The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Mind-Control Panties

by mypenname3000

Story 4: Nubile Exhibitionism Delight

The figure rode the escalator to the third floor of the mall were small, but trendy, clothing store lay. The sort of place that nubile, coed girls preferred to frequent. Just the sort of place the figure wanted to leave its special panties.

No one noticed as the figure passed through the security detectors that flanked the store’s entrance. Nor did anyone pay attention as the figure moved through the store. Though out of place, the figure was also nondescript. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the garish, tie-dyed panties in slender fingers, it drew no attention. As the figure passed the display of other panties, a smile spread on its lips. Soon enough, the wild panties would attract the right girl.

Karen Greene.

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

Minutes later, after the figure had slipped out of the store, Karen entered, her eyes flicking around at the clothes. She often wandered into the shop, staring at the trendy, and even naughty, clothing with envy. Not that she’d ever had the courage to wear anything that revealed so much flesh since she was a bridesmaid for her cousin’s wedding. Despite her blossoming body—her breasts were round and supple in her plain bra on beneath her baggy sweater, her legs toned, and her rump bubbly—she didn’t have the strength to show off her figure.

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

Her green eyes flicked over the clothing while her black hair swayed about her shoulders. She would sigh from time to time, spotting a skirt or a blouse or a tight pair of jeans with a heart sewn on the back pockets that she ached to wear. She wished she could muster the courage. She would swallow while rubbing her sweaty palms on her sweatpants. She ached to understood why she feared to show off her body.

Deep down she knew why. It was the boys. She didn’t think she was gay since she didn’t precisely find boys disgusting. She just didn’t want to have their attention. She’d never made the connection to her shyness, but when she was younger, a boy named Oscar had ripped down her skirt and panties, exposing her on the schoolyard playground. That embarrassment had stayed with her, the memory of all those boys pointing and laughing at her as she struggled to draw up her clothing and cover her childish body.

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

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


Tingles raced through her as she caressed each letter. The electric thrill settled through her body, hardening her nipples and turning her pussy into molten wetness. Finally, she’d found the courage to buy something.

She snatched up the panties and rushed up to the cash register. The salesgirl smiled and nodded. It was clear she approved of Karen finally buying something. Neither of them noticed that nothing rang up on the register when she scanned it nor that Karen only mimed giving any money. Both, however, seemed to think a legal transaction had occurred.

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

* * *

Karen Greene

The next day, I stared at those colorful panties. I shuddered at finally finding the courage to buy something wicked. Something better than the plain, boring panties I always wore. No one would know, of course, but I would at least have made a step to escaping my shyness. I wanted to dress like the other girls. I didn’t want to forever be gossiped about as being the burgeoning spinster. I was nineteen. I shouldn’t be afraid to show off a little flesh.

I hoped this would be the start.

Just so long as Oscar or Jermaine or Brian didn’t yank down my skirt.

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

Confidence soared through me. I grabbed the almost hypnotic panties, the blend of hues merging from one fantastic shade to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the tingle raced up my legs. This electrified rush preceded the cotton panties as I pulled them higher and higher up my thighs. I groaned, my bare breasts swaying and jiggling. My nipples puckered hard while a molten heat formed deep inside of me.

I felt so naughty as I seated the panties against my black bush. The cloth gripped my rump, hugging it tighter than any other pair of underwear ever had. They rode lower on my hips than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my bush to peek out of the waistband. I shuddered, a naughty ripple rushing through me.

I would be colorful today.

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

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


I pulled it over my head. I gasped as the tight material caressed my skin before sliding over my breasts. Over my nipples. I groaned at the fabric rubbing against my nubs, that wicked sensation rushing throughout my body. My eyes fluttered and my pussy clenched in abject delight. What a wonderful sensation. Almost as exciting as masturbation. I felt juices soaking my colorful panties as I pulled the tight, pink blouse down over my stomach. It left a few inches of skin exposed and my nipples clearly stood out.

It was such a bold thing to wear.

I loved it.

“Now to find the perfect skirt,” I said, racking my brain for one.

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

My cousin was weird.

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

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

A giddy surge rippled through me, an electrified tingle rushing out of my pussy as I stepped into the skirt. The fabric rustled as I drew it up my thighs, my boobs jiggling in my tight top. I groaned as I drew the fabric over my panties. It was such a shame to hide those colorful delights.

