The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Lily stood in front of the mirror, examining her outfit for the eve. She was wearing a plaid skirt and a white blouse, in an attempt to look the part of “slutty schoolgirl”. Her brow furrowed as she looked at where her cleavage was meant to be bursting out of her top; her tits were certainly large, but she was sure they’d been larger earlier in the day.

She turned around and as she looked at her long, stocking-clad legs, her smile soon returned. The heels she was wearing didn’t really match the rest of her outfit, but she couldn’t imagine anyone complaining, especially if they ran their hand up her white stockings and got to discover she wasn’t wearing anything underneath the skirt…

Her grin faded at the thought. Odd. All day, she’d been getting wet just at the idea of getting felt up by a college boy, but now as she looked at herself and pictured it happening, it wasn’t nearly as appealing…maybe it was just nerves, or maybe…

Did she even want to go?

Yes, she told herself. I’ve been looking forward to this all day. I can’t let a few butterflies stop me from my…from my first time.

Lily paused, confused. Her first time? She’d had her first time a few years ago—it had been with…well, she couldn’t remember the guy’s name, but it had been…he had…

She blinked twice and tried to focus. She’d definitely had sex before. Definitely. But something about tonight felt special, felt…hot.

Of course, she thought, a broad smile suddenly coming across her face. Tonight will be my first time…with a college boy.

Before she could talk herself out of it again, she stepped out the door, and started heading to the college party.

Meanwhile, just a few blocks away, Duncan was also checking out his reflection. His short brown hair was newly trimmed, his button-up shirt was freshly ironed. He looked good—possibly, if he was being honest, like he was trying slightly too hard, but he hoped Nicolette would somehow find it attractive.

Of course, he thought, it’s hard to say what a girl would like. If I were her, I’d go for a man who wasn’t afraid to show off his muscles, his chest-hair…a man who knew he was a man, and showed it off at any opportunity. And I’d want to know if he found me sexy…maybe if he wore tight pants for his cock to strain against when he got hard, just waiting for me to drop to my knees in front of him and free it, take it into my mouth and show him how much I appreciated him…

Duncan stood in front of the mirror for a few minutes, lost in a reverie. When he came to, his eyes snapped down to the outline of his erection, barely showing through his dark black pants.

Perfect, he thought with a smile. I’m ready.

By chance, Duncan left his house at the exact time Lily stepped out of hers. Without even knowing it, the two childhood friends had the same plans for the evening:

Their first time.

When Duncan arrived to pick her up, Nicolette’s smile was tinged with more than a little nervousness. The longer she’d paced up and down her room waiting for Duncan to pick her up, the worse she’d felt.

What she’d done with Lily in the locker room, she knew that was wrong. She’d known it even as it was happening…but for some reason, she’d been completely unable to resist. The red-headed nerd had some sort of power over her. As soon as they’d been alone, they’d pressed their naked bodies against each other, intent on getting each other off.

But there’s nothing wrong with that, she’d repeated to herself over and over, while trying to pick an outfit for her date with Duncan. When women are alone, they can use each other to get off; no problem.

But Nicolette’s house was more than half a mile from the school, and so the counsellor’s instructions were fading. What had seemed so certain earlier in the day now felt…off. What had been a sexy, natural act was now a sin, she was sure of it.

And, worst of all, she was keeping it from Duncan—from her boyfriend. No, even worse than that, they were going to…they were going to make love. She was going to give her virginity up! And why?

So she could go forth and malt—…multiply. So she could do God’s work and have children. The more she dwelled on the thought, the more the idea frightened her. She was still a teenager—she was still in high school! She wasn’t ready to have children, not with Duncan…not with anyone.

And yet, for reasons she couldn’t explain, the idea of going out and getting knocked up by a stranger got her wet. The thought of fucking everyone in school who would take her, getting filled up by the semen of a dozen different students (or teachers!) was incredibly erotic, and even as she knew how wrong it all was…it all felt very, very right.

Earlier in the day, everything had been so sure. Now, she felt like Satan himself had reached inside her head and tainted her thoughts.

When the horn honked, Nicolette took a deep breath. Duncan was a good guy. She’d go to the hotel with him, explain how she was feeling…and he’d understand.

She was going to get out of losing her virginity. A small part of her was saddened by that, but as soon as she made the decision, the rest of her felt relieved.

Duncan’s was nervously chatting to her smiling mother as she descended the stairs—her parents trusted her when she said she was going to “come home late”. The plan was to get dropped off early in the morning and sneak in before they awoke.

Her mother’s smile dropped when she saw what Nicolette was wearing—a red dress showing off her long, tanned legs, and more than a hint of cleavage. To her credit, however, she didn’t say anything as Nicolette crossed the room, gave her boyfriend a kiss on the cheek, and held his hand as they slowly walked down the driveway toward his car.

