The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Juggling a multitude of women is harder than people tell you.

It wasn’t the physical part. I’d kept changing, but I wasn’t going to visit a doctor and create documented proof of the differences. My chest was broader; my abs packed sixes; my arms and thighs were bigger. The scariest part was the height! I had grown at least three inches taller. I could accept the rest since I was eating much better and getting a lot of exercise, but the height thing... not even close to fucking natural. The women couldn’t keep up with me sexually. After awhile, I realized none of them wanted sex multiple times a night, every night. I could have made them go with it, but there were a lot of women so I could spread the loads.

Trying to be fair was the hard part! It required a lot of thought, which had never been my strength. I had to be careful about playing favorites except where appropriate. The hookers understood that Abby, Lisa, and Adriana were special to me. Hannah and Crystal accepted they weren’t at the top of the pile, but they wanted to be treated like it. They didn’t need to be my absolute favorites as long as I... I didn’t fucking get it. I wondered how guys who couldn’t read minds ever dealt with women without going crazy.

At least, the mistresses were a little easier to manage since they saw themselves as the ‘other women’ in my life.

Mary opened the apartment door.

“Honeys, I’m home,” she yelled, closing the door behind me.

“We’re in here!”

I located the girls mentally; they had gotten started without us in Mary’s bedroom. I didn’t visit every night and most nights that I did, it was to be with one girl. I made sure to rotate through girls. Spending more than one night in a row with the same woman amounted to bad karma for me.

The girls must have talked about it because they had a buffet planned. All of them, every way!

Mary stripped and walked into the bedroom. I went to the kitchen, drank a bottle of water for extra hydration, and dropped my clothes.

I had to be fair, so I started in Mary’s mouth. She had seen Abby’s oral technique and insisted that I be more forceful. Amanda and Stella watched as I throated my cock in Mary. The first few times had been rough on the redhead, but she learned to adjust. A little mental tweaking helped her relax! With her hands urging me on, I face-fucked Mary.

I worked my way through the other girl’s oral skills—Amanda then Stella.

Amanda got my cock in her pussy first. She lay on her back; my feet were on the floor. I had Amanda’s knees in the crook of my arms as I leaned over her body. My hands held Amanda’s biceps to keep her pinned on the bed. I was pounding her box hard and fast! Amanda’s neck was arched; her eyes were rolled towards the back of her head. She grunted with every thrust! I fucked her harder and faster! She whimpered! Amanda’s entire body seized when my cock thickened. I bathed the inside of her pussy with semen.

Stella and Mary usually preferred different positions when more than one girl joined in a sex-fest; they liked to give me variety. This time they wanted exactly what I’d given Amanda. Fair is fair, so I did Stella and then Mary exactly how they wanted me to.

For the ass portion of the night, Stella was on her knees. Her arms were folded under her body; her left cheek was pressed against the floor. My cock fucked slowly into her raised ass! I fucked to depth and then pressed in deeper by resting my weight on her ass. Stella took it like a champ.

Mary and then Amanda took it in the same championship fashion.

I sat in the living room. The girls had passed out after the three-way blowjob encore. I’d made them cum with me; I probably added a little too much force to the order since they were laid out on Mary’s bed completely dead to the world.

I couldn’t believe I was still horny! What the fuck had happened to me? No matter how much sex I got, it rarely held me more than a half-hour before I was RARING to go again.

I should have gone home, since it was easier to get extra action with two more women than in Mary’s (my) apartment and a plethora of hookers if I couldn’t fall asleep. Instead, I sent my mind questing.

It was late at night, but... I smiled—I hadn’t even left the apartment building. Two minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find a couple of naked college girls smiling at me.

“Hi!” they said at the same time. They held up cups to me. “Can we borrow a few cups of semen?”

The college girls had been ‘wild’ before people stopped fucking so I felt a little more confident in keeping them for the night. Of course, the other three women finding a pair of chicks in bed with me precipitated a taste test of the new pussy. I’ll admit the last part was my idea!

It was noon before I got home. I hadn’t been paying attention! The girls were also getting much better at keeping things from me. They knew what would trigger the filter and a deeper look from me, so they kept calm through what happened to them.

I walked into my place to find Hannah, Crystal, Abby, and Lisa sitting on my bed. A swarthy, scarred man sat across on a chair, watching them.

“Stop!” I ordered when he went for a gun. I turned the filter completely off. A shooter was across the building from my window! I stepped to the side a moment before he pulled the trigger.

“JUMP!”

