The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

What the hell was she going to tell Jake?

That’s what Susan kept telling herself when she finally woke the next morning in her cell.

What was she going to tell Jake?

The best answer was probably to tell him nothing at all. She’d been fucked by someone in the dark, and heck, she didn’t even know who the someone was because she’d never even bothered to turn around and get a look at his face but she’d been fucked by someone the night before.

Actually, there was more to it than that. She’d been fucked by someone and she’d liked it.

She’d liked it a lot.

And what was more, she’d let him cum in her pussy. Not just let him, she corrected herself. She’d wanted him to do it, and that was something she hadn’t even let Jake do.

The more she thought about it, the more she thought that maybe telling Jake anything wasn’t going to be a very good idea. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

The jailer brought breakfast to her cell. This was a different man from the one who’d put her in here and Susan couldn’t help but wonder if this was the one who’d fucked her the night before. It could be but if it was, he said nothing and since if it was him, if that was the way he seemed to want it, Susan wasn’t going to say anything either.

Jake came down from his room to have a quick breakfast in the cafe and then he’d head over to the courthouse to see about getting Susan out of jail. He still was trying to come to grips with what it was people had said she’d done, heck, what Susan herself had said she’d done. From all accounts, it sounded as if Susan and the salesgirl were going at it pretty good.

The waitress handed Jake a menu as he entered. “Go ahead and take a seat anywhere,” she said, “and I’ll be with you in a moment.”

Jake nodded. Not a lot of business, Jake thought. An elderly couple in the corner. A man sitting at the bar, but maybe it was early. Maybe people were sleeping in and maybe business would pick up later.

Or maybe it wouldn’t. It didn’t really matter to him.

Jake looked at the menu. Nothing special here, he thought. He’d just order something quick and then head down to the courthouse.

The waitress stepped out from the kitchen and came up to where Jake was sitting. “Can I start you off with something to drink?” she asked.

“Some orange juice,” Jake said.

“Coming right up,” the waitress said.

“And I think I’m ready to order,” Jake said.

The waitress pulled out her notepad. “All right, sir. What can I get for you today?”

“I’ll have the ham and cheese omelet,” Jake said.

“Very good, sir, and would you like bacon or sausage with that?”

“Bacon.”

“And would you like fries or hash browns?”

“Hash browns.”

“All right. And will there be anything else?”

“Coffee.”

“Of course, sir. I’ll be back with that right away. Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“No, that will do for now.”

“Very good, sir. I’ll get that up for you as soon as possible.”

Jake couldn’t help but think about his girlfriend. What the hell had Susan had been thinking and why had she done what she’d done. Those two questions kept running around in his head and he wasn’t getting an answer to either one of them.

The waitress was back again. “Your coffee, sir.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re that guy, aren’t you.”

“That guy?”

“You’re the one who’s girlfriend, you know, she went to jail.”

“What?” Jake had heard her but he just couldn’t believe she’d just asked him what she’d asked him.

“It’s okay,” the woman said. “Actually, I think it’s kind of hot.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I do, but I think your girlfriend was kind of wrong.”

“She was?”

“Yeah. I mean, you’re kind of cute. If I were her, I don’t think I’d let you out of my sight.”

“You wouldn’t?”

“Nuh uh. In fact, do you know what I would do?”

“What?”

The waitress put the coffee pot down and she pulled Jake’s leg from under the table.

“What are you doing?” the man asked.

“Mmm. Just showing you something,” the waitress said as she pulled up her skirt.

“Whoa. Wait a minute. I think you got the wrong idea.”

“It all depends,” the waitress said as she fingered herself through her panties.

“Depends on what?”

“Depends on whose idea it is, silly. You see one person’s wrong idea might be another person’s right idea,” and with that, the waitress straddled the man’s leg. “Can you feel that?” she asked. “Can you feel how wet my pussy is?”

“No. I mean yes. I mean ... you shouldn’t be doing this.”

“But it feels so good,” the waitress moaned. “I like it when I’m humping myself against your leg.”

“But you got to stop.”

“I don’t want to stop,” the waitress said. “I want to take my top off. I want to show you my tits.”

“No.”

“But I want you to do it. I want you to kiss my tits.”

“No!”

“You’re right,” the waitress agreed as she put her hands on Jake’s chest. “I should probably take your shirt off first.”

