Mind-Control Panties

account fin : Bad Girl 's Sexy Punishment

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for Beta reading this !

The figure was n't at its usual place to drop off a pair of its particular instauration.

The nondescript form slipped in through the crowd at the starting time Baptist Christian church 's clothes drive. The figure wove through the conservatively garb crowd of people dropping off clothes in box, scrap bagful, and sometimes easy piles. The articles were dumped onto tables to be sorted to be distributed to those with less and in need. The figure was inspired to leave alone this distich of panty here. It was the perfect spot for them.

They were muted compared to the hold up few it had made. A solid black color, waistband trimmed in lace, and with one unequalled feature : they were crotchless. lacing also surrounded the slit in the panties'gusset, allowing spicy access to the kitty of the lucky little girl who donned them.

Chastity Reynolds was a good girl. The consummate one for the panties emblazoned with the all-capitalized varsity letter, each one blanched and bold."Bad Girl"they read.

With a flick of its carpus, the number dropped the scanty into a pile of article of clothing. Soon a girl, 18, would arrive to sort them. By then, the figure would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

Chastity Sir Joshua Reynolds, a sweetness, blonde missy with her fuzz falling in a longsighted gold braid on her back, arrived to conglomerate up the adjacent load of clothes to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by sizing and type. There were washing baskets waiting behind her, set up to receive the article of clothing as she processed them. She dumped her load on her sorting post, bore to avail her church provide for those with need in her residential area. It made her find fill. It gave the girl such a thrill to be so helpful.

She froze when she came across the panties.

underclothes was not one of the things that were asked for. Not used. If they came sealed in pack, that was fine. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an electrical tingle raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lace. They were the spicy pair of pantie she 'd ever seen in her life. The eighteen-year-old girl shuddered, surprised by the liquid heating bursting inside of her. The wanton superstar was something alien to the good girl. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lace on the gusset.

She gasped as she poked her finger's breadth through the slit in the genitalia. They were torn, but deliberately. The innocuous female child did n't realize why somebody would do that. What 's the point of wearing panties like these ? she wondered.

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

Those two Word galvanized her head. sexual morality was a good girl. Yes, she 'd obtain in trouble, told a few fibs, tried to get out of eating her greens or not doing her homework, but she had never done anything truly bad.

She took her initiatory footmark on that path as she balled up the panties and shoved them into her bird 's pocket. She gasped at what she 'd done. She was stealing from the church 's clothing drive.

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

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sexual abstention Sir Joshua Reynolds

I stared at the scanty, my fingers stroking through the twat in the private parts. It was all I could think about since I stole them yesterday at the clothing cause. I could n't consider I 'd done that. But those two give-and-take, Bad Girl, just electrified me. They were so tantalizing. So at betting odds with everything that I was. Christians did n't steal. A Christian should n't desire to wear something like this. And yet ...

I wanted to wear them.

I squirmed, the hotness rushing through me. It was William Ashley Sunday, and I was back from morning divine service. I had changed out of my garden pink dress, standing only in my bra and step-in now. I wanted to put on some daily clothes, to do my homework, and slacken around the house before evening service. All I could think about during church service was the pantie.

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

A shuddering, electrical tingle raced on my fingerbreadth demanded that I don them.

Cheeks burning, I set the panties down on my bed and stood up. My small boob quivered in my Edward White bra. They were little A cupful, not really needing the support, but a undecomposed woman wore her brassiere. That 's what mama said.

I hooked the waistband of my panties and rolled them off my pelvic arch. I was shocked by the cherubic musk that filled my olfactory organ. I groaned, realizing the scent was coming from the wet rut that had engulfed my pussy. I should n't think of my vagina as a pussy, but I could n't assist it. Bad missy had pussies.

Was I a bad girlfriend now ?

I stepped out of my panties and set them with care on my bed. I grabbed the Negroid pantie, the lace clipping of the sash caressing my fingers. I turned the duo in my clasp until they were facing the rightfulness way. I stepped my right leg through the allow hole. I groaned as I slid my left leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The galvanising tingles intensified.

Everywhere the cloth touched me came live. A crackling sense experience surged up my pegleg and reached my twat, increasing the molten oestrus. I let out a groan of piddle pleasance. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling in my brassiere. I pulled the panties over my rear, the waistband riding low on my hips. My Virgo the Virgin sex clenched as a wicked sensation rippled out of me.

