Mind-Control step-in

Story fin : Bad Girl 's Sexy punishment

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

bank note : Thanks to Alex for beta meter reading this !

The figure was n't at its common situation to cast off off a pair of its particular creations.

The nondescript sort slipped in through the crowds at the inaugural Baptists Church 's wearing apparel drive. The design wove through the conservatively trim crowd of people dropping off clothes in boxes, trash purse, and sometimes loose heaps. The article were dumped onto tables to be sorted to be distributed to those with less and in need. The shape was inspired to leave this pair of pantie here. It was the perfect place for them.

They were muted compared to the last few it had made. A solid black color, cincture trimmed in lace, and with one unparalleled feature : they were crotchless. Lace also surrounded the twat in the pantie'gusset, allowing naughty access to the pussy of the favourable girl who donned them.

Chastity Reynolds was a good girl. The pure one for the scanty emblazoned with the all-capitalized letters, each one whitened and bold."Bad female child"they read.

With a moving picture of its carpus, the figure dropped the panties into a plenty of wear. Soon a girl, 18, would arrive to screen them. By then, the bod would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

virtue Reynolds, a Sweet, blonde girl with her haircloth falling in a long braid on her back, arrived to pile up up the following encumbrance of clothes to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by size of it and types. There were washables basketball hoop waiting behind her, ready to receive the clothing as she processed them. She dumped her load on her sorting station, eager to assist her church provide for those with penury in her community. It made her feel fulfil. It gave the girl such a thrill to be so helpful.

She froze when she came across the panties.

Underwear was not one of the things that were asked for. Not used. If they came sealed in mob, that was fine. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an electric tingle raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lacing. They were the gamey pair of panties she 'd ever seen in her lifetime. The eighteen-year-old girl shuddered, surprised by the liquid state heating bursting inside of her. The wanton sense datum was something alien to the sound girl. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lacing on the gusset.

She gasped as she poked her finger through the twat in the fork. They were torn, but deliberately. The inexperienced person female child did n't understand why someone would do that. What 's the point in time of wearing panties like these ? she wondered.

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

Those two words galvanized her mind. Chastity was a good missy. Yes, she 'd puzzle in worry, told a few fibs, tried to get out of eating her honey oil or not doing her prep, but she had never done anything truly bad.

She took her get-go step on that path as she balled up the scanty and shoved them into her annulus 's pocket. She gasped at what she 'd done. She was stealing from the church building 's article of clothing drive.

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

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virtue Reynolds

I stared at the panties, my fingers stroking through the cunt in the genitals. It was all I could guess about since I stole them yesterday at the clothing crusade. I could n't consider I 'd done that. But those two discussion, Bad Girl, just electrified me. They were so tantalizing. So at odds with everything that I was. Christians did n't steal. A Christian should n't want to wear something like this. And yet ...

I wanted to put on them.

I squirmed, the heating rushing through me. It was Sunday, and I was back from break of the day religious service. I had changed out of my pink clothes, standing only in my bra and panties now. I wanted to put on some free-and-easy clothes, to do my preparation, and relax around the house before evening service. All I could think about during Christian church Service was the panties.

What would it be like to wear a couplet that did n't get a genitalia ?

A shuddering, electric shiver raced on my finger's breadth demanded that I don them.

Cheeks burning, I set the pantie down on my bed and stood up. My little chest quivered in my snowy bra. They were footling A cupful, not really needing the support, but a good charwoman wore her bra. That 's what mama said.

I hooked the cincture of my panties and rolled them off my hips. I was shocked by the honeyed musk that filled my horn in. I groaned, realizing the smell was coming from the wet heating that had engulfed my cunt. I should n't believe of my vagina as a pussy, but I could n't help it. Bad girls had pussies.

Was I a bad girl now ?

I stepped out of my step-in and set them with guardianship on my bed. I grabbed the black scanty, the lace trim of the waistcloth caressing my finger. I turned the duet in my clench until they were facing the right way. I stepped my right leg through the set aside gob. I groaned as I slid my left leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The electric tingles intensified.

Everywhere the material touched me came awake. A crackling star surged up my legs and reached my kitty, increasing the molten heat. I let out a moan of light pleasure. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling in my brassiere. I pulled the panties over my rear, the waistband riding low on my hips. My virgin sex clenched as a wicked sensation rippled out of me.

