The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Emily sat in the hospital cafeteria. She was enjoying a hot cup of the tea the locals seemed to prefer. It was dark and strong, but also very sweet. She thought they must pour sugar into the pot until no more can dissolve. It was exactly what she needed. Her shift was only half over, but she was exhausted.

‘I guess I shouldn’t be surprised,’ she thought, still feeling the pleasant ache between her legs. After her encounter with Gregg at the beginning of her shift, she returned the cart and threw the dirty linens down the laundry chute. As if a switch had been turned off, her sexual glow suddenly disappeared and she was left with the stark reality of what had happened. She walked back to Gregg’s room to talk to him about it, but he was sound asleep. Even her gentle prodding didn’t wake him up. She picked up his chart and re-read his case. She couldn’t understand where the energy for such a fantastic fuck had come from especially given that he had woken from a two-day coma only hours earlier. Whatever it was that happened between them had clearly used up what little store of energy he had left.

So, for the next three hours she had to work that much harder since she had spent nearly an hour with Gregg. Taking another sip of her tea, she was glad for the break. Free from her duties for a little while, her mind was free to go over events.

She knew she was pretty. When she finally blossomed at age 15, she had a steady stream of boyfriends, some serious, some fleeting. She had mastered the art of being cute, coy, and flirty, depending on which would serve her purposes best. But until this night, she had never been a seductress. Actually, tonight was a first on several fronts. She had NEVER slept with a patient in the three years she’d been volunteering at hospitals. She had NEVER slept with an older man, and at the age of eighteen, twenty-six seemed pretty old. She had NEVER swallowed a man’s cum, even though she had plenty of boyfriends who wished she had. She had never cum without being touched, and she had NEVER cum so many times in one night.

Just reminiscing about her encounter had her cunt twitching again. She was uncomfortably aware that she wasn’t wearing panties, having left them with Gregg as a playful reminder of their time together. Her thighs opened and closed slightly and she could feel the wet, sticky warmth start to spread. She stood from the table and got a lidded to-go cup from the cafeteria. She had thought to lie down on one of the couches in the lounge, but she really didn’t feel like being around anybody. She wandered aimlessly for a few minutes, taking sips of her tea when she found herself in front of his room. She still had 15 minutes left on her break, so no one would be looking for her. She checked around and no one was at the nurse’s station, so she slipped into Gregg’s darkened room unnoticed.

She put her tea down on the counter and walked over to the bedside. He was still sound-asleep. The stillness of the room was only broken by his head turning back and forth occasionally, his lips mumbling something unintelligible, and his fingers twitching. Once in a while one of his legs would bend slightly before settling back down. He was dreaming, she could tell. She looked into his face. Even with his eyes closed, she could see his innocence. What she told him earlier, she still believed: that he was a virgin before this night. He had told her how he avoided people, preferring to spend time with books. He had a great sense of being hurt, or worse, being the one to hurt someone else. She felt a strong attraction to him. It wasn’t love – she was sure of that – but it was a pull.

She smoothed the hair off his forehead, slightly damp with sweat. He looked pale, even in just the moonlight coming through the window. He calmed noticeably at her touch and she felt as if some part of her was being drawn in. She trailed her hand over his cheek, and down his chest, where she could feel his heartbeat. She could more than feel it – she felt like she could hear it in her head. bum-BUMP, bum-BUMP. When she pulled her attention away from his life-rhythm, she saw to her horror that her hand had continued its journey south. Gregg’s cock was laying against his right thigh, the one closest to her side of the bed, and her hand was grasping it, with only the thin material of his gown separating them. She jerked her hand away as if touching a burning stove, putting it to her own chest as if to control her suddenly quickening heartbeat. She took a few steps back away from the bed only to find that her hand had moved to grasp her right tit, squeezing her ex

tended nipple between the middle of her thumb and the side of her palm.

She dropped her hands to her sides. Her hands clenched and unclenched in fists as she fought them for control. Taking a cleansing breath, she pulled the room’s lone chair over to the side of the bed and sat down to think things through.

