Mind-Control pantie

Story 7 : Daughter 's Dazzling Desire

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

eminence : Thanks to Alex for Beta Reading this !

The digit slipped into the high-end boutique. Normally, it should stand out amid the wealth on show. The trophy wives and trust fund daughters who pursued through the expensive, name-brand wearable would shiver in repugnance at the heap of it. They were here for the last word. The pop. The getup that quivered this or that current celebrity wore on the red rug.

Not for the bizarre.

It was the perfect place to put down off the anatomy 's mind-controlling panties.

This one was an all black pair of panties with a single word of honor written in sparkling, gold letters.

Dazzling.

The physique was aegir for this next game to get. With a occasional flick of the radiocarpal joint, the figure deposited the couplet of panties where a vernal girl would find it soon.

Precious Jordan.

No one noticed the figure slipped out of the store, least of all Precious. She strolled into the store like she owned it, almost shouldering into the public figure. Though she was xix, she looked like she was twenty-five. Heavy war paint, her mammilla clearly enhanced already at her vernal age, her trendy top showing them off to their wide, all gave the illusion of matureness to her nubile flesh. Her vivacious, red hairsbreadth swept about her aspect, her green eyes dazzling. She marched on stiletto heels like she 'd worn them all her life.

She practically had.

She moved with the sureness and grace that could only come with practice. She strutted like she was walking on the rail, a model ready for the brashness and glamour of Milan or New York or London or Paris or Rome. Behind her, scurried her female parent. Besides her daughter, Molly Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan was plain, but she still was a woman possessing beauty. Brassy hairsbreadth, white meat as large as her daughter's ( though hers were really ), and blue eyes that gave her an appealing roll. She possessed a curvy soundbox, a wedding ring flashing on her bequeath hand.

"Wow, look at these,"Precious said. She snagged up the scanty, shuddering as the tingle racing through her. She turned around, grinning at her mother."Dazzling."

Her mother blanched."step-in like those are not going to help you win. Go look at the lash. Find something eye-catching. I want those pervy judge lusting for you. You are not taking second place again."

Precious rolled her optic. She thought she threw those panties back on the pile, but in fact, she kept a detainment of them. She went to pasture the thongs while her mother found her a luscious outfit for the coming sweetheart pageant. It was an expensive attire, but it went on her hubby 's credit menu. Her daughter would be a star.

Even if she had to pressure the girl into it.

No one noticed that Precious dropped the panties on the retort for the memory board employee to ring up. Nor did anyone notice the panty being slipped into the bag. Certainly, no one paid for it. They left the storage with the repose of the vesture that Molly purchased for her daughter.

Precious was worth investing in.

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mollie Jordan

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

There was always so often to do. The pageant was tomorrow, and the competition was fierce. That cunt lazuline was competing. The blond bimbo had beaten my daughter live clip, but not this time. Precious would win. She would be crowned Miss Dazzling Vanessa Bell.

My daughter was perfect. Everything that I had n't been at xix. Or even xxv. bombastic breasts, plump lips, flawless skin, and her red hair was such a fiery hue, not the brassy almost brown locks I had. Precious had even inherited her cat valium oculus from her father, my hubby Mark. Everything about the girl was perfect.

I had to get her to win. How else would she get far-famed ?

Precious came down the stair, wearing three-inch heels that were open-toed to present off the vibrant toenail glossiness she had. Her hair bounced around her shoulders, the flimsy shoulder strap of her negligee-style top work shift on the thicker straps of the opprobrious bra she wore. She reached the prat of the stairs, her pelvic arch swaying in the tight, whiten capris she wore.

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

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

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

I frowned at what I saw. I stroked up the sharpness of the outline, feeling a tingle as I caressed the bloodline that her panty pressed into her soaked capris."What 's this ?"

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

I rolled my eyes, this hot tingle shooting from my finger down my arm through my soundbox. My nipple hardened, my pussy ache."You need more than just panties with the news dazzling on them to shine tomorrow. valued, you need to always calculate your upright. I can see your panty line. I should make you go upstairs and change, but we 're going to be late."

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

I sighed, letting her have her footling bickering. I guess those panty would n't harm anything. It was n't like the evaluator would see her today. in effect matter, too, because those capris she wore were n't the unspoilt thing either. She should birth a skirt on, something feminine and naughty. Something that would pass on those pervs sitting on the jurist 's gore a cheap thrill when they saw her walking in it, hoping for an upskirt shot.

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

What was that young lady 's mother thinking ? 18 and wearing such a scandalous outfit ? Some mothers had no shame.

Dazzling ...

The Logos echoed through my mind. My daughter had to daze. effulgence. She had to stand out from the early girls. How to do that ? There had to be a way. Something ... exciting. I studied my daughter as the manicurist, a chatty Thai fair sex, worked on Precious 's nails. I pondered musical theme. My daughter was perfect. Her titmouse, a birthday present when she turned eighteen, were just ripe and plump. Her hair was unflawed, her eyes such an enticing tint of green.

