The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Claire answered the phone in our dorm room. “Hello,” she said and she waited for the person on the other end of the line to speak.

“You want to speak to Heather. Hold on. I’ll see if she’s available,” and with that, she hung up the phone.

She turned and looked back at me. “There’s someone on the phone that wants to speak to you,” she said.

I looked at the phone and then I looked back at Claire. “Cute,” I said.

“What?”

“Kind of hard for me to speak on the phone when you just hung it up.”

“What?” she asked in a faked innocence. “Oh my God. Did I do that? How silly of me?”

“Come on, Claire.”

“Come on what?”

“You know that wasn’t an accident.”

“So?”

“So knock it off.”

“Or what?”

I held back on what I really wanted to say. “Or nothing,” I said. “I know you’re mad at me but just knock it off.”

“Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you? I mean other than the fact that you slept with my dad. Why would I be mad at you?”

“I didn’t sleep with your dad.”

“Oh that’s right. I keep forgetting. You didn’t sleep with my dad. You just let him fuck your brains out.”

Okay when she put it that way, even I had to admit it sounded kind of bad but Claire just didn’t understand.

“What’s the matter?” Claire spat out at me. “No snappy retort for that? I’m curious. How many of your friends’ dads have you slept with?”

“I didn’t sleep with anyone.”

“Oh yeah. That’s right. How many of your friends’ dads have you let fuck you?”

I didn’t say anything.

“Because I’m just curious,” Claire said. “I just want to know just how big of a slut you really are.”

“I’m not a slut,” I protested.

“Could have fooled me ... slut.”

Again, I said nothing.

“What’s the matter. Cat got your tongue ... slut?”

“I don’t have to listen to this,” I said as I went to pick up my jacket.

“No, don’t go,” Claire said. “You might miss all your trashy boyfriends calling in to find out where you are.”

“I’m sure you can answer the phone just fine even without me here,” I told her.

“I suppose I could but what should I tell them?”

“You can tell them whatever you want,” I said, “but then you already know that.”

“Come back here,” Claire screamed. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Maybe not, but I’m done with you.”

Claire was still yelling at me even as I closed the door to the room.

To be honest, I had no idea where the heck I was going. All I knew was I wanted to get away from there. In hindsight, perhaps that wasn’t the best of ideas because Claire was blazing mad but then I didn’t know exactly how far she would go when she was mad. On the other hand, if I’d been there with her, it would have been kind of awkward when the call did come in.

I’d been walking for about fifteen minutes when my cell phone rang. In fact, I was starting to wonder if maybe I should head on back. Of course, it wasn’t like I really expected Claire to have calmed down. Hell, I wouldn’t be calm if I were in her shoes, but still, I did need to go back eventually, but as I said, that was when the call came in and when the call came in, that call changed everything.

It was from a number that I didn’t recognize. In fact, when I saw it, I almost skipped the call, but I decided what the heck. It was easier to answer a call from some unknown caller than it was to head back to the dorms and face an irate Claire.

“Hello?” I said.

“Is this Heather?” a male voice asked.

The man’s voice sounded familiar but I just couldn’t seem to place it. “This is Heather,” I told the voice.

“You’re a hard person to get a hold of,” the voice said. “This is Bill. Bill Bixley.”

Of course. Now that he’d identified himself, now I recognized the voice of my roommate’s dad. “Hey, Bill,” I said. “What’s up?”

“I’d like to see you,” he said.

“Do you think that’s wise?” I asked. “I mean, after what happened ...”

“That won’t be a problem anymore.”

“It won’t?”

“No, it won’t. Listen, I’d like to see you.”

“I’m not back at my room,” I said, “and last time I looked, Claire was there.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m just walking around,” I told him. “Claire got pissed off at me.”

I thought I heard him chuckle at that. “Yeah, well she can be that way. Where are you?”

“About five blocks from home.”

“How about I pick you up in five minutes.”

“You’re in the area?”

“Yeah. I’m in the area.”