Now ready for school, I grabbed my black backpack. Ugh, it was so drab. I hated pulling it on. My purse wasn’t any better. Why did I choose one in such an ugly shade of brown?

Sighing, I headed downstairs, my skirt swirling about my thighs, my breasts bouncing in my hot-pink top. I hit the hallway and rushed down them towards the front door. My mother peeked out of the living room, wrapped up in a purple housecoat. She said, “Karen... My, that’s, um... an interesting outfit.”

“Isn’t it?” I asked, giving my mother a big grin.

“What has gotten into you?” she asked as I wrenched open the front door.

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

“Well, I’m glad. I was getting a little worried about you.”

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

My pussy tingled with such excitement as I strolled to my college. I didn’t rush forward with my shoulders slumped, my arms almost hugging me as if I didn’t want the passing cars and bicyclists to notice me. That I didn’t want the other pedestrians to realize I was sharing the sidewalk with them.

Today, I sauntered with my back straight. I was practically thrusting my round, firm titties out before me. They bounced while my satin skirt swirled around my thighs. The green fabric had a wonderful shimmer, almost rippling with varying hues of emerald. My black hair danced about my face, my backpack bouncing and my purse swinging. I had such a jaunt to my step.

“Damn, is that you, Karen?” asked Oscar as he approached from a side street. He was a tall guy was short, brown hair. I smiled at his muscular build, his shoulders broad. He was on the football team, his chin chiseled.

“Yep,” loving his attention.

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

I was practically skipping now. I felt Oscar behind me, his eyes tracking the flowing movement of my skirt. My black hair bounced about my shoulders, brushing my pale skin and the pink fabric of my blouse. My nipples tingled, naughty jolts and zaps shooting down to my pussy. My poor panties were just so wet.

It made me feel so wicked and naughty.

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

Jermaine’s jaw dropped as I passed him. The tall, black guy rubbed his big, dark hands together. The sun glinted off his shape-smooth head. “Goddamn.”

I beamed.

“Is that Karen Greene?” Brian asked, a guy with shaggy, blond hair who stood next to Jermaine. “The fuck happened to her?”

“I don’t know,” Jermaine said. “But I like it.”

“Uh-huh,” Oscar grunted as he joined them.

I rushed up the cement steps to the front door, my skirt swirling. This was the time. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top step, my hands casually grabbed the fabric of my skirt. I gave it a quick jerk, making the fabric flare up seemingly on its own. For a brief second, my tie-dyed panties flashed for all the world to see, those colorful letters on display. The guys groaned while I smiled in delight.

My skirt settled down around me as I vanished inside the doors. I ached to touch myself.

All the boys were staring at me during the day. I loved their attention. But as the classes went by, their looks and hungry gazes started to dwindle. They still smiled at me, but they were getting used to me. I was colorful, but, honestly, it was only two different shades. Pink and green were exciting, but my hair was such a bland black, my purse was brown, and my backpack just felt ugly.

I had to go shopping after classes were over.

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

The one thing I didn’t need was new panties. I would wash these tonight and make sure they were fresh and ready for tomorrow.

I swept through the store like a hurricane. I called my mother to let her know I was using the credit card she’d given me for emergencies. I told her I was buying a new wardrobe, and she was thrilled. She told me not to worry about spending too much, but to make myself happy. She was such an awesome mom.

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

When I got home with my new supplies, I was so wet. I threw all my new clothes on my bed, spilling out all the colorful fabrics across my sheets. I rolled around on them nearly naked. I rubbed my pussy to another orgasm as I buried my face into my new neon-green bra. I smelled the fabric while stroking my fingers up and down my panties, pressing the fabric into my virgin twat.

My juices soaked through my panties. They coated my fingers. I screamed out my orgasm into the bra, cumming in mere seconds. I was just so excited for tomorrow.

I had trouble sleeping that night. I was just so excited. I was energized. I had thrown my panties in the wash before going to bed, then I snuck out to put them in the dryer so they’d be ready for me in the morning. Since I was bursting with energy, I decided to take the time to get my hair done. Black wouldn’t do at all.

I needed to be colorful.

