The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I must have thought that Julia would do something dramatic, because I was surprised when she slowly pushed herself up and positioned herself exactly as she had before, squatting above my towering penis with her upper body completely upright. I was treated to that same view again, of the washboard waist flaring up into those high and mighty tits, her legs spread wide with her massive thigh and calf muscles tensed and bulging, her extremely tight pussy hovering just out of reach.

She looked down at me with a gentle smile before closing her eyes with her head tilted slightly forward. Above the neck, she looked to me like a woman clearing her mind as she entered into a meditative state. Below her neck, she looked like the most vital and perfectly pumped fuck-machine to have ever lived, and my aching cock was almost painfully ready to go wherever the hell she wanted to take it.

Deliberately, precisely, she used a hand to align me with her opening, and with a little relaxing of her leg muscles, she brought her pussy down, just enough to slowly slip my cock-head and another inch or so inside. She felt somewhat different than before, just as wet but somehow more raw, or more meaty. Maybe it was a difference in texture after she’d come so powerfully. Or maybe I was different this time, more recuperated than before.

“Ah!” came out of my mouth, when something shifted inside, making my ass clench.

“Stay perfectly still, same as before,” Julia whispered, her expression remaining serene. “I’ll do absolutely everything.”

I wondered for about two seconds what everything would be, and then “Ah! Hah! Ah!” rushed out, because whatever had shifted inside the woman’s tight tunnel had shifted even more, and my stunned balls were on the verge of exploding into applause.

“What’s…” I managed to get out, before what I’d felt as some kind of shift turned into something else entirely. Happening? my mind sort of finished, as a wet gush of shocked air escaped my wide open mouth.

Julia squatted above me as still as a statue, and yet her vaginal grip on the outer zone of my cock just moved, significantly and artfully. It was like membraneous pressurized undulations, or sub-muscular soundless ululations, none of which make any sense when I try to put the sensations into language. My cock sure did understand, and with closed eyes my brain gave it a shot, conjuring images of the fibrillations of transparent sea creatures, and then the ultra-coordination of a centipede’s journey, or…

“Faaah!” came out next, which was meant to be “fuck!”, which I couldn’t even say because the sea creature centipedes had become the lightning-quick contractions of an entire marching band of inch-worms, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing, and not just mechanically in one place but in a fucking coordinated and twisting sequence.

“Yuh!” I think I managed next, and then came a whole string of attempts at expressing shock at the portentous energy movements scurrying to full attention within my body, all systems responding to the fire-alarms going off inside my dick.

My dick was being… pressure-milked? Eaten? Disassembled or rearranged?

Completely awakened.

Somehow it got worse, or better, or more serious. I was going to come and holy-hell I was going to come, and Jesus-fuck, I was being made to come!

It happened like it never had before, the tip of my cock and some hidden spot in the base of my ass coming together as one, launch-tubes aligning or even being created, with my brain aware but my body completely running this show. I saw lightning bolts on the screen of my inner eyelids and had the sense that what I knew as me was being completely absorbed by all of the energy coalescing in my balls, like consciousness had slipped in there, ready to be blown out.

There was sudden lifting, like fast-falling in reverse, and then I was blowing out, an explosive rush racing through my tube, feeling like there was enough launch-force to seed the fucking stars.

I exploded, and fell, and sank into an electrified tingling haze. I knew my legs jerked because they made with something, and there was a whining soundtrack to my emptied-out semi-awareness, which in time I recognized as a ringing in my ears.

I just lay there for a while, needing a time-out to even be sure that I knew who I was. The earth shifted around me… No, it was the bed, because I was lying on my back, on a bed. Warm light illuminated the curtain of my eyelids and a warm body nestled against my left side. My hand reached out and felt silky flesh overlaying a substance so firm that you could build skyscrapers out of it. I opened my eyes, and it was Julia nestled into me, my hand on one of her thighs. She’d turned on a bedside lamp, and I could hear the sound of raindrops on the roof above us.

“So you’re back? No more Earth to Michael?”

A granular “Ahh,” came out of my mouth, which I’d intended to be the word “I”. I cleared my throat, and tried again. “Here. Hard to speak.”

“It’s probably because you roared that way.”

I roared? I cleared my throat again. “I roared?”

“Definitely. Not like a lion, more like… I don’t know. I said people called me the Kraken because of my body? Maybe that was the sound of another Kraken, being emptied.”

