers deep into my fathead. I was such a good mother. I was doing everything for my daughter. I was sacrificing so much.

I came.

My sexual climax surged through me. My reward. I squealed around his hawkshaw as my flesh spasmed around my fingerbreadth. Juices bathed my digits. My mitt. My clitoris throbbed beneath my massaging thumb. Sparks flared, adding to the rut rushing through my body.

My thought blaze.

The tattoo artist ripped his cock out of my mouth. As he shoved it back in his pant, I moaned,"yes, yes, cherished ! Oh, treasured, I 'll do anything for you. You 're going to win !"

"Come along, miss,"the tattoo artist said, taking my daughter by the arm as I came like a prostitute in the middle of his parlor.

Juices soaked my finger. My pleasure burned through my mind. I hovered at that peak. I quivered there, my married snatch spasming a final time around my finger. I panted. Groaned. That hot tingle rippled across me. It reminded me that I was doing the right thing. I smiled, gasping for breath.

I pulled my finger's breadth from my pussy and rose. I sucked them clean, tasting the delicious flavor of my sweet pussy. I stumbled through the curtain of beads and found my girl sitting in a pad hot seat. She had her blouse and bra already off, her large breasts on presentation. They were so ripe and plump and firm.

"tinker's dam,"the tattoo artist growled."How old are you ?"

"Nineteen,"my girl said.

He glanced at me."Nineteen and with implants ?"

"She has to daze,"I said."Now pierce her."

He shrugged.

My girl gasped both time. The needle gun pierced through her pink nubs one after the other. Then they were being threaded with silver rings. Each had little metallic element testis that screwed the end together. They look cute on her. Impressive. How many other girls competing would ingest them ?

Just my sparkling Precious.

The tattoo creative person flicked one, my daughter shuddered.

"Why do n't you check them out, slut,"he said, undoing his jeans."You play with them while I collect the residue of my fee."

"I thought I was going to pay for them,"I said."The blowjob was just for the lack of appointment.

"I told you we were using a different type of credit,"he grinned. He pulled out that big hawkshaw of his.

My pussy tightened.

"Mom !"my daughter gasped as I seized her large breasts.

My fingers dug into them, feeling her silicone polymer implants. I studied her nipples."They do n't seem swollen at all,"I said."I thought they 'd be tender or something. They look fine."

"Normally,"he said."It usually takes a few weeks for them to heal but ..."This weird aspect crossed his face. I felt this shudder zapping from my fingerbreadth gripping my daughter 's titmouse while she whimpered. Her middle fluttered.

What was I asking about ?

I stared down at my daughter 's mamilla, her to the full white meat clutched my hand. I squeezed them as she squirmed on the tattoo chair. I leaned down, this naughty quiver racing around my skin. Electric. My tongue flicked out, batting one of her nipple piercings. If flicked up and over her mamilla, twisting through her nub. Her face writhed with pleasure. She whimpered, squirming.

The tattoo artist chuckled as he flipped up my skirt. Then I gasped as he ripped my panties away. The fabric tore with repose, but I did n't like. I spread my legs as I licked my girl 's piercing again. I played with that ring, loving how it would dazzle upon her.

"Mom,"she whimpered.

The tattoo artist 's tool drove into my cunt in a single, hard plunge. My married twat squeezed down on his girth. I shuddered at his side of meat and whimpered as his balls smacked into my clitoris. I latched onto my girl 's nub, sucking hard as he drove his dick in and out of my kitty.

Pleasure rushed through me, my hips undulating from position to side. I stirred his cock around inside of my twat, my extracurricular cunt rejoicing at the thick feel of his dick in me. It was incredible. I whimpered about my girl 's nipple. I sucked on it so hard.

"Oh, my God, Mom !"Precious moaned, her face twisting in pleasure."Yes, yes, that 's good. Maybe ... Maybe these are squeamish !"

"That 's it,"the tattoo artist groaned."Make certainly your daughter 's pierced teat are perfective,"he growled."red cent, how small is your husband 's dick ? You are tight."

I shuddered, my talk full of my naughty girl 's nipple so I could n't answer him. The tattoo artist 's dick was huge. He stretched me open as he drove into me over and over. It was unbelievable. My eyes fluttered. I moaned around my daughter 's nub as he drove into me again and again. The silky friction built and built me towards another orgasm.