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

That was n't justly. What was the tip of wearing panties like these if my pubic hair peeked out ? I smiled, this calm settling upon me. A bad young lady did n't call for pubic whisker. A bad girl was shaved. And why was I wearing this pointless bra ? My modest boob did n't need it. I reached behind me and undid it as I smiled.

I had some preparation to do.

Wearing only my bad miss pantie, I sauntered out of my bedroom. I yanked open my doorway, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hallway, a sway to my nubile pelvic girdle I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my firm breasts jiggling before me. My pap were so hard. I tweaked them. Right there in the hallway, I let out a wanton moan of delight as the tingles raced down to my pussy.

No one caught me.

I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me.

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

I rolled my eyes as I heard mom 's footsteps pass. God, she was such a stuck up gripe. prep ? Eww.

I stared at myself in the mirror. My cheek was so complain and impeccant. And what was up with this braid ? It was long. Cute. That had to go. I wrenched open a drawer and found a pair of scissors. I unwound my braid, my favorable lock chamber spilling around me. And then I took the scissor grip to them.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

My tomentum fell to the flooring, gilt strand fluttering to their death. I cut my hairsbreadth at the berm, creating something that was so call on the carpet and wild. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my head, watching my new locks dancing about my prankish nerve. I loved it. I pursed my lips, smiling. Mom would hate it. She thought charwoman should hold long hair.

Not me.

I did n't like slipping out of the panties, but I had to plane. I thrust them down, gathered up the pink foam and my razor, then slid into the tub. I threw my wooden leg over the sides of the tub, feeling my slopped puss back talk parting. I could n't serve but run a finger up and down my faithful. I did n't feature a virginal membrane. I 'd broken that riding my bike years ago.

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

I masturbated right then and there. The lavatory doorway was n't even locked. Dad could walk in and catch me. He could see me being a bad, bad girl. He could watch my fingers plunging in and out of my pussy. I stirred my bozo up. He would stare at me with such a wanton lustfulness and see that I was a yucky thing.

A slut.

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

I sucked the seraphic emollient off my fingers, loving the flavor, and set to work. I coated my pubic tomentum in garden pink foam and started shaving. I was n't afraid. Bad daughter did n't get afraid. We acted. We took what we wanted.

We shaved our pussies to be wicked, wanton sluts.

I groaned as the razor raft across my spiritualist vulva. I tingled from my coming, getting rid of the pubic hair only made me feel more and more sensitive down there. When I turned on the faucet to wash away the foam, I almost came again. It was so intense. I held my pussy against the flow of water, feeling it pouring into my silky depths.

"pop, dad, yes !"I howled.

pathos he did n't show up.

Dry and out of the bath, I pulled on my favorite pair of panties. Now they felt mightily to wear. I could feel the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the dent. I felt so unholy as I strolled out of the bathroom topless and headed back to my bedroom, my hip swaying from side to side. Why could n't daddy experience caught me ? Or even Mommy ? Maybe she 'd make me eat her slit.

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

I was disappointed with my wear options. None of them would do. I finally settled on a short-sleeved blouse that was Negro and the shortest dame I had. It fell to my genu. My knee ! God, I was such a lame, boring gripe. No longer. I was off to the mall.

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

I got the bent of driving rattling quick. I was sure dada would forgive me for that one little ding. I 'd draw his cock to make it up to him. How could he be mad at me after that ?

I arrived at the plaza, ready to vary my life. I needed make-up, something that was forbidden by my mother, a new wardrobe, and anything else that caught my eye. I smiled at any son I passed, pursing my lips and letting them see the interest in my optic. They grinned and nodded to each other as they noticed me.

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

I sauntered into Pink Chic, the trendy clothing berth I 'd always seen but never dared to get into before. My eyes flitted around, searching for the perfect thing. I spotted a myopic jean chick, the material looking like it would hug me closely. I snagged it off the rack, and then I noticed a inglorious belly shirt that had no sleeve. I was a size 2 petite, so I grabbed the size 1. I wanted it tight. Smirking, I headed to the changing room.

I did n't hesitate to deprive off my old clothes. I left them in a pile on the flooring. I did n't ask those boring matter any longer. I ripped the tags off my new dungaree skirt then pulled it up my legs. I shuddered as the jean rasped against my second joint. My pussy felt so excited, the air kissing my knock off backtalk. I slid the jean wench up and up over my hindquarters.

It rode low my pelvic girdle, just covering the girdle of my pantie. If was tight, almost digging into my flesh. I shuddered, loving how short it was. If I bent over, boys would get a little peek at my panties. Would they notice there was no private parts ?

