Novel & Cerita Mind Control Sex Stories

“Don't you? You love being fucked in front of your men, like the whore you are.” “Yes—” He sobbed. “Yes—I love it—I love being your bitch—” “Good.” I straightened up and grabbed his hips with both hands, pounding into him with everything I had. The pleasure was cresting, building toward a peak I couldn't hold back, and I didn't want to. I wanted to come inside him. I wanted to fill him up and watch it drip out of him onto the deck plates while his men watched. “I'm going to come,” I said, and my voice was rough now, my control slipping. “I'm going to come inside you, and you're going to stay right here on your knees while it leaks out of you. And you're going to thank me for it.”

Ara sat at her desk just before bedtime, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen. Writing had completely changed for her. No longer was it just a job or a creative outlet. Every word she typed now was a way to process the terrifying truth. Damon Marshall owned her. Every orgasm, every rough thrust, every filthy word he whispered had rewired her completely. She wrote to make sense of how addicted she had become to the man who had bought her for one month. She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

No matter how I had I tried to ignore it, I couldn't get rid of the uncomfortable feeling that had been lurking at the back of my mind. I picked up the remote control and turned on the television, videos of our intense sex session replaying on the screens. It was so unbelievably erotic I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen for a while. Her naked body bound and restrained for me to whatever I pleased, her breathy moans, the way her pussy opened up and dripped for me, the eagerness in her eyes and her innate desire to please. I may have prided myself as the dominant in that room, but in that short while, she has had more control over me than anyone has ever had. Fuck, I was already hard

He looked powerful, untouched by the sickness that had taken his brother. He crawled back over me, his knees forcing my thighs wide. He positioned the wet, blunt head of his cock at my pussy entrance, rubbing it against my clit in slow, rhythmic circles that had me clawing at the sheets, my toes curling into the silk. "Tell me you want it," he commanded, his jaw tight as he fought for his own control. "Tell me you want your husband’s brother inside you." "I want you," I screamed, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I want you inside me, Richard! Now!"

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I fucked Hailey’s hole with my tongue, letting curiosity get the best of me and I began fingering her asshole with my thumb until her thighs were shaking. “I’m close!” Damon groaned. “Fuck me too!” My husband’s hot cum spilled into my abuse as my best friend’s pussy pulsed out juices as her body shook with her second orgasm. It was all so dirty, filthy but fucking wonderful. I don't think I could go back to casual sex after this. ~ ~ ~ Update: We agreed to continue fucking! My parents have Bella every weekend while my husband, my best friend, and I discover ways we could make each other cum at every corner of the house.

I don’t remember being to a spa lately. As the grogginess fades and clarity returns, memories of our escapades flood my mind. Color rises to my cheeks when I remember how I had begged the men to please me. I remember yelling at them to fuck me already, and boy, they did. They fucked me good. Every part of me got the attention of their loving hands, their supple lips, and their delicious cocks. I have never had such incredible sex in all my years of being sexually active. Thinking about it alone is enough to make my opening tingle.

Then, just inches of entry, she stopped. We read many stories from pulp XXX books, Penthouse Letters and other magazines, to the internet, passing them back and forth between us. We never imagined that one of those stories would become an actual memory, much less that two would. But now she summoned a particular story to both of our minds. She signaling her choice by asking Jace not to use his hands except on her tits for now. This meant she was going to fuck him, and more important, in keeping with the story she picked, I was going to help. She kept her eyes on me, giving a nod which I returned, saying without words that I was on the same page.

wall again, lifted pounding, back scraping as he slammed nonstop. Doggy on the floor next, ass up, cock spearing from behind, hands fisting hair. "Show size... take it all, crush girl." "Beg nicely... or no more. Fall in love? Mine to unlock anytime." Second climax hit, body shaking, gushing around him. He followed, pulling out to rub cum over my ass, then back in, senseless rhythm, hardening minutes later, true to the pull. Counter tease, bed tangle hours of desperate fucks, tension's fire consuming.