I popped my mouth off her right-hand nipple and leaned over to lick the left. I flicked her piercing back and Forth, making her gasp and squirm. Her business firm, large chest jiggled in my manus. I squeezed them. Kneaded them. I groaned as that huge cock plunged into my twat over and over again.

I engulfed her left nipple.

"Mom !"she gasped."Oh, my God, my nipples are so sensitive now. Holy shit !"

I sucked and nibbled on my daughter 's thrust nipple. I kept playing with it. It was so exciting that she was going to dazzle. That she would glint with all her youthful passionateness. I trembled in delectation. The big peter plunged over and over into my kitty-cat, the tattoo artist 's crotch smacking my rump. I moaned around my daughter 's nub.

I clenched down on that dick. My coming built so fast. I savored my reward for being such a good level female parent. My eyes squeezed shut as I let out a throaty groan. My daughter shuddered on the chair, the leather creaking beneath her nubile body.

"fingerbreadth the little slut 's cunt,"snarled the tattoo artist."Your daughter deserves to cum, too. She 's just as much a whore as you are."

Precious was. It was how she would dazzle. It all became so vindicated to me at that moment where we needed to go next.

My hands shot down from groping my daughter 's large, fake tit. I slid across her stomach and shoved into her capris then into her prickling panties. She gasped as I cupped her shaved pussy—my girl did n't sustain any nasty pubic hair down there—finding her nineteen-year-old cunt wet and hot. She trembled as I stroked her. I rubbed up and down her juicy soma as that big cock was rubbing my twat.

"Mom,"she moaned."Oh, yes, Mom ! Oh, yes, I 'm going to bedazzle !"

"Oh, yes, you are,"snarled the tattoo artist, his hawkshaw drilling deep in me. His balls smacked hard into my clit.

My coming came closer and closer. I shuddered, on the threshold of that wanton eruption. I thrust two digit into my daughter 's cunt. I shuddered as I sank my dactyl into her pussy. She always lied when she claimed she was a virgin during competition. I let her receive a little fun. So long as she won, she could do whatever she wanted. She had to be the best. My girl did n't lose.

She would win me so many glories.

My fingers churned up her goofball. I thrust them in and out of her fast and hard. She gasped, her tight slit squeezing around my finger. My tongue played with her mammilla piercing between my hard sucks. I groaned, my pussy clamping down on that Brobdingnagian dick.

"Oh, Mom, yes !"she moaned. Her succus soaked my digits as they plunged in and out of her. I felt so connected with my daughter. We were both going to bedazzle."I 'm going to cum !"

"That 's it,"growled the tattoo artist as he drilled his dick in and out of my twat."Make the little slut-daughter of yours explode. Such a pixilated mommy."

"She is !"My daughter trembled. Her pussy squeezed so tight around my figure. I thrust a tertiary in her.

The jade took it with simplicity. My three digits plunged in and out of her. I pumped them faster in and out of her. I ground the heel of my deal against her clit. Her minuscule bud throbbed while my mind drank in the impact of the tattoo artist 's heavy clump. This was so wild. So perfect.

"Yes !"my girl moaned."My nipples are so sensitive I ... I ... I 'm cumming !"

Her kitty convulsed around my three fingers. Her hot juice gushed out, bathing my handwriting. I trembled, the shudder from her panties rippled up my arm as her build convulsed around my fingerbreadth. I whimpered, sucking hard on her nipple as she thrashed.

"shtup,"the tattoo artist groaned.

He buried to the hilt in my married slit. Spurt after spurt of hot cum flooded into me. I whimpered, betraying my married man for the good of our girl. I had to do it. I had to chisel on him, cuckold him, so our daughter could win tomorrow. I sucked so toilsome on her mammilla as my own orgasm exploded through me.

My thinking melted into the wave of bliss washing out of my cunt. My cunt spasmed around the tattoo artist 's big dick. I melted. His cum flooded me while he grunted and groaned. His handwriting caressed my dead body through my dress. He squeezed my boob, gripping them unvoiced as he spilled all his seed in me.

"Mom,"panted my daughter."Oh, my mammilla piercings are amazing."

My coming peaking, I popped my lips off her nipple and moaned,"See, your mother knows what 's best. She knows what will make you shine. You 're going to win."

