Novel & Cerita Mind Control Sex Stories

I felt the urge to have sex all of a sudden and I was getting really hard. Who the fuck put a sex pill in my food? God damn it, I'm so fucking hard and it feels like my whole body is gonna explode. "Boss is anything the matter?" Penelope smiled walking into my office.Her skirt was shifted above her knees and her shirt was left half buttoned showing off her cleavages. It's obvious she put a sex pill in my food.Why do these girls like being bitches? "What the fuck are you doing here? Get out!"

CONTENT: Revenge sex, wet pussy, sex toys, multiple orgasm, gangbang, multiple dick. CHAPTER 1 Jillian felt a wave of nervousness as she approached the door of the nightclub. It was finally time to fulfill her biggest fantasy, and one that would make her now ex-boyfriend explode with jealousy.

He kept the vibrator pressed against her oversensitive clit, forcing a second, smaller squirt as she whimpered and shook. When he finally pulled the toy away, Lila was gasping, legs barely holding her up, the mirror and floor beneath her wet with her release. Master Kane turned her around to face the group, who had been touching themselves frantically while watching. “Class, what did you learn?” he asked. One of the men spoke hoarsely. “That watching someone lose control is incredibly hot.” The blonde woman added, “And that denial makes the orgasm so much stronger.” Master Kane nodded, satisfied. He looked at Lila with dark approval.

“You’re so fucking wet for me already.” The words sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. I wasn’t used to this—being told exactly what to do and paid to surrender control bit by bit. Usually I held all the power on my streams. But here, with Vee’s generous gifts rolling in steadily and his calm commands guiding every move, the power felt… shifted. Darker. More dangerous. I pinched my nipple harder with my free hand, rolling the tight bud until a gasp tore from my throat. “Is this what you wanted?” I asked, voice breathy, trying to reclaim some dominance. “Paying all this just to watch me fuck myself for you?”

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

“—No, no, you listen, bro. I know how much you love the feeling of your girl’s flesh, clenching around that cock of yours…that powerful feeling of filling her and moving inside her tight hole; that intense feeling of dominance as you listen to her cry and beg for you; that extreme and violently overwhelming whirlwind of emotions streaming in every single vein in your body never really leaves you even after you’re done screwing her, bro. And once you reached the peak, you just want to go for it again, and you should, we all should. Why should we restrain ourselves? Why should we control our desires when we know for certain that it’d only make us fucking lose our mind until we let it go? It’s

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

I clenched my jaw at the images flashing in my mind and controlled myself. I licked my lips and answered, “I am a dominant, Bella. I like to control my partner while having sex and ordering them around like when and if they can come. Or not at all.” If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

“Tell the people watching what you want.” She was panting, her vision blurring. The words came out, husky and broken. “I… I want it. I want all of it. Fuck me. Use me.” The chat exploded with new messages. The finger in her ass withdrew, replaced by the blunt, terrifying head of a new cock. Marcus roared, driving into her pussy with a final, deep thrust. Jax shoved his cock back into her mouth, down to the base.

“Depression… and a very unhealthy coping mechanism.” “Which is?” “Sex?” Oh! “How long?” It was none of my business but I don't know… she seemed interesting. “About eight months.” I was about to ask why but she beat me to it. Either she could read my mind through these wooden walls, or she was just a chronic oversharer. Was it contagious?