The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“I hate ride-sharing.”

“So don’t order a pool. Just get the…what’s it called? An X.”

“That’s like, $3 more.”

Harry laughed.

“I’ll pay the $3 if it’ll make you happy.”

Claire smiled at him.

“Thanks! You probably think I’m a real weirdo.”

“Yeah,” Harry said, tussling her hair gently. “But not because you don’t like sitting next to strangers on the way to the movie.”

Harry’s car was at the mechanic—he’d suggested they mix up their date, but Claire had insisted on seeing the latest superhero flick, and so they’d met at hers. Harry had never used a driver app before, but Claire was an old hand. Within a few minutes of ordering showing her boyfriend how it worked, the car was rolling up to their door.

“Oh!” Claire said, walking down the driveway. “A woman driver.”

“Is that unusual?”

“Yeah,” she said, opening the door and letting her date get in first. “It’s normally men.”

“How’s your night?” the woman in the front seat asked, smiling. “You two off to the cinema?”

“How did you know that??” Harry asked. Claire laughed, and put her hand on his knee.

“The app tells her, dummy.”

“Oh.”

Harry sat back, his cheeks burning.

“Don’t be like that,” Claire said, looking genuinely contrite. “You’ve never done it before.”

“First time?” the driver asked with a whistle. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”

Harry tried to force a laugh. He looked out the window, wishing that the drive was over…or, even better, that he wasn’t so easily embarrassed.

It was stupid, really. He had no issue pulling his dick out for his teacher to suck while his girlfriend watched, but not understanding an app made him want to sink underground and live there forever.

As he watched the streetlights whiz past, he tuned out of the conversation between his girlfriend and the driver, until Claire said something that forced his attention back into the car.

“Of course I do,” the driver said confidently. “What red-blooded woman doesn’t?”

“Claire!” Harry hissed.

“How about clit?” the teenage girl continued. “Do you enjoy sucking clit?”

“I love sucking clit,” the driver responded, pulling into the parking lot. “Here we are!”

“Drive to that back corner,” Claire instructed confidently. “That spot there, with no lights.”

“You don’t want to get out near the door?”

“We don’t want to get out yet. Thought you might like to suck some cock first.”

“That would be great,” the driver nodded, stopping the car where Claire had pointed. “I do love sucking cock.”

As the driver turned off her app, Harry stared, wide-eyed at his girlfriend. She smiled in response.

“Sorry for calling you a dummy,” Claire said, as the driver joined them in the backseat. “I hope this makes up for it?”

“Maybe,” Harry replied, scooting over so the driver could sit next to him.

“Thanks for this,” the driver said. She was a redhead—Harry hadn’t even noticed.

She unceremoniously unzipped his pants.

“Hope you don’t mind if I just dive in,” she asked. “I just love sucking cock.”

“Go for it,” Harry said with a smile.

As the driver’s bobbing head brought him to climax, he reached out and played with Claire’s hair. She continued to smile, her eyes fixated on the mass of red hair in his lap.

“Come here,” he murmured, and pulled her face to his, kissing her softly as he came down the stranger’s throat.

“Thanks again,” she said. “You want me to drop you off at the door now?”

“Nah,” Claire said, linking her hand with Harry’s. “We’ll walk from here.”

The next day, in Mrs. Jenkins’ class, Harry’s mind was wandering. How many women were like his teacher, or the doctor, or the driver? His girlfriend was apparently determined to find out.

She’d told him that she was asking everyone, but he hadn’t believed it until he saw it.

If he didn’t get so easily embarrassed, Harry was tempted to start asking random women himself. He could imagine the smile on Claire’s face as he found one, and surprised her with it—like she’d surprised him with Dr. Hanabi.

That was three so far…of course, Harry had no idea how many people she’d asked. If she’d asked a hundred, that would be a three percent success rate.

She couldn’t have asked a hundred. Even Claire wasn’t that bold.

Glancing around the class, Harry wondered if any of the students loved sucking cock. Well, presumably a few of them did, but he wondered if any of them really loved sucking cock. Like Mrs. Jenkins did.

Maybe he should get Claire to ask them. Or maybe she’d find that offensive; maybe it was only okay when it was older women, women he could never actually date.

