The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Magic Man

by William Number

(william.number@hotmail.com)

“Holly fuck!” Louise shouted, surprised by the shrill sound of the alarm. “Oh, shit! SHIT!”

The lights came on suddenly and the window she had used to sneak into the house was sealed by an armoured panel.

“How in the hell is it still working? I disconnected that damn alarm!”

Indeed, the thief had spent half an hour messing with the cables of the control box hidden in the backyard of the mansion, but it was obvious something had gone wrong. She should have expected that such a luxurious house would have a more sophisticated security system.

The woman put the vase in its showcase and ran to the sealed window, looking for a button or a leaver which would let her open it, but she was trapped like a rat. Her only option was trying to slip out the door with the vase in her hands, praying to not being caught on her way to the exit. She had to be smarter and faster than...

“Well, well. What the hell is happening here?” Someone said, opening the door and silencing the alarm with a finger snap.

Louise was ready to run and dodge the man, taking advantage of the surprise factor. Unfortunately, she lost her balance and fell to the ground before she was able to grab the vase.

“Ach! What the...?” She said, trying to stand up.

“Don’t worry, dear.” The newcomer said, laughing out loud. Inexplicably, the vase was now in his hands. “It is understandable having some balance issues at first. Soon you will be used to it.”

It was useless trying to escape by surprise. Louise raised her head and looked at the owner with wrath and frustration. He was a tall regal-looking man, probably not much older than herself. He had his black hair slicked back and a well maintained billy-goat beard which gave him a sinister look. The only thing which didn’t fit was his outfit: he wore white pajamas with drawings of top hats and rabbits.

“How tacky...” Louise thought.

“Look, man.” She said.” There is no need to call the police. OK? I’m leaving! I learnt my lesson.

The thief managed to stand up and looked at the man nervously, expecting for his reaction.

“Are you from Appletown, lady?” He asked, putting the vase on a little table next to the door.

“What?”

“I asked if you are from Appletown. I came here just a couple of days ago, but I am starting to like this place. And the house is amazing! It wasn’t difficult convincing the old owners they had to go somewhere else. This is perfect: a quiet little town which doesn’t appear on most maps. Nobody would look for something valuable in a place like this. Don’t you think?”

“Uh... Can I leave now?”

“Of course you can, you little crook!” The man laughed, raising his hand dramatically. “I won’t even call the police.”

“Re... really? Thanks!” Louise exclaimed. She wasn’t expecting that kind of understanding.

“But before you leave, you must give me a titfuck with that delicious pair of boobs” He added.

“What?!”

The thief looked at the man, shocked by the grossness of his proposition. She was a thief... But he was a damn pervert!

“Listen, you bastard!” She shouted with irrational fury. “Who do you think you are to... OH MY GAWD!!”

The owner looked amusedly at how Louise discovered that her discrete chest had acquired the form and size of a couple of cantaloupes... Or even bigger!

“What happened to me?” She asked, staring at the breasts, which seemed to be about to burst her sweater.

“See? Just as I said. At first it isn’t easy staying up because your balance is seriously altered by the sudden mass gain. But I am glad to see you are getting used to it.

The man laughed again. He was leaning against the closed door, arms crossed.

“Did... did you do this to me? How...?”

“Nope. You did it to yourself when you tried to rob me. Did you think a magician like me would have a common alarm system? Please! That’s for boring average people.” The man smiled. “In case you still didn’t get it, my alarm gave you hooters”.

“No! I don’t get it! I don’t get anything of what is happening here!” Louise shouted.

The young woman moved backwards when she saw how the creepy owner of the mansion walked close to her.

“Let me introduce myself, my dear.” He said. “I am Mordechai the Magnificent!”

The aforesaid magician raised his arms again. Behind him, a flamboyant banner descended from the ceiling, reading: “Sheldon the Magnificent”.

“Oops... “ He said, ashamed. “I am afraid that’s an old banner. It must be from before I changed my artistic name. Better try to forget it...

The magician laughed again and the banner disappeared with an explosion of flames. Louise was stunned. What kind of house had she chosen to rob?

