The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“So to sum it up, Gary, I know what you want to do, but if you really want to live a healthy life, you need to put aside these thoughts and you need to wait until you get married before you have those sorts of relations with a woman.”

“Thank you, Dr. Jessica.”

“No, thank you, Gary, and that’s all the time we have today. I’ll be back again tomorrow, at nine o’clock but remember, a healthy life begins with a healthy mind.”

“And we’re out,” said Mark Winstead.

Dr. Jessica removed her headphones. “Good show, people,” she said and then she fixed her producer with a firm stare. “Next time, Mark,” she told the man, “make sure that last caller has a little more pop to it than this one did. We need to end the show on a high note.”

“Yes, of course, Jessica.”

The therapist nodded. That was the way she liked it. Her staff listened to what she had to say and when she was done, the responded with “yes, of course.” Of course, it would have been better if they’d figured it out on their own and then she wouldn’t have to tell them what to do.

Dr. Jessica looked up at her personal assistant standing over her. “Yes, Kay, what have you got for me?”

Kay handed over a clipboard. “Not that much, today, doctor. Just a few letters to sign, and that on-air personalities group is asking again if you’d speak at their convention and—”

“Ach, them. What are they wanting now?”

“They want to know if you’d be a speaker at their luncheon.”

“When and where?”

“It’s Saturday, the 29th, next month. It’s in New York at the Regency Hotel.”

“Good hotel?”

“Five stars.”

“Hmm.”

“You are the top radio therapist on the air today.”

“I know, and New York, that’s attractive. I could do some shopping there. Okay, let them know I’ll attend.”

“Yes, doctor, and you have one thing more. You have a visitor.”

Dr. Jessica frowned. “A visitor? Now, Kay, you know how much I hate drop-ins.”

“I know, doctor, but I had a feeling you should see this one.”

“Oh, all right. I guess I can do it this once.”

“Yes, doctor.”

Jessica Parker grabbed a mug of coffee and she walked back to her office. She’d make short work of the person that Kay thought she just had to see and then she’d be done for the day and she could head on home.

Dr. Jessica pulled up short as she saw the busty blond in her waiting room. She looked around thinking there had to be someone else even though she knew there wasn’t. Was this some kind of sick joke, she wondered. If it was, there was going to be hell to pay for it.

The woman stood. “You’re Dr. Jessica, right?”

Dr. Jessica looked disdainfully at the woman’s outstretched hand and then she smiled. “Yes,” she said, “yes, I am, and you are?”

The blond giggled. “Oh sorry,” she said. “My bad. You don’t know me, do you? My name’s Misty. Misty Hyde.”

“Glad to meet you, Misty,” Dr. Jessica lied. “Now, what can I do for you?”

Misty giggled again. “That’s funny,” she said. “You want to know what you can do for me.”

Dr. Jessica looked confused. “But you came to see me.”

Misty giggled yet again. “That’s right,” she said. “I came here to see you. I came here to help you.”

In spite of herself, Dr. Jessica was intrigued. “You came here to help me,” she asked. “How do you think you can help me?”

It seemed almost as if the bubbly blond had suddenly gotten much more intense. For a moment, Dr. Jessica thought she could see an intelligence in the other woman’s eyes but it was only there for a moment and then it was gone. The blond giggled again. “I want to help you,” she said. “You’re much too serious. I want to help you loosen up,” and that’s when the blond did something that truly amazed the therapist. She dipped a couple of fingers inside the therapist’s steaming mug of coffee. “I want to help you,” she said again.

The doctor was taken aback but it was only for a moment. It never even occurred to her how the woman could have her fingers in her coffee and not be burned or even hurt by the act. “Get your hands out of my fucking coffee, you little slut,” she raged.

The blond just smiled. “Slut? Is that what you called me? You ought to be careful when you toss words like that around.”

The therapist could feel her anger surging inside her. “I’ll call you whatever I want, you harlot. Now I’m not going to tell you again. Take your fingers out of my coffee.”

The blond just smiled and she slipped her fingers out of Jessica’s mug. She never broke eye contact with the therapist even as she licked the coffee from her fingers. “I think you’re going to find your coffee has a whole new kind of flavor,” she said.

“Get out of here,” Dr. Jessica roared. “Get out of my office right now.”

The blond just smiled and then she picked up her bag. “I’ll be around if you need my help again,” the blond said and with that, she left.

Dr. Jessica stared in amazement even after the blond had gone and then finally came to her senses. “Kay,” the doctor roared. “Get in here. Get in here now.”

Kay nearly lost her job that day. Nearly, but not quite, but driving home a couple of hours later, the famous therapist was still more livid than she could remember being in quite some time.

The next day, Dr. Jessica was back at work. She poured herself a mug of coffee before she moved in behind the mike. “All right, people,” she told her staff as she always did, “let’s do a good show today.”

