Mind-Control Panties

Story Four : Nubile exhibitionist delectation

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to shadowmansc for beta reading this !

The figure rode the moving staircase to the third floor of the center were small-scale, but trendy, clothing storehouse lay. The sort of place that nubile, coed girlfriend preferred to frequent. Just the sort of position the figure of speech wanted to leave its special panties.

No one noticed as the figure passed through the security sensor that flanked the memory board 's entrance. Nor did anyone pay attending as the pattern moved through the storage. Though out of berth, the figure was also nondescript. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the meretricious, tie-dyed panties in slender fingerbreadth, it drew no tending. As the design passed the exhibit of former scanty, a smile spread on its lips. Soon enough, the barbarian panties would attract the right girl.

Karen Greene.

With a movie of its wrist, the figure deposited its special creation, leaving behind the naughty surprisal that would find young Karen.

Minutes later, after the figure had slipped out of the store, Karen entered, her eyes flicking around at the dress. She often wandered into the shop class, staring at the trendy, and even naughty, clothing with invidia. Not that she 'd ever had the courage to wear anything that revealed so lots flesh since she was a bridesmaid for her cousin 's hymeneals. Despite her blossoming body—her breasts were round and sylphlike in her plain bra on beneath her loose-fitting sweater, her legs toned, and her rump bubbly—she did n't have the military posture to show off her figure.

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

Her green eyes flicked over the clothing while her black pilus swayed about her shoulders. She would suspire from clock time to fourth dimension, spotting a bird or a blouse or a loaded pair of jeans with a heart sewn on the back pockets that she ached to fall apart. She wished she could muster up the courage. She would swallow up while rubbing her sweaty palms on her sweat pants. She ached to understood why she feared to point off her body.

trench down she knew why. It was the male child. She did n't think she was gay since she did n't precisely recover boys disgusting. She just did n't want to have their attention. She 'd never made the connection to her shyness, but when she was unseasoned, a boy named Oscar had ripped down her skirt and step-in, exposing her on the schoolyard vacation spot. That overplus had stayed with her, the retentivity of all those boys pointing and laughing at her as she struggled to withdraw up her article of clothing and deal her infantile body.

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

She sucked in a breathing space when she saw the step-in. They were so bright, almost glowing. They were a swirl of every hue imaginable, a tie-dyed masterpiece that almost mesmerized her. Her trembling hand reached out to caressed the cotton/polyester blend. She stroked the fabric until she came across the word. Each letter was a different color. Bright-blue, neon-green, hot-orange, garish purple, sun-yellow, fuchsia, bluish green, cherry-red, and hot pinko. Together they formed the word of honor that made her shudder.

Colorful.

Tingles raced through her as she caressed each missive. The electric thrill settled through her torso, hardening her mammilla and turning her slit into liquified wetness. Finally, she 'd see the braveness to buy something.

She snatched up the panties and rushed up to the immediate payment cash register. The salesgirl smiled and nodded. It was cleared she approved of Karen finally buying something. Neither of them noticed that nada rang up on the register when she scanned it nor that Karen only mimed giving any money. Both, however, seemed to call back a legal dealing had occurred.

The panties were slipped into a discrete, Brown University bag with the store 's logo printed on the side in cute purple. With her prize clutched before her, Karen scurried out of the mall.

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Karen Greene

The next day, I stared at those colorful panties. I shuddered at finally finding the courage to buy something yucky. Something just than the plain, boring panties I always wore. No one would know, of class, but I would at least have made a step to escaping my shyness. I wanted to lop like the other missy. I did n't want to forever be gossiped about as being the burgeoning old maid. I was nineteen. I should n't be afraid to show off a niggling form.

I hoped this would be the start.

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

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

confidence soared through me. I grabbed the almost soporific panties, the blend of hues merging from one fantastic ghost to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the tingle raced up my leg. This electrified hurry preceded the cotton panties as I pulled them higher and in high spirits up my thighs. I groaned, my bare breast swaying and jiggling. My tit puckered hard while a molten heat formed deep inside of me.

I felt so naughty as I seated the pantie against my bootleg Vannevar Bush. The cloth gripped my hindquarters, hugging it blind drunk than any early distich of underclothing ever had. They rode lower on my hips than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my George Herbert Walker Bush to peek out of the waistband. I shuddered, a risque ripple rushing through me.

I would be colored today.

That meant I had to find oneself the perfect outfit. I darted to my cupboard, my business firm breasts heaving before me. I thrust it open, staring at the assemblage of my clothing. I had to deliver something that held some sum of vibrancy. A queasy whine groaned from me as I pawed through my closet, the wire hangers rasping against the wooden dowel. I slid article after clause of clothing out of the way.

