The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The Parks at Arlington Mall was a sprawling collection of stores just like any other in the country. There were two levels of stores that would happily take your money and empty your bank account in a hurry. JC Penney, Foley’s, Dillard’s, Mervyn’s, and Sears were all situated along the border of the complex as anchors for both levels. An AMC theater was situated on the north point of the mall and in between all of those hulks stood an array of shops for anything from clothing to toys to home accessories. The only difference between this one and the one I had visited back home was the overall arrangement. A mall is a mall.

After parking and walking in, I tried to take in the number of stores immediately visible. I spotted the JC Penney and made a bee line for it.

Renée asked, “Why were we going in here?”

I pulled the front of my shorts from my belly. The two inch gap revealed my need for correctly fitting attire.

“We’re getting you a whole wardrobe...” she began, but I interrupted.

“I just want something to wear immediately; just another pair of shorts for between stores.” I was pretty certain that we wouldn’t be stopping at just one location. Otherwise we wouldn’t be at a mall. I didn’t have a problem with the plain blue t-shirt I wore. It wasn’t snug across my tighter gut and I liked that. I took her hand and we found the men’s clothing. Looking through the proffered racks of shorts for a minute, I realized I wasn’t sure what size to get.

Renée shoved me into a fitting room and started handing me different sizes to try on. Two days prior I had fit a thirty-six waist, but I was down to a thirty-two. The shorts Renée chose were also shorter than I would normally buy. They reminded me of shorts some of the other kids had worn to Phys. Ed. in high school. They were very short, had a small split on the outside of each non-existent leg and a draw string in front was all that held them up. The color matched my t-shirt, but that didn’t make me feel any better about them. I felt like I wasn’t wearing much more than underwear, which Renée wouldn’t let me have. I pointed it out to her.

Stepping up close and rubbing my thigh she said, “But these show off more of your sexy legs.” I didn’t know which did it, either the way she spoke or her touch on my thigh, but my blood was flowing. Quickly the affect was obvious. Looking down, she saw my tent and how it pushed the front of the left leg out.

I felt her hand rise up my thigh and her fingers brushed the tip of my semi-hard cock. More blood rushed to her touch and I felt the cool air of the store caressing me as well.

She smiled at my mix of distress and need. After a quick look around, she knelt before me. “You’re showing about half an inch past the length of your shorts.” I felt her hot breath at the tip of my compressed hard-on, and then her lips and tongue.

My distress grew as did my blood pressure. I whispered, “I don’t think this is a good place for this.”

Looking down I found her eyes watching my face. Her tongue extended to my cock head and her mouth spread wide in a smile. For a few more seconds she continued to tease me, and then pulled back licking her lips. “You’re right. Snacks are supposed to be kept on the food court.”

“That’s not what I meant!” fell on deaf ears as she grabbed a couple more pairs of the same shorts and headed for the nearest register. I followed only because I didn’t have the money to pick out something I would be more comfortable in.

Renée lead me from one men’s store to another. The sequence was the same as it had been at the Men’s Warehouse the day before. I shivered in a dressing room as she handed me slacks, shirts, shorts, socks and shoes to try on. She even convinced me to try on a couple of sports jackets and ties for formal dinners and such. I wasn’t too keen on wearing a tie, but she was the one paying for it all.

We went from store to store like that, walking out with a bag or two from each one. After carrying what felt like enough material to make a hot air balloon, we returned to her car and loaded it into the trunk.

I started to pull a pair of new shorts out that had been among the newest purchases, but she slapped my hands away and slammed the trunk closed.

I looked at her and wailed, “I wanted to put on something more comfortable!”

Her eyes roamed over me, “You don’t need it. You look fine.” She then held her hand out to me.

Tentatively, I took it. She started pulling me back into the mall. I couldn’t possibly believe that we were after more clothes. “Did we forget something?”

“No. I just thought we could walk around and hang out.” Her smile was that same mischievous twist that gave me pause. She pulled and I bowed to her will. She had the keys to her car, which was locked, and it was a long walk back to the apartment complex. I didn’t know what she had in mind, but the smile on her face told me that she would enjoy it while I would probably have a problem with a constantly red face.

