The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The customer frowned. He put his purchases in his backpack and walked away from the counter. The bell tingled with the door announcing his exit.

Val watched him leave flatly. She belonged to a man. From her ovaries to her smile. She didn’t have to give that out anymore. She yawned.

Another text from Kirk vibrated her phone across the glass display case in front of her. He was extremely needy today. Everything was an emergency. Like he was away on one of his trips without her. He needed sex to even his keel. She’d have a headache again tonight.

The bell didn’t even catch her attention. She waited until the woman walked in front of her and she looked up. Her features froze, her shoulders squared, and her smile blossomed.

“Hello!” She said. He was tall. She liked tall. A bit too square. That bruised eye and cast made him look more a vagrant than a warrior. “It’s Owen, right?”

“It is,” he said. He had that glasses French bimbo at his side. Val ignored Giselle. “Um... I’m thinking Valerie? Frieda told me and I forget.”

“Just Val.” She said. “Are you looking for Kirk?”

“No.” He shook his head and smiled. “I’m looking for you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah.” He slipped his arm around Giselle’s hips. She smiled. Val kept her eyes from rolling. Owen said: “I’ve had such beautiful women at my disposal. It’s wrong to waste that.”

“So true!” Val leaned forward on her elbows. “I’m really fucking horny. Can we go in the back room and fuck?”

“Are there cameras?” Owen asked.

“No.”

“Good, I don’t really want to piss off your fiance before this is settled.” Owen nodded. “Have you ever met Mr Le Carre?”

“No,” Val shook her head.

“The two of us in the back office?” Giselle tried to look around Val’s shoulders to see, but there was no looking deep into the back of the store.

“No, honey,” Val smiled. “This was an invitation for Owen.”

Giselle pushed her glasses further up her nose. “Pauvre femme stupide. Vous pensez que vous avez le choix.”

Val and Giselle stared at each other with no animosity Owen could see. Val was surprised she didn’t set Giselle on fire. Val would not admit she had no idea what Giselle had said.

“Let me just flip the open/closed sign,” Val said. She stepped around the glass case. “You can run across the street and get us coffee and sandwiches for after. That’s your job, right? To go fetch coffee?”

“I am the personal assistante of Maxim le Carre,” Giselle said. “I do procure coffee from time to time.”

Owen was looking over Val and Giselle. He was thinking hard. Val had a ‘hot-for-teacher’ body and carriage that screamed sex. She was older than Owen but less than forty and he doubted most of his girls would look near that good at thirty. She had short red hair, large breasts under a tight sweater, and a long black skirt over tight calves in short heels.She smiled over her shoulder as she threw the deadbolt. Her eyes exclaimed how excited she was for him.

He felt like a god.

Giselle was almost perfect. She was the exception to Val. At near-30 she was as fit and gorgeous as any woman he had ever met. Her hair tied tightly back, the glasses, her soft winter coat was built for her figure. He knew the professional blouse and open cleavage she had on under that.

He was due both. Yet he was tempted away from a threesome. If they hadn’t come straight from the restaurant, he might have sent her for a sandwich and coffee. He didn’t believe himself, but he smiled for it.

He took a deep breath. Buying women and their bodies was not something he was made to handle.

“Have you ever been with a woman?” He asked Val.

“Oui,” Giselle said.

“No,” Val said. “You’ll find me at my best when—”

“When you’re open to new things,” he said, lifting her chin.

She smiled. He was due that, but her eyes were trying to start fires again.

“Oh, merci, uh, I should say, thank you, thank you!” Natasha clasped the maid’s hand after she had opened the door. Hafnan stood aside, her eyes downcast, behind her hand. She sobbed and shook her shoulders but couldn’t make tears fall. Natasha kicked Hafnan with the back of her ankle.

“It’s not trouble, sweetheart. Take care of your friend,” the maid said, and returned to her cart and moved on down the hallway.

Natasha dragged Hafnan inside.

“You embarrassed me.” Natasha said.

“Je suis deso—”

“Shut up,” Natasha said. She looked up and down the room. Everything was in its place. Giselle’s luggage was in the closet. Natasha pointed. Hafnan rushed over and began wheeling it out. “Remember how it was exactly.”

“Um…” Hafnan worried.

“Don’t slow down, put the suitcase on the bed.”

“Ou—Yes, Natasha.” Hafnan squeaked. It was bold but Natasha didn’t seem to respond poorly to hearing her name. Hafnan tried not to stare. She unzipped the bag.

“Clothes. Clothes. Remember how everything was packed,” Natasha said, as she watched Hafnan pick out everything and lay it down.

“Yes, of course,” Hafnan said. She laid out everything methodically on the covers. It would be easy to trace her steps backwards.

