The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Savannah Richmond was horny.

That was hardly surprising. After all, with the night she’d just had, with dream after erotic dream, with each dream being more graphic than the one which preceded it, why shouldn’t she be horny.

If she’d thought about it, she might have asked herself why it was that she was having these dreams and why it was she hadn’t had them before, but the truth was she never bothered to ask herself that. She just accepted them for what they were.

Savannah thought about what was on her calendar for work and was a bit surprised that she couldn’t recall that. She was usually on top of things like that, and yet this time, she couldn’t seem to bring her schedule to her mind.

Of course, maybe that was because she wanted to be fucked, she told herself. Maybe that was it.

For the moment at least, she chastised herself for being so single-mindedly focused on sex, but it was only for a moment and then that thought had passed. She stood in front of the mirror in her bathroom and she played with her tits. Why shouldn’t she be focused on sex, she told herself. After all, with a body like this one, of course that was what she was going to want.

Savannah Richmond wasn’t the only ones admiring her tits that morning. In a different bathroom not that far away, Charlotte Montgomery was looking at herself in the mirror and her hands were teasing her tits.

It was funny, she thought, but she’d never given her titties much thought. Heck, she’d never even thought to call them titties. They’d always been breasts. Never tits. Just breasts, but that sounded so ... so clinical.

And besides, titties just sounded so much more fun like something you wanted to play with, and now that she thought about it, she did like it when guys played with her titties.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked different and it wasn’t just her titties although they were different. Yesterday, they’d been nice and jiggly but on this day, her titties were nice and full and firm just like ... just like a young girl’s titties would be.

And that wasn’t all. Her nipples were nice and big and puffy. She liked playing with her nipples. It was almost as if ... it was almost as if she could make herself cum just from playing with her nipples, and she realized she did want to make herself cum.

But she couldn’t do that, she told herself. Still, it was fun to play with her firm, young titties.

It wasn’t just her titties though. They weren’t the only things that had changed. They weren’t the only part of her body that had gotten younger. In fact, she would have been hard pressed to find a part of her body that had not been changed.

It seemed as if overnight, her face had lost much of the weariness that she’d been feeling ever since the divorce but it was more than that. Her lines were gone and her mouth seemed to have an almost perpetual grin to it that might have looked goofy if it weren’t so cute looking.

And her body ...

Her body was all nice and tight. Over the years, her body had gained excess curves and lines where those curves and lines hadn’t existed before, but overnight, it seemed, her body had reverted to a much earlier version of herself, but had it really? She turned her body to look at her back and sure enough, the scar on her back, the one she’d gotten years ago, the one that kept her from wearing bikinis, that scar was gone.

She really did look like a much younger version of herself. Long and leggy with a nice ass and young, firm tits, she really did look like the type of a person that could not be overlooked.

Savannah Richmond’s horniness hadn’t abated in the least by the time she reached her local Starbucks.

The girl at the counter greeted her with what appeared to be a highly overabundant amount of enthusiasm. “How are we this morning,” she happily chirped.

“I’m fine,” Savannah muttered. By her way of looking at it, no one deserved to be that happy that early in the morning.

“What can I get for you this morning?” the salesgirl asked.

Stupid girl, Savannah thought. Didn’t she know she came in here every morning? Didn’t she realize that she ordered the same thing almost every morning? Shouldn’t she know what she wanted.

“Ma’am?”

“Mocha frapucchino.”

“Of course, ma’am. I’ll ring you up over here.”

Of course you will, Savannah thought. What else would a slut like you do, after all.

Damn, why was she thinking things like that, Savannah asked herself. She hardly knew the girl. Sure, she stopped in here almost every day but it wasn’t like she knew her. Not really. It was just that ...

It was just that she seemed to be horny all the time now. That was it, Savannah thought as she took her coffee. She was horny all the time. She couldn’t wait to get to work and to find some guy to satisfy her needs.

Her new body really did deserve a new name, Charlotte thought. After all, Charlotte just sounded so old fashioned.

It was weird, Charlotte thought. It was weird how easily she’d come to accept what had happened to her body. Stuff like this, it wasn’t supposed to happen ... and yet it had.

There was a part of her that kept telling herself that this was wrong but she didn’t want to listen to that part of herself. She liked the way she was now and she didn’t care how whatever had happened had happened. She’d changed and she was perfectly happy to stay like she now was.

Which brought her back to what she’d been thinking as she drove into work. A body like hers needed a new name.

There was always Charlie, of course, but there were other choices as well.

She could call herself Charlize like Charlize Theron, but she didn’t think of herself that way. She was more down to earth than that.

