The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Hester and I had been seeing each other for about seven months when the subject came up again.

“I wish I didn’t have that hangup about—you know.”

It had been so long since we’d talked about it, I didn’t know. “What?” I cuddled her closer, savoring our mutual dampness.

“About, well, you know—taking you in my mouth.” She was laying atop me and mumbling into my chest. My limpening dick was still inside her.

“You do take me into your mouth, lots. And I like it, lots.” I squeezed her pert buttocks. It had taken some getting used to, being in bed with her. I usually favor tall, well-upholstered women. Barely five feet tall, very slim and with petite breasts, at first it had been a bit too much like being with a young teen. Especially since she kept her fine, dark pubic hair trimmed quite short.

“No, I mean having you cum in my mouth.” She tilted her face up toward me. Her doe-shaped brown eyes were wide and soulful. “Sometimes I feel like I’m cheating you.” When she was really concerned and intimate, enough of her native Georgia crept into her voice to make her sound almost like a young girl, too.

I grinned at her. “That? Hey, I’ll trade away that for what we’ve got any time at all.” Which was true true true. At 30, Hester was a wildcat in bed. Sleek, lithe and firm, she threw herself into sex with the same passion as everything else—completely. Unlike a lot of women I’d known, Hester was not afraid of simply surrendering herself to pleasure, no matter how intense.

“Still...”

So what if those lush, full lips of hers and her slightly over-generous mouth looked as if they’d been designed for cocksucking? She did suck cock, and quite wonderfully. She simply didn’t want me cumming in her mouth. She said she loved to feel me cumming in her sweet little pussy and—sometimes—her narrow little butt. Hey—no problem!

“Still what?”

“Well, I remember how you got when you told me about Elly...I dunno. I guess I just don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Oh, yes—Elly. The petite young Pole from the old neighborhood. Elly—who’d gone from overweight teenage pudgeball to a svelte 20ish doll who had only one flaw keeping her from being the ideal vest-pocket Venus: her tits, which had ballooned out to something like 32-DD. Elly—who had loved swallowing cum so much that she came herself when she got a mouthful. I was beginning to regret mentioning Elly, though it had been with the best of intentions—namely, to convince Hester that I’d rather be in bed with her and her reluctance to suck me off than Elly and her hangups about her own orgasms being shameful.

“Nothing’s wrong with you. In fact, everything is just terrific about you.” Except your self-doubts and self-deprecation, I added mentally.

“You’re sweet,” she answered, nuzzling my chest hairs. Then she looked up into my eyes. The dim glow seeping into the bedroom from the living room lamp emphasized her high, finely chiseled cheekbones. She had cheekbones most models would kill for.

“You’re also not telling the whole truth about it,” she whispered. “I remember how hard you got when you told me how she got off just swallowing semen. You wish I was like that, too.”

“Not if it means changing anything else about you.”

“See? You do miss it.”

“Not really.”

“But you wish I was like that.”

I squeezed her butt, hard, and felt her pussy tighten around my dick. “You know what I like best, Hester?”

Her eyes were half-closed as she enjoyed the feel of my cock slowly reinflating in her cunt. She slowly shook her head. “Mmm?”

“When you use your inside muscles to hug me and get me hard again.”

A flush was growing on her cheeks. I could feel her nipples stiffening against my chest.

“Like this?”

I groaned as her pussy began pulsating on my prick, pulling and squeezing me. The first time we’d made it, I’d been a bit concerned about her small twat and her small frame taking my fairly thick dick. As tight as she was, though, she’d stretched easily and enjoyed every fat inch. But when she’d begun clamping down on my prick, I’d at first wondered if she really was a 14-year-old passing; the stricture was amazing.

And incredibly arousing.

“You like it when I do my kegels with you inside?” She grinned evilly. The flush had spread to her neck. Beneath my hands, her ass had begun slowly churning, around and up and down. Not a lot—but combined with what she was doing inside, she had me right back at full erection.

“Huh! Huh! Huh!” she grunted, grinding her mound against me and cumming.

I tried to dig my fingers into her butt and humped up at her.

“Gonna make you cum in me!” she gasped.

Her pussy flexed and spasmed, milking at my rigid prick.

“Gonna suck you off inside me!”

