The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The dust settled over Lucy’s lovely face and her sexy young smile emerged. Her eyes were glazed-over like she was in some kind of a spell, and she was! She stared off slightly in the distance. Her puffy Angelina Jolie lips; pursed, moist and inviting.

I was delighted because I had been making casual conversation with my neighbor for months. I liked just being in her presence because she was in her late 20’s and such a shy beauty, but I secretly lusted over her night and day. Having just turned 19, I had all the testosterone a horny young guy could have. It was a struggle to keep it under control, but not any more.

I figured that NOW was my chance to go for it!

I might as well try. Worst thing that could happen was that she would slap me in the face or something. Plus, there was something about the way my uncle told me about this Powder of Suggestion he gave me that made me believe I could now actually control my beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous neighbor. I had just casually blown it in her face after dusting it in my palm. I did it like I was just stretching my arm out and wasn’t doing anything special. She didn’t even notice anything odd going on at all. Once the dust hit her face, she totally changed, relaxed, smiled, and look pretty spaced-out.

“You know Lucy, you really are a very beautiful woman, right?”

“Uh, what do you mean Sam? Oh, uh huh. OK.” she responded, half whispering from her daze.

“I mean you have an absolutely perfect body. You know that, right?”

“Ohhh…, I guess so…” she dreamily responded while sitting with me at her table in the back yard. Deep inside she wondered why I was starting to talk to her about her beauty and her body. That wasn’t how our conversations normally had gone. She wasn’t really worried, but she did notice this was a bit odd.

“I mean, look at yourself Lucy. You are the very picture of perfection. You have an incredibly beautiful body. You know that, don’t you?

Your face is so soft and sweet and youthful. You have such a cute little nose, and your big puffy kissable lips are just out of this world. You know that men just love looking at your puffy kissable lips, right?” I asked, not needing a response.

“I mean Lucy, and then there are your hips. They are so nice and round, and you have such a thin waist it just makes one want to wrap their hands around you and squeeze you tight! And the best thing about you Lucy are those fabulous breasts of yours that you seem to keep hidden all the time.”

I said that with a great deal of enthusiasm because I just couldn’t help myself. She actually had the body of Pamela Anderson except I was certain she had a pair of tits at least one bra size larger than hers. I mean if Pamela were built like her, Baywatch would have bordered on being a porn movie with her bouncing around as she ran around the beach all the time!

Lucy was certainly puzzled. She couldn’t figure out why I was talking about her body so bluntly. It wasn’t normal for guys to talk directly to her about her breasts. That seemed really off base. She was about to question me, but I continued.

“Yes Lucy, you also really do have a nice large pair of breasts hidden inside those baggy clothes you wear. Why they are just so big, they fill the full width of your lovely chest. They look to be quite a handful!” I said, teeming with lust I could barely control any longer.

“I would even go so far as to say Lucy, that you… well you could be a real “Trophy Bride”!!!”, I said this with real enthusiasm like it was the most special, most cherished thing on earth.. Lucy’s eyes lit up and she now had a big smile on her face now.

Lucy was puzzled, but she held that deep inside. She was about to ask me why I was talking like that to her, but she couldn’t escape the idea that being a “Trophy Bride” might be a good idea. She wasn’t sure about any of this however.

“Well, thanks for the compliments Sam,” she said, “but I’m not so sure that you should be talking to me about, well, about my body like that. But then, maybe I should try to be a Trophy Bride. I mean, I guess I’m pretty, but why is that so important?”

If it weren’t for that dust hitting her, she probably would have gotten up and left me, but somehow deep inside she believed that what I was saying was important. She wanted to learn more.

I continued, “Why, all women should try to be Trophy Brides for their husbands. That is their duty. That is what a good woman, a good wife, does for their man. You would do very well in life if you were to learn to be a real Trophy Bride. I’m sure of that! The only problem is Lucy, (pausing a bit)…..is that you just don’t act like one. You don’t dress like a Trophy Bride for your husband, Lucy.”

Lucy seemed puzzled, yet again. A bit sad but she was still paying complete attention to my every word. She felt a bit uncomfortable about all this but at the same time she was also feeling a bit sexy by all this conversation. She thought she looked fairly nice and pretty and she did always try to look presentable.

“But I do like to look nice for my husband.” She said defensively. “Well, but then, I don’t really wear low cut tops or heals very much. That’s true. Maybe I could start wearing more lipstick. Is that what you mean?” she naively asked.

She was beginning to catch on, but she had no idea how carnal and twisted the thoughts I had running around in my mind. I SO wanted to turn her into my plaything, my fuck toy and lover.