“Well, let’s see what we have.” Mordechai said, examining the thief with an inquisitive gesture. “The tits (you are welcome!) got an A+, of course. That curly black hair... I like the colour, but it would look better if it reached to your shoulders. You are a shortie but have a good ass. With that and your new rack, I think you look perfect for your kind of body. But what about the clothes? That’s how you sneak into houses? A black sweater and jeans? What inelegance!

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Louise shouted, not being able to stand the magician’s gaze anymore. “I don’t know how you are doing this, but it isn’t funny! Call the police if you want, but stop this creepy magic number!

“But why should I do it? It’s pretty entertaining! Also, I am doing you a favour. Don’t you want to improve as a thief?

“No! Let me alone! This is... AH!”

Louise watched in horror how her outfit was being transformed under the magician’s commands. Her last remnant of scepticism was quickly removed. The man was a magician... A magician with actual magical powers!

“Et voilà!” Mordechai added, triumphant. “What do you think? Are you ready to run across rooftops?”

The sweater, the jeans... Even her shoes! All of her outfit had been reshaped into a parody of a comic-book cat burglar costume. She wore an incredibly close-fitting latex bodysuit which marked every curve of her anatomy, with an open cleavage that shamelessly showed and enhanced her new and immense attributes. The costume included long gloves and boots, so tight that they looked almost impossible to remove.

“This... can’t be real!” Louise said, paralyzed by terror.

“It is, crook.” Mordechai laughed. “You will notice that outfit is truly comfortable and allows you the maximum mobility. It’s just like being naked!” He smiled, winking an eye at the scared girl. “And now I will ask again. Are you ready for my titfuck? I can see your girls are!

Indeed, Louise’s monstrous boobs actually looked like they were about to pop out the latex suit in order to find the magician’s cock, besides their owner’s reticence.

“This is madness...” She said, staring at the magician while moving backwards until she found the sealed window. “Listen, dude. I just wanted... I...”

An annoying beeping silenced the thief. The magician pulls out an old-fashioned cell phone from his pocket and looked at it reluctantly.

“I am afraid it’s an important call, Sweet-cheeks. I will have to go to my office to attend it.” He shrugged. “It seems I won’t be able to finish anything this night without being interrupted. But don’t worry, I will be back ASAP.”

The magician went to the door, taking the vase on his way. Before leaving the room, he looked at his scared visitor, who was still wide-eyed and trembling with her back against the window.

“Wait for me, OK? You can try to run away if you wish, but it will be useless. Nobody can leave this house without my permission.” He added, closing the door with a sinister grin.

In that moment, Louise tried once again to open the window, but the armoured panel was still there.

“Fuck!” She exclaimed. “There is only one exit...”

The thief looked at the door. If she was silent and had enough luck, she would be able to reach the hall and force the front door. She had skills with keyholes! She could think what to do with that indecent pair of breasts and the ridiculous costume once she was away from that evil magician. Now the priority was leaving the mansion!

She opened the door and found a poorly lit hallway which stretched from right to left. There were a lot of doors, but not a single window. Louise tried to open one, but it was locked. Alarmed, she noticed all the doors had locks, and she didn’t have time to force all of them!

“Shit!” She hissed, stamping her feet. “I am trapped! But one of these must be open... What kind of crazy paranoid would have all the doors of his house locked?”

It wasn’t very clever, but she decided to try all the doors until she found one she could open. The risk of finding Mordechai was high, but the thief wasn’t able to think clearly. She needed to find the exit soon.

She started to walk down the hallway, noticing how impractical the high heels of her boots were. Her breasts were pressed inside the top of the bodysuit, but it didn’t seem to be a problem for them to jiggle with every step. Which kind of material was that suit made of?

“At least nobody can see me like this.” She thought, ashamed while she walked, stumbling and marking ass indecently.

The first five doors were locked, but she had good luck with the sixth one.

“Bingo!” She exclaimed, hoping the magician wasn’t there.

Louise found herself into a dark room. It wasn’t very probable that it was the hall, but maybe she could find a window and escape through it. She closed the door and turned on the lights, just to find she was in a nicely decorated bedroom. Fortunately, Mordechai wasn’t there. But there was someone else...