Flex-flex-flex. My balls were pulling up tight.

“Whantcha ta fill me with it!”

She pushed herself up on her arms and slammed her convulsing cunt up and down on my prick for about two inches.

“Do it!”

I did it. The semen swelled through my prick.

“Yes! YES! EEEEE!”

And as always, when she felt my cock throbbing inside her, she came too—and came hard. My balls churned and another shot bolted through my cock, squeezing past the constriction caused by her orgasmically tightened pussy and bursting into the sheath of her rippling cunt.

“EEEEE!”

I came again and again, draining my balls till they ached. When my surges finally stopped, her cunt convulsed rapidly on my cock, drawing up the last drops of cum and then some. I think my nuts were dusty by the time she let herself collapse atop me again.

As our breathing slowed and I kissed the top of her head and caressed her face and shoulders, she tilted her face up. She studied my expression.

“I’m gonna find a way to do it, Dan.”

“Huh?” I gasped wittily.

“To get over my hangup. I want us to have it all.”

“Stop it, Hester. This is so good the way it is, I don’t want to change any of it.”

“No! I want to do it all!”

“Sure, baby, sure.” I patted her butt and decided that was as good a place as any for my hand—covering most of her rock hard little hams. I let myself doze, not knowing what her determination was going to mean.

A few days passed. We spoke briefly once or twice. It was a busy time for both of us. Hester was assistant marketing director for a local cable station, and I was an ad copywriter. We’d met at a fund-raiser for an AIDS home care group when both of us ducked outside simultaneously for a smoke. It was only after we realized how well we hit it off—especially in the sack—that I told her exactly what I did and for whom. Some of my agency’s clients were among the biggest sponsors on her network, and one of them sponsored the highly rated evening sports segment.

Anyhow, with sweeps week concluding and me just finishing off a series of spots for a major local utility (which shall go nameless except that fans of “The President’s Analyst” may find a hint in the initials “TPC”), we were both very busy little urban professionals.

On Thursday, Hester left a message on my answering machine reminding me that she was going to be away for the weekend at one of her self-improvement retreats, and telling me she hoped we could get together the following Monday evening. That made me smile.

The smile and the promise almost weren’t enough for me, though. On Saturday I had to attend one of those dreadful family gatherings. They were bad enough under the best of circumstances—which is to say, when they were brief and relatively limited—but this was a very tough one: a wedding. My cousin’s oldest daughter, a girl from New Jersey with huge hair and huge tits and a huge opinion of herself, had roped a computer programmer. As I understood it, the poor soul had a mammoth IQ, about a dozen key copyrights on code, a ton of money and about as much experience with women as you’d expect from a prime example of nerdus extremis.

What made it worse, though, was Alicia. The bride’s younger sister decided to see how much of a rise she could get out of me by teasing me mercilessly. Like her sister, she had huge hair and huge tits, which made it tough enough, except she also knew very well how to tease—and she was fifteen. It rapidly became apparent to me that she was using her attentions to me to madden a seventeen-year-old from the groom’s party. Nothing I did or said made her stop until I whispered into her shell-like ear that I couldn’t wait for us to be alone so she could feel eight thick-as-her-wrist inches up her cute little butt.

Naturally, I was in a great mood by the time I got home to my empty apartment Saturday night, and a Con Ed crew drilling the pavement at six on Sunday morning put a cap on it. I finally went to the gym and put in a half-hour on the heavy bag to work off some of the tension.

When Monday evening finally rolled around, I had almost become human again and I was looking forward eagerly—and then some—to spending some Quality Time with Hester, i.e., fucking our brains out. She showed up her standard twenty minutes late, a tote bad slung over her shoulder. She was wearing high-heeled boots, skin-tight faded jeans and was clearly braless within her white blouse. With her hair pulled back into a ponytail, she looked like an ad for statutory rape.

“Hi, lover,” she cooed, and launched herself into my arms. We sucked face ferociously as she dropped her bag and wrapped her legs around my hips. I cupped her tight, denim-sheathed butt in both hands and kicked the door shut.

Two minutes later, we came up for air. She climbed off me and giggled. Her nipples were swollen through her blouse. “Miss me?”

