The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Three things slowly increased in the following week: Harry’s confidence asking for oral sex from his teacher, Harry’s stamina, and Harry’s guilt over what he was doing. Harry and Claire had a great relationship, always had, and the blow-jobs that Mrs Jenkins enthusiastically gave out on Monday and Wednesday were starting to make him feel bad. Date night came along, and Harry decided that it was time he told Claire what was happening.

He was prepared to be dumped. He hoped that she wouldn’t go public; Mrs Jenkins may have sometimes been a bitch, but she certainly didn’t deserve to lose her job, and any residual ill-will that Harry had felt was more than countered by her enthusiasm and love of sucking cock.

They were seated in the back of Claire’s car, waiting for the waitress to deliver their order of curly fries when Harry summoned the courage to be honest about his cheating.

“Claire, I have something to tell you…”

Claire turned to look at him, surprised by his earnest tone and demeanour. They’d been seeing each other for two months now, maybe a bit over, and she liked him plenty. Harry was simple—her last relationship had been with your typical “bad boy”, and dating Harry was…nice. It was relaxing. It was simple.

What could he have done that had him so worried?

“For the past two weeks, I’ve…oh geez, this is bad.”

Claire reached out her hand to hold his, intrigued. Except for last week, when he’d asked about her taste for blow-jobs, Harry had never once said anything out of the ordinary, never broken their weekly routine of food, a film, and a few minutes of goodnight kissing as she dropped him off.

“For the past two weeks, I’ve been getting oral sex from Mrs Jenkins after class. I’m really sorry, I’m not a cheating kind of guy…it all happened so suddenly, I just couldn’t…—”

Harry continued to apologise as Claire processed what he was saying. Mrs Jenkins was the bitchy new girl, the only teacher in the school who would write someone up for having a skirt too high. All the male teachers turned a blind eye, and the female teachers knew that it wasn’t worth the fuss. Mrs Jenkins, however…blowing Harry? He must be…

Claire looked up and made eye-contact with Harry. He looked completely serious as he explained that he’d found a note, or written a note or something. She cut off his apologies with a peal of laughter.

“Oh wow, you almost had me there!” Claire giggled. “Yeah, I’ve got something to tell you, too…Captain Jack has been going down on me for the last six months. I just couldn’t stop him, the rascal…”

She couldn’t believe his commitment to the joke. In fact, as he didn’t grin or smile or let up at all, she literally couldn’t believe his commitment to the joke. His expression hadn’t changed, he hadn’t lost any sincerity or guilt. Claire stopped laughing.

There was a pause, as the young couple stared at each other.

“I’m so sorry, Claire. I didn’t mean to…—”

“Wait, are you being serious? You’ve been…you mean…for the last week, Mrs Jenkins has been going down on you?”

“Two weeks. It all happened so fast!”

“No, but seriously. Mrs Jenkins??”

“Yeah, it’s…—”

“For real??”

“Yeah…—”

“No way!”

Claire stared at Harry, and a silence filled the small car before being broken by the waitress tapping on the window.

As she skated away, Claire munched on curly fries thoughtfully, while Harry just stared at her worriedly. When the box was finished, she had a sip of Harry’s coke and turned to him.

“You’re serious about this, yeah?” she asked.

“Yeah. Are you mad?”

“I’m not sure what I am yet. Tell me everything.”

After dropping Harry home, Claire’s brain was buzzing with the story Harry had just shared. Her simple, predictable, borderline boring boyfriend had just provided her with one of the strangest dates of her life. More than a few things struck her as strange about the scenario, but none as much as the fact that she wasn’t angry, and she didn’t feel betrayed. She was just curious, and (though she certainly wasn’t going to admit this to Harry) more than a little bit aroused.

As arranged, Claire was waiting outside Harry’s economics room when class ended the next morning. After everyone but Harry and Mrs Jenkins had left the room, Harry came and let her in, and the two of them stood in front of Mrs Jenkins’ desk together.

“Hello again Harry. Who’s this?”

Claire bristled slightly. She’d met Mrs Jenkins at least half a dozen time, most recently when Mrs Jenkins had specifically asked for her name, to write her up for uniform non-compliance. Harry didn’t notice this at all, and simply introduced her as “a friend.”

“I’m his girlfriend, actually.” Claire added. “We’re dating.”

“Good for you. What can I do for the pair of you?”

Harry glanced nervously at Claire, who widened her eyes insistently and nodded. He wasn’t sure whether the presence of another person in the room—his girlfriend, at that—would affect anything, but the whole situation was so strange that asking was the only way of knowing.

“I was wondering if you wanted to…um…”

The words died in his throat, and Claire took over.

“Harry was wondering if you’d suck his cock. I’ve heard that you really love sucking cock.”

There was a nervous pause, as Claire wondered if this was some elaborate trap by Harry to get her expelled, and Harry stared at his girlfriend, shocked by her fearlessness, but Mrs Jenkins didn’t take long to respond.

“Oh, yes! I do love sucking cock.”

Mrs Jenkins got out from behind the desk, and knelt down in front of Harry before stopping to look up at Claire.

“I hope you don’t mind. If you’d rather go first…”

“No no,” Claire responded quickly. “Please, go right ahead.”

Harry, for the umpteenth time in two weeks, couldn’t believe his luck. Not only was he getting an exquisite blowjob from the hottest teacher in his school, but it was happening while his equally sexy girlfriend stood next to him and watched, entranced. His eyes soon rolled back in pleasure as he tuned out anything that wasn’t the set of lips around his dick, or the hand alternately playing with his balls or running up and down his shaft.

