The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Anne licked slowly as Robin squealed and shuddered happily on the probing tongue. Laurie, Krystal, Holly and Anne had arrived at Robin’s office five hours earlier. Things could not have gone any better. Robin’s capture had taken less than 20 minutes. Then they’d called all the girls that worked for Robin, bringing them in two or three at a time under the pretense of booking them a very special gig.

“Very discreet,” Robin had explained. “Very lucrative.”

As with Anne, the Siren’s call of money had lured them in and as with Anne, they’d been given something so much more important. They’d been given clarity and liberation. they’d been given each other and they’d been given Professor Sawyer. What more was there?

There was the sex; and orgy was in progress in Lyn’s office. Kathy, who danced under the name “Shock”, her face buried between Krystal’s legs. Her flame red hair looked delicious sandwiched as it was between Krystal’s café au lait thighs. Andrea, who danced as “Isabella”, was bent over Robin’s desk as Holly fucked her from behind, the blonde’s massive breasts flattened against the smooth surface. Andrea huffed and puffed loudly as Holly’s dildo cycled in and out of her ass. Twice Anne had meant to join one or the other of the couplings, but each time Robin had pulled her back. She’d always suspected she was Robin’s favorite … now she knew.

Which left only Laurie, who was breaking in the last of Robin’s dancers. Anne knew the last three; she’d worked more than a few parties with them. Laurie was in for a lot of fun.

Laurie could hardly believe her luck. They’d all taken a turn converting a group of Robin’s dancers. She’d drawn the last shift and had the pulled the best looking group, if she did say so herself. Left to right, they were Tonya, Brenda and Joyce. Tonya was a short black girl, very dark skinned with straightened hair just touching her shoulders, tight hips and ass and a massive bosom Laurie was sure had been surgically enhanced. Not so long ago she would have thought such huge tits on such a small woman disgusting; now she marveled at ever having been so wrong minded. Brenda was another busty girl, but much taller than Tonya, so her breasts looked more normal. Finally came the pixyish Joyce, a tiny, short haired blond so perfectly proportioned she looked like an adult in miniature. Laurie had been given their stage names, and promptly forgot them. In a few minutes it wouldn’t make any difference.

The plan was simplicity itself and had worked perfectly with each group of dancers. The girls were shown into the meeting room where the control sphere was set up on an end table next to her chair. Laurie then had excused herself under the pretense of having to make a quick phone call. In fact she’d had a glass of water and waited while the control sphere began its work. Upon her return, she could see it was already having an effect. The three looked distracted. Laurie thought back to her first exposure to the control sphere, barely 24 hours ago: The wave of confusion, followed by uncontrollable, life altering sexual arousal and discovery.

“I’d like to thank you for making it down here on such short notice,” she began. “My name is Laurie, and as Robin may have explained on the phone, I represent a group of individuals looking for discreet, exotic entertainment and are willing to pay very well for your discretion.”

The lie fell easily from her lips because it was necessary. The sphere still needed a few more minutes. Once that was done, these girls would be thanking her for her deception.

“The people I work for are particular in their wants. They demand the very best and they are used to getting just that. So before we go any further, I’m going to ask you to strip down so I can make sure you are what we are looking for.”

The girls on the couch looked at each other uncomfortably. The control sphere had almost fully in asserted itself now, injecting into their brains all sorts of wonderful, unfamiliar and irresistibly girly-girl desires. They’d seen each other naked before, Laurie had no doubt of that, but never like this. Finally, Tonya stood and peeled off the tiny jean jacket she wore, it seemed, only to form around and emphasize her breasts. Next she pulled off her ribbed tee, revealing an industrial strength, light pink bra. With shaking hands, she whipped off her belt and unclasped her jeans. By now, the other two girls had found the courage to follow Tonya’s lead.

A few minutes later, the trio stood naked. Even if she hadn’t known what was going on, Laurie would have been able to detect their raging arousal. Unconsciously, Joyce rolled her unusually long nipples between her index finger and thumb. Brenda’s hands were in a slow, but constant, motion over her body. Laurie focused most of her attention, however, on Tonya. Her ebony skin was slick with perspiration, the only variance to her dusky hue was the dark plum of her nipples and shorn puss. The three cast furtive glances at each other’s bodies.

“Very nice, ladies, very nice,” Laurie said truthfully. “You can sit back down now.”

The three sat. It didn’t occur to them to put their cloths back on.

Laurie smiled, “As I mentioned earlier, I represent people who are used to getting what they want … you need to understand that before we go any further.”

The three indicated they understood.

“So what would your reaction be if a man from this group wanted you for sex?”

The looks of revulsion on their faces said everything. All three shook their heads. Joyce muttered a “No way.”

“I see, so let me ask you this,” Laurie continued. “What would your reaction be if it was a woman who wanted you?”

