The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The next day I had off from the bookstore, so I decided to have some good nasty fun. It was time for Stacy to continue her atonement. I called her, and had her come to the apartment Sean used as home base for his hacking, and then invited Kristine over as well. When they both arrived, I stood up and told Sean to take a moment away from the computer.

“Okay ladies, I have decided on a contest to see which one of you can go home first, and who gets to stay and help us both enjoy the rest of the afternoon.” They both looked downcast.

“Now then, Kristine, you get Sean, Stacy you get me, and whichever one of you can make us cum first, using only your mouth, gets to go home.” Kristine practically leaped forward and shoved Sean’s pants to the floor. Stacy took some time for this to register then came forward and opened mine. By the time she had my cock out, Sean was already rock hard and Kristine was working his dick like a mad woman, sucking so hard her cheeks were pulled in, then moving down to lick his balls to get him going.

Stacy was still getting used to it. She had blown guys before, but she was never what one would call enthusiastic about it. I was about half hard a minute later, and slowly reached down to take her hair in my hands, guiding her head back and forth on me. She began to get her tongue into the act. She was getting better, but this would take a while. As I began to get my hips into it, I heard Sean grunt then stiffen, and I saw Kristine do her best to keep what appeared to be the better part of a copious load of cum in her mouth. She sat back, wiped her mouth, and said “hah” to the little cheerleader who was still working me.

I could see Stacy’s shoulders slump, but she kept at it. A quick scan of her mind showed her thinking that if she got me off, I might be more gentle in whatever I had in mind for later. Good, she was learning.

I sat on the couch and let the little girl do her best at the act, and slowly, she improved. Using her tongue on the underside of my head and doing her best to coax me to orgasm with her hand. A few minutes later I came, just as Kristine walked out the door, smiling and swaying her ass as she did. She waved a small jaunty good bye to Stacy as the door closed.

Okay, it should be pretty plain that I rigged the contest. I did so for a reason. It was time for Stacy to apologize to Sean in the best way that she could. Although I had to keep in mind the happy surprise I had learned about my little blonde toy.

She had managed to keep her cherry. She had been using hand jobs and blowjobs to keep her boyfriends happy, and had so far, had managed to avoid having anyone enter her. Hell, as far as I could tell, she hadn’t even stuck a finger in there. I was planning on saving that for something special.

As I sat back on the couch, I looked at Stacy. “Now then, Stacy why don’t you tell Sean what you had in mind for him in regards to changing your grades.” I said. I could see her grimace, maybe because she could taste Diane’s pussy in her mouth again as her temper rose a notch. I wasn’t sure.

“I was going to let him do it, then set him up so my boyfriend would beat his ass before I had to repay him.” Sean looked seriously shocked at first, then pissed at the idea.

“Thank you Stacy. Sean, what do you think of that?” I asked.

“That little bitch.” he said simply.

“Good answer. Stacy is now going to repay you. Let’s adjourn to the bedroom, shall we?” All three of us moved there. “Now then, Stacy if you would be so kind as to get up on all fours on the bed.” She did so slowly with a look of a hunted animal.

“Good. Sean, you’re going to take your repayment out of her ass, literally.” He beamed at that idea. “But first, I think you need to tenderize it, so you get to give Stacy a spanking. Stacy, would you be kind enough to remove your pants.”

She did so slowly, knowing what was coming didn’t exactly help her to move any faster. She slid off her pants and panties then threw them to the floor, and then resumed her position on all fours on the bed.

Sean stepped forward with a look of glee on his face and slapped her ass hard. Stacy gasped and winced, and he did the same on her other cheek. Slowly, Sean got into the act more and more, working her butt like a prizefighter working a speed bag. By the time he was tired, she was crying. He sat back with a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead.

“Very good Sean. Did you enjoy that?”

“Oh, you have no idea.” He said looking down at the prostrate girl.

“Good, you’ll like this even more. Did Kristine leave a tube of that stuff she uses when you....enjoy yourself with her?”

He got the idea instantly. “Oh yes, she did. Am I going to?”

“Yes you are.”

He practically leaped to the nightstand and got out the tube of lubricant and began liberally applying it to his cock. While he did that, I touched Stacy’s mind again. “You’re going to find this act amazingly arousing, and you’re going to cum all the way through it.” She shook her head at the command but I could feel her arousal jumping when Sean moved behind her and put his cock at the entrance to her sphincter. He pushed forward, meeting some initial resistance, and then slid into her deeply as she gasped and squeaked at the intrusion.

