The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Three women, one bathroom, a morning shopping trip... shoot me!

“Ladies, let’s go have some fun!” I said it to cheer myself up after waiting an hour to take my morning piss. The three women taking the money and finding greener pastures sounded really good for those sixty minutes.

Adding ooomph to my voice was becoming dangerously natural.

Mickens exercised subtle forms of control. For instance, the girls’ wardrobe had few things appropriate to a mall visit: Lisa wore shorts right on the line of decent, Adriana’s black tights lived up to their name, and Abby’s jeans were obscene. At least, they wore my shirts to hide the trio of camel toes.

The car was the easy part of my day. I zapped the car salesman to stop the questions about wanting to trade a fine candy-red piece of automotive machinery for a well-maintained tan piece of crap. I used his instincts for the cheat to make it a cash deal, leaving me with a roomier car and an extra ten thousand dollars. He would make a healthy profit margin even with me keeping him honest in our deal.

The girls rarely left our neighborhood so they were quiet as we drove to the mall. Abby stared out the car window at the passing buildings in something very close to wonder. I should have made Mickens pay a steeper price.

At the mall, I was out of my element and looking at the directory didn’t help. I motioned the girls towards the stores, hoping they knew what to do or at least where to start.

“We should walk around.” Adriana thought. “It will give you an opportunity to plan out a practice session.”

Adriana had a better handle on my abilities than I did. She didn’t direct her thoughts at me; she internally vocalized, expecting my filter to separate her words out from the general noise. Adriana found it terribly amusing that I’d never again be able to zone out females of significance in my life. I hadn’t considered it when I agreed that I should be able to always hear them.

I thought I would have problems with the girls accepting my gifts, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. I urged Lisa to play along with my generosity to get one vote for me; it turned out to be an unnecessary. Abby’s thought process adjusted to following Adriana’s lead in everything except things related to Abby and me. In those situations, Abby would stand behind my decisions. It followed from Abby’s view of me as her pimp. The gentleness of our sex put her at the same level that Mickens placed Lisa, who had been shown small kindnesses to keep her on the hook. It bothered me because in the back of Abby’s mind—once the johns came around again, she thought I’d have her out streetwalking. It wasn’t far off; I expected Adriana’s ‘runaway and work from an agency’ plan to kick in as soon as my dick wasn’t the only one getting hard. I’d underestimated Adriana about letting me spend money on clothes for her. Where a good chess player thinks several moves ahead, Adriana thought several moves into several plans. If the world stayed the same, she wanted clothing that favored my sexual tastes. If the world turned right side up, she’d get their wardrobe in the escort range at my expense. If...

Reading Adriana’s planning was like sprinting through a mirror funhouse.

Lisa and Adriana took the lead as we walked through the mall. They discussed the needs each store could fulfill, removed stores from the go-into list, and marked some down as requiring significant time to go through. Both girls watched my reaction to certain higher end stores. I upped their mental piggy bank from the seven thousand to add the ten thousand from the car. Some of the stores were too ritzy in a show-wealth off way for me; I made them aware of it.

I practiced my mind reading and commanding in small ways. Things like making sales clerk pick up and display various items to the windows, delving to different depths in the mall walkers’ minds, and turning disapproval to envy in any woman who looked down their noses at the girls.

The ‘planning out the shopping’ part of our trip took until lunch. From Adriana’s mind, I gleaned she delayed any actual buying to give me an opportunity to stretch my mental muscles in a full food court. I used the opportunity to practice speed, jumping from person to person to make them change their lunch desires. I also saw how far I could make someone unwilling to do something go—a few vegetarians chowed down on massive beef burgers.

“What about sex?” Adriana thought.

“What?”

“You can make girls want to have sex. What about guys?” She eyed a young couple walking together hand in hand. Adriana didn’t know about the douchebag and his wife. “Check when the last time those two had sex. If it’s been nothing since the day you got sick, try to get them to do it.”

I scanned the entire food court. Shit! Adriana had it right—no one had sex since before the Friday I got sick. A family from Ohio caught my mind.

“Fuck!” I whispered.

“What?” the girls asked, turning to look at the people who had caught my attention.

“They’re from Ohio, visiting relatives. They got here yesterday.”

“So?” Lisa asked. Adriana nodded at me, figuring it out before I continued. I scanned the crowd again to pick out where everyone lived.

“It’s at least all over the state,” I said. “The Ohio people have it too.”

