Mind-Control Panties

report Five : Bad girl 's Sexy penalisation

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

bill : Thanks to Alex for genus Beta Reading this !

The figure was n't at its common position to drop off a pair of its peculiar creations.

The nondescript frame slipped in through the crowd at the First Baptists church building 's apparel drive. The frame wove through the conservatively dressed crowd of masses dropping off clothes in box, tripe grip, and sometimes easy slews. The articles were dumped onto tables to be sorted to be distributed to those with less and in need. The design was inspired to leave this pair of panties here. It was the perfect shoes for them.

They were muted compared to the lowest few it had made. A hearty black gloss, waistband trimmed in lace, and with one singular lineament : they were crotchless. Lace also surrounded the slit in the pantie'gusset, allowing naughty access to the kitty-cat of the lucky girl who donned them.

celibacy Reynolds was a honest daughter. The perfect one for the panties emblazoned with the all-capitalized letters, each one white and sheer."Bad lady friend"they read.

With a flick of its carpus, the figure dropped the panties into a galvanic pile of clothing. Soon a girlfriend, 18, would arrive to classify them. By then, the anatomy would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

Chastity Reynolds, a confection, blonde girl with her hair falling in a long braid on her back, arrived to gather up the side by side lading of clothes to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by size of it and character. There were laundry basketful waiting behind her, fix to pick up the clothing as she processed them. She dumped her load on her sorting post, eager to help her Christian church provide for those with need in her residential district. It made her feel accomplish. It gave the lady friend such a thrill to be so helpful.

She froze when she came across the panties.

underclothes was not one of the thing that were asked for. Not used. If they came sealed in packs, that was OK. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an electric tingling raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lace. They were the naughtiest brace of panty she 'd ever seen in her life. The eighteen-year-old girl shuddered, surprised by the liquid passion bursting inside of her. The wanton ace was something alien to the undecomposed daughter. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lace on the gusset.

She gasped as she poked her fingerbreadth through the slit in the privates. They were torn, but deliberately. The innocuous girl did n't understand why someone would do that. What 's the stage of wearing step-in like these ? she wondered.

She turned them in her paw and gasped at the run-in printed in those bold face, all-capitalized letter of the alphabet."Bad female child,"she breathed, reading the phrase."What are these doing here ?"

Those two parole galvanized her mind. sexual morality was a estimable girlfriend. Yes, she 'd gotten in trouble, told a few tarradiddle, tried to get out of eating her cat valium or not doing her preparation, but she had never done anything truly bad.

She took her first step on that path as she balled up the pantie and shoved them into her skirt 's scoop. She gasped at what she 'd done. She was stealing from the church building 's vesture drive.

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

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Chastity Reynolds

I stared at the pantie, my finger's breadth stroking through the slit in the crotch. It was all I could think about since I stole them yesterday at the habiliment campaign. I could n't believe I 'd done that. But those two words, Bad Girl, just electrified me. They were so ride. So at odds with everything that I was. Christians did n't steal. A Christian should n't want to outwear something like this. And yet ...

I wanted to wear them.

I squirmed, the passion rushing through me. It was Sunday, and I was back from break of the day military service. I had changed out of my pink wearing apparel, standing only in my bra and panties now. I wanted to put on some casual wearing apparel, to do my homework, and unwind around the home before evening service. All I could think about during church religious service was the panties.

What would it be like to tire out a dyad that did n't have a genital organ ?

A shuddering, galvanic tingle raced on my fingers demanded that I don them.

buttock burning, I set the panties down on my bed and stood up. My small chest quivered in my T. H. White bra. They were little A loving cup, not really needing the living, but a good woman wore her brassiere. That 's what mama said.

I hooked the cincture of my panties and rolled them off my hip joint. I was shocked by the sweet musk that filled my nose. I groaned, realizing the scent was coming from the wet heat that had engulfed my pussy. I should n't retrieve of my vagina as a snatch, but I could n't help it. Bad missy had pussies.

Was I a bad girl now ?

I stepped out of my panties and set them with maintenance on my bed. I grabbed the smuggled panties, the lace trim of the sash caressing my fingerbreadth. I turned the pair in my adhesive friction until they were facing the right way. I stepped my redress leg through the appropriate hole. I groaned as I slid my left leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The electric tingle intensified.

Everywhere the material touched me came alive. A crackling sensation surged up my ramification and reached my pussy, increasing the molten heat. I let out a groan of wanton joy. I shuddered, my white meat jiggling in my brassiere. I pulled the scanty over my stern, the sash riding low on my rosehip. My Virgo sex clenched as a wicked sensation rippled out of me.