First, I had to bleach my locks. It took two soaks with the hydrogen peroxide to get my hair light enough for what I wanted. Then I went to work. I dyed the right half a bright cotton-candy blue. The left side I made cherry-red. Such a bright and unnatural shade. They looked so exciting together as they tumbled around my pale face. So much better than that drab, natural hue.

I had to be colorful for all the boys.

By the time my hair was dry, my alarm clock was going off. I was eager for college. I gathered my half cotton-candy-blue and half-cherry-red hair into twin pigtails. They fell down to my shoulders in falls of bright beauty. I loved it. I grabbed my new clothing, starting with a green bra that I had rubbed against my face as I masturbated to my wonderful orgasm. I slipped it on and settled my youthful breasts into the cups.

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


Just thinking it made me squeal, my pussy already soaking my poor panties. I grabbed my new skirt, a deep, rich plum. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. It hung low on my hips, showing off the top my panties to anyone, allowing the riot of colors to be seen. Next, I grabbed my hot-pink, knee-high socks. I pulled them on, loving the way my toes wiggled inside the knit-cotton embrace. Those donned, I couldn’t help but bounce around my room. I was bright and vibrant.

Everyone would notice me.

I snagged my backpack, a garish orange, and my new purse that was a delicious shade of teal. I slid my feet into a pair of deep, vermilion heels before darting out of my bedroom. I rushed down the stairs, my bold hair dancing about my face. I felt so excited. My breasts heaved in my new bra and in my low-cut top. I reached the bottom and darted for the front door.

“Oh, my gosh, Karen,” Mom said from the living room, wearing the same boring, purple house robe as yesterday. It was only one color. How dull. “You really went... all out.”

“I’m just so happy,” I said, wrenching open the front door. “All the boys are going to notice me today.”

“I think NASA will notice you from space on their satellites,” Mom said. “Well, I’m glad to see you out of that shy phase. Have fun at college.”

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

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

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

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

I beamed at him. “Why thank you. You don’t think it’s too much?”

He shook his head, his mouth half open.

I felt his eyes on me all the way to my school. He couldn’t look away. He wanted me so bad. I grinned, my pigtails dancing about my shoulders, my backpack bouncing on my back, my breasts heaving. They wanted to escape my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow crop top. More and more boys were following me as I approached my college. Keith, a friendly guy with glasses, pushed them up as he stared at me. Jermaine let out another groan, his hand rubbing across his shaved-bald head. Brian shook his shaggy mane of hair as he groaned in delight.

I had their undivided attention.

My pussy was so juicy. My nipples were so hard. I wanted to masturbate right there in the hallway. When I sat down during my classes, I kept my legs spread wide so everyone can see that damp spot growing the crotch of my tight-died panties. I twirled my pigtails, twining colorful locks around my fingers while I licked my purple lips.

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

I wore so many colors. What could I do that was better than this?

I thought about that as I masturbated in the bathroom after classes. My little gasping moans echoed around me as I tried to imagine the perfect outfit to hold their attention forever. And then it hit me. I remembered coming across this interesting Twitch channel. On it was such a beautiful, young woman that made my pussy feel so tingly. She showed me a way I could make myself colorful.

After my orgasm, I googled where I could buy what I needed. Once again, I used my mom’s emergency credit card to buy the supplies. My purchases were heavy, weighing me down as I rushed home, still attracting so much attention to my bold and vibrant outfit. I was so eager for tomorrow. I was so ready to transform myself.

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

I dreamed in colors. A never-ending kaleidoscope of reds, blues, greens, pinks, yellows, oranges, purples, turquoise, sunshine, flame, chartreuse, silver, gold, aquamarine, violet, azure, crimson, and colors that I didn’t even know the names for filled my imagination. Colors that couldn’t exist in the real world.

The blaring tones of my alarm clock snapped me out of sleep. I bolted upright, smacked it off, and flew out of my bed. I snagged my two shopping bags, the supplies clinking inside as I darted naked out of my room. I burst into the bathroom.

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

I dumped out my supplies upon the bathroom counter, the small jars of body paint rattling together. I’d grabbed as many different hues as I could. I started wrenching open the lids, the waxy scent filling my nose. The paints were all non-toxic. It was designed to be rubbed on your skin. To cover you.

I shuddered as I stared at my naked form in the mirror. My round breasts quivered, my pink nipples thrusting out hard. My skin was the same pale-beige tone with the occasional freckle and that mole on my hip. I was all so boring. I had to be special.