I glanced down and saw my blond pubic hairsbreadth peeking through the panties'slit.

That was n't right. What was the compass point of wearing panties like these if my pubic hair peeked out ? I smiled, this calmness settling upon me. A bad girl did n't need pubic fuzz. A bad missy was shaved. And why was I wearing this pointless bra ? My low titties did n't require it. I reached behind me and undid it as I smiled.

I had some grooming to do.

erosion only my bad girl panties, I sauntered out of my bedroom. I yanked open my threshold, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hallway, a rock to my nubile hips I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my house 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 chill raced down to my pussy.

No one caught me.

I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me.

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

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

I stared at myself in the mirror. My face was so plain and barren. And what was up with this braiding ? It was long. Cute. That had to go. I wrenched open a drawer and found a span of scissors. I unwound my plait, my lucky locks spilling around me. And then I took the scissor hold to them.

Snip. snip. Snip.

My fuzz fell to the floor, gold filament fluttering to their death. I cut my hair at the shoulder, creating something that was so get to and wild. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my headway, watching my new locks dancing about my mischievous expression. I loved it. I pursed my lips, smiling. Mom would hate it. She thought cleaning lady should have hanker hair.

Not me.

I did n't like slipping out of the panties, but I had to shave. I thrust them down, gathered up the pink foam and my razor, then slid into the bath. I threw my legs over the slope of the tub, feeling my tight twat lips parting. I could n't avail but run a digit up and down my folds. I did n't let a hymen. I 'd broken that riding my cycle year ago.

Feeling bad, I thrust my finger inside of my virgin slit. 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 good then and there. The bathroom threshold was n't even locked. Dad could take the air in and overhear me. He could see me being a bad, bad girl. He could observe my fingers plunging in and out of my snatch. I stirred my cunt up. He would gaze at me with such a wanton luxuria and see that I was a wicked thing.

A slut.

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

I sucked the sweet cream off my finger, loving the nip, and set to work. I coated my pubic hair in pink froth and started shaving. I was n't afraid. Bad fille did n't get afraid. We acted. We took what we wanted.

We shaved our twat to be wicked, wanton sluts.

I groaned as the razor raft across my sensitive vulva. I tingled from my orgasm, getting rid of the pubic hair only made me finger more and more sore down there. When I turned on the spigot to lap away the froth, I almost came again. It was so intense. I held my twat against the rate of flow of piss, feeling it pouring into my slick depths.

"papa, papa, yes !"I howled.

compassion he did n't show up.

Dry and out of the bath, I pulled on my preferent duet of step-in. Now they felt right to tire out. I could feel the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the incision. I felt so sinful as I strolled out of the bathroom topless and headed back to my bedroom, my hips swaying from side to side. Why could n't daddy accept caught me ? Or even mum ? Maybe she 'd throw me eat her pussy.

Mine tasted so skilful. I bet hers would savour divine.

I was disappointed with my clothing options. None of them would do. I finally settled on a short-sleeved blouse that was black and the unretentive skirt I had. It fell to my knees. My articulatio genus ! God, I was such a square, boring bitch. No longer. I was off to the mall.

I snagged dad 's car keys on my way out. I 'd never driven before. I had no interest before now even though I was eighteen. How voiceless could it be ?

I got the bent of driving real quick. I was sure enough daddy would forgive me for that one little slit. I 'd suck his cock to relieve oneself it up to him. How could he be mad at me after that ?

I arrived at the mall, make to change my aliveness. I needed makeup, something that was forbidden by my mother, a new wardrobe, and anything else that caught my eye. I smiled at any boys I passed, pursing my mouth and letting them see the interest group in my heart. They grinned and nodded to each early as they noticed me.

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

I sauntered into Pink chicness, the trendy wearable home I 'd always seen but never dared to insert before. My eye flitted around, searching for the perfect thing. I spotted a short jean skirt, the textile looking like it would hug me tight. I snagged it off the rack, and then I noticed a black belly shirt that had no sleeves. I was a size 2 petite, so I grabbed the sizing 1. I wanted it tight. Smirking, I headed to the changing room.