“Okay,” I agreed. “I’m near the corner of Waverly and Buck. I can meet you there in five minutes.”

“Five minutes it is,” he said and with that, the line went dead.

I suppose one might ask why with Claire acting the way she was, why I was agreeing to meet her father again. I suppose I’d have to say there were two reasons. The first I suppose was rather obvious. I loved it when Bill used my body and I was rather hoping that he’d use my body again and perhaps the other reason was just as obvious. With Claire acting the way she was acting, there was a part of me that wanted to let her dad fuck me, just to get back at her.

It wasn’t as quick as five minutes but it couldn’t have been as long as fifteen before Bill’s car pulled up at the curb. He rolled down the passenger’s window and he looked over at me. “Get in,” he said.

I couldn’t help feeling like I was some kind of a slut just standing there on a street corner, just waiting for some guy to drive up and offer to fuck me. I couldn’t help feeling that way and I couldn’t help liking feeling the way I felt.

I hopped in the car and Bill drove us away. It wasn’t that long though before he was pulling into the parking lot of an apartment complex that wasn’t all that far away from mine.

I looked around. “Where are we?” I asked.

“My new place,” he said.

“Your what?”

“Jean kicked me out,” he said.

“Oh my God. I am so sorry.”

“Yeah well Claire just kind of freaked out when she saw you and me together. She just couldn’t help herself. She had to tell her mother and then it was her mother’s turn to freak out.”

“Oh my God.”

“Yeah well that that’s what happened.”

“Oh my God. This is all my fault.”

Bill shook his head. “It wasn’t your fault. It was mine. I could have stopped it if I wanted to.”

“But your marriage—”

“You think you broke up my marriage? That’s pretty presumptuous of you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You were just the last straw but you can help me.”

“How?”

“Turn around.”

“What?”

“I told you. Turn around.”

I didn’t think about why Bill was asking me to do it. I just did what he wanted me to do. I turned around.

I felt a hand on my ass and then he was pulling my skirt up and once more, I felt his hands on my ass. “This is what I want,” he said.

I knew I shouldn’t like it but I did.

I couldn’t see him but I had an idea he was grinning. “That’s what I like about you, Heather. You’re always ready to fuck.”

“Always,” I moaned and then I realized what I’d said. I hadn’t meant to say it like that. I sounded so ... so wanton, but in a way, that was exactly the way I was.

“Should we see how ready you are?”

I wanted to tell him yes but I was scared. I knew I wasn’t supposed to do that. I mean, he’d just left his wife, and here I was wanting him to fuck me.

“I think we should see how ready you are,” and that’s when I felt it. He was ripping my tights and I couldn’t help but gasp when he did that. I loved it when he ripped my tights.

“I think you like this,” he said.

Of course I liked it. I could feel him bringing cock up between my legs but of course, he wasn’t going to stop there. I couldn’t help but moan as he pushed his way into me. Oh God, that was good.

His hands were on my hips as he drove himself into me. “Oh fuck,” I moaned. “Oh fuck.”

“You know, I think I’m going to like this,” he said.

It took me a moment to register what he’d said. “What?” I groaned as his cock continued to fuck me.

“I think I’m going to enjoy being a bachelor.”

I was going to enjoy it, too, I realized. As long as he kept fucking me like this, oh geez, I was going to enjoy it, too.

“Are you ready?”

Ready for what, I wanted to ask, but he answered that even before I could get the words out of my mouth.

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned and then he groaned again and I knew exactly what he was doing. Oh geez, he was filling me up. Oh geez. He was filling me so good.

It was some time later and we’d cleaned ourselves up. My tights were still ripped, of course, but that couldn’t be helped, and still, there was one thing I needed to ask.

“What do you want me to tell Claire?” I asked.

“About what?”

“Does she even know you’re here?”

“Hell no. Not unless her mother told her.”

“So do you want me to tell her?”

“Hell no.”

“No?”