Dr. Jessica took a sip of coffee as the music played and as the tape announced the intro for the show. “All right, America,” an announcer’s voice boomed across the land, “sit back and sit up. It’s time for America’s therapist. It’s time for the Dr. Jessica show.”

“Hello again,” Dr. Jessica announced even as she looked at the computer screen in front of her. “It’s a great day in America,” the therapist announced. “Our first caller today is Melanie. How can I help you today, Melanie?”

Dr. Jessica took another sip of coffee as she listened to the woman go into her story. Teenage daughter acting out. Mom was scared that her daughter was engaging in sex. The little tart, Jessica thought as she took another sip of coffee.

“So you see,” Melissa finished up, “I’m at my wits ends. I don’t know what to do about Brittany. She just seems to be so out of control.”

“Is that all you can think about, Melissa? How you can control your daughter?”

“But I thought—”

Where had that come from, Jessica wondered. “You thought you should control your daughter,” the therapist said, “and you’re right, of course. She’s your daughter, and she’s still a minor. That means she’s your responsibility.”

“I know but she won’t listen to me.”

“So you have to make her listen.” Jessica prattled off a number of points that she’d said so many times before. God, didn’t these people ever listen to her. She took another sip of coffee and she looked at the board to pick up the next caller.

“Our next caller is Harrison. What can I do for you, Harrison.”

“It’s about my wife,” the man drawled. “I think she’s sleeping with another man.”

Why’s she doing that, the therapist almost asked. Is it because you don’t have a big enough dick? Dr. Jessica stopped herself before she said that. You couldn’t say things like that over the air and she wasn’t sure why she’d even thought it. “Why don’t you tell me about it,” she said. It sounded lame to her ears but hey, it gave Jessica time to wonder just how big Harrison’s cock really was while the man prattled on.

What the heck was the matter with her, the therapist wondered even as she took another sip of coffee. This wasn’t like her at all.

She pretty much breezed through the next four callers without even remembering what the hell it was that they had to say or what she said back to them.

“Jess, you okay,” Mark asked when they finally went into a commercial break.

“I’m fine,” the woman shot back. “Why? Don’t I look fine?”

The man just looked at her but he said nothing so Dr. Jessica just sat there and drank more of her coffee.

“We’re coming back from break,” Mark announced. “You ready, Jess.”

“Of course I’m ready,” the doctor said. What she didn’t tell him was how on edge she felt. You got to get your mind back in the game, she told herself. Come on. Focus.

Mark was holding up five fingers, then four, then three and two and one.

“And we’re back,” said Jessica. “Our next caller is Sheila. Sheila, how can I help you?”

“It’s my boyfriend,” the woman said. “He keeps wanting me to sleep with him and I keep telling him no, but I think he’s going to leave me if I don’t do something. What should I do?”

Jessica could hear herself giving out the advice, telling the woman that she should stand up for herself, that she shouldn’t sacrifice her principles, that she needed to do what was right for her. Hell, she’d given that same advice so many times before, but somehow now, somehow it didn’t as right as it had seemed before. What the hell was wrong with just letting the guy fuck her brains out.

Dr. Jessica shook her head. No, that was wrong. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Mark watching her, but she wasn’t about to let on that she’d seen him do it.

Dr. Jessica took another sip of her coffee and the show went on. She had no idea what the people were saying to her or what advice she was giving and she didn’t much care. God, what a bunch of whiners. What these people really needed, she told herself, was to get themselves laid.

Dr. Jessica shook her head. That wasn’t right. She didn’t even know why she’d thought it. It was just that ... that—

They were coming up on the top of the hour. Just one more caller, Dr. Jessica told herself. Just one more caller.

She knew she was rushing but she couldn’t stop herself. All she wanted to do was to get through the call. She looked at the clock on the wall. “We’ve reached the end of the first hour,” Dr. Jessica said, “but stick around because we got lots more to come.”

“And we’re out,” Mark said. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I don’t know,” Jessica said. “I feel something coming on. Mark, dear, can we run a ‘Best of’ tape. I’m not sure I’m up to finishing the show.”

“I’m way ahead of you,” her producer said. “I already got it queued up and ready to go.”

“Mark, you really are a dear,” Dr. Jessica said as she got up and took off her headphones. Moments later, she was out of the studio and walking down the hall.

What the hell was wrong with her. That’s what Jessica wanted to know. She felt hot and on edge. She hoped she wasn’t coming down with a cold or something.

On an impulse, she ducked into a bathroom and she looked at herself in the mirror. At first glance, nothing seemed to be wrong but when she looked at herself again, she noticed something new. Her breasts seemed to be larger and fuller. She had no idea what that might mean but now that she’d noticed it, it did almost seem as if her breasts for some reason were too big for her bra. She undid her blouse and then she eased her tits out of her bra.

She couldn’t help but moan. She wasn’t sure why. It was just that her tits were so sensitive and they just had to be touched.