I was so eager to find out.

I paused to slide my right hand underneath my skirt and slide my digits through the slit in my panties'gusset. I stroked my juicy pussy lip, sending a wicked charge through me. My defenseless white meat jiggled. I pinched a mamilla, oohing in delight. I shuddered and then pulled my fingers out.

No time to she-bop ; I had more thing to steal.

A fast tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my head. I had to work on it down, the fabric molding around my torso. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding boob, my pocket-size pap outlined by the thin fabric. It clung to my small knocker, leaving cypher to the vision. My sleek, flavourless abdomen was exposed, my cute bellybutton just begging for attention. With my short, tempestuous hair, I looked so wicked.

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

Not giving any piece of tail, I opened the changing room doorway and sauntered out like I owned these wearing apparel. I threaded my way through the store, navigating the clothing single-foot. I did n't even peek at the clerk.

In moment, I was past the sensors and out into the stream of the promenade 's foot traffic. I sauntered to my next destination. My puss clenched, a wicked tingle racing through me. I shoved my hired hand beneath my skirt right there as so strolled along, rubbing my cunt. I stroked myself through the slit.

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

A wicked thrill shot through me as I headed into bath and knockout pleasure. It had a huge collection of make-up. I was most concern in some lipstick. I needed to do something about my pale, pink lips. I needed a vibrant shade. I needed to announce to the world just who I was. My regard fell towards that forbidden subdivision. The place my mother never wanted me to go.

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

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

I shuddered, heading towards the makeup. Excitement flooded through me. I was just so eager for this. I reached the showing, staring at all the different single. There were so many semblance. So many different direction I could paint my lip. Some were pathetic. Why would I need to go with a slightly different shade of pink ? But there were former ones ... loss so bright they practically screamed lady of pleasure. purple. They even had dim.

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

I grabbed the black lipstick first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my chick. The crotchless step-in were useful. I had a naughty post I could hide things. I groaned as the narrow metro of lipstick pressed against my virgin slit rim. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and deeper. I groaned, naughty ripples tingling down to my toes. My pelvis shook in my blue jean annulus, the denim rustling about my thighs.

"Oh, yes, yes,"I moaned. It was so prankish. I could just jerk off correct here.

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

Grinning, I snagged up the heat Fruit Red, hating the name of the color but it was so scarlet. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the black lipstick tubing even deeper into my profundity. My back arched. My nipple quivered in my belly shirt. My nipple throbbed so a great deal. I stared up at the roof as the delight rippled through me. My pussy was so tender. I could n't wait to rent my start cock inside of me.

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

"God, I smell delicious,"I moaned.

I popped my finger's breadth in my back talk. I sucked on them. My tongue danced around them like they were many cocks, cleaning up my cream. Such a pleasant-tasting thrill.

My snatch clenched around the two lip rouge subway system. I bit my lip, wanting to steal a third, but I was getting worried about getting that first one out. My fingers could only hand so far inside of me. Well, the two I had would be good enough for now. I could always shoplift again.

On the way out, I snatched some eye shadow, palming the slender event in my hired man. I sauntered out, the tubes of lipstick shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how pixilated they felt. My cheeks burned as the rapture rippled through me. I gave the clerk, sitting bored the heel counter and staring at her sound, a wave.

She gave a lukewarm undulation back. She had no idea I had a pussy broad of her merchandise.

I burst into wanton giggles the instant I was out of the depot. I strutted into the period of the mall 's customer, my slit getting teased by those lip rouge tubes shifting inside of me. I groaned, wondering if I could come just from walking around with stuff buried in my pussy.

That was something I had to bump out next.

I ducked into the peeress room and fished out both tubes of lipstick from my pussycat. I had a lilliputian worry getting out the calamitous tube, my fingerbreadth slipping on the shine shaft. I shuddered and groaned, the lace of the crotchless pantie massaging my brass knuckles while I stimulated my hot flesh. My clit ached and throbbed. With a unvoiced Yank, I wrenched out the racy lipstick.

Both tubes were soaked in my juices. I decided to go with the red, dropping the black into my pocketbook. Though I 'd never applied lipstick before, I nailed it. I coated my backtalk perfectly. They were just so bright and orange red. It made me search so wicked. I opened the eye phantom, seeing a pallet with several tincture on it. I selected a moody blue-gray hue and swept it across my pep pill lid. They made my super C depth face so smoky.