“Oh, her computer! Excellent.” Natasha set out around the bed and picked up a laptop plugged in on the nightstand.

“Only clothes and toiletries, Natasha,” Hafnan said.

“What?” Dammit! I want her diary or—”

“She keeps that in her attache or in her phone and—”

“Fuck!” Natasha swore. “Passwords. How are we supposed to buy these damned coins before Papa if we don’t know how much they cost?”

“That is your plan?” Hafnan asked.

“Yes, I’m sick of his silly obsession,” Natasha grumbled. “And I want the life I was leading in university back.”

“You are a very beautiful woman,” Giselle said. “Why not ask the man who owns the coins?”

“Did you see how many beautiful women this man had?” Natasha scowled.

“I did. He is led by his—”

“Oh my god! Giselle is an idiot!” Natasha laughed. “I’m in!”

“You knew her password?”

“No, but Papa’s security did,” Natasha said. She waved her phone at Hafnan. “Good! Leave her lingerie. We’re going?”

“I should put everything back.” Hafnan started loading the bag again but Natasha grabbed her elbow as she headed for the door.

“Why bother? She’ll figure out what we did when she sees that I stole her computer.”

Hafnan frowned darkly. She felt sick to her stomach to be party to theft.

Janice smiled warmly as she laid out coffees in front of Tamara and Jewel. Her brother’s old ex was positively glowing. Jewel looked exhausted. They both thanked her warmly.

“Can I get a pick me up?” Jewel asked Janice.

“I’ll hook you up with the guy who I usually buy and sell from,” Janice said, she shook her head. “I don’t really sell much now that weed’s gone legal and I burnt out my supply for you and the twins the other day.”

“Damn,” Jewel said.

“Don’t worry.” Tamara sipped her coffee. “I’ll keep her on her toes.”

Janice smiled. She was liking this side of Tamara, but it also twisted her heart a little. Would Owen? Owen had always been a dorky pervert, and that was going well for him. But her cousin was sensitive and a hopeless romantic too. Well, that’s what she saw in him at least. She frowned and rubbed Roxxi’s shoulder as she returned to her station behind the counter.

“Time for another break?” Roxxi said cheerfully.

“No, work work work, pocket Roxxi,” Janice said. “Lots to clean and tables to bus.”

Roxxi beamed brightly and rushed out into the dining room to clear tables. Janice frowned. Zera was ice cold. Roxxi was such a tryhard pleasure slave. How had this little people-pleaser become Elizabeth’s nemesis? At least Darlene hated Janice because Darlene was a possessive envious cunt. That she understood.

Janice served a few more customers humming to herself before Roxxi rushed back.

“All done!” Roxxi saluted. She skipped to the back to get refills for the creamer and sugar station.

“Hey,” Janice stopped her.

“Oh, what?” Roxxi beamed.

She was adorable. The electric blue hair and extra piercings only showed off her cute features and young face. She’d relaxed on how much black and dark blue lipstick she wore when at work. The formless coffee shop polo all but draped her but for the two barbells sticking up her nipples.

“Trying to figure out you and Liz,” Janice said. “I mean. Look at Tamara and Jewel.”

“They’re like, almost friends, but Tamara’s still really angry.” Roxxi pointed out.

“Yeah, that’s a strangely positive way of looking at it,” Janice frowned.

“The girls liked picking on Liz and I liked making my friends happy so I guess I went hard on her,” Roxxi frowned. “I never apologized!”

“Do you feel like you did anything wrong?” Janice said.

“I was mean, but I mean, almost no? I would do it again because that’s what was wanted of me.” Roxxi sighed. “I just... I don’t want Liz picking on me the way Tamara picks on Jewel.”

“No, no you don’t.” Janice smirked. She couldn’t picture Elizabeth clawing into anyone though. “Go refill the sugar packets. Then meet me in the backroom for another quick meeting.”

“Will do!”

Roxxi darted off. Janice smirked. Roxxi was basically the harem vibrator. Things seemed to be working out well for Owen. Darlene was mostly over Janice, right? Now that the bimbo brunette knew Janice wasn’t a threat.She licked her lips. For the moment, anyways.

Giselle hung her jacket on the peg in the back office of Kirk’s pawn shop. She had never fucked in somewhere so low-class before. She had been born into the far upper echelons of the middle class. She had gone to elite schools and world renowned universities. Her boyfriends had been classmates and richer older men.

Then she had been recruited by Maxim.

She wasn’t his prostitute. She wasn’t at his beck and call. She wasn’t a servant in bed. She was a mistress. She’d never be a wife but she expected respect, romance, and richness. She had to be seduced.