The room was dark when Dr. Jessica finally came to. Outside the room she was in, there seemed to be a light which meant that even with the curtains closed, the room was never really dark.

Where was she? That was what the doctor wanted to know. Where was she?

She was naked. That was the second thought that came to her mind.

The third thing she realized was that she wasn’t alone. She was naked and there was a man beside her in her bed, a man she was sure wasn’t her husband.

Oh God, this just got worse and worse.

As quietly as she could, Jessica pulled herself out of bed. Wherever she was, the room was small. At least the light in the window allowed her to see where she was. It was an apartment. She could tell that.

She made her way into the bathroom and she closed the door and she was finally able to turn on the light without fear of waking the man, whoever he was, in the next room.

She looked in the mirror. She was naked. She already knew that. But there was something else she was looking for and it wasn’t there.

The last thing she really remembered was her looking in the mirror just like she was doing now. She’d opened her blouse and she’d undone her bra and she’d been staring at her tits and then she’d touched herself.

Gingerly, she touched her breasts just like she remembered doing before.

And nothing happened.

She did it again, and again, nothing happened and it was only then that Dr. Jessica was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected to happen but whatever it was hadn’t happened.

She had to find her clothes, she told herself. She had to get out of there.

She switched off the light and she made her way back into the room. Once again, the light from the window helped her. She found her shoes rather quickly and she found her skirt shortly after that.

It took her some time before she found her panties. The man’s body was on top of them. She could have left them, she told herself, but she had a reputation to maintain. She had to get every trace of evidence out of there, so she tugged and pulled on her panties until they finally came free.

As she pulled them up her legs, she realized something else. Someone had cum inside her pussy rather recently. She didn’t have any protection. She hoped—

No time to think about that now, she told herself. She pulled her skirt up and she put her shoes on. Now, where the hell was the rest of her stuff?

The blouse wasn’t hard to find, but the bra was nowhere to be found and Jessica had the feeling that wherever her bra was, it wasn’t here.

And that left only the most critical item. Where the hell was her purse?

Even with the neon light shining in from the outside, in the darkened room, the purse just could not be found, and Jessica wondered if she’d even had it with her. Disjointed memories were coming back to her as she continued her search, memories of her leaving the station, memories of her going to one seedy, little bar after another, memories of her asking strangers to buy her drinks and memories of her time and time again as she used her body to repay those strangers for their kindness.

The man snoring away on the bed was named Bud, or at least that’s what she thought his name was, but she wasn’t really sure. It was weird but with as much alcohol as she had managed to consume, she should have been pretty well sloshed, but while she was definitely buzzed, she’d known there was something else there as well.

She’d come up to Bud and she’d asked him to buy her a drink just as she had with so many others. Some men had said yes and others had said no, but Bud had been different than all the rest.

He’d reached around and he’d grabbed her ass and he’d pulled her to him. “I don’t think a drink is what you need,” he’d said. “I think what you need is to be used like the little fucking slut you are.”

That was one of the first things Jessica had remembered about what had happened the night before and she was thinking about it again even as she let herself out of the motel room. Funny thing was every time she thought about it, it just made her pussy so hot and needy.

“I think what you need is to be used like the little fucking slut you are.”

The woman could feel it again. For some reason, having a guy say that to her just made her so hot and horny.

Bud had taken her here. Here was a cheap, little dive of a motel.

Bud had fucked her hard. She didn’t remember all of what he’d done to her but what she did remember was that she’d been a willing participant in her own demise.

It was still dark when Jessica finally made it home. It was late, or was it early. Jessica wasn’t sure and she wasn’t sure she cared, either. All she knew was it was late. It definitely was good that her husband was away on a trip. At least she wouldn’t have to explain herself for this.

There was a message on her machine. Jessica knew she could let it pass but something made her stop and listen.

“Hey, Jessica, this is Mark. You left so fast, I didn’t get to talk to you. I need to know if you’re going to be in tomorrow.”

Oops, Jessica thought.

“Hey, Jessica. It’s Mark again. Give me a call, okay?”

“Hey, Jess. It’s Mark. I really need you to give me a call, okay?”

“Okay, Jess. This is really starting to worry us. I’m going to set the show up for tape tomorrow but give us a call and let us know you’re okay, okay?”

She should call back, the woman told herself, but it was too late now, and besides, Mark already had the show set to go on tape so she didn’t have to worry about getting up early, so she didn’t.

Jessica called into the studio first thing in the morning. “God, Jessica,” her producer said when he finally heard her, “it’s so good to hear your voice. We were starting to get worried about you.”

“Yeah, I know,” the therapist said. “I don’t know what came over me. Must have been some sort of bug or something.”

“Well, you go ahead and get yourself better,” her producer told her. “We’ll hold down the fort here until you get back.”

“Thanks, Mark. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

The therapist thought she almost could hear the man grin. “I don’t know what you’d do without me either,” the man said. “Just get well soon, okay?”

