The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Tracy reveled in the sensation of Manda cleaning her brother’s cum from the confines of her well-used pussy. Across the room, Suzy cleaned the other part of their pairing from his deflating shaft.

The four of them had been at it for hours, stopping only due to thirst. After Tracy and Manda had thoroughly fucked Joe, Manda’s overprotective brother, the three of them walked to the apartment next door to find Suzy and bring some renewed vigor to their depraved orgy. A good time was had by the trio of women, as well as by the luckiest guy in the Aspen Mount Apartment complex.

As Manda began to fall out of consciousness from exhaustion, Tracy remembered she had a big day ahead of her in the morning. And with her new subliminal, “Sex for Success,” still rattling around in her brain, she knew she could make a big difference in other people’s’ lives. Her eyes heavy from a long day of more sex than she previously thought possible, she fell into a peaceful sleep.

A woman walked past the receptionist at Dunston and Furst at Law. Callie had no idea who the lady was, and chased after her.

“Excuse me, ma’am, you can’t just go in there.”

The woman turned, slowly pivoting on the toe of her right foot, bringing Callie’s attention to the woman’s shoes. The tell, red heels accentuated her calves. The smooth legs gave rise to a pair of creamy thighs. The red mini-skirt covered only as much as it could, with a plump ass pushing the material to it’s limits. The white, almost see-through blouse did nothing to hide the fact that the woman wasn’t wearing a bra. The woman’s nipples looked as if they could tear through the sheer material. But with the top few buttons undone, there was plenty of freedom for the lady’s breasts. Her hair was worthy of a movie or shampoo commercial, light brown with blond highlights, curls in each strand, not a dull hair in sight. The huge sunglasses kid her eyes, but the deep red lipstick indicated that this was the face of someone with a purpose, and that purpose was to look better than anyone else around her. Callie was instantly intimidated by the extreme beauty of the woman before her.

“Callie, bring me a coffee with sugar and cream, then bring in any messages you have for me. Thanks, darling.”

Callie stood in awe as the woman walked down the hall, and hung a right at Tracy Stone’s office. After the intense woman disappeared, Callie cleared her mind and decided to confront her again. The woman had no right to walk past reception, let alone go into Tracy’s office for no reason. But when Callie rounded the corner of Tracy’s office, she found the woman sitting at the desk, legs on the surface, skirt barely covering the woman’s assets. She had removed her sunglasses. Callie thought she looked vaguely familiar for a moment, and then it dawned on her who she was looking at.

“Tracy? Is that you?”

“Yes, Callie darling, are you ready with my coffee?”

Callie blinked in silence.

“I take it that’s a no?”

Callie stared. “Um, yes. I mean no. I mean yes, it’s a no. Let me go get your coffee,” she said as she slipped away.

Tracy Stone licked her lips. She could see why Matt had hired her. She looked... delicious.

Callie came back, coffee in one shaking hand and a couple pink notes in the other. She set it down on the desk.

“Thanks, sweetness, you’re the best.”

“Tracy, what happened to you?” Callie sat in the chair facing Tracy’s desk.

“Callie, what ever do you mean?”

“Tracy, you’re... you’re... gorgeous!”

“Why thank you, sweet Callie. You know, you’re absolutely stunning yourself. What I wouldn’t give to... well, soon, I hope.”

Callie felt a butterfly inside her. Here was this geek turned goddess telling her she was stunning! How flattering, she thought.

“Callie, I decided it was fine time for me to dress like the woman I’ve always been inside. I recently came across some self-help audios that have boosted my confidence. I could help you, too, if you’d like. But first, what are my messages?”

Callie swallowed. Hard.

“Nothing much, a confirmation of the meeting with Matt and the Petersons for 11AM, and you’re one-on-one with Mr. Furst at 1PM. Oh, and you have a new client that Matt wants you to feel out—a Mr. Allister, who’s waiting for you in the client lounge. Sorry, Matt didn’t call me about it until first thing this morning.”

“Sure, that would be like Matt, wouldn’t it? But no big deal, I’ll gladly go feel up Mr. Allister once I’m done with my coffee.”