I had no memory of that much sound coming out of me. All there had been was the feeling of the most intense load of my life being pulled out by the supernatural vibrations that had come to life inside of this woman’s vagina.

“Julia, I… I’ve never…”

“I know. Welcome to muscle-sex.”

“You’re…” I began, but didn’t finish because I didn’t know what to say. What she was, was the most stupendous fuck of my life, and something about that produced a quickening of my heartbeat that might be as much about anxiety as celebration.

“I’m a total freak of nature, yes,” she finished for me. “But so are you, and I’m not just talking about inches. See that up there, on the ceiling?”

I’d been staring at the ceiling but not really seeing it, and now I paid attention. The surface above us was composed of what I took to be tongue-in-groove slats, painted a pale gray. It was attractive enough, but I didn’t know what she wanted me to focus on.

“That glistening spot up there?” she pointed with her voice. “That glob is you. I released you half a second before you shot your load, and you may have set a world’s distance record. Because what is that, ten or eleven feet above us?”

I could see it now. Up there, some of it drooping slightly from gravity, was absolute proof that what had felt like the most potent orgasm of my life actually had been.

Julia fell silent, and I just stared up at that ceiling for a little while, letting my mind catch up to things that my body and my emotions already knew. Like the realization that this woman with a one-in-a-billion body also had an enchanted pussy. And what had she just done to me? My skin-flute had been played with genius-level muscle control, her interior tense/release-action harmonizing my hormones until my cock had exploded in a full spunkphonic crescendo.

And then I thought—had I just had, in essence, my very first yellow-sun orgasm? I had been coaxing more explosive power out of my hypnotized lovers’ brains and bodies, programming them into climaxes that were completely different in intensity than any that had come before…

And yet in my case, there was no programming. There hadn’t been the need for any hypnotic boost because the woman lying next to me could dole out otherworldly climaxes just by being so freakishly talented.

“You’re…” I began to say, and then stopped myself again. I’d been ready to say that she was my sexual utmost, a distinction that I’d thought belonged to Mira.

“I’m what?” Julia asked.

“I don’t even know,” I said, which was lame but the truth.

“And now you do,” Julia responded. “And if you’re able to recover in the next few hours, we can both find out all over again.”

My hand that was resting on her thigh pressed, and felt the epic solidity that defined everything about this woman’s physique. Her quad muscles didn’t feel like steel because they were warm and inviting, but just with her lying down, no tensing, they radiated astounding strength.

All of her was that way, other than the boneless mass of her huge boobs, fuck. She was so hardening everywhere else that I had mostly overlooked those two glories up to this point, and I had to wonder now if she’d ever given a tit-job or a blow-job even once in her life. Because, after experiencing the almost science-fiction wonderland of what could happen when even just a portion of a cock got swallowed and manipulated by her pussy, who would ever choose anything else?

I moved my hand down to one of her ass cheeks, so round and incredibly firm. It would not take anywhere near several hours for me to be ready for another eruptive thrill ride inside of Julia’s tunnel of love, and I told her so.

“Well someone here sure feels confident about his stamina!” she said in a teasing tone, pushing up on one elbow. “I have taco salads downstairs, and a choice of Negra Modelo’s or Spanish wine. We can refill our batteries, and after that… You just bring it on again, Mr. Hot Stuff, if you really believe you can.”

She should have had more faith in just how hot she was, because it only took something like forty minutes for me get fully hard for her again.

Downstairs in the small kitchen area of the carriage house, we ate lightly and drank sparingly, Julia’s legs showcased in her gym shorts again, braless now under the even-bread-gets-hard t-shirt. I discovered that it wasn’t easy for me to focus on simple tasks like uncorking a bottle or looking for silverware, because my attention kept getting caught on some portion of her anatomy.

She was so obviously short when we were standing side by side, and yet she was just blown, every bit the walking size-fetish that she’d described on the phone. Even when simply spooning food into bowls for the microwave, she moved athletically, looking like she popped muscle-inflating pills for breakfast, boob-empowering pills for lunch, and make-your-dick-ache pills with dinner.

While our food was heating, she turned to face me and said, “What I said up there, that I’d never come that intensely before… I wasn’t exaggerating, or just trying to make you feel happy. That was full-on amazing.”

I absorbed this, and ventured, “Right back at you. The fact that we should try to find a ladder to clean the ceiling…”

“I have this crazy idea.”

“Tell me.”