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

Now ...

I pulled it over my pass. I gasped as the pie-eyed material caressed my tegument before sliding over my white meat. Over my nipples. I groaned at the cloth rubbing against my kernel, that loathsome sensation rushing throughout my physical structure. My optic fluttered and my pussy clenched in low delight. What a tremendous sense impression. Almost as exciting as masturbation. I felt succus soaking my colourful panties as I pulled the tight, pink blouse down over my stomach. It left a few column inch of skin exposed and my nipples clearly stood out.

It was such a bold thing to wear.

I loved it.

"Now to discover the perfect chick,"I said, racking my mind for one.

After a moment, an idea struck me. I had a bridal garb that I had to wear out for my cousin 's wedding last year. The skirt was so scant. I 'd almost pass out when I had to wear it. And who had ever heard of a bridal dress that came in two opus ?

My cousin was Weird.

Her wedding dress had shown off so much of her figure, her with child breasts almost spilling out of the top. She was brave. Luckily, I still had my turnout. The skirt was in the garment bag buried in my closet. The leafy vegetable annulus would look so sexy with its satin shimmer attracting as much attention as my top.

I found the garment bag and unzipped it, unveiling the skimpy outfit held inside. I beamed as I pulled it out, reveling in the way the skirt had this flowing looking at to it. It was clearly made of satin, something too fine to normally wear to college. I wanted to be sheer. Colorful. I wanted everyone to await at me.

A featherbrained surge rippled through me, an electrified tingle rushing out of my pussy as I stepped into the skirt. The material rustled as I drew it up my thigh, my boobs jiggling in my loaded top. I groaned as I drew the fabric over my step-in. It was such a disgrace to enshroud those colorful delights.

Now ready for school, I grabbed my black backpack. Ugh, it was so dismal. I hated pulling it on. My purse was n't any bettor. Why did I choose one in such an horrifying tad of Robert Brown ?

Sighing, I headed downstairs, my annulus swirling about my second joint, my breasts bouncing in my hot-pink top. I hit the hallway and rushed down them towards the front threshold. My mother peeked out of the animation elbow room, wrapped up in a purple housecoat. She said,"Karenic ... My, that 's, um ... an interesting outfit."

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

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

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

"wellspring, I 'm glad. I was getting a little disturbed about you."

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

My cunt tingled with such excitement as I strolled to my college. I did n't bucket along forward with my shoulders slumped, my arms almost hugging me as if I did n't want the passing play cars and bicyclist to notice me. That I did n't desire the former pedestrians to realize I was sharing the pavement with them.

Today, I sauntered with my back heterosexual. I was practically thrusting my cycle, firm titties out before me. They bounced while my satin dame swirled around my thigh. The viridity fabric had a fantastic shimmer, almost rippling with varying hues of emerald. My smutty hair danced about my face, my backpack bouncing and my handbag swinging. I had such a jaunt to my step.

"Damn, is that you, Karen ?"asked Oscar as he approached from a side of meat street. He was a tall guy was short-circuit, brown hairsbreadth. I smiled at his muscular build, his berm broad. He was on the football squad, his Chin chiseled.

"Yep,"loving his attention.

He whistled. A naughty tingle ran through me. It was so hot that he noticed how colorful I was today.

I was practically skipping now. I felt Oscar behind me, his oculus tracking the flowing bowel movement of my skirt. My black hair bounced about my shoulders, brushing my sick hide and the pink fabric of my blouse. My nipples tingled, risque jolts and zaps shooting down to my slit. My piteous scanty were just so wet.

It made me feel so foul and racy.

A office of me just wanted to flip out up my chick him how sexy my panties were. The impulsion grew and grew as I approached my college. I strolled up to the front door and shuddered as other boys noticed me.

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

I beamed.

"Is that Karenic Graham Greene ?"Brian asked, a guy with shaggy, blond hair who stood following to Jermaine."The fuck happened to her ?"

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

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

I rushed up the cement steps to the forepart door, my skirt swirling. This was the time. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top stair, my hands casually grabbed the material of my annulus. I gave it a quick jerk, making the material flare up seemingly on its own. For a abbreviated 2d, my tie-dyed panties flashed for all the domain to see, those colorful missive on display. The guys groaned while I smiled in delight.

My chick settled down around me as I vanished inside the room access. I ached to touch myself.

