The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Savannah Richmond was in a hurry.

That, in and of itself was hardly news. After all, Savannah Richmond wanted to get ahead and getting ahead meant getting there first so of course, Savannah Richmond was in a hurry.

What was unusual was that the reason she was in a hurry was her own fault.

It was weird, she thought, but it was almost as if this whole morning long, she’d been running a step behind, and the weird thing was she couldn’t seem to figure out why that was.

She dropped her keys in her purse and she put her coffee down before slipping into her office chair. She powered up her laptop and watched as the computer ran through its diagnostics. Savannah nodded to herself as she logged herself in. Now, she told herself, now, she could get herself back on track.

She took a drink from her coffee as she looked at her emails but she realized she wasn’t really looking at her emails. She was thinking of the party the day before.

She was thinking of Derek.

In spite of herself, she was thinking that the party had been fun.

She let her hand slide her skirt up just a little, and then up a little more. She knew what she was doing, but she just couldn’t stop herself, and besides, she told herself, who’d really know what she was doing.

She fought back the urge to moan as her hand pressed her panties against her hot, little clitty.

Of course, she thought to herself as her fingers worked her pussy, having other people know what she was doing, that wasn’t necessarily such a bad thing after all, was it?

Charlotte Montgomery felt like she was on display.

She wasn’t even sure why she was on display. She just felt like she was.

Of course, it hadn’t started that way. That morning had been bad for her. Almost from the moment that she’d awoken, the events of the day before came crashing down on her. She’d sucked Arnie Aronsen’s cock, for Christ’s sake. There was a part of her that fully expected her boss to call her into his office as soon as she arrived at work and then she’d be summarily released.

But that hadn’t happened. It seemed as if Arnie Aronsen had been just as embarrassed as she was about the matter and since neither one of them was saying anything, it seemed as if she was going to be able to retain her job.

But that wasn’t why she felt like she was on display. In fact, the more she thought about it, when she thought about it at all, the more she came to the conclusion that she had no idea why she felt like she was on display.

It was just that she liked to please people and somehow, that made her want to feel like she was on display even more.

What the hell was she doing, Savannah asked herself. She was supposed to be working, damn it and yet here she was, working her fingers between her legs. Damn it, she had to stop.

Reluctantly, she pulled her hand back and she turned her attention back to her computer.

This time, she really did open her email and this time, she really did settle into her work. Damn it, she told herself. Bob had just sent her another email saying that his guys were going to be a couple of days late on their delivery, and after she’d gone through all that effort to tell him just how important it was that he commit to the schedule that she had wanted from him.

Okay, he hadn’t agreed at first but with a little pushing from Savannah, he had finally agreed to the schedule.

Okay, so she was going to have to go talk with Bob. This was just plain unacceptable but before she did that, she’d have to take care of some other matters first.

“Hey, Ms. Montgomery.”

“Hey, Jeff.”

“I was wondering if we had any three-hole punches.”

“Did you check the supply cabinet?”

“Of course.”

The standard answer was if it wasn’t in the supply cabinet, then they didn’t have it, but that day, the standard answer didn’t seem good enough. “I suppose we should go take a second look then, just to make sure. What do you think?”

“I guess,” said the young engineer.

As the department secretary walked the man over to the supply cabinet, she couldn’t help thinking that she was sure they didn’t have a three-hole punch. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more sure she became. She couldn’t recall ordering anything like that so why was she acting as if she had?

Charlotte opened the door to the cabinet and she peered inside. “If we had something, it would be in here,” she said.

“Uh huh.”

Charlotte really wasn’t looking anymore. She was sure there wasn’t a three-hole punch in here, but she had the distinct impression that the boy was looking at something else. “I guess we’re going to have to order one,” she said.

“Okay.”

“We can go back to my desk and do that.”

“Um, okay.”

But Charlotte made no move to stand back up. Instead, she looked back at the young man. “What are you doing back there?” she asked. “Are you staring at my ass?”

“Um, no,” the boy stammered. “I mean, I wouldn’t.”

“It’s okay,” Charlotte said. “I like it when guys stare at my ass.” Now why the hell had she just said that, Charlotte wondered.

God, he really was looking at her, Charlotte thought. Did he ... did he really want her ... and why was that thought turning her on.

She wiggled her butt at the boy. Why was she doing this, Charlotte asked herself, and yet she couldn’t stop herself from doing it.

She looked back over her shoulder at the boy. “Do you see anything you like back there?”

There was no doubt about it. The boy was definitely looking at her butt.

“You can pull my skirt up,” Charlotte said.