How about Carly. She wasn’t sure if that was short for Charlotte or not, but she like the sound of that.

She could call herself Lotta as in Lotta likes lots of cock. Charlotte had to giggle at that. She did want lots of cock but she didn’t want to call herself Lotta.

Which brought her right back around to ...

Charlie was a great name and even as she thought it, she wondered how she could have considered calling herself anything else.

Savannah couldn’t help it. As she sat there waiting for the light to change, she let a hand slide up under her skirt and she let her fingers play with her pussy. “Unnhh,” she moaned. That’s what she needed. She needed a cock.

She sipped at her coffee as her fingers played with herself. It seemed as if she were horny all the time these days.

She wasn’t, of course. That was what she tried to tell herself. She wasn’t horny all the time, but she had a hard time convincing herself of that.

She shuddered as her fingers found her clit. Oh God, she really wanted to play with her tits but she couldn’t. She was out in public. Someone might see.

Her tits were bigger now.

She wasn’t sure when she’d figured that out. She just had.

Her tits were bigger now, and that meant they needed more attention.

Oh God. She needed to play with her tits but the guy in the car next to her, she knew he was watching so she couldn’t do that.

On the other hand, why the hell not. After all, it wasn’t like she knew the guy. What did she care if he saw her play with her tits.

But she wasn’t going to do it, Savannah told herself. After all, why should she give him a cheap thrill.

On the other hand, why the heck not. If she did what she did because of him, wasn’t she in a way letting him control her, and Savannah didn’t want anyone to have that power.

Savannah wasn’t about to give anyone else that kind of control over her so without giving it another thought, she let one hand play with her tits even as the other one continued to play between her legs.

She ignored the man in the next car over. She knew she was giving him a cheap thrill but she didn’t care. The important thing was to make herself cum before the light turned green.

She rubbed her pussy faster. She rubbed herself harder.

Mmm. She was wet. She was so fucking wet.

Faster. Harder. Oh yeah. Harder.

Savannah gasped as her body shuddered even as the light turned green in front of her. “And that’s how you do that,” she smugly said to herself even as she let her car begin to roll.

She was going to be late, Charlie told herself. She was going to be late unless ... unless the light changed in front of her right now.

A break, she thought as the light turned green and suddenly Charlie gunned the motor and her car leapt forward. She might still make it, she kept telling herself. She might still make it.

The clock on the dashboard showed 7:58 when she finally left the car. The pavement was wet as she ran across the parking lot and darted into the building.

Allison, the receptionist, was just setting up shop as Charlie raced into the lobby. “Hey, Charlie,” she said.

Charlie paused for a moment. “I know. I’m late,” she said.

“Not yet, you’re not,” said Allison with a grin. “Take it easy.”

“I can’t,” Charlie gasped breathlessly and for just a moment, she wondered how it was that Allison knew her name when she’d only just changed ... changed ... changed what? Darn it, Charlie told herself. She hated it when she forgot things.

But already, Charlie was on her way. The Engineering Department wasn’t all that far away from the lobby.

Penny Franklin looked up as Charlie approached. “I thought for a moment there you were going to be late,” the woman said.

“I know,” Charlie said breathlessly. “The traffic was totally out of this world.”

“And yet I made it here on time,” the other woman said. “You need to plan it better. That way, you’re not always running right on the edge all the time.”

Charlie nodded at the Department Secretary. Sometimes, her boss could be so hard to read. She was smiling a little but her voice didn’t seem all that reassuring. “I know,” the girl said again. “It won’t happen again.”

“Relax,” said Mrs. Franklin. “You weren’t really late, you know.”

“I know,” Charlie said, and for a moment, it seemed almost as if their roles should have been reversed. It was as if she should have been the department secretary.

Charlie had to grin at that. Her, the department secretary. That was just so funny. After all, she was only twenty years old. Who’d hire a kid like her to be the department secretary.

“Mr. Hopkins wanted you to stop by when you got in this morning,” Mrs. Franklin reminded her subordinate.

“I know,” Charlie said. “I haven’t forgotten.”

“Well, you better get to it then.”

“I know. I know.”

Savannah Richmond was still finishing her coffee when the phone rang. She glared at it, wondering if it was worth the effort to answer it. She was busty ... she was busy, not busty, busy ... well, now that she’d thought about it, she was busty, too, but she was busy, she tried to tell herself, but she knew that was a lie.

She was horny. That was closer to the truth, but it wasn’t really an answer as to why she shouldn’t answer the phone.