"Yes !"she moaned. Then she kissed me.

I shuddered, my knife dueling with my nubile daughter 's. Her back talk tasted so sweet. I felt her sexual love. She finally understood. She finally recognized what I was doing for her. That I knew what was best for her. This was what I had always dreamed of.

I broke the kiss and moaned,"I know where we have to go next to ensure you win. I know what we have to do."

Her optic were all-embracing."What ?"

After we freshened up from our fun, the tattoo artist smacked us both on the croupe as we hurried out twenty minutes later. It was a dishonor my daughter was wearing those horrible capris, but there was not a good deal to do about it now. We had to act fast. What if another stagecoach mother thought of this ? I bet that strumpet, Sapphire, would do this. Her mother was just such a tramp.

Unlike my girl and me.

Precious bounced in her nates the entire cause. She gasped when she saw where we were pulling up to. The grand Sheraton rose up above us, the hotel possessing a large conference Charles Martin Hall. There was a signaling out breast declaring :"Proudly hosting young woman Dazzling Belle 2019."

The moment I handed over the cay to the gentleman, I sent a text to the head judge, Mr. George Mason."I 'd care to blab to you about making trusted my girl wins. We 're both downstairs. You can do whatever you want to us. My girl is such a whore."

"Room 1213,"popped up a moment later.

"Yes,"I moaned, showing the screen to my daughter.

"Oh, yes, that 's complete,"she said, her eyes wide."My panties are tingling so a lot. I just know this is what I need to dazzle. I want to fall for the judges."

I nodded to her as we rode the elevator up to the twelfth trading floor. My pussy was so risque. The cum leaked out of me, dribbling down my thighs. I did n't own any panties on, the scrap of cloth left tush at the tattoo artist. I still did n't know his epithet. I did n't care. All that mattered was my daughter dazzling tomorrow.

My orgasm was just a bonus.

We reached the hotel room, knocking hard. A moment later, it opened. Mr. George Mason stood there, a marvelous man with graying hair. His eyes flicked up and down, smiling at the sight of my daughter. Her pierced mamilla poked intemperate against her tight top. She had n't put on her bra. That was my decision.

"well, well, well,"he said."Mrs. Jordan and her treasured daughter."He grinned at his petty joke."seed in, come in. Were are all very intrigued by your text."

"Damn,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He was a black-haired man with a big olfactory organ. Did that mean he had a big cock ?

"piece of ass, me,"Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy growled. He was a Black man with a shaved head, his skin a plentiful hue of sable. He was hefty and fit, younger than the rest.

"Are her nipple pierced ?"asked Mr. Reeve, a unawares guy who was unfortunately balding.

"Show them, Precious,"I moaned.

I was so happy with my daughter as she did n't pause to pull in off her negligee-like blouse. Her large, fake tits spilled out, both plump and beautiful and topped by those silver piercings. The adornments looked so delightful as they contrasted with her garden pink nipple. She hefted her tits, shaking them, the rings twisting and shifting. They flashed in the hotel light.

The four Judges all groaned in delectation. They licked their lips, salivating over her barely legal flesh. My pussy grew wet as I saw my daughter dazzle. She had that beautiful smile on her plump lip, her William Green middle sparkling.

"wellspring, that is delightful,"Mr. stonemason said. The older man licked his lips, salivating like a athirst wolf.

"Indeed,"Mr. Reeve said."Just delicious."

"As you can see,"I said, reaching out to tweak one of my daughter 's mammilla rings. I twisted it, her pink nub stretching. She gasped, a whimper of pleasure."My daughter deserves to win this contest, does n't she ?"

"It 's a shame she ca n't show these off during the actual competition,"Mr. Kennedy said. He ran a hand over his shaved-bald header. The Joseph Black men grin."But ... Seeing her in person."

"She 's got my vote,"Mr. Greyson said, his big intrude twitching.

"Indeed,"Mr. Mason said, stepping up. The capitulum jurist boldly cupped my daughter 's white meat. I smiled as his lecherous fingers dug into her youthful physique. My daughter quivered, trembling. She did n't hesitate to lift her head as he leaned down. He claimed her lips, kissing her with hunger.

I beamed with motherly pride.

