The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The pounding at my front door woke me from the remnants of my dreams. Grumbling dissatisfaction with whomever was causing the disruption, I began to extract myself from a sleeping Nadia and Erin. I felt something on my belly just as Nadia ran her hand down my chest to it. She and I both opened wide eyes and she sat up as I looked straight down. The movement caused Erin to wake up too.

The pounding at the door happened again and I called out, “Hold on a minute!”

Nadia looked closer to the mess and she sniffed it. She even stretched out her tongue and touched the tip to it. She looked to Erin. “He came in his sleep.”

Erin sat up, leaned over my belly and sniffed at me as well. She dipped her tongue in and grinned at me. Both of them began lapping up the mess from my abdomen and quickly I was gleaming with their saliva rather than my load. The pounding resumed at the door and I got out of bed. The girls grabbed for the sheet and covered themselves up as I put my shorts on. Whoever it was that felt compelled to make all that noise would have to wait for our modesty.

I opened the door and my eyes had to adjust to the bright summer sky. I heard a voice and recognized it from multiple sources: one was immediately familiar but the other gave me a sense of déjà vu. I finally saw past the blinding light to a golden goddess that had sexually ravaged me for two days.

Renée smiled wide in the morning sunlight. Even though she hadn’t done anything with her hair except pull it back in a pony tail, the rays of the sun played about her head like a halo. A tube top and a very tight pair of shorts left very little to the imagination, and stylish sandals protected the soles of her feet from the scorching pavement.

Renée leaned against the frame of the door and looked me over. The heat of the Texas summer rolled in and I noticed the light sheen of sweat on her skin. I stepped back and she followed. After closing the door, I noticed how the shorts rode up between her round cheeks. My cock began to inflate at the sight and the stirring was a bit uncomfortable even with my shorts as loose as they were. I gave Renée a kiss on the cheek and ran my hand over her butt.

She kissed me back. “Good morning, baby. Did you have fun last night?”

All I could do was smile and nod.

“When did the girls leave?”

I shook my head and thumbed over my shoulder toward the bedroom. She peeked inside and saw Erin and Nadia sitting on the bed. Both of them were sharing the sheet and waiting to find out who it was. When they saw Renée, Erin turned a bit pink and Nadia looked relieved.

I stepped past Renée and whispered, “Gotta go.” I nodded to the bathroom and she nodded her understanding. She walked toward the bed as I closed the door.

Usually in the mornings I grabbed a shower, shaved, brushed my teeth and relieved my bladder although not necessarily in that order. That morning the bladder got first dibs and I still had a boner. I knew I would have to relax a little first, but when I removed my shorts, my poker was standing out farther than it had the night before. I looked down at it with a pleasant shock. Growing like I did the day before, I could cope with. I was bigger and all of the girls really enjoyed the size. Renée hadn’t mentioned anything about my new size and I just let it go because I certainly didn’t want her scared off because of it. My cock was easily two inches longer and much thicker. The fact that I was maintaining a solid erection didn’t dissuade any misgivings I was having about it. Sure, I was happy to have a bigger dick, but what would the girls think?

God, I hoped they enjoyed it rather than shun me for it.

Depressing thoughts about all three of the women turning me down due to some freakish growth caused some downsizing in my sturdiness and my ability to pee became available. I washed up and brushed my teeth. I checked my jaw, cheeks and neck for facial growth and found none. Even though I didn’t have to shave that often, it had been awhile since the last time I put a razor to my face. I didn’t worry about it. With other problems to deal with, I would shave when it was necessary.

Then I thought about my shorts. They used to fit really well and that morning, I had to hold them up even fastened to keep them from slipping down to my ankles. There had to be a logical explanation.

All the sex I’d had over the previous two days would certainly explain some weight loss and even have a direct effect on reducing my waist, but in less than forty-eight hours? I decided to just sit on it for the time being and hope that nothing else happened. I could see a doctor on Monday and find out if my body was going through some kind of late growth spurt and I didn’t mean in just the waist department either.

