The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Sitting behind my office desk, I watched as Carlotta left the office, patiently waiting for Gina Delucca to come back inside. With the inner door wide open, I had a straight line of sight to the front door of the office, and out into a bit of the parking lot. Occasionally I could see a curving portion of Gina’s ass at the edge of the door frame—she must be standing profile while talking with John.

That was one fabulous ass, and apparently an experienced and welcoming one. And on the other side of being hypnotized, she might be standing where she was right now in a very deliberate way, knowing that I’d have a line of sight for checking it out.

My phone pinged a text and Grace immediately came to mind, but when I glanced at the screen I saw Rosita Bello as the sender.

Thumbing the message open, I read: Dying to introduce you to Ruoya, my friend and business partner. Tonight would work, or maybe this weekend? Will send a few photos soon!

I laughed out loud—when it rains, it pours. And the way she had phrased that, the “dying to” part… I’d just bet she was dying to, maybe even getting wet while picturing all three of us together, slippery and naked.

I was absolutely certain that I’d be boning Gina Delucca all night long tonight. Saturday night?, I texted back.

I put my phone down and it occurred to me that if I had tonight and Saturday night planned out with hypno-fucking, I was giving up on both nights as possible Mira encounters. Also, if Mira came to worship at the tower of my hard cock on Sunday morning, I’d have to make a point of being there, rather than lingering too long with Rosita, and perhaps Ruoya.

This was my new sexual landscape, wasn’t it? Mira’s drive-by fuckings were close to being completely unpredictable, and I wasn’t going to sit on my ass at home, just hoping.

The outer door opened, and I watched as Gina left the sunlight and headed straight for me, her body giving off entirely different signals than when I’d first seen her only an hour or so before.

“Maybe you really are some kind of miracle therapist,” she said, outright plopping herself into the client chair opposite me. “I just ended things with John out there, and not in the way we’ve ended it before. I’m done with all the hiding and the pretending at work, all the lying and slinking around. He’s married and he’s going to stay married, and it’s not my problem if he can’t get what he wants from his wife. I’m single, and I’m…”

She stopped herself, regarding me in an odd way. It was a very sexy way. Curious, I asked, “What are you, Gina? You don’t have to answer of course; I’m not your therapist. But if—”

“No, you’re not my therapist,” she said with an almost Doctor Evil grin. “What I am is I’m fucking hot—you can’t even imagine how often I get hit on, every single day.”

She took in a breath to continue, and I decided to put a little jet fuel into her tank. “Maybe I can imagine,” I said. “You’re lovely in the extreme. Breathtaking, actually.”

“Ohh,” she said as a sudden outpouring of breath, simultaneously crossing her legs. Her mouth opened, then shut, and she moved her ass in the chair. “I work at it,” she said, her voice a little thick. “The face is genetics, and the same for my body up to a point. But I really enjoy working-out. John called me… Maybe I shouldn’t say…”

“Please do.”

“His fitness fuck. And I liked hearing that. I liked it a lot.”

She was heated up some already and I wondered—with the right immersion suggestions bubbling inside, could I talk this woman into an orgasm? Some people had a thing for dirty talk, or being scolded; those were recognized fetishes. This woman was proud of her workouts and how they shaped her body? For a few seconds I pictured myself with my head between Gina’s thighs, not even tonguing her pussy but just going on and on about how fit and sexy she was. And why stop there—maybe I could tell her clit how beautiful it was, and how incredibly explosive it was, and the thing would listen intently and vibrate insanely, all the way to a touch-free eruption.

My next words were less directly targeted than that, but I knew they would hit home. “If I may say so, it’s obvious that you never skip leg day. Or if there is such a thing, ass day. You’re just… Wow.”

She blinked a couple of times, then cleared her throat. Lifting her left leg, stretching it straight like she needed to remind herself how beautifully muscled it was, she said, “I think John kind of worshipped my legs. Although honestly, he did worship my ass even more. But he’s history now. I’m free, and available again to… Well, I’m not free to just anyone. I have to desire them.”

“When a woman as stunning as you chooses someone, they must feel enormously lucky,” I kept the hits coming.