Claire just watched as Mrs Jenkins’ expert lips brought her boyfriend off. After he’d finished cumming in her mouth, Harry zipped up his pants and Mrs Jenkins swallowed, and turned to Claire.

“I do apologise—I should have asked if you wanted to share his semen.”

Claire politely assured her that she was fine, and accompanied Harry out of the room, her head spinning.

The weekend passed uneventfully. Claire spent most of her hours online, trying to find anything she could about unusual teacher behaviour, Mrs Jenkins’ past, sex addicts…anything that could provide a clue as to what the hell was happening between her boyfriend and his teacher. The closest she got was a collection of erotic stories about teachers, brainwashed into performing sexual acts on students. They were clearly marked as fiction though, and while she enjoyed them so much that it made her uncomfortable, it brought her no closer to understanding what was happening.

Harry, for his part, spent the majority of his weekend replaying Friday morning in his mind, over and over again, and a small part of his time changing his sheets.

Monday morning, after Harry’s Economics class had ended, Claire was waiting there again. It went down as it had on Friday—after a brief chat, Mrs Jenkins went down on Harry while Claire watched. Wednesday was much the same, except that Claire asked a few questions about technique, which Mrs Jenkins was happy to answer.

On Thursday night, when Claire came to pick Harry up as usual, he couldn’t help but notice that she was dressed…differently. She always looked good, but it seemed like on this night, she had dressed particularly to impress. Looking closely, he could see that she even seemed to be wearing some subtle make-up.

“Hey you.” Claire said as he got in the car. “Burgers?”

Harry just nodded, and they drove in silence.

After ordering and parking, Harry couldn’t hold his questions in any longer.

“Claire…I’ve got to know. What’s going on?”

“Well,” Claire replied slowly, “I’ve just parked the car, and in a few minutes…unless something goes seriously, seriously wrong…someone is going to bring us our food.”

“No, that’s…that’s not what I mean. Why aren’t you mad about Mrs Jenkins? Why…what…why have you been coming along and watching? Are we going to break up? Are you going to report her?”

Claire laughed, and held a single finger to her lips.

“Harry, I’ve no idea what’s going on. I don’t know why Mrs Jenkins is doing what she’s doing, and I don’t even know why I’m not mad about it…I like you a lot, and I don’t want to break up with you. Something interesting is happening, and I like it. Let’s just let the interesting something happen, okay?”

There was a long silence, as Harry processed Claire’s words. He didn’t understand what was happening either, but he didn’t want unnecessary worry to stop a good thing from happening…and what was happening was definitely a good thing.

If Claire was happy to ride it out, so was he.

On Friday morning, to Harry’s surprise, Claire came and picked him up in the morning. She said she had a surprise for him, but refused to share any more information than him. The slight smile playing at the edge of her lips had Harry simultaneously nervous and curious.

No matter how much he badgered, she didn’t reveal anything more than “I have a surprise for you,” and it wasn’t until the two of them were standing in front of Mrs Jenkins’ desk that he discovered her surprise.

“Mrs Jenkins,” Claire started, before Harry could say anything. “You love sucking cock, yes?”

“Of course I do,” Mrs Jenkins replied, almost irritated by the question, before a broad smile spread across her face at the thought of it. “You know this, Claire.”

“I was just wondering…”

Harry and Mrs Jenkins both stared at Claire, who seemed to enjoy the attention, and dragged the question out.

“…have you ever gone down on a girl?”

There was a pause; Harry’s eyes widened as he realised what Claire was getting at, before he turned to Mrs Jenkins to see her reply.

Any hint of a smile was gone as she responded.

“Claire, that is an entirely inappropriate question! My sexual history is none of your business. I can’t believe that you would ask a teacher such a thing…honestly, you’re lucky I don’t report you.

“Now, unless Mr Campbell here wants me to suck his cock, I’m going to have to ask you two to leave. I’ve got a lot of work to do.”

Harry’s face went red; he was happy with how things are going, and worried that Claire’s impulsive attitude were going to spoil things. He turned to leave, not wanting to risk the day’s events any further…but Claire wasn’t done.

“So…you don’t like licking pussy then?”

“Of course I don’t! I’m not a lesbian, young lady. I love sucking cock —…” her smile returned as she said the words “…— but that’s simply because I’m a normal, heterosexual woman.”

Mrs Jenkins stood up, clearly trying to regain some authority over the situation.

“Now, I allow Harry to interrupt me in my time off because I happen to love sucking his cock. As you don’t have a cock, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

There was a pause as the teacher considered her words.

“Unless, of course, you want to join me.”

Harry didn’t dare stare at his girlfriend; more than a few times, he’d brought himself off to the image of his girlfriend and his teacher sharing his cock, but he didn’t want to jinx the situation. He stared straight ahead, and thus missed the continuing bold look on his girlfriend’s face.

“So,” she continued, hardly reacting at all to the teacher’s strong words, or the offer that had followed them, “you don’t like licking pussy, you don’t like going down on girls, you love sucking cock…”

“That’s right,” the teacher said sternly, clearly about to explode in anger once more.

“…how do you feel about sucking clit?”

“Oh,” the teacher replied, sitting down as if the storm had passed, as if she’d never raised her voice at all. “Well, now that you ask—I do love sucking clit.”

Harry stood there in a stunned silence as his teacher assisted his girlfriend in taking her pants off—a feat he’d not even come close to accomplishing yet—and watched in bewilderment as his teacher tentatively explored Claire’s pussy with her tongue. He’d always imagined that Claire would be his first experience with giving oral sex, but he’d expected to be much more involved than this.

“Don’t take care of that,” Mrs Jenkins said, emerging from between his girlfriend’s legs and gesturing towards his cock. “I’ll take care of it once I’m done here.

“I do love sucking cock.”