Savannah sighed and she picked up the phone. “This is Savannah,” she said.

“Ms. Richmond. This is Francine Ho in Human Relations. I was wondering if you come up to my office and talk to me.”

Savannah sighed. Just what she needed. To go have a chat with someone in HR when she had work to do.

“Ms. Richmond?”

“Yes?”

“Can you come to my office?”

Savannah sighed. “When,” she asked with resignation.

“As soon as possible.”

Uh oh. That didn’t sound at all good, especially the way the woman in HR said it. She supposed she could put it off, but really, what good would that do?

“Ms. Richmond?”

“I can come up there now, if you like.”

“I think that would be the best,” said the woman on the other end of the line. “So we’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“Sure,” Savannah agreed. “In a few minutes.”

“All right. “We’ll see you then.”

Charlie stepped out onto the loading dock and she looked for the foreman. “Hey, Mr. Hopkins,” she said. “You wanted to see me?”

“Charlie,” the man said. “I’m glad you could stop by.”

“Well you said you wanted to see me,” the girl said.

“I know, and you’re always such a conscientious girl, aren’t you?”

He noticed. Charlie felt a surge of pride. She knew she liked it when people noticed her. “I try to be,” she said. “I try to be conscientious.”

“I know,” the man said, “and the boys know, too. That’s why they asked me to have you stop by.”

Charlie was looking at the other guys on the dock. “You guys wanted to see me?” she asked. “What for? Why did you guys want to see me?”

The guys looked at her and then they looked at one another and then they looked rather uneasily back at Charlie.

“I think what the boys are trying to say,” said Mr. Hopkins, “is that they you’re kind of cute.”

“Oh, you guys, that’s so sweet.”

Mr. Hopkins shook his head. “I’m afraid you don’t understand.”

Charlie looked from Mr. Hopkins to the other men on the loading dock. “Yes?” she asked.

“I think what they’re trying to say,” said the men’s boss, “is that they’d like to get to know you better.”

“Oh. Okay. Like how?”

“I think what the men are trying to say is that they’d like to be more intimate with you, if you know what I mean.”

“Intimate?”

“Oh geez,” said a man named Cal. “What he’s trying to say is we want to have sex with you.”

“You want to have sex with me,” said Charlie. “Well, why didn’t you just say so?”

“You mean you’re okay with that?”

“Sure. Why not. I love it when guys look at my body. Do you guys want to see my titties?”

The men looked at one another and then they looked back at Charlie. “What?” asked Cal. “Do you mean you’re okay with that?”

“Of course I am, silly. I love it when guys look at my titties. Here. Let me show you,” and with that, Charlie pulled up her top so the men could look at her tits.

The men just stared at her tits. “Wow,” said Cal and it seemed as if the others were in complete agreement with him.

Francine Ho looked up when Savannah rapped on her door. She was a petite, young Asian woman with short, black hair. “Ms. Richmond,” she said. “It’s good to see you. Won’t you come in and if you could, would you close the door, please.”

Close the door, Savannah thought. That was never a good thing when you were asked to close the door but she did as she was told.

“Have a seat,” the HR woman told her.

Again, Savannah did as she was told.

“I have to tell you why we’re having this conversation,” the HR woman said. “We’ve received a report of sexual harassment against you and so, we must investigate.”

“I understand.”

“The first question is do you have any relationships with people at work that we need to know about, and by that, I mean outside work relationships and specifically, intimate relationships.”

“Intimate relationships? No.”

“How about any other relationships?”

“Other relationships? No. I don’t meet anyone from the job outside of here,” although, Savannah thought, that question about intimate relationships had stirred something in her.

“That’s good to hear, Ms. Richmond, because sometimes, we take our work home with us, so to speak, and what happens off the job can end up affecting what happens on the job.”

Savannah nodded. She wasn’t sure just what exactly this woman was talking about but what she did know was her pussy needed attention.

“So we’ve dealt with relationships outside the workplace. How about relationships in the workplace, and again, I’ll remind you that we’re talking about intimate relationships, and specifically, sexual relationships.”

Savannah shifted nervously in her seat. All this talk about sexual relationships was making her horny. Well actually, truth be told, she seemed to be horny all the time, so really, this like of questioning was just making her hornier than usual.

“Ms. Richmond?”

“What?”

“We were talking about intimate relationships at work.”

“Yeah.” This was becoming tedious, and besides, she really did need to have her pussy taken care of.

“Ms. Richmond.”

“I know what I’d like.”

“What?”

“I’d like you to come on over here and I’d like you to eat my pussy.”

