The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I don’t really consider myself wealthy, but I do alright. I have a great, sexy wife, a nice house, a couple of good cars, and we make enough money that we don’t have to live paycheck-to-paycheck.

My wife Kathy is a talented interior decorator who pulls in about the same as I do as an accountant. We have an active social life, yet we’re both pretty busy, so Kathy was in need of an assistant on kind of a regular basis. I started asking around and one of my friends suggested a college girl named Nikki Schultz.My friend, Red, couldn’t say enough nice things about her, so Kathy and I decided to check her out. Red’s never been married and he’s always been something of a horndog. That’s not to imply that I thought anything was going on between him and a girl young enough to be his daughter, but knowing Red, I at least expected her to be a looker.Imagine my surprise when Kathy and I met this Nikki at a nearby coffee shop: mousy brown hair, a thin frame that was straight as a board, and big glasses that she was constantly pushing up the bridge of her long, thin nose. She had “nerd” written all over her, including a slightly nasal voice and a strange, annoying laugh. Still, she was smart and well-organized and had an eye for decorating, so Kathy seemed impressed.

We chatted with her on the patio of the coffee shop and she seemed well-suited to Kathy’s needs, aside from her smoking habit.In fact, she seemed to be a pretty heavy smoker, lighting her incredibly long cocktail cigarettes, one after the other. In the hour we had been conversing, she had smoked through three of her pastel-colored cigarettes with shiny gold filters.

She talked a lot, almost to the point of distraction, and I found myself tuning her out a bit as she rattled on about her major in psychology and her dorm partner and college life. In fact, I was still tuning her out and daydreaming a bit while Kathy was gone to the bathroom. so I didn’t hear most of what she said until a strange sentence caught my ear.

“You know, Steve,” she said, matter-of-factly, “once you’ve had me, I’ll never be the same.”

I snapped out of my wandering thoughts when I caught that. “What?”

“You heard me,” she said, trimming the ash on her long cigarette. Then she laughed like it was some joke. I didn’t get it, but I laughed along and didn’t get a chance to pursue it, since Kathy had made it back at that point.

That night, when we went to bed, I dreamed about Nikki Schultz. I don’t know why. She wasn’t even my type. Kathy was ten times more attractive than this odd, nerdy girl, yet in my dreams, we balled all night long, with me paying particular attention to servicing her moist slit with my tongue. In real life, I don’t much care for culingus, but in my dream, I couldn’t get enough of her young, wet pussy. I woke up the next morning with a raging hard on, but Kathy was already up and working. I tried whacking off but despite my horniness and throbbing cock, I couldn’t achieve an orgasm.

Nikki started that morning, and as Kathy worked out of our home, I saw a lot of the girl as the next three days went by. She was always polite and professional and in no way flirty, but every time we were in the same room, instant erection! She was a chatterbox and every time we were alone, she talked incessantly. And just as incessantly, I tuned her out. Still, through every unremembered conversation, I stayed hard as a brick. I couldn’t figure it out. She was the kind of girl I had pretty much ignored in college. I had my pick of women back then, and once I was out of school and met Kathy, I never even had eyes for any other woman. Yet here was this too-thin, somewhat homely little kid in sneakers, baggy jeans and an endless supply of plaid shirts making me hot as a firecracker. I found myself trying to jack off a lot at home, but I couldn’t get the relief I needed. Lots of throbbing meat and no orgasms.

If the days were bad, the nights were even worse. This nerdy girl had a firm grip on my psyche. Every erotic fantasy I’d ever had was playing out in my dreams, starring Nikki Schultz. Some of them were downright nasty and I couldn’t seem to shake them. During the day I was ogling her like a stripper. Thank goodness Kathy didn’t seem to notice!

Then the fourth night after Nikki started, my wife was out at a meeting with a client. The client was a friend, so they spent the night gabbing. Bored, I turned in early. The dreams were coming thick and fast that night, and I was rock-hard when I felt the bed tilt slightly as Kathy crawled in beside me. I figured she’d call it a night, but as she snuggled up against me, she whispered in my ear “I want you, Steve.”

Well, we hadn’t had time for sex in almost a week and I was horny as hell, so why not? I held her familiar form and began making love to my wife. I was half-asleep, but I could sense something was different. Her body was the same, but her style was so different. Kathy was always somewhat reserved in bed, but tonight was like something had been unleashed. She was hot and eager to try different positions and things. We kissed and fucked and tasted each other in an hour of lovemaking that was among the best I’d ever experienced. I came four times and not once did Nikki cross my mind. That is, until Kathy reached over in the darkness and lit a cigarette.

“Hey,” I muttered. “Since when do you smoke?”