Lying on the silky pink sheets of the double bed, there was a naked woman sleeping sweetly.

“Mordechai?” She purred, stretching like a kitten and opening her eyes.

She has a lustrous mane which fell on the bed as a perfect cascade of blonde loops, like she had just come back from the hairdresser instead of sleeping. Louise noticed the girl wasn’t completely naked: she wore long light pink gloves and... a princess hat? Yes, it was a princess hat, matching the pink taffeta gown which was draped over the back of a chair.

The thief tried to say something, but her mind went blank. The blonde sat up in the bed and looked at her with her enormous blue eyes with a beautiful expression of surprise. Suddenly, she smiled. Her face looked like the realistic version of a cartoon princess.

“Hi!” She exclaimed, leaping out the bed and blazing Louise with her nudity. The blonde’s breasts were almost as big as her own. “I am Princess Mandy!” She added, making a theatrical bow and giggling. “Did you see my Prince Charming?”

“What...?” Louise wasn’t able to end the sentence.

“OMG! What a pair of melons!” Mandy said, looking at the thief’s chest with childlike wonder. “Mines are big too, but not so much! See?”

The princess grabbed her own breasts and showed them to Louise proudly.

“I... eh... I must go now!” Louise said, trying to reach the door.

“Oh, no! Why do you have to leave?” Mandy asked, grabbing Louise’s arm while giggling. “My prince will be here soon to keep fucking me. If you stay here, he may fuck you as well!”

Louise tried to escape, but that fairy tale princess was stronger than she seemed. Mandy continued smiling so charmingly that she looked more like a cartoon than a real person.

“Come on!” She added. “If you stay a little more I’ll let you eat my princess pussy! Mordechai says it tastes like strawberries!”

“No... No!!” Louise shouted. “I won’t let that monster get me! I must...!”

Suddenly, the door was open. Princess Mandy let the thief go and looked at the newcomer. It seems to be impossible, but her smiled became even brighter.

“So you were here, were you, little crook?”

“Moooooooordechaaaaaaai!” The princess exclaimed, crazy with love. “I felt so lonely here!”

Louise moved backwards scared, falling on the bed. The princess ignored her and ran to the magician, giggling and humming a fairy tale song from an animated movie Louise vaguely remembered.

“I know, my princess. I don’t like leaving while I am having a good time.” The magician said, smiling while the princess kissed and hugged him with her gloved arms. “And here we have the one responsible for the interruption.” He added, winking at Louise.

“Please... For God’s sake... Let me go!” The thief begged, still sitting on the bed, but prepared to jump to the door at the first opportunity.

“I’d love to let you go, Cheesecake. But you know what my conditions are. Are you ready for the titfuck?”

“Do you want a titfuck, my prince? Your princess is always ready for everything you wish!” Mandy smiled, grabbing her boobs again and hopping with excitement.

“Soon, soon, Pinkie.” He laughed, giving her a pat on her head. “Right now I want a titfuck by that naughty crook who tried to steal one of my most prized possessions.”

Mandy pouted so cartoony it wasn’t possible taking her seriously. Immediately, she smiled again.

“Yes!” She exclaimed, looking at Louise. “You must give my prince a titfuck with those fat boobs of yours! The princess demands it!” She finished the sentence with a bunch of giggles.

“You... you are absolutely crazy!” Louise said, staring in horror at the princess.

Mordechai closed the door with a snap and sat down comfortably on one of the chairs. With a gesture, a glass full of something appeared in his hand and he began drinking quietly.

“Well, Louise. Mandy was one of the first people I met when I arrived to Appletown two days ago. When I got off the train, I felt I needed something sweet, so I went to the station coffee shop.

Mandy started giggling like she had remembered something incredibly funny. Happily hopping, she went to the magician and sat on his knees, hugging him tenderly and rubbing her tits against him.

“Mandy used to work serving coffee.” Mordechai continued, stroking the princess’ hair. “Although in that moment her name was Amanda and she rarely dressed in anything which wasn’t black or grey.”

“And my hair was brown and too short! I looked like a boy!” She giggled, running her hand though her impossible mane.