“No. I mean, let’s keep both our shirts on,” Jake said.

The waitress slid a hand down between the man’s legs. “You’re right,” she agreed. “We don’t have to take our shirts off. That’s not what’s important anyway. I love the way my pussy feels against your leg.”

“No,” Jake said. “You don’t understand.”

The waitress hand was stroking him through his pants. “Oh geez. I want to suck this,” she said. “I want to suck it so bad.”

Jake kept shaking his head. “No,” he kept saying. “No.”

“Lila.”

Both Jake and the woman looked up to see the cook standing behind the counter.

“No,” the cook said.

“But Carl—”

“Lila, I said no. Leave the man alone.”

“But—”

“I said no. Leave the man alone.”

“Fine,” the waitress said in a petulant voice and then she pulled herself up off of Jake’s leg.

“Apologize to the man.”

“But Carl.”

“I said apologize.”

The waitress looked at Jake. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“Now, you can go back to work.”

Lila picked up the coffee pot and she headed off in search of other customers to serve.

“You’ll have to excuse Lila,” the man said.

“Huh,” said Jake.

“Lila,” the man said again. “You’ll have to excuse her. She’s a good person, but sometimes she gets ... sometimes, she gets overamorous.”

“I see,” Jake said. He didn’t really see but it seemed as if he had to say something.

The other man nodded as if that settled everything and then he went back to his job which left Jake to watch the waitress make her rounds.

Jake had the feeling that the waitress knew he was watching her but he also had the feeling that whatever had happened before, she was making sure that whatever that was wasn’t going to happen again.

Jake quickly finished off the rest of his meal and then he set off towards the courthouse in the middle of town.

The courthouse was not a big building as Skankytown was not a big town. An officer sat at a desk at the front and when Jake told him why he was there, the officer nodded. “Judge Wright’s courtroom,” he said. “Down the hall and last door on the left.”

Jake nodded and he continued on down the hall as directed. There were lawyers here, talking with clients in hushed tones. Some people looked up as he passed and some didn’t but no one paid him any attention. It was clear that just the briefest of glances was enough to tell them that he had nothing to do with the cases at hand.

Jake found the courtroom that he’d been directed to and he stepped inside. There were already a few people in the audience but unless many more people showed up all at once, it looked as if there wouldn’t be much of an audience. There was a woman sitting up near the front typing something into a computer and there was an officer, probably the bailiff, Jake thought, standing nearby. Neither Susan nor any other person who looked to be a defendant was anywhere in sight.

The long hand of the clock slowly worked its way around the face of the clock and towards the top of the hour, and towards the appointed hour.

A door opened at the front of the room and a number of women were escorted inside. Jake could see that one of those women was his girlfriend. The strange thing, Jake thought, was that there wasn’t a single man in the group. Jake couldn’t help but wonder why that was.

A door at the front of the room opened and the bailiff called out in a loud voice. “Hear ye, hear ye,” the man called out. “All rise. The Honorable Judge Emil Wright presiding.”

Everyone in the courtroom stood while the judge walked to his bench. He was a small man with a balding head and a round face. The judge looked out over the audience before he took his seat and that was the signal for the rest of the courtroom to sit as well.

The judge looked out over the audience. “It looks as if we have a bit of a full house today, Tom,” the judge said.

“Yes, sir,” the bailiff replied.

“Well then, call the first case, will you?”

Tom called the first case and Jake waited. It seemed as if a number of the women were in on the same charge as Susan but there were other charges as well, and then suddenly, it was Susan’s turn.

Without thinking, Jake stood. The judge noticed his action. “Yes, sir. Can I help you?” he asked.

Jake stopped. “She’s ... she’s my girlfriend.”

“I’m so glad for you,” the judge said in an obviously dismissive voice. “That’s good to know if we need the boyfriend’s perspective. Now, if you please, could you take your seat so we can finish the matter at hand?”

“Yes, sir,” Jake mumbled as he once more took his seat.

The judge looked at the paperwork in front of him. “Now, Ms. Newcomb, it says here you were found fornicating with another woman. Is that true?”

Susan looked uncertain. “I’m not sure what to say,” she said.

“You can either say guilty or not guilty but it doesn’t really matter what you say. I’m going to find you guilty, no matter what.”