She was a different woman for Owen. He was a nobody. She never should have crossed paths with him but for a quirk of fate. She pulled the tie from her ponytail and pulled her sweater off of her torso.

She was in a small cluttered room. There was a desk that was never coming out without being taken apart. Owen and Val quickly stacked papers on the desk chair and cleared the surface.

The floor was concrete and covered with a rug that was old and discolored. Shelves held odd trinkets in plastic cases. It was hardly the accommodations she expected.

She wasn’t prissy and fussy though. She’d fucked in bathrooms and cars and out under the stars. They weren’t this though.

“Great her tits are out,” Val stood up straight and turned. Giselle hung her bra from the next peg.

“Great! Her tits are out!” Owen beamed.

Low class and yet she did feel powerful and desired. She licked her lips.

“You are not getting undressed?” Giselle asked, affecting a more aloof and dumb-sounding accent. “I’d hate to be alone.”

“Oh, we can’t keep the lady waiting.”

Owen grinned. Val rolled her eyes. Giselle pulled the zipper down her skirt.

Giselle appreciated a beautiful woman. How could anyone not? She also found it difficult to understand how someone didn’t appreciate a beautiful man. Though she did understand having a preference.

Owen thanked Val as she helped him from his shirt. He had broad shoulders, a big chest, and a solid body. He was hairy, manly. Give him more muscle tone and a bit more scruff across his jaw, he’d become Giselle’s preference.

Val was a beauty. It was in her face and her eyes. She looked dangerous. Part of that was the disgust she had for Giselle. Giselle hoped that this would benefit her. The man was injured. The woman was not a lesbian. She had to take command with Frieda. Giselle did not like taking command for sex.

“C’mere.” Owen reached for Giselle with his plastered wrist. He pushed her hair back over her ear. She stepped forward.

She was naked. He was stepping out of the pants and boxers Val had pulled down. Val was dressed.

Owen couldn’t pull Giselle, but he could guide her. She followed the intimate draw to his lips and kissed him. Her hands slipping up into his hair as she rose onto her tiptoes.

“Ugh…” Val groaned. “I can leave you both and—”

Val interrupted herself with a shriek. Giselle and Owen grabbed one of Val’s wrists each.

“Non,” Giselle rolled her eyes.

“I came here for you.” Owen said.

Val trembled at Owen’s tone, until she caught Giselle’s gaze.

“What are you doing?” Val asked. Giselle continued around Val and began unbuttoning and unzipping. Owen stepped in.

He weighed and measured Val’s breasts and hips. He kissed her lips and throat and nipples just as Giselle unhooked Val’s bra. Her ass was fabulous. Val nearly jumped out of her skin when Giselle’s hands rode down her bare skin.

“You seem nervous,” Owen teased and kissed Val once again.

“Look, this isn’t what I’m built for,” Val said.

“I want you to learn,” Owen countered.

“What lesson does she require first?” Giselle asked.

“Don’t you get into this!” Val all but hyperventilated.

“Shh!” Owen drew a finger down across Val’s lips. “I’m not going to have you do anything without me.”

“OK, good. I know guys like it when girls fake feelings for each other, and—”

“Don’t fake it,” Owen declared. “Giselle climb on the desk and open your thighs.”

“Biensur,” Giselle nodded. “I mean—”

“It’s OK. I can figure out the short ones,” Owen laughed. “Val?”

“What?” She asked, as she was pulled with her back flat against her chest.

“Kiss Giselle. Try her tits. Lick her pussy.” He said.

“But you said I wouldn’t do it without you!” Val worried.

“Oh,” Owen rubbed his hands over her ass. “I’ll be right here.”

Val squealed as she was pushed forward until her palms slapped the hardwood desk between Giselle’s thighs. Val closed her eyes tightly. Giselle lifted Val’s chin on one finger. Val was supposed to kiss Giselle. Giselle acted.

It was easy for Giselle to kiss Val. Giselle rubbed her pussy harshly, ensuring the rest would cum easily too. Val burbled and moaned into Giselle’s mouth. Val grabbed hold of Giselle’s wrist and waist to balance herself.

Owen stood up; his face was a mess of froth and spit. “Despite her complaints, she’s excited.”

“Oh shut up,” Val shuddered. Giselle shushed Val and led the woman down to her breast. Giselle shrieked. Val had bitten, not hard but sharply, as Owen seated himself into Val’s pussy.

“Oh wow,” Owen shook his head. “I’d worried I’d been spoiled on eighteen and twenty two year olds. This is a great pussy.”

“Fuck you!” Val groaned. Giselle dragged Val’s face acros to Giselle’s other breast.

Owen dug his fingers into Val’s hips. He fucked the tit out of her mouth.