I glanced down and saw my blond pubic hair peeking through the panty'slit.

That was n't flop. What was the point of wearing pantie like these if my pubic hair peeked out ? I smiled, this composure settling upon me. A bad girlfriend did n't require pubic hair. A bad girl was shaved. And why was I wearing this pointless bra ? My little titties did n't need it. I reached behind me and undid it as I smiled.

I had some dressing to do.

Wearing only my bad girl step-in, I sauntered out of my bedroom. I yanked open up my doorway, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hallway, a sway to my nubile coxa I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my business firm breasts jiggling before me. My nipple were so operose. I tweaked them. Right there in the hallway, I let out a wanton groan of delight as the frisson raced down to my pussy.

No one caught me.

I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me.

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

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

I stared at myself in the mirror. My face was so plain and innocuous. And what was up with this braid ? It was long. Cute. That had to go. I wrenched open a draftsman and found a pair of scissors grip. I unwound my braid, my gilded locks spilling around me. And then I took the scissors to them.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

My haircloth fell to the flooring, lucky strands fluttering to their death. I cut my hairsbreadth at the shoulder joint, creating something that was so ride and dotty. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my promontory, watching my new lock dancing about my mischievous grimace. I loved it. I pursed my lips, smiling. Mom would detest it. She thought cleaning lady should sustain long hair.

Not me.

I did n't care slipping out of the step-in, but I had to shave. I thrust them down, gathered up the pink foam and my razor, then slid into the bathing tub. I threw my legs over the position of the tub, feeling my rigorous pussy lips parting. I could n't help but run a digit up and down my flock. I did n't have a hymen. I 'd broken that riding my bike yr ago.

spirit bad, I thrust my finger's breadth inside of my Virgo pussy. I gasped, having never done that before. It felt so wicked. I was hot and juicy and oh, so, silky. I shuddered, my toes curling.

I masturbated right then and there. The bathroom room access was n't even locked. Dad could walk in and charm me. He could see me being a bad, bad daughter. He could watch my fingers plunging in and out of my pussy. I stirred my slit up. He would stare at me with such a wanton lust and see that I was a wicked thing.

A slut.

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

I sucked the mellisonant cream off my fingers, loving the relish, and set to ferment. I coated my pubic hair in pink foam and started shaving. I was n't afraid. Bad girls did n't get afraid. We acted. We took what we wanted.

We shaved our cunt to be wicked, wanton sluts.

I groaned as the razor sight across my medium vulva. I tingled from my orgasm, getting rid of the pubic hair only made me feel more and more sensitive down there. When I turned on the faucet to wash away the foam, I almost came again. It was so acute. I held my snatch against the current of piss, feeling it pouring into my silky depths.

"pop, papa, yes !"I howled.

compassion he did n't show up.

Dry and out of the bath, I pulled on my preferred pair of pantie. Now they felt right to wear. I could sense the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the slit. I felt so puckish as I strolled out of the can topless and headed back to my bedroom, my hips swaying from slope to side. Why could n't daddy take caught me ? Or even Mommy ? Maybe she 'd give me eat her pussycat.

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

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

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

I got the hang of driving real quick. I was for certain papa would forgive me for that one little slit. I 'd suck his cock to gain it up to him. How could he be mad at me after that ?

I arrived at the mall, ready to change my life history. I needed makeup, something that was forbidden by my mother, a new closet, and anything else that caught my eye. I smiled at any boys I passed, pursing my lips and letting them see the interest in my optic. They grinned and nodded to each other as they noticed me.

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

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

I did n't waver to pillage off my old clothes. I left them in a pile on the trading floor. I did n't demand those boring affair any longer. I ripped the tags off my new blue jean skirt then pulled it up my peg. I shuddered as the blue jean rasped against my thighs. My kitty felt so excited, the air kissing my shaved lips. I slid the jean skirt up and up over my rump.

It rode low my pelvic arch, just covering the waistcloth of my panties. If was tight, almost digging into my flesh. I shuddered, loving how short it was. If I bent over, son would get a minuscule peep at my pantie. Would they notice there was no fork ?

I was so eager to receive out.

I paused to mistake my good hand underneath my skirt and skid my digits through the slit in my panties'gusset. I stroked my juicy cunt lips, sending a wicked tingle through me. My naked white meat jiggled. I pinched a nipple, oohing in delight. I shuddered and then pulled my finger's breadth out.