“I’ve been smoking since I was twelve,Steve,” came the reply in Nikki’s voice.

I almost lept out of bed in shock. I quickly turned on the light. There beside me was the little nerd I had been dreaming about. Only now I wasn’t horny or excited or even happy to see her. I was royally pissed and I’m sure my voice went up an octave as I screeched “What the Hell are you doing here?”

“Relax,” she said calmly. She got up in a casual manner and walked toward the door. “Get dressed and meet me in the living room,” she called as she sauntered away without looking back.

I was dressed so fast that I was sure that she’d still be putting on her panties when I stormed into the living room, but Nikki was already dressed in her trademark jeans and plaid shirt and lighting up a second long cigarette as she sat curled up in a chair. I would have chided her for smoking in our house, but I had bigger concerns.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” I hollered. “I WILL HAVE YOU IN JAIL FOR THIS!”

“I don’t think so, Steve,” she camly replied. She blew a plume of smoke into the air and eyed me with a steady gaze. “This would look so bad for you.”

“ME?” I exploded. “YOU’RE THE ONE TRESPASSING!”

“And you’re the one who just shot a lot of cum into my innocent little cunt,” Nikki stated as if she was talking about flower arrangements. “I wonder what the rape kit would tell us?”

I groaned, but I was still pissed. “Blackmail? You can forget that, you sick little bitch! I’ll fight it in court.”

Nikki laughed that annoying laugh. “Nothing like that, Steve. The next time, you’ll come to me.”

“I doubt it.”

“I don’t. You’ll be seeing me in a whole new light from now on. Oh, but I wouldn’t tell Kathy if I were you. She might not understand.” And with that, she stood up and walked out the front door. The only thing was that I noticed, beneath her baggy jeans, she had replaced the beat-up sneakers with what looked like white, high heeled boots.

I thought I’d spend the night tossing and turning, but the second I lied down in bed, I fell into a deep sleep. Those damned dreams were back, hotter than ever. The only difference was that Nikki was lying in the bed, her legs spread, waiting for me, and she was wearing a pair of white, tight-high boots on her remarkably long legs. I couldn’t help myself; it was a dream, and I was sliding my eager cock into Nikki’s suddenly bald pussy as she wrapped those boot-sheathed legs around my waist and we fucked in my fevered imagination. The next morning, I awoke bathed in sweat. Kathy had already gotten up and started her day. I was off for a couple of days, so I showered, shaved, dressed, and went downstairs.

Nikki was seated at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper and holding one of her long cigarettes in a well-manicured hand. Now I felt inclined to discuss smoking in the house and coughed loudly. She looked up and smiled. I’d never noticed before how sexy her smile was.

“Oh, hello, Steve,” she said, as if nothing had happened last night. “Kathy left to run some errands. She said it was ok for me to smoke in the house as long as I only did it in this room. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Actually, I do,” I said in a clipped, even tone.

She laughed, and her laugh was melodic. “Oh Steve, you’re such a kidder!” That’s when I noticed that her glasses were gone and she was reading the paper without them. I thought that odd, because she had always seemed to need them to read before. Now she looked at me and I noticed how cute she was. Not gorgeous. Not sexy. But cute. I was staring and it took me a minute to realize it before I turned my head. I was angry, but suddenly not as angry as before. “Look, Nikki, about last night...”

“Yeah, I had fun,” she said, matter-of-factly. “You’re a good subject, Steve, and I’m very pleased.”

That stopped me cold. “What do you mean?”

That laugh, again. Smooth and feminine. “Just what I said. I’ve very pleased, Steve.” She stubbed out her cigarette and rose from the table. She was wearing the same thigh-high boots from my dream. I could tell because her jeans were gone and the little bitch was wearing a tight black miniskirt below her usual plaid shirt. The tall, metalllic spike heels clicked on the kitchen tile as she spun around and walked away from me. I had an excellent view of her wide, gyrating ass and shapely legs as she walked away from me. Her asscheeks were bigger than I’d thought. Amazing how her butt looked so yummy out of those baggy jeans. I’d never noticed how well-proportioned she was before.

I spent the rest of the day playing golf. To be honest I hate golf, but it was better than staring at Nikki’s hot ass on the sly. I don’t know what was wrong with me. I wanted to tell Kathy that she should get rid of her, but how could I explain that? What reason could I give? Better to steer clear of the little bitch. I wish Kathy hadn’t insisted on hiring someone who was so hot! It really did make things difficult.

