The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The Additive—A Case History Part 3

Deborah was fuming because her morning appointment still hadn’t arrived, or even phoned, and it was now well into the afternoon. She’d hoped to have a little time to herself before her daughter and husband came home and she didn’t feel that waiting for a knock at the door counted as personal time.

She’d made good use of the waiting, though; she’d done several small cleaning and tidying jobs that would have otherwise gone forgotten. After almost a year in the new house, she was still dissatisfied with the decor. Nothing she did, or added, seemed to take away the bare and bland appearance typical of brand new homes. Deborah (“don’t call me Debbie”) liked to think of herself as an artist, and it gave her continued irritation that she couldn’t turn the house into a personal statement, if not a quirky showpiece.

She’d really never lived or worked as an artist, but it had been her major in college. She had married Ron not too long after graduating, and became pregnant with Kelly quite soon after that. During her darker moods she had to force herself not to blame them. Her youth seemed to be slipping away quickly, and she saw the results of her decreasing dedication to art. Her new home had been a gift from Ron, an attempt on his part to give her a creative domain. Most of the time it simply mocked her with its resistance to any attempt at aesthetic distinction.

For a while, her home and family had consumed her time, so she’d been able to justify putting the art on the back burner. Now that Kelly had become older and more independent, and Ron had become busier at work, it left Deborah plenty of time to fret about spurning artistic fate.

She had a blank canvas set up on an easel. She had spent the last few hours fretting about whether she had enough time to work on it before Mr. Baight arrived. Hours of feeling mocked and frustrated by her blank walls, blank floors, and blank canvas...and puttering about trying to convince herself she was doing something useful. By the time she saw Stan’s car turn into her driveway, she was more than ready to unleash her full redheaded rage on him.

When she saw that he had a companion, it only annoyed her more. A trainee or assistant, possibly, but the woman with him looked more like a mature streetwalker, or at least a divorcee not too concerned with subtlety. Deborah whipped open her front door before they even had a chance to ring the bell.

“Mr. Baight, if this is the way you treat your clients—” she started, and then paused, enraged, when she realized they were chuckling. She caught a slight whiff of some exotic smoky odor clinging to the pair and wondered if they’d been smoking marijuana- it would go a long ways towards explaining the lateness, the laughter, and their general disheveled appearance.

“Deborah, don’t you recognize me?” said the woman, with a sly smile. Deborah looked at her, trying to see through the heavy, whorish makeup.

“...Denise?” she asked, incredulously. The woman nodded with a wink.

“I don’t blame you,” Denise said. “I do look a little different than usual, huh?”

That was an understatement, thought Deborah. The pleasant, rather quiet mother of one of her daughter’s good friends was barely recognizable now. She was painted with glossy red lips and heavy eye makeup, and her usually tame blonde hair was teased and spiky. Shockingly little of her nearly-plump body was concealed under a trashy, skin-tight red dress. Looking again, Deborah was almost sure her breasts had become larger since their last meeting- implants, maybe?

Denise giggled again. “I made Stan take me shopping before we stopped by. I’d never realized what kinds of boutiques there were in this town! What I put on this morning was nice, but I like this look a lot better.”

“Well,” said Deborah, choosing her words, “...it’s a change, that’s for sure. I didn’t know you knew Stan?” They were probably having some sordid affair, she decided. Her Kelly certainly wouldn’t be hanging out with this woman’s daughter much from now on, that was for sure.

“Oh, we just met this morning,” Denise laughed, glancing at Stan. He wore a goofy smile and his tie was loose and badly knotted. “He’s a lot of fun, once you get him to open up. But I suppose you knew that?”

“Stan, Denise...I don’t want to be rude, but whatever you two do on your own time is your business. I’ve been waiting all morning for you, and now you come to my house like—”

“Deborah, lighten up,” said Denise, reaching into Stan’s briefcase. She produced a pack of cigarettes and offered one to the annoyed woman.

“Don’t tell me to lighten up!” Deborah said, coming close to yelling. “And don’t you dare smoke in my house.”

Denise’s eyes twinkled at her as the blonde lit up. Deborah was about to slam the door in their faces and call Stan’s boss...but then Denise exhaled into her face.