“I will, and Mark?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

“Yeah well, you just get better soon, okay?”

“’Kay.”

The conversation ended and suddenly Dr. Jessica found herself wondering just what she should do with herself now that she had a day off.

Breakfast, it seemed, might be in order.

As Jessica stood there preparing her meal, she couldn’t help but think back to what had happened the day before. With a good night’s sleep behind her, the previous day’s events now seemed less vivid. She almost wished she could convince herself that what she remembered was all just a bad dream but she knew that wasn’t the case.

The therapist scooped her eggs out of the pan and she poured herself some juice. Okay, she told herself, if it wasn’t some kind of bad dream, then what was it.

Jessica shook her head as she poured out her coffee. She didn’t have an answer to that one and that was what bothered her the most.

She sat down and she let her fork dive into her meal. She was still thinking about it as she took her first bite. What had happened to her, she wondered.

She drank some juice and ate some more egg. A bite of toast and a little coffee. What the hell had happened to her.

More egg. More juice. More toast. More coffee.

Dr. Jessica finished her meal and walked her dishes over to the sink and rinsed them off before putting them in her dishwasher. She poured herself another cup of coffee. So what to do, she wondered again. What to do.

She didn’t notice it at first or rather, she did, but she thought nothing of it. She was almost halfway through her second cup of coffee when she finally understood what was happening.

It began simply enough. Her breasts felt heavier and her nipples were more sensitive than usual but that wasn’t what got her attention. It was when her pussy started to tingle that Jessica knew. She raced to the bathroom and the truth was right there in front of her.

Her tits definitely seemed bigger and now that she thought about it, they seemed to pull at their restraints. Her face was hardly recognizable as her own. She hadn’t seen that face in years and she could have sworn she’d never had lips as full and as lush as those, but as surprising as that was, it was her hair that really had her attention. Normally a dark brown, her hair was already several shades lighter and Jessica could swear it was getting lighter. “What is happening to me,” she cried out to herself.

There was, of course, no answer. There was just the reflection of her, a more buxom and seemingly more sex obsessed version of her staring back at her. Jessica groaned. What was happening to her, she wondered yet again even as she felt the desire to fuck grow even larger.

Her hair was definitely lighter and her clothes were definitely tighter. Her mind existed in an almost hazy state of bliss, almost as if she knew what she was about to do but was unable to stop it. Her clothes didn’t fit anymore so why not take them off. She didn’t want to wear clothes anyway. Clothes had only one purpose, to draw attention to her so that she could get cocks to fuck.

Dr. Jessica was in her bedroom when she once more came to her senses but Jessica had a pretty good idea that this wasn’t where she’d spent all her time.

Of course as far as that went, the two guys that she found herself sandwiched in between was something of a dead give away in that department.

What had happened to her, Jessica wondered.

Fleeting memories cascaded in front of her mind. Memories of her standing in front of her mirror. Memories of her watching her body change. Memories of her watching her tits grow and of her watching her hair change, and the utter contentment she felt as her pussy gave in to the person she knew she just had to be.

She’d stripped down naked, Jessica remembered. She was still standing there in front of the mirror and one hand played with her tits even as the other one worked its way between her legs. Her clothes no longer fit her new body but that wasn’t why she’d discarded them. It was something more. She liked being naked and she wanted people to stare at her body and she knew she’d strip herself naked even if she knew it meant she was the only one who was going to get to see herself do it.

She’d thrown on a pair of sweats. No underwear. Just the sweats and then she’d headed out the door and Jessica groaned as she realized something else. Her alter ego knew everything she knew, where she kept the emergency cash around the house, and where the spare key was to the car.

Her alter ego had called up a cab and had the cabbie take her to her car. No need to have the purse, her alter ego thought. Just put the spare key in the ignition, and start the car and go.

Jessica groaned. Her alter ego drove the car off to a store that she’d never seen before. How the hell did her alter ego know about something that even she didn’t know about it.

Her alter ego was such a fucking slut, Jessica realized.

“I need a bra,” her alter ego had said, “but nothing too confining. I want to make sure guys have easy access to my tits.”

Slut, Jessica thought again.

“Of course,” the salesgirl had said. “What size are your tits?”

“I don’t know,” her alter ego had said even as she unzipped her sweat jacket, “why don’t you tell me.”

The salesgirl hadn’t batted an eye. She looked at the alter ego’s breasts and then she looked in her eyes. “I think we’d better get a tape measure,” the girl had said.

And that was the way it had gone. Next it was panties and then it was thongs and all the while, her alter ego seemed to take an almost perverse delight in showing off her body in a way that made Jessica cringe.

“I need some short skirts,” the alter ego had said, “some short skirts and some tight tops.”

“We can help you with that,” the salesgirl had said.

Of course, she could, Jessica groaned. Hell, she felt like a slut herself just remembering what it was her alter ego had been thinking.