She hadn’t been at all jealous so far—she was enjoying this as much as he was. Harry was sure of that.

But maybe if it was one of her classmates, someone he could realistically leave her for…maybe that would cross the line.

Best not to risk it. Things were going so well—better than he could ever, ever have imagined. No reason to throw it all the way for a chance at oral sex from one of his classmates.

Besides, he doubted any of them could be as good as Mrs. Jenkins.

Maybe it was because of the regular practice, maybe it was Claire’s tips, or maybe she’d been doing some research…whatever the reason, Mrs. Jenkins’ oral skills had actually managed to improve as time went on.

The new clothing didn’t hurt, of course. As per her students’ instructions, she’d started wearing skirts. After the first few days, she’d started wearing skirts that were obviously brand new. Something about that really turned Harry on, knowing that she’d gone out and spent money on new clothes, just to turn him on.

He hadn’t discussed it yet with Claire, but he planned on having the prim teacher adjust her choice of tops next. Her fantastic rack was too beautiful to be hidden from the world; he wanted her in something with a lot of cleavage.

Mrs. Jenkin’s new clothing choices hadn’t escaped the attention of Harry’s classmates. More than once, he overheard a whispered conversation about her legs. Despite the fact that she was topless on her knees in front of him three times a week, even Harry found herself getting distracted when the teacher bent over, or idle-mindedly ran her hand up one of her long legs.

Some of the students had even given her a nickname—“Gams”—so they could talk about her without getting in trouble.

None of them knew what he did; their teacher could be more than just a fantasy. A simple request was all it took for her to lose the bitchy attitude and smilingly fall to her knees.

Harry couldn’t wait for class to end.

“You know my car’s working again, right?”

“I know.”

“So why are we…”

The car pulled up, and Harry smiled.

“Oh.”

The young couple got in. He recognized the driver’s mop of red hair immediately—she greeted him with a smile, and began driving the couple to the cinema.

It took Harry a few minutes to realize what was wrong. He didn’t understand every facet of the app, but he couldn’t even remember seeing Claire glance at her phone. Didn’t she have to track the car, or get the license plate or something?

Before he could dwell on his confusion too much, the car had pulled into a dark area, and the driver had joined them in the back seat. This time, she started with Claire.

It wasn’t a large car, and so Claire was practically sitting on Harry’s lap as she shuddered in orgasm.

In turn, he couldn’t help but moan directly into her ear as he unloaded into the ginger woman’s mouth. It was the closest he’d ever been, physically, to Claire when he came.

After thanking them, the driver dropped them at the movies. Harry pulled Claire in for a hug, smiling.

“That was awesome,” he said, slightly dazed.

“I know, right?”

“I had no idea you could request specific drivers…”

“You can’t.”

Harry’s eyebrows met in the middle of his forehead.

“What?”

“You can’t request specific drivers; it’s just whoever answers the call when you order a ride.”

“Oh! Well, that was lucky then.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

Harry shot a hard stare at his girlfriend, but couldn’t help but soften at the mischievous smile lurking behind her eyes.

“What do you mean, ‘No, it wasn’t?’”

“I mean, it wasn’t lucky.”

“You don’t think it was lucky that we randomly got the one driver who likes to blow me?”

“Not lucky, no. I didn’t book that ride through the app.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I just told her where we were going to be waiting, and she came and picked us up.”

The gears in Harry’s head were slowly coming back online.

“What, did you get her number after our last trip?”

“God, I wish. That would have been so much easier.”

Harry leaned against the wall and waited. Claire didn’t have a huge amount of patience, and he knew that it wouldn’t be long before she couldn’t hold it in any longer, and excitedly filled him on what she’d done.

He was right.

“So after that last drive, I realized how useful it could be to have a driver who…well, you know.”

Except for when it was happening, Harry and Claire never directly spoke about their visits to Mrs. Jenkins. They hadn’t even spoken about not speaking about it; it had just sort of happened.

“So I just kept on calling rides until I got a female driver. I racked up a lot of cancellation fees…but it was worth it!”

“Yeah, that was pretty good.”

“No, not just that.”

“How do you figure?”

“She didn’t charge us for that trip.”