The reaction was considerably less emphatic. Looks of surprise coalesced on their faces as they realized this was something they’d consider. Each looked to her friend to gauge their reactions and surprise turned to hunger as the idea of “sex with another woman” morphed into sex with the girl they were looking at. Joyce began to pull a little harder at her nipples. Brenda fitted a hand between her legs.

“It’s two very different things, isn’t it? One is unthinkable and the other is enticing,” Laurie guided them a little further down the path. “Have any of you had sex with another woman?”

Tonya and Joyce shook their heads. Brenda raised her hand meekly, “I did a three way a couple months ago with my ex-boyfriend and a friend of his from high school.”

“Ohhhh, but that isn’t the same thing,” Laurie purred. “He wasn’t supposed to be there, was he?”

Brenda’s eyes blinked rapidly.

“In fact, that’s why he’s your ex now. He couldn’t satisfy you, not the way his friend could. You’re beginning to understand that now.”

Brenda’s mouth worked as if she was trying to speak, but no sound was produced.

“All of you understand now. Sex with men is wrong … it’s grotesque. You never want to touch a man again.

The three women on the couch were openly fondling themselves.

“Only another woman understands what you need, and only another woman can give it to you. I’ll prove it. Brenda,” Laurie said sternly, “I want you to kiss Joyce.”

Brenda turned to her left. The kiss began hesitantly, Brenda intended it to be no more than a peck. But it escalated rapidly. The two gave in to it, mouths open and tongues probing. Tonya watched them intently. Biting on her lower lip, she made soft mewling noises as she stroked Brenda’s leg.

“Isn’t that so much nicer?” Laurie asked.

“Yessssss,” Brenda whispered. Joyce only nodded, her eyes screwed shut.

“Go ahead and kiss her again,” Laurie said. “Tonya, I want you to come over here and stand next to me.

Reluctantly, Tonya did as she was told, her eyes glued to the couch. Brenda leaned in to Joyce, who had pivoted so she could meet the kiss fully.

“Is something wrong, beautiful?” Laurie as she reached up to run a hand along Tonya’s ass.

“I want to kiss them too,” Tonya whined. She looked down at Laurie. Her eyes were pleading, “Why can’t I stay with them?”

“Because you’re my favorite and I have something special for you,” Laurie grinned. “There’s a box under the table. Go get it and open it up.”

Tonya fell to her knees and found the box under the end table.

“You get to pick anything you want out of that box and decide what Brenda and Joyce should do with it,” Laurie explained.

Tonya frantically rummaged through the box. Eventually she pulled out a massive strap on dildo. She held it up for Laurie to see.

“I …”

The expression on Tonya’s face rippled, as if the enormity of what she was about to do had suddenly dawned on her. Her eyes, round like saucers of lust and confusion, darted from Laurie to the plastic cock and back again.

“Hurry,” Joyce pleaded desperately.

“Please,” Brenda agreed.

“I …” Tonya’s body trembled.

Laurie just smiled and nodded.

With an effort, Tonya forced the words out, “I … I want Joyce to put this on and lie on the floor and I want Brenda to fuck herself on it!”

“Sounds good to me,” Laurie said and Tonya handed her the phallus. Laurie tossed it to Joyce, who caught it with both hands. Joyce stood and managed to get the harness on and cinched (with the tender assistance of Brenda). The cock, as think as her arm, looked obscenely large on her tiny body. She laid herself down halfway between the couch on one side and Laurie on the other. Joyce squirmed impatiently as she waited for Brenda to join her.

Not that the wait was long. Brenda dropped to her knees next to Joyce, then slung a leg over so as to straddle the tiny blond. She dropped down slowly, kissing Joyce and sandwiching the dildo between them. Brenda stroked her cunt along the length of the cock, eliciting groans of rapture. Joyce’s small hands cupped Brenda’s ass.

Laurie pinched Tonya’s delightful ass, “Why don’t you sit down and enjoy the show?”

Tonya did so, sitting at Laurie’s feet and resting her head on Laurie’s leg. One hand stroked Laurie’s calf while the other caressed her molten quim.

Brenda fucked herself slowly against Joyce, like a bellows stoking both their arousal. Her pussy glided easily along the plastic shaft, until the lewd, wet noises of the motion could be heard over the groans of the rutting women. Tonya’s breast pressed into Laurie’s leg, the mound of flesh rising and falling in synch with Brenda’s motions. The scent of humid female arousal filled the room.

Finally, Brenda raised her hips high into the air while maintaining the contact between with Joyce’s mouth. She reached between their bodies to grab the dildo by the head and slide it along her leaking slit. Joyce used both hands to grip it at the base.

With a single motion, Brenda took the entire shaft into her pussy. She reared up, head thrown back, sobbing with relief as the cock filled her, breasts and stomach streaked with sweat. She set a punishing tempo, rapidly impaling herself on the fake cock. Joyce’s hands gripped Brenda’s hips, doing her part to lift the brunette up and slam her down on the dildo.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” Brenda chanted.