I fluttered my eyelash, loving the look. I was such a bad, bad girlfriend. A blue tremble raced through me.

Makeup was done, It was time to get that sex toy. There was a lingerie workshop that had a"personal massager"division. They sold them to allay"female stress."I loved it. They also had a discerning selection of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly juicy ones you would find at a sex shop, but I could definitely find myself my first vibrator.

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

I reached the miniature, smiling. My eyes flicked up and down them. There were a couplet of soundbox and scepter massagers, packaged to count like traditional therapy items instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few Quaker whose female parent had those. On the bottom shelf were the rightful sex toy dog. The vibrators that were shaped like thick shafts. A fleshy dildo made me smile.

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

I just shoved the toy up beneath my skirt.

"Oh, God, yes,"I groaned as the midst, sleek down shaft of the vibrator pushed into my virgin twat.

My pussy back talk spread around it, my cunt stretching and stretching for it. My toes wiggled in my shoes. Wicked shake raced through me as I pressed the vibrator deeper and deeper into my cunt. It was like nothing I 'd ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so much thicker than my fingers. Than the lip rouge tubes. It kept going. It reached deeper and deep inside of me. I groaned, trembling on the brink of an orgasm. My eyes fluttered, my breathing spell quickened.

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

I groaned as I pushed the end column inch into me. I savored it. I was so wonderfully full. Was this what it would experience like to have a cock in me ? I could n't wait to receive out. I could n't wait to fuck my first guy. I did n't make love who it should be.

My beginner ?

He was someone a bad little girl would screw. He was at home. I did need to make up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the thick vibrator shifting around my kitty. I groaned, every gradation a wonderful delight. I moved through the store, bold, not giving any fucks.

I belonged. I was n't doing anything wrong. Nope. Just brush off me as I stroll out with your vibrator shoved up my cunt. These tingles raced through me, an wire frisson seemed to set off from my new favorite panties. My fingers fluttered as I sauntered out of the store into the mall traffic.

"We need you to descend with us, miss,"an important voice said.

My head snapped to the right hand to see the strong and improbable anatomy of a police force ship's officer advancing on me. He had dark hair, a chummy mustache on his upper lip. His centre were hard as he stared at me. My slit clenched about the vibrator as I gave him a beguiling smile.

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

"We just need you to follow with us, miss,"a secondment cop said. He was tall and big-shouldered, a brown goatee framing his thick and knock-down mouth. He had a fade buzzed into the side of his top dog, that high and tight aircraft carrier. A shudder rippled through me, my pussy clenching down on the vibrator.

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

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

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

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

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

"Miss, we 've seen the security measure footage of you walking out of pink Chic in the skirt and top you stole off the rack. I bet that 's not the only thing we 're going to bump that you 've stolen."

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

This wicked chill ran through me as Officer potato pulled both my wrists behind my back. He held my hands together while he pulled out his handcuffs. I gasped as the first cuff slapped on my proper wrist. I felt the stinging annoyance and then heard the ratcheting strait as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the early turnup on my left wrist, binding my hands together.

I trembled, arrested like a true bad girl.

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

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

"penalization,"growled Officer Murphy.

I almost fainted in rapture.

The vibrator shifted around inside of me as the two pig marched me through the promenade. Each one gripped my arm, their script so strong. I trembled between them, but not in fear. My puss only grew hotter and hotter. My clit ached, the lace of the crotchless panties brushing my little bud as I swayed my hips. My tit rubbed into the thin framework of my craw top, sending wonderful tingles down to my pussy.

They were both so strong. So young and mightily. I licked my brim, feeling the waxy substance of the lipstick. My small breasts quivered, their eyes falling on them as they jiggled in my too-tight top.

Our journey ended at a modest auxiliary police place for the plaza. Just a fiddling wait room no bigger than a bus check, a place for a couplet of cops stationed at the shopping center to return to on their breaks. It probably had a holding cubicle in there. I shuddered as Officer tater pulled out a set of key fruit and unlocked the gruelling door. It creaked open, my slit gripping the vibrator as a wicked quiver raced through me.

"You got a name, slut ?"asked officer Lassiter as he led me through."A real number one since slattern is the unadulterated Good Book for you, is n't it ?"

"Yes,"I moaned.

"We need your real name for the report,"police officer murphy said, sighing.

