The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Carlos dialed the international number and waited for his call to go through. After a long time, someone answered.

“Hi!” came a bubbly voice on the other end. “You’ve reached BimboTech Incorporated! My name’s Tittiefuck. How can I direct your call?”

“Uh, this is Carlos Bodega,” Carlos explained. “I need to talk to customer service.”

The person on the other end giggled.

“I service customers all the time!” she said. “I like it best when they are here and they can cum on my titties, but I can talk dirty to you on the phone if you can’t come here right now.”

Carlos blinked. He was hardly in any need of phone sex. Nica hadn’t been able to get enough of him for the past 3 days. It was incredible, but he was exhausted!

“No,” Carlos declined “I need to talk to somebody who knows about your products.”

“Ooooh—<giggle>“ she said. “That’s not me! I don’t know hardly anything at all! <giggle> I’m kind of a bimbo!”

“Can I talk to someone who’s not a bimbo?” Carlos asked.

“Huh?” said Tittiefuck. “Oh! Yeah! I’m supposed to push a button. Ummm, let’s try this one.”

The phone went dead. After a couple more attempts, Carlos was speaking to a male customer representative. He was much more helpful, though Carlos still had to repeat himself several times. It may have been his accent, but Carlos strongly suspected the gentleman was having his dick sucked while taking his phone call.

He was able to glean some information, however. What he’d been most concerned about was Aline. She had wandered off the morning after their night in the hotel when Carlos was busy fucking Nica in the shower. Carlos hadn’t been able to give her another dose and he was terrified she would recover, figure out what he had done to her and Nica and then sick the cops on him. She hadn’t, however. A couple days later, Aline had returned to her house with a couple of sailors in tow. The next morning, Carlos cautiously approached her and she immediately asked him to do her.

The man at BimboTech asked how much of a dose he had given her, and Carlos had to admit he had lost track. The man said it was not unusual for women with natural bimbo tendency to be permanently effected by the drops, especially if they were given more than 5 drops in a 24 hour period. When Carlos asked if Nica would also be permanently affected, he told him the only way to find out was to take her off the stuff.

That wasn’t something Carlos wanted to risk. He wanted to keep Nica as his bimbo lover even if he had to dope her breakfast every morning for the foreseeable future. His obsession with her was just as great as it had ever been.

Carlos then brought up his most pressing problem.

“It’s, well, she wants to fuck all the time,” he explained. “I mean that’s great—that’s how I want her. But I can’t fuck her 24 hours a day!”

“Have you tried Reload, our male rejuvenator?” the man at BimboTech asked. “I just love the stuff. I satisfied half a dozen of the bimbos on our staff this morning and I’m still going strong.”

“Yes, yes,” Carlos said. “It’s really great stuff. I mean, I can keep her satisfied. I just don’t have time for anything else! I have to make a living!”

“Ah, yes,” sympathized the man, “A pity that most employers don’t have as tolerant a bimbo policy as we do here at BimboTech. Does wonders for employee morale. Speaking of which, could you hold for just a second? Thanks.”

“What?” asked Carlos. “Wait!”

He heard muffled groaning, followed by a girlish squeal.

“I’m sorry,” said the man on the phone after a long pause. “Thank you for holding. What was it... oh yes, bimbo drops, can’t control your bimbo, right. Well, sir, in all honesty, bimbo drops aren’t really intended for extended use. They’re more of a party favor, a practical joke, a good way for getting a one-night-stand. If this hot little honey of yours is such a keeper, you really need to get her the full BimboTech treatment. With our in-house equipment, we can modify a woman’s mind and body to your precise specifications. We can make it so she only wants to fuck on Thursdays or when she’s in a room with purple walls, or whenever someone calls her a whore. Or we can make her want to fuck all the time, but not be able to ask for it unless you give her a password. We can make her completely loyal to you, or make her only want to fuck fat men named Steve. We can give her any sort of fetish or idiosyncrasy you can imagine. And that’s not even mentioning the body modifications available. The sky’s the limit! It really is worth the price.”

“Yes,” said Carlos, “I plan to take Nica to your Sao Paolo branch as soon as it opens, but that’s not for three weeks yet! What do I do with her in the mean time? If I take her off the stuff, she’ll bolt and I’ll never get her back! But if I keep doing her as often as I have been these past few days, I might not live long enough to get her to Sao Paolo, let alone have the money to pay for it!”