With each down stroke, the base of the dildo pressed into Joyce’s clit. Legs spread, feet flat on the floor for leverage, she thrust upwards, drilling the dong into Brenda as quickly and deeply as she could.

“Take it, take it, take it,” Joyce whispered.

Laurie felt something warm and soft and wet on her leg. She saw Tonya kissing high up her calf, near the knee. Laurie slowly spread her legs and Tonya began to kiss around the leg, repositioning herself between the spread thighs. Inch by inch, Tonya licked and kissed her way up Laurie’s leg as Laurie hiked her skirt up. As soon as her red satin panties were revealed, Tonya hooked her thumbs around the waistband, her eyes ablaze at the sight of Laurie’s sopping cunt. Tonya’s head dipped forward, tongue extended. She groaned with her first taste.

Laurie’s head rolled back … Tonya was a natural! So many girls licked like their tongues were on file the first time they ate pussy. Laurie knew she had. But Tonya went slow, reveling in Laurie’s taste and texture, enjoying herself. The black girl worked from the bottom up, tongue wide and flat to drink in as much of Laurie’s cream as she could. Occasionally she wrapped her soft lips around Laurie’s clit for a quick suck or two; occasionally she used her tongue to swat at the nugget of flesh. Laurie rapidly unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra to roll and pull on her nipples.

Brenda screeched out her orgasm, the sound of it enough to push Laurie over the edge. Her legs wrapped tightly around Tonya’s back, her hands found the girl’s head; she used both to crush Tonya’s in and sooner her cries joined Brenda’s. Her grip slackened as she came down, allowing Tonya to kiss her way up Laurie’s belly and chest. The two panted through their noses as they shared a deep French kiss.

Tonya placed her hands on the arms of the chair and locked her elbows, raising up and offering her breasts to Laurie, who buried her face in the cleavage. Using both hands to hold one of the soft, massive breasts, Laurie bit and sucked on the rock hard nipple while Tonya cooed happily. Then Tonya pushed Laurie back and took a step backwards. Laurie slid off the chair and applied her mouth to Tonya’s folds.

“That’s right, baby,” Tonya purred. “Lick my pussy, lick it nice!”

Laurie’s hands slid up the dark legs to grip the firm ass. She pulled Tonya close, driving her tongue deep into the heated snatch. The black girl’s clit was bloated and irresistible. Laurie gave it a lot of attention. It felt soft and wonderful and perfect in her mouth. The deception of the dancers had been fun, while it lasted, and watching the effect of the control sphere had been hot. Tonya’s mouth had loved Laurie’s snatch like nothing else. But this, Laurie had come to realize, was what she really loved: Being on her knees, in front of a beautiful, hot and bothered slut, stoking that girl’s fire with her tongue.

And Tonya seemed to sense Laurie’s thinking. She wrapped a hand in the kneeling girl’s long blond hair and pulled her into her twat, “Suck it … suck my cunt, bitch … oh you little bitch … making me feel so good … lezzie bitch … fuck … oh fuck … fuck!”

Tonya’s legs spasmed violently as she released, so much so that Laurie was sure she’d collapse. She didn’t. She stayed on her feet to shower Laurie with her discharge, like a cat marking its territory. When she finished she pulled Laurie up by the hair. The two kissed, savoring their combined flavors, Laurie having to bend down since she was so much taller than Tonya. Their hands roamed greedily over the other’s body.

“Girl, that was incredible,” Tonya said, the warmth of her voice a sharp contrast to the edge it held moments ago.

“You can say that again.”

“I hope I didn’t scare you just now … I get a little carried away when I cum,” Tonya kissed Laurie savagely, “and you made me cum really hard.”

“No problem,” Laurie kissed Tonya back, “it made me really hot.”

“I can’t believe how worked up I still am,” Tonya almost whined as she glanced around the room. “Awwww shoot, look at those two.”

Joyce still lay on the floor, on her back, but Brenda had removed the strap on. The brunette’s face was plastered to Joyce’s twat, her head bobbing up and down as though she was emphatically agreeing with Joyce’s incoherent groans.

Tonya bolted for the pair, almost throwing her superheated cunt onto Joyce’s face. Laurie went to the writing pile of girl flesh and with a gentle nudge, followed by a scorching kiss, she got Brenda to roll onto her side, setting in motion a chain reaction of movement as each girl rolled to her side and fit her mouth to the pussy of another, so as her tongue touched Brenda’s, Tonya’s touched hers.

Laurie might have wept if the tingle in her cunt had not been so wonderful. None of this would have been possible with a man, the wordless way they’d fallen into each other’s pussies, the way it was so stupendous and fulfilling. She owed it all to Professor Sawyer. Laurie loved being a dykey whore, and she loved Professor Sawyer for it.