Oh crap, Savannah thought. Why had she said that. She hadn’t meant to say it. Well, maybe she had in a way. She’d certainly been thinking it, but this so definitely the wrong thing to say.

But the Francine Ho didn’t seem to think it was the wrong thing to say. She got up out of her chair and she came around her desk. “So you want me to lick your pussy, do you,” she purred.

Savannah nodded.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I had you close my door then, isn’t it?”

Again, Savannah nodded. Savannah stood. “So you wanted to know about any intimate relationships that I might have here at work,” she said.

Francine nodded.

Savannah opened her skirt and then she let it fall to her feet.

“Well, I think you’re about to be a part of one of them right now,” Savannah said even as she pushed down her panties and sat back down in the chair. She spread her legs and she pointed at her pussy. “I think you need to get your mouth down there right now.”

Francine didn’t say anything. Instead, she just let herself fall between the other woman’s legs and in moments, she had her tongue on Savannah’s pussy.

“Oh yeah,” Savannah moaned. She hadn’t really thought of herself as being into girls but as turned on as her pussy was, well hell, it didn’t really matter what she was into or not. What mattered was getting her pussy taken care of. She wrapped a hand in the other woman’s hair and she forced her even more roughly between her legs. “That’s it,” she moaned. “Eat it. Eat my pussy.”

Francine wasn’t going anywhere and that meant her tongue wasn’t going anywhere either. Savannah couldn’t help but moan as the woman ate her out and she couldn’t help but wonder if this wasn’t the first pussy that Francine had ever eaten but she wasn’t about to ask her. Maybe later, but not now, not when her tongue was so close to getting her off, not when ... when ...

“Oh fuck,” she moaned and then she did it again. She could feel her pussy responding to the other woman’s tongue. Oh fuck, she was going to cum. She was going to cum so fucking hard.

“Unnhh. Unnhh. Unnhh.”

Charlie groaned as Will fucked her from behind of at least Charlie thought it was Will, but she couldn’t be sure.

“God damn, Charlie. If we knew you were going to be like this,” said Cal, “we would have invited you down here sooner.”

“I ... uh ... uh ... I wish you had,” Charlie moaned and yet even as she said it, she had the feeling that there was something wrong with this, that she wasn’t really a twenty-year-old intern who was working her very first job.

“Oh God,” the man groaned. “Oh God.”

“Are you ... are you going to cum,” Charlie moaned. “I hope so because I want you to cum in me.”

“Oh fuck, the man groaned and then with just a grunt, he answered the girl’s question.

“Oh yeah,” Charlie moaned. “Oh yeah. That feels so good. Cum in my pussy. Oh fuck, it’s so good.”

Savannah twisted her hand in the HR woman’s hair and she pulled her from between her legs. “You lick a pretty good pussy. Did you know that? But you know what I really need is a nice, hard cock.

“You got that cute guy working here, don’t you? You know the one. The one the girls all talk about. Brent Samuels?”

“Brent works for us,” Francine said.

“Get him in here,” Savannah ordered.

There was never any doubt that Francine was going to do exactly what she was told to do. Savannah just knew it was going to be done.

“All right.” Francine reached for her phone and she punched in a number and after a moment, someone answered.

“Brent,” she said. “I need you to come down to my office.”

“No, right now,” Francine said even as she looked to Savannah for confirmation.

“Okay. A couple of minutes. Okay. We’ll see you then. Okay.”

Francine turned her attention back to Savannah. “He’ll be here in a couple of minutes.”

“I kind of gathered as much. I suppose we might as well make ourselves productive while we wait.”

Francine looked questioningly at the other woman.

“Why don’t you take your clothes off for me.”

For a moment, it seemed as if the Asian woman was going to object, but then her face cleared and she simply said, “All right,” as she stood and started to remove her clothes and even as she was doing that, Savannah slipped off her blouse and then her bra.

“Now, while we wait, why don’t you come down here and show me what you like about my tits.”

Once more, the HR woman seemed to pause, if only for a moment and then she was leaning down, kissing Savannah’s mouth and her neck as she let her kisses fall all the way down to the other woman’s breasts.

“Mmm,” Savannah moaned. “Yeah. Mmm.”

There was a knock at the door and Francine looked up from what she was doing.

“Don’t just sit thee,” Savannah admonished her. “Invite him in.”

“Come in.”

The door opened and an obviously startled Brent Samuels stood there in the entrance. “What the—”

“Come on in,” Savannah said. “We were just waiting for you.”

“I don’t understand,” the man said, and yet even as he said it, he steped into the room.

“You can close the door,” Savannah said. “We don’t want anyone else to see.”