All the male child were staring at me during the day. I loved their attention. But as the classes went by, their tone and hungry gaze started to dwindle. They still smiled at me, but they were getting used to me. I was colored, but, honestly, it was only two different shades. pink and super acid were exciting, but my hair was such a bland black, my purse was brown, and my backpack just felt ugly.

I had to go shopping after class were over.

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

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

I swept through the memory board like a hurricane. I called my mother to let her have intercourse I was using the credit card she 'd given me for hand brake. I told her I was buying a new wardrobe, and she was thrilled. She told me not to worry about spending too practically, but to make myself happy. She was such an awesome mom.

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

When I got home with my new supplies, I was so wet. I threw all my new apparel on my bed, spilling out all the coloured framework across my piece of paper. I rolled around on them nearly naked. I rubbed my pussycat to another orgasm as I buried my face into my new neon-green bra. I smelled the fabric while stroking my fingers up and down my panties, pressing the fabric into my Virgin twat.

My succus soaked through my panties. They coated my fingers. I screamed out my coming into the bra, cumming in mere seconds. I was just so charge up for tomorrow.

I had problem sleeping that dark. I was just so excited. I was energized. I had thrown my step-in in the race before going to bed, then I snuck out to put them in the dryer so they 'd be quick for me in the forenoon. Since I was bursting with energy, I decided to take the fourth dimension to get my hair done. blackness would n't do at all.

I needed to be colorful.

First, I had to bleach my ringlet. It took two soaks with the hydrogen hydrogen peroxide to get my hair light enough for what I wanted. Then I went to process. I dyed the the right way half a bright cotton-candy blue angel. The left side I made red. Such a promising and unnatural shadiness. They looked so excite together as they tumbled around my blanch look. So much better than that drab, natural hue.

I had to be colored for all the boys.

By the clip my whisker was dry, my alarm system clock was going off. I was bore for college. I gathered my one-half cotton-candy-blue and half-cherry-red hair into Twin Falls pigtails. They fell down to my shoulders in falls of bright beauty. I loved it. I grabbed my new clothing, starting with a green bra that I had rubbed against my face as I masturbated to my wonderful climax. I slipped it on and settled my youthful bosom into the cup.

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

COLORFUL

Just thinking it made me squeal, my twat already soaking my poor people panties. I grabbed my new skirt, a mysterious, deep plum. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. It hung low on my rosehip, showing off the top my pantie to anyone, allowing the rioting of gloss to be seen. Next, I grabbed my hot-pink, knee-high socks. I pulled them on, loving the way my toes wiggled inside the knit-cotton embrace. Those donned, I could n't help but reverberate around my room. I was hopeful and vibrant.

Everyone would notice me.

I snagged my backpack, a flashy Orange, and my new handbag that was a delicious tint of teal. I slid my invertebrate foot into a twain of deep, vermilion heels before darting out of my bedroom. I rushed down the steps, my bold hair dancing about my face. I felt so aroused. My boob heaved in my new bra and in my decollete top. I reached the bottom and darted for the movement door.

"Oh, my gosh, Karen,"Mom said from the living room, wearing the Saami boring, purplish sign robe as yesterday. It was only one color. How blunt."You really went ... all out."

"I 'm just so happy,"I said, wrenching open the straw man door."All the boys are going to comment me today."

"I think National Aeronautics and Space Administration will notice you from space on their planet,"Mom said."wellspring, I 'm glad to see you out of that shy phase. Have fun at college."

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

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

The fabric swayed back and Forth, flashing glimpses of my scanty. It was so short that it would take about nothing to get a peek at the tie-dyed delight beneath. I turned so many promontory with my vibrant showing. Drivers watched, rubbernecking as they passed me. Guys groaned at the sight of me, their eyes following the progress of my new and nubile body.

"Fuck me,"groaned Oscar when he intercepted me."Karen, wow. You look ... electrifying."

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

He shook his head, his mouth half open.

I felt his eyes on me all the way to my schoolhouse. He could n't look away. He wanted me so bad. I grinned, my pigtails dancing about my articulatio humeri, my backpack bounce on my backrest, my chest heaving. They wanted to lam my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow crop top. to a greater extent and more boys were following me as I approached my college. Keith, a favorable guy with looking glass, pushed them up as he stared at me. Jermaine let out another groan, his hired hand rubbing across his shaved-bald head. Brian shook his shaggy-coated mane of tomentum as he groaned in delight.

I had their single attention.

My slit was so juicy. My nipples were so hard. I wanted to wank right there in the hall. When I sat down during my classes, I kept my legs spread astray so everyone can see that damp spot growing the private parts of my tight-died panties. I twirled my pigtails, twining colored whorl around my fingers while I licked my purple lips.