I plunged my fingers into the first shade. It was a bright neon green. I coated my digits. I shuddered as I smeared it right on my belly. I groaned at the contact. I worked it around, leaving a fun swirl.

I smiled at the feel of it on my skin, the paint coating my body. It hugged me. My left hand darted into a bottle of deep vermilion. I scooped up a nice glob of both fingers and attacked my left breast. I rubbed it into my flesh while a wicked tingle raced through me. I groaned as I covered my nipple in the naughty body paint.

My smile only grew as I attacked my flesh with more of the colors. I rubbed bright orange onto my other nipple, completely covering that boring pink. My smile grew as I slathered a bright plum across my forehead and then smeared a blue-green delight down between my breasts. My fingers grew sticky with paint. It splattered across the counter as I worked in a frenzy of creation. I just let my instincts go.

I wanted to create a tableau.

I wanted my body to be the same riot of tie-dyed colors as my panties.

I groaned as I rubbed bright yellow across the lips of my pussy. I shuddered, trembling. I was so glad I’d shaved my pussy last night. It was all gone. No nasty, black hair to get in the way of the wonderful yellow coating my vulva.

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

I slathered pink and blue and glittering gold on my rump, working my hands into my firm butt-cheeks to make a wicked blend of colors. I worked silver and goldenrod and a wonderfully burnt umbra across my face. I coated my neck. My thighs had a dozen different shades each, blending and swirling together. I coated my toes. The soles of my feet. I strained to rub blues and yellows and reds and oranges across my back.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my body from right and left, my naked breasts bouncing and heaving with every movement. They were so firm and perky, both beautiful with a wild swirl of colors reaching up to my hard nipples. As the paint dried it gripped my skin. It felt so wonderful around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most colorful girl in the world. Every boy would notice me now. They would see my tight slit painted bright yellow, my left nipple that wonderful shade of red, and my right nipple a bright orange. The mix of hues covered my breasts would attract their gaze as they bounced right and left. It all mixed with the dye in my hair. Boys who saw me from behind would see my butt-cheeks rippling and jiggling as I sauntered down the halls, hypnotizing them with the blend of bright hues.

My pussy juices ran down my thighs. Luckily, the paint required soap to come off. My pussy cream wouldn’t melt it away. It would, however, add a delicious gleam to the kaleidoscope of hues decorating my inner thighs.

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

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

I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my painted breasts bouncing and heaving, bare feet smacking on the stairs. My tongue licked across my lips, tasting the waxy flavor coating them. I hit the bottom of the stairs and rushed for the door.

“Oh, Karen, wow,” my mom said from the living room. She was wearing that same, old, boring house robe. Purple again? If she was only going to wear one color at a time, she could at least pick a different one each day.

“I got to go to school, Mom,” I said.

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

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

“Have fun,” she said as I darted out the door and slammed it behind me.

I almost caused traffic accidents as I headed to my college. I was so colorful cars were drifting into other lanes they stared at me. Brakes squealed and horns honked. Some even climbed out of their cars to stare at me in awe. Pedestrians, men and women alike, gaped at my body. The women had such envy in their eyes, knowing they would never be as bright and colorful as me while the men salivated. They rubbed at their crutches, squeezing and kneading their hard cocks. That was how I knew I had their full attention.

“Fuck me,” Oscar groaned when he saw me. “Holy fucking shit, you are a work of art, Karen.”

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

I had such a powerful ache when I reached my college. I was so horny. More and more boys were following me by then. Heath had to pull off his glasses and wipe the fog off of them when he saw me. He grinned as he joined the pack, rubbing at his cock. Right before I reached the steps to enter my school, I couldn’t take any more. I need to see proof that I was colorful.

I whirled around to face Oscar and fell to my knees. “Show it to me!”

“What?” he groaned, his brown eyes wide.

I stared up at the jock and moaned, “Show me the proof that you find me beautiful.”

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

I snagged Oscar’s dick in my painted hand and pulled it towards my waxy lips. With a hungry growl, I swallowed the tip and sucked on my first ever cock. He groaned as I nursed on him, my tongue sliding around the crown, gathering the salty flavor of his precum.

He found me gorgeous!