“This little tart wasn’t very nice to me when I tried to leave the place without paying. So I told her I could give her something tasty in exchange for the coffee.”

“He told me to drop on my knees and suck his dick!” Mandy laughed, clapping enthusiastic. “I don’t know why I was so shocked at that moment... but I did it anyway! In front of aaaaaaaall the people in the coffee shop!”

“Then I told her that black wasn’t an appropriate colour for such an amazing cocksucker.” Mordechai laughed.

“And now I am here!” Mandy exclaimed. “Fucking and sucking all the day, like a real princess! “

The blonde started playing casually with her crotch.

“A princess! Yes, yes, yes! Oh, yes! I am a princess! A pink poofy princess out of a fairy taaaAAAAAAaaaaaAAAAH!” She shouted, while the playing became an actual masturbation.

The princess began to sing with all her breath, moaning and shouting while Mordechai enjoyed his drinking, like there wasn’t any crazy bimbo princess masturbating furiously on his lap.

“Enough, darling!” He laughed, magically dropping his pants without unseating the princess. Mordechai grabbed Mandy by her hips and penetrated her with animal lust.

“Yes! Yes!” Mandy cried with tears of joy in her eyes and her princess hat slightly askew on her impeccable hair. “I am a princess! I am the pinkiest, poofiest, sluttiest and HORNIEST princess in the entire kingdom! This princess needs to be fucked by her hot Prince Charming! Fuck me, Mordechai!! Yes! Yes! YES!! Fuck my pink magical princess pussy! I am your princeeeeeeess...!

The blonde continued singing and moaning while she passed her pink-gloved arms though her beautiful mane, so lost in her fantasy world she seemed about to faint.

Louise had never seen anything like it. Sitting on the bed, horrified and paralyzed, she was a witness of how the scene had degenerated in no more than two minutes. That magician was even crazier than she had imagined! The thief was so scared she wasn’t able to think anything coherent. She jumped off the bed, opened the door and ran down the hallway. She still could hear Mandy’s singing voice while her “prince” fucked her incessantly. It was too late for that poor girl, though Louise. She must escape and call the police, the fire-fighters or even the army if it was necessary!

The thief was able to get down the hall and found a large and luxurious staircase leading down to the mansion’s foyer... And the front doors were open! Louise was too relieved to suspect it could be a trap. But actually, it was.

As she went downstairs, the doors closed by themselves and the entire foyer went dark.

“Fuck!” The girl shouted, looking for the doorknob blindly.

Suddenly, the thief heard something behind her and she turned her head, scared. A spotlight appeared some steps next to her, lighting up Mordechai and his princess, who were looking at her while smiling.

“Did you really think you could get out of this place so easily?”

The magician still wore the same pajamas, but his clothes were inexplicably tidy, considering what he had been doing some minutes ago. On the other hand, Mandy’s impressive body was stuffed into the Cinderella-like, pink taffeta ball gown Louise had seen in her room. The dress was too sparking and dazzling to be real, just like those that only existed in TV and movies for girls. However, Mandy’s cleavage was so vertiginous it would have been banned immediately from any film for general audiences. She still wore the gloves and the princess hat.

“You son of a bitch!” Louise shouted, noticing another spotlight which had appeared over her head. “Let me go!”

“What a terrible temper! Don’t you think, Mandy?”

The princess giggled, putting a gloved hand over her mouth.

“A titfuck! A titfuck!” She grabbed the skirt of her gown and started dancing dreamily. “The princess commands this naughty thief give a titfuck to her prince! Cuz I am a princess!”

“You’ve heard the princess, naughty crook.” The magician laughed.

“You are sick! I just want to get out of this house. I won’t tell anybody what I’ve seen here! I swear!”

Mordechai put his hand around the princess waist and both approached the thief, with the spotlight following them.

“Understand my position, dear.” Mordechai said. “I am very careful with my properties, and it really makes me angry when someone tries to steal my things. That vase you wanted to take was a present that my teacher, the famous escapist Absalom, gave me after I graduated at the prestidigitation school.

“Uh?” Louise said.