The college party was loud—louder than Lily had expected. As soon as she stepped through the door, a lot of male attention came her way—two teenage girls at a mostly-male party was sure to attract some notice.

At school, Lily’s enthusiasm had been contagious; while she’d had the restraint to avoid mentioning her sexual plans to Brandi, it hadn’t taken much for her to convince the Protector to join her that night.

The party was even further from the school than Lily’s house, and as they travelled, her boobs had been slowly shrinking, filling out her white blouse less and less as they approached the frat house.

As well as that, her enthusiasm had started waning. Earlier that morning, all Lily had been able to thinking about was how great her night was going to be. There would be boys, she’d get to look hot, she’d probably end up taking a few of them on…it was going to be a good time all ’round.

Walking through the door, however, the last of her confidence disappeared. Looking around, she didn’t focus on the boys she’d been so excited to see…instead, her attention was drawn to the handful of college girls at the party, looking at her with a patronizing smile.

They looked like they were all blonde bombshells—tall, tanned, and with tits which put Lily’s to shame. One girl was wearing nothing more than a bikini top and a pair of white denim shorts, and Lily’s heart sank as she realized she couldn’t compete.

Brandi, meanwhile, was shocked and bewildered. When Lily had said there was a party on, she’d been expecting a typical high school event—music, dancing, and teens sneaking off into bedrooms, sure, but this…this was something else.

As soon as she’d entered the party, her heightened sense of smell was overwhelmed by the scent of cheap beer and frat-boy sweat. Lily dragged her into the kitchen and Brandi saw two people sharing a pot cigarette, and a few others taking what she could only assume was LSD.

“Lily,” she said in a worried tone, “what are we doing here?”

“Let’s just try to have a good time, okay?” her friend replied with a forced smile, and stepped forward to do exactly that.

Nicolette lay on the bed, wearing nothing more than the sexy lingerie she’d picked out that morning. Things had changed so quickly…

The hotel was in the centre of town, just a few blocks from the school. Duncan had organized for them to have dinner at the hotel first, and Nicolette chewed her lip as he drove, trying to work out the best time to tell him.

As the car got nearer, however, Nicolette’s worries had started slipping away.

Her mind kept running through what she and Lily had done in the locker room earlier in the day…but as they approached the hotel, she stopped feeling guilty about her actions, and started remembering the tactile details. The tingling feeling she’d had when Lily ran her hands up and down Nicolette’s naked back, the soft feeling of Lily’s lips against hers.

Nicolette wasn’t a lesbian, she was sure of that. As much as she’d enjoyed the sensation of being with another woman, she couldn’t wait to see how it felt to do something similar with a man. And what a man—Duncan was masculine, muscled, and Nicolette knew once she got him in the bed, she’d be able to switch on his dominant side as well.

She didn’t just want to make love with Duncan—she wanted to be taken. She wanted Duncan to take ownership of her, use her for his pleasure, and ultimately fill her up with his precious semen…

And so when they’d entered the hotel, Nicolette had suggested they skip dinner. “We can order room service,” she growled into Duncan’s ear, reaching down and grabbing his crotch—she wanted to make sure there was absolutely no confusion as to what she was there for.

Duncan had gulped and agreed, and as they’d gotten to their room, Nicolette had practically ripped off her clothes. She was about to beg Duncan to make a woman out of her when he explained he needed to use the bathroom. He’d been there for some time—but fortunately, after her visit to the counsellor that morning, Nicolette had discovered a new way to entertain herself…

With a smile, the young cheerleader rolled over on the bed, and two of her fingers drifted between her legs as she tried to emulate what Mr. Foster had shown her earlier in the day.

Not long now, she told herself. Just a little bit longer…

Inside the bathroom, Duncan was in criss.

He wanted to fuck Nicolette—he knew he did. He’d wanted it for months. But as he stood under the fluorescent lights of the hotel bathroom, butt-naked, cock in one hand, he was completely unable to get it up.

Come on, he said to his own phallus. She’s out there. She’s waiting for us. It’s what we’ve wanted for as long as we’ve known her…what’s the hold-up?

With a great deal of effort, he was able to plump his thick black cock up slightly, but at the thought of what he was about to do—go back into the bedroom and make love to his girlfriend—it deflated immediately. He tried thinking about other girls he knew—Brandi, Lily, even the surprisingly-cute hotel clerk who’d checked them in…but no matter how depraved his fantasies got, he couldn’t even achieve half-mast.

What’s wrong with me? he thought. I haven’t felt quite right, not since I saw the counsellor…

As an image of the counsellor and his enormous manhood appeared in Duncan’s head, he gasped. His own cock had immediately plumped, and within a few seconds, the erection he’d been struggling to achieve for the past few minutes was in his hand, ready to go.