There was just something missing about her ...

A naughty quiver raced through me. A frisson that started in my slit and rippled through my body. My approximation was pure. Something that would arrive at her stand out against all the other contestants. I shuddered, wiggling in my seat.

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

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

"I thought I was having singing example next."

"You sing exquisitely. This will make you sparkle."

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

I shuddered. It was such a sinful idea I had.

While the Thai woman finished up my daughter 's nails—making them long and beautiful, each one painted a vivacious shade of red to complement the frock I purchased for her last week—I pulled out my telephone set. I googled my thought. I 'd never been to one of these places, so I was surprised by how many there were. There was one just up the street.

I shuddered, it was so end. I knew just what to do. This wicked chill raced through my pussy. I would name sure my girl dazzled.

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

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

My daughter gave me a unearthly look. She only grew more bemused when I pulled up before our finish five minutes later.

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

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

Her jaw dropped."What ?"

"You heard me,"I said, climbing out of the car."Now let 's go, young woman. The judges are going to see you dazzle !"

She climbed out of the car and stared at me in shock."Do you require me to show up my bare knocker to them ?"

"dear, do you require to win ?"

"I 'm not going to winkle my tits at a crew of old pervs,"she muttered."Do you like at all that they 're staring at me ? There clustering of degenerates lusting over my barely legal flesh ?"

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

She sighed as she followed after me into the tattoo living-room. A footling bell rang. I looked around, grimacing at all the pictures on the rampart. It was covered in all the terrible things people would draw on their bodies. Skulls, heart, thorns, holy man, fiend, flaming, unicorns, rainbows, Trifolium repens, and so much more. Some were cutesy, some look problematic, and some just made me engrave my point in confusion.

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

I shook my headland."My daughter penury to get her nipples pierced."

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

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

His eyes flicked up and down my consistence."Anything covers a lot."

"Oh, trust me, I can hatch it,"I purred."You should see the credit limit I have on the plug-in my husband gave me."

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

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

My left hand reached out, my wedding ring sparkled as I pressed against the tattoo artist 's crotch. He was a roughly man. Strong. I felt his turncock hardening through his blue jean as my regard flicked up and down his body. He had sleeve tattoos racing up his sinewy munition, flame and coil and chains all intertwined. He had a thick, handlebar mustache giving him the dangerous look of a biker. I felt his hawkshaw harden beneath my touch.

He was fully grown than my husband.

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

"Why, paying for your piercings,"I said."Do n't occupy, I 'll guide care of everything, honey."

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

"Fuck,"he said."Sure, it wo n't take on long to pierce her."

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

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

The need itched in my encephalon. I could n't stop.

I wrenched his smash receptive and then tore at his fly. His fastener popped. His zipper rasped. I yanked down his gasp and boxers, his cock popping out. I was right there in the lobby of a tattoo living room about to give suck a stranger 's dick.

I did n't take in my husband 's dick unless it was his birthday, or I wanted another diamond tennis bracelet. But now ...

I salivated.

I grasped his thickheaded cock in my hand, fisting up and down the shaft. He was so much larger than my husband. I opened wide-eyed and sucked the tip of his dick into my mouth. My sassing sealed tight. My impertinence hollowed. He groaned, his eyes fluttering for a moment. He snorted, ruffling the black whisker of his mustache.

"Goddamn, ai n't she just a rich slattern,"he growled."You see your mama, girl ?"

"Yes,"my girl groaned, her facial expression red. She squirmed beside me, her nipples poking at the nominal head of her negligee-like top."I ca n't believe she 's doing this."

"Relax, char her age get horny. Your dad just got a limp dick, so she needs a real man. Do n't worry, I 'll take caution of you when we 're done."

"Not like that,"cute muttered.

I bobbed my head, working my backtalk up and down his thick shaft. Precum spilled over my tongue. I groaned, my purulent getting so hot and molten between my second joint. I squeezed them together, my clitoris throb and aching. A line of drool ran down my mentum and my sucking made such sloppy audio. So wet and nasty. I shuddered. I did feel like a rich slut.

A robust, married slut.

My tongue swirled around the treetop of his cock, tasting his salty precum. A whine rippled out of my throat. A hot frisson raced through me. He tasted so right. I could n't wait to feel him spurting into my mouth. To enjoy his cum shooting over and over into my sass. I bet it would be unbelievable. I bet he would realise me swallow every 1 drib of his jizz like a complete cocotte. I always spit out my husband 's heart when I would botch up him.

Today, I hungered for this man 's spunk.

"God fucking shit,"he groaned."Your mammy 's hot for it. She is sucking like an oil rig. She 's hungry for my spunk."

I moaned in understanding around his cock.

"I do n't experience what the fuck is up with you right now, Mom,"Precious said. She swayed back and forth on her list metrical unit. She seemed on the threshold of fleeing, but could n't quite seem to look away. Her wide, green centre were locked on my lips sliding up and down the tattoo creative person 's thick peter. I shuddered, my pussycat growing hotter and hotter.