She squirmed in the chair again, bringing the lifted leg back to earth. “You must think you know so much about me,” she said, eyes narrowed with a hint of slyness. “Or you think you know things about me. All I know about you is that you’re John’s therapist, and that’s not fair, is it? It’s not equitable.”

She turned her head this way and that, looking around the office space. At the same time, she shifted in the chair again, in a way that drew her skirt a little higher up her thighs. It wasn’t a pornographic gesture, but it sure was headed in that direction.

She brought her focus back to me again. “Even the way we’re facing each other, me exposed and you mostly hidden by that huge desk… That’s part of the dynamic in here, isn’t it? Your patients bare their souls and you conceal yours? I’ll bet you love that about being a therapist. You end up knowing all the nooks and crannies of your patients’ lives, while they know jack-shit about yours.”

I shrugged. “Guilty as charged. Although once again you’re not my client, so—”

“Not your client, right. So listen, I feel like everything started here on the wrong foot. I was angry about what John was telling me, and I guess some of that got aimed at you. But now… Can we push a reset button? Start fresh?”

I smiled, and looked at her tits for a couple of seconds like they had the buttons I wanted to push. “Gladly. How would you like to begin?”

“You keep looking at my tits.”

Apparently we would begin with bluntness. “I’m sorry if—”

“I think my legs are even better. And my ass is best of all.”

“I… um…”

“Yum? Yummy indeed!” She looked at my desk, not my face. “You want a new beginning? Why don’t you stand up and come out from behind that stupid desk?”

I was fully hard, and seeing me that way was going to get her engines humming even more. “Gina, that’s…”

“Gina says!” she spoke faux-officiously, like a bossy child. “Stand up, now, and come out from behind your desk. Don’t make me go over there and pull you out.”

I made myself look reluctant, or perhaps embarrassed, then stood. After a couple of seconds of hesitation, I made my way around the desk until I was standing just a few feet from her. She was still sitting in the plush chair, which had my bulge pretty much at the level of her face.

Who knows what Gina’s natural reaction would have been in a situation like this with no hypnosis. Having taken an air-pump to her fetish about big dicks, then tying my erect penis to her levels of sexual neediness, she stared right at my groin and whispered, “Oh fuuuck, I knew it!” She gulped, her throat moving before she said, “So the good doctor…” Speech stopped, and her left hand reached towards my pants, but hesitated.

I could smell her like a tidal wave now, and I knew she wasn’t going to be able to resist. Speaking low, I said, “Gina, nothing even remotely like this has ever happened before at my workplace. Maybe because I’ve never had a woman in this room who’s even a tenth as sexy as you are.”

I couldn’t even be sure if she’d heard the lie, but the hand that had been paused a few inches away came forward with insistent speed. She greedily felt me through the fabric of my pants, her fingers working out the extent of my shape. “You’re a fucking forest there!” she exclaimed. Then, in a shakier voice, “No wonder your desk is so big!”

I could have laughed at both statements, but instead took hold of her hand and used it to pull her to a standing position, wrapping her into me and kissing her. It was a light kiss at first—keeping up appearances. I tried to emulate uncertainty, as though I could barely believe anything like this could be happening in my office. Her greedy mouth didn’t give one whit about professional ethics, as she made our tongues dance forcefully.

I leaned back to whisper, “You are so fucking beautiful!” which brought Gina’s tongue back in, hungrier with a hand digging into my pants.

“Shit, you’re…” she breathed, her fingers centipede-ing the length of me. “Oh fuck!”

I had a hand up her skirt now, and without any warning I thrust two fingers into her slit. She was incredibly hot and wet, and I was losing control of my own narrative, ready to sink to my knees to pull her panties down.

Only I ed in a jolt of panic that she had been the last one to enter the office from the outside, which meant the outer door was unlocked.

“Wait, no!” I protested, pulling her hand out of my pants and stepping back. “Gina, I’m dying to, but sex in my office? I just can’t—“

“At my place, then! Dinner there, or… Just follow my car!”

Back on track, with a glance towards the outer office easing any worries that Carlotta or some wayward client might be standing there, I decided to screw with her mind a little more, just for fun.

“Gina, you’re gorgeous, simply gorgeous. But we don’t even know each other and I—”

“Bullshit! My juice is on your fingers! My hand is hot from your meat! I’d say we know each other pretty damned well!”