“Well... I admit I killed him and stole the vase. But that’s usual among powerful magicians like me. I don’t want anyone to overshadow me.“

“Nobody overshadows my prince and his amazing regal cock!” Mandy giggled, kissing him.

“Also, the vase means a lot to me.” Mordechai added while calmly stroked the princess cleavage. “It contains Absalom’s biggest hidden secrets, and I want to possess them at any cost. Do you get it?”

“Look, dude.” Louise replied, trying to look at the magician eyes and stand firm. “You can keep your vase. I was only looking for something I could sell for a good amount of money! My motherfucker of an ex-boyfriend left me with an oversized debt and I must pay it before the end of this week! I don’t care about magic or your secrets. I only wanted money!”

After a dramatic silence, Mordechai laughed out loud.

“Of course you don’t care about the secrets of the vase, Kitten!” He said. “Listen, I don’t want to punish you. I am just looking for some fun.”

“Would you like your princess to suck you off, my love?” Mandy smiled, wishfully.

“Maybe later, dear.” The magician said, ignoring the princess’s pouting. “Louise, I usually boast of being a reasonable man (the most of time). So I am willing to forget this ridiculous incident.

“Re... really?” Louise asked, sceptically.

“Sure! And I’m even going to offer you a well-paid job.”

The woman looked suspicious at the magician.

“No... actually... I prefer leaving this please and...”

“Ten thousand dollars per month.” Mordechai said, like he was speaking about small change.

“Ten thousand bucks?!” The thief shouted, almost forgetting the situation. “No... sorry... I think I should...”

“Oh, come on! I need staff in this house. I used to have chefs, gardeners and even a secretary in the place where I used to life. They gave amazing service, I must say!” He laughed. “But when I came to this place I decided it would be fun starting from scratch. So I gave the old mansion to the girls, and I’ve heard they are having a lot of fun!”

“Oh!” Mandy said. “Can we visit them one day, sweet prince? Can we? Your princess wants to go on vacation with you!”

“Of course we’ll go, Mandy! Actually, I still need to pick some things from my old house.”

“I... I am sorry... But I don’t...” Louise tried to speak, but she was too scared. She was starting to figure what the magician had in mind.

“It’s decided!” Mordechai shouted, clapping his hands. “You will live and work here keeping the house clean for this beautiful princess and me. And don’t worry about your debts because Mordechai the Magnificent will take care of them.

“No! NO!”

Mandy start giggling like a crazy girl. Louise needed some seconds to understand what she was laughing at. The sexy thief costume which Mordechai had created for her had been replaced for something even worse.

“What the fuck...? Oh, shit! NO!”

She was wearing the skimpiest and sluttiest French maid uniform that could be conceived. It was a sleeveless one-piece costume attached to Louis chest, exposing and barely containing her humongous melons. The long latex boots had been replaced by black stilettos and garter belt with fishnet stockings. Her skirt and the apron which decorated it were so minuscule that even the slightest movement could reveal the absolute lack of underwear. Louise’s curly hair was impeccably combed and crowned by a frilly maid cap, and a couple of white elbow gloves adorned her arms. She was shocked!

Louise wanted to cry, but she was too terrified. Sweat beaded on her exquisitely made up face. She looked at Mordechai’s eyes and was able to gasp:

“Please... Let me go! I won’t come back, I promise! Please don’t change me into something like... her!”

The woman pointed at Mandy with a trembling hand. The blonde beauty was still giggling like a silly girl.

“You dumb-head! You’re a maid! Maids can’t be like princesses!”

The magician put his arm around the princess and winked at Louise.

“Come one, sweetie. Don’t tell me you don’t like your new uniform!”

Almost weeping, Louise started to run as if the Devil himself was pursuing her. She couldn’t think. She knew it was impossible escaping the mansion with that omnipotent monster stalking her, but the only idea in her head was an unstoppable desire to run away. Her ridiculous maid skirt offered a glimpse of her bottom with every step she made, occasionally stumbling because of those damn stilettos.

“I must get out of this place! I must find help! I must...!”