I savored having Oscar’s cock in my mouth. I sucked on his dick with such hunger, my virgin pussy clenching. The guys all moved in around me, staring at my colorful body, my firm breast jiggling as I bobbed my head. My dyed pigtails danced around my shoulders as my head turned and twisted, shifting my mouth around his cock. I rubbed the spongy tip against the roof of my mouth, my tongue, and my inner cheeks.

“Goddamn, Karen,” growled Oscar. “That’s it, suck my cock, you fucking whore.”

“Damn, you really blossomed into a ho, didn’t you?” growled Jermaine. The Black guy stood to my right, groping his dick through his jeans as I worshiped Oscar’s shaft.

“Yeah, she did,” shaggy-haired Brian said. “Fuck me, that’s hot.”

“Just a beautiful sight,” moaned Heath. “Shit, I’m about to erupt right in my jeans.

“Why waste it?” groaned Oscar. “The little slut wants to please us all.”

A roar erupted from the gathering boys. They were all staring at me. Hot pussy cream trickled down my painted thighs as I took more and more of Oscar’s dick in my mouth. His crown reached the back of my throat. I moaned and sucked and slurped on his dick. Drool ran down my chin. I made such wicked, wanton sounds.

I was bold. Bright.

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

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

“Shit, you want it bad,” Oscar groaned. “I’m willing to give you what you need, you bold, little slut.”

“Give it to her!” someone shouted from the watching crowd.

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

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

“Wanton skank!”

“Tie-dyed whore!”

“Bold slut.”

“Exhibitionist THOT!”

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

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

His hot cum spurted into my mouth.

As the salty flavor burst across my taste buds, my pussy exploded in rapture. My fingers rubbed at my clit as the pleasure rushed through me. Waves of ecstasy flowed through my tie-dyed body. My breasts shook as Oscar ripped his cock out of my mouth. His second blast splashed across my face as I swallowed his first load of jizz.

“You are such a painted whore!” he snarled, his cum splattering across my face.

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

My body bucked and heaved as everyone stared at me getting painted with a new color. The one color I hadn’t used. White. It was all colors combined in one. When you split white light in a prism, you got all the rainbow hues that adorned my body. And the best source for white was cum. It was all so clear.

I shuddered as my orgasm peeked.

“I need more cum to bathe my body!” I howled.

“Yes, you fucking do, ho,” snarled Jermaine.

As Oscar pulled away from me, leaving my face coated with his spunk, Jermaine sprang from the crowd. I shuddered as his zipper rasped and his jeans’ fastener popped. His dark cock appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his knees behind me. His thick shaft smacked into my painted rump. I groaned as he seized the back of my head and shoved me down until I knelt like a bitch.

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

“Fuck me!” I moaned. “Mix up your paint with my cunt. Use my body. I need you to cum on me!”

“You fucking bold slut!” he snarled and thrust.

My maidenhead stretched and stretched before his cock. There was a sharp jab of pain as my cherry popped. I gasped as his dick knifed into the untouched depths of my pussy. I groaned as his Black shaft spread me wider and wider. My head tossed back, my dyed pigtails dancing about my face. Rapture surged through me as his balls smacked into my clit.

He drew back his big dick, my deflowered flesh clinging to him. I groaned as I felt so empty with just his tip in me. He thrust back into me hard. His crotch smacked into my colorful ass. The slap on flesh on flesh echoed around us while all the boys cheered him on. I groaned as his balls smacked into my clit over and over, heavy with his boy-paint.

That wonderful cum.

“Goddamn, this little ho is tight,” Jermaine grunted as he thrust his cock deep into my once-pure pussy.

“I’ve never been fucked!” I moaned, my tongue licking up some of the jizz that had dribbled down to my lips. “Cum on, boys, my mouth is free! Come paint my body in your jizz! You want to adorn me with your spunk before the entire student body?”

“God fucking damn,” groaned Brian. The shaggy-haired boy fell to his knees before me, his belt rattling as he fumbled to undo it. Then he fished out his cock and aimed it at my mouth. I opened wide and groaned in delight as he rammed it into me.

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

Such a bold thing to do. My hips wiggled, stirring my cunt around Jermaine’s dick while I sucked with all my might on Brian’s cock. My butt-cheeks rippled from the stinging impact of Jermaine’s thrusts. He rammed his cock deep and hard into me. He filled me over and over again. I groaned my pleasure around Brian’s dick while all the boys shouted and cheered.