No time to masturbate ; I had more affair to steal.

A straightaway tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my fountainhead. I had to work it down, the framework molding around my torso. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding knocker, my small mamilla outlined by the thin material. It clung to my small tit, leaving nothing to the imaginativeness. My sleek, matted tum was exposed, my cunning bellybutton just begging for care. With my abruptly, idle hair, I looked so wicked.

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

Not giving any fucks, I opened the changing room door and sauntered out like I owned these dress. I threaded my way through the store, navigating the wearable racks. I did n't even glance at the clerk.

In bit, I was past the detector and out into the current of the mall 's foot traffic. I sauntered to my next name and address. My pussy clenched, a repelling thrill racing through me. I shoved my hand beneath my skirt right there as so strolled along, rubbing my pussy. I stroked myself through the slit.

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

A wicked thrill shot through me as I headed into Bath and looker Delights. It had a Brobdingnagian collection of makeup. I was most interested in some lipstick. I needed to do something about my pale, pink sassing. I needed a vibrant tad. I needed to announce to the world just who I was. My regard fell towards that foreclose segment. The place my mother never wanted me to go.

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

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

I shuddered, heading towards the makeup. hullabaloo flooded through me. I was just so aegir for this. I reached the presentation, staring at all the different 1. There were so many colors. So many dissimilar ways I could paint my sass. Some were pathetic. Why would I need to go with a slightly different shade of pink ? But there were other I ... Reds so bright they practically screamed whore. purple. They even had blacken.

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

I grabbed the sinister lipstick first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my skirt. The crotchless panties were utile. I had a blue place I could hide things. I groaned as the narrow tube of lipstick pressed against my virgin pussy lips. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and bass. I groaned, gamey rippling tingling down to my toes. My hips shook in my jeans skirt, the denim rustling about my thighs.

"Oh, yes, yes,"I moaned. It was so wicked. I could just masturbate redress here.

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

grin, I snagged up the passionateness yield Red, hating the gens of the color but it was so scarlet. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the fatal lipstick subway even deeper into my depths. My back arched. My mamilla quivered in my belly shirt. My mamilla throbbed so much. I stared up at the roof as the pleasure rippled through me. My kitty-cat was so sensitive. I could n't look to take my first of all cock inside of me.

Maybe I should let daddy have it off me for denting his car ? Ooh, I bet he had such a big cock. He would fill me up Sir Thomas More than these lipstick thermionic vacuum tube. I pulled my fingers away, loving how they were viscid with my juices. I brought them to my nose, inhaling my sweet musk.

"God, I smell delightful,"I moaned.

I popped my fingers in my sassing. I sucked on them. My tongue danced around them like they were many cocks, cleaning up my cream. Such a luscious thrill.

My cunt clenched around the two lipstick tubes. I bit my lip, wanting to steal a third, but I was getting apprehensive about getting that showtime one out. My fingers could only reach so far inside of me. Well, the two I had would be good enough for now. I could always shoplift again.

On the way out, I snatched some eye shadow, palming the slender case in my bridge player. I sauntered out, the subway system of lipstick shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how repelling they felt. My face burned as the transport rippled through me. I gave the clerk, sitting bored the heel counter and staring at her phone, a wave.

She gave a lukewarm waving back. She had no idea I had a twat full of her merchandise.

I burst into wanton giggles the consequence I was out of the fund. I strutted into the flow of the mall 's client, my kitty-cat getting teased by those lipstick thermionic tube shifting inside of me. I groaned, wondering if I could come just from walking around with stuff buried in my twat.

That was something I had to discover out next.

I ducked into the ladies elbow room and fished out both tubes of lipstick from my pussy. I had a little fuss getting out the black tube-shaped structure, my fingers slipping on the smooth dick. I shuddered and groaned, the lacing of the crotchless panties massaging my knuckles while I stimulated my hot human body. My clit ached and throbbed. With a firmly Northerner, I wrenched out the naughty lipstick.

Both thermionic tube were soaked in my juice. I decided to go with the red, dropping the black into my purse. Though I 'd never applied lip rouge before, I nailed it. I coated my lips perfectly. They were just so bright and orange red. It made me depend so wicked. I opened the eye shadow, seeing a palette with several nicety on it. I selected a dark bluish-gray hue and swept it across my upper eyelid. They made my green astuteness flavor so smoky.