She could be the captain of a debate team with that kind of logic. I looked past her to the front door again, thinking I should usher us both towards it, but she wasn’t done.

“I’ll bet anything John talked about what I’m like as a lover. Did he? Because then you’d know I can be a fucking animal in bed!”

“He… I can’t say what—”

“Doctor-patient secrecy, blah blah. Did he describe what I like to do with these?”

It was stunning how fast her blouse was up to her neck, bra included. Her tits were stunning, huge and close to perfectly round, with areolae that were slightly more tanned in color than those of any woman I’d ever fucked. And then her abdomen beneath the tits, holy shit! Even Joyce’s six-pack hadn’t been this pronounced, and I was a sucker for the contrast between all that muscle and the completely smooth flesh of her breasts.

“Sold,” I said without hesitation, my dick twitching its confirmation.

Gina had a two-bedroom apartment in a mini skyscraper three blocks from the river, with a parking garage underneath. She directed me to one of eight visitor parking spots, and I wondered if this was the exact location where my client, John, had parked his car when he fucked her. She certainly had the routine down, whispering to me as we waited for the elevator that there were cameras everywhere, including the elevator and hallways. She advised that we keep our hands to ourselves until we were inside her apartment, but I couldn’t behave completely. On the ride up, standing side by side, I leaned and whispered into her ear, “You have an incredible ass.”

She drew in a sharp breath and stood a half-step closer, her hip just about grinding into me. “Your voice is hot,” she whispered. “You should do voice-overs for porn videos.”

The scent of pussy was in the air, and surely no security company had invented arousal sensors yet. When the elevator doors opened on the fifth floor, I fell a couple of steps behind Gina on the way down the carpeted hallway, tasting her smell while watching the sway of that fine ass and the heart-shaped bulging of her calves.

I stood extremely close behind her as she unlocked her door. “Anyone ever tell you that you have world-class legs?” I whispered, having decided on the drive over that I was going to compliment this woman halfway to orgasm.

With athletic suddenness and strength, she grabbed my arm and pulled me inside just as the door opened, and she had a hand down my pants before the door slammed shut.

“Fucking fuck me!” she insisted in a voice caught between a shout and a plea, applying pressure to my meat.

With her other hand working at my belt and pants, I ed in the stripping by pulling her skirt down. Switching gears to remove our own clothes, we were both completely naked in just a handful of seconds.

“What the fuck!” she said in a tone that was more statement than question, staring wide-eyed at the long and thick extension that was my throbbing dick.

“What a fucking body,” I said in return, and not just to pull her triggers.

She grabbed my hand and tugged me towards her bedroom like we needed to win some kind of race. I drank in the details of her anatomy along the way, thanking my lucky stars that a client’s misdeeds had brought me a woman with a physique like this. She was put-together like a flesh and blood Greek statue, lithe and supple and voluptuous and ripped all at the same time, with breasts that bulged and an ass that bulged even more.

I was caught completely off-guard when she shoved me onto her bed. I toppled and before I’d even stopped bouncing she was on top of me with her boobs smothering my face, a hot hand guiding my cock to her pussy.

I could have left things alone and simply enjoyed what promised to be some energetic fucking, but why do that when I could pluck immersion strings that could make her hornier and hornier?

“God, I love your body!” I gushed. “Your boobs are fantastic! Your muscles are fantastic! Your… Jesus!”

For a second I thought she’d slipped my cock-head into her ass, because the fit was so tight. But no, this was my huge-ass dick challenging the structural integrity of extremely tight vaginal walls, with the penetration causing Gina to repeatedly scream-grunt her pleasure.

“Fuck, what an incredible pussy!” I managed to get out, wondering if we both might come before I was even halfway in.

She made abstract sounds, sometimes breathy, other times more throaty like choked roars. Then, “I’ve never…” she began, before going silent for several seconds. Then, “AhhhhGod!” came out suddenly, as she moved her pelvis to absorb another inch or two of me. “AhhhhGod I… AhhhhGOD!!!”

I felt the warmth of her release, bathing the outer half of my cock inside her, and was taken on a weird kind of joy ride as her entire body shook. She made another strange expulsion sound as her waist and hips jerked violently, which made my dick slip out of her.