Louise discovered horrified that she was at a dead end. She could hear Mandy’s giggles and Mordechai’s voice dangerously approaching and the only possible way to escape was a closed door at her right. Without thinking, the woman grabbed the doorknob, went through and closed the door behind her. She was panting like she had just run a marathon.

“Oh, mon Dieu!” She exclaimed, surprised by the room she was in and the words that had just come out of her mouth. “What in the hell is this place?”

It was undoubtedly a very luxurious living room with a couple of sofas and some different kinds of furniture, all crowned by an expensive chandelier which hanged from the ceiling, illuminating the room. But there was something different than the other rooms she had seen in the mansion. It was so...

“Dirty! This is full of dust! This is so... so...

Louise’s breath sped up and she noticed her nipples were getting harder. Her heart was beating even faster than during her flight, but fear wasn’t the reason anymore... She was getting horny!

“What la baise is happen? What...? Sacrebleu!” She exclaimed, trembling.

She felt a chill in her crotch which spread through her body until it reached her amazing chest. Her boobs jiggled and a lustrous black feather duster appeared between them magically.

“Where...? What...?”

She couldn’t think. She looked at the dust... all that dirty dust! And there was also that duster between her tits... She didn’t have any idea where it came from and she didn’t care. She was so horny she didn’t care about anything anymore!

“I must... escape.” She whispered, mesmerized by the duster. “I must... I must... Je dois nettoyer ce gâchis!”

Controlled by an unknown power, the woman took the duster and began to pace the room, prancing from place to place, cleaning the furniture and kicking up the dust. Her free hand was buried under her tiny skirt, plying frantically with her increasingly wet pussy.

“I must clean diz! Eet iz... Eet iz... Eeet’s zooooo DIRTEE!” She shouted with a slight but incipient French accent. “Oh, yes... Eet’s zo dirtee as my pussy!”

The maid shouted between moans, with her oversized breasts jiggling up and down with every breath and every step, threatening to rip off the dress which could barely contain them.

“Dirtee! Dirtee! I am a dirtee naughty crook! I must clean diz mess soon! Yes! Yes...! OUI! OUI!! I’ll need a bigger dustah!”

Suddenly, the maid lifted her skirt and introduced the duster handle to her crotch. So thick... so big! Louise uttered an exclamation in French when she felt how her pussy was invaded by her working tool. Then, she grabbed her skirt with both hands and began to dance the cancan, leaving her bottom uncovered and flashing her frisky and perfectly shaved twat.

The cancan tune started playing strong and clearly inside her head while she danced around the room, cleaning and removing dust with her frilly skirt. With all the movement, her massive boobs had popped out the top of her uniform and now they jiggled and bounced to the rhythm of the cancan. She didn’t even remember Mordechai or Mandy... The only thing that mattered was cleaning! That dirty room had to be clean as a whistle!

“I must clean! I must clean!” She shouted, moaning and panting, with her eyes filled with tears. “Diz room is zo dirtee! Eet’s zo dirtee eet makes me hooooorn... OOOOH MON DIEU!!

Louise was surprised by an incommensurable orgasm. It was so intense it made her lost her balance and she felt over one of the couches in the room. The maid writhed in pleasure, grabbing her breasts, rubbing her nipples and shouting as she had never done before, while the feather duster was being impregnated by her vaginal fluids.

“C’etait incroyable...” She whispered, when the torrent of pleasure ended.

The maid ended up lying on the couch with narrowed eyes, stroking her breasts softly. The entire room was spotless. Even the dust on Louise’s dress and hair had disappeared. There was no doubt she was an excellent maid!

“Mmm...” She purred, looking at her gloved hands playing with her bare breasts. “I ‘ave... How you said? Ah, oui! Huge! J’ai huge seins...”

Her French accent had become so exaggerated that it was almost parodic. But it didn’t matter to Louise or her incredible boobies. She was so happy after the cleaning! She couldn’t wait for her master to come back with his gianormous cock to put it between her ti...

“Non! Non! MERDE!” She shouted suddenly, dropping her breasts and rising from the couch.

Louise realized in horror the situation she was in. That bastard of Mordechai was getting into her head. He was trying to transform her into a living erotic fantasy like Mandy and God only knows how many girls before them.