“And how!” I growled, reaching for her. She danced away, holding up her hands to ward me off.

“Just you wait a minute, buster. I’ve got something for you.”

“Souvenir of the weekend of self-improvement? What was this one all about, anyhow?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” she said, smiling slyly. She was rummaging through her tote bag. “Ah!” She stood and handed me a small squeeze-bottle labeled as coconut-scented massage oil.

“Thank you,” I said. “We can massage each other and—”

Her smile broadened.

“What?”

She sat on the couch, still smiling, and held up one leg. “Boots please, sugar?”

I grinned, not knowing why, and fell into the ritual. I tugged off first one, then the other of her fine, leather calf-high boots. She continued to smile.

“Come on, Hester—give.”

She stood and motioned for me to sit. “This is something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time. First, put a little of the oil on your hand—just a smidgen.”

I uncapped the bottle squeezed a tiny drop into my palm. The aroma of fresh coconut was intense. I set the bottle aside and rubbed the oil all over my palms. “Okay?”

She took my wrists and brought her hand up to her face, closing her lovely eyes and inhaling deeply. With her eyes still shut, she said, “Now, what’s sweeter than sugar?”

What the hell was going on? I wondered, but decided to play along.

“Ummm....honey.”

“Mmmmmm.” Her eyes opened and I recognized the look. If her nipples had been stiff before, now they resembled spikes. Still holding my wrists, she used her legs to pry mine apart and sank to her knees between them. She put her hands on my thighs and said, “Now you just sit still, sugar.”

Hester quickly unfastened my belt and opened my zipper. She pulled my stiff prick out, leaned forward and plunged her mouth down over the knob. Her lips tightened on my shaft, and she began to suck while using her tongue on the underside of my glans.

“Wow! Dammit, that’s sooo gooood,” I moaned. “Oh, honey!”

When I said “honey,” she seemed to turn up the suction. She began alternately tightening and loosening her lush lips on my raging cock and moving them up and down just a bit on the shaft. And all the time, her tongue was fluttering wildly on the underside of my glans. She kept making these hungry little groaning noises. Her right hand came up to grab the base of my cock, and she began slowly pumping it. Her left hand went between her legs, and she started grabbing the denim-covered chub of her cunt.

My balls tightened, and I had to make a conscious effort not to buck my hips at her. “W-w-watch it, baby—I’m gonna cum soon!”

She moaned deep in her throat. She sucked all the harder, her hand began tugging on my shaft urgently, and her hips began to lurch just a bit. She palmed her cunt urgently.

I felt the pressure building. “I’m gonna—gonna—honey—”

She turned up the suction and the tongue work, groaning deep in her throat. The vibrations were the last straw. The jism blitzed up the length of my cock and spurted into the hot. welcoming cavern of her mouth. She swallowed and sucked for more, I fired another blast, and her hips bucked and trembled. She was cumming!

Seeing her get off as she greedily sucked my cock and swallowed my semen caused something inside me to let go. I sighed and relaxed and just let the cum flow. My loads were larger than usual, it seemed, and they just kept detonating. And with each big burst of my sauce, she just seemed to cum all the harder and suck all the more urgently.

When I finally finished emptying my nuts into her mouth, she released my cock with a long, gently loving suck. Hester settled her butt on her heels and lay her head on my thigh, panting. I caressed her head and her face and finally pulled her up onto the couch with me, cradling her in my arms.

She tilted her still-flushed face up at me. Her lush lips were still slick with my cum. I bent and kissed her, tasting my semen on her soft mouth.

When we broke the kiss, she smiled. “I can’t believe how much I came,” she whispered.

“I loved it. But I don’t understand.”

She blushed and lowered her eyes. “My self-improvement course.”

“You practiced cocksucking?”

She giggled softly. “Un-uh. Self-hypnosis. I learned to plant a suggestion. In this case, I’d get so hot to suck you off and swallow your semen that when I finally did, I’d cum. And keep cumming as long as I could swallow it.”

I understood, then. “And it’s a double-trigger: the smell of the coconut and the word—”

She put her finger on my lips. “I can still smell the coconut, so don’t say it until you’re ready to deliver.”

“Hmmm.” I kissed her ear. “What happens if you get triggered and there’s no source for relief? Ever thought of that?”