She kept making wordless vocalizations, twisted gasps and groans, and I had the sense that she wouldn’t be very functional for several minutes. I hadn’t come yet, my cock ready for further action, and I spotted a jar of lubricant sitting on her bedside table. Without hesitation I reached for it, simultaneously turning the woman onto her side.

“I want to be inside your perfect ass,” I whispered right into her ear, dipping into the jar and turning my cock into a super-greased monster.

Sounds came out of her that I interpreted as, “Oh God do it!” unless it was, “I can’t do it!” Any confusion was answered by the way she arched her body at the middle with her ass cheeks sticking up and out, her hands reaching back to pull at the flesh around her anus, opening it for me.

The woman’s back was beautifully muscled, and with the tight waist and flaring of her hips she was like an athletic cello or violin. Boldly going where this flesh-rocket had never gone before, I carefully aligned myself with her offering, the size differentiation making it all look like a ridiculous task. I took heart from ing her hypnotized voice, describing her bliss at being filled and stretched. It was this knowledge that had me continuing to push farther in, even if only a little, when she began to groan loudly, intensifying into almost bellowing sounds.

I couldn’t keep quiet either, the sensations of having my cock squeezed this deliciously getting to me. The sounds coming out of Gina’s lungs were unlike anything I had ever heard during sex; they were very wet, like she might be poised to have another orgasm that originated inside her vocal cords. I pushed in a tiny bit more—at most I only had four or five inches inside of her so far—and her entire body began to vibrate, a wail coming out of her that morphed into language thick with saliva.

“I can’t believe…”

“Touch yourself,” I demanded, knowing her secrets. “Together, we’ll make you come again!”

I couldn’t really see her finger action on her clit, but I sure did hear it in her breathing. Sharp wet breaths became helpless-sounding squeaks, and I pushed in farther.

“Oh shit, this is…”

I could feel the furious clit-action making her entire body quiver, and then the screaming orgasms again, this time with her ass clenching and unclenching on my cock-head. Her screams escalated and so did the rapid-fire pressure changes, and then I was grunting my own release. With the extra wetness I slipped out of her, with another spurt from me painting a gestural doodle on her left ass cheek.

We became an entwined heap on her bed, Gina continuing to moan with her body jerking every now and then. My head was at her waist and I found myself hugging her ass and hips, feeling the muscular solidity and the heat of her body.

I lay there in the fog, my mind floating. One train of thought had me wondering about fate, or luck, and my old girlfriend Joyce. Gina’s body was similar to Joyce’s in some very important ways, with the workout muscles and the tits. Actually, Gina was an upgrade in both respects, but it was their most important difference, with Gina very much appreciating the size of my cock, that had me questioning why I’d stuck with that old relationship for so long.

What a waste of time and energy that had been, when there were women like Gina who were even more beautiful, craving what I had to offer.

Those thoughts morphed into a different question—what if I’d met Gina, or some other work-out babe like her, earlier? It could be that I wouldn’t have been so driven to bed Mira, and that would mean I never would have learned the immersion technique, discovering my uncanny talent with it.

I’d bet anything I could instill a size fetish inside almost any woman. Or—this was a thought I’d never had—what if I gave a woman the sensations, almost like a hallucinatory experience, that her clitoris was literally expanding while being stimulated by my tongue, or when her pussy was being drilled by my meat?

With the urgency and the way our bodies had been configured, I’d barely gotten a glimpse of the woman’s pussy, and I wanted to see it. Lowering my head I kissed her thigh, and pushed her left leg to spread her legs just a little. The intensity of the sex smells went up a few notches and there it was, a very beautiful and very drenched pussy, looking somewhat petite or innocent when framed by so many pronounced muscles.

I knew I was going to drive my rod inside that pussy again tonight, just as deep as she could take it. I also wanted the experience of my cock being mashed between her tits, shooting all over them. And no need to worry about this being a one-night stand when I could hypnotize her again and again, elevating her even further into the stratosphere of sexual intensity and dependency.

Yes, gods forgive me, dependency. I was going to see to it that parts of this woman’s psyche and physicality would always need more of my dick, the same dynamic I would want from every great-looking woman I hypnotized.