“What?”

“Yeah! That was a freebie. She just loves…well, y’know. So when I finally found her again, I got her to…well, y’know. She enjoyed it so much, I asked if she’d give us a few free trips each week, in exchange for letting her…”

Harry stared at his girlfriend, his mouth wide.

“Claire…”

“Pretty great, hey?”

“Claire, isn’t that…I dunno, stealing?”

“What? How could it be stealing?”

“Well, she’s doing her job without us…paying for it.”

“But we are paying for it. We’re just not using money.”

“You call that paying for it?”

“Sure.”

Harry took a deep breath, and realized that his jaw was clenched and his fists were balled. Considering how recently he’d cum, he was far from relaxed.

Oh, he thought to himself. I know what this is!

Our first fight.

Harry forced himself to take a deep breath, relaxing his muscles as he did. When he felt as though he’d calmed down, he turned to face his girlfriend, and was concerned to spot tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

He’d never seen Claire cry. She was so…cool. The image of her crying almost didn’t make sense. He’d seen her happy, cheeky, panting in orgasm while their teacher licked her out…but never crying.

“I’m sorry,” he said, trying to keep his voice level. “I just…”

“It’s okay,” she said, reaching out and grabbing his hand.

Harry still wasn’t sure how he felt about the situation with the driver, but he was getting far too much enjoyment from the feeling of his girlfriend’s hand in his. Why rock the boat?

“Of course I do,” Mrs. Jenkins said, wiping Claire’s juices off her mouth. “I just love sucking cock.”

“Well,” Claire said, as the young teacher’s mouth lowered over Harry’s erection. “There’s a problem.”

“Mmf dfff pmmlmmm?”

Harry glanced at his girlfriend, but she carefully dodged his eye.

“Harry has been really stressed lately, and it’s been affecting his ability to get hard for you.”

“Cmmm hmmm ffff mmm.”

Claire’s forehead wrinkled in confusion.

“Could have fooled me,” Harry translated. He’d started to get a good ear for Mrs. Jenkins’ ‘mouth full of cock’ dialect.

The fact that he could feel her tongue moving probably helped.

“It’s true,” he added. He didn’t know where Claire was going with this, but he wanted to make sure he was being supportive. Partially to be a good boyfriend, but partially…well, partially because Claire’s ideas had led them to some pretty great places so far.

“Mmmm cmmmmy tm hmmm mmm.”

I’m sorry to hear that.

“And we were thinking,” Claire continued. “Maybe the stress would be lessened if he were doing better in school?”

Mrs. Jenkins didn’t respond, just continued wordlessly bobbing her mouth up and down Harry’s cock.

“I mean, you love sucking cock, right?”

“Mmm.”

“And if Harry is doing poorly in your class, that’s just going to lead to stress, and we all know where that gets you.”

“Impotence,” Mrs. Jenkins said, before diving straight back onto Harry’s waiting erection.

“It’s more than just stress,” Harry said. “If I fail your class, I’d probably resent you.”

As the student spoke, he grabbed his teacher’s hair, and started thrusting slightly harder into her drooling mouth.

He’d discovered that she liked that. His teacher’s oral preferences were something he wouldn’t have even thought to consider just a few months ago, and yet here he was, mentally compiling a list.

“If I resented you, I wouldn’t want you to keep sucking my cock. And…”

“…you do love sucking cock, don’t you?” Claire finished for him.

“Mmm!” Mrs. Jenkins replied, her eyes rolling back as her hand stayed busy between her legs.

“So what are you going to do?”

“Pmmm mmm!”

“I’m already passing,” Harry said, keen to see how far he could push this. “But I’d be way less stressed with, say…an A?”

“Fmmm!” Mrs. Jenkins grunted, and Harry smiled.

“Great,” he said. “Oh…and it would also help if you showed more cleavage at school. Show off your body, Mrs. Jenkins. It’s fantastic.”

He wasn’t sure whether it was his teacher crudely grabbing her tits that pushed him over the edge, but within a few moments, he was spurting another load down Mrs. Jenkins’ willing mouth.

“Thanks for that, kids,” she said, clearly still deep in the lust haze. “I just love sucking cock.”