The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter 8

Macy practically sprinted towards Carter, her tit-flesh almost spilling from the corset. Her high heels clacked as she made her way, wiggling and jiggling in all the right places. She moved with urgency—yes—but also a sensual, sultry seductiveness.

His eyes practically bugged out of his head on seeing her rush towards him.

“Macy, what—mmfff!”

Carter’s question died as she pressed her lips—her fulsome, rich lips, to his. Her tongue poked out to lick the seam of his lips. The moist tip of her tongue touched his lips, flicking out, like a tiny tongue, to probe the dry, rough surface.

Carter kissed her back, his tongue slipping into her mouth. His cock was fully erect by this time, rigid and struggling to push against the tight fabric of his tros. Macy pressed herself against him, pressing her tits into his chest, her nipples heavy and erect.

Carter pressed her more firmly, against him, grabbing her by the hips. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, thrusting it against hers, drawing on it. Macy sucked the tongue that thrust into her mouth, purring with joy. Carter released his hands from Macy’s hips, digging his fingers into her ass, and gave a gentle tug, dragging her towards him.

She broke the kiss and placed one finger against Carter’s.

“Like what you see?” she whispered with a sly smile.

Macy knew he was turned on—his eyes were dark with lust and his breathing heavy.

“Macy, your tits. Your lips. Fuck me, they’re perfect. You’re the perfect slut, aren’t you?”

That citrus and lilac scent once more.

The perfect slut.

Citrus.

Lilac.

Slut.

Macy couldn’t control herself. She took a glance around the bar. It was practically empty—why would it be busier? It was only just approaching midday. One barman was idly cleaning glasses at the far end. The dark murk of the bar, even during the day, was pervasive. Macy considered it. Considered the desperate need that was growing inside her. She knew what she had to do.

There in the bar, she dropped to her knees and pulled down his fly.

“Macy!” Carter hissed, looking around in shock.

“Hush, baby, let these lips do the work,” she murmured as she reached into his tros and pulled out his cock. It stood powerfully erect in the spotlights, throbbing with need.

Macy paused. Her thick, fat lips were centimeters away from the throbbing tip. Was she really about to do this? With Carter of all people?

Well, she was a slut. She was a sex-crazed whore. She wanted to flirt and please men. It was chauvinistic but she was going to do it anyway. She could think about all the feminist implications later.

Trembling in anticipation, she opened her cockpillows wide and sucked down Carter’s pulsing, purple cockhead.

“Ah!”

Carter gave a choked, guttural moan as he sank into her mouth, his cock sinking all the way to the back of her throat. He started fucking her mouth, his balls slapping the bottom of her chin.

Once the thick, hot length was in her mouth, instinct took over. Macy began to bob up and down, her lips rubbing against his shaft, her head moving jerkily. She could feel the weight of his balls, pressing against her lower lip, her lips wrapped around his girth. She sucked hard, then popped her head off, blew softly on the end, and looked up at Carter, delight dancing in her eyes.

She barely protested when he grabbed her head and pushed it down back onto him, increasing the pressure with his hands on the back of her head.

“Yeah, you like that, you whore? You want me to shove this fucking cock down your throat?”

Macy opened wider, taking him to the back of her throat. Her lips closed around the root of his cock. She felt his shaft shudder in her mouth.

“Ah fuck,” he whispered, gripping her hair tight.

Macy sucked hard on the base, bobbing her head up and down. Carter put both hands on her cheeks, pulling her face forward and down until her lips were wrapped around his massive member.

She felt Carter’s hands on her head, guiding her movements as she pleasured his cock. His hot shaft trembled under her ministrations. Her thick lips quivered as she slid up and down, up and down his thick punishing cock.

As her lips worked, Macy’s hands roamed over her body, stroking her sensitive tits. She popped them from her corset, pulling, mauling at her new, sensitive nipples. As Carter’s pleasure grew, so did Macy’s. She bobbed up and down his cock, groaning her own pleasure as her lips closed around the big vein on the underside.

Then, it happened.

Carter came. Macy felt him fill her mouth, then blast her insides. She bobbed faster, swallowing, drawing more out of him as her body danced under his. He came with a wild shout, his cock pulsing and pumping load after load of thick cream into her mouth.

As he did, Macy felt herself crest into an orgasm. A shuddering, wrenching, tight-ted spasm ran through her body as she sucked down his cum. Waves of pleasure swirled over her, heating her insides, and lifting her off the floor. Carter let out a final guttural moan and fell back on his back, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Macy felt his cock twitching and spurting. She wanted to keep swallowing but her lips were stretched too far around his shaft. Her mouth bulged from the effort. She couldn’t take any more. She dropped to her knees and licked Carter’s cock clean, relishing the taste of his thick, salty cum.

She sat up, lifting her head from his cock, and sat staring at him, her hair disheveled, her mouth salivating, her eyes lascivious.

He didn’t speak. Instead, he let his eyes rake over her body, and then slowly, intently, his eyes fell to her tits, bulging, hardened nipples on full display in the cold light of the bar.

“Oh, baby,” he groaned, reaching down to grab her hand. “That was so fuckin’ good. You must be the best fuckin’ slut in the world.”

Macy couldn’t help but agree.

“Hey, what the fuck!” A shout came from across the bar. “You can’t do that in here, you pair of fuckin’ degenerates!”

The barman was marching around the bar, baseball bat in hand.

“Get the fuck outta here!”

“C’mon. Let’s grab a taxi to yours,” Carter said, tucking himself back into his pants. Macy murmured something as she savored the last of his cum sliding down her throat. It wasn’t hugely intelligible, more of a moan.

Carter grabbed Macy by the arm and guided her out the door as she frantically tried to tuck her tits back into her top.