“Oh, I thought of it. On one of your phone messages, you say the word. I took a sniff of the oil and replayed the message.”

“And?”

“Pretty grim. I masturbated till my fingers were stiff, even tried using my massager and inserting a small Evian bottle. No go. Got in the tub and put the hand-held shower massager to use. No go. Finally went to sleep, exhausted, stiff—and still horny. Sleep seems to release it. But you wouldn’t believe the dreams I had.”

“Sounds promising.” It looked promising, too. Her nipples had gone back to high beam. “But you do still like, um...other stuff, I hope!” I slid my hand down to cup her firm little breast. She sighed and pushed against me.

“Um-hmmm!”

“Good. I’m hungry.”

“What do you want to—EEEK!”

Her shriek was surprise. I scooped her into my arms and stood, carrying her awkwardly—my pants were still around my ankles—into the bedroom. I dumped her onto the waterbed and then fell alongside her.

“Sir, are you going to ravish me?” she whispered in her best Georgia peach tones. She lay with her arms back, elbows bent, and her legs slightly parted.

“You bet.” I fumbled open the buttons of her blouse rather nimbly and set to giving her firm little tits the attention they deserved. When they were nice and wet with my saliva, I blew gently on them, cooling them. She hummed softly and tunelessly—until I gently took one spiked nipple carefully between my teeth, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her. I rubbed the trapped tip with my tongue and she groaned loudly and writhed slowly. When my hand reached her crotch, I cupped and lightly squeezed her pubis. She ground it into my palm. I slid my hand up and deftly unsnapped the waist of her jeans, then pushed the zipper down.

As I released her left nipple and began suckling at the right one, I began pushing the jeans down off her slim hips. She wriggled, trying to help, but it wasn’t enough; her jeans were too tight, She reached down herself and pushed them to her thighs. She wasn’t wearing panties. Promptly, I began licking my way down over her tummy and flat abdomen. I reversed myself on the bed and began licking her upper thighs as she tugged my trousers off my ankles.

With her jeans holding her thighs together, I had to stretch my tongue down to reached her swollen, slippery labia. Her moans got louder when I slid my hands beneath her to cup her small, hard ass. I lifted her to my mouth and slurped at as much of her cunt as I could reach. She was gasping fairly frantically now. When I slid one hand a little farther and wedged a finger into her cunt, she moaned loudly. Her pussy began spasming on that lone digit. I pumped it slowly as I ran the underside of my tongue over her swollen clit. She came, hard, grunting and then screaming softly.

As she came down from her rush, I rolled her onto her stomach, turned myself on the bed lengthwise and crawled up over her. I lowered myself, using one hand to guide my cock between her closed thighs.

“Yes...” she hissed softly.

I fit the head of my prick into her cunt and let myself down on her some more. The top of her head didn’t quite reach my chin, and I supported my upper-body weight on my elbows.

“Oh, yes...oh, yes...ohyesohyesohyessss...” she breathed as I slowly pushed the length of my thick dick into her tight-made-tighter pussy, stretching her wider and deeper until she had the whole meaty cylinder. Her hips shuddered and I felt her cunt spasming irregularly around my dick. Then she hunched her butt up and back at me sharply. Her pussy clamped tightly around me as her buttocks clenched in her cumming.

“Ravishing you,” I whispered.

“Fuck me,” she groaned. “Fuck me hard!”

I ground my pelvis in little circles and savored her loud moans of pleasure, then pulled halfway back—only to slam down into her, wrenching a yelp of enjoyment from her.

“Yes! Do it hard!” she demanded.

I repeated it, each time pulling back a little farther, teasing her with just my knob still inside her, then slamming down deep into her, grunting with the effort.

Suddenly, I rolled us both onto our sides.

“Pull your knees up,” I wheezed. As soon as she did, I rolled us both to our knees, still locked at the loins. She let her shoulders down to the bed as I knelt behind her, grasping her hips. I pulled ever so slowly back, looking down to observe the action. I did so enjoy seeing my thick cock pulling out of her small cunt. As tight as she was in that position, her cunt lips seemed to grasp my prick and some of the inner lining of her pussy actually seemed to turn inside out. Even her smooth little rosette of an asshole puckered out at me when I drove my meat into her. Given her narrow hips and tiny ass, it made my cock look huge by comparison—impossibly large for her to accommodate.