My hand drifted down the front of my body. I reached lower and lower, crossing my stomach. I pressed the material tight into my fork. Into my pussy. I shuddered as I stroked myself through my wench and panty. My clit throbbed, tingles racing through my organic structure. I felt so naughty correct now.

I was a phase female parent doing everything possible to make sure her daughter dazzled.

joy rippled through me as I sucked on the tattoo artist 's tool. I did n't even make love his name. I rubbed my pussycat through my skirt and panties, yummy quiver rippling through me. My daughter watched, seeing how dedicated I was to her success.

My tongue swirled around the tip of his cock. I gathered up more and more of his precum. My pussy clenched as I ached for his cum to flood my mouth. I just had to delight him. My daughter crossed her blazonry, watching with flushed impudence and across-the-board, green eyes.

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

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

I would do anything for her.

My clit throbbed and ached. I had to touch my bud directly. I shoved my hand beneath my bird, sliding up my thighs fast. I reached the satin fabric of my panties. They were soaked with my juice. I shoved them to the slope. My fingertips slid through my silky pubic hair. I gasped as I found my hot folds. I rubbed my pollex against my throb bud and push up two fingerbreadth into my pussy.

My astuteness clung pissed about them. I groaned, my center fluttering as I plunged my finger's breadth in and out of my twat. Pleasure rippled through me. I masturbated with a frantic pauperism while moaning around the tattoo creative person 's dick.

"screwing,"he growled."Work that mouth, bitch."

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

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

I thrust my fingers in and out of my twat faster and faster. I rubbed my thumb in wild circles around my clitoris. pleasance rippled through me. My cunt squeezed down on my dactyl. My body shuddered. I groaned around his thick prick. It filled my backtalk. It was such a wild thing to enjoy.

He growled. His cock throbbed in my oral fissure. I sucked on him, his precum spilling over my tongue. That flavor grew saltier and piquant. He growled, his face twisting with pleasure.

"ass, yes !"he growled. His cock erupted in my rima oris."Swallow every drop, you married strumpet !"

I gulped down the tattoo creative person 's jizz. I trembled, my fingers plunging faster and faster in and out of my twat. My silky flesh squeezed down on my digits, increasing the friction. I gulped down his salty seed. It poured down my pharynx. I whimpered, feeling it warm my belly. The foul thrill drifted miserable and lower. It reached my twat.

I groaned, dizzying waves of delight shooting through me. I churned up my twat. I plunged my digit hard and fast. It was incredible. My eyes fluttered. I sucked and sucked, drinking down load after shipment of his salty jizz.

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

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

I came.

My orgasm surged through me. My wages. I squealed around his dick as my human body spasmed around my finger's breadth. Juices bathed my figure. My hand. My clit throbbed beneath my massaging ovolo. Sparks flared, adding to the warmth rushing through my body.

My thinking blaze.

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

"semen along, young lady,"the tattoo creative person said, taking my daughter by the arm as I came like a cocotte in the middle of his parlor.

juice soaked my fingers. My pleasure burned through my mind. I hovered at that pinnacle. I quivered there, my tie twat spasming a final sentence around my fingers. I panted. Groaned. That hot tingle rippled across me. It reminded me that I was doing the right thing. I smiled, gasping for breath.

I pulled my fingers from my twat and rose. I sucked them clean, tasting the pleasant-tasting flavor of my odorous pussycat. I stumbled through the pall of beads and found my girl sitting in a dramatize chairman. She had her blouse and bra already off, her gravid breasts on display. They were so ripe and plump and firm.

"darn,"the tattoo artist growled."How old are you ?"

"XIX,"my daughter said.

He glanced at me."19 and with implants ?"

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

He shrugged.

My daughter gasped both times. The goad gun pierced through her pink nubs one after the other. Then they were being threaded with silver gang. Each had lilliputian metal balls that screwed the ends together. They look cunning on her. Impressive. How many other girls competing would accept them ?

Just my sparkling Precious.

The tattoo artist flicked one, my girl shuddered.

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

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

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

My pussy tightened.

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

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

"Normally,"he said."It usually takes a few weeks for them to heal but ..."This eldritch spirit crossed his face. I felt this chill zapping from my digit gripping my daughter 's titmouse while she whimpered. Her eyes fluttered.

What was I asking about ?

I stared down at my girl 's nipples, her full phase of the moon breasts clutched my deal. I squeezed them as she squirmed on the tattoo chairwoman. I leaned down, this naughty thrill racing around my skin. Electric. My tongue flicked out, batting one of her nipple piercings. If flicked up and over her nipple, twisting through her nub. Her look writhed with delight. She whimpered, squirming.

The tattoo creative person chuckled as he flipped up my annulus. Then I gasped as he ripped my panties away. The textile tore with informality, but I did n't care. I spread my peg as I licked my daughter 's piercing again. I played with that doughnut, loving how it would bedazzle upon her.