Mr. Reeve came up behind my girl, staring down at her rump. At the seeable scanty line through her capris. One helping hand rubbed at his growing erection while his early helping hand groped my girl 's ass. He squeezed her nineteen-year-old butt and grinned at me.

"business firm,"he said."shucks, Mrs. Jordan, your daughter is a hot piece of ass."

"By all means, rip off her capris and see just how gorgeous that ass is naked."

"I think I shall,"Mr. Reeve said, giving me a leering grinning."What a loving female parent you are."

"I know,"I said.

My daughter groaned, her tongue dueling with the nous justice 's. While Mr. Mason kissed my daughter, Mr. Reeve slid both his mitt around Precious 's waist. He unfastened her capris and yanked down those white pants. Her black panties came into sight, the word Dazzling appearing in gold, sparkly varsity letter. He ripped those down in a photoflash, exposing the groovy rump of my daughter. My pussy clenched as he squeezed my daughter 's firm tush.

"You ever taken a dick back here before ?"he asked, his finger's breadth dipping into her butt-crack.

"I do n't know if she has,"I honestly answered,"but I 'm sure she 'll enjoy yours. Just lube up."

He laughed.

"You are a loving mother,"Mr. JFK said, amusement in his voice.

I turned to face the Negro man. I grinned at him, saying,"I just want my daughter to win. I 'll do anything for her."

"I bet you would,"he said, his eyes flicking me up and down.

"I got to eat that ass out,"Mr. Reeve groaned. He fell down to his human knee, his hands parting my daughter 's perky butt-cheeks. I groaned as he buried his facial expression into her crack. My daughter whimpered into the kiss with Mr. A. E. W. Mason, her vernal soundbox trembling. My own arsehole tingled. What would it be like to have my backdoor rimmed ? It was a salacious delight I 'd never even considered.

Mr. Reeve clearly loved it.

"red cent,"Mr. Greyson said, his belted ammunition warp rustling. I shuddered as he opened up his charcoal grey slacks and shoved them down. His boxers followed a moment later, his large hammer popping out. He stroked it as he watched my defenseless daughter trembling beneath the two honest-to-god men 's lecherous touches.

It made me wet.

"How hot is your pussy, Mrs. Jordan River ?"asked Mr. Kennedy. His bridge player touched the hem of my sundress."Are you getting a hot cunt watching your daughter whore herself out ?"

"Watching her dazzle,"I corrected."And, yes, I 'm getting quite juicy down there."

He laughed."I bet you are."He let out a throaty groan."How would you like me to eat your cunt out ? I 'm not like those pervs. I like my women a bit more ... mature."

I shuddered then nodded my read/write head. I was so glad I douched myself before leaving the tattoo artist 's parlor.

He ripped my dress up my organic structure and over my nous. I gasped as it flung off me, my great breasts coming into horizon. I, too, had n't donned my bra. My tits were n't as perky as my daughter 's, but they were all natural. His coal black hired man seized them. I groaned as he kneaded them.

He darted down and latched onto one of my nipples. I shuddered as he suckled. rut surged through my hook up with body. The Black man worshiped my tit while I watched my daughter squirming nearby. Mr. Reeve feasted on her asshole while Mr. Freemason now had his face buried between her big, imposter tits.

"Oh, Mom, I 'm gon na win,"Precious moaned, her eyes fluttering.

"Yes, you are,"I groaned, my nipple throbbing in Mr. Kennedy 's hungry mouth.

His men stroked down my sides, his touch electrifying. I groaned as his thumb hooked into my panties. He shoved them off my hips, the material rolling down my thighs. I shuddered, my conjoin pussy on flaming. This was all so wind up. Such a wicked rush.

My husband could never come up out even though I was doing this for our daughter. I had to wander on him so she could win. I had to live up to these judges. My girl needed to shine.

I gasped as Mr. Kennedy fell to his knee joint. His solid manpower, larger than my husband 's, gripped my butt-cheeks. He pulled me forward, his dark lips nuzzling into my insolent Vannevar Bush. I gasped as his tongue flicked out. He lapped through my flock. I groaned, my back arching. My large tit jiggled. His glossa was incredible.

It darted through my folds. He brushed my clit. My moans mixed with my daughter 's. I glanced at Precious, smiling at the huge grin on her face. Mr. Mason was sucking on one of her nipples while his fingers played with the other, twisting her piercing. She shuddered, her butt-cheeks clenching about Mr. Reeve 's expression. We were both experiencing such pleasance.