“No sex,” Adriana told Lisa. Adriana probably understood better than the girls and me. I couldn’t wrap my head around it or follow the thought to where it would lead. I needed to watch a lot of news.

“Wait here!” I ordered.

I hadn’t ‘exactly’ ordered the douchebag to have sex. I needed a more directed test of my power in the arena of men and sex. I turned the young couple towards the restrooms at one end of the food court. Following close behind, I made everyone ignore them. The guy looked around before guiding the girl into the men’s bathroom. I watched as he lifted her up on to the sink.

I didn’t stay for the action, especially after I got a rent-a-cop to join in... behind the guy. Neither of the men had ever given much thought to a homosexual encounter, but they took to it like champs.

Shopping with hookers turned out to be more interesting than I would have thought. The news about everyone around us being sexually ‘off’ scared the girls. It put pleasing me at the forefront of their thoughts and actions. Store by store, the fashion shows got more and more graphic. After Adriana suggested things would be better if I made everyone ignore us, they got downright pornographic.

The girls worked from the outside layers in; coats, sweaters, shoes, etc. were first on the menu. Dresses, pants, shirts, blouses, and skirts turned up the heat for me. The dresses really did it! Adriana favored chemise-style dresses that showed a little cleavage and a LOT of leg. Lisa liked open-backed numbers, which hugged her hips and ass. Abby went for tight... yeah, Abby liked TIGHT.

Things went crazy when we got to underthings.

Abby dragged a viewing chair into the changing room. Stripping me out of my pants, she sat me down and sucked my dick into her mouth. Where Lisa gave a lot of ‘eye’ during a blowjob, Abby focused on the cock. Completely! Entering her mind, I didn’t find a thought. The girl sucked dick by muscle memory, reacting to my vocalizations and actions as if she had an instinct for sucking dick. Her fingernails scratched my balls and dick gently. Abby’s tongue danced against the bottom of my dick as she took me in, let me out, and took me in again.

I pushed up with my hips, driving deep into her mouth. Abby sucked hard. She put both her hands on my dick and pumped. I growled! Abby moaned! The salesgirl screamed. Oops! I called a ‘time-out’ on the salesgirl. She was scheduled to be on-shift in a few minutes so had not been in the store for my initial sweep to make everyone treat what the girls and I were doing as normal.

Abby brought my attention back by squeezing my dick. I let my head fall back. She realized she had me again and returned to making me jump off the orgasmic cliff. Abby sucked hard! Her hands pumped my dick. I put a hand on the back of her head. I drove up with my hips and pushed down on Abby’s head. She accepted me into her throat. Abby nodded several times, working the head of my dick with her throat.

I yelled and let loose!

Abby was not pleased at the interruption. I decided the sane part of valor would be not to point out that I hadn’t extended the command out far enough. Abby stood up and walked to stand in front of the salesgirl, a cute Asian.

“MAKE HER LIKE IT!” Abby shouted inside her head. “NO! MAKE HER LOVE IT! MAKE IT THE BEST SEX SHE’S HAD! EVER!”

“You don’t have to yell,” I told her. “I can hear you fine.”

Abby’s eyes narrowed at me. I raised my hands and nodded to the salesgirl. “I did it.”

Abby grabbed the girl’s face and kissed her. The salesgirl’s entire body shook with the pleasure of tasting my cum. Abby pushed the girl against the wall to keep her standing. Abby’s hands cupped the girl’s pussy through the black pants. I watched Abby make the girl accept the mouth-to-mouth transfer. The salesgirl convulsed; her hands pawed at Abby’s side, not to push Abby away but begging for more.

The salesgirl was kneeling nude between my legs, sucking my dick slowly. We had gotten to the fashion show part of lingerie shopping. The girls felt it important I approve every purchase, which could only be achieved by modeling every piece that caught their eye. The salesgirl had already swallowed one load; if anything her reaction had been greater than when Abby made her drink my seed.

I don’t believe I disliked a single item. While in outerwear the girls had chosen a few tame items, they saw no reason everything that guarded their pussies, parted their buttcheeks, or lifted their breasts shouldn’t serve the purpose of making my dick hard.

By the time the girls were done, I had the salesgirl’s head on the floor and ass in the air with her legs together. She couldn’t take the full length of my dick! I fucked her wildly though; she screamed and screamed, still under my command that it be the best sex she ever had. The girls stood around us, urging me to make the little bitch (their word) know what it meant to be fucked by a real man (again, their words). The salesgirl passed out when my dick thickened. The girls jumped in, holding her hips up so I could continue to stroke. I put my hands out to hold onto to the girls as I fucked in and out of the salesgirl with complete abandon.