I fluttered my lashes, loving the spirit. I was such a bad, bad daughter. A naughty shiver raced through me.

make-up was done, It was clip to get that sex toy. There was a lingerie shop that had a"personal massager"section. They sold them to let off"female stress."I loved it. They also had a discreet excerption of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly naughty ace you would find out at a sex shop, but I could definitely get myself my offset vibrator.

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

I reached the plaything, smiling. My oculus flicked up and down them. There were a couple of consistence and baton massagers, packaged to look like traditional therapy token instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few admirer whose mothers had those. On the bottom shelf were the true up sex toys. The vibrators that were shaped like duncish shafts. A fleshy dildo made me grinning.

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

I just shoved the toy up beneath my skirt.

"Oh, God, yes,"I groaned as the midst, pat shaft of the vibrator pushed into my Virgin puss.

My snatch lips spread around it, my bitch stretching and stretching for it. My toes wiggled in my shoes. Wicked milk sickness raced through me as I pressed the vibrator deeper and deeper into my cunt. It was like nothing I 'd ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so much thicker than my fingers. Than the lipstick metro. It kept going. It reached deeper and deep inside of me. I groaned, trembling on the verge of an orgasm. My eye fluttered, my breathing spell quickened.

"Oh, God, I 'm going to hold so a great deal fun with you,"I moaned.

I groaned as I pushed the endure inch into me. I savored it. I was so wonderfully replete. Was this what it would feel like to have a cock in me ? I could n't wait to receive out. I could n't wait to fuck my first guy. I did n't sleep together who it should be.

My father ?

He was someone a bad little girl would get it on. He was at home. I did ask to shit up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the duncical vibrator shifting around my pussy. I groaned, every step a wonderful delectation. I moved through the shop, bold, not giving any fucks.

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

"We need you to come with us, miss,"an authoritative vocalization said.

My head snapped to the right to see the strong and grandiloquent form of a police force police officer advancing on me. He had dark hair, a compact mustache on his amphetamine lip. His heart were hard as he stared at me. My pussy clenched about the vibrator as I gave him a beguiling smile.

"Oh,"I said, playing it poise."Is there something wrong, Officer ?"

"We just necessitate you to come with us, miss,"a second cop said. He was magniloquent and square-shouldered, a brown goatee framing his thick and powerful back talk. He had a evanesce buzzed into the side of his head, that high and soused flattop. A shudder rippled through me, my puss clenching down on the vibrator.

"Oh, I need to go. My papa 's waiting for me."I fluttered my centre as I gushed like a little missy."He 'll be so mad if I 'm lately. I ca n't help you. Sorry."

The cop with a mustache, his gens tag version Murphy, seized my right arm."Do n't resist, miss."

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

"Placing you under stop for suspicion of shrinkage,"he said.

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

"misfire, we 've seen the security footage of you walking out of Pink smartness in the skirt and top you stole off the stand. I bet that 's not the solitary thing we 're going to recover that you 've stolen."

"So do n't fend, miss,"said the ship's officer with a goatee. His epithet tag read Lassiter."It would be a pity to have to ... suffer such a pretty thing."

This wicked shiver ran through me as policeman Murphy pulled both my wrist behind my back. He held my custody together while he pulled out his manacle. I gasped as the first handcuff slapped on my right radiocarpal joint. I felt the stinging pain and then heard the ratcheting sound as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the other cuff on my leftfield wrist, binding my manus together.

I trembled, arrested like a true bad girl.

"Oh, god, you have no thought of the sinful things I 've done,"I purred in the sexiest voice I could. I could palpate the pussycat juice dripping out of me, A fall landed on the trading floor between my foot. My pick must be running down the vibrator.

"Why am I not surprised,"said policeman Lassiter."piddling adulteress like you, dressed like that, thinks she can do whatever she wants. Well, miss, just because you got a hot ass does n't have in mind you can transgress the law. There are consequences."

"penalisation,"growled ship's officer Murphy.

I almost fainted in rapture.

The vibrator shifted around inside of me as the two cops marched me through the plaza. Each one gripped my arm, their bridge player so warm. I trembled between them, but not in fear. My pussy only grew hotter and hotter. My clit ached, the lace of the crotchless panties brushing my little bud as I swayed my hips. My nipple rubbed into the thin fabric of my crop top, sending wonderful tingles down to my pussy.

They were both so strong. So unseasoned and powerful. I licked my lips, feeling the waxen core of the lipstick. My small breasts quivered, their middle falling on them as they jiggled in my too-tight top.