Duncan mentally recoiled. No, he told himself, his mind racing. I like girls—I like women. I always have.

I just need to get out there and prove it.

“Disgusting,” Brandi said under her breath. A college guy was trying to impress a girl by chugging an entire six-pack of beer.

Worse…it seemed to be working.

A few minutes after they’d arrived, Lily had accepted a drink and disappeared.

Brandi was supposed to be patrolling, but she hadn’t had a night off in weeks, and so it hadn’t taken much for Lily to talk her into coming to a “great party”. Just for one night, Antioch could protect itself.

Right?

Now that she was here, however, a part of her wanted to be roaming the streets and graveyards of the small Californian town. Protecting, instead of crammed into a room of frat-boys and bimbos half a decade older than her.

Brandi weighed up her options. She could wander the party to find Lily, and start acting like she was on duty, at the party to scope out Demonic activity…or she could leave.

Leaving her friend at a party full of strangers? Brandi immediately crossed that option of the list, and started slowly walking up the stairs, keeping her eyes—and ears—peeled for anything suspicious.

The second the alcohol had crossed Lily’s lips, it had triggered the witches’ hex—anything experimental and new was a huge turn-on, and so Lily started to enter the spirit of the party. Unlike the counsellor’s changes, the witch’s hex wasn’t location-dependent, and so the effect was powerful and immediate.

Suddenly, the girls weren’t competition—they were role models. Lily’s body ached to be fucked, and her experiences with Nicolette had sated her budding bicuriousity.

Lily wanted a man, and it seemed emulating one of the college girls was her best bet at finding one.

Duncan had made sure everything was perfect. The bed was dotted with rose petals, the lights were dimmed, and he’d even managed to sneak in a bottle of champagne. Now that he’d finally gotten an erection, he wasn’t planning on touching any alcohol, but a part of him silently hoped Nicolette would, to dull her memory.

In case everything didn’t go according to plan.

Nicolette was lost in her own pleasure when Duncan re-entered the room. He smiled at the sight—he was happy to see her happy, even if it didn’t turn him on.

As he sat on the edge of the bed, Nicolette’s eyes fluttered open, and widened with pleasure. She was throbbing just at the sight of Duncan looking down at her mostly-naked body.

Nicolette was gorgeous—Duncan knew that. He’d always known it. He was the luckiest man in the world…but for some reason, he just wasn’t turned on.

Why? he asked himself. I’ve got everything I’ve ever wanted—I should be bursting out of my pants.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Nicolette, in turn, was checking Duncan out.

Yes, she told herself as her glance travelled down her boyfriend’s muscular body, Lily may be fun…but I’m definitely straight.

A frown came across her face when she reached Duncan’s cock—why wasn’t it hard? She was the most naked he’d ever seen her, and if that wasn’t enough to get him erect and ready to go, the fact she was in peak physical condition should have been—orgasms, it seemed, were quite the intensive core workout. Even since that morning she’d managed to lose a few pounds, and her abs were gaining definition by the hour.

If Duncan noticed the displeased look on her face, he didn’t say anything.

Instead, he just lay beside her on the bed and started making out.

This, at least, I can do, Duncan told himself, trying not to dwell on the fact he enjoyed kissing Nicolette the most when his eyes were shut and his honds were nowhere near her body.

Even as she mentally willed for Duncan to be more dominant, to pin her down and fuck her hard, Nicolette slowly started taking more control. She ensured her bra-clad nipples were given constant attention, her mouth falling open in pleasure as the fireworks began. After enjoying the startlingly-pleasurable sensations for a few minutes, she moved his hond to her black lacy panties, hoping he’d know what to do.

Duncan froze when his hand was pushed against his girlfriend’s mound. There was nothing but a thin piece of fabric separating him from what he’d dreamed about for so long. And, provided he would fit, he was going to do more than just touch…he was going to fuck the gorgeous cheerleader who had been blue-balling him for so long.

If he could get hard.

Okay, he told himself. Let’s do this.

Hoping that confidence would breed confidence (or, at the very least, distract Nicolette from his flaccid state), Duncan pinned Nicolette on the bed. He couldn’t help but feel proud at how visibly aroused she was at his actions—it was clear she found his aggressiveness extremely hot. He leaned down and started passionately making out with her, licking her teeth, tasting her tongue, and occasionally even nipping at her lip.

I want this, he told himself, as he started running his hands up and down her body. In response, one of her hands started snaking down toward his penis—he quickly grabbed it and held it above her head, shocked at the shudder of arousal she gave in response.

I want this, he told himself even more firmly as he tried to stop his mind from flashing back to the experience he’d had with Mr. Foster. He reached behind her, and after a minute of fumbling, managed to undo the young woman’s bra.