Mercifully, her alter ego was out of the shop, and then she was back in her car. She was driving down the road with the top down when a van full of guys pulled up beside her at a traffic light. “Hey, guys,” she’d called out, “want to fuck?”

Oh geez, Jessica thought. Her alter ego was such a slut.

“Big words,” said the guy riding shot gun. “You man enough to back it up?”

“What’d you have in mind,” her alter ego had said. “Something like this,” and with that, she’d pulled her tube top down to reveal one of her full-sized tits.

The boys had gawked at her but what neither had seen was the police car behind her. There was a honk and a flash of lights just as the light turned green and as the van roared away, the police car was pulling her over.

“License and registration?”

“Don’t have any.”

The cop had shook his head. “You don’t have your license and registration?”

Jessica’s alter ego had shaken her head.

The cop had just looked at her. “Okay, miss, what’s your name?”

“Misty,” her alter ego had said. “Misty Hyde.”

Why had she said that, Jessica wondered. That was the name of the slut who’d come to her office and yet somehow it just seemed so right to give out that name.

“All right,” the cop had said. “Can you tell me why you were driving without your license and registration?”

“Because I don’t have them.”

“All right, Ms. Hyde, I think I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the car.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” her alter ego had said.

“You wanted me to ask you that? Why?”

“Because I want you to fuck me,” Misty had answered.

Jessica groaned at that. That most certainly wouldn’t work.

“You want me to fuck you,” the officer had asked incredulously. “I don’t believe it. Step out of the car, Miss.”

Misty had stepped out of the car, seemingly oblivious to the man’s anger.

“Come here,” the officer had said.

Again, Misty had complied.

The officer was standing behind her now. “I don’t know if you thought you were being funny or if you thought you were serious—”

“Oh, I was serious,” Misty had said.

The next thing she’d known, she was being pushed down over the hood of the cop’s car almost as if the man were going to cuff her, but the man didn’t cuff her. Instead, her short, little skirt had ridden up over her nicely rounded ass and the man was left to stare at the wispy, little thong between her legs. “So you want me to fuck you—”

In the next instant, the girl was moaning as the man entered her. “Oh yeah,” she’d moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Fuck me.”

Jessica was amazed. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Law enforcement wasn’t what it used to be, she told herself.

Her memories leaped forward. Her alter ego was at a club. Music was playing and people were dancing but her alter ego was surrounded by four men, all of them with their dicks out, and her hands were moving back and forth between the men. “I know what you want,” she was telling the men as she stroked first one and then another of their cocks. “I know what you want. You want to cum for me.”

The men were groaning now. Usually, it was whichever one Misty had her hands on.

“I want to suck your cocks,” the blond was saying. “I want to taste your cum, but first, I want to feel your cum in my hand.”

Oh no, Jessica thought, and yet she knew this was just a memory. She knew it had already happened.

Two of the men were close but the other two were even closer. “Come on,” Misty pleaded to one of these. “Come on. Cum for me. Cum in my hand.”

The man groaned and moments later, his cock was cumming just as Misty had wanted it to, gushing and cumming and spilling its jizz all over the girl’s hand and wrist and arm.

Misty turned her attention to the other man. “Your turn,” she said.

It was all she had to say because in moments, that one was cumming, too.

Once again, Jessica’s memories seemed to slip into fast forward. She found Misty in her own bed, her body astride one of the men in the club. It was, Jessica realized, one of the men that was now beside her in the bed, and even as she realized that, even as she remembered sitting astride that one cock, she remembered that the other man was coming up behind her and pushing his cock into her butt.

No, Jessica wanted to say. No, and yet she knew it had already happened and she knew it had happened to her.

Jessica groaned as she felt it. She knew it was just a memory but it was almost as if she was feeling it all over again. It was that cock pushing into her from behind and it felt so big in her little, tiny hole.

Oh God, Jessica groaned. Oh God. This wasn’t like her. This wasn’t like her at all, and how the hell was she going to get rid of these men.

As embarrassed as she was at her current predicament, Jessica couldn’t help but notice something else. She was still there in her bed and she was still naked and she still sandwiched between these two guys.

No, she tried to tell herself. No!

Mmm, but why not. She was naked and she was horny and she needed to fuck.

No!

But all she had to do was touch the man here.

Jessica groaned as the man in front of her groaned. No, she told herself. No. Don’t do that.

But her hand didn’t seem to get the message or if it did, it just didn’t seem to care because once again, she squeezed the man’s cock. “Hey,” she said before she even realized she was saying it. “Hey, wake up.”

The man groaned but he didn’t wake.

Jessica couldn’t stop herself and there was a part of her that didn’t want to stop herself. She wanted to wake the man up. “Hey,” she said softly. “Hey. Wake up.”

“What,” the man grumbled.

Jessica squeezed the man’s cock. “I need you to wake up,” she said again.