The man closed the door.

“I’ll bet this excites you, doesn’t it, seeing Francine here licking my tits. I’ll bet the more you see, the hotter you get so tell me, Brent, are you getting hotter?”

“I ... I ... I,” the man stammered.

“Say yes,” Savannah said.

“Yes.”

“Tell me it’s making you hotter.”

“It’s making me hotter,” Brent said.

“Yeah,” Savannah moaned. “Why don’t you show me. Take down your pants and show me how hot this is making you.”

The man didn’t hesitate. In a moment, he was opening his belt and then he was taking down his slacks and his underwear.

This was making her so hot, Savannah told herself. She’d always thought of herself as a career woman. Getting ahead was important to her, or at least it had been, but now, well now, there was that cock to be dealt with and there was still Francine licking at her tits, and her body just seemed to be so perpetually horny.

This was wrong, she told herself, but she couldn’t seem to make herself believe it. How could it be wrong to do what she really wanted to do, and besides, it made her feel good.

No, she whimpered to herself. No, it was wrong.

No, it wasn’t. It was right. It was right because it felt so good. It was so right.

“I ... no,” the woman stammered.

“You want to get your pussy licked,” Savannah said again. “You want to get your pussy licked by me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“I want you to lick my pussy.”

Savannah looked at Brent and winked. “It looks like today’s your lucky day, and it looks like it’s my lucky day, too,” and then Savannah turned her attention back on Francine. “Lie down across your desk,” she told the woman. “Lie down on your desk and let your legs hang over the edge.”

The woman did exactly what Savannah wanted her to do.

Savannah looked over at Brent. “I think you know what to do without me having to tell you, don’t you,” and Brent nodded as Savannah got out of her chair and bent over the other woman’s pussy and even as Francine started to moan, Savannah felt the man coming up behind her and that’s when she felt it, the feel of the man’s cock as it worked its way between her legs.

“Oh yeah,” Savannah moaned and then she moaned again before her mouth once more went after Francine’s tiny, little pussy. Oh yeah, she thought to herself. Oh yeah. She loved getting fucked. In fact, it was the only thing that really mattered, and if people just seemed to do whatever she wanted them to do, so much the better.

She liked it when people did what she wanted them to do.

Charlie was riding Collin’s cock even as Glen fucked her from behind. “Oh my God,” she moaned. “Oh my God. You guys really like me.”

Neither man said much of anything which was hardly surprising. After all, these were the last two men of Lou Hopkins’ team that were still active. The others, including Lou himself, had long since succumbed to Charlie’s seemingly endless supply of sexual energy.

“Oh God, Collin,” the girl moaned. “Oh God, baby. I know you’re close and I want you to do it. I want you to cum inside my pussy.”

The man groaned because they both knew it wasn’t really up to him anymore.

And all the while, there was Glen behind her, his hands on her ass even as he worked his cock inside her.

“Fuck,” the girl moaned. “Fuck me.”

Collin groaned and then he groaned once more and that’s when Charlie felt it, the feel of his cock as he filled her up with cum and Charlie couldn’t help but moan. She loved it when guys came inside her.

Charlie couldn’t help but groan as Glen’s cock continued to fuck her. Oh geez, she told herself. Oh geez. She had a body that was built for sex, and fortunately for her, that was exactly the way everyone else saw her, too.

Oh yeah, Charlie thought. Oh yeah. That was it. Fuck me in the ass.

Oh God. She loved getting fucked. She loved pleasing people. She loved it that people saw her for what she was. Oh geez!

Glen was cumming in her butt and she loved it.

She loved getting fucked. She loved pleasing people, but most of all, she just loved it that people saw her for what she was.

The man in the red suit sat before his fire. His boots were off in the corner and his coat was open as he sipped his drink.

Two women, he’d mused to himself. One had said she just wanted to please people but he knew what she really wanted. She’d felt alone and invisible, especially since the departure of her husband. Well, she wouldn’t be alone anymore and she’d never be invisible. Not anymore. And as for pleasing people, she’d be doing that for the rest of her life.

The man took another sip from his drink.

The other woman was a little different. She’d said she’d wanted to fuck but the man in red had seen right through that. That wasn’t what she’d really wanted. What she’d wanted was to control people. Well, she was going to get to do both now. All she wanted to do was to fuck and as time went on, those feelings would only grow deeper and deeper. She wouldn’t ever realize it for what it was but no man was ever going to say no to her amorous advances.

The man in the red suit took another sip from his mug.

It was a job well done, he congratulated himself. It was a job very well done.