Erotic Mind Control Stories Novels & Stories

"Then give the guy some oil. I know you carry it around in your purse like a complete weirdo. What's it for anyway? In case some guy offers to fuck you in the ass? So you'd be ready?" She glared, pulling off his dick. Despite her being the cause of it falling out of her, she moaned at the loss. Eric shook his head as she tried to stand again, pushing her back onto the floor. "Sorry darling... wherever you're going to, you're crawling there." She scoffed. "You can't actually be serious." "Did I sound like I was joking, boys?" He announced, earning loud cheers that agreed that he wasn't. Lucas reached out, slapping my face while thrusting his hips up so his cock drove deeper and deeper into my

“Her instincts will fight her reason. Her body will betray her. And it’s all… deliberate. Someone designed this to strip her down, to take everything she has and twist it into chaos.” I swallowed, hands cold and shaking. “Physical changes too,” he said quietly. “Temporary, yes—but intense. Her body… her most private self… will react in ways you can’t imagine. All to break restraint, to weaken her.” “Why?” I whispered. “Why would someone do this?” “Because control is pleasure,” he said. “Some people don’t want obedience—they want surrender. Total surrender. Mental, physical, everything. And they enjoy watching it happen.” I clenched my fists. “The doctor who sedated her… will that help at all

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

“Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.” “How …How do-” Before I could speak further Nicolas stuffed his dick inside my mouth. “Suck and lick it.” he groaned. I started stroking his dick , sucking and licking it while my brother kept thrusting my pussy. He started it fast , then slowed down and “Ahhh…”became fast again. “Say fuck me like a rag doll , my fuck doll” “Ahhhgh fuck me as hard as you can.” I groaned. I started feeling warm liquid filling up my womb and mouth. Both came together, one inside my mouth and the other inside my core.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

My mind was spinning with dirty thoughts now, imagining him inside me, fucking the hurt out of me, making me forget Alex completely. I wanted him to lose control, to take me rough right here, but I was the one leading, and it felt powerful. He grabbed my wrist, not hard, but firm, holding it there. “This is wrong,” he said, his voice strained, eyes dark with lust now. I didn’t say anything, and I didn’t stop either. I pulled my hand free and slid it into his pants, over his boxers, feeling the thick length of him straining against the fabric.

It contained criminals and jackasses. I spotted a target sitting in the corner. His table was full of drugs. He was groping and making out with two very underage girls. I shook my head, gulped my drink, and went to his table. Security stopped me before I could get close, but vampires have what we call mind control, in other words, compulsion. I can make any human do anything I want. I compelled the guard to let me through to his boss, and he obliged. I swayed my hips towards the dangerous-looking man. When he noticed me, he smirked. I made my way to him. He signaled me to sit on his lap. The two young girls were dismissed brutally by him. They left frowning because I took away their business

My lips parted, and I nodded my head to urge her to continue. Lila searched her mind and then spoke. “There are two types of mind-controlling, but both can take away people’s wills. One is like hypnosis. By brainwashing, a person would act according to the new concepts they’d been introduced to. History books have mentioned that many great sorcerers could practice it. Another kind, however, is more like a legend. I read that with certain talismans, one could control another’s mind and make them do exactly what they wanted. But no one has practiced that before, at least no one that’s been recorded.” I stood there, bewildered, impressed by the amount of knowledge Lila had stored away. Though s

I felt exposed, vulnerable, and completely under his control in the middle of the room where millions of dollars were negotiated every day. "Open for me," he commanded. I didn't hesitate. I pulled my legs back, hooking my heels over the edge of the table, exposing myself to the harsh fluorescent lights above. Vincent stepped into the space I’d created, his body a wall of heat. He didn't use finesse. He didn't use a condom. He guided himself to the entrance of my heat and pushed in with a slow, agonizing force that made me cry out, the sound bouncing off the glass walls.