“Cher... Lower.” Giselle wiggled back and led the woman’s face to the last commandment. Giselle didn’t expect to cum; she expected Val to be tempest-tossed and gun-shy nose to clit with her first lickable pussy. She grabbed Giselle tighter by the waist and fingers. Free hands would probably help her.

They fucked Val. Owen slapped his cock hard and deep into Val. Giselle ground her pussy across Val’s nose. Val did her best to rock her hips. Val did OK trying to wield her tongue. It was a mess. It was quite hot.

Val had a sexy moan: a rasp born from whiskey and the occasional cigarette. Her hard shut eyes and scrunched face didn’t hide her beauty. Her skin and figure bounding up and down the desk was wild and rapturous. It was a beautiful scene. Giselle rubbed her own clit, flicking Val steadily on the nose. They soon hit a warm serpentine rhythm.

Soon Owen began rushing ahead. Val’s contributions at the other end seemed much more successful than at Giselle’s. Giselle raised her eyes to meet Owen’s eyes. He was red-faced and twisted below his yellowed bruise. He smiled and panted like a dog. Giselle saw the girl watching them.

Frieda was wide-eyed filming the threesome. That didn’t surprise Giselle, or offend her, beyond the quality of the camera. She had never been paid for porn but there were more than a small share of videos and pictures of her across the internet or in private collections. She licked her lips and moaned.

Owen and Val were lost and didn’t see Frieda. In other circumstances, Giselle would have let that be. Instead. She tilted, almost fell, but raised her right foot and stroked Owen’s cheek. He snapped to the left and pulled her big toe in her mouth.

Her eyes fell serenely shut at the novel sensation. Her skin heated and her voice hitched as her own fingers, Val’s amateur cunnilingus, and Owen’s sloppy affection hit her like she didn’t expect.

Val twisted her face as girl-cum rinsed over her lips and jaw. She could hardly respond more. Owen was hammering from behind.

“No,” Giselle huffed and pulled her toe from Owen’s lips.

“What?” Owen asked. Giselle put her foot to Owen’s chin and turned his head to look over her shoulder. Frieda turned beet red. Her hands and her phone disappeared behind her back.

Frieda smiled awkwardly and Owen smiled back. She raised a finger from her lips and to the air. Be quiet and give me a minute in one convoluted gesture. She could join them in a moment. She never thought she’d be so happy to walk in on Val getting fucked. She licked her lips and bounced her shoulders as she retreated to the front room.

Her heart beat twenty times for every letter she typed. She squeezed her lip between her teeth. She had to be certain.

She tabbed over to her video and pressed play.

“Oh shit!” She squeaked and dropped her volume. She was pale faced as she looked back hoping she hadn’t been heard. She was furiously embarrassed. She had walked in on people fucking. Sure, she had fucked—

She put her hand on her heart and took a long deep breath.

She had had sex with Giselle. She had had sex with Owen. Holy shit! Val was in there! Frieda might have to fuck her stepmother.

She cackled.

No, no she wouldn’t have to do that.

The video playing on her phone was clear, even without the audio. That was Val. That was Owen. That was Giselle. That was penis. That was vagina. That was no one’s desk but her father’s.

She tabbed back to her drafted text message. She added three heart emojis and an “I hope youre OK.”

“Oh my god dad! I went to the store and Val had it closed. She was in the back. Im so sorry so sorry. Don’t be hurt too bad. She was always a whore. Heart heart heart I hope youre OK.”

Maybe a bit too much. Frieda deleted “She was always a whore.” and hit send.

“Oh, shit!” Frieda moaned.

“What’s wrong?” Owen wandered out and leaned on the counter.

“When did you get here?” Val was pale faced. She turned red in an instant. Right down to the breasts she was covering with her left hand.

“Just now. But, uh, Dad might be on his way.” Frieda said.

“Oh,” Owen looked at Val and Giselle. “Well, I’m done here. Let’s go Giselle.”

“Oui, maitre.” She bobbed her head and zipped up her skirt. Her bra and sweater dangled from her right elbow.

“I, um, I don’t have to work. I can come too.” Frieda smiled.

“Sure,. It was good to finally meet you Val.” Owen leaned over and kissed Val. Frieda made a childish gagging pantomime.

“Grow up, you little slut.” Val flipped her hair. “C’mon Owen. Let’s get your fucking clothes.”

“You look proud of yourself.” Giselle said as she settled the hem of her sweater around her waist. She reached up and freed her hair from the collar.

“I did a good thing!” Frieda said.

“Oh, that’s not something I expected to hear once I had become involved with Owen.”

“You have everything you need, girls?” Owen brought Giselle’s jacket and began getting dressed.

“Yes Master!” Frieda answered with a happy chirp.