We were both dazzling.

Mr. Mason dropped to his knees before my daughter, groaning,"I 've wanted to get my hands on one of these pageant sluts for so long."

"Enjoy,"I moaned, Mr. Kennedy International Airport 's gamy tongue swirling through my folds.

Precious gasped, her fraud tits jiggling as Mr. Mason pressed his face into her shave goof. He licked and lapped at her puss. It was sack up she was receiving the same blissfulness that the Black man was giving me. I reached out, taking my daughter 's hand. She clutched tight to me, her head turn. Her fleeceable optic were vitrified with pleasure.

"God fucking red cent,"Mr. Greyson groaned, stroking his midst, long cock."SOB, she 's just a fucking little hottie."

"She is,"I moaned.

Precious shuddered, her hips undulating. She was getting eaten from both terminal. Her bridge player tightened on mine as her moan grew louder and louder. I whimpered, Mr. President Kennedy 's bold glossa diving into the depths of my married cunt. The lightlessness man swirled his natural language around inside of me. I shuddered, my pelvis undulating from side to side.

I smeared my kitty across his athirst back talk. The joy grew and grew. This was so hot. I clung to my girl 's hand as he feasted on me. My gravid tits swayed while my daughter 's imposter mammilla jiggled. Her mamilla anchor ring flashed. Her back arched as her moans grew louder and louder.

"Mr. Mason ! Mr. Reeve !"Precious moaned."Oh, my God, I 'm going to cum !"

"Of track you are, you 're a dingy slut,"growled Mr. Greyson. He fisted his dick. He stared at my girl with such wolfish hunger in his eye. He craved her barely legal flesh.

They were all such pervs. They wanted my daughter.

I would give her to them.

She would win. Everyone would know that my daughter was the best. The most beautiful. nearly fulgurant. I shuddered, my clitoris throb as Mr. Kennedy 's sheer lingua flicked over it. My own orgasm built and built with his every stroke.

"Yes, yes,"I groaned. I stared down at the hunky Black man feasting on me."Oh, I 'm gon na cum in your mouth."

"good,"he growled."But not as hard as you 'll cum on my cock."

"Anything so my daughter wins !"I moaned.

He chuckled."You can tell yourself any Lie you want about why you want to ride my big dick."

I shuddered. I was just doing this for my girl. I was a estimable wife. A good mother.

He sucked hard on my button while his fingers dug into my butt-cheeks. He squeezed them, pulling me tight against his hungry mouthpiece. I gripped my daughter 's script, electricity tingling between us. I whimpered as my pleasure built and built. The dizzying pleasure swept through me. I came closer and closer to my screaming sexual climax. My groan ruffle with my daughter 's passion.

"Mr. James Mason !"she gasped."Oh, fucking, Mr. Reeve !"

"Yes,"Mr. Freemason groaned,"bathe me with those juices. Barely sound twat is the best."

My daughter shuddered. Her paw almost crushed mind as her breasts heaved. It was acquit she was coming. She was shining with her passion. Mr. Greyson groaned as he stroked his prick. I shuddered, my button throbbing in Mr. Kennedy 's hungry mouth. I whimpered, seeing my daughter 's rapture.

I joined her.

"Precious !"I howled as I came.

My pussy succus gushed out of me. I flooded Mr. Jack Kennedy with my ointment. He growled, his knife defeat and lapping through my folding. He caressed my pussy lips. He teased them. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering. My entire body heaved. His secure deal gripped me as the pleasure washed through my body.

moving ridge after undulation of hug drug flooded through my thoughts. Little ace danced before my centre. My tit bounced before me as I gasped out in exaltation. It was incredible. I was getting so much pleasure today. So many rewards for being a good stage mother. I squeezed my daughter 's hand back, glancing at her.

We shared a look.

Precious leaned her head towards mine. Our lips met in a kiss as we both came on the judge'mouths. Our lingua dueled as we shared our incestuous walking on air. Her bosom pressed into mine. I shuddered, loving every moment of this.

"Holy fucking diddley,"groaned Mr. Greyson.

"I got to have a go at it your slit,"snarled Mr. Mason."I need your snatch on my dick rightfield now, you fiddling slut !"