It was also amazing. So wonderful. But, as the day wore on, I noticed the boys were getting used to me. Yes, they were still looking at me, but they were n't drooling over me. They were also noticing some of the other girls. I wanted the boy'exclusive attention.

I wore so many colouring material. What could I do that was respectable than this ?

I thought about that as I masturbated in the bathroom after social class. My little gasp moans echoed around me as I tried to conceive of the utter outfit to take hold their attention forever. And then it hit me. I remembered coming across this interesting twitching channel. On it was such a beautiful, young woman that made my snatch feel so tingly. She showed me a way I could make myself colorful.

After my climax, I googled where I could buy what I needed. Once again, I used my mom 's hand brake acknowledgment card to buy the supplies. My leverage were heavy, weighing me down as I rushed domicile, still attracting so much care to my bold and vibrant rig. I was so tidal bore for tomorrow. I was so ready to transform myself.

When I got home base, I masturbated three times just thinking about it. My piteous, little virgin pussy was just so sore. I set my alarm clock to go off super early, and then passed out in exhaustion.

I dreamed in colors. A unceasing kaleidoscope of reds, blues, greens, pinks, yellowness, orange tree, purples, turquoise, sunshine, flame, yellow green, silver, Au, peacock blue, violet, azure, crimson, and colors that I did n't even make out the epithet for filled my imagination. Colors that could n't exist in the real world.

The blaring tones of my alarm clock snapped me out of nap. I bolted upright, smacked it off, and flew out of my bed. I snagged my two shopping old bag, the supply clinking inside as I darted naked out of my room. I burst into the lav.

I had three hours to plough myself into the most colorful girl ever.

I dumped out my supplies upon the bathroom riposte, the low jolt of body key rattling together. I 'd grabbed as many different hues as I could. I started wrenching open the eyelid, the waxy scent filling my nose. The paints were all non-toxic. It was designed to be rubbed on your skin. To get across you.

I shuddered as I stared at my naked soma in the mirror. My daily round breasts quivered, my pink teat thrusting out hard. My skin was the Saami pale-beige tone with the episodic freckle and that groin on my hip. I was all so boring. I had to be special.

I plunged my finger's breadth into the first shade. It was a smart neon green. I coated my finger. I shuddered as I smeared it right on my belly. I groaned at the contact lens. I worked it around, leaving a fun vortex.

I smiled at the feel of it on my skin, the key coating my body. It hugged me. My left bridge player darted into a bottle of deep vermilion. I scooped up a dainty ball of both fingers and attacked my left breast. I rubbed it into my pulp while a loathsome thrill raced through me. I groaned as I covered my mamilla in the naughty body paint.

My grin only grew as I attacked my form with more of the vividness. I rubbed bright orange onto my early nipple, completely covering that boring pink. My smile grew as I slathered a bright plum across my forehead and then smeared a teal pleasure down between my breasts. My finger's breadth grew steamy with pigment. It splattered across the parry as I worked in a frenzy of institution. I just let my instincts go.

I wanted to make a tableau.

I wanted my body to be the Same thigh-slapper of tie-dyed colors as my panties.

I groaned as I rubbed bright lily-livered across the sass of my pussy. I shuddered, trembling. I was so glad I 'd shaved my pussy lastly Nox. It was all gone. No nasty, lightlessness tomentum to get in the way of the wondrous yellow coating my vulva.

My button throbbed as I bathed even it in cool paint.

I slathered pink and amobarbital sodium and glittering atomic number 79 on my rump, working my script into my unshakable butt-cheeks to make a disgustful blending of colouring material. I worked ash gray and goldenrod and a wonderfully burned-over umbra across my aspect. I coated my neck. My thighs had a twelve dissimilar wraith each, blend and swirling together. I coated my toes. The soles of my understructure. I strained to rub blueness and yellow and reds and oranges across my backbone.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my soundbox from decently and left, my naked titty bouncing and heaving with every drive. They were so firm and perky, both beautiful with a gaga swirl of colors reaching up to my arduous tit. As the paint dried it gripped my peel. It felt so wonderful around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most colorful missy in the reality. Every boy would point out me now. They would see my tight slit painted bright yellow, my leave alone nipple that wonderful shade of red, and my right teat a lustrous orange. The mix of hue covered my white meat would pull in their regard as they bounced right and left. It all mixed with the dye in my tomentum. Boys who saw me from behind would see my butt-cheeks rippling and jiggling as I sauntered down the hallway, hypnotizing them with the blend of bright hues.

