The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

You could tell by the way Jordan’s face lit up that he was frankly blown away by the sight that greeted him. After all, Mary was a model and to be seen as anything less than perfect when out in public was unprofessional.

Alas Mary felt just a tad guilty over his reaction, however. For she hadn’t been clear at this point on what she was looking for in a boyfriend. Even if she really wanted one.

Jordan tried taking her hand, but she pulled back with an apologetic look, telling him that perhaps she should get something off her chest.

Okay, given her chest was a considerable size that was a little awkwardly phrased and as the pair sat down and Jordan ordered what he swore was an amazing Thai dinner, Mary knew it was time to explain.

“Look,” she said “I’d best be honest in what I’m looking for. You told me, you wanted a girlfriend. Well in my case, I’m on the lookout for a boyfriend but one who’s like me.”

“Like you?”

“I’m mostly asexual. I’ve got no interest in handholding or kissing. Even snuggling by the sofa makes me uncomfortable. If I do marry a guy, I’d want one who’s comfortable with sharing a bedroom but sleeping in separate beds.”

Judging by Jordan’s stunned expression, you could tell this was not what he wanted to hear. Most guys thought she was bullshitting, oh god, hoped she was bullshitting as a means of testing them. With looks like hers, they often threw tantrums when it was clear she was being honest.

Mary knew what she liked though. The idea of having a platonic best friend to spend the rest of her life with was more up her alley, and frankly she hadn’t even achieved orgasm before. Sure, she had attempted to masturbate but the results were always awkward.

Jordan on absorbing the news, didn’t pout or sulk as she feared but nodded thoughtfully and then reaching into his pocket brought out an…an…

“Mary,” a voice called from deep within her “You adore sex. Love intercourse. Fucking a man is one of your favourite things to do. You love the sheer, warm, enjoyable thrill of it all. You’re crazy about masturbation and dreaming intense romantic fantasies. Accept it, don’t deny who you are!”

As Mary blinked, she found herself unable to recall what just happened. Rubbing her aching temples, she noticed Jordan putting something into his pocket, his phone no doubt, typical really, whilst she was wincing in pain, he was checking the time.

“So asexual,” Jordan asked, leaning forward “Sounds fascinating. Neither gay nor straight, right?”

Mary, relieved that Jordan was taking it well, smiled and said “Well, I’m a straight asexual if that makes sense, I’d love to partner up with a guy as opposed to a girl, but I’ve got no interest in sleeping with him, you understand.”

Jordan seemed a little perplexed by the notion of falling in love with someone but never wanting to fuck them, the fact that he couldn’t separate love from sex was a little alarming.

Funny thing though as Mary sipped her drink and gazed at Jordan, she had to it he was a handsome man, really handsome as these things go. Charming, dapper, and there was something to him, his sleek pulled back hair, his bright brown eyes and warm smile, he looked good, she could see that and yet…

What was bugging her about him? She almost hated how handsome he was, but that was absurd right? And as the night drew on and Jordan told his stories, made her laugh and just acted like the perfect gentleman, Mary became aware of an itch growing between her legs. Faint at first but it soon became pretty intense causing her to bite her lip and dig her toes into her soles, and she knew it wasn’t that she needed to pee.

What the hell was happening? Mary red faced, sat on her bed, the outline of her nipples poking from her bra and she couldn’t stop thinking of how hot Jordan was and how much she wanted to…

Wanted to…

Picking up her iPad, she decided to browse the net, hoping she’d find an answer, but instead of consulting PubMed as she usually did in these circumstances, an ad for men’s clothes caught her attention. It was just a black and white collage of hunky men in various stages of undress. Didn’t mean anything to her, did it? If that was the case then why was she staring goggle eyed at this image, and clicking on the ad, pictures of beefcake guys filled up her screen causing Mary to gawk.

Before she had felt total indifference to something like this, it was like staring at a pile of rocks and expecting to feel hungry. Only now she did feel hungry, very hungry but it wasn’t her stomach that these studs tickled.

Recalling a silly romantic comedy her friends use to go gaga over, something about a plucky young female reporter falling for a hot but tortured male billionaire, Mary felt curious and decided to watch the trailer. Sure, it was predictable crap, nothing more than a lady’s guilty pleasure, but when the hunk held the heroine in his arms and told her, he’d always love her; Mary felt her pussy throb.

As a matter of fact, it positively ached. She knew the gesture but never appreciating it before, let her left-hand reach underneath the waistband of her knickers and slowly caress her throbbing lips, and oh god it felt so good.

“Damn,” she gasped “what’s happening to me?”

She was shaking as she clicked on a video showing a woman and a man tenderly making love, and jeez was the man ever so hot, so handsome and quite honestly, he looked like Jordan.

Mary gulped and closing her eyes, pictured Jordan with his warm, loving smile, leaning over closer and closer and she recalled the smell of his body, his warm breath and gasped as…as…

With that, Mary felt for the first time in her life, an earth-shattering orgasm rip through her, she moaned, she screamed, as the ground shook and the skies opened.

This was what she had been missing out on her entire life? God, it was incredible!

Mary panted, checked her clock and wondered just how much time she had left before she really had to get to bed to be up in time for a photo shoot tomorrow. An hour maybe, but the possibilities of surfing through the net, consuming all that romantic and erotic material was hard to resist. Her more sexual friend Sarah never failed to talk of this movie or that naughty romance book and Mary like a vegan ready to eat meat for the first time, was greedy.