At first, she was true to her word. We strolled along and did a bit of window shopping. There was nothing overt in her actions and I finally gave in and tried to remain as comfortable as I could in those short shorts. Occasionally, I caught eyes aimed our way and knew that my not-so-tanned legs were the source of some hidden giggling. It was weird how I never actually caught anyone laughing out loud or with that look that tells you they’ve found your predicament amusing with a mocking tone. Maybe it was my embarrassment playing tricks on me. It may have even been how I expected people to react to me, but I wasn’t in high school anymore. I left that small town to get away from those jeers and taunts. No one knew me, except for Renée and she seemed perfectly happy with the way I was dressed.

Renée gave a tug and my thoughts dropped away. The smile on her face was once again suggesting that maybe I should be on the defensive. Another tug and she was guiding me toward Victoria’s Secret. Knowing how her appetite for sex was, I wondered how quickly we would get thrown out. I thought she made it abundantly clear that she didn’t want me wearing underwear when I saw the section for men’s undergarments. Then strange thoughts of her having me try on women’s panties crossed my mind and I began to fear why we were there.

She walked over to the bra section and began looking them over. I hovered near by, somewhat confused. Maybe she was there to get something for herself.

Why did everything have to be about me?

It didn’t.

I relaxed, “Do they actually carry this in your size?” I’d handled her breasts and knew what she was packing.

Her tube top did nothing to hide the fact as she turned to me, “Actually yes. But most of the time, I forgo it. The straps become brutal after a while.”

I ran the back of my finger along the edge where the fabric of her tube top gave way to the flesh of her breast, “I like them better without the restraint.”

She smiled at me as she pressed herself to my touch, “Good.”

While looking at some of the garments, one of the saleswomen approached. “It’s been a while,” she said as she stopped just short of touching distance. Perfect for talking about the selection of clothing we were surrounded by without being easily overheard without someone getting closer.

Jeri was the name on her tag, and just below in smaller letters were the words Store Manager.

Dirty blonde hair fell in thick waves over her shoulders and down her back. Jeri’s sparkling blue eyes were open with the friendliness of a salesperson but held just enough of a hint around the edges to know what she was selling was for intimate encounters. Every detail of her makeup was enough to enhance not only her appearance but her overall attitude. With just that face, one could tell she knew how to sell their products.

Her outfit conformed to the same slight hints and teases. Revealing enough to know she had a wonderful body, but not so much to insinuate she gave it up that easily. Even though summer was still beating the parking lot outside with unending heat, she wore a white open jacket. It was light leather that could keep someone cool even in the relentless sun. The jacket was short, stopping just at the top of the suede skirt that hugged her hips and upper thighs. The white top that barely clasped together over her perfectly cupped breasts revealed part of the lace of her white bra. All the white made the tan of her skin along the line of her cleavage seem darker than it was. I had to force my eyes down before she looked my way and caught my stare. Below the skirt, her legs were encased in white stockings and finally a pair of white high-heeled pumps finished the ensemble.

Renée turned to face her. “Hey, Jeri. How’s business?”

Jeri was about Erin’s height in the heels. Without them she probably measured about five three. I wasn’t picky about height. Besides the display was enough to make me start trying to gain control over myself.

You wouldn’t believe how much colder a room feels until that air hits your privates.

I noticed Jeri very quickly look over Renée’s chest before she looked up to meet the taller woman’s eyes. She was still smiling the same and I wondered if she did know things that only intimate partners knew. “Doing quite well, thank you, but don’t tell me you’re here to ask about business.” She looked over at the selection Renée had been studying. “You’re here for something for a new outfit, right?” She really did know how to turn any question into a sale.

Renée hesitated for a moment. I didn’t know if she actually wanted to buy a bra or let me catch a glimpse of this tantalizing woman. “Yes.” She said finally. “Actually, I need something in a reducer bra.”

Jeri looked Renée over again. This time she was more obvious about it. Renée pretty much made the offer and Jeri wasn’t going to miss the opportunity. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that Jeri wanted a more open opportunity. She didn’t seem like someone who had tried the goods and regretted not getting to any more. “Why don’t you go to the dressing room? I’ll collect some and meet you there.” Her voice was a touch distant.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who had problems with visual traps. It didn’t even bother me that she hadn’t so much as looked my way. In fact, it was a bit of a relief.

On the way to the fitting room I asked Renée quietly, “Why do you need a reducer bra? Didn’t we just agree to not restrain them?”

Whispering back, “Some of my dresses can’t stand the strain. I need something to help me fit into them.”