“Huh,” said the man, “Well, I guess an unregulated bimbo could be quite a handful for one guy. Maybe you could try whoring her out?”

“Whoring her out?” Carlos asked.

He had a vision of Nica dressed as a prostitute, selling her ass for cash on a street corner down side.

“Yeah, that’s probably your best bet,” said the man. “Try that. Thanks for using BimboTech products. Bye.”

The line went dead.

Could he really do it? Could he share his beautiful Nica?

He went to the bedroom. There was Nica, prone and naked on the bed, squirming to reach the smear of jism he had wiped between her shoulder blades. She had managed to lick the rest of it off herself. The only way he could get her to leave him be while he called BimboTech was to drench her in cum and leave her distracted by the clean up.

God but her ass was fine. Could Carlos really share it with other men? He wanted to possess her. And yet, the idea of Nica as a whore... he couldn’t deny it had some appeal... his dick was certainly liking the idea.

“Nica the whore,” he said, trying out the feel of it in his mouth.

“Carlos?” exclaimed Nica, realizing he was in the room and turning about, her naked knockers jiggling. “Carlos! I want more!”

Her eyes went to his crotch and she smiled greedily at the bulge there.

“Moooore!” she exclaimed, then giggled.

Well, maybe he would have to let other men fuck her. But not right now. Right now, Carlos was going to fuck her. And fuck her well.

“You want more, Nica?” he asked. “You want to be my own private whore?”

“Uh-huh!” Nica said, nodding with enthusiasm.

Carlos tore of his pants, his gluttonous dick in the drivers seat of his brain again.

“Then suck me, whore,” he told her, grabbing hold of her hair as she took his dick in her mouth once again. “Be my whore and suck me!”

“Mmmmmm!” Nica exclaimed.

She was so in love with his dick. How could he ever share this with anyone? She was his whore. His.

“Nica the whore,” Carlos said once again, and chuckled, shaking his head.

Nica awoke to a knocking on the door. Someone was shouting. She blinked and looked around. It wasn’t Carlos. He was there in bed with her, snoring. They had fallen asleep after rutting for hours and hours. Nica was still half-wearing the outfit she had put on to convince him to do her one last time when he was near exhaustion. A pair of high-heeled ‘fuck me’ pumps were still on her feet, red straps crisscrossing up to her knees. Her red lace french-cut panties were around her ankles. The matching bra hung from the ceiling fan making lazy revolutions.

The knocking resumed. Nica sighed.

“Carlos,” she said. “There’s somebody at the door, lover.”

Carlos groaned, rolled over and continued snoring. He was so tired. He had fucked her so thoroughly and so well. Nica decided to let him sleep so that he would be well rested for her when he woke up.

Nica wriggled out of the bed and snaked her panties back up around her hips. She hopped a couple times trying to grab her bra but all it accomplished was to make her boobies bounce and Carlos wasn’t even awake enough to appreciate it.

There was another round of pounding on the door and Nica decided to just answer it. Everybody loved her boobies anyway.

As Nica approached the door rather wobbly given the height of her heels and the thoroughness with which she had recently been fucked; she thought she recognized the voice of the man demanding that Carlos open the door.

“I know she’s with you, you son of a bitch!” he was saying. “Aline told me everything!”

Nica hurried happily to the door, threw the bolt and opened Carlos’ house to her anxious, irate father.

“DADDY!” she exclaimed and threw her arms around his neck, pressing tightly against him and kissing his cheek.

“Nicole?” her father exclaimed in a strangled voice. “Princess?”

He pushed her away from him with firm hands on her bare shoulders. She smiled back at him. His eyes were huge.

“My... my God! Nicole, what are you wearing?” he asked her, though it was quite obvious he could see. “Cover yourself up this instant!”

Nica couldn’t understand why her father was so upset. Everything was so happy!

“Don’t you like my boobies, Daddy?” she asked. “Most guys like my boobies cuz they’re big and bouncy. See?”

She demonstrated by hefting her jugs with both hands and letting them fall. As promised, they bounced delightfully.