‘What is it about this guy that has me hot all over? Why do I have a desperate need to lay my hands on him, touch him, join with him?’ She paused, ‘Then again, when have I ever used phrases like ‘lay my hands’ or ‘join with’ when referring to another human-being.’

Gregg shifted on the bed, and his gown rode up on his leg. From where she was sitting, she could see his cock laying against his leg. ‘Why didn’t I put him under the covers?’ His cock twitched and she gave a start, realizing that she’d been staring at it. To her horror, and amusement, it started growing again. She thought she could hear his pulse again, pounding in her ears. Emily watched his cock grow in tiny jerks, each spasm synced to his heartbeat…or was it her own? She began to feel detached from her body, like she was an observer caught inside this flesh prison. She could sense everything it felt, saw, and heard, but she had no control over its actions. She looked down and saw that her own skirt had ridden up and that she was darting one finger in and out of her wet cunt, occasionally bringing it out to circle around her clit. She looked up and saw that his cock was fully erect, even though he was still asleep. She had a bad feeling where this was goin

g…or was it a good feeling?

It was a dream. He didn’t know how, but he knew it was a dream. He was in a room, a bedroom. He was sitting up on the bed, his feet on the floor. He didn’t know why, but he was sure it was located where the current dig was. Lit braziers kept the night chill away, and small fire provided the only light beyond the moonlight coming in from the window. He felt like he was waiting for something. He looked around. The room was small, with only the bed and a small table as furniture. He was naked, but for some reason it didn’t bother him. A small brown cat purred on the bed. It stood from its prone position and stretched, small but lithe. It walked over to him and rubbed his back with its head, marking him with its scent. As it did so, he felt strength seeping into him, some of the day’s exhaustion leaving him.

“It seems Ahméla brought you a present,” a sultry voice sounded from the doorway. Gregg looked up from the cat and met her eyes. “You may leave us now Ahméla. Thank you for letting me know he was awake.” The cat looked at the doorway and back up at Gregg.

He nodded his head and scratched it behind its ears. “Yes, thank you Ahméla. I feel much better.” The cat licked his fingers and then bounded off the bed and out the door. He watched her exit until his eyes met the legs that went with the voice he just heard. The woman standing in the doorway was beyond beautiful. She wore only a loose fitting white shift that hinted at the treasures beneath. Her face was blurred, so he couldn’t make out any details. All he knew was that red hair framed her face and eyes that were impossibly green bore into his soul. There was something dangerous and yet alluring about her being there.

She walked toward the bed, her hips swaying seductively. She pushed him back into bed, laying him on his back. She sat next to him, her hands tracing lazy circles over her chest. “Ahméla brought you here to heal. You know you’re not supposed to be out of bed.” Even though he couldn’t make out her facial features, he was sure she smiled.

With that, she bent forward and took his cock into her mouth.

Gregg closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He whispered, “Yes, My Queen…” and drifted away with the pleasure, the scenery around him dissolving.

Gregg’s eyes fluttered open. It was still night. He was sure he was still experiencing afterimages of his dream because he felt the most wonderful feeling coming from his groin. He was content to bask in his memories of that dream, but the pleasure started feeling too real. As the fog of sleep started to lift, he also became aware of the sounds. The wet, sucking sounds and the low groans – groans that were not his own.

He looked down and saw a figure standing over the bed, bent in half with one foot on the floor and one knee on the bed. The only clothing he could see was the red lacy bra she was wearing. Other than that, from what he could tell, she appeared to be naked. Her left hand balanced her weight on the bed while her right gripped him firmly in the middle of his erect cock. It jacked up and down in time with her mouth which plunged up and down in a relentless rhythm. Emily looked up when his hand caressed her head, gently gripping it over her left ear.

She looked up, seeing that he was awake, but she didn’t stop, nor even slow down. Gregg’s head was spinning a mile a minute. As much as he was enjoying what was going on, he felt like his grip on reality was slipping and he needed a second to clear his head. Using both hands and almost all the strength he could muster, he pulled her face off his cock with an audible pop. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth, trying to maintain contact with it. With a firm grip on either side of her head, he lifted her face up so she was looking at him. She stopped trying to force her face down, but her hand still slowly jacked his cock.