“I’m not sure what difference it’s going to make if you’re going to find me guilty anyway.”

“Ms. Newcomb, are you trying to be smart with me?”

“No, your honor.”

“Then just answer the question. Guilty or not guilty. I’ll give you a hint on what you should say. I like it when people fess up to what they’ve done.”

Susan looked back at Jake.

“Hey,” the judge said. “Don’t look at him. Look at me. Are you guilty or not guilty?”

Susan looked back at the judge. “Guilty?”

“Is that a question or a statement?”

“It’s a statement.”

“Then say it right. How do you plead?”

“Guilty.”

“There now. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Susan shook her head.

“Now, Ms. Newcomb, we believe in law an order around here. We believe in people being decent and honest. Do you understand that?”

Susan nodded.

“What you did was wrong,” the judge said. “We don’t want people to go around fornicating with others, at least not in public. Do you understand that?”

Again, Susan nodded.

“All right. I understand that you’re a newcomer here. You’re just passing through, is that it?”

“Yes, your honor.”

“All right. I’m going to take it easy on you. Fifty dollar fine. You can pay the clerk before you leave, and Ms. Newcomb ...”

“Yes, sir.”

“I hope you understand I’m cutting you a break. I’m letting you off easy, but I don’t want to see you back here again. Is that understood?”

Susan nodded.

“I don’t want to see you nod. I want to hear you say it. Is that understood?”

“Yes, your honor.”

“All right then. Pay the clerk and you can get out of here.”

“Thank you.”

“Tom,” said the judge. “The next case if you will.”

Susan wasn’t even listening as the bailiff called the next case. She already had her wallet out of her purse and she was stepping up to pay the clerk, and then she was moving her way back to where Jake was waiting for her. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s get out of here.”

Susan didn’t say anything until she and Jake were outside of the building. “We’ve got to get out of here,” she said.

“You’re out,” Jake said.

“No. I mean we have to get out of this town.”

“I told you what the mechanic said.”

“I know, but ... but ... I’ll go talk to him.”

“Yeah? What do you think you’re going to be able to say.”

“I don’t know, but I’ll go talk to him. We got to get that car fixed. We got to get that car fixed and we got to do it now.”

“I don’t know what good talking to him is going to do.”

“You leave that up to me. I’ll go do the talking, okay?”

“Whatever.”

“On second thought, why don’t you let me talk to him alone.”

“You sure?”

Susan nodded. She wasn’t sure why she was sure but she was sure she was sure. “Let me talk to him alone.”

Susan dropped Jake off at the hotel and then she continued on down the road. What was she going to tell the mechanic, she wondered. She had no idea what it was, but whatever it was, she knew they needed their car and they needed it now.

Pete was working on their car when Susan arrived. That, at least, was a good sign, Susan thought. Maybe that meant he’d be done sooner than he thought.

“Hi,” Susan called out.

The mechanic looked up. “Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” Susan said. She nodded at the car. “I just came down here to see how you were doing.”

“It’s like I told your husband—”

“Boyfriend,” Susan corrected.

“What?”

“Boyfriend,” Susan said again. “Jake’s not my husband. He’s my boyfriend.”

“Oh. I see.”

“I was just coming down here to see how things were going.”

“Well, it’s like I was telling your boyfriend. It’s just going to take some time.”

“I don’t think you understand,” Susan said. “We really need to get out of here.”

“I understand that, miss, but what can I do?”

“Interesting that you should put it that way,” Susan purred, “because a big, strong man like yourself. I’ll bet you got ways of getting things done.”

“Ways?”

Susan was moving closer to the man and then she was running her hand over the front of his pants. “You know what I’m talking about,” she said. “Ways.”

“I think I’m beginning to understand,” the mechanic said, “but what about your boyfriend?”

Susan’s hand squeezed the hard ridge she found at the front of the man’s pants. “We don’t have to bring him into this,” she said. “This is just between you and me.”

“I suppose you’re right,” the mechanic agreed. “I guess we could leave him out of this.”

Susan unzipped the man’s pants. “Good. I knew you’d see it my way. Now I just got one question for you. Boxers ... or briefs?”

“Me? Boxers.”

“But you wouldn’t mind, would you, if I checked that for myself.”

“I suppose not.”