We heard the window crash and the thud as he hit concrete. People outside screamed! I put the filter back up as soon as I swept the area for more trouble. I couldn’t find Adriana!

“Where is she?” I asked the guy in my room.

“Gregor has your woman,” he replied in a heavy accent. German or Russian! I didn’t bother asking him; I reached into his mind and ripped out what the plan had been and more specifics about Adriana’s location. Gregor’s home was out of the county and beyond my range!

Russian mob! They wanted my money; they wanted my business; they wanted my girls.

“The roof. Head first. Jump!” I told the asshole in my room.

He walked by me.

Lisa and Abby followed me to the car.

Adriana was fine. Pissed but fine! Scared but fine!

Lisa had driven. Abby opened the car door for me. Gregor’s guards smiled as I approached.

“Open the doors.”

They did it.

“Come inside,” I said, entering Gregor’s abode.

“You survived,” a shirtless bald man said from where he sat on the sofa. “Good! I get to kill you myself!”

“Are you okay?” I asked Adriana. She sat in the corner on a folding chair.

“No,” she replied.

“I’m talking to you!” the bald man yelled at me, standing up and pointing a finger at me.

“Sit!”

The bald man’s eyes opened wide as he planted his ass back on the sofa. Two guys were sitting near him. Bodyguards! They looked from the bald man to me.

“Did they hurt you?” I asked Adriana.

“A little,” she replied. “They grabbed me rather tightly!”

“You didn’t call for help,” I said angrily.

“You needed to know where this was going,” she told me.

“Adriana,” I said in a low throaty voice. “I can read minds. I don’t need you to risk yourself to get information from people. You were with them! I could have taken control if you’d called for me.”

“Hmm!” she said thoughtfully. “I was a little scared for you, so I didn’t think straight.”

I narrowed my eyes at Adriana. Her mind went suspiciously blank.

“I know those two! This is the Russian Mob, Simon,” Adriana told me, pointing at the bald man’s bodyguards. “Much more dangerous than pimps or a few corrupt cops.”

“You want their money.” I said into her mind. “Are you insane, Adriana? Nobody fucks with the Russian Mob!”

“Always fuck the women! Always take the money!” Adriana replied. “Those are the rules you should live by. This is your world now, Simon!”

The bodyguards decided it! They spun towards me, reaching into their jackets.

“FREEZE!” I yelled.

Everyone in the room except for Adriana stopped moving. I walked up the beautiful brunette and inspected her carefully. She had a hairline scratch on her cheek and a scrape on her forearm.

“You should not have touched my girl,” I told Gregor loudly. “You really shouldn’t have touched MY girl!”

I walked over to one of the door guards who had entered with me. Reaching into his jacket, I pulled out his firearm. I knew enough to undo the safety before I turned towards Gregor. It took me a few bullets to hit his bodyguards: three into the guard on my left, two into the one on my right. The last bullet in each of them had been head shots. I dropped the gun at the feet of the door guard.

Stepping around the dead bodyguards, I leaned over Gregor. He had a gun next to him on the couch. His safety was already off! I shot at the door guards. I didn’t know how many bullets the gun had so I went from guard to guard until it clicked empty. No head shots but they weren’t moving and I could hear their minds shutting down.

I tossed the gun onto the coffee table before I turned to look at Gregor. He was terrified! He could only move his eyes, but it was clear he had tried very hard to get up from the sofa.

“I’m going to be sick,” I whispered.

Abby and Lisa had run in by that point. Abby bolted towards the bar. She dumped ice out of a bucket and handed it to me. I puked a lung out! Lisa handed me a glass of water when I finished dumping the contents of my stomach. I sat on the chair opposite to Gregor; Adriana sat between my feet. She rubbed her cheek against my knee.

“You shouldn’t have touched my girl,” I told Gregor.

I’d never done anything like it, so I needed a few minutes to...

I shook my head a few times before meeting Gregor’s eyes.

“There should be a word,” I told him. “In the movies, courage is defined as action in the face of fear. Not fearlessness, but to be afraid and do what needs to be done anyway. There should be a word for action in the face of your conscience’s horror.”

“There is... " Adriana whispered. “Love.”

I stared down at her for a few seconds. “You get that you’re one fucked up chick, don’t you?”

She grabbed my hand and kissed the knuckles. I traced the tiny scratch on her face. The motherfucker sitting across from me had scratched the most perfect face I’d ever seen!

“You saved me,” Adriana told me.

“I’m going to kill your father,” I told her. “After I make him suffer greatly, he’s going to jump off a building so everyone will think it was suicide. You could have been so much more Adriana. I’m going to kill that fucker for destroying you! ”

She nodded; tears fell from her eyes.