“I think that what you really need Lucy is some good solid training to be a true Trophy Bride! I’ll bet you would really like to be trained to be a true Trophy Bride Lucy? I could do that for you. I could do that because I really like you and I know all about Trophy Brides. I’ve trained plenty of other Trophy Brides in my life too Lucy.” I lied through my teeth while she was deep in thought.

“Do you want that, Lucy? Do you want to be trained to be a real Trophy Bride?” I asked again.

Once more, Lucy’s face lit up, she began to ignore more and more the doubtful feelings she had inside. She smiled and turned to me looking into my eyes with a mile-wide smile and said “Yes! I’d like that! I want to learn, yes! I guess there’s all sorts of clothes I could wear. Maybe I should dress extra special for him when he comes home? Maybe I could look more like those women in all those magazines I see around” she said as she tried to understand what I really meant. She didn’t understand fully just how carnal and twisted my thinking was or that I was refering to dressing sexy outdoors in public, to become a real show-off piece, a real hot piece of meat!

“I guess so Sam. Why yes, I’d like to be a real Trophy Bride!” That’s when I knew I had her.

“But there’s one thing Lucy, the thing is that until you’re fully trained you need to keep this a secret from your husband. You need to wait until you are really good at being a Trophy Bride, until your training is complete, OK? You need to keep dressing in those drab flannel shirts and shapeless pants you wear until I teach you how to wow the pants off your husband. How to be his pride and joy. How to be someone that all the guys lust over so they are totally jealous of him and he is totally proud of you! I can teach you how to be his pride and joy. Someone he can show off to anyone and be super proud of. Yes, I can teach you how to be a true Trophy Bride!”

And so, my plan began.

Just the day before my uncle Tom came by my house and we got to talking. I told him how I had been perving over my beautiful neighbor who I had the real hots for. She was so fucking gorgeous but sadly got married to this boring, completely nerdy accountant. I got her to trust me and have confidential chats with her. We had a nice, low-key friendship and I never acted threatening because I never thought I could get anywhere with her.

I would often come by, casually hanging out over coffee when her husband was at work. I made up all sorts of stories about how women mistreated me and such just to get her pity. In actuality, I wasn’t doing too badly in the woman department at all, but none of them had big tits like hers, or a thin, thin waist, or such a cute, delectable face like hers. I just crave big tits and ultra thin bodies, and Lucy sure as fuck had that! Her tits weren’t overly huge. They were just the perfect large size. One cup size bigger than what would already satisfy most men. That was what I craved! It was just such an incredible turn on for me to find woman like that.

Well, my uncle Tom told me that he had just the thing to help me. He told me about his special Powder of Suggestion he had bought during a recent trip to Egypt. He said it was absolute magic and he was able to use it to control some beautiful women he knew. He never went into details, but I believed him (you can find those in my Breast Suggestions series) and suspected he was having a really good time with some young hotties. I just had no idea how much he was fucking his brains out with them.

“Here you go Sam, why don’t I give you just a little dusting of my special powder. You might want to try it on that hot babe next door. I’m sure you will be delighted with the opportunities it will release. Remember, it is powerful and also quite permanent. She will do anything you want once you blow it on her face and get her to inhale it. You’ll thank me in the morning”, he jokingly said. “No, you’ll thank me every day the rest of your life. Ha. Ha!” With that, he left.

So there I was, astounded about Lucy’s willingness to agree with everything I said. Her enthusiasm and innocence made her all the more attractive. I was determined to take full advantage of her right here, and right now!

“Lucy, to get you started with your, um…training, I think you should start showing off that beautiful body you have. Trophy Brides always show off their bodies and make their man proud of them. You should stop wearing baggy flannel shirts and those jeans, are just not tight enough. In fact, short skirts should become your standard way of dressing.”

“Oh, ok Sam. I think I know what you mean. I should start dressing more like I’m dating. More like I’m trying to attract a guy or something?” She had no idea what I really meant, what my plans were for her. No real idea at all. I was going to fuck her brains out, over and over again and make her into a slutty sexy seductrice who absolutely loved it.

I then came around to her side of the table and got real close to her and touched her lips with my fingertip. “I mean even more than that Lucy. You need to put those lips to good use. You need to share them with other guys to make your husband really proud of you. You know, most women would just die to have puffy, kissable lips like yours. Women pay good money just for that.”

Lucy smiled, turned, and looked straight at me. I then kissed her, very lightly just to see what her reaction might be. She didn’t stir. She simply enjoyed it, thinking I was just doing part of her ‘training’.