Precious broke the buss and moaned,"Yes ! I 'll spend a penny your shaft feel amazing, Mr. Mason !"

"Good girl,"I moaned.

Mr. Mason pulled my daughter towards the bed, leaving Mr. Reeve kneeling and licking his lips, clearly savoring the sense of taste of my daughter 's ass. I shuddered, watching as Mr. Mason stretched out on his cover. My daughter undid his pants and fished out his cock. I shuddered, Mr. Kennedy still lapping at my pussy while I came down from my orgasmic high. My daughter mounted the head jurist, grabbed his cock, and guided it to her pussy.

"Yes !"I hissed as my girl slammed her hardly legal bitch down his pecker. Her back arched as she took him to the hilt.

"fuck me,"Mr. Reeve groaned. He was already smearing KY jelly on his cock. He stroked it, staring at my daughter 's ass as she rode Mr. Mason 's dick.

Mr. Kennedy Interrnational pulled his aspect from my pussy. He stood up, my love soaking his lips. He grinned at me, saying,"Are n't you just a loving female parent ? You 're getting off on your daughter being violated by those horny deviant, are n't you ?"

I shuddered, glancing up at him."I just want my daughter to win. This is what it takes."

He grinned, his ripe helping hand taking my left hand. He brushed my wedding ring."Ready to burst on my putz ?"

I nodded my head.

He pushed me down on the bed beside my daughter riding Mr. mason dick. Her breasts heaved, her mamilla rings flashing. Mr. Reeve came up behind her. My daughter 's center widened. She let out a throaty groan as he rammed his gumshoe into her arsehole. She was pleasing two of the evaluator now.

I was so lofty of her.

Mr. JFK pressed my thighs apart. I groaned as he settled between them. His cock was out now, midst and darkness, a mighty dick that would ram into my married slit. I shuddered, this greedy delight surging through me. My hands shot down to grab his shaft. My blench fingers wrapped around his ebony dick. I pulled him to my pussy, eager to palpate his cinch penetrating me.

"Yes, Mom, please him !"my daughter moaned as she rode Mr. Mason 's hawkshaw and took Mr. Reeve 's prick in her son of a bitch."make sure I win."

"I will,"I moaned."I love you, wanted !"

Mr. Jack Kennedy gave an evil sounding laugh as I pressed his dick against my puss."Riiiiight, just doing this for love. That 's all."

Before I could say anything, before I could set him, he thrust that amazing rooster into my snatch. His midst shaft stretched me to my demarcation. My toes curled. My back arched as I let out a throaty moan. I shuddered, a wave of wickedness washing over my visual modality. He was so Brobdingnagian. He filled me up to the hilt. His balls smacked into my taint as I groaned, my second joint locking around his waist.

"Goddamn, I need you to suck my dick right hand now,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He brandished his turncock before my daughter 's brim as the other two judges fucked her holes.

"Yes, Mr. Greyson !"Precious moaned.

My kitty-cat clenched down on Mr. President John F. Kennedy 's Brobdingnagian prick as I watched my daughter swallow the third judge 's dick. She had all three of her holes plugged. She was pleasing them. Pride swelled through me.

"That 's it,"I moaned, bucking up into Mr. Kennedy 's mighty thrust. His stopcock drilled into my married twat."Please them !"

"God fucking tinker's dam, she is loving them,"growled Mr. Kennedy as he thrust his putz over and over into my pussy.

My daughter 's muffled groan mixed with the oink and groans of the four Judges. The hotel bed creaked as I squirmed on it beside my daughter. The three jurist used her nineteen-year-old dead body with greedy thirstiness. Mr. Reeve gripped her imposter boob, squeezing them as he reamed her asshole. At the same time, Mr. Mason tugged on her nipple halo, twisting her fat, pink nubs and making her squeal. Mr. Greyson fucked her mouthpiece with hard jabbing, drool running down her chin.

It was so hot to watch.

I could n't attend away as the sexy Mr. Kennedy Interrnational rammed his ebony girth in and out of my pussy. He stretched me open so wide. I had never taken anything nearly as big as him in my pussy. I groaned, my twat squeezing down on him. He grunted over me, fucking me like a Taurus. He had such stamina. His cock filled me up.

"Goddamn, I love hook up with, ashen cunt !"He snarled."Your husband does n't fuck you like this, does he ?"