“How dare you...” Deborah said, her voice trailing off. Denise smiled at her, watching her face slip from anger to uncertainty.

Deborah had never cared for smoking, or smokers, and her last thought before the smoke hit her face was to give Denise a lecture, or maybe even a slap. But when she smelled the exotic and evocative scent, her anger simply drifted away. It was so different from the usual acrid stench she associated with the habit...she began to understand why someone might enjoy it.

“Aren’t you going to ask us inside?” Denise said, looking into her eyes.

“Sure...sorry,” Deborah replied, her thoughts strangely scattered. Had she been acting impolite? After all, Stan was only human...anyone could be late for an appointment. And if they were having an affair, so what? Deborah had occasionally considered one herself, especially when Ron’s work days started to stretch well into the evenings.

“Oh, you don’t mind, do you?” laughed Denise, indicating her cigarette. She took another drag and let the smoke slowly drift out into Deborah’s face as she entered and passed the redheaded woman.

“No...that’s fine,” mumbled Deborah, thinking: I can light some candles or something if it gets too much...but what scent do I have to compare with this? It’s so spicy, mysterious...even exciting. If it came in incense form it would be perfect for a romantic evening...if she and Ron ever had one again...

“I’m so glad,” Denise laughed, enjoying the other woman’s reactions. “Let’s have a seat on the sofa, shall we? You and Stan can talk business, if you want.”

Deborah was glad to have Denise there to bring some order to the situation. She was suddenly feeling quite distracted, although vaguely relieved that her earlier irritability was gone. What had she been so upset about?

Denise and Stan sat on either side of her. The sofa was just a little small for three adults, but she felt comfortable enough. Denise had helpfully angled herself to face Deborah while they talked. As she watched Denise raise the cigarette to her red lips, drag, and inhale, Deborah had a strange desire to try it herself.

I’m not a smoker, she reminded herself. But it does look nice...almost artistic, really. She thought of classic Hollywood actresses smoking in black and white, and how alluring and opulent they had seemed. She watched the patterns made by the curling white streams and wondered why nobody had painted anything like that before.

“Now Debbie, Stan’s been a little tongue-tied lately, so I’ll start us off,” said Denise. She took a drag and let the smoke drift slowly up into her nostrils, with a visible expression of savor, before exhaling again at Deborah. The redhead’s eyes closed as she breathed in the delicious scent. A warmth began to blossom deep within her.

“You have such lovely hair,” Denise complimented her. She reached over and buried a hand in Deborah’s long, curly mane. “I’ve recently begun to appreciate redheads more,” she laughed, winking at Stan.

“Thanks,” Deborah answered, grateful and soothed by the blonde’s touch. She was feeling very comfortable, and hoped that Stan would take his time getting down to business. “I think I like yours too. It was just a little startling at first.”

“Yeah,” nodded Denise, while inhaling. She blew out in Deborah’s face before continuing. “I’ve gone though some changes, haven’t I? Do you like my dress? You didn’t say.”

“It’s really hot,” blurted Deborah, and then blushed. Why had she said that? It was true, but how strange of her to come right out and say so. Sure, Denise was carrying a few extra pounds; the more she saw her in the dress, however, the more she had to admit it looked sexy on her. She could imagine Denise attracting a lot of attention, in a bar for instance, and the mental image had a curious appeal.

“Oh, thank you,” said Denise, pressing against her gratefully. Her hand continued to stroke Deborah’s hair as she looked into her eyes and took another drag. Deborah unconsciously leaned towards her this time when she exhaled.

“You’re so quiet, Stan,” Denise said, and Deborah turned to look at the man. He was smiling slightly, and watching the two of them intently. He cleared his throat.

“Oh, uh...just enjoying the company,” he said.

“I bet you’ve never noticed how handsome he is,” Denise said to Deborah. The redhead, surprised, looked at Stan as if for the first time. He was a pretty decent looking man, she decided, especially for his age. The rumpled hair and loosened collar took away some of his usual businesslike stiffness. He smiled at her, and she smiled back, feeling a connection she’d never experienced in their previous dealings.

“I’m sorry, I can’t remember if I asked before,” Denise said. “Would you like a cigarette, Deborah?”