“Why?”

Don’t say it, Jessica told herself even though she already knew what she was going to say. Don’t say it.

“I want you to fuck me,” she purred.

The man’s eyes were open now and he was looking at her. “You do, huh?”

Jessica groaned even as she nodded at the man. “I want you to fuck me. I want it bad.”

“You do, huh?”

This wasn’t funny, she wanted to tell him. Couldn’t he see how much she needed it.

She didn’t need him to see, she told herself. She’d show him. She pushed the first man over onto his back and then she was straddling his body.

It didn’t matter if he could see it or not. She reached down and she took hold of his cock. She led her pussy to the man’s cock. She’d show him, she told herself.

The man groaned as he entered her and then she was pulling herself up only to shove herself down again. His hands slid down and they were stroking her thighs and they were holding her thighs. “You really do like that, don’t you?”

I told you so, Jessica wanted to say, but somehow, that didn’t seem right. She needed to be more deferential than that. After all, she was getting her pussy fucked.

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. You keep that up and you’re going to make me cum.”

Jessica couldn’t help but moan. If that was supposed to slow her down, it wasn’t going to work. She wanted him to cum inside her.

The other man was awake now and that was hardly surprising. He’d gotten up off the bed and for a moment, Jessica had thought he was leaving, but then she felt the man coming up behind her and then she felt one of his hands on her ass. Was he going to fuck her from behind? She hoped not. She really wanted his cock in her pussy.

He didn’t fuck her from behind but his hand never left her ass as she bounced herself on that cock. Oh my God, that was hot. Oh my God.

The man she was riding groaned. “I’m going to cum,” he told her.

“I want you to,” Jessica moaned.

The man groaned again and that’s when Jessica felt it. Oh damn, that was good.

The second man waited until her pussy had gotten everything it wanted but no sooner had Jessica pulled herself free than she felt the second man move in behind her and then she felt his cock in her pussy.

“Oh my God,” she moaned and then she moaned again. Oh my God. That was exactly what she wanted.

He was going to make her cum, Jessica thought to herself and that was what she wanted. Here she was straddling one guy’s body while another one fucked her pussy. Oh geez. It was just so fucking hot.

The man with his cock inside her must have thought so, too, because he didn’t last as long as his friend and that was just fine with Jessica. As hot as she was, she wanted to cum and she wanted it bad.

“You ready for this?” the man asked.

“You know I am.”

“Okay then. Fuck. Oh geez. Here it comes.”

Jessica couldn’t help but moan as she felt that cock cum inside her, and even as she did, she felt her pussy tighten around it.

Now that was the way she wanted to wake up, Jessica told herself. Getting fucked by two, hard cocks from two guys she didn’t even know. It didn’t get any better than that.

It was several hours later and Dr. Jessica was thinking. Whatever had happened to her, it had to be because of that woman and it wasn’t hard to imagine what the woman looked like. She knew what the woman looked like because now she saw an exact replica of her every time she looked in the mirror.

At the time she’d seen her, Jessica had thought the woman to be a floozy, just another big-breasted blond who dressed cheap and had morals to match.

Misty Hyde, the woman had said her name was but sometimes it was hard to distinguish between herself and the other woman. When she’d gone out the night before, she’d called herself Misty Hyde and every time she looked in the mirror, she saw Misty Hyde. She must be Misty Hyde.

But she wasn’t Misty Hyde. It was just that every time she tried to tell herself that, it was just a little harder to believe. After all, she certainly looked like her.

No, she didn’t. It was just a trick. The dirty, little bimbo had done something to her, Dr. Jessica decided. That’s all it was and as soon as she figured out what was done, she’d get it undone, and then everything would be back to normal.

Jessica couldn’t help but moan and she knew why. It was the idea of something being done to her. That was just so fucking hot. She loved it when things were done to her.

No, that wasn’t right, she told herself.

Jessica growled to herself. It wasn’t hot so why did she think it was?

Okay, so it was something that had been done to her, the therapist tried to reason. Okay, she got that and she got the fact that it was the Misty Hyde broad that had done it to her. Okay, she got that. But how had she done it?

Jessica thought back to that one encounter.

They really hadn’t been together for all that long, Jessica thought, so how had she done it.

Well, there was one thing. There was the bitch sticking her fingers in her coffee. There as that.

Okay, there was that, but how did sticking your fingers in another person’s coffee make her suddenly turn into a bimbo.

The answer to that was obvious. It didn’t.

Okay, but it just had to be the coffee, she told herself. It just had to be the coffee.

But how could coffee do that to her. How could it change her into a cock-loving slut.

The answer was it couldn’t.

But then how else could she explain what had happened to her.

But this was silly, she argued back. Coffee couldn’t do this to her.

Maybe not, but what if it could.

She needed to find the slut, she told herself. She needed to find the real Misty Hyde but how was she going to do that?

