Mind Control Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Nobody can see us. She scoots even closer, and whispers the magic words in my ear, “Please, Daddy.” She slides a leg up my thighs, and lets it rest against my cock. I can feel how wet she is through her shorts. “I know you want this. I’ll keep it a secret.” I dig my fingernails into my palms. Maybe the pain will clear my foggy head. I feel the control slipping though. I want nothing more than to give in to this. Her nipples are tight buds against my arms, poking through her flimsy shirt. “Remember what you told me?” My teeth clench together. I know exactly what I told her.

The house finally went quiet. I let out a long breath and stretched, my tight little tank top riding up over my flat stomach. Nineteen years old and still stuck under his roof like a prisoner. No friends, no dates, no freedom. If he ever found my secret account… yeah, I’d be dead. But that risk made it hotter. The secrecy. The thrill of thousands of men paying to see what he had never let me show. I scrolled through my DMs for a minute, biting my lip at the usual flood of horny messages. Then I set my phone aside and slipped a hand under my shorts, tracing lazy circles over my clit. I was already wet. That comment had done its job.

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.

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!”

Jack forced himself to rein in the I-told-you-so smile threatening to break across his face. Too early to smile. He had to make sure he’d really reached her. “Because you need your biggest sex organ, your brain, involved. Vanilla doesn’t really do that. Dominance and submission can be a game or a way or life, depending on how seriously you play. But it absolutely keeps your mind engaged with your body. The promise of pleasure can be every bit as arousing as the pleasure itself—maybe more, as you found out from doing without a mind fuck tonight.”

Looking not like a businessman, but a little boy. “I was in the sexual category. I was given pills, at first, they weren’t strong enough for me to be really affected, but the people up the dosages, my senses would be thrown off and I could barely focus on anything else. They would send in a girl and at first, I could fight my urges, but the more they upped my dosages the more control I lost. The girls they would send it wouldn’t stand a chance against me, I would force myself on them, I was so eager and desperate to satisfy my need, that the girl would have to pay the ultimate price at the end. They would drag the girl’s lifeless body out and send in a new one. I wanted to control myself, bu

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

And instead of horror… I was dripping. Victor stepped forward and grabbed my hair roughly. “You want four cocks, slut? You just announced it to the whole fucking state.” He shoved his thick cock past my lips before I could answer. I gagged instantly as he started face-fucking me with zero mercy. Another brother, Damien, ripped my bra down, freeing my swollen tits and slapping them hard. “Fuck, look at these mommy tits,” he laughed. “Perfect for a public gangbang.” Lucas stood frozen, watching as the four powerful brothers descended on me. I should have stopped it. I was a married woman. A mother. But the years of neglect, the dark fantasies, and the sick thrill of being exposed made me lose

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

“Meeting the eyes of a handsome stranger in a bar full of people, he crosses the room, grabs me by the hand, and pulls me into the restroom. Before I can blink, we’re making out, hot and heavy. His hands are all over me, under my shirt, down my jeans. Circling my nipples, then pinching just hard enough to make me gasp, and slipping a thick finger into my soaking pussy at the same time. I can’t even see him, but I can feel his thick, fat cock rubbing all over my ass, teasing between my cheeks, before he finally thrusts deep inside me and starts to fuck me, hard and fast. . .” I swallow hard. I can feel my panties soaked already and I’m only on the first damn question. Shit. I am not even this