“I... I... I must leave diz place. “She said, vainly trying to suppress her accent. “I must... zink...”

“But it must be so difficult to think when you have a feather duster inside your twat. Isn’t it true?”

Louise turned around and there was Mordechai, ominously smiling with a half full glass in his hand. Next to him, Mandy was standing, once again naked except for her princess hat and one of her pink gloves. The princess was grabbing an empty bottle of wine, displaying a happy drunk smile.

“Louise ish a... (hic!) whore!” She laughed. “My prinshe, when will that French sssshlut give you (hic!) your titfuck?.” She added, rubbing her nipples against the magician’s arm.

“Are you ready for the titfuck, mademoiselle?” Mordechai joked, winking an eye.

“Non! Non, monsi...! NO!” She shouted, her body trembling. Everything was too confusing. “Let me go! I don’t want to spend a seconde plus in diz place!

“Are you sure you want to leave my house like this, you little tart?” Mordechai asked, stroking Mandy’s perfect mane. “What will people say when they see you as a big-breasted horny maid who gets turned on by a single mote of dust?”

“No... eh... Make me... normal... again! Oh... OH LÀ LÀ!”

Louise was trying to say something coherent, but the simple fact of hearing the word “dust” made her think of cleaning... And cleaning made her so horny! The duster inside her pussy seemed to come to life, inviting her to surrender to her deepest desires. Involuntarily, the maid had started playing with her nipples.

“You... You make me do diz!” She shouted, letting out a moan of pleasure.

“Nobody is forcing you, mademoiselle.”

“The thief ish such a slutty (hic!) slut!” Mandy sang, kissing Mordechai’s neck. “This horny princessh wants the thief (hic!) to put her prinshe’s super-mega-super-duper-ultra-cock between her... BOOBIESH!” The blonde raised her arms and giggled musically.

Louise needed all her willpower to stop playing with her mega-super-duper-titties. She was so horny... She tried to speak but she didn’t find the words... And that stupid accent was still tinkering in her head! She could feel Mordechai’s mocking gaze on her body and her giant peaches. Enormous melons. Oversized tatas. Monstrous udders. That pair of perfect round-shaped globes of plesure...

“J’ai des gros seins!” She shouted, grabbing both tits and arching her back. “Oui, oui! I am a horny maid with huge hooters!”

There were so many new things entering her head, replacing her memories and her own mind. All of sudden, Louise realized she was in fact a maid. But not a normal maid! She was a French maid. She always had been! She was a French maid without underwear who danced the cancan while cleaning her master’s big house! A slutty French maid who paced the mansion waiting for her master to give her what she deserved! She was...

“Fifi!” Mandy shouted. “Can we call her Fifi?”

“That sounds adorable honey!” He laughed. “But I think our dear maid already has a name. Isn’t it, mademoiselle?

Louise looked at the magician’s eyes and her last glimmer or sanity evaporated magically. She dropped her tits and made a theatrical curtsey to her master and lord, smiling seductively.

“Oui, oui!” She nodded, enthusiastic. “Je suis Lulù Bonclivage and I am a French maid! But I must admit sometimes je suis un peu naughty and sneak into people’s houses to steal.” She giggled. “J’aime les policiers! They are zo sexy when they try to m’attraper! Et j’a des GROS SEINS!!

The maid grabbed her knockers one more time and offered them to her young master in submission.

“You are hired, mademoiselle Bonclivage!” Mordechai said. “Do you think you will be able to deal with all the housework?”

“Oh, Young Mastah! Merci beaucoup!! Of course I will! Je suis une... how you say? Une professional! Avec d’enormes seins!” She giggled again, playing with her tits.

Mandy started giggling too, trying to imitate the French maid without dropping the bottle of wine.

“I have big tittiesh too! Big super-bibbity-boobbity (hic!) princess boobies! Pink princess titties... Oh... OH!!” She exclaimed, getting hornier with every word. “I am a princess! A slutty (hic!) princessh who alwayssss wears pink! A very horny princesssssssh!”

Still holding the bottle, Mandy fell on a magenta couch which conveniently appeared behind her, thanks to Mordechai. The princess proceeded to masturbate again.

