The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Lacey Dupree was positively giddy, even more so when he actually called her and made plans. They were to meet just outside of town on a Saturday morning, and go for a hike. On the way there she wasn’t sure if he was going to be there with other people too, since he mentioned going hiking with friends. When she got there he was waiting with his hatchback, and he ended up taking her to the nearby foothills, where they indeed had a nice hike. He packed food, so they had a picnic at midday. He was the perfect gentleman.

He was looking out with the heat of the early afternoon sun shining down on him saying something about country life which she wasn’t paying attention to at all.

“Hey Craig.”

“Yeah?”

‘You going to kiss me or what?’ she wanted to say, but she chickened out. “You’re not too bad,” she teased flashing a smile.

“You know what you are?”

“What?”

He pounced over her, and she squealed as she leaned back against the grass and stone. “You’re hot,” he leaned in and kissed her straight on the lips. For a moment she held back, but then she grabbed him, pulling him in and kissed him back with more feverish intent.

“One make out session later, and I officially have a boyfriend.”

“Officially?” Artemis asked her.

“Well, no not like there’s a publicly issued statement and an amicus brief or stuff like that, but trust me, the way he was kissing me, that is total boyfriend-girlfriend status.”

“That’s cool, you know this makes a lot of sense.”

“What?”

“You know, you’ve been acting a little weird lately, I am not going to lie, you’ve been going kind of HAM lately. But then it’s occurred to me, I’ve never seen you infatuated with anyone, you know? This is like, your thing, and that’s totes presh even, I totally get it now.”

“Ham? Ham, hot assed mess ham?”

Artemis snorted, “No, I was saying you’re a processed meat, Lacey, yeah ham, but this is cool.”

“Yeah, I guess it kind of is.”

After the makeout session, she and Craig had headed back to the car, holding hands along the way. A small part of her wanted to just jump his bones right in the back of the hatchback, but he was a gentleman and she was enjoying the moment. She couldn’t wait for their next date.

It was the smaller part of her that got a wicked idea when Dorsey called her to let her know that he was going to need her to come in on an extra evening. He had a lot of shipping to handle and he needed to know if she’d be alright running the shop alone.

She called up Craig right after she got off the phone with her boss. “Hey hot stuff.”

“Hey cutie, what’s up?”

“Whatcha doin?”

There was a pause, “Nothing, what are you doing?”

“Oh just chilling out here in my all girl’s dorm in my bra and panties thinking of you.” She smiled at feeling so sexy, and at the thought of teasing the poor boy.

“Oh man that’s so hot.”

“It’s a shame you can’t come over, we could watch netflix... and chill.”

He laughed, “If this is a booty call, you’re terrible at it.”

“What? Why? Hey!”

He continued, “You’ve already told me I can’t set foot in that dorm at night for many reasons, not the least of which is they’d call the campus cops on me.”

“Whatever happened to romance, and scaling the castle walls?”

“Not if it leads to a night in jail.”

“You’re no fun.”

“Hey, at least it proves I’ve been listening to you when you talk about the rules of the college.”

She grinned, “Well in that case, you deserve a reward for being so attentive.”

“A reward, you got me, I’m listening.”

“Come by the shop tomorrow and hang out with me.”

“Oh, sure, I can hang.”

“Perfect—oh and I forgot to mention, the boss won’t be there, it’ll just be us.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah... aaaaaand, if you’re really lucky...”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow.” She hung up the phone and bit her lip. What she wanted to say was, “Maybe I won’t be wearing a bra and panties.” That would have totally hooked him, but she chickened out. Still, the thought of it stuck with her.

‘Wow, that’d be hot. I’d go to town and no one would know as I walk by that I’m feeling the breeze without anything on underneath.’ Her fingers traced her lips as she imagined. ‘He’d get to the shop and wouldn’t be able to stop staring at me. My nipples would get so hard, and I’d see a bulge in his jeans. I’d tease him and flirt with him until he couldn’t stand it, and he’d grab me up into his arms.’ Her fingers had left her lips and reached both her nipples.

‘Just plow right into me, and fuck me while he carried me over to a table, and lay me down as if I weight nothing and kept, oh my god, fucking me...’ Her fingers had slipped into the waistband of her sweats and were already furiously rubbing her nether lips, when she looked over and realized she’d left her door open. ‘Oh god, Artemis could walk right in and catch me jilling off!’