A knock at the door and a plea for the bathroom had me put the shower I wanted on hold. I opened the door and Erin rushed in. She didn’t bother shooing me away as she sat on the toilet. I chuckled to myself and stepped out to let her have some privacy.

Nadia was still sitting on the bed talking with Renée, the sheet still draped over her lap.

When she saw me she held out her hand, “Come here stud. Let me give you a proper good morning.” Renée only smiled as I leaned over and received Nadia’s tongue with mine. I could feel Nadia’s hands on my chest and they slid down my more distinct abs. My newly enlarged cock pumped itself up as she reached into my shorts. Her hand wrapped around it and my concerns about how she would react were about to get an answer.

Nadia moaned into my mouth and stroked my cock in my shorts. She didn’t draw back at all. I pulled from the kiss, but she kept up the direct manipulation of my genitals. I looked over at Renée and pulled her to me. She accepted the invitation and rolled her tongue into my mouth. I returned the gesture and even noticed that I was reaching parts of her mouth that I couldn’t yesterday. I pulled back from our kiss but only smiled. I didn’t want any of them worrying about me if it wasn’t necessary. Besides she seemed to really enjoy the fact that I almost reached into her throat.

Nadia had started sucking on my nipples and worked to remove my shorts. Feeling my cock in my pants was one thing, seeing me fully might be a whole different experience. I braced myself for the worst.

Just as my shorts dropped to the floor, Erin returned from the bathroom, “Oooo!” I felt her hands caress my backside and then slide up between my legs to gently massage my balls. The sensations both women were applying to me were already giving me cause to groan louder. Renée decided to enjoy my tonguing abilities further and pulled her tube top down from her huge breasts and super-extended nipples. She laid one on my extended tongue and I lapped and sucked at it with the same glee Nadia and Erin shared in bringing around my orgasm.

Three hands and a mouth work on my even-bigger cock, and one of Erin’s hands continued to cradle and manipulate my balls. Renée held me to her tit as I begin to shudder and explode into Nadia’s mouth. She pulled from my cock and I could feel Erin scrambling to get into place. She locked on just as my second shot left me. They continued taking turns as I emptied myself. I had to let go of Renée’s breast for some air and she was the first one I looked to when I finished. She smiled at me as she pulled her top back on.

Still hard as a rock I stepped up to her. She looked down at my pulsing pole and then back up at me. I offered, “You didn’t get any. You can if you want.”

She reached out and stroked me. Her smile was sweet as she said, “That’s a wonderful gesture but I’ve had you in ways that I’m sure these two would like to try.” Nadia and Erin both looked up from sharing their doses of sperm. Both sets of eyes reflected a curiosity about what Renée suggested and even a question of “When do we get to?”

Renée chuckled at their expressions. They both smiled and I couldn’t possibly be happier with the arrangements.

I went to my closet to get dressed and Renée stopped me from putting on any underwear again. I just looked at her. She waved her finger at me in a “no, no, no” fashion and Nadia and Erin giggled over it. Renée held up the shorts I was wearing and I put them on.

“Just grab a t-shirt and some sandals. We have some shopping to do,” she stated.

Erin asked, “What’cha buying?” She looked at me but I just shrugged. I didn’t know what Renée had in store (no pun intended).

Renée responded, “You haven’t seen his wardrobe, have you?”

Nadia and Erin both shook their heads.

“What’s wrong with my wardrobe?” I whined. I knew that I lacked some sense of fashion and I didn’t have many clothes, but to say that what I had wasn’t that good was... well...

“Ral, you need help.” Renée stepped up to my pile of neatly folded clothing and held up a pair of pants that used to fit very nicely. What with my new waistline, they would probably fall down just like the shorts I was wearing. Considering the changes I’d undergone, new clothes would be a good idea; I only hoped that in another two days time I didn’t have to do it all over again.

I sighed and agreed to Renée’s offer. I looked to Nadia and Erin as they walked over to my closet. Each of them looked through my clothes. When they finished discarding what they didn’t like, all I was left with was what I was wearing as well as the clothes Renée had bought me the day before. When all three of them looked at me, I had to defend myself: “I have to wear something out in public.” I gripped my shirt and shorts, truly afraid that they might try to remove them.