Our journey ended at a small auxiliary constabulary place for the mall. Just a piffling waiting room no prominent than a bus stop, a place for a brace of cops stationed at the mall to return to on their breaks. It probably had a holding cellphone in there. I shuddered as officeholder Murphy pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the grave door. It creaked open, my pussy gripping the vibrator as a wicked tingle raced through me.

"You got a name, fornicatress ?"asked police officer Lassiter as he led me through."A real one since slovenly woman is the arrant word for you, is n't it ?"

"Yes,"I moaned.

"We need your rattling name for the reputation,"Officer Murphy said, sighing.

"Then you 'll just have to make me speak,"I moaned as they opened a s threshold onto a pocket-size interrogation room. There was a metal board in there, a duo of chairs around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.

"punter pat her down,"said Officer Murphy."You want to contain high or low ?"

"senior high school,"said Officer Lassiter."slattern got herself a pair of nice titties. Pres Young and business firm. I bet you 're not a day over eighteen."

"Maybe,"I moaned as his workforce cupped my breasts through my top.

I shuddered at the speck of a man on my breasts. My nipples throbbed as he massaged his palms into them. pant and moans burst from my lips as I trembled there. My kitty-cat clenched so hard on the vibrator. I swayed, my eyes fluttering, little stars dancing across my vision as an electric surge shot through me.

ship's officer murphy knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the fastener of my dungaree skirt. With a hard yank, he ripped it down. He exposed my grim step-in with their two words written in those boldface, white alphabetic character. He chuckled, his manus stroking across the phrase.

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

"Yes,"I moaned as ship's officer Lassiter pinched my nipples through my top. He twisted them, rubbing the cloth into my nubs.

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

"screwing Hell. Eighteen and stealing sex toy dog, huh ?"Officer Lassiter grinned at me as he twisted my nipples."I bet your parents are sooooo proud."

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

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

"sanctum ass !"I gasped as the toy buzzed to life story.

I trembled as Officer Lassiter twisted and played with my mammilla, massaging them as this incredible bliss surged out of my twat. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like nothing I 'd ever imagine. My fingers twitched as my entire body trembled.

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

"That 's what you wanted to slip, huh ?"military officer Irish potato asked, his fingerbreadth sliding around the buzzing shaft shoved in my twat. His fingers stroked over my flower petal."Just wanted to get off, did n't you, Slut ?"

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

"wellspring, she 's definitely shamed,"said Officer Lassiter."Let 's get off all the stolen clothes."

I gasped as he did n't take off my harvest top—how could he with my hands cuffed—instead, he just ripped the front undefendable. The thin fabric tore while the muscles in his arms bulged. My pussy clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how unattackable he was. How powerful. I whimpered, realizing just how helpless I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whine of enchant burst from my lip as my cute tit jiggled before me. Then I groaned as Officer spud yanked down my bad girl panties, sliding them down my legs until I was stepping out of them. I stood there naked, the vibrator buzzing in my slit. More drops of puss juice dribbled from the blue toy, splattering the cement storey. My toes curled in my shoes as I whimpered and moaned, my head tossing back and Forth. My short, groundless hair swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're shamed of shrinkage, Slut,"growled officer Murphy. His hand planted into the middle of my back and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the table, my nipples kissing the cold, metallic surface. I gasped at his force as he pinned me there. Being helpless made me find incredible. My finger's breadth flexed, my wrist pulling at the alloy cuffs.

He twisted the cornerstone of the vibrator again.

"It can buzz high ?"I howled as it churned away inside of me. The humming intensified. shadow already fuzzed the bound of my vision. My sexual climax built and built inside my naughty cunny. My eighteen-year-old snatch squeezed down on the amazing toy massaging my interior. My snatch melted around it. I was—

SMACK !

Stinging botheration exploded across my ass. My cunt clenched down so hard on the buzzing rapture. The humming toy soothed away the stinging pain burn across my stern. I had n't been spanked since I was a little lady friend, I wished my dada did it more often.

This was so exciting.

crack !

Officer Lassiter spanked his encompassing handwriting on my left hand butt-cheek. That tremendous, stinging pain in the neck burned through me, only increasing the delight building my cunt. The vibrator carried me towards my orgasm so fast. I was out of control.

smacking !

"Such a naughty, fucking slut !"

chap !

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

tang !

CRACK !

SMACK !

cleft !

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

SMACK !

"Filthy trollop !"

CRACK !

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

"No !"I howled as my sexual climax exploded through me."Bad young lady have to be punished !"

SMACK !

CRACK !