“Wow, that felt really nice. I got a real tingle out of that Sam. Is that what a Trophy Bride does?” she asked.

“Of course, Lucy. If you get all squishy feeling inside, so will all those other guys around you and your husband will get even more so. Most guys just love it if some other guy kisses, or even touches their Trophy Bride.”

Well, that didn’t make much sense to Lucy. She was puzzled inside. She almost wanted to just sit down and think about all of this, but then, she felt so good inside too and believed me that I was such a good teacher, she gave it more thought.

That WAS what she was supposed to do, she thought. She kinda felt as if something was wrong, but she was quickly putting those thoughts out of her mind.

“If you say so Sam, sure, I can do that. I bet I can get other guys to kiss me, and I’m sure I could even get some to touch me so my man can see them.” As she started thinking of letting some guy stick his hand inside her shirt and grope her breasts while he wet kissed her, she started to say, “Yes. I guess I can pretty easily find a guy, in some bar or something…..” but I interrupted her.

“You see Lucy, your lips….well, they are almost irresistible. You’re a good kisser Lucy, but you need to keep practicing to become a ‘great’ kisser if you want to be a real Trophy Bride.” I kissed her again, but this time I slipped my tongue out to wet her lips just a little bit. I couldn’t believe the shit I was talking, but she was totally going along with it. I could tell in her mind she was absorbing all my bullshit.

“You like kissing, don’t you Lucy?” I asked to reinforce the idea.

“Oh yes. I’ve always liked kissing the most” She looked into my eyes and relaxed. She was sure this was right. In her mind, she was thinking of all the long necking sessions she used to have back in the woods behind the high school and such. She remembered going to bars and getting all wet and hot with a guy in the back booth. One guy even took her bra off in the bar and groped her while she gave him a really wet hand job. Her fingers were soaked!

I then grabbed both of her shoulders and told her, “You have such beautiful square shoulders too, such delicate limbs. You are just so feminine and beautiful! Why you are quite a catch! You just need to learn to show it off more and be your husband’s pride and joy. You’ve got just the curvy body that men lust after. I am sure you will become a really great Trophy Bride Lucy!”

Lucy smiled brightly at me, daydreaming and even wanting another wet kiss from me.

“And you know Lucy, the best part about your beauty are these large breasts of yours.” I said this while I took the chance to finally cup both of her big hooters through the thick flannel of her shirt. I squeezed both of her juicy melons lightly, holding back the urge to grope her wildly and rip her clothes off.

Not feeling so familiar with terms like “hooters”, Lucy again looked a bit puzzled.

“I hope you don’t mind me talking to you in “Trophy” language. I mean guys lusting after you always want to use some rather blunt talk. I mean, sometimes the cruder, the better. Trophy Talk is good. You’ll see.”

This would take a little getting used to. This was the beginning of a whole new way to see the world, but Lucy was on-board with his ideas.

“I mean your husband needs to show you off. You need to show yourself off for him, especially these great tits you have! That’ll make him really proud. You need to show your hooters off to him and to all the other guys that are gawking at you. If you want to be a real Trophy Bride!” I said this while I continued to squeeze her big hooters through her shirt. God! but they felt so damn good in my hands!!! I could now feel just how firm they really were. I was just dying to see them in their naked flesh and to have my way with them.

“I mean you can’t even hide these big honkers of yours no matter what kind of baggy shirts you wear. You’ll really get the guys filled with lustful thoughts about you whenever they see you. But if you learn to dress differently too, wow, you will be a real true Trophy Bride!!!” With no reaction coming out of her and only smiles, I continued to use such crude terms cause it really got me off. I kept on going, while still filling my greedy hands with her big hooters.

“Just how big are these large jugs of yours anyway Lucy?” I not so innocently asked. In fact, I was getting off on being so blatantly lewd to her right to her face.

“Well…(almost in a daze from all the tit stimulation going on, and not just from the magic powder) they used to be 36-C’s all through high school and lots of guys wanted to get their hands on them. That was fun, but kinda confusing for me growing up. But since then, they’ve grown to 36-D’s Sam” she responded with a bit of pride in her voice. Her eyes flittered a little bit with all the breast squeezing that was going on too.

“And what are your measurements anyway Lucy?” as I continued to rhythmically squeeze and paw at and milk her big udders almost like I was kneading bread.

“Well, I’ve got these 36-D’s Sam” she said.

I quickly replied correcting her, “You mean you have some 36-D “tits” Lucy, right? You can use blunt words like that Lucy. That’s part of Trophy Talk. Tits, hooters, honkers, milk jugs, fun bags. It only gets men more excited about you honey.”

