The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

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The following story contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity and is intended for the entertainment of adults only. If depictions of sexual acts offend you, please stop reading now. If you are under the legal age to read this sort of stuff in your area, go do something worthwhile and stop polluting your mind with this crap. Finally, some of the things depicted in this story are dangerous or unethical; please don’t try this at home.

For whatever it’s worth, this work is copyright © 2000 by The Sinner. You’re welcome to download it for your own enjoyment. You’re welcome to repost it to any newsgroup or on any website as long as you include the entire work without any alteration (including the author’s byline and these fun little paragraphs at the beginning). If you do repost it, I’d appreciate it if you let me know about it; I like to know where my stories get to. Hell, even if you only read it yourself and enjoy it I’d still like to hear from you.

Much thanks is due to Cal O’Shaw for the feedback he provided during the writing of this story; to Mark Reed for his incredibly thorough proofreading of this piece; and to Rosesthorns for urging me to write the final scene.

A Matched Set

by The Sinner

[deleted email address]

Part Four

Bill gently pushed Nicole away, looking at Paige. “Yes, that’s my name. James. James William Sinclair. Most people call me Bill. Nicole here,” he looked down at the girl who was holding him tightly, “she calls me Jimmy.”

Nicole looked up at Paige, seeming to notice her for the first time. “Paige?” she asked, looking at Bill. “Jimmy?”

“You mean... But I thought...” Paige tried to sort it all out. “So you’ve b-been seeing b-both of us?” she asked. Nicole was looking at Bill with a suspicious expression, one that Paige was sure was mirrored on her own face.

Bill sighed. “Oh, what was I supposed to do? You’re both so absolutely gorgeous. What man wouldn’t want to have you both? I mean, look at each other.”

Paige looked at Nicole. Her deep brown hair had been dyed a jet black and worked into a style almost identical to Paige’s own. Her voluptuous body was barely covered by a sheer strapless evening dress not unlike the one Paige wore, except that Nicole’s was black while Paige’s was white. And just to top it all off, Nicole had a fur of her own, a deep black sable coat that hung loosely over her exquisite frame. Nicole was gorgeous. Almost like a work of art.

Bill took the two girls by the shoulders, turning them to face the full-length mirror that hung on one wall of the foyer. “Just look at yourselves,” he said, standing behind them. “You belong together.” Paige realized it was true. Nicole had a darker complexion than she did, but in so many other ways they were nearly identical. “You’re both beautiful separately, but together you’re priceless.” Paige knew it was right. She and Nicole belonged together.

Paige turned to face the brunette, only to realize that Nicole was already looking at her, her brown eyes hooded with passion. Nicole was her other half. Paige wanted—no, she needed—to be with Nicole. She leaned forward, catching the scent of Nicole’s coat. It was different, and yet so much like her own. Their lips met cautiously at first, and then passionately, the two girls kissing each other hungrily. Their tongues danced as the two furs slid over each other.

They broke at last, still gazing into each other’s eyes. “Splendid!” Bill exclaimed, placing one arm across each pair of fur-clad shoulders. “Now then, girls, why don’t we go to bed? We’ve got a lot of fun waiting for us.”

Two hours later, Paige lay serenely on the large bed, resting on top of the two coats, inhaling their odor. She and Nicole lay curled together, their skins shining with sweat, idly caressing each others’ bodies.

They’d done everything. Nicole had ridden Bill’s cock for half an hour until they both came while Paige had made energetic use of her tongue on their entwined genitalia, after which the girls had reversed roles, with Paige furiously humping up and down until Bill shot a second creamy load into her snatch.

After that, the girls had treated Bill to a double blowjob, sucking and licking his cock together, their lips and tongues dueling over every inch of his body. It had taken awhile, but they had gotten him to come a third time. Paige and Nicole had been eager to go at it again, but Bill had pleaded exhaustion.

The girls had snuggled for awhile, enjoying each other’s bodies. Paige stretched out one hand to caress Nicole’s exposed breast, stroking the smooth globe with her fingers. That was another way in which the girls were alike; they had identical boob jobs. “Matching tits,” Paige giggled, eliciting a similar response from Nicole.