“Fuck the little painted slut!”

“Shit, I can’t wait!” a guy growled. “Just need to fap.”

“Just make sure you cum all over her,” Oscar growled.

“Coat that hot bod in spunk!”

It was wonderful. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw pants coming undone. Cocks appeared. I stroked them, fisting up and down their dicks. I whimpered, my pussy clenching around Jermaine’s big cock. His every thrust brought me closer and closer to orgasming, my clit drinking in the thudding impact of his heavy balls. The boys were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lust. They were seeing how bold and bright and colorful I was.

I had all their attention.

“God, she’s sucking so hard,” Brian groaned. “She really wants my cum.”

“The little ho is desperate for it,” groaned Jermaine. “Don’t worry, slut, we’ll paint your body.”

“Fucking yeah, we will,” a boy moaned.

And then to my utter delight, hot spunk squirted from my right. It splashed across my side and dribbled down to my swinging breast. The cum was so hot, it almost seared me. I savored it, loving that white cream painting my body. The boy grunted, fisting his cock, squeezing out a final spurt of his seed.

“Fuck, someone got a quick-trigger,” Jermaine growled.

“This is just so hot,” the boy panted.

I agreed. So hot. So naughty.

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

“Goddamn,” Jermaine groaned. “I can’t last much longer. Fucking cherry pussy. The best.”

“I hope you didn’t ruin her for the rest of us,” someone called.

“Trust me, your little pencil dick will feel great in her,” Jermaine grunted. “Yes, keep working those hips, little ho. Fuck!”

Another boy erupted. His cum fired at me from my left. It splattered across my back and pooled in the groove of my spine. My rump clenched as those brief spurts puddled hot on my skin. I whimpered, my pussy squeezing down so hard on Jermaine’s cock. I moaned around Brian’s dick. The Black guy thrust deep into me. His balls smacked into my clit.

I orgasmed.

“Oh, fuck!” Jermaine groaned, my deflowered pussy spasming wild around him.

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

Jermaine grunted and then ripped his cock out of my convulsing pussy. I felt so empty, but then I groaned as Jermaine’s hot cum spurted across my rump. I enjoyed those powerful blasts of pearly jizz painting my butt-cheeks. Wonderful cream dribbled into my crack. I loved the sticky feel of his naughty paint. I shuddered and groaned, my orgasm sweeping through me as he unloaded more and more of his punk.

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

It was.

“Fuck, can’t... take... ” Brian moaned. “Damn!” He ripped his cock out of my mouth and fisted his shaft hard.

“Cum on me!” I moaned, looking at the crown so he would shower my hair.

My orgasm still rippling through me, his cock erupted. His hot spunk splashed across the crown of my head. I felt the wonderful, pearly spunk soaking my hair. I shuddered, trembling, pussy cream running down my thighs as his thick spunk dribbled over my forehead.

“Damn, she’s a little whore!” moaned a guy.

Jizz splattered my left hip. It ran down my thigh, hot rivulets of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed more of that wonderful color sprayed across my body. I rose up, my breasts jiggling.

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

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

“I need more!” I howled. “I have a pussy. An asshole. Use me!”

The boys cheered in delight. They rushed towards me in a horde of frenzy passion. I trembled, so eager to be painted in all their seed. Heath, pushing up his glasses, was the first to grab me. He sank down on his back and yanked me atop him, his free hand holding his cock upright. I gasped as I impaled my cunt right down his dick. My cum-coated tits heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure delight. Jizz dribbled down my body, that wonderful paint. My pussy clenched around Heath’s cock.

“Gonna get me some of that ass!” Tim snarled.

I gasped as his cock nuzzled between my cum-smeared cheeks of my colorful ass.

My butt-hole tingled as the tip of his dick pressed against it. My cunt clenched around Heath’s cock as Tim’s dick thrust into my bowels. I gasped as my anal ring spread and spread, swallowing his dick.

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

A cock rammed into my mouth.

I whimpered, shuddering, three dicks in my holes. Three cocks I had to get ready to paint my body in that wonderful, pure color. I trembled, sucking on the dick in my mouth as I rose up Heath’s cock. At the same time, Tim pumped away at my asshole. He drove his dick over and over into my bowels. Velvety heat rippled through me while silky delight surged out of my pussy.