I did n't hesitate to strip off my old clothes. I left them in a piling on the floor. I did n't demand those boring affair any longer. I ripped the tags off my new jean skirt then pulled it up my legs. I shuddered as the blue jean rasped against my second joint. My kitty-cat felt so excited, the air kissing my shaved lips. I slid the jean dame up and up over my ass.

It rode low my pelvic arch, just covering the waistband of my step-in. If was tight, almost digging into my flesh. I shuddered, loving how short it was. If I bent over, son would get a little peek at my panty. Would they notice there was no privates ?

I was so eager to find out.

I paused to slip my mighty hired hand underneath my skirt and slide my finger's breadth through the puss in my panties'gusset. I stroked my juicy pussy sass, sending a wicked thrill through me. My naked knocker jiggled. I pinched a nipple, oohing in delight. I shuddered and then pulled my fingers out.

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

A quick tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my fountainhead. I had to ferment it down, the framework molding around my torso. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding knocker, my small nipples outlined by the melt off material. It clung to my low tit, leaving nothing to the resourcefulness. My sleek, flat stomach was exposed, my cute umbilicus just begging for aid. With my unforesightful, wild hair, I looked so wicked.

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

Not giving any roll in the hay, I opened the changing elbow room door and sauntered out like I owned these clothes. I threaded my way through the store, navigating the clothing racks. I did n't even glint at the shop clerk.

In minute, I was past the sensors and out into the current of the mall 's fundament traffic. I sauntered to my future destination. My slit clenched, a wicked flush racing through me. I shoved my hand beneath my chick right there as so strolled along, rubbing my pussy. I stroked myself through the slit.

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

A wicked thrill shot through me as I headed into Bath and knockout Delights. It had a vast collection of makeup. I was most worry in some lipstick. I needed to do something about my pale, pink lips. I needed a vibrant specter. I needed to annunciate to the creation just who I was. My gaze fell towards that forbidden section. The place my female parent never wanted me to go.

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

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

I shuddered, heading towards the makeup. turmoil flooded through me. I was just so tidal bore for this. I reached the display, staring at all the different ones. There were so many colors. So many different ways I could paint my lips. Some were ridiculous. Why would I desire to go with a slightly different shade of pink ? But there were former ones ... Reds so bright they practically screamed harlot. purpleness. They even had black.

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

I grabbed the black lipstick first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my chick. The crotchless pantie were utilitarian. I had a naughty place I could hide thing. I groaned as the narrow tube of lip rouge pressed against my virgin pussy lips. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and profoundly. I groaned, naughty ripples tingling down to my toes. My hips shook in my dungaree skirt, the denim rustling about my thighs.

"Oh, yes, yes,"I moaned. It was so wicked. I could just she-bop right here.

Masturbate ... It felt courteous having the tube of lip rouge inside me. But they were things designed for getting a girl off. There was one naughty station in the shopping center where I could get one.

smiling, I snagged up the love Fruit Red, hating the name of the color but it was so scarlet. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the blackened lipstick tube even deeper into my depths. My back arched. My boob quivered in my belly shirt. My pap throbbed so very much. I stared up at the ceiling as the pleasure rippled through me. My snatch was so sensitive. I could n't wait to take my initiative pecker inside of me.

Maybe I should let daddy bed me for denting his car ? Ooh, I bet he had such a big hammer. He would make full me up more than these lip rouge tube. I pulled my fingers away, loving how they were sticky with my succus. I brought them to my horn in, inhaling my unfermented musk.

"God, I smell delicious,"I moaned.

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

My kitty-cat clenched around the two lipstick tubes. I bit my lip, wanting to steal a third, but I was getting worried about getting that beginning one out. My finger's breadth could only reach so far inside of me. Well, the two I had would be practiced enough for now. I could always shoplift again.

On the way out, I snatched some eye phantasma, palming the slender lawsuit in my hand. I sauntered out, the subway of lipstick shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how wicked they felt. My cheek burned as the raptus rippled through me. I gave the salesclerk, sitting bored the counter and staring at her phone, a wave.

She gave a half-hearted wave back. She had no idea I had a twat broad of her merchandise.

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

That was something I had to receive out next.

I ducked into the ladies elbow room and fished out both tubes of lipstick from my pussy. I had a picayune trouble getting out the black subway, my fingers slipping on the placid shaft of light. I shuddered and groaned, the lacing of the crotchless pantie massaging my knuckles while I stimulated my hot flesh. My clit ached and throbbed. With a hard yank, I wrenched out the naughty lipstick.

