The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I slowly sipped my Blue Light as I scanned the bar, looking for my next conquest. It had been my Friday night ritual long before the accident last year, and even back then, I managed to hook up at least a couple of times a month. Nowadays, of course, I never failed.

I gave the crowd the once-over, but none of the women there caught my eye. Just as I finished my drink and decided to try my luck at some other club, one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen walked through the door. Her wavy auburn hair cascaded down past her bare, tanned shoulders. Her curvaceous body was squeezed into a short, tight party dress that left very little to the imagination. And the way she moved her hips to the music told me that she had to be a demon in the sack. In fact, the only real problem was the accessory walking arm-in-arm with her. The boyfriend. He was tall and burly, and judging by the way he glared at anyone who so much as looked her way, he we definitely the jealous type. Fortunately, that really wasn’t an issue these days. Not since the accident.

I gently probed, just to size up the situation. It was pretty much what I figured. She’s the best thing to ever happen to him, and he’s afraid to lose her. So he lashes out at anyone who shows even the slightest interest in her. And with a woman like that, that’s a lot of lashing.

I probed just a little further. Yeah, he was definitely holding her back, almost smothering her. They fight constantly. It hasn’t come to blows yet, thank God, but it’s probably just a matter of time. I gave their relationship six months, tops.

For a brief moment, I was on the fence about whether or not it was even worth the effort, but the pulse in my forehead ended that debate quickly. If I didn’t release some of the pressure, the pulse would become a throb, then an ache, then a pain, and then a red-hot dagger jammed through my right temple. I only let it get that far once, and that was enough. Hell, I don’t even let it get past the “throb” if I can help it. I ordered another drink as I thought about my plan of attack. By the time the bartender refilled my glass, I knew the best way to do this.

I glanced up and down her curves as I gave her a little push. She looked up, startled. Her eyes met mine, and she smiled warmly. I smiled back as I gently pushed again. Her gaze turned sultry, and her smile became a shade more wicked. I knew I had her. Now, to deal with the only other obstacle in our path.

I didn’t need my powers to see that the boyfriend wasn’t happy as he watched her staring at me. Fighting past his rage, I pushed calm, soothing thoughts into his mind. It took three or four tries, but he was finally calm enough for me to approach them. As I crossed the room, a song played on the jukebox. It was one of those “new country” songs, about a guy picking up a woman right in front of her boyfriend. I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

I walked right up to her and looked into her eyes. With a smile, I said, “Hi there. I couldn’t help but see you from across the room.” (push) “I just have to say, you are by far the most beautiful, most sensual woman I’ve seen in a while.” (push) “I just had to come over, to try to get to know you better.” (push) “My name’s Ezekiel Savage, by the way. But friends and lovers” (Push!) “call me Zeke. And you are...?”

Her skin flushed with each push. With the last one, her knees began to wobble, and she let out a soft moan. She giggled, and stammered, “Ma... Maria.” She stared up at me, and I knew I had her. Now to work on the boyfriend....

I turned to him and held out my hand. After a gentle push, he shook it. With a wide grin, I said, “You know, you have a very sexy girlfriend.” (push) “I can only imagine how difficult it is to keep her satisfied.” (push) “I mean, she’s obviously too passionate for just one man.” (Push!) “And just because she wants to share that passion with others, that doesn’t mean she loves you any less, right?” (Push!) “At the end of the night, she still comes back home to you.” (Push!) “After all, it’s just sex, right?” (PUSH!!)

All he could do was nod in agreement. I have to say, I got a kick out of the confused expression on his face. With a grin, I replied, “Great! I’m glad you agree.” (push) “Now, if it’s okay with you,” (push) “Maria and I are going to find someplace a little more private to discuss this.” (push) “I hope that’s not a problem.” (Push!)

He smiled as he responded, “Sure, pal. No problem!” With a little “thank-you” nod, I took Maria by the arm and started to lead her away. After a few steps, I thought about that country song, and had a slightly evil idea. Turning around, I added, “Oh, I was wondering if you could do me a favour.” (push) “Do you mind keeping an eye on my beer for me?” (push) “You see, I don’t want to risk knocking it over.” (push) “Don’t worry. I shouldn’t be more than fifteen, twenty minutes.”

