The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Debbie was alone at a cozy, fashionable restaurant not far from her office. Lunch with a prospective client had gone beautifully. The client had signed where it counted, making a tidy profit for Debbie’s insurance company. Though her face and body were only slightly different than they were before Paris, a trifle slimmer maybe, a bit more toned up, you would hardly recognize her as the same woman. Every eye, male or female, followed Debbie when she walked sexily into a room, and she only walked that way. Her clothes, though not flamboyant or trashy, were stylish and openly sexy. Everything about Debbie said sex in a sophisticated way. Every man wanted her. Every woman that didn’t want her was jealous of her.

Not that Debbie always looked sophisticated. Occasionally Zach, the sexual demon that possessed Debbie, her husband Dan and a growing circle of friends, made Debbie do some pretty unsophisticated things for his entertainment. There was the time Debbie had to become a street whore for a night. Driving to a distant, low income part of town, Debbie worked the street all night. Zach told her she’d have to make $1,000 before he’d let her go home. Since the going rate for a straight fuck was only $100 around there, and $50 for a blow job, Debbie had an active and tiring night. The highlight of the evening was having two police officers take her into an alley. They’d rousted her for soliciting but hinted she could work off her offense sexually to avoid arrest. One fucked her dog style in the alley while she sucked the other off and fingered his asshole. The rest of the evening had an assortment of men, and women, using Debbie’s incredible body in the widest variety of ways. Not an orifice was spared multiple penetrations. Debbie was especially glad that night that Zach protected her from disease, indeed from harm of any physical type.

Today though, Debbie was at her sophisticated best. Silk blouse over a tiny lace demi-bra barely containing her luscious tits, classic black short skirt showing seemingly miles of leg under a tailored open blazer. What a transformation from the purposely shape-hiding clothes of two years ago. Debbie was just going over some notes and enjoying a slow glass of wine before returning to the office when she noticed a man watching from a solo table on the side of the restaurant. A man watching her was hardly unusual, Debbie had gotten used to this, even enjoyed it now, sometimes flirting or even exhibiting herself just for fun (though not this close to the office). But this man riveted her attention.

In his own way he was just as compelling to look at as Debbie was. Moderately, tall with rugged, handsome looks, muscular body, waving black hair, sensuous mouth, and powerful, long hands, the man’s eyes were his best feature. They fairly glowed as they fixed on Debbie’s. For the first time in over a year Debbie found herself actually shy. She wanted him, that she knew. But she was nonplused about what to do about it, for no reason she could think of. She looked away, then looked back again. Wait, had the man’s hair color changed slightly? Weren’t his eyes dark a moment ago? Now they burned ice blue like Paul Newman’s.

The stranger rose and, carrying his amber-filled whiskey glass with him, came to Debbie’s table, never glancing away. Others in the room didn’t even seem to notice him though, and men who had been sizing up Debbie started to casually look elsewhere. Now Debbie looked more closely as the man reached her. His hair was straighter now, she was sure, and his frame seemed slimmer, more swimmer than football player. Even his eyes had started to take on a Asian cast to them. What the hell was going on here? Debbie did take time to notice a significantly sized bulge in the man’s well tailored slacks, without any straining as if he were already hard. She was sure he was big.

“Hello, may I join you?” the man opened.

“Sure,” Debbie said, casually as possible, “please do. Its nice to meet a new face. I’m Debbie”

The stranger took her hand gently but firmly. “Debra, that’s a good name. Debra, I feel like I’ve known you a long time already. So I hope you won’t be offended when I tell you that I already want your body. I want to know every inch of it, explore every opening with my hands, my mouth, my cock. What do you think?”

Debbie was stunned, and wanted to get up and leave. But she couldn’t. In fact, she couldn’t do or say much at all. Thinking she was catching on, she asked Zach silently: “Zach, what is it you want me to do here?”

But to Debbie’s great shock, it was the stranger (who now seemed to have reddish blonde hair and an even taller, slimmer body) that answered.