“Holy God!” her father exclaimed. “Don’t do that! Put some clothes on. You’re coming home right now!”

“But Da-ddeey,” Nica objected. “Carlos is my boyfriend now! I have to stay with Carlos!”

“Over my dead body!” her father fumed. “He’s to old for you! And he’s a low-life smut peddler!”

“Yeah, but he’s sooo yummy!” Nica pointed out.

“My God, Nicole! What has he done to you?”

Nica giggled naughtily.

“Oh my god!” she confessed. “He’s fucked me! He’s fucked me soooo much and sooo good!”

“Ah!” her father shouted. “I don’t want to hear this!”

He covered his ears. Nica looked down. Talking about Carlos made her horny and there in her daddy’s trousers was a distinctive bulge that told her he could help her. She looked up grinning.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed. “You do like my boobies, don’t you!”

“What?” he exclaimed, then looked to where his daughter’s gaze had returned.

“No! No! I...”

But Nica was already on her knees, reaching out to stroked the hard rod that was straining to escape her father’s trousers.

“Oooooo!” Nica exclaimed. “It’s nice! And it want’s to play!”

“Nicole! Nicole, what are you doing?”

Nicole giggled.

“It’s a surprise, Daddy!” she said as she unzipped his pants.

“No!” he exclaimed. “No, you can’t! You can’t do this!”

“Yes I can!” Nica said. “I’m really good at it! Ooooo, and it’s such a nice one! So big and hard, just for me! You like my boobies, don’t you Mr. Pecker?”

Nica tapped each of her titties with her father’s hard dick.

“No!” he protested weakly. “You mustn’t! You mus... mus...”

Nica opened wide and took the hard prick into her drooling mouth.

“Mmmmmmm!” she exclaimed, drawing her full lips along the length of his shaft, her tongue swishing back and forth along the underside.

“Oh god!” her father exclaimed, looking down to wee Nica’s eyes twinkling with playful lust. “This... this can’t be happening. You can not be my daughter. You can not! My princess would never... never... oh god... no! You’re not! You’re... you’re a whore!”

Nica giggled around his shaft.

“MmmmHmmm!” she agreed with cock-filled lips.

It wasn’t technically true, but she knew that Carlos sometimes got off when she called herself a whore. Maybe it would work for her daddy too! And if he got off, it meant yumminess for Nica!

Her father’s eyes were throbbing now. He was sweating profusely and his face was screwed up in some sort of obsessed madness.

“You are a whore, aren’t you!” he said. “A slut just like your mother! I tried to raise you to be good, to be a proper lady, but you whoring mother was always there, trying to escape, wasn’t she? Deep down you’ve always been a slut, haven’t you? A cock-hungry slut!”

“MmmHmmmmmmmm!” Nica agreed through her hummer. “MmHmmm. MmHmmm, MmmmmHmmmmmmmmmmm!”

“Well, if that’s what you want, then that’s what you get, you whore!” he exclaimed. “Take it! Take it all! Drink it down like the slut you are!”

He grabbed hold of her head and thrust deeper into her mouth as he started to come. Nica squealed in delight as her mouth filled with pleasure and she trembled as she swallowed.

“Slut! Whore! Slut!” her father chanted like a mantra as he pumped his goo into Nica’s joyful mouth.

When it was clear that no more joy juice forthcoming, Nica sat back onto her ass and reveled in the flavor. She stroked the crotch of her panties, which had become quite damp, and giggled gently.

Her father stood staring, trembling, white-faced and slack-jawed.

“Oh god,” he said. “What have I done? Oh god.”

Nica was vaguely aware of him leaving. She was still flying from the present he had given her. Such a nice daddy. Such a nice present. But not as nice as Carlos. She had probably let him sleep long enough now. Licking her lips, she headed for the bedroom, intent on waking him in her favorite way.

“O.K., Nica,” Carlos was saying. “I’m going to have to leave to meet with my agent in an hour. I’ll be gone for three hours, tops. We’ve to go over some of my manuscripts and talk about where to send them. I hate to leave you but I’ve got to work if I’m going to support you, right? Nica?”

She had been trying to pay attention. Really she had. But then her eyes had wandered down to his crotch and she remembered the yummy treat that was hidden inside his pants and it made her feel all squishy, both in her head and in her panties.