“Ummm, OK. I’ve got some big 36-D tits. They are some big fucking boobs I’ve got, it’s true. And my waist is only 24 inches around. That’s pretty thin, isn’t it? My hips are 36 inches too Sam. I’ve heard them called ‘baby-making’ hips. And men just love to stare at my ass too. I’ve almost forgotten about all that since I got married but shouldn’t that alone make me a Trophy Bride?” she innocently asked.

“Well, that’s a great start Lucy. And you do have a fine set of tits and a fucking really hot ass, but you still do need to learn how to act like a great Trophy Bride. There are many things you need to learn and experience Lucy. You really need a lot more experience.” I lied through my teeth.

“You need to learn how to dress and act for strangers, as well as your husband too. You need to seduce men and make him proud of how they lust after you. I’m sure, with the proper training, you will do just fine.” I couldn’t believe the kind of shit I was telling her. I felt like I was living inside one of those dirty books I used to read before the internet came around and I fully intended for the training to take a very, very long time.

“You know what makes these gorgeous hooters of yours look even bigger is how really thin and delicate the rest of you is.” When I said this, I dropped my hands down to circle her thin waist.

“You are so delicate and feminine. I’ll bet we can get the guys to really take a serious look at you honey. I mean WoW!” I added that while my fingertips jumped back up to her big firm hooters and began to search for her nipples. A task that was too hard to do with such a thick shirt and bra on.

After regaining my self-control, I stepped away from her a bit and continued with my plan.

“Remember how you once told me that you were a cheerleader, but then quit back in high school? I think you told me that you had to wear some sort of halter top but were just growing so big, that you couldn’t even button it anymore. Do you remember that?” I diabolically asked.

“Why, yes. I remember that. It was a lot of fun, but I just started getting. Well….too top heavy. I just started, you know….developing too much up on top. I just had to quit I guess” she explained.

“You mean your big hooters would bounce around too much. They’d even throw you off balance?” I asked with extreme lust in my mind.

“Yeah. It happens to some of the girls like that. I was just beginning to love them too because all the boys were giving me LOTS of attention and, you know, all the girls want big…well…. big tits! But once mine came in, well, I had to quit cheering cause it was just too hard.”

While still groping her shirt mellons, I continued, “Wow Lucy! That sounds really hot actually! Do you still have that tight halter top you talked about Lucy? I bet that would make you look like a real Trophy Bride if you wore that halter top Lucy. Why don’t you go upstairs and find that nice old top of yours and the rest of your cheerleading outfit you used to wear and come on back downstairs. No underwear allowed, OK?” Lucy had no idea why underwear had anything to do with her training, but she was more than happy to follow my directions.

Well, there I was. Standing in her living room next to her couch at the base of her stairs. No one else was home. I was waiting very impatiently while she went up to change. In just a few minutes I would be able to actually see all of her fabulous body. I would be able to grope and probably fuck her brains out. My blood was coursing through my veins. I felt hot and horny, almost trembling with expectation. My cock was even starting to stir all on its own.

And then, there she was! Bouncing down the stairs with a spring to her step. Sure enough, her big tits, released from the confines of her bra, were bouncing wildly inside her tight haltertop, with no bra on at all, just like I asked! Her hips swayed so seductively with her short white pleated skirt on. It was so short I could almost see her pussy as she came down the stairs! Her halter top was oh-so-thin and sleeveless. I guess the football team wanted the audience to slightly see through their tops way back when in her high school days, but now I could really see through it right down to her naked tits inside, and WoW!

Her fucking areolas cast a dark shadow through her thin halter top and my eyes were riveted to them. Her nipples were poking out too making it clear just how erect they were. And her hips were swaying side to side beckoning for someone to come and fuck her! Holly Fuck!!! Her bouncing tits topped it all off so nicely and BOY, what fucking juicy honkers she was carrying around! They filled the full width of her chest and stood out as firmly as any tits could be!

I couldn’t wait to see her in the flesh.

“Why don’t you give me a little cheer, like you used to do in high school. How about a “Trophy” cheer?

Lucy smiled and immediately hopped up and split her legs out, “T !!!” she shouted. I could even get little glimpse of her pussy showing. “R….O !” sure enough, her tits were wildly bouncing, held in only by the 4 buttons of her tiny, short halter top. Her skirt had flipped up at least a few times showing all of her honey pot. “P…H…Y!!” she finished.

Oh God! Did I love that!!!