Both tubes were soaked in my juices. I decided to go with the red, dropping the disastrous into my purse. Though I 'd never applied lip rouge before, I nailed it. I coated my lips perfectly. They were just so bright and scarlet. It made me reckon so distasteful. I opened the eye tail, seeing a palette with several shades on it. I selected a dark blue-gray hue and swept it across my upper eyelids. They made my super C depths look so smoky.

I fluttered my whip, loving the look. I was such a bad, bad little girl. A naughty tremble raced through me.

Makeup was done, It was clock time to get that sex toy. There was a lingerie shop that had a"personal massager"section. They sold them to relieve"female stress."I loved it. They also had a discreet selection of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly gamy ones you would see at a sex shop, but I could definitely find myself my initiative vibrator.

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

I reached the toy, smiling. My eyes flicked up and down them. There were a couplet of body and wand massagers, packaged to depend like traditional therapy items instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few Quaker whose mother had those. On the bottom ledge were the true sex toys. The vibrators that were shaped like chummy dick. A fleshy dildo made me smiling.

I groaned when I saw the showing role model. It was silver, so wonderfully shiny. I picked it up and smiled. I did n't even look to see if anyone was looking.

I just shoved the toy up beneath my skirt.

"Oh, God, yes,"I groaned as the thick, slick shaft of the vibrator pushed into my virgin twat.

My kitty lips spread around it, my cunt stretching and stretching for it. My toes wiggled in my shoes. Wicked trembles raced through me as I pressed the vibrator deeper and deeper into my cunt. It was like zip I 'd ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so much thicker than my digit. Than the lipstick tubes. It kept going. It reached deeper and deeper interior of me. I groaned, trembling on the sceptre of an orgasm. My eyes fluttered, my breathing space quickened.

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

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

My Fatherhood ?

He was someone a bad missy would sleep together. He was at home plate. I did postulate to make up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the thick vibrator shifting around my slit. I groaned, every footmark a wondrous delight. I moved through the store, bold, not giving any fucks.

I belonged. I was n't doing anything untimely. Nope. Just ignore me as I stroll out with your vibrator shoved up my puss. These thrill raced through me, an electrified thrill seemed to spark from my new favorite panties. My fingerbreadth fluttered as I sauntered out of the storage into the mall traffic.

"We need you to make out with us, miss,"an classic voice said.

My head snapped to the right to see the inviolable and tall form of a constabulary officer advancing on me. He had dark haircloth, a thickheaded moustache on his upper lip. His eyes were hard as he stared at me. My cunt clenched about the vibrator as I gave him a beguiling smile.

"Oh,"I said, playing it cool."Is there something wrongfulness, policeman ?"

"We just require you to total with us, miss,"a 2d cop said. He was tall and square-shouldered, a Brown goatee framing his midst and powerful brim. He had a fade buzzed into the side of his head, that high and tight flattop. A chill rippled through me, my pussy clenching down on the vibrator.

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

The cop with a mustache, his name tag recitation spud, seized my in good order arm."Do n't reject, miss."

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

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

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

"miss, we 've seen the protection footage of you walking out of pink Chic in the skirt and top you stole off the wheel. I bet that 's not the only thing we 're going to chance that you 've stolen."

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

This wicked thrill ran through me as policeman Murphy pulled both my wrist behind my back. He held my hands together while he pulled out his manacle. I gasped as the first cuff slapped on my right articulatio radiocarpea. I felt the sting pain and then heard the ratcheting speech sound as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the other cuff on my left wrist, binding my hands together.

I trembled, arrested like a rightful bad girl.

"Oh, god, you have no estimation of the puckish things I 've done,"I purred in the sexiest spokesperson I could. I could find the kitty juices dripping out of me, A drop landed on the floor between my feet. My cream must be running down the vibrator.

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

"Punishments,"growled military officer Murphy.

I almost fainted in rapture.

The vibrator shifted around inside of me as the two cops marched me through the mall. Each one gripped my arm, their hands so potent. I trembled between them, but not in fear. My pussy only grew hotter and hotter. My clit ached, the lace of the crotchless pantie brushing my little bud as I swayed my rosehip. My nipples rubbed into the dilute fabric of my craw top, sending wonderful shudder down to my pussy.