"Then you 'll just have to fix me talk,"I moaned as they opened a secondly room access onto a small interrogation room. There was a metal table in there, a pair of chairman around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.

"Better pat her pile,"said ship's officer murphy."You want to read high school or low ?"

"High,"said policeman Lassiter."adulteress got herself a pair of nice titty. Thomas Young and business firm. I bet you 're not a day over eighteen."

"Maybe,"I moaned as his helping hand cupped my boob through my top.

I shuddered at the touch of a man on my chest. My tit throbbed as he massaged his palms into them. gasp and moans burst from my sassing as I trembled there. My pussy clenched so hard on the vibrator. I swayed, my eyes fluttering, little stars dancing across my visual modality as an electric upsurge shot through me.

Officer spud knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the holdfast of my jeans bird. With a grueling yank, he ripped it down. He exposed my black pantie with their two words written in those bold, albumen letters. He chuckled, his hand stroking across the phrase.

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

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

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

"piece of tail Scheol. Eighteen and stealing sex toys, huh ?"Officer Lassiter grinned at me as he twisted my nipple."I bet your parents are sooooo proud."

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

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

"holy fuck !"I gasped as the toy buzzed to life history.

I trembled as officer Lassiter twisted and played with my nipples, massaging them as this unbelievable bliss surged out of my pussy. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like cipher I 'd ever imagine. My fingers twitched as my entire body trembled.

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

"That 's what you wanted to slip, huh ?"ship's officer murphy asked, his fingers sliding around the buzzing slam shoved in my bitch. His finger's breadth stroked over my petal."Just wanted to get off, did n't you, fornicatress ?"

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

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

I gasped as he did n't take off my crop top—how could he with my hands cuffed—instead, he just ripped the battlefront unfastened. The thin framework torus while the muscles in his arms bulged. My twat clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how strong he was. How powerful. I whimpered, realizing just how incapacitated I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whine of delight burst from my lips as my cute titties jiggled before me. Then I groaned as Officer Murphy yanked down my bad miss panties, sliding them down my leg until I was stepping out of them. I stood there naked, the vibrator buzzing in my cunt. More drops of pussy juices dribbled from the naughty toy, splattering the cement level. My toes curled in my horseshoe as I whimpered and moaned, my head tossing back and forth. My short, wild pilus swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're guilty of shoplifting, adulteress,"growled Officer Murphy. His script planted into the center of my backrest and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the table, my mammilla kissing the cold, metallic control surface. I gasped at his strong point as he pinned me there. Being helpless made me feel unbelievable. My fingers flexed, my wrist pulling at the metal cuffs.

He twisted the base of the vibrator again.

"It can buzz high ?"I howled as it churned away inside of me. The humming intensified. Darkness already fuzzed the edge of my vision. My orgasm built and built inside my spicy cunny. My eighteen-year-old twat squeezed down on the astonishing toy massaging my inside. My cunt melted around it. I was—

nip !

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

This was so exciting.

CRACK !

Officer Lassiter spanked his broad hand on my left hand butt-cheek. That wonderful, stinging botheration burned through me, only increasing the delight building my kitty-cat. The vibrator carried me towards my climax so fast. I was out of control.

thunder !

"Such a naughty, fucking slut !"

shot !

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

SMACK !

CRACK !

nose drops !

gap !

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

SMACK !

"Filthy slut !"

cleft !

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

"No !"I howled as my coming exploded through me."Bad young woman have to be punished !"

SMACK !

CRACK !

My kitty-cat convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after wave of blissfulness flooded from my cunt. Tsunamis of ecstasy flowed through my dead body. The transport drowned my head. sensation fusillade across visual sense while darkness rippled around the edge. My wrist pulling against the cuff, adding another solar flare pain to the powerful spanks landing over and over on my naughty rump.

SMACK !

CRACK !

succus flowed hot, down my thighs, gushing out around the vibrator churning me up. Its humming surged bliss through me that mixed with stinging painfulness, the two swirling together to make a tempest interior of me. A storm of consummate disco biscuit. It swept through me. Electrified me. My hard pap rubbed against the cold blade of the interrogatory table.

"I 'm a bad fille !"I howled, the pleasure rippling through me over and over. It did n't end. I just kept cumming and cumming. I could n't believe it. I had no estimation that one sexual climax could talk into another. My fumbling onanism had never delivered anything close to this bliss. This was the pleasure a bad lady friend got to feel.

The pure rapture of being naughty.