“Sacrebleu! That girl is surely happy being a princess, non? Je... OH, MON DIEU!” Lulù shouted when she felt Mordechai the Magnificent pull the duster from her crotch and replace it by his own cock. “Young Mastah!!”

The magician put the feather duster between the maid’s giant breasts and started to go in and out of her. Lulù rolled her eyes and began to moan, uttering all kind of profanities in Napoleon’s language. The idea of having something between her boobs while her master penetrated her made her even hornier, if it was possible.

Meanwhile Mandy was lying on the couch, incessantly masturbating with the wine bottle while shouting “I am a princess, I am a princess!”, smiling insanely.

Lulù finally reached orgasm and it was so intense she almost lost consciousness. She felt how her young master filled her with his cum and his love and she realized that, as his particular slutty maid, that was all that she needed to be happy. That, and a hunky policeman with a massive cock, punishing her for being such a naughty crook. The maid cried in pleasure and Mordechai put her on the floor, so exhausted she couldn’t even stand up.

“Oh, Young Mastah...” She said, between moans. “C’etait tellement incroyable...”

“And we are not even finished, mon amour!”

Mordechai grinned and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, Lulù found herself in Mandy’s bedroom again. She was lying on her back over the pink sheets of the double bed. In front of her face, her master’s cock was waiting for her, stiff as a soldier.

“Ce quéquette est énorme!” She said, amazed.

“Well, my little French whore. I don’t know if you remember, but you owe me something.”

Lulù remembered it.

“Une branlette espagnole!” She exclaimed, taking the duster out of her cleavage and looking at the dick with expectation. “I am readee, Young Mastah! Et mes nichons are readee too!

“That’s the attitude!”

Carefully, the magician positioned himself over the maid and put his dick between her enormous breasts. Lulù was amazed how easy it was for her doing the titfuck, even though she hadn’t any experience! Probably it was because of her French genes, she thought. The maid pressed and moved her melons on and around his master cock, enjoying the vision of that perfect meat cylinder just in front of her face.

To her surprise, while she was concentrating on her master’s cock, Lulù felt something which invading her crotch. She was too busy to think about it, but Mandy was lying on the bed behind Mordechai, with her pretty face buried under the maid’s skirt, tasting her delicious French twat and getting her precious hair dirty with the sweet juice which came out of it.

Lulù lost all sense of time. For her, there wasn’t anything besides her master’s cock and that pair of gianormous melons which she had to press and slide over and over, getting hornier and desperate for the moment that beautiful dick would explode in her face. And finally, it happened.

Her master’s cock poured his jizz over her, creating a perfect “necklace” around her neck and splattering her face and hair. In that moment, her pussy succumb to Mandy’s magical tongue, rewarding her with the third orgasm of the night, considerably amplified by the feeling of having her master’s cock between her colossal boobs. The maid hadn’t been happier in her entire life.

The magician got up gently and gave Lulù a kiss on each tit. She was still trying to recover her senses. Between her legs, Mandy showed her adorable little head, hiccupping and licking her own lips.

“You did it very well, little crook.” Mordechai whispered. “So well I think you deserve a prize!”

Lulù was able to getting up on the bed, still disoriented while she looked around. Something was different.

“Oh... Young Mastah! C’est precious!”

Her master’s cum had become a real and splendid pearl necklace which sparkled around her neck, resting atop her humongous chest.

“This way you can wear forever the result of your first titfuck, mademoiselle Bonclivage.” The magician added, laughing.

Princess Mandy took a big hand mirror and placed it in front of Lulù, so she could admire her beautiful necklace. The maid looked fascinated at her own reflection, massaging her boobs with one hand and passing the other through her dark curly hair, which now reached her shoulders. She was proud of being such a naughty thief and such a splendid piece of French ass. But above all, she was incredibly proud of those mesmerizing globes of flesh her master had given to her.

“There’s no doubt I ‘ave zee best job in zee world, non?” She said, blowing a kiss to her reflection. “And zee most fuckable titties evah!”

“Oui... (hic!) Oui!” Mandy added, giggling.

THE END?