“OK then.” Callie stood up. Had Tracy said “feel up?” she wondered.

“Oh, and Callie?”

“Yes, Tracy?” said Callie, looking back.

“I meant it when I said you were stunning. I’ve always envied you in those tight shirts that show off those wonderful tits of yours. If you want that shot of confidence from my self-help audios, I can squeeze you in between Mr. Allister and Mr. Furst.”

“Sure, that would be great!” Callie pondered for a moment as she rounded the door and into the hall. Did Tracy compliment her tits? She shook her head. She must have heard her wrong.

Mr. Allister was starting to nod off. The man was tired of waiting for his initial interview with the mediator. The prick was making him wait. If Henry Dunston wasn’t one of his best golfing buddies, he wouldn’t have bothered with his suggestion to meet with his so-called ace mediator. If nothing else, he reasoned, the mediator’s rates would be much better than Henry’s lawyer rates. If it would help him find a way to avoid being taken to the cleaners by his soon-to-be ex- wife, then it was worth the cost.

He was surpised, however, when the most beautiful woman walked through the door instead of the “ace” Matt Turner. He thought to himself, fuck Matt Turner, fuck Henry Dunston and his lawyer sidekick, fuck his wife, and goddamn, fuck this gorgeous woman to pieces! He quickly realized his perversion and shook it from his mind.

“Hello, James Allister, my name is Tracy Stone.” The graying man had the air of someone who was losing control of his world, but maintaining the illusion that he was in charge. The open mouth he sported when Tracy walked in was almost as noticeable as the slightly growing bulge in his pants.

“Hello Ms. Stone. It’s my pleasure!”

“Perhaps.” Tracy smiled.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but Hen- er, Mr. Dunston told me I’d be meeting with a Mr. Turner. Not that I’m complaining, mind you, but he’s supposedly the best.”

“No worries, Mr. Allister, Mr. Turner wanted me to... feel you out for him. It’s customary for the apprentice to fill in for the master when needed.”

“Again, I’m not complaining.”

“Understood, Mr. Allister.”

Tracy walked around to the other side of the conference table, right where Jame Allister sat, and plopped her ass on the table. She made sure there was just enough leg showing to draw the man’s attention, and enough hint of the promise of her precious pussy to keep the man hoping.

Mr. Allister looked as if he could pass out. Tracy opened her legs slightly.

“So, Mr. Allister, I’m going to ask you some questions to determine your position in this matter.”

“OK,” said the man, swallowing.

“First, how many partners have you been with while married to your wife?”

“Wow, right to the meat of things, eh?” James blinked several times. “In all confidence to you and your law firm, I’ve been with at least four women in the last year of my marriage. I was dutifully dedicated to my wife, Beatrice, before that.”

“And what prompted your affairs?”

“Well, I’m sure that my wife is having an affair, too. I think it’s been going on for some time. I just don’t know who it is.”

“It says in my initial notes from Mr. Dunston that you have a modest fortune? And that you had a prenuptial agreement signed before marriage?”

“Yes, both true. My family was in shipping, back in my grandfather’s day. Today, we own a lot more than shipping. Business isn’t big, but it’s relatively lucrative. Because of my money, my father forced me to have Beatrice sign a prenup before marriage. However, she never told me she had an filthy rich aunt who loved her so much that Beatrice was the only benefactor of her aunt’s will. Now she has much more money than I ever had, and with the economy the way it is, I’m... well, let’s just say it’s in my best interest to seek some of my wife’s money. But for some stupid reason, Henry—Mr. Dunston—insisted that I try to work things out with my wife before going through with divorce.”

“Good, good, good, Mr. Allister. Now tell me something. Tell me about the women you’ve been fu- er, having an affair with.”

“I don’t see why that would be important, Miss.”

“Please, just call me Tracy. And it’s important if we’re to help mediate your case.”