Oh my God. She couldn’t believe she was doing this and what was more, she couldn’t believe how the boy was actually responding to her requests.

Bob was on the phone when Savannah strode into his office. She wasn’t sure why but for some reason, it irritated her that he had the audacity to be on the phone when she was coming here to talk to him.

Whoa, she thought to herself. Where had that come from?

Wherever it had come from, it felt good.

Bob motioned Savannah to take a seat as he went on with his conversation.

Savannah did as she’d been requested to do although there was a part of that chafed at doing even that. She wasn’t sure why but for some reason, she just found herself hating even the thought of being told what to do.

Finally, Bob was done with his conversation. He hung up the phone and he turned his attention to Savannah. “Hey, Savannah,” he said. “What can I do for you?”

“I got your email,” Savannah said. “It’s totally unacceptable.”

“I told you we’d try,” the man said, “and we did, but there’s no way we can meet your schedule. It’s just too aggressive.”

“If you don’t make it, the product slips. It’s as simple as that.”

“Then it slips. I told you. We can’t do it on the schedule you want it done on.”

Savannah just stared at the man. That was easy enough for him to say. After all, it wasn’t like it was his head on the line, but the bottom line was she had to find some way to get him back on track.

“I told you,” Bob tried to remind her. “I told you when we talked that this wasn’t a definite thing. I told you we were going to try and we did what I said we’d do. We tried but we just didn’t make it.”

Savannah shook her head. He just didn’t get it. Someone needed to teach him a lesson.

Someone like her.

“What are you doing?” Bob asked.

“Shut up,” she said.

Bob stared at her like he couldn’t believe he’d just heard her say what she’d said.

God damn, Savannah thought. God damn, this was making her so damned horny.

Charlotte couldn’t help but moan as she felt Jeff’s hands stroke her panty-clad bottom. Here she was on her hands and knees here in front of the supply cabinet and here was one of the young engineers stroking her bottom. Oh man. She loved that. She really did.

Oh yeah, there was his hand sliding between her legs and pushing her panties against her pussy. She wondered if he could tell how wet she was. She hoped he knew because she wanted him to know. She wanted him to know how wet she was.

Jeff’s hands were sliding upward and then he was pulling at the waistband of her panties. Oh yeah, Charlotte thought. Oh yeah, do it.

And he was doing it. He was pulling the waistband of her panties down. He was pulling her panties down past her plump ass.

“Oh yeah,” Charlotte moaned. “Oh yeah. Do it.”

Her panties were down around her knees and now Jeff’s hands were back again and this time, there was nothing between them and her skin. She moaned as she felt the young man’s hands squeeze her butt and she moaned even louder as she felt his fingers slide between her legs. “I want you to fuck me,” she moaned. “I want you to fuck me.”

“W-what?”

Oh God. Didn’t he get it? Couldn’t he tell how horny she was. “I want you to fuck me,” she moaned again. “I want you to fuck me.”

“I don’t know if I should, Ms. Montgomery.”

“Why the hell not,” Charlotte moaned. “You’ve come this far.”

“But I might get in trouble. I mean, what if someone catches us.”

“But look at me. I’m so ready. I need it,” the secretary moaned. “I need it now.”

“I don’t know.”

Savannah couldn’t believe how horny this all was making her. There was Bob Meyrink and he was just sitting there and he wasn’t saying a word. She got up out of her chair and she came around his desk and still the engineering manager had done nothing.

She pulled up her skirt and she perched herself on the edge of the man’s desk, making sure he had a good view all the way up between her legs. She let a hand slide between her legs. “Look at this,” she told the man even as she rubbed her panties against herself. “Look at me.”

The man looked and Savannah could feel herself get even hotter.

“Look at me,” the project manager again. “Look at me rub my pussy.”

And the man continued to watch.

“Do you want to see me play with my pussy?”

“Yes-s-s-s.”

Savannah couldn’t believe how hot this was making her. For the moment, at least, she continued to rub her panties against herself.

But it was only for a moment and then she was pulling herself up off the desk and she was pushing her panties down and then once more, she was perching herself on the man’s desk with her feet once more on the armrests of the man’s chair. “Look at me,” she said again. “Look at my pussy.”

And that was exactly what the man was doing. He was watching her play with her pussy.

“I’ll bet you want to show me what a good, little pussy licker you are, don’t you?”

The man didn’t say anything but to Savannah’s way of thinking, the lack of a no was as good as a yes.

“Come here,” she told the man. “Come here and lick my pussy.”