I took a breath to calm myself down and got back to my plan. “You look so hot in that outfit honey I think we need to go shopping and get you even more cool clothes. This is just the kind of outfit that will make your husband very proud of you! Why, all the guys at the mall will be staring at you and dying to touch you, to grope you with lustful thoughts. That’s exactly what we need to do. You will make all the guys jealous of your husband and that’s just what a good Trophy Bride should do! I think it will be even better if you have a good selection of sexy clothes to wear, and maybe even a few toys we could add to it.”

Lucy was drawn into this fantasy, wanting to be the best Trophy Bride she could possibly be. She wasn’t even sure what I was referring to, but she did like toys. Everyone likes toys, right?

Not being able to control myself much longer, my fingers trembling with desire to get my hands on her, on all of her, I added, “But there are a couple of things you should be aware of that could happen once we’re out in public. Once we’re out at the mall. OK?”

As I got real close to her I said, “Most guys who will see you in the mall dressed like this might just want to just walk up to you and put their hands right on your tits. Just like this.”

Saying that, I placed both my palms on her big tits. The fabric was so thin it was as if I finally had her naked hooters in my hands. Her halter top was stretched to its limit and the blouse stretched open in between each of the four buttons there. I could see her titty flesh so close to my fingertips. Lucy did not back away and was simply captivated by my “lesson”.

“Yes, they will definitely want to squeeze your breasts like this.” I said as I kneaded her tits mercilessly. “They will want to weight them in their hands and feel their firmness, even flick their fingers over your nipples to see just how thick and sensitive they are. They will even want to slide their fingers inside your blouse too and feel the softness of your naked flesh!”

In saying this I slid my fingers in between her top buttons, dying to touch her naked boobies, and sure enough, her buttons just gave away and popped open. The top three buttons of her halter top just burst open, leaving only the bottom of her shirt tied together in a knot just above her navel, and my fingers immediately continued to grasp both of her naked hooters! Finally, I had her naked tits filling my hands to overflowing!!! Her great big, firm, juicy young tits!

My heart was trembling and my hands almost shaking as I saw just how large and inviting her areolas were! Her nipples were sticking out, way out, as if they were screaming to be suckled and pinched and fondled! I just couldn’t fucking believe my luck. I was speechless!!!

“Oh yeah Lucy, they will definitely want to hold and squeeze these fine, big, firm honkers of yours. They feel so warm and soft. They are just beautiful Lucy!” I then let go of her milk jugs and stared at them a bit. I had to admire them and take them all in. The thoughts and schemes I wanted to play out with her were racing through my brain. I had all sorts of plans for her. I couldn’t wait, but I also wanted to take her, here and now, and fuck her like a race horse.

You know, many women have cute martini glass-shaped titties. And some have nice round baseball-sized jugs. But those are usually only B, or maybe C-sized cups. They can be nice and fun for sure, but then there is the whole world of bigger jugs, of D-cup and even E-cup hooters. That’s a world I just love to spend time in. What I love are those big firm tits when they fill up the width of a woman’s chest, that’s all the more exciting, just like Lucy’s.

One woman who defies all the rules with E-cup hooters is Julia Boin, the Japanese porn star. God! What a fantastic pair of tits that thin young seductrice has. And her delectable nipples are the most perfect made on earth!!! She is both thin and sexy, but also has firm, shapely big tits crowned with big suckable nipples and boy do the guys in her movies play with those nipples of hers. They suck on them every chance they get.

And then there is that porn actress with absolutely perfect tits, Bella Brookz. She has perfectly shaped nipples. I do wish her tits were even one size larger though, but they’re damn good as they are, virtual perfection!

Sadly, not all big hooters are capped with big suckable nipples. A big pair of tits, with just small little nipples is such a sad disappointment. So much size and potential, but just so boring to play with when they don’t have sensitive nipples. It kills it for me. I’d rather have a B-cup babe with big nipples than a D-cup one with none. But Lucy was none of that. No, not at all. She had it ALL!

So, I turned my attention to this glorious set of naked hooters right before my eyes. Lucy’s, milk jugs were firm and jutting right out there with her blouse wide open and begging for attention right before my hungry eyes. My fingers grabbed her nipples, yearning to be pinched. Her puckery suckable nubbins just loving my touch. Her areolas were dark, wide and smooth, and made of the softest flesh in the world, a perfect landing pad for my hungry lips.

Oh wow, so nice!!!

Lucy was feeling her own lust starting to grow too with her breasts being groped so much, her nipples flicked and rubbed. My fingertips were dancing crazily on her thick nipples, busily rolling them around and around.

“Yes, all the guys will dream of playing with your nice thick pacifiers, just like this!” as I said that, I pulled and twisted her thick, brown erect nipples. They must have grown to over half an inch in size right between my fingertips, just dying to be sucked on.