“I just told you want I want, Debra. What do you think?” he said.

“Zach!? Its you? Really?”

“Yes, Debra. It’s me. You can see me. Though right now I’m keeping others here from seeing me.”

“You’re not just in my mind though, right. You actually look this way, physically?”

“I told you before. I can look however I want to look. If I don’t fix it, my looks sometimes drift through a wide variety, I’m probably doing that now.” (In fact he had drifted to a muscular Viking look, long blond hair, deep blue eyes, bulging muscles straining the Armani jacket.)

“Wow,” Debbie drooled, “all your looks are good. Can we go somewhere now?”

“What a little slut you’ve become, darling Debra. Tell me, if I asked you to fuck me right here on this table, what would you do, I mean without my compulsion?” the demon in human form asked.

In answer, Debra rose casually and started to sit up on the table, grinning at Zach. He rose too and stopped her. “I thought that might be your answer. Let’s go back to your office. I’m your afternoon appointment.”

Debbie and Zach left the restaurant and walked back to her office. Debbie continued to see Zach’s ever-morphing form clearly, but no one else saw him at all until they reached Melissa, Debbie’s assistant, at her desk outside Debbie’s office. Melissa was a young, slender woman. Very pretty, with fair skin, wavy brown hair and small, high breasts leading to a trim waist. Her hips flared out to a wonderfully shaped ass, the type that made men want to cup it in both hands and squeeze. Melissa was deferential to start with, and was somewhat in awe of Debbie to begin with. She was amazed at both Debbie’s professional position (Melissa was brought up to think of herself as secretary material) and her open sexual confidence. Melissa liked sex, but was always unsure of her desirability. As a result, she was always eager to accommodate and please her lovers, she was a natural submissive.

Zach had accentuated this trait. Melissa called Debbie “ma’am”, never by name. And over time she’d learned to obey just about any wish Debbie expressed as if it were a strict order. And she’s developed a yearning to be used sexually by Debbie. Debbie and Zach planned to use her thoroughly, and today was a good day to start. Melissa saw Debbie come in with a darkly handsome and powerfully muscled man. It was all she could do to look at Debbie, her eyes kept being dragged back to Zach, who held his appearance steady for now.

“Melissa,” Debbie said, “say hello to Zach. I think you two will come to know each other well.”

“Hello sir,” Melissa said demurely.

“Hello Melissa,” Zach’s deep voice rumbled, “I feel like I know you well already. Almost like I know all about you, about things you want, how you want to be treated. Don’t you feel the same way?”

“Yes sir, I do sir,” Melissa agreed, frightened but entranced, her eyes like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming truck.

“Why don’t you come into the office with us, Melissa,” Debbie said. “Forward out both of our calls for now.”

The three entered the office, closed and locked the door and Debbie and Zach removed their jackets.

“Make yourself more comfortable, Melissa,” Debbie said.

“I’m comfortable, ma’am. What can I do for you?”

“No, Melissa. You don’t look comfortable enough. I think we both know where things have been leading, and today we begin. Please come here and remove my shoes and Zach’s.”

Melissa came to the couch and kneeled in front of Zach and Debbie. She was confused, but obediant. Zach was moving her mentally toward the servitude she wanted. Gracefully, she removed Zach’s Italian loafers and Debbie’s heels, taking a moment to stroke Debbie’s feet.

“Now, Melissa, take off your blouse and bra. Show Zach your breasts, their lovely, I’m sure he’d love to see you that way”, Debbie ordered smoothly.

Melissa slowly removed her top and bra. Her tits stood out high on her chest, the nipples already distended nearly a half inch. Zach leaned forward and stroked Melissa’s check, then her neck, then one tit, cupping it briefly and then pinching the nipple and rolling it in his hand. Melissa didn’t protest, in fact she closed her eyes and moaned as Zach handled her like property.