Her fingers kept moving as she imagined her roommate coming and licking her pussy, ‘Where did that come from? No, if she caught me, she’d turn and leave and I’d be mortified!’ She felt a mixture of deep shame and raunchy exhibitionism, both feeding into each other, and she yanked her hands away from her private parts, breathing heavily, with beads of perspiration forming on her forehead. ‘What is wrong with me?’

Her dreams placed her in the front of the class with all the boys looking at her naked body again. But it wasn’t a nightmare this time. In fact, she felt rather sexy seeing all the boys watching her, wanting her, and seeing Craig was there watching her, too.

The next day, she got dressed in a pretty summer maxi dress, and decided to not to ride the bike into town. She summarily decided to skip a class, which she wasn’t going to be able to concentrate in anyway owing to a major case of senioritis. That and she’d been fantasizing about Craig grabbing her wrists pinning her down and screwing her until she passed out from pleasure. It was hard to take notes when she could fantasize while knowing what his lips felt like, what his skin smelled like when he was sweating.

She tried to be casual with Mr. Basilton when she arrived. Ultimately, she decided against going without panties or a bra. That would have been a step too far. But she did go ahead and put on a matching pair of black lacy underthings. The thought of her looking so sexy under the dress made her wonder briefly if Mr. Basilton ever fantasized about her. She quickly dismissed the thought, assuming that he saw her more as a mentee than a woman. Despite her fantasies, she’d never caught him ogling her while she was on her knees cleaning something or other. Instead, he was just being himself, very quickly rushing through statements and planning out a driving schedule for the day. The truth was he was more worried about running a business and making connections in the community than worrying about her. She was kind of counting on that today.

Part of her felt a little guilt when he said she looked lovely. After all, she was probably going to use his shop as a love motel later today. But the guilt and the danger of it also, got her a little excited. She’d brought a purse today instead of a backpack, with a few newly purchased condoms tucked neatly inside and wondered what he might think if he had seen them when he went behind the counter.

Two hours and a few sales had passed by time the chimes rang signaling Craig’s arrival.

“Hey there handsome.”

“Hey cutie, I got here as soon as I could.” He smiled walking up to her, as she came to him. She was a vision, fresh faced, bright eyed beauty with flushed cheeks and a big smile. He had no idea how he could be so lucky. “So, the boss man is out huh?”

She nodded as she slipped past him at the last moment and patted over to the door. “That’s right,” she turned the key in the lock, “and now,” she threw the blinds, “nobody else is going to be here.”

“Oh.”

She smiled at him, getting more and more excited as she went towards the register and clasped her hands behind her back submissively leaning on the display case, “So now that we have the shop all to ourselves,” she leaned back and nudged the dress strap off her shoulder, “Is there anything I can help you with, sir?”

“Mmmm.. maybe.”

“Oh sir, if there is anything you want,” she reached out and touched his chest, “Anything at all, I am sure we can find it here.”

He wet his lower lip, “Well I could think of a couple things.”

“What’s on your mind, sir,” she loved the feel of his chest, lean and muscled. Even more than that, she loved the way he was looking at her, with a hunger. His eyes were drawn to the creamy expanse of flesh forming her cleavage, and the partly exposed black bra.

“How about we make out?” He asked a little tentative.

“Absolutely, we accept checks, I’m sure you can make out a check for anything we get you today. I’m sure you want more than that sir, tell me what you really want?”

He chuckled and squinted at her like she was insane, but the way she drew out the word “really” there gave him more than a little spike of excitement. He glanced to the locked door and the drawn shades then back to her, “How about some head?”

‘Bold’ she thought. She brought her finger to her lips, teasing him with the insinuation, “Hmm, let me think,” she raised her finger to him, “yes, I think we can help you with that.” She took his hand and walked him toward the back.

His heart was pounding and his cock was already pushing uncomfortably against his jeans by the time she stood him up and said, “One moment please.” Then Lacey, this beautiful college girl, this Glenda College woman, the kind of woman who never dated a townie like him, the kind of girl who would always blow him off, dropped down to her knees. “Here we go,” she said.

He looked down, “What the?” There she was, but instead of working on his zipper like she seemed to be promising, she was holding a ceramic statue of some old dude.

“You wanted some head, well here’s a whole head, it’s a bust of Woodrow Wilson.”