As my logical side understood her predicament perfectly, my arousal peaked again at the thought of watching her try on one bra after another, and the stunning Jeri watching as well. The cool air in the mall reminded me of the danger of becoming too aroused. I whispered to Renée, “Maybe I should wait outside?”

She rubbed my growing member and said, “Nonsense. I’ll want your opinion.”

I pressed my lips to her ear and muttered even quieter, “And to see how she reacts to my display as well, I would wager.” I noticed the way Jeri’s ass swayed under her skirt and wondered the same.

I followed her down a short corridor to the fitting rooms. It gave the illusion of privacy, but the other salesclerk could probably hear us just fine from the short distance.

Renée didn’t reply, but she grinned as she stepped into the fitting room. The room’s door was nothing more that a set of tavern doors like you see in an old western. Both swung in and out freely and neither reached the top or bottom of the doorway. With my height, I could see into the room right over the doors. The walls had mirrors to allow the customer to see how the garment being worn looked from most any angle, and there was a bench hidden in the corner if needed.

Jeri returned with a few garments folded over her arm. She smiled politely at me and turned to give the garments to Renée, “Just let me know when you’re done, and I’ll ring up any that you want.” She started to turn to leave giving us some privacy.

I felt torn between relief and disappointment. Renée, however, wasn’t about to let a perfect opportunity escape, “Um, Jeri?” Jeri stopped and turned back to Renée. “I’m going need a girl’s opinion about this as he may not be much help.”

She had just told me that she wanted my opinion. What was she up to? She couldn’t possibly think that the store manager would allow us to get away with anything, especially with her present.

Without looking at me Jeri nodded her head as if to say, “You’re probably right.” She stepped into the small cubicle with Renée and picked up one of the bras. Without hesitation or trepidation, Renée removed her top and allowed her full endowments to feel the cool mall air. Her nipples swelled more and I wondered if it was from the cold or the grin she shot me with Jeri standing behind her.

Jeri wrapped her arms around Renée to position the bra. Being several inches shorter than Renée, Jeri had to look around her arm to see the forward mirror. Renée worked with her and expelled all the air in her lungs to allow Jeri to clasp her under-top together in the back. All three of us could see the material cutting into her sides and back as her breasts fought to get free. Jeri looked at the front mirror to see the same reflection as Renée.

“Oh, no, this is way too tight,” Jeri stated as Renée struggled to breath.

Jeri unclasped the bra and it ejected toward the mirror in front of Renée. All three of us laughed at the sudden shot. My arousal grew a bit more as I watched Jeri’s expression and the way she laughed openly. I also saw Renée look down at my crotch through the corner of her eye, checking on my exhibit.

I flexed to acknowledge her inspection.

Not noticing the exchange of glances between Renée and me, Jeri reached for another bra. “Let’s try the largest one I have next and we’ll work our way down from there.” She reached around Renée again and placed the garment herself. Renée merely moved her chest up and down, letting Jeri do the work. The article of clothing was then fastened and it was obvious that it was too big. Looking past Renée’s arm again, Jeri noticed. She reached around Renée to adjust the bra while watching the reflection. I could tell that Renée was enjoying the attention and I could have sworn Jeri was getting off on it. I could tell that nothing could really be done to properly fit the cups to Renée’s ample hangers, but Jeri seemed to be trying nonetheless.

I watched Jeri’s expression, especially her eyes. Her face was impassive, but her eyes held an interest that she was trying not to express.

Finally, she stopped the adjusting with her hands still resting on the underside of Renée’s breasts. Her face had taken on the same look that she had when Renée first turned to her on the shopping floor. Almost as quickly as it appeared, she removed it and started to remove the bra. “We need something smaller.”

After the bra was off, Renée winked at me and turned to face Jeri. Jeri looked up with a third bra in hand, but her eyes went straight to Renée’s breasts instead of her eyes. She then looked at me and appeared almost ashamed.

I smiled gently. Having opened one of the doors so that Jeri could see more of me as well, I tapped my leg to bring her eyes down to my engorged organ. The head was protruding enough to make it known that I was packing some heavy firepower.

Jeri’s eyes widened at my presentation and she then looked up at Renée’s smiling face.

