The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Part 2

In her dorm room, Nisha tried to concentrate on the reading Professor Swinton—Carol—had assigned for the first Feminist Psychology course. It was about girls, sexualization, and self-esteem. It shouldn’t have been that difficult; it wasn’t technical. And it was an argument she was familiar with.

She was finding it hard to focus, though. The discussion of self-esteem kept irritating her. In theory, she agreed that women shouldn’t rely on men for a sense of validation, and that women were valuable in themselves, not as sexual objects.

In practice, every time she read the word “self-esteem” she felt a kind of ache at the core of her, an absence, a hole. And every time she read the word “sexualization” she felt her...hole. Men looking at her. Cocks hard. Needy. Damp. Needy.

She blinked. She shifted on her dorm bed. She felt her crotch tantalizingly rub against her jeans. Why was she so revved up?

It might have something to do with the course itself. Jun with her giant tits (who was Jun?) had not been in the class, but the other 14 or so women had all been uniformly stunning. And all dressed to kill. Brenda, a curvy Black woman, had been wearing a flirty little red dress with a neckline that would have been daring at a club. Moira, a blonde with firm trim breasts and a butt to die for, was wearing a tied off half shirt and a tight leather skirt that made Nisha want to roll it up to her hips. Debbie, the little Asian girl who’d sat next to her, was wearing a skirt short enough that rolling it up her hips would have been largely superfluous.

Nisha herself had just worn distressed jeans and a plain white t-shirt. Though the t-shirt was very tight. And she’d forgotten (forgotten?) a bra. She’d noticed Debbie noticing her tits. (Breasts? Tits.) The aureoles were clearly outlined.

Also her distressed jeans were very distressed. She hadn’t worn them in a while because they were a little indecent. It had felt right somehow though. To be indecent. So people could see she needed to be filled.

Carol, wearing a patterned shirt unbuttoned to distraction, had complemented them all on being good hot sluts. She’d moved around the class licking a collarbone here, hefting a breast there, bending Brenda over to fingerbang her just briefly. The incense had been heavy, pervasive. Nisha had breathed in and out, in and out. Debbie had watched her chest rise and fall. She’d made a little moan that had Nisha thinking of Debbie’s tongue in her own very wet snatch.

Then Carol had explained that they were all to do the assignment in a very special way. When they read “self-esteem” they were to how empty they were, how worthless, how they needed to be filled hard in all their holes with cock. And when they read “sexualization” they were to feel so hot and sexy, so wet, like needy little cock sluts ready for fucking.

She had them all play with themselves for a while. She had them play with each other too. Nisha licked her fingers. She could still taste Debbie on them, still almost smell that incense, filling her with emptiness and lust...

Nisha shook her head, and blushed. What was she daydreaming about? Something about Debbie and class... Maybe she really did need to get a girlfriend (or a boyfriend) if she was going to be so horny she couldn’t even do her homework. She felt a wave of self-disgust. She was such a fraud. She was never going to be a doctor. Just a slutty cock sheathe. Needed to be filled. The textbook swam in front of her. She found herself reading the word “sexualization” over and over again. It was pathetic (so hot needy little cock slut ready for fucking.)

She whimpered, not unlike Debbie. (When had she heard Debbie whimper?) Maybe, she thought, she should masturbate (fill her hole) and then she could concentrate better. Or at least feel better about herself. Filling her own holes with her own fingers didn’t exactly count, but it was better than lying here trying to understand what she couldn’t understand because she was a worthless hole who needed cock not words...

Without even really planning it, her jeans were at the foot of the bed, and she was pushing aside her black lace panties. She wasn’t sure why she’d worn them today, it just felt right to decorate her holes so people would want to.... The thought dissolved as her fingers stroked her lips. She was so wet. So ready. She slipped a finger inside. Then two. Her cunt jerked. Her whole being jerked. She imagined someone—maybe that distinguished, kind of sexy, Professor Lord from her Psych 101 class last year?—pulling out a hard, heavy cock. “Fuck me,” she said. Her fingers sped up. Her other hand rested on her nipple, which was tight beneath her shirt. She bucked. Her leg muscles were so rigid they felt like they were going to cramp. Her fingers felt so good inside of her. She thought about cock. She was on the edge...

There was a loud knock on the door. She was so startled she almost fell out of the bed.

She wasn’t expecting anyone. And she really wanted to come. Usually, she’d just ignore the door and finish. Whoever it was could come back. Finish and then go back to studying about sexualization. And self-esteem.

She didn’t want to study though. And it would be rude to turn someone away just to study and fuck herself. She should be available, she felt. Open. Her time wasn’t really valuable. It was important to talk to people who were more important because they might fill her up. Fill her holes.

She opened the door with her clit throbbing and her headlights even harder than they’d been when she was masturbating. Her roommate’s boyfriend, Dave, looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his head.

“Uh...uh,” he said. “Is Siobhan here?”

She giggled, making her tits jiggle deliberately. He wasn’t looking at them though, which was weird, until she realized he was looking at her obviously damp crotch. She’d forgotten to put on her pants.