“See,” the woman purred. “I knew you were a guy who knew what he wanted.” She let her hands undo the man’s belt and then she was taking his pants down.

“See.”

“Mmm yeah,” Susan purred. “I know what I’m seeing and I know what I want to see, too.”

“What do you want to see,” the man asked.

Susan could have answered that with words but it was just so much easier to show him. She tugged on his underwear and that was all it took to pull his boxers down. She wrapped a hand around the man’s cock. “Oh wow,” she gushed. “Look at you. You must have girls in here all the time wanting you to fix their cars.”

“Well not all the time,” the man allowed.

“Oh come on. A big, hard man such as yourself, so big and strong. You must have girls begging you to give them what they want, don’t you?”

“I guess.”

“So if a girl came in here and she knelt if front of you just like this, and if she wrapped her hand around your cock like I’m doing now, and if she said she wanted to suck your cock, you’d give her what she wanted, right?”

“Sure.”

“See. I knew we could come to an understanding.”

“I guess.”

“That’s good because I really want to suck your cock.”

“Okay.”

That was good but as far as Susan was concerned, she was going to suck his cock whether he wanted her to or not.

She opened her mouth and she let herself slide down around the man’s cock. His cock tasted stale like maybe he hadn’t washed in a while but Susan didn’t care about that. All she wanted was to suck that cock.

The man put a hand behind Susan’s head and he held her as she bobbed up and down on his cock. “You like that, don’t you?”

That was a stupid question, Susan thought. If she were going to answer that, she’d have to pull her mouth free, and that was something she wasn’t going to do. On the other hand, maybe continuing to suck his cock was all the answer she needed to give.

“Is that all you do,” the man asked. “Is that all you do? Just suck cock and nothing else?”

He was teasing her. Susan knew that. He was teasing her because of course, she wanted more. Sucking cock wasn’t good enough. She wanted more and that meant she wanted to feel more than just her mouth wrapped around the man’s cock.

“Well,” the man asked again. “Is that all you do?”

Susan pulled her mouth free from the man’s cock. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

“What? You mean like lay your ass back and let me fuck you in your cunt? Or maybe you on your hands and knees, taking my cock from behind. Maybe you taking my cock and begging for more, or maybe you taking my cock in your ass and loving every moment of it.”

Susan couldn’t help herself. Her pussy twinged with everything he said he wanted to do. “I want it,” she said. “I want it all.”

“Yeah? You want it all? Then I think we ought to get you out of your jeans and your panties, don’t you think?”

“Yes-s-s-s.” She hadn’t meant to moan like that. It had just come out that way but she liked it when she did.

“Listen to you,” the man said. “It sounds like you really want it.”

“I do want it.”

“If you want it, then I think you’re going to have to prove it.”

“How?”

“Well for starters,” the mechanic said, “how about you let me see your tits.”

She should be upset, Susan told herself. She should be upset that he’d even suggest such a thing, but the thing was she wasn’t. He wanted to see her tits and she found herself wanting to show them to him so up came her top and suddenly she was holding the bottom edge of it shoulder high. “Is this what you wanted to see?”

“Well that’s good for starters but what I really wanted was to see your tits, something like this.”

Susan couldn’t help but stand where she was as the man approached her. She knew what he was going to do. He was loosening her bra and then he was feeling up her tits. God, was there anything better than that. She loved those words. Feeling her up. So wonderfully descriptive and exactly what she wanted, to.

“I’ll bet you like this,” the man said.

“You know I do,” Susan replied.

“Then tell me what you want me to do to you next.”

“I want you to fuck me.” Susan moaned at that. Just the words, fuck me. They were so hot. Why wouldn’t she want him to do that.

There was a reason, Susan kept trying to remind herself. There was a reason. The only thing was she just couldn’t remember what it was.

“If you want me to fuck you,” the man said, “then I’ll bet there’s something you want to do next. I’ll bet you want to show me your pussy.”

“Oh yeah,” Susan moaned. Now that he mentioned it, yeah. That’s what she wanted. She wanted to show him her pussy.

“Is that what you want? Do you want to show me your pussy.”

There was only one thing to say. “Yeah, I want it,” she said. “I want to show you my pussy.”

“If that’s what you want, then you ought to take your jeans off, don’t you think?”