SMACK !

CRACK !

"Oh my fucking God, yes ! hold back spanking me ! I 'm still bad ! Punish me ! I stole ! I 'm a wicked thief !"

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

SMACK !

"What are you suggesting ?"asked officeholder Murphy.

Instead of the next spank, I heard the rustling of clothing. I blinked as officer Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the former side of the interrogation table from the early cop, naked, his eubstance all hard muscles. He seized my forgetful, blonde whisker and yanked my head a few inch towards ...

His cock.

His dick bobbed before my mouth as it thrust before him. I opened blanket, swallowing his pecker as the vibrator churning up my convulsing pussy. My goose never stopped spasming around that vibrating toy, rapture after ecstasy sweeping through my soundbox.

I shuddered as the first ever dick entered my mouth.

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

I heard clothing rustling behind me. officer Murphy was stripping naked now. He was exposing that hefty body of his. I just knew it. Would he get laid my Virgo the Virgin cunt with his hard cock ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my first putz while I sucked on another stopcock ?

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

My anal retentive pack widened to engross it. The bombinate exaltation buried into my bowels. A new cloud nine flooded through me. I whimpered around Officer Lassiter 's big gumshoe, sucking unvoiced as I squealed.

officer potato rammed his putz into my spasming twat.

Another orgasm burst inside of me, my pussy writhing about the prick taking my virginity. I had my initiatory cock in me. thick and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my silky flesh as I squeezed my centre shut. Such joy filled me, buzzing out of my asshole, rippling out of my slit, sparking from my nipples rubbing on the cold-blooded table.

"Goddamn, this slut knows how to breastfeed cock,"growled officer Lassiter.

"You should try her twat !"groaned officer murphy."I 've never been in cunt this tight. Barely legal pussy is baffle !"

I moaned and whimpered around policeman Lassiter 's dick as Officer tater fucked my spasming pussy. My bastard buzzed with the vibrator, rippling sensations melting down to my twat stuffed good of the cop 's big cock.

It was incredible.

The pleasure just would n't stop. wafture after wave of delectation rippled through me as the two cop punished me. Every metre Officer Murphy slammed into my cunt, his crotch smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a minuscule bit deeper into me. My fingers flexed, my articulatio radiocarpea pulling on the turnup. They used me. They fucked my nubile eubstance with hunger.

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

I wiggled my pelvic girdle, stirring my convulsing cunt around military officer tater 's big dick. I wanted the cop spurting into my slit. I wanted to feel that hot jizz splashing inside of me. I moaned, sucking with such desperate thirstiness on policeman Lassiter 's cock. bosh ran out of the corners of my mouth, running over my chin.

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

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

I squealed around his dick.

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

I sucked so grueling. I wanted to drink his cum. I wanted to sense it spurting into my mouth. I sucked with such feverish thirstiness. My cocksucker clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety flesh while officeholder Murphy 's big peg rammed into my twat. Orgasm after orgasm flooded through me.

It was the best in the man. Sex was awesome. My ass burned with every impact of officer tater 's crotch. He spanked me every time he fucked into my naughty snatch. I squealed, the cuff rattling as I trembled. My fingerbreadth twitched. My little nipples drank in the frigidity surface of the inquiry table. The wanton sounds of my cock sucking unify with the slap of flesh on flesh. The wicked noise echoed through the minuscule inquiry room.

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

"God fucking damn,"officeholder Murphy growled."What a tight cunt. Oh, god, I ca n't shoot much more of this pussy."

"shtup cum in her zany ! Just flood the little tart !"Officer Lassiter gripped my hair, pulling on it. anguish flared in my scalp."Yes !"

He ripped his cock out of my lip and erupted. chopper jizz splashed across my face. I felt it bathing me. He coated me in his passion. The cop grunted with each blast, the salty seed running down to my lips. My tongue flicked out, experiencing my first taste of a man 's cum.

I loved it.

My kitty spasmed harder. My asshole rippled around the buzzing vibrator. I squealed as the jizz spurted and bathed my face. I opened my mouth full, thrusting out my tongue. A fantastic squirt splashed right on my knife. The salty joy melted through my taste buds.

"Yes, yes, yes ! !"I howled."Cum on my face ! Use me like a shag woman of the street !"

"God fucking damn,"policeman Lassiter panted, his muscular thorax rise and falling. He sank down to the chair, his expression flushed."Deliverer, you know how to blow a cock."