I sat back and watched as the skinny, self-proclaimed geek slid deep into the girl’s tight ass, then began a rhythm deep inside her. He reached forward and grabbed her still clothed breasts, and leaned into her ear. I could hear him whisper into her ear as he fucked her. “You’re such a little whore, I think you’re liking this. Are you?” It took a moment, but she nodded. From my vantage point, I could see her cunt get moist as he took her deeper and harder. He pulled back on her hair forcing her back harder onto him, like a jockey holding the reigns of a racehorse, and the pitch of his grunting and her moans and squeaks as she came again and again kept filling the room.

I could see her raise her hand up to her pussy and begin rubbing her clit while he brutalized her tightest hole, and once again she came deeply moving forward to scream into a pillow. As she did, Sean came in her little ass and collapsed on top of her. The two of them made a deeply breathing barely moving pile of flesh on the bed.

I smiled as Sean disentangled himself from her and went to the bathroom, then returned. “Thanks boss. Think you could bring her by again?” he said with a smile.

“I’m sure it could be arranged. Keep up the good work.”

“Oh I will. Trust me.” He said glancing at the now just recovering girl.

“Good. Enjoy the rest of the day. I’ll get back to you.” He started to walk back into the living room. “Oh wait, almost forgot.” I handed him an envelope from my pocket. “Your weekly pay, don’t spend it all in one shot.”

“No prob, but I am looking at a car.”

“Call me first. I’ll make sure you get the best price.”

“Will do.”

He walked out and I looked at the girl now slowly sitting up on the bed, she seemed unsure of what to think about the whole event. She had enjoyed it, but only because I said she should.

I walked over to the bed. “Stacy, take off your shirt and bra, it’s time for something new. It’s called tit fucking. Use your mouth to get me hard.”

She bent to the task with a new enthusiasm. All in all, her taming was going better than I thought it would.

Which left me the rest of the day, or evening as the case may be, to sit down and be surrounded by scantily clad women. To be honest, if anyone’s found a better way to spend their time I would appreciate them keeping it to themselves. I honestly don’t think I could handle it.

Now I know some of you out there are probably wondering why I didn’t turn the bar into my own personal sexual buffet. I’ll be honest, the thought crossed my mind about 12 times a night, but then it dawned on me that I was on the wrong end of the god’s somewhat warped sense of humor. I was having sex regularly with four different women. This will tax just about any normal man, and adding more would have most likely sent me down a path of lost weight, shaky hands and a potential heart murmur. But, as they keep saying, what a way to go.

I was on fantasy number eight of the evening, wondering what it would be like to take the twin act working the stage right now. I sighed and added them to the list of potential conquests on my list, which was growing by the day. Actually, sometimes it seemed like it was growing by the minute.

I was sipping at my coke and tapping my foot to the Steve Earle song playing for the lovely ladies onstage when Julie, the girl Marcus had been so interested in, came to my table. “Hey boss got a minute?” she asked sweetly.

“Sure. Did you need to talk to me here or in the office?” I replied.

“The office would be better, it’s quieter.”

“No problem, let’s go.”

We walked into the office, and I shut the door behind us. Julie was one of the more popular girls at the bar, which some might find odd. She was a bit on the plump side, but in a pleasing manner, with hair that was mostly black with the front done in white highlights. She had a sweet smile, and worked the patrons for drinks expertly, making them part with their money as painlessly as possible. I was hoping she wasn’t quitting on me, as she brought in a large part of the night’s take.

“What can I do for you?” I asked as we got comfy.

“Actually, it’s what I’m going to do for you. You are in very serious danger.”

Mentally, this was the equivalent of throwing a car with manual transmission from fifth to reverse by accident. It takes you a second to recover. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”

“I said you’re in danger. They’re on to you.”

“Okay, let’s assume I have no idea what you’re talking about. Who are ‘They’, and why would they be out to get me?” I said, and reached into the cooler to grab a bottle of water.

“’They’ are other telepaths. They’ve been around for a very long time. They keep an eye open for people who develop the ability and do their best to suppress them.”

“Define ‘suppress’.”

“It ranges from finding a way to get them sent to prison to assassinating them. They have a corner on the market of reading minds, and they’d like to keep it” she said with a serious expression.

“Which, of course, leads me to ask what makes you think I’m a telepath?”

Which is when she reached out and touched my mind. Her command was “Stand up and dance” and I did, doing an odd hornpipe for her amusement, until she said “Stop. That’s how I know. I’m a telepath too, and I need your help.”

It was all I could do to recover from the shock and form a rational thought. “I think we should have this conversation somewhere else.”