“Yeah,” she answered, thinking: I thought you’d never ask. “I normally don’t but...”

“But these smell so good, don’t they?” Denise finished for her and she nodded, sheepishly. “It’s okay, before I found them I didn’t smoke either.” She lit a new one for her and placed it in between Deborah’s lips, which were trembling ever so slightly.

Deborah took a small, tentative drag and felt the exotic taste surge into her mouth. She opened her lips and breathed in, drawing the smoke into her lungs. She expected to cough, or even gag, but was unprepared for the flood of delicious tingling which exploded inside her. Her eyes widened and she gasped, driving the smoke even deeper. By the time she exhaled, her entire body felt like it was being massaged from within.

“Oh, my goodness,” she exclaimed with a surprised smile.

“It hits you real nice the first time, doesn’t it?” Denise said, putting her hand on Deborah’s knee. The simple touch caused tiny exquisite shockwaves to travel up and down her leg. The redhead nodded, and took a longer drag. When it hit her this time, she couldn’t help but let a low moan escape her lips.

“You know what’s really nice?” Denise said. “Try this.”

Denise wrapped her red lips around her cigarette and dragged slowly. Instead of inhaling, she leaned forward with her mouth full of opaque, drifting smoke, and pressed her lips to Deborah’s. The redhead was surprised, but it felt good; she let her own lips part and accept the other woman’s smoke into her. She even let her lips linger on the other woman briefly before pulling away to exhale with a delighted smile.

“I like that,” Deborah said shyly, looking into Denise’s eyes.

“Me too,” Denise said, stroking her leg. “I think Stan does too.”

Deborah looked over at the man again, and saw his pants bulging a bit at the crotch. Blushing, she quickly looked back at Denise and the two of them giggled like a pair of young schoolfriends ogling a hunky classmate. When the laughter trailed off, Deborah realized how horny she really was.

“Do it again,” she begged Denise, and they traded another smoky kiss. She felt Denise’s tongue enter her mouth, and leaned into the blonde woman’s welcoming arms. She could hear the sound of a zipper as Stan slipped off his pants.

Am I really doing this? she thought crazily, as Denise explored her mouth. Her normal middle-class existence seemed drab and dull, no matter how hard she tried to spice it up with little artistic affectations. She wanted to be loose, wanton, experimental...all the things she’d been afraid to be. She remembered, with a surge of regret, all the times in college when she’d been too uptight to join her wilder artist friends. She’d never kissed a woman. She’d never been in a threewat. She hadn’t even slept around much before settling down with Ron.

And now here she was, thoroughly enjoying the sensations of french-kissing a woman, while a man who was not her husband stroked himself and watched. To further prove her newfound freedom, she took a long drag from her cigarette and playfully bent over to engulf his hard, purplish cock with smoke. It was a big one, she realized, and there was nothing stopping her from touching it...so she did.

Deborah marvelled at the feeling...such silky skin, but so hard underneath! Her pale fingers traced the bulging veins that ran up and down his shaft. Denise was kissing her neck from behind, while little-by-little removing Deborah’s clothes. Deborah watched them fall on the floor with regret- not for her nakedness, she liked that part, but for the fact that her wardrobe suddenly seemed so tame. She made a mental note to ask Denise where she’d gone shopping, and then turned her attention back to Stan’s cock.

She held it in a firm grip, slowly moving her hand up and down the shaft. Her eyes travelled up his chest and saw the heaving breaths, the mouth gasping in mounting pleasure. She found Stan’s eyes, and then managed to surprise herself yet again by licking her lips sexily for him. She took a long drag, never looking away, and exhaled on his cock as she lowered her mouth to it. He groaned with pleasure.

Denise started to caress Deborah’s exposed ass. It jutted out nicely towards her as the redhead bent to suck, and Denise couldn’t help but feel its curving smoothness. Letting her cigarette dangle from her lips, she cupped both cheeks with her hands and spread them apart, kneading the soft flesh. Deborah let out a muffled moan, her mouth full and her lips stretched out from the size of him. Denise ran her hands between Deborah’s legs and then upwards, feeling how perfectly the soft furry mound of Deborah’s pussy fit into her palm.