My pussy convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after undulation of bliss flooded from my cunt. Tsunamis of ecstasy flowed through my body. The transport drowned my mind. adept burst across sight while darkness rippled around the boundary. My wrist pulling against the handcuffs, adding another flare pain to the powerful spanks landing over and over on my spicy rump.

SMACK !

snap !

juice flowed hot, down my thighs, gushing out around the vibrator churning me up. Its humming surged bliss through me that mixed with stinging nuisance, the two swirling together to create a violent storm inside of me. A storm of unadulterated ecstasy. It swept through me. Electrified me. My hard nipples rubbed against the frigidity blade of the interrogative table.

"I 'm a bad young woman !"I howled, the pleasure rippling through me over and over. It did n't stop. I just kept cumming and cumming. I could n't believe it. I had no thought that one orgasm could run out into another. My bobble onanism had never delivered anything close to this bliss. This was the pleasure a bad girl got to experience.

The pure ecstasy of being naughty.

slap !

wisecrack !

"Oh my fucking God, yes ! keep open spanking me ! I 'm still bad ! punish me ! I stole ! I 'm a sinful stealer !"

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

SMACK !

"What are you suggesting ?"asked ship's officer Murphy.

Instead of the succeeding spank, I heard the rustling of article of clothing. I blinked as Officer Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the early English of the interrogation table from the other cop, naked, his eubstance all hard muscles. He seized my short, blonde hair and yanked my caput a few in towards ...

His cock.

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

I shuddered as the kickoff ever dick entered my mouth.

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

I heard clothing rustling behind me. Officer Murphy was stripping naked now. He was exposing that hefty eubstance of his. I just knew it. Would he make out my Virgo the Virgin pussy with his hard cock ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my offset cock while I sucked on another cock ?

I gasped as Officer potato ripped the vibrator out of my snatch. I was suddenly so empty. I whimpered, needing something filling my cuckoo. The pussy-coated, buzzing toy pressed between my butt cheeks. Against my asshole. Before I even knew what was happening, he slammed it into my virgin rectum.

My anal mob widened to engulf it. The bombilate raptus buried into my bowels. A new blissfulness flooded through me. I whimpered around officeholder Lassiter 's big pecker, sucking severe as I squealed.

officer Murphy rammed his dick into my spasming twat.

Another climax burst inside of me, my snatch writhing about the peter taking my virginity. I had my first cock in me. Thick and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my silky shape as I squeezed my eyes shut. Such pleasure filled me, buzzing out of my arsehole, rippling out of my pussy, sparking from my nipple rubbing on the low temperature table.

"Goddamn, this hussy knows how to suck shaft,"growled Officer Lassiter.

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

I moaned and whimpered around Officer Lassiter 's dick as military officer murphy fucked my spasming cunt. My asshole buzzed with the vibrator, rippling sense experience melting down to my twat stuffed good of the cop 's big cock.

It was incredible.

The pleasance just would n't stop. Wave after wave of delectation rippled through me as the two cops punished me. Every metre Officer Irish potato slammed into my puss, his crotch smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a footling bit deeper into me. My fingers flexed, my articulatio radiocarpea pulling on the handlock. They used me. They fucked my nubile soundbox with hunger.

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

I wiggled my hips, stirring my convulsing cunt around policeman Murphy 's big dick. I wanted the cop spurting into my pussy. I wanted to find that hot jizz splashing inside of me. I moaned, sucking with such do-or-die thirst on military officer Lassiter 's shaft. tarradiddle ran out of the quoin of my mouth, running over my chin.

"God fucking damn,"police officer Irish potato growled as he fucked my pussy."That 's what you get for being a naughty, stealing puss ! You get fucked !"

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

I squealed around his dick.

"Yeah, you are, just a piece of tail crud. You want to guzzle down my cum !"

I sucked so hard. I wanted to drink his cum. I wanted to feel it spurting into my sassing. I sucked with such febrile hungriness. My mother fucker clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety flesh while Officer Murphy 's big stick rammed into my cunt. climax after climax flooded through me.

It was the secure in the world. Sex was awesome. My ass burned with every impingement of ship's officer white potato 's crotch. He spanked me every prison term he fucked into my racy cunt. I squealed, the cuff rattling as I trembled. My finger's breadth twitched. My fiddling nipples drank in the moth-eaten surface of the interrogation table. The wanton sounds of my blowjob immix with the slap of figure on flesh. The disgusting racket echoed through the small interrogation room.

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

"God fucking tinker's damn,"officer white potato growled."What a tight cunt. Oh, god, I ca n't claim much more of this pussy."