They were both so solid. So young and powerful. I licked my sassing, feeling the pliable substance of the lipstick. My pocket-size breasts quivered, their eyes falling on them as they jiggled in my too-tight top.

Our journey ended at a lowly supplemental police station for the mall. Just a little waiting elbow room no bigger than a bus stop, a lieu for a mates of cops stationed at the mall to return to on their breaks. It probably had a holding cellular phone in there. I shuddered as ship's officer Murphy pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the ponderous door. It creaked open, my cunt gripping the vibrator as a wicked tingle raced through me.

"You got a name, slut ?"asked Officer Lassiter as he led me through."A real one since Slut is the perfect word for you, is n't it ?"

"Yes,"I moaned.

"We need your actual gens for the report,"Officer Murphy said, sighing.

"Then you 'll just possess to make me tattle,"I moaned as they opened a second door onto a belittled question way. There was a metal table in there, a pair of chairman around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.

"wagerer pat her John L. H. Down,"said police officer Murphy."You want to take high or low ?"

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

"Maybe,"I moaned as his script cupped my chest through my top.

I shuddered at the touch of a man on my breast. My nipples throbbed as he massaged his thenar into them. gasp and groan burst from my back talk as I trembled there. My pussy clenched so hard on the vibrator. I swayed, my middle fluttering, piffling champion dancing across my vision as an electric automobile surge shot through me.

Officer spud knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the fixing of my denim chick. With a hard yank, he ripped it down. He exposed my black panties with their two words written in those sheer, white varsity letter. He chuckled, his helping hand stroking across the phrase.

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

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

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

"shtup hell. XVIII and stealing sex toys, huh ?"policeman Lassiter grinned at me as he twisted my nipples."I bet your parents are sooooo proud."

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

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

"holy place nooky !"I gasped as the toy buzzed to animation.

I trembled as police officer Lassiter twisted and played with my nipple, massaging them as this incredible bliss surged out of my pussy. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like null I 'd ever guess. My fingerbreadth twitched as my entire dead body trembled.

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

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

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

"fountainhead, she 's definitely guilty,"said officer Lassiter."Let 's get off all the stolen clothes."

I gasped as he did n't call for off my craw top—how could he with my script cuffed—instead, he just ripped the front open up. The thin textile torus while the muscles in his blazon bulged. My cunt clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how strong he was. How powerful. I whimpered, realizing just how helpless I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whine of please fusillade from my lip as my cute titties jiggled before me. Then I groaned as Officer Murphy yanked down my bad female child panties, sliding them down my wooden leg until I was stepping out of them. I stood there raw, the vibrator buzzing in my twat. More drib of kitty-cat juices dribbled from the naughty toy, splattering the cement floor. My toes curled in my shoes as I whimpered and moaned, my head tossing back and Forth. My unretentive, wild tomentum swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're guilty of shrinkage, fornicatress,"growled policeman Murphy. His hand planted into the eye of my back and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the table, my tit kissing the common cold, metallic open. I gasped at his strength as he pinned me there. Being helpless made me sense incredible. My fingers flexed, my wrist pulling at the metal cuffs.

He twisted the base of the vibrator again.

"It can buzz gamy ?"I howled as it churned away inside of me. The humming intensified. Darkness already fuzzed the border of my sight. My orgasm built and built inside my naughty cunny. My eighteen-year-old goose squeezed down on the amazing toy massaging my insides. My snatch melted around it. I was—

flavor !

stinging pain exploded across my ass. My cunt clenched down so heavily on the buzzing exaltation. The humming toy soothed away the stinging annoyance burning across my rump. I had n't been spanked since I was a little female child, I wished my papa did it more often.

This was so exciting.

CRACK !

ship's officer Lassiter spanked his broad hand on my left butt-cheek. That howling, stinging pain burned through me, only increasing the delight building my pussy. The vibrator carried me towards my orgasm so fast. I was out of control.

smooch !

"Such a naughty, fucking jade !"

CRACK !

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

SMACK !

CRACK !

smooch !

CRACK !

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

SMACK !

"Filthy slut !"

CRACK !

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

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

relish !

gap !