I also knew some attributes I didn’t want in my hypnotized sex partners. No vacant love-slaves for me, because I valued intelligence and self-determination too highly—mostly. The lovers in my life should all be able to function just fine in the world, pursuing whatever aspirations came naturally to them. It would be lovely to cheer on their interests and ions, as long as they knew, so deep at the heart of their sexuality, that my cock was their carnal Holy Grail. Dee’s idea of an erotic utmost was only a starting point—the lovers in my life were going to feel that engaging with my cock was their sexual ultimate, in every conceivable way.

I was extra-lucky in Gina’s case, in that she had a pre-existing fetish that was tailor-made for me. I was fortunate in other ways, too, in that she had secretarial and receptionist skills, and had arrived on the scene just when it made no sense to keep Carlotta on. Gina even had a history of fucking a workplace colleague, so it should feel just fine for her to get repeatedly boned by her new boss.

How much longer we both lay there recovering from sex I really couldn’t say. Long enough that I pictured Gina entering my inner office wearing several different fuck-me outfits, literally desperate for my meat. Long enough that I pictured her on her elbows and knees on top of my desk, offering a menu of holes for me to fill. Long enough that the thought came to me that I should install some sort of sound-proofing in my office space, so I could fuck Gina and a whole string of future clients in there without having to worry about the noise.

Those thoughts were interrupted by the here-and-now Gina, sighing and giving my left thigh a squeeze.

“I’ve never…” she said softly, the third or fourth time she’d uttered those words without finishing.

“Your first time with a therapist?” I played with her.

She shook her head before repositioning her body to stare at the ceiling. “Girth,” she whispered next.

I kept silent, knowing there wold be more.

“I love girth. Being stretched.”

She was a woman who knew herself.

“Have you ever been to a state fair, where they have prizes for the biggest pumpkins or the fattest pig, that sort of thing?”

I thought I knew where this was going.

“I’ve only been filled like that by a sex toy, never the real thing. I have a kink for that. A strong one.”

She paused there, like I might want to express surprise or some other emotion after she’d just itted to having a size fetish. It was old news to me, so I stayed quiet.

“And going at my ass… No one has ever figured me out so quickly! You turned me part animal or something, like… I can’t even describe what it did to me!”

What she couldn’t find the words for were her first immersion-fueled climaxes. I smiled, thinking that only a few hours ago she had been another man’s lover, with luck and hypnotic mischief bringing her into my clutches. Now, further manipulations could make it so she’d never have anything but super-intense mind-blowing orgasms, every time we fucked.

And fuck it, why wait to put my thoughts into action? Placing a hand on a bulging thigh muscle, I said, “Gina, don’t laugh, but I want to try my relaxation technique with you again. You’re bound to be more relaxed after sex, so maybe I can do better with it this time.”

She did laugh, just a single expulsion of air. “I might become an amoeba if I get any more relaxed. But sure, go ahead.”

I wasted no time, placing a pillow under her head and straightening her out. I sat cross-legged on the bed right next to her and she closed her eyes when I asked her to. The sound of my voice took hold and carried her inside her body, into that totally open place where I could re-shape her mind.

Drinking in her physical attributes while she lay there, it hit me again how she really was like Joyce in so many ways, only an upgrade. Her facial features were totally different; they were more exotic and more carnal. But when it came to her body, she was similarly dedicated to keeping her physique in tip-top form, and her tits were pretty much the same size and shape.

Gina was also a bit petite like Joyce, something like three inches above five feet tall. Strange, that in being so similar in that way, Gina craved size whereas Joyce had never made peace with my dimensions. Different tastes? Different plumbing? It wasn’t idle curiosity that had me asking these questions; it was wanting to understand the workings of sexual preferences and impediments, the better to shape them.

In of shaping Gina’s behaviors, I found myself wishing I’d had a chance to write down all that I’d put into her at my office. No worries, though—I had already planted flags deep into her psyche that I could move around at will.

I began by instilling an unshakeable belief in her of the existence of an untapped sexual core within her body and being, with the power to bestow climaxes that would make even today’s feel insignificant by comparison. I had the language down for this now, making it so every hypnotized woman I made love to would have life-changing climaxes every single time they engaged with my cock.