“Ahméla…” he shook his head, trying to clear the last remnants of the dream. “Emily, what are you doing?”

Emily didn’t flinch at names. Both sounded…right. “I don’t know,” she said, licking her lips, savoring the taste of his flesh on her tongue. “I came to check on you, and your cock started grow, and I don’t know…I…I just had to…had to have it.”

Gregg took a moment to marvel at how pretty she was. Her hair pulled back in its ponytail hid none of the features of her face. She was flush with excitement, giving her skin a very sexy glow. From the angle he had, he could look deep into the crevice of her breasts, still encased and slightly pushed together in her bra. W was at a loss for words and relaxed his grip on her head.

Still gripping his cock, Emily stood straighter. She opened her mouth slightly and the tip of her tongue extended to touch the middle of her upper lip. Whether it was a sensual gesture, or just one of thought, Gregg couldn’t tell. But suddenly she retracted her tongue and had a wicked grin on her face.

With cat-like dexterity that surprised them both, Emily vaulted onto the bed, landing with her knees on either side of his chest, her body pointing down toward her feet. She arched her back so her breasts were crushed against his stomach and the side of her face resting in the dense curls at the base of his erect cock. This caused her pussy to peek out from between her asscheeks and gape wetly only inches from his face. He was hypnotized by the sight. He had never been this close to one before, and he studied it, like a pottery specimens he’d found…except ruins didn’t smell this enticing.

He brought his hands up between her spread thighs. With his left thumb, he pushed one side of her gash open, revealing the glistening pink interior. He brought up his right index finger and traced around the lips. As it got coated with her secretions, he pushed it into her, feeling its depths. The walls of her pussy clamped around the invader, massaging it, milking it. Gregg heard Emily moan and realized she was resting her cheek at the bottom of his abdomen, his cock bumping against her hair. For the time being, she seemed content to let him explore. The furious rush to make him cum moments earlier seemed to vanish in favor of this more languid, sensual exploration.

Gregg darted his finger in and out of her c, amazed by the flood of liquids coating his finger. He pulled it out and watched as her vaginal muscles clenched and unclenched, seeking its now-missing intruder. Gregg brought his finger to his face, inhaling the musky aroma. He tentatively stuck out his tongue and tasted her juices off his finger. The small taste sent a wave of pleasure through his body. He couldn’t explain why, but he thought that this must be the kind of rush junkies get when the shoot up.

Cleaning off the rest of her juices from his finger, he wet his middle finger also and then inserted both fingers into her open slit. Emily groaned, the walls of her cunt resuming their massage of his digits. Gregg also noticed that her hips began flexing in time to his plunges. He pulled them out again, but didn’t break contact. He used his slimy fingers to trace around the lips of her pussy, finally coming to the small nubbin inside at the bottom, or the top – if she were standing. His fingers slid across it, and her whole body jerked. “Yesssss,” she hissed.

Gregg needed no more introduction. He pulled his hands out from under her cunt and gripped her hips. He pulled her back until her cuntlips where over his face. With a sudden jerk of his head, he thrust his lips at her opening, causing a startled gasp to come from Emily. His tongue snaked out and plunged her depths, sliding up and down, in and out. He’d trace her lips and then thrust his face fully into her, shaking his head back and forth.

Emily was beside herself with pleasure. She’d thought she’d have to give him some pointers, but he seemed a natural. She lifted her head so she could take his cock back in her mouth, moaning furiously into the tip. She kept her hands to either side of his hips, wanting to only use her mouth. Her tongue tickled this piss-slit at the top and then she stuffed as much of his cock between her stretched lips as possible. Back and forth she rocked, her bra-clad tits brushing tightly against his stomach. Even through the material, she could feel shockwaves racing from her nipples down her spine and to her cunt.