Kathy was already asleep when I got home. I crawled into bed and drifted off to the realm of Morpheus. The dreams were back. Hot, twisted, nasty dreams. I was fucking Nikki in the kitchen. She was splayed over the countertop, those long legs wrapped around me in their tall leather boots. Her ample bossom bounced up and down as I fucked her brains out. Or maybe it was MY brains that were getting fucked out. Either way, it was a hot dream.

The bedisde phone was ringing as I blearily woke to the sunlight pouring from the window. That means it was afternoon and a check on the clock confirmed that it was 2 PM Saturday. Shit! Why did I sleep for 14 hours? The insistant phone brought me more awake. Kathy wasn’t there beside me, so I reached over and grabbed the handle. “Hello?”

“Hello, Steve,” came Nikki’s sultry voice on the other end.

“Where are you?” I demanded. “Why are you calling me?”

“It’s Saturday, lover,” she said in a throaty voice. “I’m at home.”

“What do you want?”

She laughed. “It’s not what I want, tiger, it’s what you want.”

I sat up, feeling light-headed from the sudden elevation. “What do you mean?”

“Unless I miss my guess,” she said, “you’re sporting wood, aren’t you?”

It was true. I had the hardest morning erection I could remember in a long time. She had me and she knew it. “Yes.”

“Let’s do something with it,” she teased. “Why don’t you grab a pair of your wife’s panties from her drawer and climb back into the bed?”

I felt like I was slipping back into a dream. I got up, leaving the phone behind, and helped myself to a clean pair of Kathy’s panties. I then returned to the bed and picked up the receiver. “Ok, I have them, Nikki.”

“Good boy, Steve,” she encouraged. “I’m so pleased! You’re doing very well.”

I don’t know why, but I said “Thank you.”

“Now wrap wifey’s panties around your stiff cock and jack off into them.”

“What??”

“C’mon, Big Daddy. I want to know how much you want me. Jack off into her panties and think of me while you do it.”

I couldn’t help myself. My cock as so hard and I was so horny. Groaning, I began doing as Nikki directed and slowly rubbed the panties up and down my aching shaft. Visions of the nasty, sexy Nikki Schultz filled my head as my cock grew hotter and harder.

“You’re doing so wonderfully, Steve. I really am pleased with your progress. Imagine my hot bod as you defile your wife’s underwear and jack off thinking of me, the other woman in your life.”

I couldn’t stop myself. It was too wild! I was hooked like a fish and this young temptress was reeling me in. My rhythm was faster and faster as I listened to her sexy voice urge me on.

“Imagine I’m right there with you, tiger, and you’re fucking me in the bed you share with your wife. In fact, I’m wearing Kathy’s lingerie and you can’t get enough of my wet young pussy. Bet you’re ready to explode, aren’t you?”

“Awwwwww, SHIT!!” I yelled as I dumped a load of cum into Kathy’s clean panties, soiling them completely. I shuddered. Every muscle in my body tensed and I closed my eyes tight, feeling my head go light and my mind turn to Jello. When I opened them again, I was gasping and had dropped the phone.

“Steve? Steve?”

I picked up the receiver. “I’m here,” I gasped.

“That was pretty intense, wasn’t it, lover?” she wheezed into the phone. It was obvious that she was coming down off of an orgasm too. “And it’s only the beginning, stud. Only the beginning.

“Why don’t you dry those panties? Don’t wash them! Just stick them into the dryer for about 30 minutes, then put them back in her drawer. She’ll never know.”

“Why?”

“Because I want your cum up against her pussy knowing that you were thinking of me when you orgasmed.”

I moaned at that thought. “What the Hell are you doing to me, Nikki?”

“Everything you secretly want.”

The line went dead. I hung up the phone, then did as she instructed. Kathy was out running errands, so I had plenty of time to put the stained underwear in her drawer, neat and folded. Unless she looked closely, she’d never know that I had cum all in them while thinking of Nikki, the most exciting and exotic woman I’d ever met!

I was a mess all day Sunday. I couldn’t wait until Nikki was back on Tuesday and I could talk to her; see her. I almost called her several times, but I managed to hold myself in check. I didn’t want Kathy finding out about us! Her number was on the caller ID and I surreptitiously put it into my cell phone for future use. I was hooked and the more I thought of her, the stronger my desire grew. I must have tried to jack off half a dozen times that day, imagining Nikki’s dynamite body and my cock sliding into her young, tight pussy. But my orgasms were denied me unless Nikki was directly involved.

I was distant and Kathy noticed it. I lied and told her that I wasn’t feeling well. She was sympathetic and gave me my space. That was good for me, because I spent all that time thinking of Nikki.

On Monday, I dove into work and tried to conentrate on business, but to no avail. I was out of it, like I was sleepwalking. Thank God my assistant was on her toes! She caught a couple of mistakes on my ledgers and corrected them. My assistant Maria was a great accountant and I had always thought she was cute as Hell, but I never even gave her a second glance today. If she wasn’t Nikki Schultz, I wasn’t interested!