Bill shook his head. “You tell her, and she’d probably just come around here trying to act all concerned when what she’d really be doing would be spying for her mom.”

He was probably right about that, I realized.

“Don’t tell her nothing,” Bill told me. “As far as you’re concerned, you don’t know where I am any more than she does.”

I could handle that.

“On the other hand ...”

“What?”

“On the other hand, now that I know how to reach you, I think you can expect a whole lot more calls from me.”

“Please do,” I told him. “I want you to call me,” I said. “I want you to call me a lot.”

Bill dropped me off close to the dorms. Not too close of course, because we didn’t want Claire to see him and from there, I walked back to the room.

Claire looked up when I walked in and I knew what she was thinking. She wanted to know where I’d been, but she didn’t want to ask because then it would sound like she was curious and she didn’t want me to know that she was wondering where I’d been. Fortunately for her, I wasn’t going to make her wonder. I just pulled up my skirt and I looked down at myself. “Would you look at this,” I said. “I ripped my tights again.”

She looked at me and then I saw her look away in disgust and I couldn’t help but smile to myself. Even if she didn’t know the whole story, she knew what I’d been doing.

I should have known Claire had it in for me but even if I had, I’m not sure I could have done anything about it.

There was a rumor that someone on campus was fucking Professor Henderson. Guy Henderson was a teacher in the poli-sci department and I know for a fact I wasn’t the only girl on campus that found Guy Henderson hot so when the rumors started to fly, everyone seemed to wonder who it was, and when Guy Henderson was summarily removed from his teaching duties, that just seemed to confirm it. Something was definitely amiss.

There was one thing I was certain of. No matter how much I wouldn’t have minded being the one, whoever it was who’d been fucking Professor Henderson, it most certainly wasn’t me.

Believe it or not, even with Bill having his own place, Bill still made regular trips to the dorm room to visit me and I loved it when he did it.

We never talked about why he did it or even if he liked it or not because to be honest, we had better things to do and in case you’re wondering, those better things usually started with Bill ripping his way into my tights and usually ended with him cumming between my legs.

I think for me, part of it was the daringness of it. I mean, even if I knew Claire was in class and even if I knew she couldn’t possibly come home, there was always the chance that she could and I almost think I found myself wishing that she would, wishing that she’d come home and catch us with her dad’s cock buried deep between my legs but like I said, Bill and me never talked about why he still came on over. I just knew I loved it when he did.

Of course, it wasn’t like I didn’t go over to his place plenty of times, too.

The first few times I went over there, I gave Bill a call. At first, it was like I couldn’t even make the call from my dorm room because I didn’t want to get Bill in trouble so I’d have to step out of the room so there was no chance Claire would know.

The weird thing was I’m not sure Bill cared. I mean he wanted to fuck me. I was sure about that, but I’m just not sure he cared whether his daughter knew about it or not.

But I cared.

Still, it was a pain to have to step out of the room just so I could call Bill so I’d wait until she left. It wasn’t that hard to do. I don’t think she wanted to be around me all that much so she’d be in a study session somewhere or she’d be over at a friend’s room so there were plenty of times when I could call when I was alone.

It was funny because Bill would always ask the same thing. “Are you alone?”

“Of course,” I’d tell him.

And then he’d always say the very same thing. “You want me to come over.”

“Bill!” I’d say.

“What?”

“She’s not home right now.”

“So?”

“So she might come home at any time.”

“Yeah, and I’ll bet that excites you, doesn’t it?”

Bill just knew me so well. It did excite me actually. I mean, Claire was so uptight that it was fun to tweak her just for the sake of doing it.

“So you want me to come over?” Bill would ask.

“I can’t,” I’d tell him.

“Yeah, but you know you want to.”

“I still can’t.”

“So what do you want to do?”

“Can I come over?”

“You want to come over here?”

“You know I do.”

“You think I’m decent?”

“I certainly hope not.”

That always got a chuckle out of him. “Well then, I suppose you ought to come on over. You want me to pick you up?”