Renée and I didn’t know what she was looking for as she peered out the door and back into the store, and then pulled back in. Her stance was relaxed but her eyes were on fire. I debated her sexual orientation but she made her choice as she pulled me in with both of them. She then drew a hidden curtain closed and reached out to hang a “Dressing Room Occupied” sign outside.

Jeri looked down at my tent and then over at Renée’s mountains while licking her lips. I guessed that she was having difficulty deciding.

I remembered the look in her eyes as she had gazed upon Renée’s prominence and helped her choose as I reached up and fondled Renée’s closest breast. Jeri watched my lewd motion and both of her hands reached up for the other. I knew that my hands were big, even for a guy, but both of Jeri’s hands barely covered as much skin as my one did.

Renée turned and pressed her back to the center mirror. Jeri and I moved in and latched onto both nipples. I could feel Renée holding my head in place and I felt another hand on my hard pole. Knowing that Renée couldn’t possibly reach that far, I looked down and confirmed it was Jeri groping and squeezing.

I maintained my lip lock on Renée’s teat and reached around both girls to pet two wonderful asses. Renée’s ass was full and one cheek filled my hand agreeably. Her short shorts barely covered her crotch and my earlier suspicion of her lack of panties was confirmed as I shoved a couple of fingers into the leg opening and felt her moist lips. Renée responded with soft moans.

Jeri’s skirt wasn’t as obliging as I groped her smaller butt. The taut suede kept me from pushing my fingers between her legs. Jeri rubbed her backside into my touch and I felt a split in the back of the garment. Looking quickly, I found it to be the zipper. I caught Jeri’s eyes as I began pulling down the device and she returned a slight nod.

After the skirt fell to the floor, she spread her legs, allowing me easier access to her lace edged cheeks, but I wanted to feel her flesh.

I released my mouthful of nipple and moved up to Renée’s ear. “How about we give her a real treat?”

Jeri could obviously hear me and responded by squeezing my cock harder. Renée and I both looked to her eyes and she let go of Renée’s breast with a smile. She dropped the jacket with a flick of her shoulders, then the clasp that held her blouse closed was unfastened to reveal just how much lace her bra was made of. There was almost no solid material, except the shoulder straps and along the bottom edges where the under wire helped to support her fullness. Her nipples were a solid pink and hardening behind all the white lace. She looked like she could have been a model for the store. She was stunning and luscious at the same time. I was so enraptured I didn’t even see her drop her shirt.

Renée and I pushed her back down onto the bench seat. While the girls did a bit of tongue tango, I immediately moved down between Jeri’s breasts. I kissed and licked her skin along the edges of the brassiere as she ran a hand through my hair. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Having never done it before, I was glad to see the workings when she was putting the bras on Renée.

Jeri worked with me to get her bra off her arms and I mauled her puffed nipples. She didn’t have breasts nearly as big as any of my other girls, but on her body size they looked large. Her nipples actually were very small but her areolae swelled with her excitement. Jeri moaned into Renée’s mouth as I lapped and suckled on her. Renée joined me giving Jeri double the attention, and we had to stuff something into the manager’s mouth to keep her from drawing too much attention.

“Stuff your cock in that little mouth,” Renée whispered in my ear as Jeri down from our lack of attention.

I nodded and stood up. Renée continued to pull and orally abuse Jeri’s tits. Jeri looked up at me as I adjusted my shorts to allow my fully erect cock to point straight at her face. She opened wide and sucked me in. Her hands groped at the portion of my pole that wasn’t pushing into her mouth. She didn’t have the ability to swallow me down like my girls, but that didn’t stop her from trying. Knowing the others willingly pulled me into their throats, I held back. I didn’t want to choke her accidentally. She handled what she wanted and I enjoyed the feel of her eagerness.

The original intent of stifling her moaning seemed to work. But then I had a problem keeping my moaning and encouraging comments quiet. I caught a look from Renée and slapped my own hand over my mouth. Jeri smiled as she continued slurping on my tool.

Renée dropped lower and used her considerable oral talents on Jeri’s thighs. The smaller woman dropped me completely in her eagerness to get her panties out of the way. The panties matched Jeri’s bra in that they were almost entirely lace. I wondered briefly if she had dressed up for someone else or if she always dressed that way for work. I guess you never knew when a customer would want to see what all the individual pieces would look like on a flesh and blood woman. My thoughts about her attire ceased when Jeri, feeling the urge to be verbal due to Renée’s attention, pulled my cock back to her mouth.