"Mom,"she whimpered.

The tattoo artist 's cock drove into my cunt in a single, punishing plunge. My married pussy squeezed down on his girth. I shuddered at his side and whimpered as his balls smacked into my button. I latched onto my daughter 's nub, sucking hard as he drove his dick in and out of my kitty-cat.

delight rushed through me, my hips undulating from face to side. I stirred his tool around inside of my goofball, my cheating cunt rejoicing at the duncish feel of his dick in me. It was incredible. I whimpered about my daughter 's nipple. I sucked on it so hard.

"Oh, my God, Mom !"Precious moaned, her face twirl in pleasure."Yes, yes, that 's undecomposed. Maybe ... Maybe these are nice !"

"That 's it,"the tattoo artist groaned."Make sure your daughter 's pierced pap are gross,"he growled."Damn, how low is your husband 's dick ? You are tight."

I shuddered, my mouthpiece fully of my naughty daughter 's teat so I could n't answer him. The tattoo artist 's pecker was vast. He stretched me open as he drove into me over and over. It was unbelievable. My eyes fluttered. I moaned around my girl 's nub as he drove into me again and again. The satiny friction built and built me towards another orgasm.

I popped my mouth off her right teat and leaned over to lick the left hand. I flicked her piercing back and Forth River, making her gasp and squirm. Her house, large chest jiggled in my hands. I squeezed them. Kneaded them. I groaned as that huge dick plunged into my cunt over and over again.

I engulfed her left nipple.

"Mom !"she gasped."Oh, my God, my mammilla are so sensible now. holy place shit !"

I sucked and nibbled on my girl 's pierced nipple. I kept playing with it. It was so exciting that she was going to dazzle. That she would shine with all her youthful passionateness. I trembled in pleasure. The big tool plunged over and over into my cunt, the tattoo creative person 's crotch smacking my tail. I moaned around my daughter 's nub.

I clenched down on that dick. My orgasm built so fast. I savored my reward for being such a near stage mother. My middle squeezed shut as I let out a throaty groan. My girl shuddered on the chairperson, the leather creaking beneath her nubile body.

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

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

My hands shot down from groping my daughter 's large, bastard tit. I slid across her abdomen and shoved into her capris then into her tingling panties. She gasped as I cupped her shaved pussy—my young woman did n't have any filthy pubic tomentum down there—finding her nineteen-year-old cunt wet and hot. She trembled as I stroked her. I rubbed up and down her juicy pulp as that big cock was rubbing my twat.

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

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

My climax came closer and closer. I shuddered, on the sceptre of that wanton eruption. I thrust two finger's breadth into my girl 's twat. I shuddered as I sank my dactyl into her puss. She always lied when she claimed she was a virgin during competition. I let her suffer a footling fun. So long as she won, she could do whatever she wanted. She had to be the outdo. My daughter did n't lose.

She would win me so many glories.

My finger's breadth churned up her zany. I thrust them in and out of her fasting and hard. She gasped, her stiff cunt squeezing around my fingerbreadth. My tongue played with her nipple piercing between my arduous sucks. I groaned, my pussy clamping down on that huge dick.

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

"That 's it,"growled the tattoo artist as he drilled his dick in and out of my snatch."seduce the lilliputian slut-daughter of yours explode. Such a wicked mommy."

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

The slut took it with comfort. My three digit plunged in and out of her. I pumped them faster in and out of her. I ground the heel of my manus against her clit. Her piffling bud throbbed while my mind drank in the impact of the tattoo artist 's heavy balls. This was so wild. So perfect.

"Yes !"my daughter moaned."My teat are so spiritualist I ... I ... I 'm cumming !"

Her twat convulsed around my three digit. Her hot juice gushed out, bathing my hand. I trembled, the tingles from her panties rippled up my arm as her flesh convulsed around my digits. I whimpered, sucking hard on her nipple as she thrashed.

"Fuck,"the tattoo artist groaned.

He buried to the hilt in my married twat. Spurt after squirt of hot cum flooded into me. I whimpered, betraying my husband for the good of our girl. I had to do it. I had to wander on him, cuckold him, so our girl could win tomorrow. I sucked so hard on her nipple as my own coming exploded through me.

My persuasion melted into the waves of blissfulness washing out of my cunt. My cuckoo spasmed around the tattoo artist 's big dick. I melted. His cum flooded me while he grunted and groaned. His hands caressed my trunk through my dress. He squeezed my tit, gripping them firmly as he spilled all his source in me.

"Mom,"panted my girl."Oh, my nipple piercings are amazing."

My sexual climax peaking, I popped my lip off her teat and moaned,"See, your mother knows what 's best. She knows what will take a crap you shine. You 're going to win."

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

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

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

Her oculus were all-inclusive."What ?"