“Bill!”

“What?”

“Someone might see.”

“So?”

“So I can get myself over there on my own.”

He’d just laugh again. “I knew you could,” he’d tell me and then he’d say something like he’d see me in fifteen minutes.

The first time I called him when Claire was in the room, I was so scared but the weird thing was he seemed to get it right away. “You’re not alone this time, are you?”

“No,” I answered.

“Is my daughter there?”

“Yes.”

“Can she hear us?”

“No.”

“Good. I’ll bet this excites you, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“So what do you want to do?”

“I want to come over.”

“Come on, Heather. You can do better than that.”

“What?”

“You know what you want me to do.”

“Yes.”

“Then say it.”

I almost said his name right then and there. It would have been so easy to blurt it out but I caught myself at the last moment. “I can’t,” I told him.

“Why? Is it because my daughter’s there?”

“Yes.”

“But that’s exactly why you should do it.”

“No.”

“Come on, Heather.”

“Don’t make me do it. Please.”

“You don’t get what you want until I get what I want.”

I knew Claire was watching me and in spite of myself, it was just so hot. I knew I shouldn’t do it but Bill was right. I really did want to do it.

“Come on, Heather. Say it.”

I couldn’t help myself. I just blurted it out. “I want you to fuck me.”

I could tell that Claire was disgusted but I didn’t care. “Come on, Heather, you can do better than that.”

“I can’t.”

“Sure you can. I know you want to and I know my daughter’s listening to me. All you have to do is talk dirty to me. All you have to do is tell me what you want me to do to you.”

I shouldn’t I told myself. I really shouldn’t.

“Come on, Heather.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I said and really, it just felt so good to say it. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so hard.”

“Is she listening?”

“Yes.”

“Then keep going.”

It was like once I got going, I just couldn’t stop myself.

“I want you to fuck me hard,” I said again. “I want you to fuck me with your big, hard cock. I want you to rip my tights. I want you to make me know whose girl I am. Can you do that for me, huh? Can you fuck me hard.”

On the other end of the line, I heard Bill chuckle. “That’s pretty good,” he said. “Is my daughter still listening?”

“Yep.”

“Is she pissed?”

“I’d say so,” I answered.

“Good. Maybe that will teach her to stop being so nosy.”

“Probably not,” I answered.

“Yeah, probably not. So you want to come on over?”

“Uh huh.”

Bill chuckled. “All right. Come on over then.”

I hung up the phone and saw Claire watching me. “So you’re going out to get yourself fucked again, are you?”

“Uh huh.”

“You really are a slut.”

“That’s so nice of you to say,” I said.

“I didn’t mean that as a compliment.”

“I know, but I took it that way anyway.”

“God. Don’t you even care about getting an education?”

“I’m doing just fine,” I told her. “I just don’t spend all my time with my nose in a book, unlike some people I know.”

“Hmmph.”

It wasn’t long before Bill gave me the key to his apartment. I didn’t have to call, he told me. I could come over whenever I wanted.

But what if he was here with someone, I asked.

Don’t worry about it, he told me.

Don’t worry about it?! What the hell was that supposed to mean? Did he want me to come over and catch him with some girl. I mean hey, here he was in a college town. I couldn’t be the only girl around, but whatever the case, he gave me his key.

But Bill giving me his key wasn’t the only interesting thing going on around campus.

Whatever was going on with Professor Henderson, apparently they had him good because the word around campus was they were going to fire him. I mean, the campus officials, they weren’t saying anything but the rumor mill said he was already a goner but the new news was that whoever the girl was, apparently she’d been trying to blackmail him.

The poor schmuck. Fuck. He just needed to find the right girl to sleep with. Hell, I would have slept with him in an instant if he’d asked me and he wouldn’t have had to worry about me blackmailing him.

And attendance was down in the Professor Henderson’s course and I didn’t know why. Did people think that just because the professor wasn’t teaching the course that the grade wasn’t going to count? I certainly wasn’t thinking that way. Grades are grades and they count just as much no matter who gives them to you.