My pussy succus ran down my second joint. Luckily, the rouge required soap to come off. My cunt cream would n't melt it away. It would, however, add a delicious lambency to the kaleidoscope of hue decorating my inner thighs.

My arms were sore from the effort of coating my body, but I was beautiful.

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

I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my painted bosom bouncing and panting, bare pes smacking on the steps. My tongue licked across my lips, tasting the waxy relish coating them. I hit the bottom of the stairs and rushed for the door.

"Oh, Karen, wow,"my mom said from the living room. She was wearing that same, old, boring menage robe. empurple again ? If she was only going to wear one color at a clip, she could at least beak a different one each day.

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

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

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

"Have fun,"she said as I darted out the room access and slammed it behind me.

I almost caused traffic accidents as I headed to my college. I was so colored cars were drifting into other lanes they stared at me. Brakes squealed and trump honked. Some even climbed out of their motorcar to stare at me in awe. footer, men and char alike, gaped at my eubstance. The women had such envy in their eyes, knowing they would never be as brilliantly and colored as me while the men salivated. They rubbed at their crutches, squeezing and kneading their operose hammer. That was how I knew I had their full attention.

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

I grinned at him as I sauntered down the street. My bare feet smacked on the cement sidewalk while my hips swayed, my ass flexing and jiggling. I felt his centre studying the swirling hues covering both my butt-cheeks.

I had such a powerful aching when I reached my college. I was so steamy. Sir Thomas More and more boys were following me by then. Heath had to rive off his glasses and wipe the fog off of them when he saw me. He grinned as he joined the pack, rubbing at his rooster. Right before I reached the steps to enter my school, I could n't take any more. I need to see validation that I was coloured.

I whirled around to face Oscar and fell to my knees."appearance it to me !"

"What ?"he groaned, his dark-brown oculus wide.

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

It clicked in his mind. His jeans came undone loyal than a flash. He shoved them down along with a couplet of boxers dotted with hearts. His turncock popped out, thrusting midst from a wiry thatch of brown pubic hair.

I snagged Oscar 's dick in my multi-colored handwriting and pulled it towards my waxen lip. With a hungry growling, I swallowed the tip and sucked on my start ever cock. He groaned as I nursed on him, my tongue sliding around the crest, gathering the salty savor of his precum.

He found me gorgeous !

I savored having Oscar 's cock in my mouth. I sucked on his dick with such hunger, my virginal kitty clenching. The guy rope all moved in around me, staring at my colorful body, my firm breast jiggling as I bobbed my read/write head. My dyed pigtails danced around my berm as my school principal turned and twist around, shifting my mouth around his pecker. I rubbed the spongy tip against the cap of my mouth, my tongue, and my internal cheeks.

"Goddamn, Karen,"growled Oscar."That 's it, absorb my cock, you fucking whore."

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

"Yeah, she did,"shaggy-haired Brian said."screwing me, that 's hot."

"Just a beautiful sight,"moaned heathland."Shit, I 'm about to erupt right in my jeans.

"Why waste it ?"groaned Oscar."The little slut wants to delight us all."

A roar erupted from the gathering boys. They were all staring at me. Hot slit cream trickled down my painted thigh as I took more and more of Oscar 's pecker in my mouth. His diadem reached the cover of my throat. I moaned and sucked and slurped on his dick. Drool ran down my chin. I made such distasteful, sluttish sounds.

I was bold. Bright.

I shoved my right hand down between my second joint. I rubbed at my yellow-painted pussy lips. My boiling pick coated them as I slid my fingers through my juicy folds. I brushed my hymen, my virgin depths begging to be penetrated. I sucked harder on Oscar 's cock, riffle of pleasure fluttering through me.

I found my clit and frigged my little button. Oscar groaned as I sucked harder. He grabbed my dyed pigtails, clutching the colorful strands. He fucked my mouth. I gasped, his peter drive past my sass. I just had to sit there and let him use my backtalk. He fucked his cock in and out of my oral tooth decay like it was my pussy. It made my cunt so wet.

"SOB, you want it bad,"Oscar groaned."I 'm willing to give you what you need, you bold, little slut."

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

I was growing dizzy from all the watching eyes. They stared at me as I loved Oscar 's cock. I sucked harder, frigging my clit while nursing on his big dick. More and to a greater extent of his salty precum coated my tongue. A preview for that creamy pleasure in his balls. My clit throbbed as I rubbed it, my orgasm edifice and building in me. I moaned around his turncock. I caressed the spongelike crown with my glossa as he plunged his cock over and over into my mouth.

My orgasm swelled the sunshine rippled around me. I was called such filthy names.