She knew the answer almost as soon as she asked herself the question. The answer was Kay. Her secretary was so detail oriented that she wrote everything down. Jessica had even teased her about being so anal about it, but if she had let Misty Hyde into her office, she probably would have gotten the woman’s contact info and if she had, she would have written it down. All she had to do was give Kay a call.

And that was when she realized something. She couldn’t remember what Kay’s phone number was.

This was silly, Jessica thought. She knew what the number was. It was almost the same as her phone number. It was ...

It was ...

Why couldn’t she remember Kay’s number.

It was the stress, of course. It was the stress of the situation, and she certainly wasn’t handling it well. Maybe she should take it easier on the callers the next time one of them called in but then again, maybe not, and besides, she didn’t have to remember Kay’s number to reach her secretary. All she really had to remember was her own number, which was ...

Which was what?

This was stupid. Why couldn’t she remember her own number?

She tried to think again. Her own number. The one at the office. Her own number. It was ...

She couldn’t remember.

Damn it! This was damned annoying but there was another way. It was just that she didn’t want to have to get in her car and drive all the way down there.

Oh crap. Her car. She went and looked in her garage and just as she’d suspected, her car wasn’t there.

Where the hell was her car?

She knew she’d gone out the night before. She knew she’d let those guys bring her home but where had they brought her home from.

Damn it. She couldn’t remember but wherever it was, that was probably where her car was.

But so what if it was. She couldn’t remember where she’d brought them home from so she couldn’t remember where her car was.

The therapist sighed to herself. Fine, she told herself. She could deal with that later but for now, she needed to get herself down to the station so she picked up the phone and she called for a cab.

It wasn’t so bad, she thought as she sat there alone in her house. One hand played with her tits even as the other rubbed her pussy. It wasn’t so bad waiting like this.

What are you doing, the woman chastised herself. What are you doing? You’re playing with yourself like some sex-starved, little slut.

And the weird thing was even though she knew it was wrong, she didn’t seem to be able to keep her fingers from working their way between her legs.

She’d already made herself cum twice and she was well on her way to a third time when the cabbie showed up on her doorstep. Damn, she thought. If only he’d been a little bit later, then she could have got what she needed again.

Actually, the man was kind of cute, the therapist thought from the back seat. Well, not exactly cute, but she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have a cabbie fuck her. She’d never been fucked by a cabbie before.

Shut up, she told herself. Shut up.

It wasn’t until she got to the studio that she realized she’d made an error. The cabbie turned and looked back at her. “That’ll be twenty-seven, seventy-five,” he said.

“What?”

“The fare. It’s twenty-seven, seventy-five.”

“But I ... I don’t have any money.”

“What’d you say?”

“I don’t have any money.”

“God damn it. I don’t fucking believe it. I’m going to fucking call the cops on you.”

Jessica cringed at the man’s sudden show of hostility. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“Yeah, well sorry don’t pay the fucking bills.”

“I have money,” Jessica said.

“Yeah? Where is it?”

“I didn’t bring it.”

“God damn it.”

“I’m sorry,” she said again.

“Fuck. Wait. I know. How about you give me something else instead.”

“Something else?”

The cabbie nodded and his face took on an angry sneer. “How about we make a little trade.”

“What kind of a trade?”

“How about you suck my cock instead.”

“Suck your cock?”

“Yeah. It’s either that or you’re going to jail.”

Well, she certainly didn’t want to go to jail but from Jessica’s way of looking at it, she was getting the better part of this deal. She loved sucking cock.

She climbed into the front seat and she watched as the man pushed his pants down and suddenly, there he was. “You want me to suck that?”

“Yeah. What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing,” Jessica replied and in the next instant, she was bending down over the man’s body.

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned and then he groaned again as Jessica pushed her mouth even further onto his cock.

Jessica let one of her hands stroke the man’s balls and she liked the way it made him groan.

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. You’re really good at that, aren’t you?”

It was a question which didn’t really need an answer so Jessica didn’t bother answering it.

“Oh fuck,” the cabbie groaned. “Oh fuck. You’re going to make me cum.”

She certainly hoped so because if she wasn’t going to make him cum, then that meant she wasn’t doing it right.

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned again. “Oh fuck.”

Jessica sucked him harder.

“Oh fuck. Here it comes.”

She already knew that. She could feel the man’s cock swell in her mouth and then she felt it, the feel of his cum in her throat and she couldn’t help but love it.

It was only after the act was done and after the cabbie had driven away that the therapist was able to reflect on what she’d done. What the hell was the matter with her? She’d just sucked a cabbie’s cock just like a little slut and the worst part about it was she’d liked it. She’d liked it a lot.

What the hell was the matter with her?

The worst part about it was that she didn’t have an answer to that.

She entered the studios and she quickly made her way into the back where the offices were. Now, all she had to do was to find Kay.

