Sexy Mind Control Stories Novels & Stories

He shoved it back absentmindedly without noticing. “Did I call you a tough nut before?” He grinned. “Nah, I think you're crazy.” I shrugged. “Crazy and tough.” As we got into the elevator, he leaned in, his breath caressing my skin. “I'll have a lot of fun cracking you tonight.” A hum escaped my lips, heat pooling between my legs. The fact that Mr Sexy overalls already had me turned on was a plus for him. My last sexcapade attempt failed horribly because I couldn't get wet enough.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

I could feel the slickness between my lips starting to build even before anything happened. Rent was due tomorrow, and I was short again, I needed these horny bastards to tip big tonight if I wanted to eat next week. But it was not just the money, I craved the control they had over me, the way it made me feel like a desperate toy, used and begging for more. The chat lit up quickly with the usual usernames flashing across the screen: BigLoadBear, PussyWrecker42, SlutTrainerAnon. Messages popped up like “Show tits” and “Spread that pussy for us.”

Except her. So out it came. The story of Peter and me. The story of a capable successful woman acting like a sex-enslaved bimbo over a man who was divine in bed but a selfish, ten-timing monster everywhere else ... Once I’d started, I couldn't stop. Amongst the sobs and hiccups, I blurted out things I’d never told anybody. How if Peter smiled that filmstar smile of his 1 was putty. How he’d make me beg for more of his perfect Joy of Sex fucking. How he’d make me climax in a way so expert I half expected a judge to pop up and give marks for technical merit. And how afterwards — while my body still sizzled — I'd wish I hadn't been so ‘easy’...

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

I moaned softly, but my legs parted wider. “Marcus when we’re alone,” he corrected, pressing harder. “And we can. You’ve been fantasizing about this since the wedding, haven’t you? Every time you called me a controlling prick, you were dripping for my control.” He hooked his fingers into my panties and yanked them down my thighs in one rough motion. Cool air hit my slick, bare pussy. I was embarrassingly wet, my arousal coating my inner thighs. “Please…” I didn’t even know what I was begging for.

I sat there trembling, on the edge, more obsessed than ever. Later that night, alone in my room, I couldn’t stop. I fingered myself furiously to the memory of his touch, moaning his name as I came hard. But it wasn’t enough. I needed the real thing. Needed to feel Jayden Cross lose every ounce of that perfect control and fill me with his cum. He was mine. He just didn’t know how completely yet. The game had only just begun, and I was going to win by getting fucked senseless by my forbidden professor.

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.”

Felix gripped her hips with bruising force, holding her in place as he drove into her. Each powerful thrust pushed her closer to another peak, her already sensitized body responding quickly. "Touch yourself," Felix commanded, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "I want to feel you come around my cock." Wendy slid a hand between them, finding her still-sensitive clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation quickly rebuilt her pleasure, her inner muscles clenching around him as she approached another peak. Felix's rhythm faltered slightly, his control slipping. "I'm close," he warned, his fingers digging into her hips.

Merry had sex many times that night. She gave no chance for the man to escape out of her apartment. She made the man limp and surrendered to her. That night Merry was so passionate and energetic. Although her vision was a little blurry and she felt drunk, Merry could enjoy sex games most of the night. She was feeling excellent, and she had an overwhelming feeling of exhilaration all night long. She could see how much J. Carter wanted her and adored her. She even noticed ten other J. Carters in her room, apart from J. Carter, who was on her bed. That night she felt like the queen of the universe.