"No !"I moaned, saying what I had to name sure my daughter won. My twat ached, his every jab building me towards my own explosive orgasm."Nowhere near as big as yours !"

"Yes, you love it,"he growled.

"Uh-huh !"I panted, my eyes locked on my nineteen-year-old girl as the old perverts fucked her firmly. They used her soundbox for their obscene pleasure.

I gasped as Mr. President Kennedy seized my right boob in his tight grasp. His thick fingers sank into my flesh. He squeezed me as he drilled his pecker into my cunt. The sleek friction sent waves of heating that rippled through my nethers. They all seemed to focus in my core. A massive orgasm built and built inside of me. I groaned, trembling, eager for that volatile eruption.

My thighs clung to Mr. Kennedy 's coxa. My hands reached up, fingers clawing at his muscular chest of drawers. I felt his defined muckle. There was nothing sagging or flabby about him. I groaned as I stroked his rock candy hard anatomy. I reveled in his enduringness as his prick reamed me.

"That 's it,"he growled, nuzzling down in my ear."vigil that little Andrew D. White slut-daughter of yours please those three men. Mmm, is n't she just a whore ? She 's loving their dicks."

"My daughter is dazzling !"I moaned, my pussy squeezing down around his cock. I was so close to cumming. My toes curled.

"Just like you,"he whispered."A ovalbumin, married whore. You 're going to explode on my dick."

"Yes !"I moaned.

"osculation me. Shove that tongue in my mouth. I want to find your mania !"

I turned my pass, wrenching my gaze from my daughter, and kissed Mr. Kennedy with hunger. I clutched to him, pulling him down to me. His chest crushed my titty as my tongue dueled with his. I thrust as thick into his mouth as I could. I whimpered, his consistency atop me. I savored it. His virile front drove me wild.

His cock drove to the hilt in my pussycat. His Ball smack heavily into my taint. I quivered, shuddering as I screamed towards my reward. I was such a good married woman and female parent. My husband had to understand that I was doing everything for our daughter. If I did n't do this, Precious would n't win tomorrow. I whimpered as I kissed Mr. Kennedy 's manly lips.

I exploded on his dick.

ecstasy surged through me. My puss convulsed and writhed about his big cock. My jackass spasmed as the waves of cristal surged through me. My entire trunk bucked and tingled. My fingerbreadth clawed his rear. It was rapturous. I 'd never experience anything like this in my life.

Stars exploded across my visual sense. I howled into our candy kiss. I whimpered and groaned, my snatch convulsing around his shaft. He slammed it in and out of me. Hard. Fast. His fork crushed my clit over and over. Sparks of rapture exploded through me. I whimpered, my mind drowning in ecstasy.

"That 's fucking it !"he snarled."That 's how you cum on my tool ! Not like your husband 's wimpy, little prick !"

"No !"I howled as the sexy, ebony bullshit pounded me hard.

The orgasm rippled through me. I distantly heard my daughter moaning. She was coming on the three justice'cocks. She was pleasing them while I took care of Mr. Kennedy 's big cock. My pussy writhed around his cock. My spasming build welcomed his every thrusting. I gasped and moaned, my boob rubbing against his chest. My nipple throbbed. Ached.

He growled. He grunted. Every sentence he slammed his stopcock into me, another Wave of exaltation sloshed through me. I could n't believe I was still cumming. I writhed in rapture. I whimpered, moaned, trembling in his embrace. I nipped at his ear. I was wild. Consumed by my passion.

"Cum in me !"I howled."give it to me. I need it."

"For your daughter ?"he growled.

"Yes !"I gasped.

"Liar !"

"Just yield it to me !"I moaned, my mind dissolving into ecstasy.

"tinker's dam, I love fucking a married woman bareback !"

He slammed into me. His dick erupted. I gasped as I felt every hot squirt splashing into my cervix. My pussy convulsed wildly. I milked his dick. wafture of darkness washed across my sight, my orgasm intensifying. I screamed towards such peaks of rapture. I bucked and spasmed beneath him as my cunt milked his balls dry.

He grunted with each eruption. Manly snarls that made me tremble. I clawed the ebony bull 's back. I gripped him tight as he filled me with his spunk. My twat rejoiced. I could n't remember the conclusion clock time I 'd ever felt anything like this. It was like I 'd never been truly fucked.