I screamed myself almost hoarse when I came. Abby’s hands pulled me out of the girl when I stopped moving. Lisa took me into her mouth and nursed my dick until I was soft.

I took the girls to dinner at Marco’s. It let them dress up in the finer pieces of their new clothes. They were a little nervous, never having gone out to an expensive restaurant. I wasn’t particularly impressed with Marco’s menu since it was a steakhouse and I worked there. The girls had never eaten such fabulous cuts of meat though.

Monday was a slow night for the restaurant; a leaner staff still made good money. We had an understanding that the ‘discount’ would be left as tip whenever one of us ate at Marco’s, so our waitress was on her best behavior, not that Mary would have been anything other than perfectly gracious to the girls. She did give me a few ‘glances’. I could hear the mental whispers of the staff questioning what a busboy was doing with three women. I finally understood the emptiness in their reactions—not a single one of the guys made the distinction of a busboy with three FUCKING-HOT women.

“You like her,” Lisa said when I watched Mary’s ass as she walked away. I quelched my natural reaction to deny it. In the girls’ mind, I had a claim on them, not the other way around. At least, they didn’t have the same type of claim on me that I had on them. Lisa also thought I’d have them hooking again when things returned to normal.

“You should fuck her,” Adriana said, between forkfuls of chocolate oral pleasure. “This is fantastic!”

Abby nodded, watching the other girls in case their forks went for her piece of chocolate heaven.

“She has a boyfriend,” I said. “They live together.”

“Yeah, but they’re not fucking,” Adriana said. “So it would be like you’re her BFF—best fucking fuck. If he can’t the deliver the goods, a guy can’t be jealous of his girl’s BFF.”

“She doesn’t need sex anymore either,” I replied.

“No,” Adriana said. “She doesn’t want sex. Unless there’s a new way to make babies, she still needs sex.”

“That girl Amanda needed sex,” Abby said. “I think she wanted it too/ She didn’t know she wanted it or needed it. It was like she had one of those diseases on TV shows and there’s a medicine that could completely cure her but she doesn’t know about it. She wants it, because she wants to live. She needs it to live, but she doesn’t know about it.”

We stared at Abby. Adriana’s eyes turned thoughtful. I compared Abby’s words to what I found in the minds around me. These people knew about sex, but they didn’t ‘think’ about it. I sat in the mind of the guy at the next table. He had a perfect view of the girls. Still in the hooker frame of mind, the girls’ idea of dressing up included a lot of exposed boob, belly, and thigh. The guy never registered the amazing amount of beautiful female skin on display. In the before-world, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he took a bathroom break to spank one out from having all that hotness a few feet away.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

At the valet station, I pushed.

I pulled Abby into my arms and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around me. Abby cupped my dick with her hips and rubbed me to full hardness.

Lisa didn’t want to kiss me. She turned her face away, but when I trailed a line of kisses from her cheek to her lips she capitulated. I pressed the sides of her jaw, making her open for me and let me taste her tongue with mine. Her familiarity with me helped her relax sooner than I expected.

Adriana wanted no part of it, putting her hands on my chest and pushing as she turned her face away. “No!”

The valet had brought the car around. I pressed Adriana against the back passenger door.

The first line of defense!

“You can kiss me,” I said. “Or I can make you kiss me.”

I smiled, watching the struggle on her face. To give me an intimacy she had kept even from Mickens or to suffer the dual loss of having me take something from her and having it be THAT intimacy. Adriana tried to make it quick, a retreat rather than a loss.

“It’s okay!”

A memory of teenagers kissing passed through her mind. Her hand fluttered at the back of my head. She pulled me down, trying to find something lost in my lips.

Adriana was so soft!

Lisa drove.

Adriana and I made out in the backseat of the car. She pried herself away from the memories of youthful discovery. Her hand went for my dick. I blocked it.

“It’s okay!”

Adriana settled into the backseat. She was no longer reliving memories—she was kissing me.

Abby wanted a second night with me. I made it better than the first. A lot better! It still wasn’t making love, but it mattered a little less than it had the last night. In that small room, we were alone in a very different world than had existed a few days ago. For all I knew, in the entire world, we were the only ones who could find comfort in each other’s arms and naked bodies.