The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

When anyone first clapped eyes on Jenni and Frankie, there were usually one of two reactions. Women regarded the enhanced blonde and brunette pair with jealous contempt. Men always just stared, a sudden erection in their pants. The word that sprung to mind in both was ‘bimbos’. But that was a dangerous under estimation of these calculating career gold-diggers.

Jennifer and s met at college, and quickly became inseparable besties. The two pretty girls were both super clever, but also both lazy, quickly discovering that partying hard and getting a string of boyfriends to do the academic work for them was so much more fun.

It was a strategy that that was working fine for them until one Professor cottoned on and threatened to flunk the pair. Ironically that was when they learned the most important lesson college taught them.

They went together to see the Professor to argue their case. They pleaded, they flirted. They flirted harder, and when the Professor unzipped his fly, they happily sucked him off in exchange for an A-grade. As the randy older man eagerly pumped warm cum down the young slut’s throats, they both learned that leading men by their dicks to get what you wanted, was not just fun, it could be a career choice for an easy life.

So after College, instead of mundane jobs like all the other saps, the pair perfected a life of leisure, luxury and pampering thanks to a string of sugar Daddies. The trick they discovered was to act just slutty enough to promise the hope of the kind of dirty sex their wives or girlfriends would never do, but also just chaste enough to always leave them wanting more. A handjob when they craved a blowjob. A blowjob when they really wanted to fuck. Because when you had men by their cocks, their minds and wallets always followed.

And so a string of willing wallets had paid for enhancements and modifications to ensure the girls became the living embodiment of every man’s wet dreams. Again, the trick was to look like a horny slutty fuckdoll, without tipping over into the kind of full-on braindead bimbo who men assumed they could just dominate and abuse. No, their marks needed to know who was in charge, and that they could lose their dream girl to a rival at any time if their wallet didn’t stay open.

Naturally the girls both knew that all good things would eventually come to an end. There were always newer, younger models coming onto the market. Before too much more time ed, they would need to marry someone who could provide a big enough divorce settlement to ensure a comfortable retirement.

But they weren’t quite there yet, although their two current A-grade Daddies, who paid for their ading luxury apartments, would almost certainly fit the bill. No, for now, the girls still maintained a number of B-grade boyfriends for both variety, and to keep the two A-graders in line. The age old, treat them mean, keep them keen approach.

So it was, this Christmas, that two of the B-grade boyfriends found themselves lucky enough to be chosen to take, and pay for, the girls’ Christmas shopping trip.

Naturally the girls were regulars all year round at Harrisons, the poshest, most expensive, luxury Department Store in the centre of the city. And at Christmas, Harrisons’ opulent decorations, huge Christmas tree, ice rink and famous Santa’s Grotto were not to be missed.

After an expensive lunch at the store’s exclusive roof-top restaurant, and a bewildering number of presents for the girls, the hapless marks finally got some skin-on-skin time with the objects of their lust on the skating rink. Albeit only through several layers of warm winter clothing.

The evening was still young when they had finished skating, the men eager to take the girls home for a much fuller reward. But frustratingly, both girls were insistent they visit Santa’s Grotto first. Partly this was because Harrisons’ fabulous Grotto famously gave out expensive gifts, and partly the girls calculated that by u more time, they might only have to put out for a late night thank you hand or blowjob by the end of the date.

The boyfriends, perhaps starting to tire of being strung along, said they would wait at the ice rink for the girls, so they could have a Gluehwein at the bar, while Jenni and Frankie ed the queue inside for Santa’s Grotto.

At over 100 years old, Harrisons’ Grotto was world famous, claiming to be where ‘the real Father Christmas’ took up residence each year before his big day. Taking up nearly all the whole third floor in the Department Store, this Santa’s Grotto would have put any Hollywood blockbuster to shame.

It was funny though, if the girls, or indeed any other store regulars had ever bothered to give it much thought. While everyone knew the Grotto was only a temporary installation for a month on the third floor each year, they would have discovered that no-one could actually seem to exactly which shopping departments were there the rest of the year.

Although the queue was predictably long, it at least seemed to be moving steadily, stewarded by Santa’s little helpers, as Jenni and Frankie headed down ice tunnels closer and closer to their audience with Father Christmas.

At one point in the queue, Frankie felt a hand on her rear. Ostensibly helping move people along, she knew when a randy little Elf was taking a chance to cop a feel.

Harrisons’ Elves were all famously male and of limited stature. Normally neither woman would ever give the time of day to any minimum wage loser who needed to be hired for seasonal work just to get by. But queuing was dull, and it was Christmas, so Frankie leaned encouragingly into the hand to give it the full experience of her perfect hot ass.

Unexpectedly rewarded, the horny Elf appeared to scurry off. Perhaps she had made the little fellow prematurely ejaculate in his green and red stripy pants, Frankie laughed telling Jenni.