Zach spoke softy, but directly, “take off the rest of your clothes, Melissa. I’m going to fuck Debra very thoroughly now, and having you here will make it even nicer. Maybe I’ll ask you to take part at some point, would you like that?

“Yes, sir,” Melissa said. She slipped out of her skirt and panties. Her pussy was nearly shaved, leaving only a small strip of hair above her slit. Already Melissa’s cunt was moistening, her breath coming faster. Debbie reached down and drew her finger along the lips of Melissa’s cunt, feeling the growing wetness. She brought the finger to her lips and sucked it, smiling at Melissa. Then Debbie stripped off her own clothes and at a light push from Zach, leaned back on the couch with her head and tits near Melissa and her spread cunt facing Zach.

Zach removed his own clothes quickly. Both women’s eyes were glued to penis revealed as Zach stripped off his silk shorts. Not quite hard yet, Zach’s cock was easily 10″ long. The head bulged as if a large ball were at the end of a thick, hardening rope.

“Oh my god! Zach, you’ll kill me with that,” Debbie said.

“No Debra, you’ll only feel like you’re dying when I make you cum with it. Now lay back and let me taste your sweet cunt and get you ready for the fuck we’ve both been waiting for.”

Zach brought his mouth to Debbie’s crotch, stroking her pussy lips first with his two fingers and slightly spreading them apart. He licked along their rims first, then brought his tongue to her distended clit. It already poked out from beneath its hood and Zach licked it firmly, pressing it down hard with the tip of his tongue. Zach played Debbie like a violin, not hurrying though Debbie clearly wanted him to, keeping her on the edge for several minutes. At one point Zach began fucking his tongue in and out of Debbie’s cunt, and both Debbie and Melissa were astounded at the size of Zach’s tongue. He’d made it extra long and thick, so that it felt nearly like an average sized cock fucking her. Debbie knew, of course that Zach could manipulate his shape, she’d experienced it first hand before. But Melissa still thought that Zach was a normal man, though one with extraordinary physical traits. She ached to feel that tongue, or even better that enormous cock, plow into her juicy slot, but kneeled silently next to Debbie. As Debbie’s orgasm overtook her, she grabbed Melissa by the hair and pulled her into a deep kiss, her tongue plunging into Melissa’s open mouth. Then as Debbie bucked and thrashed, she pushed Melissa’s head lower to her tits and yelled for Melissa to suck her hard. Melissa held Debbie’s full mounds in her hands, pushing the nipples even further outward and sucked each one alternately, hard, dragging her teeth on the nipples and she sucked and then biting gently, still squeezing both tits. Debbie’s had reached out and grabbed Melissa’s ass, squeezing and kneading it while she came from Zach’s pussy eating.

Zach pulled his head away, the giant tongue sliding easily back into his mouth (where it shrank to normal size). As he rose to his knees, his raging hard on stood out like a pole, the bulging tip pulsing visibly. Without a word Debbie drew her knees back as far as they would go, spreading her soaking cunt wide and gaping, wanting Zach’s meat but afraid of it at the same time.

“Melissa,” Zach ordered, “take my cock in your hands and rub it on Debbie’s pussy. Use it like a dildo or vibrator. That’s it, run it around the rim, now vibrate it on Debbie’s clit.” Melissa did as she was ordered, surprised herself that she didn’t try to jump on top of the pulsing pole she held in both hands, or at least worship it with her mouth. Instead she treated it like the dildo Zach described, pushing it slowly into Debbie just a bit, then bringing it out and rubbing Debbie’s clit with it. Debbie came again and Melissa’s legs were getting weak, she wanted to be fucked so badly it hurt.

“Now all the way in, Melissa, put me all the way in, slowly.”