After we freshened up from our fun, the tattoo artist smacked us both on the rear as we hurried out twenty minutes later. It was a shame my daughter was wearing those unworthy capris, but there was not practically to do about it now. We had to act fast. What if another stage mother thought of this ? I bet that slut, sapphire, would do this. Her mother was just such a tramp.

Unlike my daughter and me.

Precious bounced in her hindquarters the entire drive. She gasped when she saw where we were pulling up to. The M Sheraton rose up above us, the hotel possessing a turgid conference hall. There was a sign out front declaring :"Proudly hosting young woman Dazzling Belle 2019."

The moment I handed over the keys to the valet, I sent a schoolbook to the head teacher judge, Mr. stonemason."I 'd care to talk to you about making sure my girl win. We 're both downstairs. You can do whatever you want to us. My daughter is such a whore."

"Room 1213,"popped up a import later.

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

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

I nodded to her as we rode the elevator up to the twelfth floor. My pussy was so racy. The cum leaked out of me, dribbling down my thigh. I did n't have any panties on, the fighting of cloth left behind at the tattoo creative person. I still did n't know his epithet. I did n't care. All that mattered was my daughter dazzling tomorrow.

My orgasm was just a bonus.

We reached the hotel way, knocking hard. A bit later, it opened. Mr. Mason stood there, a marvellous man with graying pilus. His middle flicked up and down, smiling at the sight of my daughter. Her perforated nipples poked hard against her tight top. She had n't put on her bra. That was my decision.

"fountainhead, well, well,"he said."Mrs. Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan and her precious daughter."He grinned at his little jocularity."Come in, come in. Were are all very intrigued by your text."

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

"Fuck, me,"Mr. President John F. Kennedy growled. He was a black man with a shaved head, his skin a fertile hue of jet black. He was muscular and fit, younger than the rest.

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

"display them, Precious,"I moaned.

I was so felicitous with my daughter as she did n't hesitate to pull off her negligee-like blouse. Her magnanimous, fake mammilla spilled out, both plump and beautiful and topped by those silver piercings. The adornments looked so delectable as they contrasted with her pink mamilla. She hefted her titmouse, shaking them, the rings twisting and shifting. They flashed in the hotel light.

The four judges all groaned in delight. They licked their lip, salivating over her hardly effectual flesh. My puss grew wet as I saw my daughter dazzle. She had that beautiful smile on her plump backtalk, her common center sparkling.

"fountainhead, that is delicious,"Mr. Mason said. The older man licked his lips, salivating like a hungry wolf.

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

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

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

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

"Indeed,"Mr. A. E. W. Mason said, stepping up. The heading judge boldly cupped my daughter 's titty. I smiled as his lecherous fingers dug into her vernal shape. My daughter quivered, trembling. She did n't waffle to lift her head as he leaned down. He claimed her lips, kissing her with hunger.

I beamed with maternally pride.

Mr. Reeve came up behind my daughter, staring down at her bum. At the visible step-in personal line of credit through her capris. One hand rubbed at his growing erection while his former hired man groped my girl 's ass. He squeezed her nineteen-year-old tush and grinned at me.

"Firm,"he said."Damn, Mrs Jordan, your daughter is a hot while of ass."

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

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

"I know,"I said.

My daughter groaned, her knife dueling with the head judge 's. While Mr. Mason kissed my daughter, Mr. Reeve slid both his work force around Precious 's waist. He unfastened her capris and yanked down those whiten pants. Her bootleg pantie came into sight, the news Dazzling appearing in gold, effervescent alphabetic character. He ripped those down in a flash, exposing the peachy rear of my daughter. My slit clenched as he squeezed my girl 's firm tush.

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

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

He laughed.

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

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

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

"I got to eat that ass out,"Mr. Reeve groaned. He fell down to his knee, his hired hand parting my girl 's perky butt-cheeks. I groaned as he buried his face into her sally. My girl whimpered into the kiss with Mr. Mason, her young consistence trembling. My own asshole tingled. What would it be like to have my backdoor rimmed ? It was a obscene delight I 'd never even considered.

Mr. Reeve clearly loved it.

"shit,"Mr. Greyson said, his belt buckle rustling. I shuddered as he opened up his wood coal falloff and shoved them down. His packer followed a moment later, his large cock popping out. He stroked it as he watched my defenseless daughter trembling beneath the two older men 's lecherous touches.

It made me wet.

"How hot is your pussy, Mrs. Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan ?"asked Mr. Kennedy. His hand touched the hem of my sundress."Are you getting a hot slit watching your daughter whore herself out ?"

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

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

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

He ripped my apparel up my eubstance and over my headspring. I gasped as it flung off me, my large boob coming into sentiment. I, too, had n't donned my bra. My tits were n't as perky as my daughter 's, but they were all natural. His jet black hands seized them. I groaned as he kneaded them.

He darted down and latched onto one of my mammilla. I shuddered as he suckled. Heat surged through my married organic structure. The total darkness man worshiped my teat while I watched my daughter squirming nearby. Mr. Reeve feasted on her whoreson while Mr. Mason now had his look buried between her big, bull tits.

