The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

Elizabeth Charp had in a very short time transformed her once tasteful ancestral estate into a cross between the Playboy mansion and a cult commune. The main house was full of partially-dressed men and women peacefully going about their business in between recurring swells of desire. The master suite had become a sort of throne room and inner circle, and Elizabeth could often be found here, conducting business from her desk- or more frequently, from a speaker phone next to her huge canopied bed. Karen was very often at her side, providing her with suggestions and opinions as well as acting as a go-between for the Director and the increasing numbers of revellers in the rest of the house.

“The initial responses are extremely positive,” Elizabeth told her. “Although communication from the recently converted is understandably limited for the time being.”

Karen laughed. “You mean they’re too busy fucking to give regular, detailed reports. Well, how about moving to the next phase?”

“I’d rather wait until the situation has time to develop further,” she responded with a smile. “I’m certain some of the product will make its way outside the test area, which will drive up demand. By then we’ll be ready to gauge the most effective distribution routes.”

“In the meantime, I’ve had a number of our guests make travel arrangements to bring samples abroad. Don’t worry, they aren’t carrying enough to raise any suspicions.”

“Good, I’m glad we could put some of our guests to use. It’s starting to get a little crowded here. You can’t hardly get from one part of the house to another without...getting distracted.”

Karen felt her employer’s heat rise as she thought of such distractions, and her own lust was suddenly rekindled.

2.

Stan Baight squinted up ruefully at the dark sky and sprinted across the convenience store parking lot. He had appointments to keep, and between the rain and needing to stop for gas, he was in danger of running late. He hoped there wouldn’t be a line- that was the whole reason he’d stopped at this neighborhood convenience store rather than the busier one a block away. It almost seemed closed- the lights showing through the windows were quite dim, and only the illuminated pumps and the “Open” sign on the door reassured him.

Walking towards the counter, Stan became aware of a singular smell permeating the store. It wasn’t unpleasant- it conjured up memories of a hippy chick he’d had a relationship with years ago. Some combination of the sweaty scent of sex and patchouli triggered a powerful memory of times spent in passion.

Stan saw that there were two people behind the counter, a redhaired teen and a more mature woman with short blonde hair. Both were smoking and watching him intently, and he suddenly became conscious that his unexpected sexual reminiscence had given him the beginnings of an erection. Could they tell? he wondered, and quickly tried to surreptitiously determine if he had a visible bulge.

“Can I help you?” asked the redhead, and giggled. Stan looked at the two women again, and noticed that they both seemed somewhat disheveled, their skin shiny from perspiration. The redhead had that casual, slutty look that Stan had uncomfortably noticed was increasingly popular among younger girls. The other woman initially seemed out of place to him- at first she looked like an attractive but average soccer mom around his own age, and therefore not the type he expected to be working at a convenience store. But he quickly noticed that her hair was teased out and her makeup was excessive- and from the prominence of her nipples, it appeared she was wearing nothing underneath her thin pink dress.

He couldn’t know that shortly before he came in, Brianna and Denise had been in the washroom playing with each other. Brianna had suggested re-doing Denise’s hair and makeup while they stimulated each other, and the older blond had loved the idea; ever since the first drag of her now-everpresent cigarette, Denise had been considering ways to make herself more blatantly sexy. The once-reserved mother and wife was now embracing the dark pleasures of feeling like a slutty, dirty whore. The two were fingering each other’s pussies underneath the counter while they regarded the middle-aged man who had just come in.

“Uh, yeah,” answered Stan. “Can I get ten bucks on pump two?”

“What did he say?” mumbled Brianna, her eyes closing as Denise found a particularly tender spot.

“I think he said he’s got ten inches he wants to pump the two of us with,” Denise laughed.

Stan was shocked- and a little disturbed, feeling that something wasn’t quite right. However, he was flattered, and while neither of the women were quite his taste, he found himself becoming more attracted to both of them. As a typical full-blooded man, he wasn’t about to leave without a little naughty flirtation in return.

“Well, I wouldn’t say quite ten inches,” he laughed. “But you are both quite tempting.” He suddenly remembered he was running late, and more regretfully than he would have expected, added, “But I’m afraid I’ll have to take a raincheck and just get some gas.”

“Awww,” said Brianna, pouting. “What’s your name?” She bent forward on the counter, resting her chin on one hand to look up to his face as well as emphasize her cleavage. Unseen, Denise’s fingers had quickened their movement deep inside the girl’s increasingly wet pussy.

“Stan,” he replied, and made a point of glancing at his watch. “My car’s on number two.”

Denise raised her cigarette to her recently ruby-red-coated lips. “Oh, don’t worry about the car right now, Stan,” she said. “I’m Denise, and this little girl is Brianna.”

Stan was growing irritated, but the scent had become stronger, and it calmed and jumbled his thoughts. “Yes, nice to meet you both,” he murmurred. “I don’t mean to be rude, but..”