Lucy was trembling inside as I twisted her throbbing nipples. I had no way of knowing that her nipples were highly sensitive, directly linked to her clitty, and her body responded quickly to any stimulation they received. She was starting to feel herself getting very wet and excited and any doubts she had were quickly melting away as she fell into her lustful feelings. She was purring like a kitten.

“Guys will simply be dying to grasp and even manhandle your big D-cups just like this Lucy! They are just so mouthwatering Lucy. They will just love how smooth your skin is, how wide and firm they are! I never knew you had such beautiful nipples! Yes, your titties will make you a fantastic Trophy Bride! You just need to learn to share them, and show them off more often.” I was playing this up for all it was worth. My evil side had completely taken me over. I just had to fuck her, and do it soon too!

In saying this I could no longer resist the urge and I dropped my head down to suckle on her right nipple. I latched on and began sucking and licking while twisting and pulling on her other nipple in earnest. I couldn’t let up it felt so good. I slurped and sucked and even bit down on her thick, juicy nipple. I just couldn’t resist them!

I then switched to her right breast and latched onto it, leaving its companion wet and glistening; lonely and throbbing in the air. I grasped and pulled and twisted as I was suckling with wild abandon. I pushed one of her tits against my cheek as I sucked and slobbered all over her other breast.

I was groveling in her tits and just loved the feel of them in my hands. I could suck on her hooters for a week if she’d let me, I was having way too much fun! But I also knew my cock was bursting through my pants and wanted to be buried deep in her juicy pussy. I wanted to pound into her and fill her with buckets of cum. I wanted to make her scream with passion, so I dropped my hand down to her skirt which barely even covered her pussy mound anyway. I found her pussy was wet and swollen, so I started rubbing it and getting her wet while I continued to suckle her insatiable nipples. I slipped in one, then two fingers into her snatch while flicking and rubbing her little clitty. I pumped my fingers in and out, in and out, to be sure her pussy lips got as wet as possible. She was getting wet as hell!

Lucy was in a daze. I could clearly see she was feeling weak at the knees and I was almost worried she would fall to the floor so I guided her over to the couch. Her legs were spread open wide allowing me plenty of access to her dripping wet snatch.

I then whipped out my cock out and slid it home, right into her welcoming wet pussy. Lucy moaned. I moaned too with the greatest pleasure I had ever felt in my life! She was so warm and tight my cock was in heaven deep inside her warm pussy walls. I paused for a moment to savor this warm feeling around my cock and then I continued to pump into her. I started with long, slow strokes and savored just how fresh this feeling was, just how tight her cunny was, just how deep I could plow into her.

I leaned back a bit, releasing her soaking wet tits from my mouth, and grabbed her by the hips so I could slam that much deeper into her. I had complete control of her thin, light body and she was wet and willing. I could feel her swollen clitty as I pounded her over and over again. I began to pick up my pace. I wanted this to last forever but I also wanted to come as soon as I could. Now I was the one feeling conflicted, wow!

I pounded and pounded into her and could feel my orgasm beginning to build. I then heard her scream the cutest little muffled scream I had ever heard while her pussy gushed her honey juice. I could tell she was delirious with an orgasm. She whimpered and wiggled as I continued to pound her. I reached up and grabbed her by both nipples and pinched them really hard as I too was about to unleash my seed. I then palmed both of her big tits in my hands, holding her almost like handles to control her body and feeling her hardened nipples poking into my palms and that was it. That was the ultimate sensation I needed to feel. Her pussy walls were milking me as I exploded my seed deep into her womb. I slammed into her and kept my cock buried to the hilt as one hand slid down and grabbed her ass as if there was any possible way I could make my cock glue into her even deeper than it was. I was buried to the hilt filling her with my seed. My cock spasmed and exploded and flooded her as I kept up my frantic pounding. I pumped and pumped for minutes on end in total ecstasy, and I felt like I was going to pass out.

In the end, I was empty and gasping for air as I collapsed onto her chest, in total heaven! She collapsed too. We were spent…. Ahhhhhh……… That was the best fuck of my life! And I knew I could get more, so much more!

Once we got to the mall, I was very proud to walk through the middle of it with Lucy at my side. She was becoming ‘MY” Trophy Bride, and not her husbands. She was under my tutelage. She was my ‘student’ doing anything I asked. She was at my beck and call. Her tits were jiggling within her tight halter top, her skirt was swishing and whipping up and down too. She couldn’t help it what with her nice wide hips swaying and the way she wiggled them naturally as she walked. She was a walking sex bomb, a hot piece of ass, a vixen, a seductrice….and she was all mine!