Three hours later, she collapsed, a hot sweaty mess, cumming God knows how many times as she had ridden her newfound sex drive to the max on erotic prose, steamy drawings and intense porno movies, but Jesus she still needed more.

Solo wasn’t enough, she needed someone to share it with.

Jordan smiled as he greeted her at his front door, led her into the kitchen where he was brewing up something fancy, beef with soy sauce, whilst silky rhythm and blues played on the speakers.

“So, had an interesting week?” he asked.

What a week it had been, reading all kinds of erotic romance books, visiting sex shops to pick out the biggest dildos she could find and cumming dozens of times, each and every night.

“Sure,” she replied sheepishly, unable to talk much.

Mary couldn’t help it; all she could think of when he sat down opposite her with a smile was how badly she wanted to fuck him.

Good manners mattered however, and the meal was amazing. Her tastebuds were satisfied, almost distracting her over the growing hunger in her loins.

Almost.

Oh, to hell with manners!

As Jordan leaned over to take away her empty plate, she grabbed his wrist and leaping up, kissed the surprised man, straight on the lips.

“Take me to bed stud,” she growled “Show me how amazing you can be.”

An amused smirk formed in the corners of his mouth as he asked, “I thought you were ace?”

Mary snorted.

“Just a phase, let’s face it, I needed the right guy to bring it out of me!”

And to shut up his protests, Mary thrust her body against his, her large breasts flattening up against his chest, as her hands roamed over his firm frame, squeezing his biceps, and this intensified her ion.

“Please,” she whispered into his ear “I need you. I need you so bad!”

Jordan, requiring no more encouragement lifted Mary into his arms and carried her effortlessly up the stairs to his bedroom, where his king-sized bed, bathed in a soothing blue light was adorned with rose petals.

The sly dog, Mary giggled, knowing that he planned this, but she couldn’t complain as it was what she wanted too.

He found the zip to her blouse and gently undoing it, planted kisses up and down her neck, before his hands unhooked her bra, freeing her large breasts into the air.

Mary groaned as his flickering tongue tortured one erect nipple and then the next, whilst his hands found her dripping pussy and oh god, he knew how to work her baby making factory. Mary dug her toes into the mattress and whimpered as her body reacted powerfully to even Jordan’s lightest of touches.

“Please,” she looked up at her lover still dressed in his shirt and tros “Let me see your body.”

Oh god, naked for the first time, Jordan didn’t disappoint. Hard muscles, tight ass, and oh god that cock of his, uncut, huge and throbbing! This was the ideal male sprung from her girlish fantasies.

“I need you,” she whispered, “make me a woman!”

And Jordan looking almost bestial leaned over her, his breath tickling her nether regions, causing a blissful sigh to emerge from her lips as his tongue then gently slathered her.

“Honey,” she gasped “honey, please keep going…oh…”

His fingers worked her labia, and his tongue tickled her clit. It was impossible to exaggerate just how good he was at this. Mary had never let a man touch her there before but God his skill was beyond anything she had hoped, and she whimpered in joy as his tongue entered her hole.

Could she be more turned on then the way she was now? He was better than any vibrator, better than any wet dream she had dreamt, better than…than…

She howled, actually bellowed as her cunt erupted in a shower of juice as the entire earth trembled with the intensity of her climax.

“Jordan,” she gasped and struggled to suck in air “I…I…that was…”

“Yeah,” he said, “that was an appetiser, a warmup.”

She gulped.

“You mean it’s…”

“It’s nothing from what I’ve got planned, we’ve barely started!”

And he was right, God he was right. Jordan let her worship his cock, let her eat the tip as she wedged his hard member between her jugs, before he spread open her legs and slid into her making Mary whimpered at the sheer size of him.

Oh man, this was heaven, this was mind expanding, this was a whole new part of her life, and Jordan mercilessly and tenderly in the perfect combination possible, played her body like a master craftsman upon a harpsichord.

After ten minutes of this mind-numbing bliss, Jordan lay on his back, his erection thrusting proudly into the air, and he commanded in a low base tone that made Mary shiver, to ride him. Cursing that she had no birth control Mary winced and moaned as she gently lowered herself onto his shaft, letting her cunt muscles clench as she looked down at her bright-eyed lover and those lips were a temptation she couldn’t resist.

As they kissed, he squeezed her ass cheeks together, cupped her bouncing breasts and kept grunting words of encouragement as Mary letting her instincts take over her conscious will, grew more excited as she rode him, feeling a build up from the base of his cock.

God, this was it, this was the first time she’d feel a man’s seed inside of her and Mary, scarlet faced, was determined to get it right. Pulling up and then plummeting down on his dick, filling herself up completely as she let her pussy grip him hard and then ah jeez…

A hot fountain of lava shot out from his tool. She screamed as the geyser hit her womb and rolling her head back, let all pleasure overload her mind as Jordan’s essence filled her.

An overwhelmed Mary then slumped down into his open arms and smiled weakly as he held her tightly.

“That was…” she gasped “…heaven.”

She meant it, if heaven was nothing but pure happiness than making love to Jordan was just that.

“Yeah,” he laughed “It was good for a first time.”

“First time?” she frowned

“Trust me,” Jordan smiled “It’s only going to get better.”

Ah, that excited and terrified Mary, and Jordan showed her exactly what he meant for the rest of the night.