“Sure, buddy. Anything you want, pal!” After thanking him again, I lead Maria straight to the men’s room, after a quick scan to make sure it was empty.

She sank to her knees before me as soon as I closed the door, and she had my pants down and my cock in her mouth before I could turn the latch. She devoured it like she was sucking on a popsicle. I can’t even begin to describe the way her tongue fluttered along my shaft as she bobbed up and down on it. She moaned around my prick, and I looked down to see that she had pulled her dress up around her waist, and had her hand jammed down into her panties.

I gently eased her off of me, pulled her to her feet, and kissed her passionately. After a quick push, she had a trembling orgasm in my arms. As we kissed, I slipped off her dress and caressed every inch of her quivering body. A quick probe told me all of her favourite erogenous zones, and I made use of each and every one of them. I firmly squeezed her firm breasts, rolling her swollen nipples with my thumbs, as I worked my face in between, slathering her deep cleavage with my tongue. I slowly kissed my way down her flat stomach, briefly fluttering the tip of my tongue in and out of her cute little belly button. As she perched on the edge of the sink, I ran my tongue up and down her inner thighs, pausing to blow on her sopping wet pussy, which sent shivers up and down her spine. I leaned in and planted a kiss on the crotch of her soaked panties, which made her moan. She held the back of my head, urging me to probe further. I slowly slid my hands up her hips, my fingers slipping under the traps of her thong. I eased them down slowly, almost teasing her. With her beautiful pussy now bare, I dove in, fluttering my tongue over her swollen clit. Without even needing another push, she came again, pulling my face against her crotch as her cries of pleasure echoed off of the restroom walls. She wouldn’t let me up off of my knees unless I made her cum again, this time after my probing finger found that magic spot about two inches inside of her.

As I got to my feet, she kissed me passionately, her savoury pussy juices covering my chin. I gently eased her thighs apart, and entered her. God, she was so hot, and tight! I drove into her, hard and fast, and she ground back against me, meeting me stroke for stroke. I bend down to gently nibble on her hard nipple as I slipped a hand between us, Just as my fingertip brushed against her clit, she came again. Her spasming pussy squeezed and tugged on my throbbing cock, sending me over the edge. I quickly filled my condom with my spunk, as her hot tunnel milked me for every drop.

Amazingly, after all this, I was still hard as a rock. Looking her incredible body over, I had a particularly nasty thought. I asked her to lean over the sink as I tossed the old condom in the trash and slipped on a fresh one. She trembled with pleasure as I caressed her shapely behind, but shirked away as I lightly brushed my fingertips across her tiny asshole. A quick probe told me she’s never had anal sex before. However, I just gave her another push, and she began to relax, even allowing me to ease a fingertip into her tight back door. She moaned, and began to back into my probing hand. I pulled my finger out and held her by the hips. I slid into her dripping pussy for a few strokes, just to lubricate the condom, then pulled out and gently eased the head of my cock into her asshole. She screamed out, but her cries turned to moans as I reached around to rub her clit as I entered her. I started with gentle strokes as I slowly slid deeper and deeper inside her tight dark hole. After I entered her all the way, I began to pick up the pace, driving faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Soon, she was driving back against me, trying to shove my prick deeper and deeper into her tight asshole. It was like riding a bucking bronco, and we both enjoyed every second of it. Before long, she came again, this orgasm even more powerful than all four others combined. With her tight, squeezing asshole surrounding my cock, I couldn’t help but cum with her, filling another condom with my seed.

I held her close, gently kissing the back of her neck, as we both came down from our orgasmic high. Reluctantly, we both parted and got dressed. After straightening her hair and makeup, and I probed to make sure the coast was clear, we both went back into the bar. After returning Maria to her boyfriend (and retrieving my beer), I said my goodbyes and we parted ways.

I hadn’t heard from them until about six months later, when they sent me an invitation to the wedding. I missed the ceremony, but I did manage to make it to the reception. (I also “made it” in a broom closet with two of her bridesmaids, but that’s a tale for another time.) They even invited me on their honeymoon, but I respectfully declined. I figured they’d meet more than enough people at that swinger’s convention at the Hedonism Resort in Jamaica, and I’d just be in the way. They did send me the video, though.

It just goes to show, every once in a while, it pays to use these powers for the greater good.