The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter 9

In the back of the uber to Macy’s, they were a tangle of limbs and lips and tongues. Carter’s hands went to Macy’s ass as they made out ionately. She ground her cunt into his leg as she explored the bulge in his pants. He moaned softly, opening his tros and releasing his engorged cock.

As the taxi pulled away, Carter’s hand reached between Macy’s legs. He probed her pussy, his fingers penetrating her with ease. She gasped, grabbing his hand. He slid two fingers into her wet heat. She moaned.

Macy was entranced as she felt Carter’s finger trace her wet slit, circling her clitoris. She bit her lip, and then pulled away. Carter held his finger between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing it up and down her lips. She gasped as he pushed into her, his thick finger sliding into her core.

“You are so fuckin’ tight,” he whispered. He began to thrust his finger in and out, in and out, in and out. She hummed with pleasure as his fingers continued to slide in and out of her pussy, her body warming and lubricating with his juices.

She reached up, unbuttoned his shirt, and began to run her fingers through his chest hair. She ran her lips and tongue over his lips, pushing her breasts into his chest.

Macy’s hips quivered as Carter started to thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy faster, pounding in and out of her, driving his fingers deep inside her. Her pussy quivered as he pushed his finger in and out, fucking her tight hole.

Macy was on the brink of orgasm. Her hips writhed, shivering as she let out a low moan as her pussy pulsed around his fingers. She kissed him, her lips crashing into hers.

“Hey! Hey! Not here, not in my cab!” Their uber driver’s voice rang out, harsh and cold. Carter immediately pulled his fingers out of her and pulled his shirt back into place.

Macy grabbed the roof of the cab, breathing heavily as the cab pulled out into traffic. She had to cool down. She had to get control of herself. Carter put his arms around her, holding her close as he leaned her head on his shoulder.

“You know Carter, us doing this, it doesn’t mean we’re together. Like, together together. You know what I mean?”

“You want to be free, is that it?”

“Well, sure,” she said, her fingernails tracing circles on the back of Carter’s hand. She could feel his heartbeat pounding with lust against her head. It matched her own. She did want to be free. She wanted to fuck Carter, sure. It would make both of them happy. But she wanted to fuck so many people. So many cocks. So many pussies.

“Only,” Macy began, her vision resting in the middle distance. “Do you think it’s feminist to be such a wanton slut? I think so. Like, it’s all about reclaiming your body, your feminine power at the expense of a man’s. Like, it’s about daring to own your sexuality. But maybe that’s just a lot of hot air. You don’t seem to have much to say about the joys of monogamy. Like, I want to try it out, but then, I want to fuck all the other guys who’d want me, too. Why is that so bad? Why can’t I just like the idea of it? I don’t see why it’s better to be afraid to embrace my own body when so many of the women I know seem just fine with owning theirs.”

Macy paused for breath. Two parts of her—the old and the new were trying to reconcile with each other, trying to find a way to be Macy, to exist with one another. “I think that the more slutty I am, the more feminist you could consider me to be. Don’t you think?”

Carter kissed the top of her head.

“Oh come on, Mace. We’re on our way to your house to fuck each other silly.”

Macy’s heart raced in anticipation. Her juices began to pulse at even the thought.

Carter continued, “You don’t want to think about feminism, do you? Don’t you just want to have a fun time with me? After all, women’s brains can’t handle too much thinking. I’m sure it overloads them or something.”

Citrus.

Lilac.

No thoughts.

Just fun.

Macy’s thoughts emptied. All worries about feminism, her body, her agency—they all slipped away from her mind like smoke drifting through a window. Silkily, her thoughts, her worries, and her anxieties were replaced with happiness, fun, and joy. Her mind was merely that, a vessel for pure pleasure.

Macy nestled into Carter’s body, wriggling into his grasp. She sighed with happiness. Her mind was a perfect jewel. Pretty and empty.

She drifted, awash in her lust and the shining emptiness of her mind, staring out the window of the uber as the suburbs flashed by.

Her hands drifted towards her crotch. Inexorably, inevitably, she began to stroke her pussy as her juices soaked through her panties.

It’s just so fucking hot.

She looked up at Carter.

“Can we, like, fuck now?” she asked, her eyes wide, vacant, desperate, empty.

“No, dummy. We’re in public.”

Carter slapped her hands away from her crotch.

Almost immediately they headed back there.

“But, I’m so horny, Carter, baby, so fucking horny!” she pleaded, almost on the verge of tears.

“I know, Mace, I know,” he replied, gently putting a finger on her lips, quieting her. “But we need to be more careful, right? I wouldn’t want to get arrested for lewdness.”

Macy bit her lip. “I don’t care if we get arrested, Carter, I really don’t. If I have to sit around in this prison-issue jumpsuit, my pussy will be happy, and that’s what I want. I just want to get fucked, baby. I want to fuck.”

Carter touched the back of her hand.

Macy smiled.

“I know you do. And I love you for that, you dumb, horny slut.”

Macy breathed deeply, trying to calm herself and calm her mind, but it was all too much. The only thoughts she had were lust-filled and aroused. Every time she tried to think about the situation she found herself in, the thoughts just... slid away. Trying to keep them in the forefront of her mind was like clutching smoke, like a fire. She couldn’t focus.

Carter smiled at her, amused.

“You’re just a dumb, horny slut now, aren’t you? Just a dumb, horny slut with a hot ass, big tits, and a plump fuckable mouth. What a great girl.”

His words only confused Macy more. The only thing she could do was agree.