Of course, Susan thought. That was exactly what she needed to do and she wasn’t about to wait around to have Pete tell her what she needed to do because she already knew the answer. She popped open the first button on her jeans and then the one below that and then the one below that one and then she was pushing her jeans down past her hips.

“Stop,” the man ordered her, and Susan stopped what she was doing.

“Turn around,” the man told her.

Susan turned. She liked doing what the man told her to do. It made her so fucking hot to have him tell her what to do.

She could feel one of Pete’s hands feeling up her panty-clad bottom and then that hand was sliding between her legs. If her panties hadn’t been there, he would have been able to feel how wet she was and that was exactly what she wanted him to feel. She wanted him to know how wet she was.

“What do you want again,” Pete asked.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah,” the man teased and then in one quick motion, he pulled Susan’s panties down. “Tell me again what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“You mean like this,” the man teased and that’s when Susan felt it, the feel of the man as his cock entered her.

“Oh yeah,” she moaned. She could feel that cock pulling back and then she could feel it entering her again. “Oh yeah,” she moaned again. “I mean like that.”

“I thought that’s what you meant,” she heard the garage man say even as he pulled his cock back and then once more, he was filling her up.

She couldn’t help but moan as that cock filled her up again and again and again. Oh geez, that was good. Oh geez, that was so fucking good.

She loved getting her pussy fucked. There was something, something telling her that something was wrong, but how could anything be wrong. She was getting her pussy fucked, and really, that was all that mattered.

She loved getting her pussy fucked.

“Little girl likes this, doesn’t she,” the man said.

“Oh yeah,” Susan moaned. “Oh yeah. I love it.”

“You love getting fucked, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah,” Susan moaned again. “I love it.”

“I’ll bet you’re going to love this then.”

“What?”

“I’m going to cum in that hot, little pussy of yours. What do you say to that?”

She shouldn’t want it, Susan told herself. That was wrong. She shouldn’t want it.

“I want you to do it,” she moaned. “I want you to do it. I want you to cum in my pussy.”

“You’re sure,” the man taunted her.

“I’m sure,” the girl moaned. “I want you to cum in my pussy.”

“Well if you’re sure ...”

Pete didn’t have to say what was coming next because Susan could feel it, the swell of his cock between her legs and then the surge of cum being pushed up inside her and almost at the very same instant, she started to cum. Oh yeah, she told herself. Oh yeah. This was what she needed. This was what she needed. She needed to cum.

The man kept himself buried in Susan’s tight, little pussy as man and woman fed off the needs of the other but in time, their needs subsided and eventually, Pete pulled his cock back.

“Well, well, well. What have we here.”

Susan suddenly looked up to see a newcomer in the mechanic’s garage, a newcomer wearing a police officer’s uniform.

“Hey, Ross,” said Pete. “How’s it going?”

“Not too bad, Pete, but um ... what’s been going on here?”

“This here’s Susan,” the mechanic explained. “She was trying to see if I could get her car fixed ahead of schedule.”

“And could you?”

The mechanic shook his head. “I told her that. I told her I had to wait for the part.

“I see, and how’d she take it?”

Pete nodded at Susan. “I think you can see how she took it.”

“I see.” The police officer turned his attention on Susan. “Miss, I think you’re going to have to come with me.”

“Why? What’d I do?”

“I think you know what the charge is.”

“What?”

“Public indecency.”

“What? No, but I didn’t mean to.”

“Yeah well, if I had a nickel for every time a girl told me that.”

“Come on, Ross—”

“You stay out of this, Pete.”

“But she’s new here in town.”

“And that gives her the right to flaunt our rules?”

“No, but—”

“But what?”

The garage man had nothing to say.

Susan stared helplessly at the officer. This couldn’t be happening to her again.

This couldn’t be happening to her again.

“I’m sorry, Miss,” the officer said. “If you’ll just turn around.”

“No,” Susan begged. “No, I can’t.”

“Please, miss. I’m telling you. You don’t want to make this any harder on yourself than it already is.”

This couldn’t be happening, Susan thought even as she turned herself around. She felt the officer pull her arms behind her back.

This couldn’t be happening to her, she told herself, and yet it was, and the weird thing was, she couldn’t help but admit that she kind of liked being handcuffed like this.