Mind Control Sex Stories Novels & Stories

I said. He was silent for a while. "Do you know, recently, I've hooked up with three different girls at different intervals. But do you know what happens? Normally, whenever I'm having sex, I'm always in control; there is no questioning that... But when I was fucking them, there was a thought I me that I can't even remove from my mind, and it was... I wanted them to torture me, tie me up, tease me, humiliate me, play with me until they are satisfied before telling me how to fuck them and when to stop..." his body was shaking slightly and I saw his bulge Harding inside his boxer ever so fast as he speaks and my eyes widened when I heard him. "I want girls to dominate me instead of taking cont

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

Dakota It took me almost a week to reach out. Days of my mind ping-ponging back and forth. Of rereading his card like it might change. Two weeks of late-night G****e spirals—"BDSM sub contracts," "Fantasies dress code," "how to not lose your mind giving up control."

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

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

I rode his hand desperately, moaning his name, my juices running down his wrist. His mouth moved to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. His cock was leaking against me now—I could feel the wet spot growing on his trousers. The speaker crackled again. “Ten minutes, Mr. Kane. Almost there.” Adam didn’t stop. He added a third finger, stretching me open, fucking me faster. His thumb worked my clit in tight circles. I was right there, shaking, about to come all over his hand. He pulled his fingers out suddenly. I whined at the loss, empty and aching.

I really want to think with my mind, but my dick is so hard and extremely erect without control it is slowly taking control of my motor skills. "Flora," I find myself whispering with a shivering voice against her breasts as she accidentally traces her fingers against my back, bringing them down and squeezing against my butt. "I want you once again, please," she whispers, slowly sliding her hands down towards my dick between her legs. She doesn't give me the chance to think as she squeezes me tightly and begins to massage me slowly once again. That particular attitude of hers that she always resorts to never fails to make me lose control of myself. And fucking God, she is so good at it; it ju

Lena swallowed it eagerly, her addiction turning even the most degrading acts into pure pleasure. The dirty talk became nonstop. "This is your new life now, whore." "Every night you hear us gaming, you crawl over here on all fours." "We are going to turn your apartment into a free use glory hole." Lena came so many times her body started shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy was bright red and swollen. Cum poured out of her with every thrust. At one point they had three cocks in her pussy at the same time while two more tried to stretch her asshole. The intense stretching made her squirt violently across the room.