Melissa guided Zach’s huge cock in. Inch after inch went in, the ball-like head pushing Debbie farther open than she’d ever been. Finally Debbie had accepted the whole thing and Zach moved Melissa out of the way. He began to pump his cock like in a steady, machine-like fashion, nearly its entire length with each stroke, a giant fleshy piston moving in Debbie’s juicy cylinder. Debbie’s own motor was already in overdrive. The pounding dick made her cum again, vaguely she guessed that Zach was helping her cum mentally too, but she didn’t know or care. She was utterly lost in the sex. She heard her own voice crying out, but had no idea what she was screaming for. One hand reached out for Melissa’s, who gripped her back like iron, desperately wishing that Zach was fucking her instead.

Zach accelerated his pumping and shortened his stroke, leaving most of his massive penis inside now, just pounding the last two or three inches in repeatedly.

“Do you want me to cum now?” Zach asked calmly.

“Oh god yes,” both women said nearly simultaneously.

The searing hot cum boiled into Debbie’s cunt. Hotter than a normal man’s juice, it burned Debbie from the inside in a delicious way. She was in a continuous orgasm now, almost incoherent. Zach removed his cock from her but his cum kept flowing.

“Pump my cum onto Debra, Melissa.” Melissa held the awesome cock in both hands and pumped it firmly, the seemingly inexhaustable cum shooting everywhere onto Debbie. Her belly, ripe tits, neck and even face were covered with cum before Zach stopped. Still his cock remained hard.

“Clean me now, Melissa,” Zach said to the secretary turned willing slave.

Melissa immediately brought her face to Zach’s cock, and took just the head in her mouth. Then she ran her lips and tongue everywhere along the shaft, pressing firmly, scooping every drop of Zach and Debbie’s cum, leaving the cock slick but cleaned. She dropped her mouth lower and licked and sucked each of Zach’s balls thoroughly. Zach’s hard cock pulsed hypnotically in Melissa’s hands as she rubbed it now across her chest.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” Zach said to the sex dazed assistant.

“Oh yes, sir, please, anyway you want, just give me this beautiful cock.

“Lay on top of Debra then, Melissa.”

Melissa climbed on top of Debbie’s cum drenched body, feeling Zach’s jism ooze between their skins, feeling Debbie’s tits, already covered in cum, pressing like hot pillows into her own chest. Her legs straddled Debbie and she rose to her knees, leaving her chest and belly pressed against her boss. She began to lick and kiss Debbie’s neck and face. Debbie reached out and cupped Melissa’s ass like every man in the office had visualized. She spread Melissa apart, leaving a wet pink bullseye for Zach below the smaller brown one that Melissa’s asshole presented. Melissa groaned as she felt her sex pulled apart and brought her mouth down hard on Debbie’s.

Zach guided his erection to Melissa’s twat and pushed it steadily, inexorably to the hilt, his big balls bouncing into Debbie’s cunt below. Wanting to scream with pain and pleasure, Melissa instead pushed her mouth harder to Debbie’s and plumbed deeper into it with her tongue. Nothing fancy now, Zach just reamed Melissa’s cunt with his pole, replacing Debbie’s hands with his to grip her ass in an iron grip, holding her steady while he plowed into her. Melissa was already so hot that she didn’t last long. As Debbie’s hands roamed freely now over her body, the younger woman exploded in orgasm. Wave after wave of climax rocked her. Just as she thought there was nothing left in her, Zach pushed two fingers deep into her asshole, already stretched tight by the huge cock in her snatch. The pain was strong, but the orgasm was stronger, helped by Zach’s mental control. Keeping his cock fully buried, Zach began to pump his fingers in Melissa’s ass, moving to three fingers after a bit. Melissa came again and again and finally slumped exhausted when she felt Zach pump the inhumanly hot sperm into her.

Melissa recovered slowly and licked Zach and Debbie both clean again. After wiping herself with her panties, she left without them and took the remaining part of afternoon off. Debbie and Zach kissed.

“I’ve really grown to love what you do with me, Zach,” Debbie said. “I can’t imagine what I’d do if I didn’t belong to you now.”

“Don’t worry, Debra, you’ll never have to worry about that. You’re mine now, and you always will be.