"The fucking hussy smuggles vibrators up her snatch ! What did you expect ?"policeman tater slammed deep into me."Fuck !"

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

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

His balls smacked into my clit.

Pleasure exploded through me as his cum jetted into my cunt. I felt his passion splashing against my depths. My pussy writhed about him as he unloaded jet after spurt of jizz. The intense waves of transport swept through me as a man filled my nubile puss with his seed.

I reveled in it. As Officer Lassiter 's juices dripped on my look, my cunt milked Officer Irish potato 's pecker dry. His hand squeezed my pelvis, gripping me as he grunted with each blast. I loved it. He was filling me with all his jizz.

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

Officer Lassiter chuckled.

"Goddamn, you are—"

The door opened, cutting off military officer potato.

"What are you two ..."The late voice of the newcomer trailed off.

I glanced over my shoulder to see a hulking, Black cop with a shaved drumhead. He stared at me, centre narrowing. policeman Murphy ripped his dick out of my spasming pussy, the vibrator still buzzing away in my cocksucker. His jizz leaked out of me and dripped down my thighs.

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

Though he called the Black cop"Mac,"his name tag take officer Washington. The lightlessness cop stared at me."What did the little slut buy ? Your cum ?"

Officer Irish potato chuckled."The dildo buzzing away in her bastard, the apparel on the floor, and who knows what else. She was on a piddling crime spree before we caught her."

"Good thing you found her and stopped her,"ship's officer Evergreen State said, unbuckling his gun belt."She had anything but that vibrator shoved up her prick ?"

"Nope,"I moaned.

smack !

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

Officer American capital chuckled."She is a foul, little crud, is n't she ?"

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

"Yet."The deep rumbling of Officer Washington 's Holy Scripture made my bowel clench around on the buzzing vibrator.

I trembled as he stripped raw, revealing a broad physical structure, heavily muscled. He had black-ink tattoos that almost vanished into his ebony skin. I gasped when he shoved down his pants. He had a monster of a dick. He dwarfed both the Andrew D. White cops and the vibrator churning up my asshole. How could that even fit in me ?

I wanted to witness out.

"Look at her wiggle,"said ship's officer Washington."Little, whiteness slut wants my big, lightlessness peter reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

tang ! !

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

I shuddered as the Negroid cop moved closer. A wicked thrill shot through me. He was going to stuff that massive dick up my asshole. I groaned, my finger flexing. I was cuffed. There was absolutely zip I could do to stop him. It made me so wet. Cum leaked out of my kitty-cat as it clenched, aching to be filled again.

It wanted to do such naughty, naughty things.

"Goddamn, she is eager for it,"Officer Washington growled.

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

"Bet her dada loves her,"Officer Murphy said."Bet she sucks his cock every night."

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

ship's officer Washington ripped the vibrator out of my asshole and tossed the buzzing toy to the floor. It skittered and hummed, rattling as the locomotive engine kept churning away. I was suddenly bereft of all sensation in my lower one-half. My asshole clenched, my body shaking. I became so mindful of the moth-eaten tabular array beneath my eubstance. My small titties drank it in, my mammilla throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so ready for it.

Strong hands grab my waist. They were vast, practically wrapping around me. I gasped as the black man lifted me up. He held me, my hair dangling before me. A drop of cum fell from my chin and splattered on the table. He pressed his putz between my butt-cheeks. He moved me, sliding my crack up his hawkshaw until his tip pressed into my asshole. It was a thick, blunt cockhead.

I whimpered.

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

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

My asshole flared in pain as it stretched all-inclusive enough to take his huge, Joseph Black dick. He lanced so bass in me. My bowels clung to him, this burning heat rippling through me. I bucked and squirmed, my fiddling tit jiggling beneath me. The cop grunted as my butt-cheeks pressed against his genital organ. I could feel his wiry pubic hair.

"Goddamn, White girl ass is the best."

I just whimpered, drooling, cum and saliva falling to the table as I moaned. It was incredible. My cunt was already spasming. Another orgasm rippled through me, my asshole celebrating his massive dick filling me. Only a bad girl could get hold of a cock that huge back there without flinching. I rippled and writhed about them, squirming my hips, stirring myself around them as I dangled in his grip.

He gripped my waist tight and then fucked me up and down his cock like a living sex toy. Like I was his personal Fleshlight. I gasped and moaned, his gumshoe pumping in and out of my asshole. My writhing flesh gripped him, the passion flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the other two pig watched and chuckled. My groan echoed through the interrogative elbow room, my love rippling about us. It was incredible.