She was dimly aware of Bill picking up the phone and dialing. Of course, Bill was an important man; it was only natural that he should be calling his business associates. Paige turned her attention back to Nicole’s wonderful body, letting Bill’s words pass her by. Surely it was nothing that a bimbo like her needed to hear anyway.

“Rick? Hi, it’s Bill... Yes, fine, fine. I’m doing very well, thank you... Well, remember that bet we made?... No, not that one, the one at Anderson’s party... Yes, the girls... Yes, well, I did it...”

Paige moaned as she felt Nicole beginning to lap at her pussy. Two can play at that game, she thought, pulling the brunette’s legs open and shoving her face into the smooth-shaven snatch. She flicked her tongue across Nicole’s clit, noting with pleasure that it was fully erect.

“No, I’m serious... I just had them both... Yes, together! They’re right here in bed with me... Both of them, and then they sucked me off.... Well, okay, yes, it’s none of your business but I do take Viagra."”

Paige pulled back for a second, examining the tattoo on Nicole’s mons. She’d seen it already, but in the heat of their fuck-session with Bill she hadn’t had a chance to examine it closely. As with her own tattoo, it was exquisitely artful, with the two words elegantly rendered in the small space available around her slit. Paige smiled as she read the words. “Bill’s Slut.”

“Slut,” Paige called out in mock derision.

“Bimbo,” came the equally playful reply. The two girls shared a laugh before returning their attention to each other’s pussies.

“Well, it surprised me, but the blonde actually took more work. The brunette was a real airhead and it was easy to get her where I wanted, but I had to keep her on hold while I finished... er, training... the blonde. I don’t know, really. Maybe the brunette just took better to the coat.”

Her passion flaring, Paige rolled Nicole onto her back, positioning herself on top and resuming her oral assault on the brunette’s shaven cunt. She was rewarded by a new energy from Nicole’s mouth between her own legs. The two girls raced toward climax, almost competing with each other to see which could bring the other off first.

“Oh, right now they’re just getting each other off on the bed. What’s that?... Oh, no, you can keep the money. Really. Consider it a token of my gratitude for what you’ve helped me discover. You really should see them, my friend. They’re absolutely gorgeous, and with the work I’ve done they complement each other nicely.... You might call them a matched set.”

Paige had been paying almost no attention to Bill’s conversation, but the last three words hit her like a freight train. She screamed in orgasm, her body shuddering. A matched set. She clung tightly to Nicole, dimly aware that her twin was coming as well. She was so pleased that Bill had collected them both, and she thought of all the wonderful times she and Nicole were going to have bringing him pleasure. Her orgasm finished, she collapsed on top of Nicole, her face falling into the soft white fur of her coat. She inhaled deeply.

“Let there be light!” Bill cried as he threw the large metal switch. The forty-foot-tall Christmas tree came alive with multicolored brilliance. Paige gasped in wonder, aware that the hundreds of onlookers around them were doing likewise. “Merry Christmas!” Bill yelled as the crowd erupted into applause. Paige clung tightly to Bill as he waved to the spectators.

The cool night air blew against her exposed upper chest. Paige had left her snow-white fur coat unbuttoned at the top, exposing a generous amount of cleavage to the eyes of anyone who cared to look. Even on a cold December evening, it was important to show off her body and make sure everyone knew just how virile Bill must be to have her.

To have them. Paige looked over to where Nicole clung to his other arm, resplendent in her black sable coat. The raven-haired girl was using her free hand to adjust her matching black fur hat as she smiled at the onlookers. Paige sighed as she drank in Nicole’s elegant beauty.

But there would be time to stare at Nicole later, Paige reminded herself. Adjusting her ermine hat—a perfect match for her own coat, naturally—Paige waved to the crowd, smiling and being sure to turn her body so everyone got a tantalizing look at the round tops of her tits. The cold air on her skin had stiffened her nipples. Her clitoris was also erect, but that was another matter. The tree-lighting signified the end of the bank’s annual holiday festival, which meant that Bill would be taking them back to the car soon, which meant... Her pussy clenched in anticipation.