“Car-los,” she said. “I’m hor-neeeeey!”

Carlos sighed.

“You’re always horny,” he complained.

But she was certain she had seen a stirring in his pants.

“I can’t help it, Carlos,” she said, pouting and pulling at her perky right nipple through her gauzy white blouse. “Your cock is soooo yummy! And I’m such a slut!”

Carlos still resisted, protested, but his cock was clearly on her side. It was temptingly tenting his trousers and for the past week at least, Nica hadn’t met a temptation she would even consider resisting. She knelt down and started undoing his pants.

“I really do have to go,” Carlos was saying. “I’ve been putting him off for days! I’ll loose my contracts, my commissions, my... oh my that’s nice. Oh, fuck it. He can wait a few minutes.”

Nica gave a giggle muffled by the hard cock she had in her mouth. She was drooling at the thought of him coming in her mouth but her pussy was complaining about its exclusion. Apparently, Carlos heard it because he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back.

She smiled coquettishly up at him. His eyes were aflame with lust.

“Are you gonna fuck me Carlos?” she asked. “Are you gonna fuck me hard?”

“Yes, you silly slut,” he declared. “I’m going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before!”

Nica squealed with delight.

Carlos grabbed her by the shoulders, stood her up, turned her about, and propelled her towards his sofa. She giggled throughout. He bent her forward over the arm of the sofa and flipped her pleated skirt up across her back. Lately, Nica only wore underwear when she wasn’t wearing anything else, so her cunt was bare to him now. She had shaved it that morning after their pre-breakfast fuck and it was smooth, red-lipped and dripping in anticipation.

“Fuck me, Carlos!” Nica pled. “Fuck me now! I need your cock in me right now!”

She wiggled her ass at him and giggled.

“You asked for it, you cock-hungry slut,” he said, grabbing hold of her hips and then plunging his hard prick into her cunt. Nica squealed and tossed her head back and forth violently. Carlos reached around to clasp a breast in each large hand, pulling her up to press her back against his chest as he thrust himself deeper into her cunt.

“Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh yes!” Nica exclaimed.

Harder and harder Carlos thrust, pounding her pussy, mauling her tits, slobbering all over the back of her neck. Nica moaned and squeezed his rod with her cunt. Her eyes rolled back as she started to come. She shuddered.

“Oh God, Carlos!” she cried. “Oh sweet Lord! I’m coming! I’m coming! Give it to me, Carlos! I need it!”

And then Carlos gave a feral snarl and he was pumping her full of hot gooey goodness. He let go of her tits and she plowed into the sofa, panting. As soon as she was able, she rolled over onto her back. With her feet propped on the arm of the sofa and her knees spread wide, she plunged her fingers into her well-fucked cunnie, retrieving the sticky treat that she craved so much. Her hands busily took turns going from cunt to mouth and back again. Her tongue greedily collected every last drop. Her eyes rolled back and her brain floated in a happy pink fog.

And then Carlos was beside her, a gentle hand shaking her shoulder, making her tits jiggle. She smiled at him.

“Can I suck your dick now?” she asked.

“In a little bit,” said Carlos. “Drink your juice now.”

That made Nica sit up.

“Juice!” she exclaimed. “Goodie!”

The pineapple juice Carlos had given her at breakfast had been soooo yummy! Carlos was an incredible chef... at least when it came to breakfast. Lunch and dinner never seemed to be quite as good. There was always the possibility that he would give her something delicious and then fuck her silly. He was a very good boyfriend in that respect.

Nica gulped down the juice he gave her. It wasn’t nearly so good, though. Actually, it tasted kind of bitter. Carlos insisted, though, so she finished it off. If she didn’t, he might not let her suck him off!

“Ah!’ she said, showing him her empty glass. “Now can I suck your cock?”

“Soon, Nica,” said Carlos. “Soon. First, I need you to sleep so that I can get my work done.”

“Sleep?” asked Nica. “But I don’t wanna sleep! I wanna su... I wanna suss... I wa...”

Suddenly, Nica was feeling sleepy. Very, very sleepy.

“There now,” said Carlos. “Close your eyes. Sleep now and dream of my cock. It will be here for you when you wake up.”

“Like cock...” said Nica and she faded away.