I had lunch with my cowrker Bill that day, and for some weird reason, I insisted on eating at a deli near the college. I’d never been there before and have no idea where I got the name, but no place else would do but this deli. It wasn’t bad, but I couldn’t figure out why I wanted to eat there.

About 15 minutes into the meal, Nikki Schultz sauntered into the place. I’m surprised her presence didn’t cause a commotion. She had on those tall boots and the spandex miniskirt. She had replaced her plaid shirt with a tight, low-cut top with a leopard-print design. Her enormous, pendulous tits threatened to pop out and as she walked in the door, I ogled them unabashedly, hoping they would. Her long, platinum blond hair was teased into a big helmut and her heavy makeup was done to perfection.

“Why Steve!” she exclaimed, bending over to hug me. I gaped without shame at the valley between her amazing cleavage. “How nice to see you!” Her perfume held me in its spicy grip.

“I-it’s nice to see you too, Nikki.” I managed to say. I must have blushed a crimson red, but no one said anything. She was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen and my cock throbbed in time to her pussy. I was starstruck and I felt like my tongue was hanging out like a dog’s.

“I just stopped in for a sandwich to go,” she said, her lips pouting slightly. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“O-of course,” I said intelligently to her breasts.

She got her sandwich and walked out the door with me staring at her the whole time.

Once she was gone, my coworker said “Friend of the family?”

“Something like that,” I breathed, still obviously craning my neck to look in the direction she left.

Bill snorted. “Mousy little thing, isn’t she?”

I looked at him like he was insane, but didn’t say a word.

Tuesday came and I didn’t go in to work. I told my assistant that I would be working from home that day. I slept in and waited until 10 AM, when I knew Kathy would be running errands before I went downstairs. There in the kitchen, smoking one of her long, sexy cigarettes, was the object of my obsession.Nikki had on the same outfit as yesterday and I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was absolutely gorgeous.I didn’t know why Kathy had hired this walking wetdream, but I’m glad that she did. Damn, Nikki looked like a stripper, but I couldn’t help feeling like she was perfect for me.

“Hi, Steve,” she cooed, winking at me. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah,” I breathed, inhaling her cigarette smoke like it was the sweetest perfume. It hooked me by the nostrils and walked me up beside where she was sitting. She boldly began rubbing my pulsating cock through my straining briefs.

“Why, Steve! Are you coming on to me, stud?” she asked, smiling lewdly and continuing to rub my cock with her ultra-long fingernails. I groaned my approval. “Are you trying to hit on your wife’s sexy young assistant?”

“Y-yeah!” I stammered. “I guess I am!” she had me wrapped around her little finger and all I could do was stand there and let her play with my cock through my underpants.

Nikki suddenly stopped and stood up. She sashayed out the kitchen door. Over her shoulder, she said “Why don’t you follow me upstairs and feed me that big cock of yours? I just know I’ll dig it... again.”

I followed her up the stairs in a trance, her hot, thick ass directly in my line of sight. I had dreamed of this moment ever since that first night that I had hit on her and taken her straight to bed. At least, I think that’s what happened. I was pretty confused at this point.

Even more confusing was the mirror running along the side of the stairs. I wasn’t really looking at it, but I caught a glimpse of a young girl, thin as a rail, with short brown hair. She had on baggy jeans and a plaid shirt as she ascended the stairs with us. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place her. I wondered who she was briefly before my eyes wandered back to Nikki’s exciting buttocks and I was back in that trance.

We went to the master bedroom. Nikki crawled into the big bed and lied back, spreading her booted legs and showing me her shaved pussy. The minx hadn’t worn underwear. “Like what you see, Stevie-boy?”

I groaned and kind of swooned into the bed. The next thing I knew, I was licking her pussy with complete abandon, lost in its sweet, pungent taste and aroma. Her long fingernails played with my hair, then she shoved my head hard into her dripping cunt and ordered me to lick harder; to bury my tongue in her snatch. I spent a lot of time servicing this wanton slut with my mouth.

At some point, I heard the bedroom door open. I heard my wife gasp, but I didn’t say a word. I didn’t jump up in shock. I just continued with my mission to bring Nikki to orgasm.

I expected some sort of fireworks, but my wife merely said “Do you need anything else today, Ms. Schultz?”

“N-no,” Nikki gasped. “Tha-thank you, my dear! You really are... oh yeah, right there! You really are a good subject, Kathy, and I’m very pleased.”

I could have sworn Kathy curtsied before walking calmly out the door.