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

He ripped his cock out of my back talk and erupted. Pearly jizz splashed across my font. I felt it bathing me. He coated me in his passion. The cop grunted with each blast, the salty seeded player running down to my mouth. My tongue flicked out, experiencing my number one taste of a man 's cum.

I loved it.

My pussy spasmed harder. My asshole rippled around the buzzing vibrator. I squealed as the jizz spurted and bathed my nerve. I opened my mouth wide, thrusting out my spit. A wonderful squirt splashed right on my spit. The salty delectation melted through my gustatory perception buds.

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

"God fucking shucks,"Officer Lassiter panted, his muscular chest rising and falling. He sank down to the president, his face flushed."Jesus, you know how to fumble a cock."

"The piece of tail slut smuggles vibrators up her bitch ! What did you expect ?"military officer Murphy slammed rich into me."nooky !"

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

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

His ball smacked into my clit.

joy exploded through me as his cum jetted into my slit. I felt his passion splashing against my depths. My pussy writhed about him as he unloaded spurt after spurt of jizz. The intense moving ridge of cristal swept through me as a man filled my marriageable slit with his seed.

I reveled in it. As policeman Lassiter 's juice dripped on my aspect, my snatch milked officeholder Murphy 's shaft dry. His hired man squeezed my hip, gripping me as he grunted with each blast. I loved it. He was filling me with all his jizz.

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

military officer Lassiter chuckled.

"Goddamn, you are—"

The door opened, cutting off military officer Murphy.

"What are you two ..."The deep interpreter of the newcomer trailed off.

I glanced over my shoulder to see a hulking, Black cop with a shaved fountainhead. He stared at me, eyes narrowing. Officer tater ripped his pecker out of my spasming pussy, the vibrator still buzzing away in my arse. His jizz leaked out of me and dripped down my thighs.

"Just dealing with a shoplifter, Mac,"Officer Irish potato said.

Though he called the Negroid cop"Mac,"his name tag read Officer Evergreen State. The blackness cop stared at me."What did the lilliputian adulteress steal ? Your cum ?"

officeholder spud chuckled."The dildo buzzing away in her asshole, the apparel on the flooring, and who knows what else. She was on a piffling crime spree before we caught her."

"Good matter you found her and stopped her,"ship's officer Washington said, unbuckling his gun knock."She had anything but that vibrator shoved up her asshole ?"

"Nope,"I moaned.

smacking !

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

officer WA chuckled."She is a wicked, little skank, is n't she ?"

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

"Yet."The oceanic abyss rumble of Officer Washington 's words made my intestine clench around on the buzzing vibrator.

I trembled as he stripped au naturel, revealing a broad body, heavily muscled. He had black-ink tattoos that almost vanished into his jet black pelt. I gasped when he shoved down his pants. He had a devil of a dick. He dwarfed both the ovalbumin cops and the vibrator churning up my arsehole. How could that even fit in me ?

I wanted to discover out.

"tone at her wiggle,"said police officer American capital."Little, White slut wants my big, Negro cock reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

flavour ! !

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

I shuddered as the Black cop moved closer. A sinful thrill shot through me. He was going to stuff that massive hawkshaw up my bastard. I groaned, my fingers flexing. I was cuffed. There was absolutely zip I could do to block him. It made me so wet. Cum leaked out of my pussy as it clenched, aching to be filled again.

It wanted to do such naughty, naughty things.

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

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

"Bet her daddy loves her,"officer potato said."Bet she sucks his cock every night."

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

police officer Washington ripped the vibrator out of my asshole and tossed the buzzing toy to the floor. It skittered and hummed, rattling as the engine kept churning away. I was suddenly bereft of all sensation in my lower half. My asshole clenched, my body shaking. I became so aware of the cold mesa beneath my consistence. My small knocker drank it in, my nipples throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so fix for it.

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

I whimpered.

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

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

My asshole flared in botheration as it stretched wide enough to take his huge, Black dick. He lanced so deep in me. My bowels clung to him, this burning heat rippling through me. I bucked and squirmed, my little titties jiggling beneath me. The cop grunted as my butt-cheeks pressed against his crotch. I could experience his wiry pubic hair.

"Goddamn, White girl ass is the best."

I just whimpered, drooling, cum and spittle falling to the table as I moaned. It was incredible. My pussy was already spasming. Another climax rippled through me, my whoreson celebrating his monumental shaft filling me. Only a bad girl could assume a cock that vast back there without flinching. I rippled and writhed about them, squirming my rosehip, stirring myself around them as I dangled in his grip.

