Sexy Mind Control Stories Novels & Stories

I felt my ejaculation rising, pulling out I commanded her to kneeling, abd started cumming on her tits this time. We laid there, snuggled in the tight corner. Watching the stars through the window. Sex in the bus made it thrilling wild. I had totally forgotten my girlfriend. Over the weekend, at every chance we got, we had quickies in the hmbus when others hiked, dirty talks flowed between us. I would ask her you like being my little whore in the bus?” She would reply. “Yes daddy, use me.”

I felt exposed, vulnerable, and completely under his control in the middle of the room where millions of dollars were negotiated every day. "Open for me," he commanded. I didn't hesitate. I pulled my legs back, hooking my heels over the edge of the table, exposing myself to the harsh fluorescent lights above. Vincent stepped into the space I’d created, his body a wall of heat. He didn't use finesse. He didn't use a condom. He guided himself to the entrance of my heat and pushed in with a slow, agonizing force that made me cry out, the sound bouncing off the glass walls.

Panic sets in almost instantly as I remember I’m not wearing a condom and I’ve just shot a huge load of cum deep inside my teenage daughters best friend. “Shit, oh shit.” I gasp as panic consumes me. I try to pull out of Selina and stand up but she wraps her legs around me holding me inside her and smiling up at me. “Relax, it’s ok, I’m on the pill,” Selina tells me obviously sensing my panic. Her words help to defuse my panic. “That was amazing.” She says before leaning up to kiss me. “I really needed that,” I tell her smiling down at her with my softening cock still inside her.

“Right now the only thing I want to control is making you come screaming my name.” The sex was raw, angry, and intoxicating. He drove into her relentlessly, one hand pinning her hip, the other braced beside her head. Victoria met him thrust for thrust, her body on fire. Their mouths barely separated—biting, sucking, tongues stroking in rhythm with his cock moving inside her. Damien reached between them, rubbing her clit in tight, fast circles. “Come on, Victoria. Let go for once.” “Make me,” she challenged, even as her walls started fluttering around him.

Even ones that aren’t necessarily ideal to other’s preferences. It’s not like I have a type or anything. Just get off on the whole dominance of it all. Turning women into shivering, shaking, soaking messes is my ultimate turn on, no matter what form it takes. Sex is the one place I’m not Zen, and require full control to make women’s bodies do shit no one else can. ‘Prove it,’ the taunt comes when Sokin folds and a pretty gorgeous little blonde finds a seat in my lap… The room’s too full. Too warm. Too loud. Stifling.

She was shaking harder. "It's our secret." "Of course, he's seen you with a lot of slave girls today. Do you think he cares?" "I don't know." "If you take over as his dominant, he'll never have sex with anyone you don't want him to have sex with. You'll control him. You've seen how well behaved he is, how he gets an erection on command and cums when you want. He could be yours to control," I whispered. I touched the tops of her nipples and Regina orgasmed, shuddering strongly. I left the vibrator on. We still had a several seconds to go, maybe half a minute.

Jack forced himself to rein in the I-told-you-so smile threatening to break across his face. Too early to smile. He had to make sure he’d really reached her. “Because you need your biggest sex organ, your brain, involved. Vanilla doesn’t really do that. Dominance and submission can be a game or a way or life, depending on how seriously you play. But it absolutely keeps your mind engaged with your body. The promise of pleasure can be every bit as arousing as the pleasure itself—maybe more, as you found out from doing without a mind fuck tonight.”

With a few more grinds against my core; Sinclair falls beside me with s groan, and I stare up at the ceiling, my chest heaving. "I don't think we should go any further. I can feel my control slipping, and I don't think I can resist wanting to shred the remnants of your clothes if I continue to feel your pussy against my cóck. " he groans at his words, and a small smile graces my face at the words. I make him lose control. It's such a stupid thing to be excited about, but I do not care about that. At least now, I know I'm not the only one who feels like having him inside me. And I can stop feeling stupid for it.

This is it. I was about have sex on my kitchen island with a man I met a few days ago. Nothing crazy about that of course. I tried not to think about it too much, so I mainly focused on my body and how much on fire it was. Tristan was a great kisser, that's for sure. The way he gripped the back of my neck with one hand and my waist with the other drove me crazy. The way he moved his lips in a rhythmic manner on mine pushed my feelings to a certain ecstatic high that was enough to drive me insane.

The raw power we held over him — this strong, dominant man reduced to trembling need — was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced. We pushed him past every limit. Double-teaming him with our mouths, then riding him in tandem. Madison on his cock, me on his face, switching, grinding, slapping, kissing. The room reeked of sex and sweat. His muscles strained against the chains, veins bulging, body glistening.