James Allister looked to the window, uncomfortable about this line of questioning, yet enthralled by the woman before him. Taking a deep breath, he continued:

“It started with Li. She was our au pair for the past year or so. Miss- Tracy, you have to understand something... I was emotionally and physically devoted to my wife until I was sure that she was having an affair. She would leave at odd times, come back late, and smell of intercourse. I hadn’t so much as looked at another woman until I had felt betrayed. Li was good looking—very attractive—but more than anything, she was receptive to my advanced. With those two things in play, it wasn’t hard to stray from my marriage.

“My relationship with Li lasted a few months, until Beatrice found out about our affair and fired her. I haven’t seen her since. After that, I had sex with a few other women. I missed my companionship with Li, and tried to find someone like her. I’m embarrassed to say, but I really don’t know their names. They were... er, hired. And nothing like my sweet Li.”

Tracy’s interest was piqued. Mr. Allister had resorted to whoring around. Plus, it sounded like he had feelings for his au pair. And it was apparently keeping him excited, given the still- noticeable bulge in his pants.

“Mr. Allister. Can I call you James?”

“A little out of the ordinary, but that would be acceptable. In private.”

“James,” Tracy whispered. She placed her hand on his bulging crotch. “I understand. You had a good thing going with this Li, and when she was gone, you couldn’t help but use what resources were available.”

James gulped. “Miss Tracy, this is-”

Tracy slid off the table, letting her skirt pull up around her waist in the process.

“James, I’m no Li. But I assure you, I can be filled in just as easily.”

James Allister noticed that the woman wasn’t wearing any panties under her skirt. What little resolve he had left went to the side, along with the last pocket of flaccidity in his dick. Tracy quickly dropped to her knees, found the man’s zipper, and was fishing out his hard cock from inside his underwear.

James caught himself holding his breath, unsure of how to react, but the moment Tracy’s mouth engulfed his hardness, he couldn’t help but let out a great sigh.

He looked down to the mass of brown and blond hair that had started bobbing up and down his cock. Damn, he though to himself, this woman can take me all the way. Li could never do that. James felt a little sad that it wasn’t Li sucking him off. Inside, he knew he had fallen in love with the 21-year-old Chinese girl. The sex was good, but the companionship was better. His wife’s apparent infidelity had torn him up inside. He had loved his wife. Her sneaking around had broken a part of his heart, and Li had been there to repair it. James secretly wished he could have had the best of both worlds—stay married to Beatrice, and find solace in Li. But it wasn’t meant to be, apparently. His life was forever turned upside-down. And now his balls were ready to turn inside-out.

Tracy slowed down, licking around the underside of his throbbing head. Without saying a word, Tracy stood up, straddled his body in the chair, and descended her wet pussy onto his hardness. James once again let out a long sigh.

Tracy hopped up and down on his shaft. “Fuuuucccckkkk....” she whispered.

James was breathing heavily now. The sight of the beautiful Tracy fucking him in his buddy’s law firm office was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. It didn’t take long until he was again ready to pop.

“Tracy, I’m going to ejaculate.” Tracy giggled. James was not very interested in creating a complication in his life. Sensing his distress, Tracy pulled off of him. She leaped to the floor, grabbed his glistening dick, and started pumping away. In moments, rope after rope of cum was splashing into Tracy’s face and hair. James fell back into the chair, spent.

Tracy did her best to scoop the rich man’s cum into her mouth. She felt it was not only practical, but delicious at the same time.

“Tell me, James. What do you want? Do you want a life with your wife, or do you want a new life with Li?”

James found the power to admit his answer. “Both. I want both. I love Beatrice, still. And I love Li. I wish I could have the best of both worlds. I hate cheating on my wife, but I’m in love with both of them. I wish I could just go back to before things went south.”

“James, what if I told you I could help you accomplish this?”

“I’d consider you crazy.”

“Well, I do have a way. Do you trust me?”

“After what you just did for me, I probably trust you more than I should.”

“I can help you out of your situation. But it’s going to take a little time. And some money. But I promise results.”

“Tracy, whatever you need, I’ll help you with it.”

“Do you have a credit card I could use for a few days?”

James was quick to pull out his wallet.