I want this he practically screamed in his own mind as he reached down and tentatively began exploring his girlfriend’s eager wetness.

And wet she was. Unsure of exactly how their first time was going to be, Duncan had brought a bottle of lube with him—it was clear to him now he wasn’t going to need it. Massive though his member was, Nicolette seemed to be turned on enough to take its entirety inside of her.

As Duncan repeatedly passed his finger over what he assumed was her clit, he couldn’t help but feel another burst of pride at the look on his girlfriend’s face.

Maybe she’ll be so turned on I can make her cum just like this, he thought, and then immediately felt bad for how much hope the idea of not fucking his girlfriend gave him.

As soon as the idea crossed his mind, however, it was dashed. “Fuck me,” Nicolette moaned, and Duncan swallowed nervously.

Rolling over on his side, Duncan grasped Nicolette’s ass with both honds, admiring its firmness. As he began kneading her ass-cheeks, he realized how simple it would be to just pretend it belonged to a man…that it was another of the football players in bed with him, or one of the male cheerleaders Nicolette had introduced him to…

It’s not hurting anyone, he rationalized, and with his eyes tightly closed, he lifted Nicolette up, allowed her to grab his rapidly-thickening cock, and line it up at her entrance.

“Yessssss,” Nicolette hissed as the pair lost their virginities. Nicolette struggled to breathe as Duncan’s cock hardened to its full 12-inch length—she was only able to take half of it inside of her, and even that was enough to make her feel as though she was never going to be able to sit down again.

She felt so full, so stretched—and so womanly. She’d thought she understood Mr. Foster’s advice, but it wasn’t until she had adjusted to Duncan’s length enough for him to start slowly pushing in and out that she truly understood what he’d been saying.

This, this was God’s work. Being fucked so thoroughly, being filled up by Duncan’s log of a cock—this was what God intended. Duncan had one hand on the small of her back, and the other continuing to grip her ass tight as he practically lifted her up and down his cock. It wasn’t the total domination she’d been dreaming of, but feeling herself slide up and down his cock was so sexy…

Nicolette began tweaking and pulling at her nipples—the fireworks soon took over, and her mind switched off as she continued to ride Duncan’s thick fuck-stick, slowly taking more and more of his monster cock inside her.

Meanwhile, Duncan’s brain was hard at work. He was processing so many emotions at once—on one hand, he was glad that after so many years, he’d finally found someone able (and willing) to take his huge cock inside their body. On the other hand, it wasn’t the exciting experience he’d hoped it would be—he was honestly struggling to work out why he’d looked forward to this for so long, especially when compared to the exciting experience he’d had yesterday in the counsellor’s office.

It was there his mind dwelled, distracted, as Nicolette raised and lowered her body on his slick pole. At the time, it hadn’t seemed like anything special, but the more he looked back at the intimate encounter he’d shared with the guidance counsellor, the more he realized it had been the biggest thrill of his life.

And it didn’t make him gay, Mr. Foster had confirmed that. It was just something guys with big cocks did for each other. Yes, if it wasn’t gay, then there was no reason he couldn’t think about it…remember how the counsellor’s 12-inch cock had felt in his hand, reminisce about the smell and taste of the huge member as he’d taken it into his mouth…

What’s more, if he could find more guys with cocks that big, there was no reason he couldn’t do the same thing with them. It wasn’t gay—they were just helping each other out. Maybe they could make some kind of club, meet after school each day, suck each other off, swallow down each other’s cum…and if he could find someone who was gay, he could even let them cum in his ass, any time they wanted…

As Nicolette’s cunt slid over the final inch of Duncan’s cock, the sensation of her pubic hair mingling with his brought her out of her trance.

I’m doing it! she thought triumphantly. I’m taking it all! I’m doing God’s work—I’m getting Duncan off. He’s going to cum inside of me…

Nicolette wanted to reach her own climax so much it almost hurt. She focused on the cock pounding inside her, on the cum it was going to fill her up with. She reached between them and started rubbing her clit in time with Duncan’s pounding strokes, but just she was on the brink of climaxing, Duncan beat her to it, grunting and blowing his load inside her, images of giving other large-cocked men head running through his mind.

He continued to hold her as his cock twitched, and she writhed in frustrated arousal.

“Duncan…” she said, and he looked up at her with a hazy smile. “I didn’t cum…”

“Oh,” he said, suddenly feeling guilty. He’d been so wrapped up in his own pleasure he’d forgotten about Nicolette’s entirely. “I, um…”

“If you wanted to, we could…y’know. Again…”

“Of course,” Duncan said, unknowingly producing the most forced smile of the night. “I’d love to. But first, I want a taste of this champagne…”