Denise took a long drag from her smoke, and looked directly into his eyes as she exhaled at him. “You’re not going anywhere,” she stated, smiling.

The smoke washed over his face and left him stunned. His head swam, his knees began to shake and his cock grew instantly hard; he couldn’t imagine why he hadn’t realized that these two women were the sexiest he’d ever seen. The remaining resistance in his mind stuggled blindly, and he weakly protested, “can’t stay...have to be at Mrs. Bleland’s in ten minutes...”

Denise giggled, enjoying watching the struggle...and the prominent bulge at his crotch. She removed her fingers from Brianna’s pussy, elicting a sigh of regret from the girl who was now almost face-down on the counter. Denise leaned over to exchange a smoky kiss with the heaving girl, and then paused to ask, “Not Deborah Bleland?”

“Uh huh,” panted Stan, who was rigid with embattled desire and confused panic.

Denise took a last drag from her cigarette and exhaled into his face again. Stan’s eyes rolled and he moaned, barely able to brace himself up on his side of the counter. His grasp of reality narrowed to the red lips pouting in front of him and his own throbbing cock which seemed to inflate as she blew her smoke at him.

“That’s the mother of my daughter’s best friend,” she mused absently, caressing one of her nipples with a trembling finger. “Let’s visit her together...afterwards.”

She grabbed Stan’s tie and pulled him towards her. His head lolled, his eyes half closed. “Sta-an,” she called softly, playfully. “Look at me, Stan.”

He didn’t want to, he knew if he obeyed her he would be lost, but something made him weakly raise his head and open his eyes to see Denise smiling at him, her now-bare breasts being caressed from behind by an excited Brianna.

“Why are you fighting it, Stan?” she purred. “Don’t you want us?” Her back arched as the redhead dropped a hand to her moist labia. “Don’t you want to take out your cock and fuck us hard, Stan?”

“Yeah,” said Brianna, in between running her tongue over Denise’s warm skin. “I wanna see your cock. Show me your cock.”

The tiny part of Stan that was left illogicaly reasoned, if I show it to them maybe they’ll let me go. The rest of him couldn’t think at all, and just let his heavy hands unzip his pants and let them drop to his ankles. His hard, purple cock was already protruding from the opening in his boxers, and both women murmurred in pleasure when they saw it. Brianna let go of Denise and worked her way around to Stan’s side of the counter. “Oh yeah, baby, I want that in me,” she breathed huskily.

Denise straightened up and found the pack of cigarettes. Lighting one quickly, she moved to join the other girl who was now on her knees, fondling herself while staring transfixed at Stan’s rigid cock. Brianna’s breath was coming in short gasps and Denise knew from recent experience that the redhead was about to cum. Denise took a long drag and sent a cloud of smoke into Brianna’s glistening face-also from experience, she knew how much it would heighten ther girl’s orgasm. It did; the redhead buried her face in Denise’s crotch to muffle her sobbing scream of ecstasy.

“You see, Stan?” said Denise. “It feels so good to give in. If you can think of any reason why I shouldn’t suck your cock right now, tell me...”

Stan couldn’t think at all. Denise’s red-coated lips dragged on her cigarette and he braced himself for the coming smoke. Instead, she lowered herself to his cock and exhaled there, wrapping his throbbing member in creamy white tendrils. Her tongue lept out and curled around the bulbous head.

“You like that, Stan?” she teased. He could only nod stupidly. She grasped his cock and looked up at him. “Now, Stan...I’m going to need you to say once and for all that you’re onboard here, if you want me to continue, that is...so just say ‘I belong to Denise’ and I’ll make sure you don’t regret it.”

Stan stared at her dumbly, with just a slight shake of his head. Brianna, recovering from her latest orgasm, lit a cigarette of her own and blew the smoke at him. “Come on, Stan,” she giggled, joining the game. “Tell Denise you belong to her. I know I do,” she said, giving the older woman a deep, passionate kiss directly in front of Stan’s rigid cock.

“Mmm, as I belong to you,” Denise answered the girl. “Come on, Stan. Say it.”

The two women looked up at him and chanted softly, in unison, “Say it...say it...".

“Ungh...” Stan made a strained sound in his throat and finally blurted, “Yes! I belong to Denise! I belong to Denise!”

“Very good, sweetie,” purred Denise, and wrapped her mouth around his cock. Stan, conquered, allowed himself to drift away on the sensations. Brianna stood up, exhaled again at him, and plunged her tongue into his panting mouth. She ran her hands all over his chest and deftly undid his tie. Her tongue pistoning in and out of his mouth, she unbuttoned his shirt and pressed herself hard against him. Denise was sucking more quickly now, and he let low grunts of pleasure escape into Brianna’s hot mouth.

“Don’t let him cum yet,” begged the redhead. “I want him to fuck me.”