He laughed and shook his head.

“So?” she asked holding the statue right in front of her chest, “how do you like my bust?” She grinned madly.

“So that’s it. You just brought me here to tease me?”

“Oh sir,” she said putting her hand over her heart, “I wouldn’t dream of doing such a thing.”

“Oh yeah?” he replied, taking the bust out of her other hand and dropping it to the ground with a solid thunk that startled her. She was tongue tied for a moment, but then he was kissing her, hard and straight on. She felt his hand reach up and grab her hair, the feel of the pull was delicious and so masculine. Even more so was the feel of his hardness against her belly as he pulled her body to mold against his.

That’s when Lacey lost it. “Oh my god,” she moaned at the feeling of his cock pressed against her.

He released her for a moment, then swapped places with her facing her away from him to the table. He kissed her neck while he groped her breasts and slipped his hand underneath to tease her already spiked nipple. He deftly unsnapped the front clasp bra and pulled the cups away before continuing the pleasurable assault on her nipples. She quickly slipped her bra off each arm when he gave her a moment, so she wouldn’t get pinned or tangled up in them. When his hands came to her shoulders, she was expecting him to push down the straps of her dress to fully bare her breasts, but instead he pulled her close and after biting her earlobe, he whisper, “I’m going to fuck you so good now.”

“Ohh... god,” was all she could moan in response. She felt his strong hand flat on her back and he guided her down to the table with an insistent push. She could hear the buckle of his belt come undone and the terrifyingly exciting sound of a zipper before her skirt flipped right up. ‘Oh my god, he going to fuck me.’

All that was in his way now was a flimsy pair of lacy black panties, that were quickly pushed to her ankles. ‘Yes, oh yes,’ she thought, ‘finally, I’m going to cum! Please let me cum!’ She felt the powerful heat and hardness of his fleshy cock, and stepped out of her panties to be able to spread her legs open just a bit more. Suddenly, her mind flashed to her purse and the condoms she bought for this moment, and she was starting to form the word, ‘wait’ when it happened. His cock sunk deep into her short circuiting any thought as she was overwhelmed in the sense of him. He filled her, sliding in so easily into her drenched, traitorous pussy, and her ‘wait’ turned into an incoherent moan.

She scratched at the desk, mouth agape as he continued to plow into her, she reasoned with herself, ‘Just let me cum right now then I’ll make him put it on, it’s fine, just I need to cum, need to cum so bad.’

“Fuck fuck -me. Oh yes...”

Finally here, here it was, here she was, with this perfect man fucking her brains out, so close to cumming, she was ready for it then with a terrible jerk there was emptiness.

“Oh shit!” Craig exclaimed.

There was a pleasurable foggy haze of sex covering her mind but at the shock of emptiness she begged, “Don’t stop!”

The voice of Dorsey Basilton fired out like a hunting rifle in a dreamland. “I’m sure you’ll forgive the intrusion, seeing as how this is my store and that is my employee at least for the time being.”

Lacey’s heart sunk. It was the worst of everything. It was her father walking in on her, it was being naked in front of the class, it was horrible, mortifying. She pushed herself up to standing and fixed her dress as it fell down to cover her nether region. “Oh my god, Mr. Basilton, oh my god.”

“Hold your tongue young lady. Gather yourself and head upstairs, I’ll be with you in a moment. As for you, young man, I believe you live with your Grandmother Milicent’s at her home, and I think it would be best if you went there now. Oh, and be a good lad and give her my best. She is a good customer, and hopefully we’ll never need to speak of this.”

Craig seemed to get an indignant fire in his eye for a moment, but lost it quickly, and meekly fled the scene with his tail between his legs. All at once he seemed a lot less sexy. In fact, as he left, Lacey was feeling a distinct sense of anger. Now he was gone, he was just some loser living with his grandma who wasn’t going to face any consequences, and here she was about to get a brutal dressing down, possibly getting fired, and that spineless whimp didn’t even say a thing to stand up for her.

Lacey Dupree reeked of sex and fumed with sexual frustration and anger. But when Dorsey arrived upstairs to join her, that fury fled replaced by an acute self-awareness. Although she was a bit more covered up than when he caught her, she was now in a moist clingy dress that was not designed to be worn without bra or panties. She averted her eyes in shame as he sat down and heaved a heavy sigh.