Their mutual oral pleasures played itself out like a race, with each runner trying to get the other to reach the finish line first. Gregg would suck on Emily’s clit hard, letting his tongue take long swipes within the vacuum of his mouth. She would grind harder and harder against his face. Suddenly, the suction on his cock would substantially increase and he found the pleasure so intense that he couldn’t give her clit as much attention. Sensing that he was getting near explosion, he’d redouble his efforts to make her cum. And so it went—each would find themselves coming to a peak of pleasure and not wanting the moment to end, they’d focus on giving their partner even more pleasure, distracting themselves from the eventual and inevitable. Back and forth they went, each alternating on bringing the other to near total bliss.

Gregg’s head lay flat against his pillow. Emily ground her sopping pussy against his face. Her cunt was grinding onto his nose, tongue, and chin that he was sure she could have brought herself off, even if he did nothing. But he grasped her clit between his lips and sucked hard, letting his tongue flick across its super-sensitive tip. Similarly, at the other end of the bed, Emily had stopped trying to do anything fancy with W’s cock. She mostly tried to keep her head still while he thrust his hips off the bed, fucking his cock in and out of her mouth. She eventually had to grip his cock in her hand simply to keep him from thrusting too far and choking her. She had never deep-throated a cock before, and while the prospect excited her, she was sure she wasn’t ready for this monster to try sliding down her throat.

Soon the inevitable did happen, and Gregg felt his cock spasming like crazy. Emily, despite her near total pleasure about to crest, recognized the signs and moved her grip further up his stalk, just under the crown. She covered the head with her lips and flicked her tongue quickly back and forth across the tip, her hand also quickly jerking in small up and down motions. Gregg’s asscheeks heaved off the bed, clenching and unclenching wildly and a veritable geyser of cum flooded into her mouth. With that initial release, W clamped down tightly with his lips on her clit, moaning loudly. The pressure and the vibrations sent her over the edge, triggering her own orgasm. Her cunt lips spasmed and clenched, juice flooding onto his face. He was taken somewhat by surprise, but even as his cock shot off a second spurt into her mouth, he lapped furiously at the juices she supplied. A third shot. A fourth. A fifth and a sixth. Finally, a smaller seventh, and then a few

more spasms as cum dribble out the tip. Emily was glad he’d finally stopped spraying. Any more and some would have escaped her mouth. If she hadn’t kept only the tip of his cock in her mouth, she wouldn’t have been able to keep it all.

As her own spasms started to subside, she panted heavily through her nose. She swallowed his generous load and took a deep breath through her open mouth. She savored the aftertaste of cum in her mouth before dropping her head to his cock once again to try to get any last bit. The sudden suction on his ultra-sensitive post-orgasmic cock caused him spasm, but there was no more cum to offer.

Emily felt Gregg licking delicately at her cunt lips, kissing them, flicking his tongue across the nubbin. Emily likewise jerked when he did that. She stretched forward so she was lying across his body lengthwise, her knees bent next to his ears, her toes touching the wall above his head. Her cunt rest on his chest, just below his chin. He couldn’t reach it with his tongue, but he still had his hands on her ass. Her pelvis ground slowly back and forth on his chest, occasionally giving a small shudder. Gregg could feel her breath on his deflating cock and felt her fingers toying with his ballsack. He could swear he heard her purring.

Emily glanced up at the clock on the wall and saw that she was supposed to be back at work 15 minutes ago. It felt like hours, but she’d only entered his room a half-hour ago. As delicately as she could, and without half the grace she showed vaulting up, she managed to climb off him and stood by his bedside. Her pussyjuice coated the insides of her legs.

Gregg gazed up at her, exhaustion taking hold of him. He struggled to keep his eyes open. “Emily…I…I…” But that was all he managed to get out before falling back asleep.

She lovingly stroked his hair before leaning over to kiss him. He was out cold, not moving an inch. She tasted herself on his lips and a rush hit her. She leaned back down to kiss him again and snaked her tongue out licking around his lips and over his chin. Taking broad swipes, she lapped at all her juices coating his face until there remained no further trace.

‘Well, that’s ANOTHER thing I’ve NEVER done before.’

She went into the bathroom and wet a washcloth in the sink with warm water. Wringing it out, she returned to Gregg, gently wiping his face, then his cock before pulling his gown back down. She then pressed it firmly to her cunt, cleaning off the remnants of herself and off the inside of her thighs.