Kay was in her office and she looked up when Jessica walked in. “What the hell are you doing here?” she asked.

“What?”

“I told you I’d give you a chance but only one chance. Do you know what my boss would say if she caught you back here again?”

“What?”

“She’d skin me alive,” Kay said. “Although it might be worth it to see her go off the deep end.”

She thinks I’m Misty Hyde, Jessica thought, and why shouldn’t she. She looked exactly like the other woman. The real question was why did that excite her so.

“What are you doing here?”

“I ... I ...”

“I told you not to come back.”

“I know, but—”

“But what?”

“I ... I wanted to make sure you knew how to reach me.”

“Why would I want to reach you?”

The other woman shrugged. She didn’t have an answer to that.

Kay sighed but then she reached in her desk and she pulled out a book. “Misty Hyde,” she read from the book. “495 Charleston Road, phone number 298-3441. That sound right to you?”

The other woman nodded.

“Good. Then get out of here.”

There was nothing that Jessica could do. She left the other woman’s office and as soon as she could, she called the phone number she’d been given.

“Hello,” a woman’s voice answered.

Misty Hyde’s brow tightened. That didn’t sound like the woman who’d been in her office before.

“Hello,” the woman said again. “Who is this?”

“It’s Misty Hyde,” Jessica said. Wait a minute. Why had she used that name, and why did it seem so right when she did?

There was a pause before the woman on the other end of the line spoke again. “Where are you?” she asked.

“I’m at the studio.”

“What studio?”

“The one where Jessica works.” Why was she speaking about herself as if she were someone else?

Another pause. “What do you want from me?”

“Can you ... I mean, can we ... can we talk.”

“I guess. Do you know where I live?”

“Yes, but—”

“But what?”

How could she explain that she didn’t have a car and that she was probably going to have to blow another cabbie just to get there.

“Would you like me to pick you up?”

“Could you?”

“It’s not a problem,” said the other woman. “It’s the least I could do. I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes. That okay?”

“That’s fine.”

It was more like twenty-five minutes before a car pulled up to the curb in front of Misty and when Misty peered in, it wasn’t the buxom blond that she’d expected to see behind the wheel. This woman had long brown hair and was of medium build. “Who are you?” she asked.

“That’s not important. Get in.”

Dr. Jessica would surely have argued with such an abrupt treatment of her but that wasn’t Misty’s way. She merely accepted what she’d been told and she climbed into the car.

“You buckled up?” the driver asked and Misty nodded. “All right then. Away we go.”

“Who are you?” Misty asked again once the car was in motion.

“Believe it or not, for a while there, I was you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You’re not supposed to. Listen up. I’m going to tell you what happened to you, not that it will matter all that much, but maybe it will make the transition easier.

Transition? What transition?

“This woman came to me about a year ago,” the brunette said. “She looked just like you do now and when I looked when I came to you. You with me so far?”

Misty nodded.

“The blond tells me she has a gift for me and I ask what gift, and you know what she did?”

Misty shook her head.

“She kisses me and I after I got over the shock of what she’d done, I asked her what the hell that was.

“’It’s your gift,’ the blond says.

“’You’re crazy,’ I tell her.

“Maybe, the blond says but then she says nothing more. She just leaves.

“Within days, I’d changed into the person you are now. I had big tits and blond hair and I seemed to have an almost insatiable urge for sex.”

“That’s not me,” Misty wanted to say, but everything the other woman was saying just sounded so right.

“I lost track of who I was. I was this girl, this girl named Misty Hyde, and I had this body that was in a near constant need for sex.”

Hey, that was funny, the blond in the passenger seat thought. Her name was Misty Hyde, too.

“I stayed that way for a year,” the brunette said, “and then suddenly, I knew. It was time for me to pass it on.”

“Pass what on?” Misty asked.

“The gift, and once I did pass it on, I went back to the way I was before.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you know what your name is?”

“Of course.”

“What is it?”

“Misty.”

“Misty what?”

“Misty Hyde.”

“Any other names?”

“Any other names what?”

“Any other names that people might call you by?”

Misty thought about it and then she shook her head. “Nope. Everyone just calls me Misty.”

“You’re ready,” the brunette said.

“Ready for what?”

“You’ll see,” the brunette said as she brought the car to the curb.

“Where are we?”

The brunette nodded at a tavern. “You see that place?”

“Yes.”

“It’s kind of a low life kind of place with a bunch of rough and tumble men.”

“Oh.”

“You should go in there.”

“Why?”

“Because they’ll know how to take care of you.”

“They will.”

The brunette nodded. “They’ve been taking care of Misty Hydes for quite some time now.

“Oh. Okay.”

The blond went to get out of the car and when she was finally out on the curb, the brunette stopped her. “Misty?”

“Yeah.”

“Have fun.”

“Oh. Okay. I will.”

The brunette smiled at that. “I’m sure you will,” she said. “I’m sure you will.”