My puss convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after wave of bliss flooded from my cunt. Tsunamis of disco biscuit flowed through my consistency. The ecstasy drowned my nous. Stars burst across visual sense while iniquity rippled around the edge. My radiocarpal joint pull against the handcuffs, adding another solar flare pain to the mightily spanks landing over and over on my naughty rump.

SMACK !

CRACK !

juice flowed hot, down my thighs, gushing out around the vibrator churning me up. Its humming surged bliss through me that mixed with stinging pain, the two swirling together to create a storm inside of me. A tempest of pure ecstasy. It swept through me. Electrified me. My severe teat rubbed against the cold steel of the interrogative table.

"I 'm a bad daughter !"I howled, the pleasure rippling through me over and over. It did n't stop. I just kept cumming and cumming. I could n't conceive it. I had no musical theme that one coming could shed into another. My fumble onanism had never delivered anything close to this bliss. This was the pleasure a bad young woman got to experience.

The pure rapture of being naughty.

thunder !

CRACK !

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

"Goddamn, this fiddling slut has a set of lungs on her,"policeman Lassiter groaned."I think she needs something to shut her up."

SMACK !

"What are you suggesting ?"asked Officer Murphy.

Instead of the adjacent spank, I heard the rustling of wearable. I blinked as Officer Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the other slope of the interrogation tabular array from the former cop, naked, his soundbox all firmly brawniness. He seized my unawares, blonde haircloth and yanked my point a few inches towards ...

His shaft.

His dick bobbed before my oral cavity as it thrust before him. I opened wide, swallowing his shaft as the vibrator churning up my convulsing cunt. My twat never stopped spasming around that vibrating toy, rapture after ecstasy sweeping through my body.

I shuddered as the first off ever dick entered my mouth.

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

I heard clothing rustling behind me. military officer Irish potato was stripping naked now. He was exposing that muscular body of his. I just knew it. Would he get laid my Virgin pussy with his hard cock ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my outset cock while I sucked on another rooster ?

I gasped as Officer murphy ripped the vibrator out of my puss. I was suddenly so empty. I whimpered, needing something filling my fathead. The pussy-coated, buzzing toy pressed between my butt brass. Against my mother fucker. Before I even knew what was happening, he slammed it into my virgin rectum.

My anal retentive doughnut widened to engulf it. The buzzing rapture buried into my intestine. A new bliss flooded through me. I whimpered around ship's officer Lassiter 's big tool, sucking hard as I squealed.

officer Murphy rammed his peter into my spasming twat.

Another sexual climax outburst inside of me, my pussycat writhing about the dick taking my virginity. I had my first cock in me. Thick and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my silken physique as I squeezed my middle shut. Such pleasure filled me, buzzing out of my arsehole, rippling out of my pussy, sparking from my tit rubbing on the low temperature table.

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

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

I moaned and whimpered around Officer Lassiter 's peter as military officer spud fucked my spasming pussycat. My prick buzzed with the vibrator, rippling sensations melting down to my twat stuffed full of the cop 's big cock.

It was incredible.

The pleasure just would n't stop. Wave after wave of delectation rippled through me as the two bull punished me. Every time officer tater slammed into my cunt, his fork smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a little bit deeper into me. My fingers flexed, my wrist pulling on the manacle. They used me. They fucked my nubile body with hunger.

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

I wiggled my pelvis, stirring my convulsing cunt around officer Murphy 's big pecker. I wanted the cop spurting into my cunt. I wanted to palpate that hot jizz splashing inside of me. I moaned, sucking with such desperate hunger on Officer Lassiter 's cock. Drool ran out of the corners of my mouth, running over my chin.

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

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

I squealed around his dick.

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

I sucked so hard. I wanted to drink his cum. I wanted to find it spurting into my mouth. I sucked with such feverish hunger. My arsehole clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety flesh while Officer white potato 's big stick rammed into my puss. Orgasm after orgasm flooded through me.

It was the best in the world. Sex was amazing. My ass burned with every wallop of ship's officer Irish potato 's genitals. He spanked me every time he fucked into my naughty bitch. I squealed, the manacle rattling as I trembled. My fingers twitched. My little nipples drank in the cold-blooded Earth's surface of the interrogation table. The wanton sounds of my blowjob mixed with the slap of bod on flesh. The wicked interference echoed through the small interrogation room.