At the far end of the mall, down by where some of the stores had already gone out of business, was where we found the sex shop. It was called “The Pink Shop” to try to sound cute and legitimate, but it was a sex apparel store. It sure had pink stuff in it though, but it also had lots of black leather and all sorts of hot lingerie and tight, overly tight, titty tops to wear. And then boy, oh boy, did it have toys. Dildos, plugs, whips, cuffs, collars, bracelets, all sorts of stuff. And we had her husbands credit card. It was perfect. I loved it!

So, I had her try on top after top after top. I’m a tit-man, remember? And I also had her try some very short tight skirts, panties and g-strings too. Finally, when we had a pile of stuff ready to buy, I brought a couple of toys into the changing room that I wanted her to use right away. Of course, I had quite a few other toys for us to buy and use later.

I asked Lucy to stand up and then I slid her cute pink lace panties halfway down to her knees. I couldn’t help letting my greedy fingers to slide into her cute little pussy again. Sure enough, she was getting moist again down there what with all the trying of things on and off and the general excitement of the store she was in. A store she would never have visited in the past. I then slid a pretty rubber dildo right up inside her cunny. She felt filled up with the tight fit and was beginning to really like that sensation. It had a little clitty stimulator that curved out at the top and rested tightly up against her little love button, her little clitty. I got it to fit nice and snug and gave it a few extra wiggles, just for fun. I know she liked the feeling by the look in her eyes. I then asked her to turn around and touch her toes. Of course, she complied. She was under my training after all, right?

I squirted some lube onto my hand and got her virgin asshole nice and slick. Lucy had never felt any sensations down there so she was a bit surprised, but she didn’t’ even resist. She then felt me slowly slide one finger into her virgin butt hole. I felt nasty and was treading on ground I had never ventured into before. Once she was nice and slicked up with my lube, I slid an evil little nasty black butt plug up into her puckered opening. She had no idea what was going on, but it didn’t particularly hurt or anything, it just felt very different. She felt completely filled up. The plug was nice and fat, almost like my cock, and I knew it was going to provide stimulation to her she had never felt before. Both of these toys were remote control operated, and I had the controls. Ha, ha! I wanted to send her off to heaven. I wanted to train her well and to fuck her in all of her holes, and I was determined to do so, over and over!

I then asked her to stand back up and I slid her panties back up, nice and tight, to keep everything in place. I told her, “Lucy, do you feel all nice and full now? Do you like these sensations? I’ll bet you do. Nothing feels better, right?” Lucy wasn’t sure what she was feeling but she sure did feel filled up, full, tight and cozy.

“Umm, this feels a bit, well…” trying to say something nice, “Ummm it feels really different Sam. I’m…uh, I’m not so sure I need to do all this to be a Trophy Bride, do I?” she asked.

“Oh for sure Lucy. A real Trophy Bride loves toys. She loves to get herself all hot and to even show herself off to other guys. A real Trophy Bride even masturbates when there is no guy around, just to get herself ready for her man. Toys like this get your body all ready for the great sex you will be able to offer to your one and only, to your husband. These are great toys for training you Lucy.”

“These toys will make you feel very nice I promise you. They will make you feel excited like you never have before. I’ll even bet that passersby will notice how excited you are. That will make you look even more sexy, more attractive, than you are. A woman who is feeling all sexy and hot automatically attracts guys and you want to attract all the guys you can so your husband will feel proud of you, right?”

Still a bit conflicted inside, she said, “Right. Ummm, OK. I’m sure you’re right. It must be just me who is naïve. I just don’t know enough how to be a great Trophy Bride. I hope your training works well for me. I’ll try, OK?”

I was overjoyed with her response. She had completely fallen into my trap and was fighting off her basic instincts. Her instincts to be a refined, conservative wife. She had no idea how hard it would be to leave the mall once I turned on those vibrating toys. I was feeling very devious. I was particularly looking forward to how that butt plug would be the perfect way to prepare her for some great anal sex. I was dying to try that out since I’d only read about it in books but the very idea of a really tight hole with a gorgeous fantastic body excited me no end!

I then grabbed her white cheerleader halter top and ripped it open. The buttons flew in every direction, but it was still tied in a knot at her waist, just above her belly button. I then pulled the lapels back closed as best I could but her full cleavage in between her breasts was on display. She now had the deepest cleavage you could walk around with and not get arrested. Her nipples were barely hidden but parts of her areola were exposed and that looked hot as hell! If she walked really slowly, with short little baby steps, she might have a chance of keeping the lapels of her blouse closed enough to conceal her nipples. In fact, with all my toys shoved deep inside of her, she automatically kept her knees together which only made her hips swing even more, threatening to fling her blouse open.