I stared at the bald man. “I don’t know anything about love. My parents provided for me but that’s really it. I’ve barely spoken to them since I left for college. What I am now... the things I can do! I don’t know if I’m capable of love anymore because taking what I want is so easy. I think I love my girls. I know I love this life. You’re dead man, Gregor!”

I smiled at him. ”Call your boss! Tell him whatever he needs to hear to get his ass over here. Know this—however long it takes him to arrive is how long you have to live.”

I looked at Adriana. “We’re not taking the money, babe!”

Adriana smiled and nodded, waiting for the explanation.

“His boss is going to kill Gregor,” I told her. “Then that man is going to sing whatever fucking song the federal prosecutor wants him to.”

Adrina smiled wider. “They’ll be too busy trying to get to him or get out of the country to figure out what really happened here tonight.”

“I need to lockdown Gregor’s boss,” I said. “You’re better at that than me. I want him to be so happy at whatever shit-job the government relocates him to that he’s grateful to bring his mob buddies down.”

Adriana rested her cheek on my knee. I could hear her mind buzzing away, working to formulate the best set of instructions to give Gregor’s boss.

Adriana’s instructions were... thorough. I was pretty sure the prosecutor would be able to make the guy shit on command if she ever needed to. It took all night to set things up.

The boss man killed Gregor. I reinterpreted the scene for the boss’s bodyguards. They fled to report to the other mob bosses what had gone down. The boss man knew where the federal prosecutor lived. I had to keep a tight rein on the situation when the prosecutor opened her door to find the man she’d give a kidney to bring down standing in front of her.

The FBI agents were at the boss man’s house in thirty minutes to grab everything they could. They got the boss out of the state in less than two hours.

I didn’t feel the girls were safe so I visited the other Russian Mob bosses in the area. They lost all interest and knowledge of my operation. I made sure they wouldn’t even see any of my girls if she was standing over them and peeing on their faces.

It was light out when we got home. The girls took over the shower for an hour. I used the time to relax.

I wish I could say it had been self-defense. I was never in any danger though. Walking into the apartment... not being able to find Adriana mentally, I lost it! The burn had been cold but it torched everything in my path.

Adriana came out of the bathroom naked. She stood in front of my chair and took my hand. She led me to the bed. Adriana got up on her toes and kissed me gently. Lying down on her stomach, she raised her ass up.

The other women surrounded the bed.

I got hard!

Climbing on the bed, I straddled Adriana’s thighs. I grabbed her asscheeks and spread them. I moved my hips forward, rubbing my dick on Adriana’s skin. She moaned in pleasure! I reached into her mind. She wasn’t thinking of anything; her mind was quiescent, waiting for me to claim what had belonged to me since I took her from Mickens. When I freed her from the life her father’s actions forced her into...that’s how Adriana saw it.

Hands grabbed my dick; I leaned forward and put my hands on the bed. Hands spread Adriana’s asscheeks as the other hands guided the tip of my dick to Adriana’s anus.

She wasn’t lubricated, neither was I. Adriana didn’t want it! She wanted me! I pushed down with my hips. Her body didn’t care for it! I pushed harder! The tip of my dick wedged her anal ring open. The hands kept me on point as I drove in. Adriana’s ass did not give up the fight easily. My perfect brunette whimpered but made no move to escape her fate.

The skin of my dick felt like it was being scraped off as I dug deeper into Adriana. I wanted to thrust hard and plunge in; Adriana wouldn’t have cared but I did. She was giving me everything; I wanted to be worthy of it.

I pulled back; the hands guided my dick back to Adriana’s asshole. I dropped my weight down. Adriana’s ass fought just as hard as the first time, but it was futile. Everyone in the room wanted it to happen! Slowly... slowly, my dick drilled into Adriana’s asshole. She and I sighed when the crown of my dick passed into her body. The hard part was over.

I worked my dick in another inch. It gave me the length to pull back and push forward without coming out of Adriana’s ass.

I dove into her mind. She was happy! Adriana wanted all of me in her body and to feel my cum inside of her. I pulled back and drove in. Pulled back and took more of Adriana’s ass as my own!

It wasn’t enough for me. Nothing was enough until I rested on her back, hilted in her ass with my hands on Adriana’s ass. I spread her asscheeks, pulled my hips back, and slammed into her.

Then it was enough.

Then I felt like she was safe!

Adriana didn’t need a mental command to orgasm, the first jet of heat set Adriana off.

She was safe.