Rinsing off the washcloth again she wrung it out and hung it up to dry. She returned to the foot of the bed and began dressing herself…yet again. She put her skirt back on, still without panties, and then her white coat, deciding to leave the tanktop off which she folded and put in the big pocket opposite her stethoscope. Going over to the closet, she pulled an extra blanket down, shook it open and draped it over his sleeping form. She gave him one last look and touched his cheek before giving him one final kiss and heading out of the room.

Heather tossed in her sleep. She was dreaming again. But this dream was different from the ones earlier that evening. She was in a large building, it felt like a palace. She lay on a rug in the middle of the room, on her side reading a scroll of erotic poetry. She only had on a thin white shift, pulled up above her hips so she could play with herself while reading. On the table off to her left lay a stack of parchments and piles of coins and gems. Moaning softly, the thought to herself, ‘I’ll deal with the rest of the taxes tomorrow.’

From the doorway she heard a cat purr. She looked up and saw a lithe brown cat staring at her. “Hello Ahméla.” The cat bounded into the room onto her lap. It nuzzled against her generous chest while she scratched it behind its ears and down its back.

Just as quickly it jumped off of her and ran to the door. It stopped, looking over its shoulder as if waiting for her to follow. Understanding, Heather grabbed a cloak to cover herself, pulling the cowl over her head to hide her face and holding the sides closed to hide the fact she was wearing only a white silk shift. Putting on sandals, she followed the cat out. Through the twists and turns of the palace halls, she followed the diminutive creature, silently padding along always checking to make sure she still followed. When it became clear where she was being led, the cat ran far ahead, trusting Heather to know the rest of the way.

Finding herself at the opposite end of the palatial grounds as her royal chambers, Heather entered the living quarters of the high priest. She knew he was recovering from the toll his rituals took on him. But if Ahméla summoned her, it could only mean one thing…he was awake.

She removed her sandals and cloak, leaving both by the door. She walked down the hall to the first room on the right and saw Gregg sitting on the edge of the bed…although he wasn’t Gregg. It was him, but it wasn’t…just like she knew whoever she was in this dream wasn’t named Heather. Just like she knew the voice was hers, but not the words…

“It seems Ahméla brought you a present,” she said, striking a sultry pose in the doorway. Gregg looked up from the cat and met her eyes. “You may leave us now Ahméla. Thank you for letting me know he was awake.” The cat looked at her and then back up at Gregg.

He nodded his head and scratched it behind its ears. “Yes, thank you Ahméla. I feel much better.” The cat licked his fingers and then bounded off the bed and out the door, but not before taking a turn around her legs, rubbing itself against her shins and calves.

She walked toward the bed, her hips swaying seductively. Being in his presence filled her with lust. She pushed him back into bed, laying him on his back. She sat next to him, her hands tracing lazy circles over her chest. “Ahméla brought you here to heal. You know you’re not supposed to be out of bed,” she smiled.

With that, she bent forward and took his cock into her mouth. He gasped in pleasure and it began to grow longer and harder under her deft touch. Her excitement grew and she began to touch herself. She heard him whisper “Yes, My Queen…” as she licked and sucked at his engorged member.

She knew he was recovering, but she couldn’t help herself. Peeling off her shift, she crawled back into bed, straddling his head, returning her attentions back to his throbbing member as he brought his lips up to her wet cunt…

Heather woke again with a start. Her cunt was throbbing wildly from her dreams. This was the second time this night that she woke from highly erotic dreams, her cunt spasming with desire. She gripped her cuntmound through her panties and furiously rubbed it. She trapped her clit between her index and middle finger as it pressed against the soaked cotton material and she squeezed harshly. Her t-shirt was pulled up around her neck and her other hand squeezed her nipple violently. She released her nipple so she could bite her hand to stifle her moans of pleasure. She came hard, bucking and thrashing. Her mind filled with thoughts of W eating her c out.