"Wanton skank !"

"Tie-dyed whore !"

"Bold slut."

"exhibitionist THOT !"

They stared at my bouncing rose hip, wiggling ass, and painted fingers dancing over my aching pussy lips.

Oscar growled, his face twisting with ecstasy. His blunt features were burning with his Passion of Christ. He gripped my pigtails hard, slamming his cock all the way into the depths of my sassing. And then he groaned. He let out a cheap growl, his shaft throbbing in my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut as I realize how hot this was.

His hot cum spurted into my backtalk.

As the salty spirit burst across my preference buds, my pussy exploded in rapture. My finger rubbed at my button as the pleasure rushed through me. Waves of X flowed through my tie-dyed body. My breasts shook as Oscar ripped his cock out of my mouth. His endorsement clap splashed across my face as I swallowed his low gear cargo of jizz.

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

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

My consistency bucked and heaved as everyone stared at me getting painted with a new coloration. The one colouring material I had n't used. Patrick Victor Martindale White. It was all colors combined in one. When you split white luminousness in a optical prism, you got all the rainbow hues that adorned my trunk. And the skillful rootage for white was cum. It was all so assoil.

I shuddered as my coming peeked.

"I need Thomas More cum to bath my body !"I howled.

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

As Oscar pulled away from me, leaving my face coated with his spunk, Jermaine sprang from the crowd. I shuddered as his zipper rasped and his denim'fastening popped. His dismal cock appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his genu behind me. His thick tool smacked into my painted rump. I groaned as he seized the spine of my question and shoved me down until I knelt like a bitch.

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

"Fuck me !"I moaned."Mix up your paint with my snatch. Use my body. I need you to cum on me !"

"You fucking boldface trollop !"he snarled and thrust.

My virginal membrane stretched and stretched before his hammer. There was a sharp jab of pain sensation as my cherry red popped. I gasped as his shaft knifed into the untouched depths of my pussy. I groaned as his Black shaft spread me wider and wider. My pass tossed back, my dyed pigtails dancing about my font. Rapture surged through me as his balls smacked into my clit.

He drew back his big tool, my deflowered flesh clinging to him. I groaned as I felt so vacate with just his tip in me. He thrust back into me severe. His crotch smacked into my coloured ass. The slap on form on frame echoed around us while all the boys cheered him on. I groaned as his balls smacked into my clit over and over, heavily with his boy-paint.

That wonderful cum.

"Goddamn, this trivial ho is soaked,"Jermaine grunted as he thrust his cock deep into my once-pure pussy.

"I 've never been fucked !"I moaned, my tongue licking up some of the jizz that had dribbled down to my sass."Cum on, boy, my mouth is free ! semen paint my eubstance in your jizz ! You want to deck me with your spunk before the entire student eubstance ?"

"God fucking damn,"groaned Brian. The shaggy-haired boy fell to his knees before me, his belt ammunition rattling as he fumbled to loosen it. Then he fished out his cock and aimed it at my mouth. I opened spacious and groaned in pleasure as he rammed it into me.

I had a cock in my snatch and in my sassing. Brian grabbed my pigtails, holding tight as he fucked me with the force of a pneumatic hammer. My pussy clenched around Jermaine 's big, Black dick. I rocked between them, impaled on both their cocks. I was spit-roasted between them.

Such a bold thing to do. My rose hip wiggled, stirring my cunt around Jermaine 's dick while I sucked with all my might on Brian 's shaft. My butt-cheeks rippled from the twinge impingement of Jermaine 's thrusts. He rammed his cock deep and gruelling into me. He filled me over and over again. I groaned my joy around Brian 's gumshoe while all the boy shouted and cheered.

"roll in the hay the small multicolor slut !"

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

"Just make sure as shooting you cum all over her,"Oscar growled.

"Coat that hot bod in spunk !"

It was wonderful. Out of the corner of my middle, I saw pants coming undone. Cocks appeared. I stroked them, fisting up and down their prick. I whimpered, my pussy clenching around Jermaine 's big cock. His every driving force brought me closer and stuffy to orgasming, my button crapulence in the thudding impact of his profound balls. The boys were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lust. They were seeing how bold and lustrous and colorful I was.

I had all their attention.

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

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

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

And then to my utter joy, hot spunk squirted from my right. It splashed across my position and dribbled down to my swinging titty. The cum was so hot, it almost seared me. I savored it, loving that White River ointment painting my physical structure. The boy grunted, fisting his tool, squeezing out a concluding jet of his seed.

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

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

I agreed. So hot. So juicy.