Maybe it was because of the lower attendance that I actually noticed him. He was an older student like I don’t know, maybe 25 or 26. Heck, maybe a little older than that. I don’t know. I guess I had him pegged as a grad student. Maybe a Teaching Assistant or something. I just didn’t know but I’d started to notice him because he always seemed to be sitting somewhere behind me. Maybe that was why I hadn’t noticed him before but once I did notice him, it was almost like a game. I kind of had this feeling like he was interested in me or something so I always made a point of trying to see where he was.

Okay, so he was interested in me and I was interested in him, too. I figured sooner or later, he’d make a move and I was trying to figure out how I was going to respond but the only thing was he never did make a move.

So maybe, I figured, maybe it was up to me. Try and get a little closer. Try and let him see a little something more. Maybe he was shy but I figured I could fix that.

And you know what happened?

Nothing. That’s what happened. He did absolutely nothing.

That’s when I figured I was going to have to make a move of my own because let me tell you, having a guy watch you like that, well, it’s enough to make a girl horny, and if you’re a girl like me, you want to do something when you feel like that.

Class had ended for the day and already I’d identified where my quarry was. I knew if I waited too long, he’d be gone before I got to him and if I moved too fast, there’d be too many people around so I took my time but I didn’t move too slow.

He was just getting out of his seat when I blocked his way. “Hi,” I said. “My name’s Heather. What’s yours?”

“W-what?”

A bit slow on the uptake there, I thought, but that wasn’t a problem for me. I just repeated what I’d said before. “My name’s Heather. What’s yours?”

“It’s, um, Ted. Ted Stevens.”

“Well, Ted, I can’t help but notice that you’ve been following me.”

“What? No. I haven’t been following you.”

“Oh come on, Ted. The past three weeks, you’ve been sitting behind me every week in class. It’s kind of obvious, you know.”

“But I haven’t—”

“It’s kind of obvious and it’s kind of hot, too. Did you know that, Ted?”

“I ... um ... I, I—”

“You um what, Ted?”

“I ... I don’t know what to say.”

“Did you know I’m not wearing any panties, Ted?”

The man shook his head.

“I never wear panties, Ted. I can’t stand them, and do you know why?”

Again, Ted shook his head.

“I don’t wear them because I can’t stand them but more than that, I don’t wear them because I want to be ready whenever I run into a big, strong man like you. Are you a big, strong man, Ted?”

“I ... I guess.”

“You guess? You don’t sound too sure of yourself. Maybe we should see what kind of a man you are.”

“H-how do you expect to do that?”

“You could come back to my dorm room with me.”

“Yeah, and then what?”

“Well, hopefully my roommate wouldn’t be there. She can be such a spoilsport you know, but you could bring me back to my room and then you could fuck me.”

“You’re serious?”

“Of course. So what do you say? Are you up to fucking some pussy?”

“What can I say?”

“You can say yes,” I said.

“Yeah, sure,” the man said. “I’m up for it.”

“Come on then. Let’s go.”

Ted still seemed reluctant but I wasn’t about to let him back out now. I took his hand and I pulled him along behind me. “Come on,” I said again. “Let’s go.”

He was still kind of reluctant and I thought I’d understood why. I thought I’d run into his type before, boys who wanted something but oftentimes got pushed out of the way by the more aggressive ones. Make no mistake about it. I had nothing against aggressive boys but I wasn’t against giving the other kind their shot, too.

Like I said though, it wasn’t so hard once I got Ted moving.

I took Ted back to my dorm room and I was glad to see that Claire wasn’t there. As skittish as Ted seemed to be, I thought for sure that if Claire was there, he’d probably bolt so it was just my luck that she wasn’t there.

I pushed Ted into a sitting position on my bed and I looked down at him. “Do you know what we’re going to do first?” I asked.

Ted shook his head.

I hiked my skirt up just a little which considering how short it was practically put my pussy on display. “Would you like to see what’s under here?” I asked.