When her spasms finally subsided, she threw her left hand over her head, tangling in her thick red hair, rubbing her scalp, while her other hand remained at her crotch, still gently rubbing her cunt. Getting a control of her breathing, she finally stood and walked to the small washroom. She silently laughed at calling it a washroom. Back in the states she had closets bigger than this. It held a small shower in the corner and a toilet and a small sink, but she couldn’t stretch her arms in any direction without touching a wall. Given where they were, she was glad these campers at least had water and waste hookups. She had heard that some digs were so remote they had to drive hours into town just to get water.

Letting the sink fill with cool water, she peeled off her t-shirt and panties and then splashed some water on her face. Grabbing a washcloth, she patted her face, and then pressed the cool cloth to her neck and then to her chest. Finally she pressed it to her pussylips, washing away the remnants of her juices. The contact caused her cunt to contract, in one last aftershock of pleasure.

Dropping the cloth in the sink she looked at herself in the mirror. She had seen that look before. Her face was flush with excitement and her eyes had that smoky glaze she associated with having just been fucked. It had been since last summer since she was with anyone, man or woman – just before deciding to reenroll back in school. ‘That’s got to be it. Anyone who went nine months without getting laid would be just as horny as I am.’

She stared at her reflection. It had been a long time since she really stared at herself. She used to do it all the time, practicing her dancing naked in front of mirrored walls. Back then her body was her livelihood and she knew how to use every last inch of it to great effect. She traced her full lips with her finger, letting it pull at her lower lip slightly before touching it delicately with the tip of her tongue. She dropped her gaze to her naked breasts, cupping each magnificent mound in a hand and feeling their weight. They were large and heavy but firm. Her large areola were capped with nipples that were engorged with blood. She let her thumbs brush past them, pressing them flat and then spring back straight out causing herself to gasp in pleasure.

With her left hand remaining on her left tit, her right hand trailed down her stomach, her fingernails lightly scratching the skin, making goose-bumps appear across her flat tummy in and cool night air. Her fingers played in the small triangle of trimmed pussy hair at the apex of her lips. She had gotten used to keeping it mostly bare from her days as a stripper and felt no desire to let it grow back in full. The bottom point of the triangle ended just above her clit, which was hard and sticking out, ready for more attention. She pressed it lightly with her middle finger, causing her knees to buckle slightly and a moan escaped her lips.

She caught her reflection again and was amazed by how sexy a sight she was when aroused. Her finger made small circles around her clit, sometimes brushing past, sometimes pressing hard. Her knees were weak and she pressed her forehead against her reflection in the mirror to maintain her balance.

Slipping her first two fingers into her hole, she sighed as her long digits sank to the hilt. In and out, she began a slow, but exciting rhythm. She used her thumb to grasp her clit, squeezing it on her fingers’ out-strokes. The hand on her breast, gave up trying to pleasure the whole mound and resorted to pulling harshly on her nipple. The large areola was stretched, lifting the breast’s weight into the air.

Her eyes closed, she focused on the images from her dream. She imagined her fingers were not her fingers, but was Dr. Walter’s tongue. Releasing her massive tit, she stuck two fingering into her mouth to the knuckle, imagining it was Dr. Walter’s cock. She rolled her head from side to side against the mirror, fingers darting in and out of her mouth and her pussy, finally feeling herself crossover the apex into orgasm. “Oh, God! Yes!!” she cried, letting her head loll to the side, her cheek resting on the cool glass. Her hand dropped from her mouth to grip the sink to keep from falling.

Getting control of herself, she removed her hand from her crotch, but only after dipping her fingers between her lips one more time. She brought the wet digits up to her face and inserted them into her mouth, lasciviously licking off all her juices while maintaining eye contact with her reflection. ‘I still got it,’ she thought, giving herself a smoldering look in the mirror, her tongue dancing around her wet digits. Giving herself one last searing look in the mirror, she took a deep, cleansing breath, turned around and exited the bathroom, shutting off the light.

She padded over to her chest and took out another pair of panties. She hoped she didn’t have anymore erotic dreams tonight because this was her last pair. She’d have to do laundry tomorrow. Tucking herself back into bed, her last thoughts were of Gregg before succumbing to sleep.