The feel of Jeri’s attentions and the sight of the show between her legs built up my impending explosion. I needed a short break before I unloaded. I tapped Renée’s shoulder and asked, “Switch?”

She smiled and nodded. Jeri watched us as I dropped between her legs and Renée stood. Renée wiggled out of her tight shorts and placed a long, shapely leg on the bench and Jeri pulled her wet twat closer to her smacking lips.

I pushed Jeri’s legs wider and noticed the scent of her arousal as I leaned in and licked her hot lips. Jeri moaned into Renée’s crotch and pressed my head to her harder.

I slipped my tongue in between her lips and pushed it in as deep as I could. Her legs clamped down on my ears and her muffled cries were my pleasure. I could feel my hard dick throb in anticipation of being squeezed by this petite lady’s sexy hole. Her skin was soft and sensual, but darker that Renée’s. Her hand danced through my hair as I slid my tongue around inside her deep folds. Renée continued to stifle Jeri’s audible outbursts with her own clit.

Believing that I might not see Jeri again soon, and not wanting to leave her with doubts about how it would feel, I sat up. She pulled from her oral mute and looked down with some disappointment. When I held out my pole, her eyes widened and a grin spread across those red, red lips.

Renée stepped back because of lack of room as I moved closer to the manager. She reached down with both hands and held me for a few seconds. She stroked my length then started pulling me toward her opening. Her lips offered little resistance but her entrance was tight. She let go of my invading organ and grabbed at me to draw us closer. I watched as her lips spread wide to compensate for my girth and inch after inch of my monster pushed into her.

Tugging me to her insistently, Jeri grunted as our hips meet. She moved her head next to mine and in my ear, “God, you are so big. I’ve never been filled like this before.”

Flexing inside of her, I teased, “How bad to you want it?”

“Very bad,” she replied heatedly.

“So you’ve been very bad. Looks like I’ll have to punish you by fucking you really hard.”

“Yes, fuck my nasty cunt. I’ve been very naughty and deserve every thick inch of your chastisement.” She drew in a deep breath as I pulled back suddenly and thrust back in just as fast.

“Again,” She begged, and I served.

Over and over she asked for more, and over and over I shoved every bit of my hard rod into her sloppy wet pussy. The thought that some stranger or even the other salesgirl could probably hear us turned me on even more. The tightness of her opening and the thrill of being caught shook me and I exploded deep inside her. She locked her mouth to mine and screamed into me as perhaps her third orgasm ripped through her.

I maintained our kiss until Jeri’s whimpering ceased. Then I withdrew my glistening shaft from her relaxed and sloppy vagina. I stood, turning. Renée knelt next to me and then happily gobbled my softening piston, cleaning every inch. I pulled my shorts down to cover myself and picked up Jeri’s panties before she reached them.

“I’d like to keep these,” I said as I held them up. Jeri smiled at me and nodded her head. She pulled her skirt back on and wiggled her butt, squishing the gooey residue of our joining between her cheeks and legs.

I looked back at Renée and saw a sly smile on her face. She was already dressed. I started to apologize for leaving her out, but she pressed a finger to my lips, and then replaced it with her own. Her kiss assured me that she enjoyed the show. Her groping hand on my crotch indicated her desire to have some later. Holding each other, we turned to watch Jeri finish putting her bra and shirt on. She held her jacket in her hand.

“I’m going to have to ask for a rain check on the bra, Jeri,” Renée apologized.

“You don’t need a rain check, Renée. If you feel you need to make up for the lack of a sale, have me over sometime for another round.” She held out a business card to Renée, which she took. Then Jeri’s eyes moved between the two of us. “Only next time...” She stepped up and pressed herself to my busty goddess, a hand sliding up her thigh to settle on her succulent cheek. “I want to watch you enjoy him.” Jeri looked at me, her eyes on fire again. Reaching out she ran her hand down my chest and pulled away just as she reached my inflating organ. Suddenly, she pulled back the curtain and sauntered out. Renée and I watched as she walked back to the counter with more sway in her hips than before.

“That will be a night I’ll look forward too. What do you think? Is she enjoying her soggy privates, or trying to pull her hips back into joint?” I whispered to Renée

“Me too, and both, I think,” She responded as we watched Jeri stroll to the end of the hall. Just before she turned around the corner, she turned, looked directly at us and winked with a wide grin. I felt the same way.