Finally at the head of the queue, on a nod from an Elf steward, Jenni, who had insisted on going first, rounded the corner into Santa’s Grotto.

As she entered, another Elf was just finishing whispering something in Santa’s ear, and he looked up at her with a cheery “Ho, Ho, Ho”. A classic white bearded Santa, dressed in his red outfit, sat on a large red throne, surrounded by presents.

“Come sit on my knee little girl” Santa continued, patting his leg, as if Jenni was still only five years old. But perhaps Claus was just a cunning pervert, as sitting on his knee allowed for a great view straight down her very ample cleavage of course.

That view, and perhaps the moment of sexy relief from the otherwise endless queue of children with their parents, was clearly exciting Santa. Jenni could feel the poor man’s cock growing beneath her. “I trust you’ve been a good girl all year” Santa continued his spiel ignoring his obvious arousal.

“Well Santa” Jenny leaned in, giving it her best dumb blonde bimbo sexy voice. “To be honest, I’ve been quite naughty most of the time.” And she let her hand move over his leg to give Santa’s growing erection a feel. Like Frankie, she normally wouldn’t give this hired minimum wage loser a second look, but she was suddenly feeling mischievous. Perhaps they could score a second premature ejaculation of the evening.

“Well, well” Santa continued smoothly, a true professional, seemingly unperturbed by the fondling of his erection. “Perhaps we should ask your friend if she has been naughty too” he added, nodding at the Elf discreetly waiting at the entrance, who scurried off round the corner to bring in Frankie.

Meanwhile, Jenni’s eyes were starting to widen at what her naughty hand was discovering. Santa was getting bigger and bigger. The guy wasn’t just well hung, he was enormous. She found herself giggling like a giddy bimbo airhead as Frankie ed them.

Jenni swapped knees so that Frankie could take her place, whispering into her friend’s ear as she sat on Santa’s lap, so that Frankie could cop her own feel of the huge cock. Frankie’s eyes also suddenly widened in surprise, and soon both girls were giggling like over excited school kids.

With an equally mischievous glint in her eye, and a firm handful of cock, Frankie recovered her composure enough to purr, “Is it true Santa only cums once a year?”

“Why don’t we find out” he replied, standing up and starting to unzip, as the two giggling girls knelt expectantly before him. It suddenly felt like Santa was towering above them like some god-like figure. But their focus was firmly elsewhere as he pulled out the biggest cock they had ever seen. More like a horse, or a bull, it even had the flattened head of a beast. And although there was no financial gain to be had, both women couldn’t stop their salivating mouths from blowing it.

“Hoe, Hoe, Hoe” Santa chuckled as the sluts tag teamed his cock, each taking quick hungry turns to suck it for three or four deep thrusts. “Santa loves his sluts. Two perfect braindead bimbo fucktoys, learning that Christmas is all about giving and receiving. You freely give yourselves to any man, and you receive his special gift of hot cum in every slutty hole.”

It felt as if Santa’s words were drilling into their heads, filling their minds, even as each thrust of his cock down their throats was pushing their old gold-digger selves out.

“Now girls we can’t hold up the rest of the queue for long” he announced, taking his monster cock into his own hand to quickly finish himself off. “Hoe, Hoe, Hoe” Santa rumbled again as he shot huge loads of thick addictive cum down each whore’s throat.

It was like their Master’s cum wasn’t just filling their stomachs, it was filling them completely. Mind, body and soul.

The Old God looked down at his newly minted sluts. Some might scoff at what he had become. What he had needed to do to survive. But Claus was still here, long after the other gods had vanished, forgotten. And it was moments like this, moments of the old worship and domination, which made all the rest of it worthwhile.

Santa Claus quickly rearranged himself, as the Elves led his two new worshipful obedient sluts down the exit, and the next waiting set of parents and children were ushered in.

The Elves let Jenni and Frankie out through the Store’s rear entrance, so they could ditch their loser boyfriends still waiting out front. Both girls were eager to hurry home so that they could begin serving Santa.

As they left, one of Santa’s little helpers handed each woman a special gold goodie bag, much more opulent looking than even the usual fantastic Grotto gifts. Jenni and Frankie were delighted to discover inside vouchers for free cosmetic treatments. As soon as the holidays were over, they would use them for the biggest tits and inflated lips they could get. It was important that every man should be able to instantly recognise them as Santa’s free use bimbo sluts.

But best of all in their special Grotto gift bags, each slut had a realistic Santa dildo. A faithful replica of their Master’s beast like bull cock. They couldn’t wait to get home and start fucking their eager wet cunts with Claus’ monster cock dildo for all to see.

They went back to Jenni’s apartment, dressed in sexy Christmas themed lingerie, logged into the special ‘Santa’s Sluts’ webcam site, and started fucking their dildos.

Santa’s two newest Sluts were determined to show that they were fucktoys who would freely give and receive men’s cum all year round. That was the true gift from their new god Santa Claus. After all, a whore is for life, not just for Christmas.