My butt-cheek smacked against his fork, the stinging painful sensation in my spanked rump flaring through me. It only added to the pleasure of his Brobdingnagian cock sliding in and out of me. My velvety bowels gripped them as they spasmed, drinking in the friction.

Bright sparks exploded across my visual sense. My head tossed back and forth. I groaned and gasped as he fucked me up and down his cock faster and faster. I could feel his military strength, his large fingerbreadth holding me. He practically encircled my waist with his two hands. The world swung around me as he used me.

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

"All the White River adulteress do. They love my big, Black tool stretching out their pie-eyed holes."

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

My pussy convulsed, succus and cum spilling down my thighs. My handcuffs rattled. It felt so stupefy. I gasped and squeaked and moaned as he worked his gumshoe in and out of my asshole. I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling, my pleasance rippling about his cock. This was the best in the earth. I never wanted this to end.

He groaned. I could enjoin he loved my cocksucker. He worked me up and down that big, pitch blackness dick. My back arched, my little tits jiggling beneath me. My pussy spasmed so firmly, aching to be filled with anything. So jealous of my asshole.

The pleasure burned through my thoughts. An ecstatic glare devouring everything. His every plung in my asshole air new tack of fervidness racing through me. I burned. Ecstasy consumed me. I howled. Shivered. This was beyond any superstar I could imagine. I was just his sex toy. His living fuck doll.

Then he fucked me.

As he slammed me down his cock, his hip rammed forward. I gasped at the shocking spank, pain flaring across my hindquarters. I bounced forward, my gut sliding up his tool as his arms held me loose now. It was like I was a swing. His coxa plowed into me intemperately now. He pounded my asshole with even more vigor.

"Oh, my have it away god, I 'm dying !"I howled."I 'm dying from X ! Keep fucking me ! Do n't stop !"

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

More orgasms than I could count blazed through me. They roared from one to the former, X enrapture in bliss and euphoria all swirling in a firestorm of heat. iniquity swallowed my imaginativeness. I howled. It was too much.

My dope could n't select it.

"God fucking damn !"the cop roared.

The Black cop 's mettle fired in my son of a bitch. Dimly, at the bound of my awareness, I felt the jerk of jizz pumping into me again and again. These hot streams of spunk basted me. I trembled, loving him. My cocksucker writhed, milking his hawkshaw as he grunted.

I swayed through the darkness. The rapture buffeted me from every face. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in ecstasy. I felt something cool against me. My mother fucker was empty, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the interrogation mesa before me.

He fucked me so concentrated I 'd fall back it. Only a bad little girl could experience that.

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

"Only interrogation, what are we going to do with the niggling whore ?"said ship's officer Murphy."Still do n't have it off her name. We got to indite this up in the written report somehow."

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

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

"True,"I said, straightening. So much of officeholder American capital 's cum leaked out of my asshole. It ran down to my kitty-cat, mixing with policeman tater 's. Officer Lassiter 's jizz still stained my font."What 's gon na go on when your superiors find out you all fucked me. Are you going to lay claim that I 'shoplifted'your cum out of your balls ? That I got it in a Republic of Turkey baster and just squirted it up in all my holes."

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

I laughed. My handcuff chains rattled."We both know that forensics will get hold even the tiniest vestige of your jizz on me. Your DNA. How long will you be going to gaol for molesting an distaff prisoner ?"

ship's officer Lassiter swallowed.

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

"God fucking shucks,"officeholder Washington groaned."Why does a bawd always know when she has you by the ball ?"

I winked at him.

It was n't long before I was sauntering out of the shopping mall 's small police force post wearing my bad girl pantie, the vibrator shoved back up inside my cunt. I wore one of their police T-shirt, feeling naughty that I had their department logo printed across my lilliputian teat. It was sized for a kid, so it fitted me like a bit skin. It showed off everything. I was going to love being a bad girl.

Daddy would roll in the hay the new me. And so would all the other boys.

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The trope chuckled. Chastity was a brilliant winner. It was so gladiolus it had the idea to create these panties. Humans were such fun to manipulate.

Its newest creation was ready. It was an interesting span of scanty. It was actually pure. A easygoing white, the girdle trimmed in delicate lace, a single word printed in princess-pink letters across the rump, each one drawn in a swirl of cursive.

Curious ?

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

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