Squealing around that dick in my mouth, I slammed down Heath’s cock.

“Look at the little ho go,” Jermaine groaned, stroking his Black cock glistening with my pussy juices. “Damn, Karen, you’re a little freak.”

A bold, colorful freak.

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

Drool spilled over my chin as cum dribbled down my body. Tim’s crotch smacked into my ass as he drove his cock over and over into my bowels. I bounced on Heath’s dick, my clit throbbing every time I bottomed out on him. I felt his wiry pubic hair rubbing against me. The nerd groaned as I worked my cunt up and down his dick.

“Work that cock, little ho!”

“God damn, you fucking slut, Karen!”


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

“What a fucking whore!”

Pearly jizz splattered into the back of my head, coating more of my hair. It ran down the back of my neck and dribbling over my shoulder blades. I loved the feel of the hot spunk. It coated me in that wonderful color. The beauty of pearly jizz.

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

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

He showered me in his cum, my pussy squeezing down on Heath’s cock. That hot spunk bathed me. It ran across my painted flesh as I hurtled closer to my orgasm. Tim thrust hard into me, grunting, groaning. I whimpered, my body so close to that rapture.

“Yes!” I howled. “I’m going to cum! I’m going to exp—”

Jermaine rammed his cock into my mouth, soaked in my sweet cream. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his Black shaft. My pussy squeezed around Heath’s cock as my entire body shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two different sides. Two different boys were painting me in their passion. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My pussy convulsed around Heath’s dick. My asshole spasmed around Tim’s hammering cock. I bucked and writhed, working my holes up and down both their shafts. Intense waves of ecstasy flowed through my body. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine’s cock. I moaned and whimpered, stars dancing before my eyes. My holes writhed and convulsed on their amazing cocks. I whimpered, my hips wiggling from side to side. My flesh milked them, bring them closer and closer to erupting. I wanted to be painted in so much spunk.

Rapture drowned my mind.

“Fucking kinky slut!” snarled Tim. “Goddamn, your asshole is going wild around my cock. Fuck!”

He ripped out of my asshole. The first spurt of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost right on my spine. I felt the jizz running hot down my skin as more and more jets splashed on my flesh. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my body, making me feel so naughty and wild.

My pussy spasmed hard about Heath’s cock. My mind melted, my orgasm still writhing through me. I whimpered about Jermaine’s dick as Tim rammed into my asshole. His cock was even thicker than Tim’s. He grunted, heavy balls smacking into my flesh as he plunged into my asshole.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he growled. Then he ripped his dick out of my asshole and spurted frothy cum onto my body. “Such a fucking whore!”

It was all such a blur. I don’t know how long I rode Heath’s dick, didn’t know how many cocks had fucked my asshole and mouth, before that nerd finally erupted into my pussy. His jizz spurted hot into my spasming cunt while the boys spurted jizz on me from every side. I groaned and trembled, loving that even the inside of my pussy was getting basted with the creamy paint.

“Karen!” snarled the nerd as he filled my cunt with more spurts of jizz. “This is incredible!”

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

They made me into a masterpiece.

Finally, my body was painted. I was drenched in wonderful, pearly jizz. I stood up, that delicious spunk drying on my colorful body. I sauntered forward, my boobs shaking and my ass swaying. The crowd parted for me, and I marched into the college bold as fuck. I didn’t care. Everyone could see me. Everyone could see how well I stood out.

I had a huge grin on my face as every boy paid attention to me all day. Even the teachers. Every man who witnessed me gained hard dicks that needed relief. Luckily, there was always a new spot of my body that needed to be painted. Unlike the body paint, cum didn’t last long.

I was going to have to be a busy, busy girl to stay colorful.

Good thing the rewards were worth it. I couldn’t wait. Smiling, I spotted a dick that needed my attention. “Pussy, asshole, or mouth?”

The guy grinned.

* * *

The figure chuckled. The latest pair of panties was a smashing success. The figure had no idea the latest pair would go over so well. It glanced down at the newest panties lying on the desk. Compared to the Colorful one, this pair was subdued.

Black, a bit of lace around the waistband, and two words printed across 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...