And then, the unique arrangement I wanted for her: “Because you want and need Michael’s cock so badly, you need repeated access to him. You need to become an integral part of Michael’s world, making sure he sees your busty work-out body frequently, reminding him of just how exciting it is to have sex with you.

Because of this need, a plan is already forming in your mind to become Michael’s receptionist and office assistant. You believe you heard today that Michael’s current receptionist is leaving, and that he needs help, fast. You will offer to quit your current job immediately, to become Michael’s receptionist and secretary. The benefits of this to you are obvious—you won’t have to run into your old married lover, John, and you’ll be near Michael most days of the week. Frequent access to Michael means you can find ways to remind him of how gorgeous your curvy workout body is, and how eager you are to have sex with him.”

My cock was completely hard again, just inches from Gina’s left hip. I pictured her in my office, stepping behind my desk chair to offer a neck and back-rub at the end of a long day, leaning in so her tits pressed into my shoulders. If I got hard, I could just unzip my pants and pull my erection out, and let her go all sex-beast on it, using me to stretch whichever hole she wanted filled that day.

But I also needed to be careful. I was crossing all kinds of boundaries about what was allowable in a workplace setting, and I wasn’t so far gone that I’d allow people to witness any of that. I needed to add guardrails so Gina wouldn’t lose control at an inappropriate time, flashing her tits at me or just licking her lips in a suggestive way while in the presence of clients. Having a bombshell as my receptionist was fine; the impression that we shared body fluids in my office, not so much.

“Gina, while working for Michael you will appear to be a very proper and efficient receptionist. Michael’s entire business is dependent upon his reputation, and you would never do anything that could sully his reputation. No one can know that you and Michael are lovers. Privately, you will develop a fantasy about this, that you are like a sexual secret agent in Michael’s office, with no one but you and Michael having any clue as to how incredible the sex is when you two go at each other. You will dress in a way that does not try to hide that you have a sex-bomb body, but you will also look professional, tasteful. This is extremely important, Gina—go shopping if needed, to buy several form-fitting outfits that also look office-appropriate, to be worn on the days when Michael has clients. You will also work on some Wednesdays, when Michael has no appointments, and on those days you can push the boundaries with your attire, flaunting your assets to make Michael’s cock ache for you irresistibly.”

I pictured Gina sitting behind her desk in the outer office, looking so different than Carlotta but appearing to be just as efficient. And then when the coast was clear and I wanted it, on all fours on my office desk, her dangling tits polishing the wood surface while my cock drove into her ass.

With my dick fully erect, I continued. “Because of this need to keep Michael’s reputation spotless, you will be hyper-aware of just when his cock is truly available to you. Michael will give you the green light for flirtation and sex when he says, “I feel like the energy has been sucked out of me today”, or, “I’ve given so much to my clients today”, or, “My God you look so hot today”. That is when you know you are free to tease him to hardness, or otherwise show him how much you’ve been dying to have wild ionate sex with him. Until you hear any of those phrases when in the office, you will keep all your lust, all your sexual longing, bottled up inside.

You will want to have sex with Michael every single day, but you know this is impossible. A kind and intelligent man like Michael, blessed with a such a perfect cock, will want to have multiple lovers in his life; that is completely natural and correct. It will not always be easy on you, keeping so much desire contained within you, awaiting your turn. It will feel like hot molten energy is building inside, needing release.

But this is actually a gift, and it becomes another part of your fantasy. You are one of the chosen few who get to have sex with Michael, and every climax with Michael will feel earth-shattering to you. It is knowing how amazing it will feel that holds you together when you have to wait. You will suspect, or know, that Michael is having sex with other beautiful women—this could even happen inside his office while you sit in the reception area. You may feel envious, knowing that another woman is being given the gift of Michael’s cock; you are only human, after all. But going without it for a time means more desire builds in the depths of your sexual core, so when the moment does come when Michael says the magic words, and you know you can finally vent your pent-up sexual needs all over his cock… This is physical and spiritual Nirvana, Gina. Giving and getting so explosively, so searingly, is more than anyone else you know could even dream of, and you get it again and again, whenever Michael says the magic words.”

Could I be any harder? I wanted to wake the woman up and plow a new fucking hole into her body, but I felt too inspired to stop. My fresh idea, perhaps a revolutionary idea, needed to be explored and the words just came tumbling out.