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

"Yes, you are,"I groaned, my nipples throbbing in Mr. Kennedy Interrnational 's thirsty mouth.

His hands stroked down my face, his touch electrifying. I groaned as his ovolo hooked into my pantie. He shoved them off my hips, the material rolling down my thigh. I shuddered, my married snatch on firing. This was all so sex. Such a arch rush.

My hubby could never witness out even though I was doing this for our daughter. I had to wander on him so she could win. I had to fulfil these jurist. My daughter needed to shine.

I gasped as Mr. Kennedy fell to his knees. His strong helping hand, larger than my married man 's, gripped my butt-cheeks. He pulled me forward, his dark rim nuzzling into my brassy bush. I gasped as his knife flicked out. He lapped through my faithful. I groaned, my back arching. My enceinte tits jiggled. His tongue was incredible.

It darted through my flexure. He brushed my clit. My moan amalgamate with my daughter 's. I glanced at Precious, smiling at the huge grin on her boldness. Mr. Mason was sucking on one of her nipples while his fingers played with the former, twisting her piercing. She shuddered, her butt-cheeks clenching about Mr. Reeve 's typeface. We were both experiencing such pleasure.

We were both dazzling.

Mr. James Neville Mason dropped to his knee before my daughter, groaning,"I 've wanted to get my hands on one of these pageant slovenly woman for so long."

"Enjoy,"I moaned, Mr. Kennedy 's naughty tongue swirling through my folds.

Precious gasped, her bastard tits jiggling as Mr. Mason pressed his cheek into her shaved twat. He licked and lapped at her cunt. It was clear-cut she was receiving the Same bliss that the Negro man was giving me. I reached out, taking my daughter 's paw. She clutched tight to me, her head turning. Her greens eyes were glassy with pleasure.

"God fucking damn,"Mr. Greyson groaned, stroking his midst, long hawkshaw."jack, she 's just a fucking piffling hottie."

"She is,"I moaned.

Precious shuddered, her hip joint undulating. She was getting eaten from both conclusion. Her bridge player tightened on mine as her groan grew louder and louder. I whimpered, Mr. Kennedy 's bold glossa diving into the deepness of my married cunt. The Black man swirled his lingua around inside of me. I shuddered, my hips undulating from side to side.

I smeared my puss across his hungry mouth. The delight grew and grew. This was so hot. I clung to my daughter 's hand as he feasted on me. My prominent titty swayed while my daughter 's fake tits jiggled. Her mammilla hoop flashed. Her back arching as her moans grew louder and louder.

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

"Of track you are, you 're a unclean slut,"growled Mr. Greyson. He fisted his peter. He stared at my daughter with such wolfish thirst in his heart. He craved her barely legal flesh.

They were all such pervs. They wanted my daughter.

I would give her to them.

She would win. Everyone would know that my daughter was the advantageously. The most beautiful. nearly dazzling. I shuddered, my clit pounding as Mr. Kennedy 's bold tongue flicked over it. My own climax built and built with his every stroke.

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

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

"Anything so my daughter wins !"I moaned.

He chuckled."You can tell apart yourself any lie you want about why you want to cod my big dick."

I shuddered. I was just doing this for my daughter. I was a salutary wife. A good mother.

He sucked hard on my clit while his fingers dug into my butt-cheeks. He squeezed them, pulling me pie-eyed against his hungry rima oris. I gripped my girl 's hand, electricity tingling between us. I whimpered as my joy built and built. The dizzying pleasure swept through me. I came closer and closer to my screaming orgasm. My moans ruffle with my girl 's passion.

"Mr. Mason !"she gasped."Oh, shtup, Mr. Reeve !"

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

My daughter shuddered. Her hand almost crushed mind as her breast heaved. It was bring in she was coming. She was shining with her passion. Mr. Greyson groaned as he stroked his peter. I shuddered, my clit throbbing in Mr. President Kennedy 's thirsty lip. I whimpered, seeing my girl 's rapture.

I joined her.

"Precious !"I howled as I came.

My pussy succus gushed out of me. I flooded Mr. Kennedy with my cream. He growled, his natural language lacing and lapping through my folds. He caressed my twat brim. He teased them. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering. My entire body heaved. His stiff hands gripped me as the pleasure washed through my body.

Wave after wafture of ecstasy flooded through my opinion. Little star danced before my eyes. My boob bounced before me as I gasped out in rapture. It was unbelievable. I was getting so often delight today. So many wages for being a good stage mother. I squeezed my daughter 's hand back, glancing at her.

We shared a look.

Precious leaned her head towards mine. Our back talk met in a kiss as we both came on the judges'backtalk. Our knife dueled as we shared our incestuous bliss. Her bosom pressed into mine. I shuddered, loving every moment of this.

"Holy fucking shit,"groaned Mr. Greyson.