Sure enough, after a few more moments spent waving to the crowd, Bill turned to walk off the makeshift stage, saying goodbye to the bank’s senior officers as he did so. Paige and Nicole followed, one on either side of him, bracketing him like decorative ornaments. Paige felt warm inside as she thought of how pretty she and Nicole must have looked flanking Bill.

They had just reached the ground level and were turning toward the street and the waiting limo when a smartly-dressed young woman holding a microphone stepped in front of them. “Mr. Sinclair! Joyce Seaver, Channel Eight News. Would you mind answering a few questions, sir?” A man with a TV camera had materialized behind her. Paige found herself growing angry. Bill was a powerful, important man who had better things to do than answer some silly girl’s questions.

Bill stopped. “Well, it’s late and normally I’d really just want to get home. But in the spirit of the season, why not?” Paige grinned, looking at Bill. He was such a wonderful man. Always so generous.

After the first time the three of them had had sex, Bill had taken over paying the rent and utilities on Paige and Nicole’s apartment, insisting that the girls move in permanently. He’d even bought them a new bed, a huge round model large enough to accommodate the three of them in comfort. Best of all, the bed was covered in fur. Paige and Nicole had spent countless hours just lying in the bed, wrapping themselves in the soft, musky fur.

During the day, the girls frequently went shopping together, looking for new clothes they thought Bill might like. Bill, being the generous man he was, always paid their credit-card bills. Of course, Paige and Nicole made sure to always co-ordinate their purchases. They were a matched set, after all.

When they weren’t shopping, they were most often exercising. They went jogging together in the park quite often; the girls had found that it took quite a bit of stamina to keep up with Bill in bed. And they spent a good deal of time at the local gym, keeping their bodies fit and trim. It was important to look good next to Bill. Speaking of which... Paige put on her most dazzling smile, turning to face the camera as she clung tightly to Bill’s arm.

“Mr. Sinclair,” the reporter began, “do you really think it’s appropriate for a man of your age and position in the community to be running around with multiple young women?” Paige bristled again. How dare this bitch talk to Bill like that!

But Bill responded quickly and smoothly. “Miss Seaver, it’s true that I’m an old man. All the more reason for me to sample life’s pleasures before it’s too late. And I happen to enjoy beautiful things,” he said, placing one arm around each girl’s shoulders. Paige sighed and beamed at him. She was so happy bringing pleasure to Bill. The newsgirl seemed visibly perturbed at Paige’s display of pleasure, which made Paige even happier.

“And just what does your wife think of all this?” the reporter fired back. “Is it true that she filed for a divorce?”

Bill smiled. “She did, but we’ve since reconciled. My wife and I understand each other perfectly. And before you ask, we’re still very much in love. You should see the mink coat I got her last month for her birthday. She absolutely adores it.” Paige sighed again. So generous.

“And you, miss,” the girl said, turning her attention to Paige. “Do you really enjoy being nothing more than a toy for this man?”

“I’m not a toy!” Paige snapped. “I’m... I’m...” She looked at Bill. “I’m a bimbo. Bill’s bimbo.”

Bill smiled at her, and Paige felt her anger fading. “That’s right, honey. You’re my bimbo.” Paige turned back to face the newsgirl, glowing triumphantly. “And now,” Bill continued, “if you’ll excuse us, Miss Seaver, I believe we’ve given you enough of our time.”

His arms around the girls’ shoulders, Bill walked past the young reporter to the waiting limo. The driver held the door open as Bill helped first Nicole, then Paige inside. There were still people watching, so Paige made sure to position herself so that her long, sleek legs were exposed to view as she stepped into the limo. She wanted all the men to see her legs and fantasize about what lay between them. They’d know that Bill was going to get to have his way with her pussy, as well as Nicole’s, and they’d be just insanely jealous. Paige grinned as she took a seat next to Nicole.