Denise pulled back slowly, letting her tongue slide slowly backwards down his shaft. “What do you think, Stan? Do you want to fuck this dirty little teenager? She’s so sexy, isn’t she?”

Brianna stepped back and struck a porn photo pose, hands on hips, arching her back. She smiled at Stan, licked her red lips and took a long drag from her cigarette. “I’ll make it feel so good for you, baby,” she breathed, swaying from side to side. “I’m such a slut now...and I love it.”

She lowered herself to the floor and stuck out her pale ass towards him. He placed the tip of his cock at the edge of her pouting labia, intending to start slow; as soon as the impatiently aroused rehead felt the touch, she lunged backwards, engulfing his cock in her hot, wet pussy. A raw animal moan burst from her as she bore down to get his entire length deep inside her.

“Oh God...” Brianna moaned, as Stan began to pump her furiously. “He’s...so...hard...fuckme...oh...”

Denise positioned herself, legs spread wide, in front of Brianna’s quaking head. She took a gentle but firm hold on the girl’s red hair and pulled the girl’s face down to her pussy, where the teen instinctively began licking madly. Her muffled cries of ecstasy sent vibrations of pure pleasure through Denise’s undulating flesh.

Stan and Denise locked heavy-lidded eyes. Both had an intent, strained joyful abandon and Denise began to feel that Stan was fucking her through Brianna, that his thrusts were so pentrating they were going through the girl and deep into her own pussy. The teen was making small muffled whiny sounds as a billowing orgasm took her beyond speech and conscious thought.

Caught in unconquerable desire, Denise’s playfully dominating pose washed away and she submitted to the pounding passion. Stan was distantly astonished by the intense intimacy- he actually seemed to personally feel Brianna’s lips and tongue as extensions of his cock as they travelled across Denise’s burning clitoris and labia. Cumming constantly, the teen’s mind was a blank joy but her writhing body was passionately animated by the lust of her partners.

When Stan finally pulled out, Brianna fell to the floor and curled up into a quivering ball of twitching sensation. Tiny gasps emitted from her mouth and her half-closed eyes stared off into space. Denise lovingly stroked her hair once or twice and then rose to embrace the still rigidly erect Stan.

“Okay baby,” she whispered. “Just you and me now.”

She wrapped one leg around him and pulled him to her. Grasping his cock in one hand, she guided him into her pussy.

“Oh my fucking god...” she moaned, as his hardness filled her. She threw up her other leg and wrapped her arms around his neck. He grabbed her suspended ass and they fell backwards against a display case, causing a shower of candy to fall to the floor. Unseen by the hard-fucking couple, a small pale hand snatched a chocolate bar from the debris and soon little yummy noises emerged from the redheaded lump in the corner.

Stan’s hands spread Denise’s cheeks far apart and her weight pushed her down hard, driving his cock deeper than she’d ever felt. “Oh yeah,” she hissed. Stan had a strong hold on her hips and was lifting her and thowing her down repeatedly, violently. She almost felt like she was being torn in two, but loved it.

“Oh Stan,” she panted, “I’ve never...been fucked...like this before...” Not even when I was young and wild, she thought, and certainly not after years of married life...oh my husband is gonna be surprised...he’ll come around...I bet I can get him to fuck me hard like this...a little smoke in the face should do the trick...and if not, so what? There’s so much cock...and pussy...out there...I’m gonna fuck everyone...everybody will learn how good this is...all these years wasted...the porn stars and whores and sluts and strippers had the right idea after all...just fucking...fucking...fuck...fuck me...

Denise came again, blindingly, as Stan exploded in her pussy.

He reclined, breathing heavy, and she slid down his body to cuddle up to his knees, half-consciously licking the cum from his cock as her orgasm ran its course and mellowed into a delicious lethargy. Brianna crawled over to her and suckled her with chocolate and smoke-flavored kisses.

“I’m definitely late now,” Stan murmurred, eventually. They all began to dress and straighten thmeselves. The flame of passion had deepened, not dissipated; a bigger picture had become visible. Each of them were considering the infinite ways of welcoming the rest of the world into their newfound bliss.

“Well, cutie, I’m gonna ride with Stan- I understand he spends all day visiting housewives,” Denise laughed. “Yum.”

“I should probably stay until the end of my shift,” the girl pouted. “But it’s okay, maybe we’ll meet again.”

“You don’t mind if I take a few extra packs, do you? I want to make sure everyone I meet gets the chance to join us.” Brianna nodded with an eager smile, and Denise squeezed her hand and kissed her deeply before heading for the door with Stan. She paused, and looked regretfully back at the redheaded girl. “Oh, I do hate to leave you...are you going to be okay?”

Brianna glanced through the store’s front windows and saw a small group of raucous, tough-looking teens, undoubtedly skipping school; they were crossing the street and heading for the convenience store. “I think I’ll do just fine,” she said.