"Oh, my God, yes !"I howled.

I drifted, lost to the pleasure. I was dazed. I heard voices talking around me. I heard my girl pant,"Yes ! I 'll do it. Anything to win."

I blinked, rising out of a daze. I looked up to see something. It was pink and gaping open. White swam in the center. I struggled to focus on it as—

My daughter planted her pussy rightfield on my mouth. Mr. Freemason 's cum poured into my mouth out of her cunt. It flooded salty mixed with her sweet cacoethes. I groaned and did n't hesitate to lick it up. She whimpered as her capitulum buried between my second joint. I shuddered as I felt my sweet daughter 's tongue lapping across my folds.

She licked the total darkness man 's cum out of my depths. She feasted on me with hunger. I gripped her ass, sonant and peachy. I squeezed and kneaded her as my spit darted through her folds. I scooped out the head justice 's cum as she feasted on Mr. Kennedy 's spunk brimming in my slit. Her large breasts pillowed against my stomach, nipples and piercings rubbing hard on my belly. My mamilla throbbed against her flesh.

We moaned. We groaned. We feasted on each other. We were lost to lesbian pleasure. I could see the Book of Judges watching us. They had their earphone out, recording our subvert actions. I shuddered, just knowing that we were going to win. That no early mother would do something this wild to ensure that her girl dazzled.

Our spit plundered each other. We lapped that yummy cum out of each other. I feasted on that salty jizz flooding out of my daughter 's zany. I groaned, the judges stroking their peter as they watched us twist in lesbian incest. My fingers dug into my daughter 's butt cheeks as I devoured my offset cunt. Her sugariness juices stained my lips. I loved them. Feasted on them.

"mother !"Precious moaned. She quivered atop me."Thank you, thank you ! You 're the outdo mamma ever ! Am I going to be a winner ?"

"Yes, you are, slut !"Mr. James Mason grunted.

My girl latched onto my clit. I nibbled on hers. I gripped her butt, sucking with all my might. I whimpered and groaned, my pleasure growing and growing while the men recorded us. They were immortalizing this moment as they stroked their dicks with their early deal. They were showing off my daughter to her practiced. She proved she would do anything to win.

My sexual climax swelled.

Cum bubbled out of her arsehole. It ran down her taint to the trim folds of her pussy. I lapped it up, a tartness flavor mixing with the salty jizz and the sweet cream. I shuddered, feasting on her with delight. Her glossa danced around my clit. Our nipples rubbed together, her piercings pressing on my belly. It was incredible.

She would win so many pageants.

My girl would be a smasher pageant legend. She would rise all the way to the top : Miss Universe.

I exploded in orgasmic rapture.

My daughter lapped up the juices flooding out of my cunt. She squealed, a present moment later her cream gushed out of her slit. Her wanton passion splashed onto my lips. The watching judges groaned, witnessing us writhing in climactic passion. Such waves of bliss flowed through my body. They bathed my mind.

As I hit that peak of transport, I knew she would need to dazzle even brighter for the next contest. She would need to have that pretty, short clitoris pierced. The judges at Miss Princess joy needed to see her shining. They would delight fucking her then.

I surrendered into the bliss of my orgasm. The four men groaned, their cum spurting onto our consistence. They bathed us with their jizz as I enjoyed my reward. I was a good stage mother who helped her daughter shine. Precious would win them all.

I 'd never been happier.

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The physique chuckled as it watched the local anesthetic broadcast of Ms. Dazzling Bell beauty pageant. It was displayed in a fall of urine at one end of its shop, mist billowing from the pool."And the succeeder is ... wanted Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan !"

The nineteen-year-old redheader gasped in"shock."If the form had n't set the stage for her victory, the physical body would have believed it was a genuine surprise. The flesh loved what the Dazzling pantie had wrought. Mother and girl had gotten in on the fun.

The figure of speech glanced at its next distich of panties. The potential of this twosome sent a wild tingle through the design. These panties were cut narrow-minded. Almost a thong. There was just enough fabric in the book binding for two words to be printed : Wild Bitch. The red letters contrasted against the light-blue of the panties.

The figure smiled. It knew the perfect place to drop these off. Aching for another rush, it snagged up its mind-controlling step-in and left.

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