“Gina, when you come out of this special state, you will see that Michael is hard for you again. You will need his cock filling your pussy, desperately, and you will discover that something amazing happens when Michael stretches your pussy with his cock—you will have the perception that your clitoris is growing larger with every thrust, like Michael’s cock is an inflation machine that makes your clitoris grow new nerve endings, new pathways and capacities, even new mass. Though you can know through logic or sight or touch that your clitoris is the same size as always, it will feel like it is doubling in scale and sensitivity, then tripling, and more and more until you feel you must have the largest and most sensitive clitoris in the history of the world. This is how you can climax so spectacularly, exploding with the immense concentration of all that is sexual within you. This is just one of the miracles you will feel when you fuck Michael, your kind and comionate and unbelievably sexy new boss.”

Her new boss’ cock felt like it might start spewing comets instead of sperm. Just hanging on I changed my tone of voice and gradually brought her back to consciousness.

When she moaned herself awake, her dark eyes were not quite focused at first. She met my eyes and I could see awareness sharpening, and I smiled. Which probably turned into a grin when her gaze shifted to my pulsing erection.

“Oh God, fuck the living shit out of me with that thing!” she roared, her legs opening wide.

It could be said that at the beginning, it was just missionary sex, no big whoop. But when I was about two-thirds of the way inside her and I began to thrust, everything changed. She warbled in a way that sounded delirious, and it kept intensifying the deeper and faster I went. She was so tight around me—the woman had a thing about being stretched and it was definitely happening, and it felt amazing.

But it was her wide-eyed raised-eyebrows expression of wonderment that gave away what was happening to her perceptions. She looked perplexed at first, unbelieving, the clitoral hallucinations I’d instilled beginning to rock her world

“This can’t be… How can…”

Because I made it so, that’s how.

I thrust faster and she lost the ability to form words, her gaping mouth and bent eyebrows saying everything. Then came deep animal grunts, and then she began to wail, her face turning crimson… No, she went crimson, seemingly everywhere all at once, and then her body bucked and her pussy vibrated, my dick bathed in the hot flood of a tremendous release. She was flat-out screaming now, her bucking hips taking my cock on an internal rodeo ride, one jerk of her hips so violent that I thought my dick was going to bend in half.

Perhaps mercifully, a follow-up jerk of her body made me slip out of her entirely, my cock almost purple with my own imminent climax. I aimed myself right at her tits and I stroked my cock-head against her left boob only a couple of times before I was spurting, decorating her tits and neck with a torrent of cum.

I felt a little lightheaded with my release, and collapsed beside Gina. The bed kept quaking and my ears were ringing, and the thought came to me that I might have to get a stuffed animal for my office that I shoved into this woman’s mouth anytime we went at each other.

One of Gina’s legs kicked me, a reflexive movement as another aftershock went through her, and that made me decide that I should remove the ceramic penholder from my office desk. My computer monitor was another question—I’d been thinking of scaling down to a laptop anyway, and now I had a good reason for making the change.

Change, everything continually changing… There were things about my life that I didn’t want changed at all, other than to have even more. That was pure greed, a trait I didn’t like in other people, but there it was. I’d always wondered how the super-rich could desire more money so badly when they had more than any sane person could possibly spend in a lifetime, but was I any different now?

Just go with the flow, I imagined my spent cock advising me. It’s not about how much you deserve, which no one can know, but how much the universe wants to gift you with.

Another sudden jerk of Gina’s body made me wince from being kneed—just how long could orgasmic aftershocks last, anyway?

The question bounced around in my sleepy brain like a pinball, making lights flash and bells chime. An answer arrived—when I could deliberately shape orgasms, I should be able to design a whole fucking menu of different climactic flavors and durations. Exerting that much control over my women’s responses might be more trouble than it was worth, but it wasn’t an absurd idea when my immersion hypnosis powers were becoming outright godlike.

Even when falling asleep that thought shocked me a little bit. It was not the voice of a super-inflated ego, though; it was a solid assessment of my new reality. I had all the attributes of a sex god, for the handful of women I’d slipped my immersion tentacles into.

A handful of immersion lovers was great, but I was hardly going to stop there. There had to be more, and I would find a way to get more.