It was embarrassing. But also kind of hot. He looked so flustered. She’d never really been interested in Dave before. He was a quiet computer science major who didn’t talk about much except coding as far as she could tell. He was cute enough, she supposed, if you were into guys, which she wasn’t (was she?), but he bored her, and she almost entirely ignored him when he and Siobhan were hanging out.

In other words, she realized, she’d been a real bitch. An entitled bitch. She should make it up to him. She should make it up to his hard cock.

She hoped it was hard. He was wearing loose pants so she couldn’t exactly see. She wanted to see though. If she could make it hard that would be...amazing. She felt her breathing speed up a little just thinking about it.

“Siobhan’s not here,” she said, giggling, cocking her hip, twirling her hair. " But...maybe she’ll be back soon? You can come in and wait if you want?”

She was really worried he was going to leave. He made some noises about leaving and not bothering her, his eyes shuttering back and forth between her chest and her legs. But she insisted. She got him sitting on the small couch in the tiny cinderblock dorm room. She asked if he wanted water. She made sure to bend at the waist when she got it out of the small fridge. She wished she were wearing heels, but she gave her hips as much of a sway as she could walking towards him. Then she sat down right next to him. Their legs were touching.

The made her feel warm. Complete. Like she was doing what she was meant to. She imagined unzipping Dave and fucking his huge rigid cock. She sighed

“This is nice, isn’t it?” she said, patting his knee. Or a little down from his knee.

He coughed, almost spitting up the water. “Nisha!” he said, his voice hitting a kind of desperate falsetto. He scooted to the other end of the couch. “Are you...uh...are you...high?”

When he’s moved away, the feeling of completion had left her. She felt empty again. Stupid. Vulnerable. Useless. “No,” she said. “I’m not high.” She paused. “Do you want me to be high?”

“No!” he said. He’d gotten up. He was heading towards the door. He was saying something about Siobhan. Something about...coding? Really? Here she was clearly just begging to be pounded until she couldn’t walk, and he was babbling about coding.

She was a failure as a woman. She’d fucked it up. He must not be hard. He must not want her. She felt sick to her stomach. She wanted to curl into a ball.

He had paused at the door. His words were a distant murmur. His eyes were still noticing her chest, though. Also her needy cunt. So needy. This was her last chance to get filled like she needed with cock.

“It was so good to see you,” she said, throatily. “I’ll...I’ll tell Siobhan...” Then, before she could think about it more, she gave him a hug. A friendly hug. A very friendly hug. He grunted. She could smell his lunch on his breath as she nuzzled into his neck. She lifted one foot off the ground so she could lean on him. Her panties were even damper. She crushed her rigid nipples into his chest. She felt something else rigid against her belly. Or really she felt it all the way up into her.

She’d gotten him hard. She had. With her tits. And her holes. She shivered against him, rocking so she could feel him. How could she have almost let him walk out without feeling this against her? She was worthless. She was a hole that needed filling with cock. She let her hand brush the base of his crotch. He shivered. Because of her. She felt closer to cumming than when she’d been finger fucking herself on her bed.

“Come visit anytime,” she managed to say through the lust and the need. Into his ear, tantalizingly near his lips. “It doesn’t have to be to see Siobhan,” she gave him a little kiss. A friendly kiss. Then licked his ear, which was strictly speaking not purely friendly.

He stopped talking about coding. He seemed to have stopped breathing, though she could feel his hand trembling on her back...drifting down to her butt. She wiggled for him. Then he and his cock and his coding were out the door. He backed down the hallway. She watched him leave reluctantly.

Inside the room, she leaned against the doorway after he’d gone, trying to figure out what had happened. She had tried to jump her roommate’s boring boyfriend. She had rubbed against his cock like a cat in heat.

She’d forgotten to put pants on. She’d rubbed against him in her soaking wet, horny panties, so thin it was like she was rubbing her slutty cunt hole on his rigid cock.

She felt terrible. She’d tried to fuck Siobhan’s boyfriend. She was a little worthless whore. A worthless whore who was so worthless she hadn’t been able to get cock inside her like she needed.

Her nipples were still hard. She rolled one against her fingers. Her left hand snaked down into her panties. She was worthless. She was stupid. She was out of control. She’d made Dave very hard. She thought about how rigid he’d been. She thought about feeling the outlines of his balls through his pants. She thought about him coming back, bending her over the bed, and fucking her furiously, just using her, like the hole she was. She imagined him hard and hot.

She imagined him droning on about coding. She imagined herself asking him to stop. She imagined him shutting her mouth with his hard cock.

Using her like a receptable. A waste disposal. A hole.

She came just about harder than she ever had in her life. She usually wasn’t loud during sex, and certainly not while masturbating, but she felt like the scream had been torn out of her.

Anyone ing by could have heard. Anyone in the next rooms, or the next, were going to know that she was a shameless whore hole that needed to be fucked.

She came again. And again, against her fingers. And again when she imagined Dave hearing her as she convulsed.

She didn’t get much studying done that night.

End Part 2