"I got to fuck your cunt,"snarled Mr. stonemason."I need your slit on my dick rightfield now, you little fornicatress !"

Precious broke the kiss and moaned,"Yes ! I 'll make your pecker spirit amazing, Mr. Mason !"

"good girl,"I moaned.

Mr. George Mason pulled my girl towards the bed, leaving Mr. Reeve kneeling and licking his lips, clearly savoring the appreciation of my daughter 's ass. I shuddered, watching as Mr. Mason stretched out on his back. My girl undid his pants and fished out his rooster. I shuddered, Mr. Kennedy still lapping at my cunt while I came down from my orgasmic highschool. My daughter mounted the question justice, grabbed his cock, and guided it to her pussy.

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

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

Mr. Kennedy pulled his facial expression from my puss. He stood up, my cacoethes soaking his lips. He grinned at me, saying,"Are n't you just a loving mother ? You 're getting off on your daughter being violated by those ruttish deviate, are n't you ?"

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

He grinned, his right field hand taking my left wing. He brushed my wedding annulus."set up to burst forth on my prick ?"

I nodded my head.

He pushed me down on the bed beside my girl riding Mr. Mason dick. Her breasts heaved, her nipple rings flashing. Mr. Reeve came up behind her. My daughter 's eyes widened. She let out a throaty groan as he rammed his dick into her asshole. She was pleasing two of the judges now.

I was so lofty of her.

Mr. Kennedy pressed my thighs apart. I groaned as he settled between them. His cock was out now, thick and dark, a mighty ray of light that would ram into my married cunt. I shuddered, this greedy delight surging through me. My hands shot down to grab his dick. My pale finger's breadth wrapped around his sable calamus. I pulled him to my pussy, eager to feel his girth penetrating me.

"Yes, Mom, please him !"my daughter moaned as she rode Mr. Mason 's dick and took Mr. Reeve 's pecker in her arsehole."Make sure I win."

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

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

Before I could say anything, before I could correct him, he thrust that amazing cock into my cunt. His thick shaft stretched me to my limits. My toes curled. My back arched as I let out a throaty moan. I shuddered, a Wave of wickedness washables over my sight. He was so immense. He filled me up to the hilt. His balls smacked into my taint as I groaned, my thigh locking around his waist.

"Goddamn, I need you to suck my dick right now,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He brandished his tool before my daughter 's lips as the former two justice fucked her holes.

"Yes, Mr. Greyson !"Precious moaned.

My pussy clenched down on Mr. President Kennedy 's Brobdingnagian prick as I watched my daughter accept the third judge 's dick. She had all three of her holes plugged. She was pleasing them. pridefulness swelled through me.

"That 's it,"I moaned, bucking up into Mr. Kennedy 's powerful thrust. His cock drilled into my married pussy."Please them !"

"God fucking damn, she is loving them,"growled Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy as he thrust his prick over and over into my pussy.

My daughter 's muffled moans mixed with the grunts and groans of the four judges. The hotel bed creaked as I squirmed on it beside my daughter. The three judges used her nineteen-year-old body with greedy hungriness. Mr. Reeve gripped her forge tits, squeezing them as he reamed her whoreson. At the Lapplander time, Mr. Mason tugged on her teat rings, twisting her fat, pink nubs and making her squeal. Mr. Greyson fucked her back talk with hard thrusts, drool running down her chin.

It was so hot to watch.

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

"Goddamn, I love wed, White cunt !"He snarled."Your husband does n't have a go at it you like this, does he ?"

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

"Yes, you love it,"he growled.

"Uh-huh !"I panted, my heart locked on my nineteen-year-old girl as the old deviate fucked her hard. They used her dead body for their repulsive pleasure.

I gasped as Mr. Kennedy seized my right boob in his tight grasp. His boneheaded digit sank into my flesh. He squeezed me as he drilled his putz into my pussy. The satiny rubbing sent waving of heat that rippled through my nethers. They all seemed to focus in my nucleus. A massive orgasm built and built inside of me. I groaned, trembling, eager for that explosive eruption.

My thighs clung to Mr. Kennedy Interrnational 's rosehip. My manpower reached up, fingers clawing at his hefty chest. I felt his defined sight. There was nothing sagging or subdued about him. I groaned as I stroked his rock'n'roll tough physique. I reveled in his lastingness as his dick reamed me.

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

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

"Just like you,"he whispered."A Edward Douglas White Jr., married tart. You 're going to explode on my dick."

"Yes !"I moaned.

"osculation me. thrust that tongue in my mouth. I want to feel your passion !"

I turned my head, wrenching my gaze from my daughter, and kissed Mr. Kennedy Interrnational with hunger. I clutched to him, pulling him down to me. His chest crushed my breasts as my tongue dueled with his. I thrust as mystifying into his mouth as I could. I whimpered, his consistence atop me. I savored it. His manlike mien drove me wild.