The door closed behind them, affording the girls a brief moment alone while Bill walked around to the other side of the car. The two gazed rapturously into each other’s eyes. Paige admired Nicole’s beauty and grace, knowing how well it complemented her own. Like two matching trophies, Paige thought, leaning forward to kiss her roommate.

In the evenings, after long days of shopping or exercising, Paige and Nicole fucked. Bill couldn’t spend every night with them, of course. He was a powerful, important man, with other responsibilities—a large bank to run, a wife, and even another mistress or two. When he was away, it was up to Paige and Nicole to amuse themselves.

And amuse themselves they did. The girls never got tired of exploring the curves of each other’s bodies, each knowing that the other’s beauty was a reflection of her own. The girls would stand together in front of the bedroom mirror, trying on different outfits and striking sexy poses, trying to figure out what Bill would like best. Eventually, they’d yield to their own passion and fall onto the bed, their perfectly matched bodies intertwining as they sought out each others’ sensitive spots.

But their passion for each other paled by comparison to their love for Bill. The girls broke their kiss as Bill climbed into the limo, settling himself on the leather seat at the opposite end of the compartment from Paige and Nicole, his cel phone pressed to one ear.

“Channel Eight... Jackson still owns it, right?... Yes, I thought so. Well, call him up and remind him exactly how much it cost to buy that station, and remind him where the financing came from. Remind him how difficult it’ll be for him to refinance if we decide to pull the carpet out from under him. Then suggest to him that perhaps it’s not a good policy to allow young reporters to do ambush interviews at a Christmas photo op. Suggest to him that it might be a good idea to make an example of Miss Seaver by bouncing her out to Idaho and letting her interview potatoes.”

Paige felt her pussy clench again at his words. The bitch was going to get what she deserved. It was so wonderful to belong to a rich, powerful man like Bill who would take care of you like that. “Understand? Good.” He folded up the phone and put it in his suit pocket. “Now then, girls, let’s get comfortable. I’d like to inspect my art.”

Smiling, Paige and Nicole reached out to remove each other’s coats. They’d spent hours trying to decide what to wear, and in fact hadn’t come to a decision until the limo had arrived to pick them up and bring them downtown to meet Bill at the festival. Giggling, they opened their coats and turned to face Bill. His eyebrows shot up, eliciting another round of titters from the girls. “You naughty, naughty girls,” he said, shaking his head and smiling.

Paige looked up and down Nicole’s nubile body, naked except for the black high heels and the fur hat. The idea had been born of desperation—they’d been unable to settle on outfits, and they knew Bill wouldn’t approve of them being late. So they’d worn nothing but their fur coats. Nicole had apparently felt the cold just as much as Paige had, judging from the posture of her nipples. Paige idly rubbed one of the brunette’s erect buds with her thumb and forefinger, drawing a gasp from her roommate.

But there would be enough time for that later. The girls laid their coats out on the floor of the limo and knelt on them, their knees spread to show off their tattoos. Bill grinned and began issuing instructions. “Turn a little toward each other, girls... Move a little closer... Yes, that’s it...” Paige and Nicole obeyed each instruction eagerly, positioning themselves as Bill commanded. Paige felt her pussy grow moist as she posed with Nicole.

And finally, Bill stopped. The girls were still kneeling on the furs, their knees spread to expose their tattoos to Bill. Their bodies were turned slightly toward each other, the arms away from Bill resting on each other’s flanks. Paige’s free hand was caressing the underside of Nicole’s tit while Nicole reached across to cup Paige’s crotch. Eyes closed, the girls faced each other, their tongues extended and barely touching.

Nude except for their fur hats and high heels, the girls held their position. Paige’s chest heaved as she fought to control herself. Even though her eyes were closed, she could practically feel Bill admiring their gorgeous bodies. She loved it when Bill did this. “Exquisite,” he said at last. “Still life in black and white.” Paige swooned at his words. Art. She was a work of art.