Stan was enjoying the day, so different from his usual routine. He’d half expected it to go downhill after he and Denise left the convenience store, but here he was, getting a blowjob from one of his more attractive clients. His utter adoration for Denise was amply rewarded, and he was looking forward to following her to whatever carnal goal she pursued next. He hadn’t been this hard, this often...not even when he was a teenager.

Denise tenderly parted Deborah’s labia and slid two fingers inside her. The redhead began to move her ass back and forth, riding Denise’s hand like it was a cock while increasing her pace on Stan’s. He had already cum a few times today, and so was truly able to enjoy the blowjob without worrying about suddenly losing control. The poor sofa creaked alarmingly as Deborah’s gyrations intensified.

Deborah pulled her mouth from Stan’s cock as she felt herself start to cum. “Oh...oh fuck yeah!” she yelled. She arched her back as Denise’s hand guided her to a lovely, mindshattering orgasm.

She squeezed her eyes shut, holding on to the feeling for a moment, and then turned to embrace Denise. The blonde found her lips and the two kissed for several long sweet minutes. Deborah buried her face in Denise’s neck and whispered to her, “What is this? I don’t want it to stop.”

“It’s the smoke, honey,” Denise replied. “It sets you free somehow. And it lets you set others free too.” She placed her cigarette between the redhead’s lips and let her take a drag. The two kissed, feeling each others’ smoke rushing through their bodies.

“I want to ride his cock,” Deborah whispered. “I want him to fuck me like I’m a cheap whore.”

“I know,” Denise sympathized. “Do it.”

Deborah broke away from Denise, and turned to find Stan still stroking and watching the two women. They smiled at each other, and she understood he would do anything she wanted. She lowered herself on top of him and kissed him passionately.

Denise snuck her hand between the two of them and grasped Stan’s rigid cock. She gave it a few hard pulls, hearing him grunt uncontrollably in response, and then slapped the hard length repeatedly against Deborah’s saturated crotch. Deborah looked back over her shoulder and pouted, moaning a little as Denise rubbed the smooth cockhead along her labia.

“Ooo, don’t tease,” Deborah whined. “Come on, baby, shove it in me. Fuck me with that cock.”

Stan shifted his position, signalling his readiness, and Denise took pity on the two of them. When Deborah felt the first touch of Stan’s cock entering her pussy, she froze and let out a shuddering, gasping cry. Stan, feeling the head pop into place, raised his hips and drove his cock deep inside her. She was hot, wet, and very responsive.

Denise leaned back and began to masturbate her own yearning pussy, while finishing her cigarette. She watched with increasingly glazed fascination as Deborah began to ride him. The red-haired housewife had turned savage, grinding down on him with a frenzy and screaming loud enough to make the walls echo.

“Fuck me!” she was yelling. “Fuck! Fuck!”

Over and over she repeated this, demanding and unrestrained, while she heaved herself rapidly up and down his cock. All Stan could do was remain in position and enjoy the rough ecstasy she was jerking from him. Her eyes were wild and faraway. She clenched her teeth while her crimson hair flailed about her head and shoulders like a hellish halo.

When Stan could hold back no longer, his orgasm was so intense it seemed like she was ripping the cum out of him. She could feel the hot liquid surge into her, but kept riding him furiously until she too exploded with a throat-rending scream of pleasure.

A little later, the women forgave Stan when he passed out; he’d had an exhausting day. Sharing a cigarette, they gently caressed each other, exploring each other’s flesh tenderly while Deborah’s fierce rush subsided.

“My God, Denise,” said Deborah, “I had no idea...how nasty I could be!”

“I know,” said the blonde. “And it just keeps getting better. You haven’t even converted anybody yet.”

“Will it work on anyone?”

“As far as I know,” Denise said. “Once you give them a good exhale in the face, they’re yours. Can you imagine anyone resisting this for long?” She made her point by sending a cloud of smoke at the redhead.

“Wow,” sighed Deborah, a torrent of tiny orgasms coursing through her. “Yeah...that’s awesome.”

“I know. I want to share it,” Denise said. “I want to fuck everyone.”

“Mmmm. I’m gonna be such a nasty slut from now on,” smiled Deborah. “And so is everyone else I meet, once I’m through with them.”