Sexy Mind Control Stories Novels & Stories

“Beautiful.” “Baby?” She moaned. “Yeah, Elena. It's me.” I told her, and she whimpered. Even drugged and only half-conscious, she knew I was the one touching her. I began to finger-fuck her roughly while my thumb played with her clit. Her body rocked back and forth, making her t**s bounce and the bed squeak. She let out a cry when her p***y clamped down and she cum all over my fingers. Something about having her like this, having total control over her body, is very powerful.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

He stepped back, admiring me spread out naked for him. “Look at you,” he said, voice low. “Championship winner tied up and leaking for his rival. You’re addicted, aren’t you, Kai?” “Fuck off,” I shot back, but my cock twitched hard against my stomach. He was right. I craved this, his control, his roughness, the way he took what he wanted. I hated how badly I needed him now. Marcus stripped slowly, his thick cock springing up, already dripping. He climbed on the bed and knelt between my spread legs. “No more pretending. Tonight I’m breeding you until you can’t think straight.”

“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.”

Every once in a while, she'd pull off and gather a huge load of saliva in her mouth and let it fall in a wet goopy mass onto the head of my dick, then she'd rub it all around, and up and down my cock with both hands. So sexy. She was in a trance. But she never lost control. She had me on the edge of cumming, so close, oh I was so close. I began to get delirious; my vision was beginning to cloud over. My whole world was my throbbing, twitching, needy cock and my Anna's mouth, my woman's eager, wet, hot mouth, so skilled, so controlling. Break my brain, train my body. Losing control is good. My Anna is in control. She knows what's best for me.

" Huh. He’s saying he couldn’t keep up with the woman’s libido? I’m really starting to get curious about who this mysterious Mindy is. "Our sex life was a disaster," Maurice continues, "I couldn't satisfy her. Just couldn't. No amount of sex was ever enough for her. After a while, I had no dick left, Mindy was left unsatisfied, and sex became stale… so she came up with an idea. She started sending me nudes ‘to spice up our sex life’, she'd say. But those pics scared the shit out of me... I just knew I could never deliver what she needs."

Her lewd womb was hammered hard by his massive glans, the ring pressing against her sensitive entrance until both her pussy and ass continuously leaked fluids. He screwed her for nearly two hours straight. When he was finally about to cum, he roared and spurted deep inside her tender pussy. The fierce eruption of thick semen stimulated her so intensely that her vision flashed white. She squirted hard, her whole body trembling violently as her soul seemed to leave her body for a moment.

She enjoyed sex with multiple partners but was worried she was only thought of as a whore and a slut. After that night, she dated a couple of guys in the frat and a couple of other classmates but didn't have sex with them. She didn't want guys thinking they could date her just for the sex. Julie rejected a few offers from Ken to come party with them again. She was trying to control her urges but her mind still drifted to her wild gang bangs when she masturbated. She couldn't control her fantasies of taking on multiple guys. She stayed away from the frat house until just before midterms

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!"

he said, but it came out too broken to carry authority. “I thought you were here to help cleanse me.” “You are tempting me.” Her breath hitched. That was what she wanted. That quiet crack in his control. She slid her fingers through her folds, teasing her clit as she leaned closer to the screen. “I want you to imagine it,” she whispered. “How wet I am. Right here. In your confessional booth. How easily you could come through that door. Slide your fingers inside me. Tell me I’m dirty.” “I can’t listen to this.”