Black, a bit of lace around the waistband, and two words printed indian across interracial the rump in big, bold, white letters. “Bad Girl.” There was one more addition. The figure stroked down to the gusset. They were crotchless, lace surrounding the slit giving access to the wearer's pussy. The figure smiled. Where would be the best place to leave these panties? The figure chuckled again as the perfect spot clicked in its mind. Rising, the figure snatched up its creation and left its workshop behind. To be continued in the next tale of Mind-Controlling Panties... Hello my name is James this is the story of my sexual Awakening please be kind in your comments because this is my first attempt at writing for the public. I've always had certain desires and feelings but I didn't really get to experiment with these feelings until I went away to College. I'm a tall guy around 6'1. I have a dark brown complexion with dime-sized Hershey Kiss nipples. I weigh about 260 pounds I'm not a huge guy but I definitely could stand to lose outdoors a few pounds. So my first semester away from home I decided to head to the College gym to try and start an exercise program to feel better and lose a couple pounds. When I went over to the College fitness center I noticed that there were some students there trying out all types of different equipment. I wasn't sure where I needed to begin. I decided to walk over to the student help desk and try to find a personal trainer. That's when I saw Paul for the very first time. Paul is a guy that's about my height, that's the only thing that hour bodies have in common. Paul is a muscular white guy with wavy black hair and piercing blue eyes. I never considered myself gay but I had to admit he was a very attractive man After a little bit of small talk at the desk Paul volunteered to be my trainer because he wants to be a physical education teacher and he always is looking for people to work with. Paul and I began working out together that very day. I found out very quickly that Paul believed in a lot of stretching before working out. As the days went on I know that Paul loved helping me stretch. He always loved laying me on my back putting my legs up in the air and pushing my legs close to my head. It got to the point where my cock would start to twitch at the very idea of Paul helping me stretch One day Paul had me bent over with my hands touching my ankles I could feel him behind me. And I believe I could feel his throbbing member pressing hard against the crack of my ass I was in heaven feeling Paul's monster cock brushing up against my ass. I started voluntarily pushing back to feel more. At this point my cock began to throb inside my shorts. “Does this help make you feel better.” "No. But why would you want to have sex with him when you can sex with me?" With me playing third wheel here, it probably won’t happen, ‘cause she’s the shy little sperg. I was naked, and she wasn’t done with me. After I’d been stripped, a second set of shackles were locked onto my interracial ankles, and threaded through a steel ring embedded into the floor. The game you left earlier is still paused, and Jade sits down on the bed and grabs her controller. � � But I said no. He made a look of disgust and pursed his lips together while his penis continued to shoot out cum with less and less verbosity. Eventually, I noticed that it was time to start dinner. The expression on my grandpa's face as he moaned sent me over the edge -I had to have him. Mum was forty-one, but still maintained a great figure with regular trips to the gym. Laura was even more amused to see Erica was aroused - had she been masturbating on the way over in the hope of making her raping less traumatic? This group of slave-girl Princess Leias had such submissive posture. 'Look how fucking wet you are' He panted, his cock sliding deep into her cunt again. Today, both of you will remain that way for the rest of our time together, so that my next set of plans will work with little complications. She thought. Sarah and Ann suddenly had the urge to read and had books in their laps. The Altar of Souls. “Oh, Adam, I didn’t mean it like that…” She started. "Grow up!" she hissed, so I ground indian my pelvis into hers "Ouch that hurt stop it!" she whispered. As soon as she touched her nubbin, Marsha gasped and grabbed her head. "Oh, hi." She dissolved to the mattress and rocked her butt as she whispered “Do it but you have to get out first.” He put his left arm up on the back of the couch, and his right arm around her shoulders to hold her close to him. The spirits worked their magic and— "Yes I did," Ronja's body responded without Ronja making any conscious decision about how she should reply. “A blow--” He licked his tongue over that small spot hearing her breathing hard as he did. Then she collapsed forward, falling against him in soft, trembling mass. So, that night when Greg got home, she was waiting for him in a truly skimpy outfit and a fine dinner to be shared, just the two of them. I know that his breeding stock is superior.” She was home early; she must have read my mind. Fuckin’… fuckin’ nobody.” She rambled. He pounded as hard he could until, hearing Betty begin to scream, covered her mouth and his balls outdoors erupted, filling her cunt with his semen. But I should have thought to bring one just to see the look on your face. I came, again. I couldn’t do this. "Well met John. Good riddance. When he pushed his underpants to the floor and stepped out of them. Then I unzipped him.