His putz drove to the hilt in my cunt. His balls smack heavily into my taint. I quivered, shuddering as I screamed towards my reward. I was such a good wife and mother. My husband had to understand that I was doing everything for our girl. If I did n't do this, Precious would n't win tomorrow. I whimpered as I kissed Mr. Kennedy 's manlike lips.

I exploded on his dick.

Rapture surged through me. My twat convulsed and writhed about his big cock. My snatch spasmed as the waves of hug drug surged through me. My entire body bucked and tingled. My finger clawed his book binding. It was rapturous. I 'd never experienced anything like this in my life.

Stars exploded across my vision. I howled into our kiss. I whimpered and groaned, my pussy convulsing around his calamus. He slammed it in and out of me. Hard. Fast. His crotch crushed my clit over and over. sparkle of rapture exploded through me. I whimpered, my mind drowning in ecstasy.

"That 's fucking it !"he snarled."That 's how you cum on my cock ! Not like your hubby 's wimpy, small pecker !"

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

The orgasm rippled through me. I distantly heard my daughter moaning. She was coming on the three evaluator'putz. She was pleasing them while I took care of Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's big dick. My twat writhed around his prick. My spasming flesh welcomed his every jabbing. I gasped and moaned, my breasts rubbing against his chest. My nipple throbbed. Ached.

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

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

"For your daughter ?"he growled.

"Yes !"I gasped.

"liar !"

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

"shucks, I love fucking a married woman bareback !"

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

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

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

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

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

My girl planted her cunt rightfield on my rima oris. Mr. Mason 's cum poured into my oral fissure out of her cunt. It flooded salty mixed with her sweet passion. I groaned and did n't hesitate to lick it up. She whimpered as her head buried between my thighs. I shuddered as I felt my sweet daughter 's tongue overlapping across my folds.

She licked the Black man 's cum out of my depths. She feasted on me with hunger. I gripped her ass, lenient and peachy. I squeezed and kneaded her as my spit darted through her folds. I scooped out the head jurist 's cum as she feasted on Mr. Jack Kennedy 's punk brimming in my twat. Her magnanimous breasts pillowed against my belly, nipples and piercings rubbing hard on my belly. My pap throbbed against her material body.

We moaned. We groaned. We feasted on each other. We were lost to gay woman pleasure. I could see the Judges watching us. They had their phones out, recording our demoralize action. I shuddered, just knowing that we were going to win. That no other mother would do something this wild to check that her girl dazzled.

Our tongues plundered each other. We lapped that yummy cum out of each other. I feasted on that salty jizz flooding out of my daughter 's twat. I groaned, the judges stroking their tool as they watched us worm in Lesbian incest. My finger's breadth dug into my daughter 's abut cheeks as I devoured my first slit. Her sweet juices stained my lips. I loved them. Feasted on them.

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

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

My daughter latched onto my button. I nibbled on hers. I gripped her rump, sucking with all my might. I whimpered and groaned, my delight growing and growing while the men recorded us. They were immortalizing this moment as they stroked their cock with their other bridge player. They were showing off my girl to her expert. She proved she would do anything to win.

My climax swelled.

Cum bubbled out of her son of a bitch. It ran down her taint to the plane folds of her pussy. I lapped it up, a sour tang mixing with the salty jizz and the angelic pick. I shuddered, feasting on her with delight. Her tongue danced around my button. Our nipples rubbed together, her piercings pressing on my belly. It was incredible.

She would win so many pageants.

My girl would be a stunner pageant caption. She would originate all the way to the top : young lady Universe.

I exploded in orgasmic rapture.

My daughter lapped up the succus flooding out of my cunt. She squealed, a moment later her emollient gushed out of her pussy. Her luxuriate passionateness splashed onto my sass. The observance judge groaned, witnessing us writhing in climactic rage. Such wave of bliss flowed through my torso. They bathed my mind.

As I hit that apex of rapture, I knew she would need to dazzle even brighter for the next contest. She would need to have got that pretty, petty clitoris pierced. The judges at misfire Princess Delight needed to see her shining. They would bask fucking her then.

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

I 'd never been happier.

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The figure chuckled as it watched the local broadcast of Ms. Dazzling Bell beauty pageantry. It was displayed in a fall of water at one end of its workshop, mist billowing from the pool."And the success is ... valued Jordan River !"

The nineteen-year-old redhead gasped in"shock."If the trope had n't set the stagecoach for her victory, the figure would birth believed it was a literal surprise. The figure loved what the Dazzling scanty had wrought. female parent and daughter had gotten in on the fun.

The figure glanced at its next yoke of pantie. The potential of this pair sent a wild thrill through the figure. These step-in were cut contract. Almost a thong. There was just enough fabric in the vertebral column for two parole to be printed : Wild squawk. The red letter contrasted against the light-blue of the panties.

The fig smiled. It knew the perfect space to put down these off. Aching for another Benjamin Rush, it snagged up its mind-controlling panties and left.

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