Bob didn’t hesitate in the least. He was sliding forward and then he was slipping his mouth between Savannah’s thighs and suddenly he had his tongue pressed up against her clit.

“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Lick my pussy.”

Oh damn. That tongue kept coming and it was making her hot. Oh damn, she loved it. She loved that tongue. She loved what that tongue was doing to her.

She couldn’t help but moan as Bob ate her out. She felt hot. She needed to ... to ...

She hardly even realized she was doing it but her fingers were starting to loosen the buttons on her blouse and then she was easing her blouse off her shoulders. “Oh yeah,” she moaned as a hand brushed across her breasts. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Eat me. Eat me there.”

The man certainly wasn’t stopping and Savannah moaned again. Oh geez, that felt good. That felt so very good.

Charlotte couldn’t help but moan as she took that cock in her pussy. She knew what she was doing was wrong but she just couldn’t stop herself. She had to let Jeff fuck her.

And besides, it had been so long since her husband had left her. Ken was such a fucking jerk.

Oh but geez, this boy ... Charlotte still had a hard time thinking of a kid who was barely more than half her age as a man ... oh but geez, this boy was fucking her so good and so hard.

Oh God. She wanted it. Deeper, she told herself. Deeper. Harder. Oh God. Deeper.

Oh God. She was going to cum. Oh God. She was going to cum, and this time at least, this time it wasn’t going to be at her own hand.

She moaned and then she moaned again. Oh God. She was doing it. She was cumming so fucking hard.

“Take your cock out.”

Bob didn’t question the order. He just sat back in his chair and he unzipped his pants and he had his cock out.

“Push your pants down,” Savannah ordered. “I want to see it all.”

Again, the man did as he was told and in no time at all, he was sitting in his office chair with his jeans and his underwear down around his ankles and his cock standing straight up.

“Stroke it,” Savannah ordered. “I want to see you stroke your cock.”

Again, Bob did as he was told and in no time at all, his hand was working its way up and down on his shaft.

“Stroke it,” Savannnah ordered, “but don’t cum. I want you to keep yourself ready for me.”

Bob was definitely stroking it.

Savannah couldn’t believe just how wet her pussy was. It took every bit of will power that she had to hold herself back, not of course, that she was going to be able to hold back for long. Of course, she didn’t want to hold back for long. In fact, there was a part of her that didn’t want to hold back at all. It was just that by making herself wait, it was going to feel that much better when she finally gave in to the inevitable.

She let her finger slide inside her pussy even as she moaned yet again. “Do you like this,” she moaned. “Do you like watching me play with my pussy?”

She already knew the answer even before Bob answered her. Of course, he liked it. Who wouldn’t like it?

“If I let you fuck me, do you promise to fuck me hard.”

“I promise,” the man said.

“And if I let you fuck me, do you promise to make me cum very hard.”

“I promise,” the man said again.

“Well, I suppose,” the woman said. “If you promise.” The man looked confused right up until the moment where Savannah stroked a finger between her legs. “If you promise, I suppose you can fuck me.”

Bob couldn’t get himself out of his chair fast enough. Savannah almost laughed at the man. With his pants down around his ankles, he almost went crashing down almost as quickly as he stood up. Clumsy oaf, the project manager thought.

Of course, with her cunt right there in front of him, it wasn’t like he had all that far to go. He just had to lean forward and slide his cock between her legs which is exactly what he did.

And Savannah couldn’t help but moan because that was exactly what he did and oh yeah, yeah, that felt good. That felt really, really good.

That was pretty much what Charlotte was thinking. That felt really, really good. She already knew she was going to cum. She just wanted to make sure Jeff came, too.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “Oh God. You’re fucking me so good.”

The boy said nothing.

“I want you to cum,” the department secretary moaned. “I want you to cum. I want you to cum in my pussy.”

Again, the boy said nothing.

“Imagine how good that’s going to feel. Imagine how good it’s going to feel to cum between my legs.”

The boy groaned and Charlotte knew he was almost there.

“I know you want to do it,” Charlotte said. “I know you want to do it so why hold back? Why not give in to what you want?”

The boy groaned but this time, there was something more. Charlotte could feel it. Oh yeah, it felt so good to have him cum between her legs.

Savannah was thinking almost the very same thing as she laid back on Bob’s desk. He was definitely cumming inside her and it definitely felt very, very good.

Charlotte was back at her desk with her panties back in place. She could still feel Jeff’s cum between her legs and she certainly felt guilty about what she was done, but there was something else as well.

She liked pleasing people. She liked making them happy. She knew what she’d done was wrong but somehow, the cum between her legs, it just felt so right.