“Let’s pay up, and head to the park, OK?” I asked.

And so she walked with me, very carefully up to the checkout and paid for everything. She was a bit nervous with all these new toys filling up her every cavity. She wanted to keep her blouse closed but also not let her toys slide out of her. Her panties would do that job, but she didn’t realize that. She was very cautious and the mere act of walking caused her legs to push against her dildo which, in turn, pushed against her clitty with every step she took. She was beginning to feel even wetter. I was such a devil!

“OK Lucy, let’s go to the car. I can carry the bags. I don’t want to burden you, you’re such a pretty thing.” After she took a couple steps outside of the store, I turned her butt plug onto a very low vibration setting. That made her jerk a bit forward as if she was trying to escape this invader that was shoved deep up her ass. Sure enough, that flipped one of the lapels on her blouse open and her whole left breast was left fully exposed!

“Careful there Lucy” I said, as I pulled her blouse back closed right. I was sure at least one passer-by had witnessed her exposure, but I adjusted her fairly quickly.

“Are you OK Lucy? Can you walk alright? You need to learn to master this if you want to be real Trophy Bride, OK?”

“Umm, sure Sam” she said with a slightly trembling voice. “I can do this.” she said with all the courage she could muster.

After we had walked about fifty feet I turned her dildo on to the lowest possible setting. Lucy stopped and jerked backwards a bit. Her eyes opened quite wide with alarm. I whispered into her ear, “Does that feel good Lucy? I’ll bet it does. I’ll bet you really like these sensations your feeling. A gently massage down in your special spots is the best way to enjoy the day, right?” What an asshole I was.

Lucy continued to walk straight ahead, albeit with the shortest possible steps. She was feeling flushed and stimulated. She could feel heat in her pussy. She wanted to get out of the mall and rip those toys out and have me fuck her. That’s what her unconscious mind was saying. She tried walking faster, but that only added to her clitty stimulation.

“It’s ok Lucy. We just have to get passed another half dozen stores or so and then we can go outside into my car.” After we got halfway to the exit, I turned her butt plug up to a more medium setting. Lucy jerked her ass forward again, instinctively trying to evade the intruder inside her body. But that was an impossible task because it was trapped inside of her, filling her up to the fullest. It was vibrating and shaking and her muscles were clamping down on it instinctively. She didn’t know what to do other than to concentrate and try to walk straight with small little steps. Straight out towards the doors.

Lucy was getting really close now, with only another two stores to pass when I turned her dildo up to a medium setting too. Lucy jerked again, but this time jerking her ass backwards which only thrust her chest out forwards. Feeling both devices humming and vibrating inside her special private places, her blouse lapel flipped open on the right side and one of her full breasts was completely exposed. This time I left her like that and admired the view. She was SO fucking HOT and I knew she was beginning to drip inside!

Lucy’s hand reached up and pulled her shirt back closed to cover her breast, her puffy love cushions. They were not meant to be displayed to everyone on earth for Pete’s sake. All of this felt very unusual to her, but she completely believed in me and was sure that it was all for her own good.

Lucy picked up her pace heading towards the mall exit doors. I then turned her butt plug up to even higher speed and her ass jerked forwards again, as if she was trying to escape it. She almost lost her balance and the other lapel of her blouse flipped open exposing her other delicious boob.

Holding the door to the mall open I said, “Let’s go Lucy” and she scurried past me with one breast completely exposed, one hand holding her blouse closed on one side, her butt plug humming and vibrating away in her dark love tunnel while the dildo, also vibrating away, was stimulating her clitty so much she wasn’t even sure where she was, or where she was going.

Once outside I turned her dildo up to full speed. Its vibrations to her clitty were sending her to the moon! Lucy stopped in her tracks and grabbed my by the shoulders releasing the lapel of her blouse. It fell completely open but her chest was thrust into mine as her arms grabbed me and held me, both for her balance as well as her modesty. I squeezed her affectionately and then slid my leg up against her crotch, right into the dildo captured there. The extra pressure on her clitty and all the vibrations going everywhere in her body were finally too much and she succumbe to an intense orgasm, right in my arms. She screamed a muffled quiet little scream but her eyes were rolling around in her head. She was panting, feeling faint and was almost delirious with joy, her cunny dripping and throbbing, she lost all control. Her head rested on my chest. My nice little Trophy Bride. Now to get her home!!!