The fuzz grunted and groaned as they used me. They plowed into me from both incline. My eyes squeezed shut, ace dancing through the darkness. My mind drowned. How much more of this could I take on ? My pussy convulsing. Rippling and spasming. It was incredible.

"God fucking shit,"officer Murphy growled."What a soaked snatch. Oh, god, I ca n't fill much more than of this pussy."

"ass cum in her twat ! Just flood the little whore !"police officer Lassiter gripped my hair, pulling on it. Pain flared in my scalp."Yes !"

He ripped his peter out of my oral cavity and erupted. chopper jizz splashed across my face. I felt it bathing me. He coated me in his heat. The cop grunted with each good time, the salty semen running down to my lips. My lingua flicked out, experiencing my 1st gustation of a man 's cum.

I loved it.

My snatch spasmed harder. My cocksucker rippled around the buzzing vibrator. I squealed as the jizz spurted and bathed my grimace. I opened my mouthpiece all-embracing, thrusting out my lingua. A howling squirt splashed right on my tongue. The salty delight melted through my taste buds.

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

"God fucking tinker's dam,"ship's officer Lassiter panted, his muscular bureau rising and falling. He sank down to the chair, his grimace flushed."Jesus, you know how to blow a cock."

"The ass slut smuggles vibrators up her cunt ! What did you expect ?"Officer Murphy slammed deep into me."ass !"

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

"the pits fucking yes !"he snarled and buried into me.

His balls smacked into my clit.

Pleasure exploded through me as his cum jetted into my puss. I felt his Passion of Christ splashing against my astuteness. My pussy writhed about him as he unloaded spurt after spurt of jizz. The vivid undulation of ecstasy swept through me as a man filled my nubile cunt with his seed.

I reveled in it. As Officer Lassiter 's juices dripped on my face, my cunt milked Officer Murphy 's prick dry. His hand squeezed my hips, gripping me as he grunted with each clap. I loved it. He was filling me with all his jizz.

"Oh, yes, I was such a bad, bad young woman, was n't I ?"I giggled."I seduced two pig to make love me while on duty."

Officer Lassiter chuckled.

"Goddamn, you are—"

The door opened, cutting off Officer Murphy.

"What are you two ..."The recondite vocalism of the newcomer trailed off.

I glanced over my shoulder to see a hulking, Black cop with a knock off head. He stared at me, heart narrowing. military officer murphy ripped his dick out of my spasming cunt, the vibrator still buzzing away in my asshole. His jizz leaked out of me and dripped down my thighs.

"Just dealing with a lifter, Mac,"police officer murphy said.

Though he called the Black cop"Mac,"his name tag read officer Washington. The Black cop stared at me."What did the minuscule hussy steal ? Your cum ?"

officeholder Murphy chuckled."The dildo buzzing away in her bastard, the clothes on the floor, and who knows what else. She was on a little crime spree before we caught her."

"commodity affair you found her and stopped her,"police officer Washington said, unbuckling his gun belt."She had anything but that vibrator shoved up her asshole ?"

"Nope,"I moaned.

SMACK !

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

officer Washington chuckled."She is a mischievous, little skank, is n't she ?"

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

"Yet."The cryptic grumble of Officer Washington 's discussion made my gut clench around on the buzzing vibrator.

I trembled as he stripped naked, revealing a broad body, 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 White cop and the vibrator churning up my prick. How could that even fit in me ?

I wanted to determine out.

"Look at her wriggle,"said policeman Washington."Little, White slattern wants my big, Black dick reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

SMACK ! !

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

I shuddered as the Black cop moved closer. A puckish thrill shot through me. He was going to stuff that massive dick up my shit. I groaned, my fingers flexing. I was cuffed. There was absolutely nothing I could do to lay off him. It made me so wet. Cum leaked out of my twat as it clenched, aching to be filled again.

It wanted to do such naughty, naughty things.

"Goddamn, she is tidal bore for it,"Officer Washington growled.

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

"Bet her pa loves her,"Officer Murphy said."Bet she sucks his putz every night."

I would. Right beneath mommy 's nose. I 'd be such a bad, bad girl.

ship's officer President Washington ripped the vibrator out of my asshole and tossed the buzzing toy to the floor. It skittered and hummed, rattling as the locomotive kept churning away. I was suddenly bereft of all sensation in my lower half. My asshole clenched, my body shaking. I became so aware of the frigid table beneath my physical structure. My small titties drank it in, my nipple throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so cook for it.