Renée tapped Nadia and Erin on their respective shoulders. “Why don’t you two get dressed? There’s more than just clothes needed.”

They nodded and as they started putting on clothes, I turned to Renée, “What are you doing?”

“You know those television shows where somebody gets a load of money to buy a new wardrobe, or a bunch of neighbors help redecorate someone’s home?”

I just nodded.

“Well, we’re not going to have cameras following us around, but that’s what we’re going to do today. I’m taking you around to put together your new wardrobe.”

“Renée, I’m not going to fight any attention you offer me. I’m willing to accept it, but buying me a new wardrobe, furniture and whatever else you have in mind is too much. I don’t need anything else.”

She just smiled at me, but it was Erin who piped up with an answer: “Yeah, right. You consider this furnished?” She held out her hands indicating the bedroom. There wasn’t a single decoration on any of the walls: only the bed, my pile of discarded clothes and the blinds still closing out the outside world.

“What else do I need?” I emphasized the word “need” to make my point.

Nadia looked around. “It’s not what else you need to live; it’s what you need to be comfortable. An additional nightstand, a couple of lamps, and something for all of the candles would be a good start.” She looked at Renée, “I’ll take care of decorating the bedroom and bath.”

“Erin, why don’t you work on his living room and kitchen? He doesn’t even have a table and chairs to eat from,” Renée instructed.

Erin nodded and walked up to me. Having folded up her dress, shoes and undergarments and put them into a bag, she was wearing a cream-colored top that hugged her top-heavy curves with ample cleavage displayed by the low scoop neck. Her skirt wasn’t as snug as it flowed around her thighs.

She gave me a light peck on the lips, “Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you.”

“And make sure you’re comfortable,” Nadia added.

“All you have to do is take care of us,” Renée finished.

Something about her statement washed over me with that feeling of déjà vu again. I didn’t remember what I agreed to previously but I was pretty certain that it was important to them. I nodded to her and agreed to the terms. What else could I do? Argue? That wouldn’t have gotten me anywhere.

I looked at Nadia. She had put on the extra clothes she brought over: a dark blue t-shirt and a pair of white shorts. The top was actually short for her long torso and with the way her bare breasts pushed it out, it left her flat tummy and navel bared for the world to see. “What do you have in mind for the bedroom?”

“I have an idea, but it depends on what I can find and the limitations of the fact that we have to return the room to the apartment complex when your contract is up. Soooo...” She looked around the room again and then back at me. “Don’t worry. I like the room and if I’m staying here on occasion, then I’ll want to be comfortable too.” She sauntered up to me and I could only smile. She gave me a kiss on the lips and I kissed her back.

When she pulled from the kiss, I had to ask, “Do you enjoy swaying your hips for me or is it just natural?”

“I like the way you watch me,” she grinned.

I looked over at Renée. “I have another admirer of my weakness for visual traps.”

“And of your foot pal,” Nadia added.

Renée asked, “Foot pal?”

I told her about Erin’s game under the table at the restaurant. She laughed out loud, and I wasn’t certain what she found funny but it was a hearty laugh not a snigger. She reached over and stroked my cheek. “I wanted to do that this morning.”

I recalled how she had been doing almost the exact same thing at Charlie’s Café; the only difference was her foot didn’t crawl in under my shorts for direct skin-to-skin contact. I smiled at her, “We can work on that later if you want.”

She leaned over and kissed me. “We’ll be at the mall today. The food court will be perfect for it.”

I dropped my smile in dismay. The restaurant had been fairly private. It was the chance that someone might walk up and catch us that made it more thrilling, not that it would happen. Then I remembered that Nadia had noticed and mentioned it. It was how she ended up joining Erin and me. In a food court in a mall, the event would be presented to everyone looking in our direction. I really didn’t want to be that embarrassed. The cute shyness the girls liked I could deal with, but I was pretty certain that I would just faint of humiliation.

Nadia didn’t help the situation any when she said, “He does look cute when he blushes.”

Erin came in as if on cue: “Doesn’t he, though.”