“It requires some sacrifice from you. And I can’t even believe that I want to extend this invitation. It’s not something I’ve ever done.”

She did look conflicted. “And this idea is?”

“Cancel any appointments you have tomorrow and drive to my studio in Maryland. I want you to see my paintings. Which, just saying, means you spend the entire night here with me, doing all the things we want to do.”

I had a moment of shock—just blow-off a full day of Thursday clients without warning? But even as rational thought confirmed the impossibility of it, my eyes were taking in just how freaking cute this woman was, on top of looking like she could force the outcome she wanted by going outside and lifting my car over her head, and tossing it into the woods.

“It wouldn’t be easy,” I said, because that was true. “There would be some upset clients, and—”

I stopped speaking because she stripped the puny t-shirt over her head, baring her incredible breasts. Her boobs were so big and so round, and the areoles at the center were the same, quickening my blood and making my cock tingle with anticipation…

“Michael, let me put it this way. I’ll be upset if you drive away. I guess that places you between a rock and a very hard place…” She lifted her right breast and tongued the nipple, elongating it. “Maybe I’ll just keep sucking my nipples while you make your choice.”

The tit-show and her emphasis on the word hard meant there really was no choice. Her physical attributes and fuck-talents were like catalysts that might have already changed my dick’s chemistry, and that had me replying, “I’ll text my office manager right now.”

There was a loveseat not far away, and I went to it and composed a fairly long text on my phone, telling Gina that I’d been pulled out of town suddenly, then giving her instructions about canceling and rescheduling clients. She might still be awake to get started on it now, or she wouldn’t notify anyone until the morning. Either way, an unplanned day off like this would cause some chaos.

Gina was still new enough that she might not be able to handle a disruption like this without a few hiccups. But the fact was, I didn’t care. Or, more accurately, I cared so much more about something else.

I also had no interest in any back and forth texting with Gina, so I silenced my phone before getting up and turning in the direction of the kitchen area. In mid-gesture I stopped in my tracks, cock-smacked my the fact that Julia had lost the gym shorts while I’d been texting. She sat on top of the small kitchen counter completely naked, her huge tits thrusting out and her astounding legs dangling. She had a hand between her legs, touching herself with her eyes a little dreamy.

A crooked smile was pure mischief as she asked, “Everything arranged?”

My cock inflated so fast that I made a sound like someone had punched me in the gut. This woman’s fucking body… An image of her wearing a bikini on a crowded beach popped into my head, and the stir that would cause. Then I had the bizarre thought that if someone invented a time-machine and transported Julia to Greece in the time of Plato and Aristotle, they would all think her a goddess and an entire civilization might suddenly get horny.

Pretty much on pure instinct, not really capable of thinking normally, I unzipped my pants and pulled my erection out for her to see.

That in-your-face brandishing would go horribly wrong in almost every situation where I had not previously hypnotized a woman into craving my cock. Julia was not most women, though; and the corners of her mouth lifted with her eyes completely locked on, never leaving the unleashed beast. I could see her swallow, and then the words, “Yes, you are definitely recovered.”

There was something in her voice that reminded me that this woman, though never hypnotized, came pre-loaded with a very powerful fetish to exploit. Running my hands up my length from base to tip, I said, “You’re going to have to take in a whole lot more of me this time.”

Julia’s face looked pained, or fearful, eyes widening and her eyebrows lifting. “I can’t! You’re too—”

This was her fetish. It was different than Gina’s, who just had a thing for big equipment. With Julia, it was the physical impossibility of a complete interior coupling that got to her. She would never be able to get anything more than a slice of my meat inside her vagina, and that mismatch of big-ol’—dick to too-tight-tunnel was exactly what got her fired up.

Believing I’d cracked her code, I narrowed my eyes and said, “You’re going to take in at least half of me this time. Actually, I want even more.”

“That’s impossible!”

“Let’s do it anyway.”

“But I’m tiny there and I can’t… You’ll rip me apart!”

“A rip-roaring ultra-fuck that sends you to the hospital, then,” I said, and this time I tensed so my meat bobbed in agreement.

“Oh!” she cried out, folding forward at the waist. For a couple of seconds it looked like she might faint onto the floor, but then she straightened, her face defiant and her fists clenched, extreme arm muscles pronounced. Christ, it was beginning to look like she might go full She-Hulk at any second, able to tear the entire building apart.

“Upstairs! Now!” she barked, pointing at my dick.