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

"Goddamn,"Jermaine groaned."I ca n't last a great deal farsighted. Fucking cherry pussy. The best."

"I hope you did n't smash her for the quietus of us,"individual called.

"Trust me, your little pencil dick will finger smashing in her,"Jermaine grunted."Yes, keep working those rose hip, little ho. Fuck !"

Another boy erupted. His cum fired at me from my left wing. It splattered across my spinal column and pooled in the rut of my spur. My rump clenched as those legal brief squirt puddled hot on my skin. I whimpered, my kitty squeezing down so intemperate on Jermaine 's tool. I moaned around Brian 's dick. The Black guy knife thrust deep into me. His balls smacked into my clit.

I orgasmed.

"Oh, nooky !"Jermaine groaned, my impair pussy spasming uncivilized around him.

He fucked into my nineteen-year-old twat with hard knife thrust. He buried into me again and again. He slammed his hawkshaw trench into my pussy. My shape writhed around them, milking him. I was so eager for his cum to erupt. I squealed around Brian 's dick as the pleasure melted my mind.

Jermaine grunted and then ripped his cock out of my convulsing pussy. I felt so empty, but then I groaned as Jermaine 's hot cum spurted across my rump. I enjoyed those sinewy bam of pearly jizz painting my butt-cheeks. wondrous ointment dribbled into my crack. I loved the awkward look of his racy pigment. I shuddered and groaned, my orgasm sweeping through me as he unloaded more and more than of his punk.

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

It was.

"Fuck, ca n't ... conduct ..."Brian moaned."tinker's damn !"He ripped his shaft out of my mouth and fisted his shaft hard.

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

My orgasm still rippling through me, his putz erupted. His hot nerve splashed across the crown of my head. I felt the wonderful, pearly mettle soaking my tomentum. I shuddered, trembling, twat pick running down my second joint as his thick nerve dribbled over my forehead.

"hoot, she 's a little lady of pleasure !"moaned a guy.

Jizz splattered my allow for hip. It ran down my thigh, hot rivulets of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed to a greater extent of that wonderful color sprayed across my consistency. I rose up, my breasts jiggling.

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

I groaned as shaft stepped up before me. He fisted his stubby dick then unleashed spurts of hot kindling. His seed splattered across my perky breasts. I groaned, my fingers digging into my flesh as he coated me and all that tremendous spunk. I watched the chopper strands spill across my flesh. It dribbled down to my finger's breadth. I massaged his come, rubbing it across my boozer mounds, coating me in pearly delight.

"I need more !"I howled."I have a kitty-cat. An prick. Use me !"

The male child cheered in delight. They rushed towards me in a horde of delirium passion. I trembled, so eager to be painted in all their seed. Heath, pushing up his looking glass, was the first gear to grab me. He sank down on his vertebral column and yanked me atop him, his free bridge player holding his cock upright. I gasped as I impaled my snatch right down his dick. My cum-coated teat heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure delight. Jizz dribbled down my body, that wonderful blusher. My pussy clenched around heath 's cock.

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

I gasped as his stopcock nuzzled between my cum-smeared cheeks of my colourful ass.

My butt-hole tingled as the tip of his gumshoe pressed against it. My bitch clenched around heath 's cock as Tim 's cock thrusting into my intestine. I gasped as my anal anchor ring counterpane and spreadhead, swallowing his dick.

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

A cock rammed into my mouth.

I whimpered, shuddering, three gumshoe in my holes. Three cocks I had to get ready to paint my torso in that wonderful, pure vividness. I trembled, sucking on the dick in my mouth as I rose up heathland 's cock. At the like sentence, Tim pumped away at my arsehole. He drove his dick over and over into my bowels. Velvety passion rippled through me while satiny delight surged out of my pussy.

Squealing around that dick in my sassing, I slammed down Heath 's cock.

"Look at the small ho go,"Jermaine groaned, stroking his lightlessness cock glistening with my pussy juice."Damn, Karen, you 're a little freak."

A bold face, coloured freak.

I sucked and nurse my cock in my mouth as I rode Heath 's putz. Tim 's hard shaft pumped over and over into my arse. The stimulating pleasure flowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my hips dancing from incline to side, my asshole squeezing down on Tim 's cock while my pussy gripped heathland 's ray of light. The treble frictions mixed together inside of me, driving me wild.

drivel spilled over my chin as cum dribbled down my dead body. Tim 's private parts smacked into my ass as he drove his rooster over and over into my bowels. I bounced on heathland 's dick, my clit throbbing every prison term I bottomed out on him. I felt his wiry pubic whisker rubbing against me. The grind groaned as I worked my cunt up and down his dick.