He gripped my shank tight and then fucked me up and down his rooster like a living sex toy. Like I was his personal Fleshlight. I gasped and moaned, his dick pumping in and out of my asshole. My writhing flesh gripped him, the hotness flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the early two cop watched and chuckled. My moans echoed through the enquiry room, my passion rippling about us. It was incredible.

My butt-cheek smacked against his private parts, the stinging pain in my spank rump flaring through me. It only added to the pleasure of his huge dick sliding in and out of me. My velvety bowels gripped them as they spasmed, drinking in the friction.

Bright sparks exploded across my vision. My chief tossed back and Forth River. I groaned and gasped as he fucked me up and down his cock faster and faster. I could experience his strong suit, his gravid fingers holding me. He practically encircled my waist with his two helping hand. The humans swung around me as he used me.

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

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

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

My pussy convulsed, succus and cum spilling down my second joint. My cuff rattled. It felt so beat. I gasped and squeaked and moaned as he worked his putz in and out of my asshole. I squeezed my eye shut, trembling, my pleasure rippling about his turncock. This was the best in the public. I never wanted this to end.

He groaned. I could tell he loved my bastard. He worked me up and down that big, Black person shaft. My back arched, my slight boob jiggling beneath me. My slit spasmed so arduous, aching to be filled with anything. So envious of my asshole.

The pleasance burned through my thoughts. An ecstatic blaze devouring everything. His every plung in my asshole transport new sheets of fire racing through me. I burned. go consumed me. I howled. Shivered. This was beyond any sense impression I could ideate. I was just his sex toy. His living fuck doll.

Then he fucked me.

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

"Oh, my blinking god, I 'm dying !"I howled."I 'm dying from exaltation ! Keep fucking me ! Do n't break !"

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

more orgasms than I could bet blazed through me. They roared from one to the former, ecstasy enrapture in walking on air and euphoria all swirling in a firestorm of passion. Darkness swallowed my vision. I howled. It was too much.

My senses could n't take up it.

"God fucking red cent !"the cop roared.

The total darkness cop 's kindling fired in my asshole. Dimly, at the bound of my awareness, I felt the jounce of jizz pumping into me again and again. These hot stream of spunk basted me. I trembled, loving him. My asshole writhed, milking his pecker as he grunted.

I swayed through the duskiness. The rapture buffeted me from every face. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in ecstasy. I felt something assuredness against me. My asshole was abandon, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the interrogation table before me.

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

"Goddamn, what a loose woman,"panted officer Washington."That was a workout. Her ass was compressed than a bankers fist."

"Only dubiousness, what are we going to do with the small bawd ?"said Officer Murphy."Still do n't know her name. We got to write this up in the report somehow."

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

ship's officer Murphy snorted."Let you go ? We got you cold on shrinkage. We found the vibrator shoved up your cunt. Why would we let you go ?"

"True,"I said, straightening. So much of police officer capital of the United States 's cum leaked out of my asshole. It ran down to my pussy, mixing with Officer Murphy 's. officeholder Lassiter 's jizz still stained my face."What 's gon na happen when your superiors find out you all fucked me. Are you going to claim that I 'shoplifted'your cum out of your ball ? That I got it in a Meleagris gallopavo tacker and just squirted it up in all my holes."

"We 'll clean you up,"said Officer American capital, his vocalization growing stiff.

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

military officer Lassiter swallowed.

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

"God fucking tinker's damn,"Officer Washington groaned."Why does a tart always know when she has you by the balls ?"

I winked at him.

It was n't retentive before I was sauntering out of the shopping centre 's small police force station wearing my bad girlfriend pantie, the vibrator shoved back up inside my puss. I wore one of their police t-shirts, feeling naughty that I had their section logo printed across my petite tits. It was sized for a kid, so it fitted me like a second skin. It showed off everything. I was going to enjoy being a bad girl.

pappa would roll in the hay the new me. And so would all the former boys.

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The frame chuckled. celibacy was a brilliant winner. It was so gladiolus it had the thought to create these panties. Humans were such fun to manipulate.

Its young creation was ready. It was an interesting pair of scanty. It was actually virginal. A soft white, the waistband trimmed in delicate lace, a single Good Book printed in princess-pink letter across the tooshie, each one drawn in a swirl of cursive.

Curious ?

The figure smiled. It was fourth dimension to have Thomas More fun. Another girl needed another naughty pair of panties.

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