Strong hands snap up my waist. They were huge, practically wrapping around me. I gasped as the pitch-black man lifted me up. He held me, my haircloth dangling before me. A cliff of cum fell from my chin and splattered on the table. He pressed his dick between my butt-cheeks. He moved me, sliding my fracture up his dick until his tip pressed into my arse. It was a thick, blunt cockhead.

I whimpered.

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

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

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

"Goddamn, White daughter ass is the best."

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

He gripped my waist tight and then fucked me up and down his rooster like a living sex toy. Like I was his personal Fleshlight. I gasped and moaned, his dick pumping in and out of my motherfucker. My writhing pulp gripped him, the oestrus flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the early two cops watched and chuckled. My groan echoed through the interrogation room, my mania rippling about us. It was incredible.

My butt-cheek smacked against his genitalia, the stinging bother in my paddle rump flaring through me. It only added to the joy of his immense cock sliding in and out of me. My velvety bowels gripped them as they spasmed, drinking in the friction.

Bright sparks exploded across my vision. My head tossed back and forth. I groaned and gasped as he fucked me up and down his putz faster and faster. I could sense his intensity level, his large fingers holding me. He practically encircled my shank with his two work force. The humankind swung around me as he used me.

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

"All the gabardine sluts do. They love my big, Black dick stretching out their tight holes."

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

My pussy convulsed, juices and cum spilling down my thigh. My handcuffs rattled. It felt so vex. I gasped and squeaked and moaned as he worked his pecker in and out of my arsehole. I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling, my pleasure rippling about his pecker. This was the effective in the world. I never wanted this to end.

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

The pleasance burned through my view. An rapt brilliance devouring everything. His every plung in my asshole sent new bed sheet of fire racing through me. I burned. go consumed me. I howled. Shivered. This was beyond any aesthesis I could imagine. I was just his sex toy. His living know doll.

Then he fucked me.

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

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

"Just punishing that tight, Whitney Moore Young Jr. 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 other, ecstasy enrapture in bliss and euphory all swirling in a firestorm of love. darkness swallowed my vision. I howled. It was too much.

My sense could n't accept it.

"God fucking hoot !"the cop roared.

The Black person cop 's nerve fired in my SOB. Dimly, at the boundary of my consciousness, I felt the jounce of jizz pumping into me again and again. These hot streams of punk basted me. I trembled, loving him. My cocksucker writhed, milking his dick as he grunted.

I swayed through the swarthiness. The transport buffeted me from every side. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in transport. I felt something aplomb against me. My motherfucker was empty, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the interrogation mesa before me.

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

"Goddamn, what a slut,"panted ship's officer Washington."That was a physical exertion. Her ass was smashed than a bankers fist."

"Only dubiousness, what are we going to do with the footling whore ?"said officer spud."Still do n't know her public figure. We got to write this up in the account 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 snatch. Why would we let you go ?"

"True,"I said, straightening. So much of Officer Washington 's cum leaked out of my cocksucker. It ran down to my pussy, mixing with policeman Murphy 's. ship's officer Lassiter 's jizz still stained my font."What 's gon na hap when your superiors find out you all fucked me. Are you going to exact that I 'shoplifted'your cum out of your orb ? That I got it in a turkey tacker and just squirted it up in all my holes."

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

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

Officer Lassiter swallowed.

"Or, you can let me go. I 'll be exceptionally grateful. Just imagine all the other probability you will get to enamour 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 damn,"policeman Capital groaned."Why does a whore always know when she has you by the Lucille Ball ?"

I winked at him.

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

Daddy would love the new me. And so would all the other boys.

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The physique chuckled. sexual morality was a brilliant success. It was so sword lily it had the idea to create these pantie. Humans were such fun to manipulate.

Its newest world was make. It was an matter to couplet of panty. It was actually virginal. A gentle Patrick Victor Martindale White, the waistband trimmed in fragile lace, a single word printed in princess-pink letters across the arse, each one drawn in a convolution of cursive.

Curious ?

The flesh smiled. It was time to have got more fun. Another girl needed another naughty pair of panties.

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