“All right, girls,” Bill said at last, “You’ve earned your reward. Time for some fun.” Paige and Nicole squealed in delight, scrambling forward to position themselves between Bill’s spread legs. They scrambled to unzip his pants, allowing his magnificent, rock-hard cock to spring free. By unspoken agreement, Paige held back and let Nicole take Bill’s manhood into her mouth. Paige had gotten to suck Bill off last time, and the girls were scrupulously fair about such things.

Paige watched in fascination as Nicole began taking long, slow strokes on Bill’s cock, her shiny red lips sliding smoothly up and down the swollen phallus. Paige brushed her roommate’s thick, jet-black hair out of the way so that Bill could have an unobstructed view of her blowjob, gently combing the shiny black strands with her fingers. Once she was confident Nicole had a good rhythm going, Paige leaned forward and began licking the base of Bill’s shaft, occasionally pausing to suck his deliciously sweaty balls.

The girls took turns on Bill’s cock, alternately taking his manhood into their mouths and stroking it with their skilled tongues. Hours of practice with various dildoes had honed their techniques to perfection. Using their talented mouths, Paige and Nicole were capable of bringing hours of pleasure to Bill, keeping his magnificent cock rock-hard without pushing him over the edge into orgasm.

In this case, however, only half an hour was required before Bill climbed down off the leather seat. Paige and Nicole embraced him, three mouths meeting in a deliciously wet kiss as the nubile bodies of the two oversexed young women pressed against the bank president’s still-muscular frame. Purring and groaning, the two beauties smoothly but swiftly removed his remaining clothes. Paige felt Bill’s hand stroking her flank, sliding up to caress one firm tit. She groaned as he pinched her erect nipple.

Paige felt Bill’s hands applying gentle pressure, and instinctively fell to her hands and knees, presenting her ass to him. She knew what he wanted, and looked back over her shoulder to see him positioning himself behind her while Nicole continued to kiss and caress his body, one hand stroking Bill’s erect cock. Paige held her breath as Bill moved forward, Nicole’s hand guiding his cock.

Paige shrieked as she felt him enter her, an orgasm crashing through her tingling body. She was so happy it was her turn to go first. This, too, was a rule the girls enforced strictly between themselves; Nicole had gotten first crack at blowing Bill, so Paige was the first to get her pussy filled.

Her sex-hungry body took over almost automatically, the muscles of her pussy squeezing Bill’s cock as he began to take long strokes in and out of her dripping wet snatch. The first fuck was the best. Sure, the second one lasted longer, and was usually more sensuous. But Bill always came harder the first time, and the feel of his jism in her pussy meant more to Paige than any amount of “sensuality.” Bill’s spunk was the reward she craved, the tangible evidence of just how sexy this powerful man found her, the physical proof of her value to him. Fuck sensuality. Paige wanted Bill’s come in her cunt.

She felt Nicole’s tongue on the lips of her pussy, tickling her clit and stroking her sensitive labia, reminding her of the tattoo she wore. “Bimbo,” she gasped, working her hips back against Bill’s thrusts. “I’m a bimbo.”

Bill chuckled behind her. “That’s right, honey,” he said, one hand stroking her ass as he continued to fuck her. “You’re my little bimbo.” Paige shuddered with her second orgasm of the night.

Half an hour and countless orgasms later, Paige finally received the reward she craved. By this time, her shoulders had fallen to the fur-covered floor, her ass pointing firmly upward as Bill’s cock pounded down into her, each thrust pressing her face against the soft, rich fur. Paige screamed in ecstasy as she felt Bill shudder inside her, his cock spasming inside her tight pussy. Her body shook as he shot his load, sending wad after wad of thick, juicy man-cream spurting into her trembling pussy.

She felt Bill withdraw and slumped to the ground, exhausted but ecstatic. Bill’s cock was quickly replaced by Nicole’s tongue, lapping up the jism dripping from Paige’s pussy. Soon, Bill would want to fuck Nicole, after which Paige would do the cleaning. Returning favors came with being part of a matched set.

For now though, Page lay on the floor, shaking with pleasure as Nicole tongued her snatch clean. She buried her head in the soft fur coat underneath her, breathing in its musky odor, sighing happily.

It was so wonderful to belong.

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