“Fuuuuuuck,” she moaned deep in her throat as I hesitated, only my tip still inside her.

I rammed into her, hard and deep. She grunted and then began thrashing her upper body on the bed. I plumbed her steamy depths, pulled back and did it again, pistoning my meat in her tight cunt. She shifted and slid her hand down to her crotch. I knew the instant her fingers found her clit; her pussy went nuts.

I was pumping like a madman, sweating heavily and snorting. The room was ripe with the aroma of her cunt juice. I tightened my grip on her hips and lifted her knees off the bed, with her head and shoulders still down.

“Yassss...” she growled, knowing and relishing what was coming. Using main force, I held her before me and began yanking her back at me in time with my thrusts. Her hands fell limp to the bed and she let me rut at her, harder and faster and deeper. I felt the rush start in my balls and then the lava surged the length of my cock, swelling it deeper and thicker into her. I pulled her tightly against me and let her knees come back down to the bed, and then I was gushing into her. She squealed softly into the bedcover and pulsed on me with every spurt.

The dregs eased into her sweet pussy, and with them went the last of my strength. I half-collapsed down onto her, pulling both of us onto our sides so we could nestle, spoon style.

“Oh, sugar,” she breathed, hugging my spent cock with her pussy.

“That was so good, honey,” I said, thoughtlessly.

“Oh, nooooo....” she groaned. “Why did you have to say that?” I felt her nipples, which had softened, stiffen in the palms of my hands. She wriggled out of my embrace, releasing my spent dick. She climbed up on her hands and still-hobbled knees. “I have to suck you,” she whimpered. “Have to suck you off.” She pushed me onto my back.

“You mean—”

“Gotta have it,” she mumbled, crawling over me and slurping my limp prick into her mouth. Her tongue was like sandpaper on my ultrasensitized cock, and I let out a loud “Ouch!” as she struggled to get any residue off my cock.

She raised her head and looked at me with desperation in her face. “I gotta have your cum or I’ll go crazy!”

Inspiration!

“I know where there’s plenty.” I sat up, groaning, and reached to her crotch, still soaked with our juices. I stuck a finger into her and withdrew it, slimed with our juices. “Here.”

She devoured my finger, thoroughly cleaning it. “Yes!” she breathed, rolling onto her back. We worked together to quickly drag the jeans the rest of the way off her, and then she reached between her legs with both hands and started scooping all the semen she could from her cunt to her mouth. Suddenly, her hips shook and she arched off the bed.

When she settled back, she was breathless.

“Are you okay now?” I asked, laying back next to her.

She nodded, panting. “Gotta be careful what you say to me.”

“No kidding.”

She rolled onto her side so her lovely little breasts were pressed against my arm. “I have a confession.”

“Yes?”

“I liked it.”

“I noticed.”

“No, not just the cumming and everything...” She lowered her gaze and actually seemed to blush a bit. “The wantonness. Is that a word?”

“It is now.”

She smiled slightly. “Even—even feeling slutty. Just wanting and craving your cum in my mouth, on my tongue, down my throat, in my belly...” She was half-gasping. “Living on your cum, feeding on it, nursing at your cock and feeling it big and hard and pulsing in my mouth...” She had one hand between her legs again. “I love feeling your cock swell with each spurt.” She closed her eyes and shuddered slightly. “I feel like I can just let go and indulge myself. I really think it’s the most intense orgasms for me.”

“That most erogenous of organs.”

She nodded solemnly. “The mind does have a lot to do with it. You don’t mind it, do you?”

“Being sucked off and watching you cum from doing it?” I smiled. “I can live with it as long as we keep doing other stuff.”

“Oh, goody.” She threw her small arm across my chest and nestled. I kissed the top of her head. “What about food?”

“Not really hungry,” she mumbled, half dozing.

“I wonder why?” I kidded, but she was already out. I ordered in Chinese for delivery from a place that boasted of never adding any chemicals to the food—especially MSG.

Even without the MSG, though, an hour after dinner, Hester was hungry again. I was too much of a gentleman to refuse.