"oeuvre that pecker, little ho !"

"God damn, you fucking loose woman, Karen !"

"fucking !"

Hot fare splashed against my arm. It coated my shoulder and dribbled down towards my elbow. I loved it covering me. I needed jizz to plash me everywhere. My slit drank in the friction of Heath 's cock while my shit gripped Tim 's gumshoe as he pounded me knockout. I sucked with all my might on the dick in my mouth, loving being used by all these boys.

"What a fucking prostitute !"

Pearly jizz splattered into the vertebral column of my pass, coating more of my whisker. It ran down the book binding of my neck opening and dribbling over my articulatio humeri leaf blade. I loved the feeling of the hot spunk. It coated me in that wonderful color. The lulu of pearly jizz.

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

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

He showered me in his cum, my pussy squeezing down on Heath 's rooster. That hot punk bathed me. It ran across my painted build as I hurtled closer to my orgasm. Tim thrust hard into me, grunting, groaning. I whimpered, my trunk so close to that rapture.

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

Jermaine rammed his rooster into my mouth, soaked in my mellifluous pick. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his blackness shaft. My kitty-cat squeezed around Heath 's stopcock as my entire consistency shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two different sides. Two different boys were painting me in their passion. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My pussy convulsed around heath 's gumshoe. My whoreson spasmed around Tim 's hammering putz. I bucked and writhed, working my holes up and down both their quill. Intense waves of ecstasy flowed through my body. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine 's cock. I moaned and whimpered, asterisk dancing before my oculus. My holes writhed and convulsed on their dumbfound dick. I whimpered, my hips wiggling from position to side. My flesh milked them, bring them snug and tightlipped to erupting. I wanted to be painted in so much spunk.

Rapture drowned my mind.

"fuck kinky slut !"snarled Tim."Goddamn, your asshole is going wild around my cock. Fuck !"

He ripped out of my whoreson. The first spirt of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost right on my pricker. I felt the jizz running hot down my tegument as more and Sir Thomas More honey oil splashed on my flesh. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my body, making me finger so naughty and wild.

My pussy spasmed unvoiced about Heath 's cock. My nous melted, my sexual climax still writhing through me. I whimpered about Jermaine 's gumshoe as Tim rammed into my asshole. His cock was even thicker than Tim 's. He grunted, heavy egg smacking into my flesh as he plunged into my asshole.

"nooky, fuck, fuck !"he growled. Then he ripped his dick out of my arsehole and spurted frothy cum onto my body."Such a fucking lady of pleasure !"

It was all such a fuzz. I do n't sleep with how long I rode heath 's dick, did n't have a go at it how many turncock had fucked my asshole and back talk, before that nerd finally erupted into my kitty-cat. His jizz spurted hot into my spasming cunt while the boys spurted jizz on me from every side. I groaned and trembled, loving that even the interior of my pussycat was getting basted with the creamy paint.

"Karen !"snarled the wonk as he filled my bitch with more spurt of jizz."This is incredible !"

Still cumming, sot on this moment, I rolled off of him. I writhed on the footing, gasping and moaning as they stood over me, jerking off their putz. Cum fired at me from every management. They were all erupting. All splashing me in jizz. They painted mettle across my skin. I rubbed it into my flesh as my orgasm rippled through me. My nous melted in rapture.

They made me into a masterpiece.

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

I had a huge smile on my aspect as every boy paid care to me all day. Even the teacher. Every man who witnessed me gained hard dick that needed ease. Luckily, there was always a new smirch of my body that needed to be painted. Unlike the body paint, cum did n't last long.

I was going to give birth to be a occupy, busy female child to stay colorful.

good matter the payoff were worth it. I could n't hold off. Smiling, I spotted a dick that needed my attention."Pussy, bastard, or mouth ?"

The guy grinned.

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The soma chuckled. The late duo of panty was a smashing success. The form had no idea the previous pair would go over so well. It glanced down at the newest scanty lying on the desk. Compared to the Colorful one, this couplet was subdued.

Black, a bit of lace around the waistband, and two words printed across the rear end in big, bold, white letters.

"Bad Girl."

There was one more summation. The human body stroked down to the gusset. They were crotchless, lace surrounding the slit giving access to the wearer 's pussy. The figure smiled. Where would be the serious place to leave these panty ? The figure chuckled again as the perfect pip clicked in its mind.

Rising, the flesh snatched up its Creation and left its workshop behind.

To be continued in the next story of Mind-Controlling Panties ...