We pretty much raced up the stairs that second time, and once on the bed she couldn’t get me inside of her fast enough. There was not one second of wasted motion—I lay down in the exact same position and direction as before, and Julia pretty much vaulted on top of me, positioning herself for rapid penetration.

I managed to keep my gaze focused between Julia’s legs this time, where it couldn’t be clearer that our disproportionate genitalia would be a deal-breaker if not for her fetish. That mismatch was the entire point for her, and once she had even the slightest bit of me drawn inside, I pointed out the futility of a full coupling with my voice, insisting that she do the impossible by taking the whole of me deep into her super-tight tunnel. She went simultaneously terrified and rapturous, protesting several times that I was going to rip her apart.

I wasn’t quite as ive this time, surprising her by raising my hips just the tiniest bit, plowing a smidgeon of an inch deeper than the first time we’d fucked. She drew in a sharp breath and then bellowed, but she didn’t raise herself up to compensate.

“Oh fuck, you’re… I’ll die if…”

And yet she worked to keep me in there right where I was, so I went a teensy-weensy bit deeper. She blew out hot breath as the muscles of her abdomen danced, her thighs trembling from something very different than effort.

“Even more!” I demanded, and maybe it was the fact that I was egging her on, or her wanting to show me that she had yet another card she could play. In any case, she used her legs to rise up and plunge me back in, right up to that same depth, and she managed to simultaneously activate the magic of her vaginal muscles.

I was the one bellowing now, even as she was quite obviously careening towards her own blast-off. Over and over she screamed that I was going to split her in two, while ultra-coordinated contractions became spastic and somehow even more delicious, and with one slightly deeper thrust we both went all liquid and jerking, my cock spurting right into the force of a hot tsunami.

I could hear my roars this time. There was also a loud banging, which may have been the bed’s legs smacking loudly onto the floor. With a theatrical expulsion of a sigh, Julia fell backwards and my dick popped out with a sound that wasn’t too different from the uncorking of a wine bottle, and through half-opened eyes I saw a second torrent of cum shoot from my rod, that ed over my head.

I felt nearly paralyzed after that, brain ringing and genitals reeling. I couldn’t collapse because I was already lying down, but it felt like I sank deeper nevertheless, into some zone where it was like nothing existed other than one all-important, purpose-in-life imperative: I had to hypnotize this woman. It had to happen. Nothing could ever be entirely right until it did happen.

I would have to make it happen.

Because I just had to have more of this. It wasn’t that she needed enhancement in any way; she was a fucking miracle already, both in her physicality and when fucking. But I needed to keep her.

Somewhere in the night, when my state of dicklash had subsided enough that speech became possible again, I whispered to Julia that I felt like I was experiencing my very first yellow-sun orgasms. She didn’t say anything back for a time, so I thought she might have thought the description too opaque or weird to respond to; that, or she had fallen asleep, not even hearing me. But eventually she snuggled closer and whispered into my ear, “I like that description. It makes me feel like I’m a mega-sexual, and that… It makes me feel really good.”

A mega-sexual—new terminology that was close to the words I’d used to set Terri’s superpower fantasies alight. I wondered what would happen if Terri met Julia—would she be overwhelmed with envy, at seeing a woman who looked more like a superhero than any actor in any of those popular movies? I had set Terri on a path towards strengthening and shaping her body—hell, I’d been doing that with all of my hypnotized lovers of late. And that, really, was the most amazing thing about Julia—she came pre-shaped, and pre-loaded with off-the-charts sexual capacities. There was nothing at all that I needed to do with her or to her, other than make sure she would always wish to spread her massively muscled thighs for me.

She had a hand on my thigh, and it moved to cup and warm my satisfied and still-stunned cock. I welcomed the touch and rested the flat of a hand on her ass. Then I took in how Julia’s hand wasn’t just warming my spent dick; it was fiddling with it.

“You know, if you were a mega-sexual like me, you’d be able to get hard again whether your body believes it can or not.”

I laughed through my nose. “Much as I wish I could, I—”

“Hold that thought. I want to take a close look at what’s been sending me over the moon tonight.”

In a sudden movement, she raised up and flipped her body the other way, lying on her belly with her head at my crotch, my head suddenly between her legs. She adjusted her position a tiny bit and that brought the inside of her right thigh against my cheek. The electric warmth of that touch seemed to penetrate much deeper than it should, finding nerve channels that ed down half the length of my body. I delighted in the extra-firm thiccness of that thigh; it was so wide and so sculptural and so amazingly firm. The warm light from the bedside lamp described gradations of tonality upon the truly muscular rises of her ass cheeks, and right there, in relative shadow, was an incongruously petite and completely shaved mound staring me in the face, with an even more petite slit that was visibly reddened from its encounters with me.

