Mind Control Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“What I could do to you. Every day. I think about the way you sounded when I touched you. How hot your skin got under my hands. How soft your moan was when I kissed your throat.” She exhaled shakily. “I could take you right here,” I said. “On your desk. I could fuck you so slow you’d forget your name. I could make you scream my name until you lost your voice. But I won’t. Not unless you ask me to.” She stepped closer. “I’m not good at this,” she whispered. “Good at what?” “Control.” I smiled faintly. “Neither am I.” She licked her lips. And then—barely above a breath—she said, “Close the door.”

My free hand teased my nipples, then slid lower, fingers circling my hole as I imagined what it would feel like. “Fuck…” I whispered, hips bucking up into my fist. The older guy in the video had a thick cock, veins bulging, and the way he claimed the younger man made my balls tighten. I pumped faster, slick sounds filling the room along with the p**n audio I’d turned down low. My mind wandered dangerously replacing the actors with fantasies I’d never admit. Strong hands. A deep voice. Someone who knew exactly how to take control. I was getting close, right on the edge, when my door swung open without warning.

His mouth swallowed my cock in one go, sucking hard while his fingers kept pumping in and out of my ass. “Shit…Vincenzo…” My hands slapped against the glass, hips bucking forward. Pleasure crashed over the hatred. I was starting to crave this. Crave him. The way he took control, the way he made my body sing even when my mind screamed no. He pulled off my cock with a wet pop and stood up, turning me to face the glass again. “Hands on the wall. Ass out. Now.” I obeyed, breathing fast. He lined up his thick cock and thrust in raw, burying himself deep in one stroke.

It was a raw, wet mess of sex. Splosh. Slap. Splosh. "We are going to shift your womb as a team!" Leo shouted after he pulled his cock out of her mouth. The men began to change places. They moved like a dance. One man would pull out, and another would push in. Lily was never empty. She was constantly being filled by a new, massive cock. She felt the different shapes—the length of Kai, the width of Zane, the power of Jax. She felt her womb being pushed back and forth. She felt like her insides were being melted by the hot water and the hot men. The erotica was so loud. The sound of the bubbles and their heavy breathing filled the night.

He groaned, threading fingers through her hair, guiding her rhythm. Around them, the room pulsed with more depravity. A few feet away, a man grunted loudly, pulling out of a woman's mouth just in time to shoot thick ropes of semen across her face. She knelt there, her fingers buried in her own pussy, rubbing her clit frantically as she came with him, her body shaking, and cum dripping down her cheeks and chin while she licked at the strands hungrily.

He’d downplayed Ethan’s sex with me, claiming that I was clearly familiar with sex since I responded so readily almost as soon as he went down on me. When I wailed with mortification, Cindy tried to make me feel better by reminding me that the venom placed inside of my womb also got into my bloodstream and acted like an aphrodisiac/hallucinogenic. Combine that with the use of mind control, and the viewers were provided with a class “A” porn flick. “If it makes you feel any better, Ethan was sincere when he said how much he loved having sex with you,” Cindy said as she grasped for something to say to ease my mortification. “All he talked about was how good you tasted. It was weird.”

The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

That hit hard. "Okay... You won that round. Second, truth or dare?" I sent. "Truth. But you better make it hurt." "What's your biggest kink? "Mental control. Getting someone to cum with just my voice. Just words. No hands. No touching. I love being inside their head. Watching them squirm. Making them beg just by telling them what to feel, exactly what I'm doing with you." My lips parted. My nipples were stiff beneath my shirt already.

he said and I couldn't help but tremble as I'm already feeling like that already. Three days later he came back and fucked me the same way but more intensely. I begged him to stop, but he paid me no mind rather fucked me harder and harder. That was when I realised that I had totally lost control, and if this continued, I might even become his sex slave, but it didn't hide the fact that I was looking at this. Both of us liked it, and it was so intense that might mind turned blank the third time he fucked me almost throughout the sex period. The section was lasting longer and longer that the fourth time I was fucked to unconsciousness.

I began to think maybe Kemisola also had a plan for me before I hatched my plan because as far has I know I try to be good even though my heart can sometimes be evil, I have never step on someone's toes why will anyone want to do this to me. I pleaded and struggle to free myself it was not easy suddenly I began to feel hot from the inside, I began to feel horny, I was getting wet, I need someone to touch me badly right now, my eyes began to see everything in double maybe triple, I could hear their laughs but I had no control over what was happening to me at that moment, I could hear the cellphone of the man rang and he began to talk to someone. He orders his men to take me to the bed which t