Ted nodded.

“Yeah, I know you would,” I said, “but first, you’re going to have to show me what you got in there.”

“In where?” Ted asked.

I nodded at him. “You know what I mean. Come on now. Let’s see what you got inside there. Unzip your pants.”

I never really thought that Ted would bolt but for a moment there, it looked as if he might but then he unzipped his pants and he took out his cock.

“Oh Ted,” I gushed and it wasn’t just for show. What he had was definitely making me wet. “That’s quite impressive,” I said.

“Thanks.”

“Now I’ll bet you want to see what I have in here.”

Ted nodded and I grinned as I straddled his lap. “Well if you want to see what I have in here,” I said, “you’re going to have to pull my skirt the rest of the way up.”

Ted didn’t need any more direction than that and considering how short my script was and considering that it was already riding up already, it was pretty easy for him to take my skirt the rest of the way up.

“See,” I told him. “I never lie. No panties.”

He nodded.

“But if you want to get to my pussy, you’re going to have to get past my tights.”

Again, Ted nodded and he tried to pull my tights down but I wasn’t budging. “That’s not going to work,” I said.

Ted looked confused.

“You’re going to have to find some other way to get past my tights.”

Ted still looked confused.

“Come on. Big, strong man like you. Are you saying you can’t think of any way of getting past my tights?”

Ted shook his head.

“Look how sheer they are. If you could only think of some way of getting your way through those tights.”

“You want me to rip your tights?”

“I want you to do whatever you think is necessary.”

Ted looked at me and then he looked back at my pussy and I guess that was all it took. I felt his hands reach between my legs and then I felt it as his hands ripped my tights open.

There was nothing to keep his cock from my pussy now and Ted knew it. I felt his hands as they grabbed my ass and then he was pulling me down, pulling me down onto his cock and it felt so fucking good as I felt his cock enter me.

I couldn’t help but moan.

“God damn,” Ted moaned. “God damn. Your pussy feels so good.”

“I knew you’d like it.”

“Yeah,” he groaned as I stroked his cock inside me. “Fuck yeah.”

“You got such a big, fat cock,” I told him. “Are you going to cum for me?”

“Yeah,” the man groaned.

“Are you going to cum in my tight, little pussy. Are you going to fill me up with your cum.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh geez. I want you to. I want you to cum in my pussy.”

Almost as if on command, his cock did exactly what I wanted it to. He was cumming inside me and it did feel so very good.

“I told you you’d like that,” I said when he was done.

Ted nodded and I rolled off of him. “You know, when you’re ready,” I told him, “you can do me again.”

“I’m afraid that’s not going to happen.”

“Why?”

Ted pulled back and then he stood and he pushed his cock back into his pants and he looked down at me. “I’m sorry I have to do this,” he said.

I could feel the cum dripping out of my pussy. “Do what?” I asked.

“Do this,” he said again. “I’m with the Dean’s Office for Student Misconduct. You are under investigation for violation of this university’s code of conduct and a hearing will be set up where you can offer a defense but I have to tell you honestly that your chances do not look good. The penalty if you are found to have materially violated the university’s policies will most likely be expulsion.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What are you talking about?” I asked.

“Do you really want me to repeat it again?”

I shook my head. “Can you at least tell me what I’m being accused of?”

“Of course. The charges are blackmail and exercising undue influence over a teacher.”

“What?!”

“Blackmail and—”

“I heard you. This has something to do with Professor Henderson, doesn’t it?”

“It does.”

This was insane. Ted had to believe me. I wasn’t guilty of this. I couldn’t be kicked out of the university. I just couldn’t be. “I didn’t do anything,” I said. “I was just a student in his class.”

“That remains to be seen,” Ted said, “but as I said, your chances do not look good.”

I watched Ted go and even after he’d left, I found myself staring at the door through which he’d gone. How could this have happened, I wondered, and more to the point, how was I going to stop it from going forward.