“Tell me again how I’m a mega-sexual being,” I heard from the place where my dick was trying to push itself up for more punishment.

I felt her lips kissing it, and because it was shrunken, her mouth felt rather large and spacious. I wondered if I should kiss her adorable little powerhouse of a vagina. I also wondered if she had just fed me a kind of script to get her jets running hot.

“You’re not a normal sexual being,” I ventured, and I lightly rested my right index finger on her slit. “You’re obviously so strong, physically, but it’s your sexual drives and sexual abilities that set you apart from other women. You’re like a… Oh, whoa…”

With the side of her tongue she was delicately rimming the circumference of that special zone where frenulum met shaft, and I was no longer completely shrunken. It was a gradual change for a few seconds, and then not gradual at all, cock-meat deciding it wanted to be king-sized and rigid so it could rise aloft.

I could feel the sides of Julia’s mouth pressing in. It wasn’t that she was particularly doing anything; it was more the fact that all the available space in her mouth was being filled from my cock continuing to expand. And very soon that space was overfilled, the squeeze on my cock almost as tight as being part-way inside her love-tunnel. It came as a real shock when her head slowly moved, not away in response to my length and girth becoming too much, but forward, taking me the only place there was to go, down her throat.

I gasped from the sensations, my view of the pussy near my face going blurry for a few seconds from my eyes tearing up. I groaned and then hissed as she did something with her lips and the inside of her mouth, causing a swirl of saliva to bathe me deliciously. Julia’s head began to bob in a steady rhythm, where I could feel her lips tight all the way around to my base, the tip of my cock going the-fuck-knows-where deep inside her throat and wherever else. And then a trombone slide up to stimulate the frenulum again, and back down.

Base-tip-swirl, base-tip-swirl, base-tip-swirl… “Ju!” I half-cried, the tempo becoming overwhelming. She was sucking me at full depth and at a speed that even Terri hadn’t delivered, the liquid organic friction making me feel like my cock was overheating, and somehow swelling even larger than fully erect from the burning temperature. I had to close my eyes, my fingers involuntarily clutching at empty air, all the energy in my body being drawn into my balls, my dick, and some spot I could feel that united them. Oh fuck, some new cum-zone, my dick entering The Cum-Zone, oh my fucking fuck fuck…

My hips bucked with the sudden release, the grand expulsion, the Great Emptying. I made sounds, heard sounds, felt like I must be unloading internal organs into her throat. I whooped at some point, and felt my hips soar upwards, either on their own or being pulled as Julia raised her head and took me with her. There was a low vibration, a deep rumble that I could feel deep inside my body, and it might have been thunder outside or some sound I made without knowing how.

Ringing ears, choking breath, reeling tube of flesh made hollow… I wanted to open my eyes but couldn’t quite. I’d been turned into an emptied battery, totally discharged.

I was never sure how it happened, but at some point Julia’s head was next to mine, one of her awesome legs bringing warmth to my aching groin. Eventually, thoughts fired in a more legible way, and I knew I was Michael. Michael was with a woman named Julia in a rented carriage house on a rainy night. And this woman named Julia had just sucked Michael’s cock better than Terri Thorngood, even after Michael had hypnotized Terri’s gag reflexes into nonexistence and made it her life’s mission to be the best ever at deep-throating penises.

I was Michael and these things were true, and there was no point in wasting precious mental energy wondering about the how of it. I didn’t run through any checklist of how Julia could manage to out-fuck and out-blow all the other lovers in my life. There was only one thing that mattered now, which was a terrible and even desperate need to get this woman hypnotized, to fucking grab hold of her mind and inner being the way her mouth and throat had just grabbed tightly to my fully hard cock.

And fuck any preplanning of what I would put inside her mind and being when that time came. It was a no-brainer that she needed to become desperate and driven to shove her insane body and sexual abilities into my life. She needed to see us, together, as an inseparable sexual coupling. She could relocate and find a teaching job where I lived; or fuck it, if needed I would move. We could even get married, if that’s what it took.

To have this, to be with this, I’d give up my job and all my routines and all my other lovers.

Even Mira?

That was one to sleep on, if sleep would even come.