The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Amanda hurriedly buttoned up her shirt, fumbling as she tried to get it to close. She flashed Karl a wide-eyed look, her eyes dipping down to the obvious bulge in his pants. Now that they had been interrupted, she seemed to have regained her senses somewhat.

Amanda’s eyes flickered towards the direction that she had heard her husband in. She hissed at Karl.

“What are you just standing there for?”

Karl took a deep breath. It was hard for him to concentrate. All he felt like doing was to just pull Amanda into him. To feel her body against his. She had been so blatantly coming onto him — that she was now acting like he had been the one to do something wrong was a little too much to take.

Karl raised an eyebrow at the pretty redhead.

“And what exactly should I be doing? I’m not the one doing anything wrong.”

Amanda’s mouth dropped open and she just stared at him for a moment. She took a step closer, lowering her voice even more.

“Look that was just — don’t get the wrong idea here, buddy.”

Amanda prodded Karl in the chest with one finger, and then paused; as if she was shocked to find herself so close to him again. Back in the main living room, Jamie called out again.

“Dear? I’m just going to put Bethany down in her room! Poor thing is worn out!”

Amanda turned her head, calling back to her husband.

“Alright! I’ll be with you in a minute!”

Karl was impressed at how even Amanda’s voice was. If he wasn’t staring in front of her, looking into her panicked face, he would never have guessed there was anything amiss with her.

Amanda turned her attention back to Karl. She looked unsure, but she didn’t back away from him.

“Look, this — this isn’t what you’re thinking.”

Karl couldn’t help but give the older woman a faint smile. He was achingly hard.

“And what exactly am I thinking? Or supposed to think?”

Amanda blinked, her brow furrowing as she gave him a small glare. Karl was sure she didn’t mean it that way, but he found the fierce expression on her face quite cute.

The look on Karl’s face must have ticked Amanda off, because she stepped even closer to him. She put a hand flat on his chest, and pushed at him.

“Don’t play games with me. You know what I mean.”

Karl slowly took hold of Amanda’s wrist. She didn’t try and pull away, even though she shivered.

“I don’t think I’m the one playing games here.”

“Me — me either. This was just …”

Karl’s voice was soft as he looked down into her eyes. Fuck, but she was cute.

“What exactly was it then?”

Amanda shivered again. Her eyes were wide, but she couldn’t seem to be able to either look away or back up. Her pulse was racing in Karl’s grip.

“I don’t know. Momentary insanity? Karl — I —”

Karl slid his other hand around Amanda’s waist, and he finally gave into his desire and simply pulled her into him. Her body fitted against his perfectly, and his erect dick pressed hard against her belly. Amanda’s hand was still on his chest, but now her fingers were curling, digging into him.

Amanda licked her lips.

“We — we can’t …”

Karl’s hand around her waist dipped lower, now resting just above the curve of her ass. That perfectly rounded behind that he’d been staring at ever since he’d arrived at her house. All the reasons for him not to be doing this seemed so far away, so unimportant. The only thing that mattered was Amanda. In his arms. Fuck, but he wanted her. Only the fact that her husband was literally in the other room was stopping him from tearing her shirt fully open.

Karl tried a smile. He didn’t know what his expression was, but it was making Amanda tremble.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to do anything. Not right now. But before I let you go, tell me the truth. No lies. You wanted this. Didn’t you?”

Amanda stared up at him. Her lips were parted, and her tongue darted out to wet them. She hesitated.

Karl’s hand dropped ever lower until it was resting on the swell of her buttocks. He squeezed, iring how her ass had just the perfect amount of softness while still being firm.

Karl raised an eyebrow.

“You better hurry up. We could be found any second now …”

“I — I —”

Karl slid his hand down the back of Amanda’s sweatpants. He gripped her hard, only the thin fabric of her panties between him and her bare ass. He groped her, relishing every whimper that escaped her mouth.

Part of Karl was freaking out at how bold he was being. But that emotion was drowned out, squashed by the nigh overwhelming lust he was feeling. Karl gripped Amanda’s ass extra hard, lifting her up a little, making her gasp in shock.

“You wanted this. You were coming onto me. Say it.”

Amanda moaned, then blushed furiously. She bit her lip, her eyes flickering. Then she seemed to sag.

“I — I was. I don’t know what I was thinking but … please. I can’t —”

Karl patted her ass, and then removed his hand. His dick was pulsating, and he was sure that Amanda could feel it on her belly.

“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t want to put you in an awkward position.”

Karl stepped back from Amanda, and the redhead swayed — leaning towards him. She looked lost for a second, and then her face went bright red — almost a match for her hair. She adjusted her clothing.

“… thank you. Look, can we just forget —”

Karl’s smile widened.

“We’ll talk about it later, yes? We should both make sure we are on the same … page.”

Amanda gaped at Karl, and seemed completely shocked at herself when she gave him a small nod. Then she turned and almost fled the laundry, leaving Karl alone.

Karl took his time finishing up in the laundry. He wasn’t sure what Amanda said to her husband, but he didn’t see her again before her left. He did run into her husband though. He spent a few pleasant minutes chatting to Jamie, making small talk with the bluff and hearty man. He even complimented Karl on the job he’d done cleaning the chimney.

To Karl’s surprise, Jamie even mentioned having him around for dinner one night. The thought made him almost smirk. He wondered what Amanda’s face would look like when she heard that. Karl demurred from the invitation in the end, smiling and saying that he’d have to check with his girlfriend first.

He only saw Amanda when he was back down at his truck. Karl spotted her peeking at him through one of the windows. When she saw him looking, she immediately ducked down out of view. Karl just smiled to himself, and finished packing his things away.

Karl was halfway through the drive back to his cabin when his feeling of invincibility faded. His jaw slowly went slack and fell open, and he let his truck coast for a while — too shocked at himself to even keep his foot on the accelerator.

“… what the fuck was that? Did I fucking lose my mind?? Holy shit, I actually grabbed her ass!”

Karl slapped his cheeks, utterly confused at his own actions. He’d known what he was doing, even known all the reasons why he shouldn’t be doing them — but he hadn’t cared. Like consequences couldn’t apply to him.

He shuddered. He had a girlfriend! Amanda was married! Fuck, he’d even talked to Jamie afterwards — and hadn’t even cared! He’d been feeling up his wife’s backside only a few minutes before!

But … it was strange, wasn’t it? Amanda hadn’t exactly fought him off. She’d given in so quickly as well, after freaking out only moments earlier.

Karl just couldn’t explain his own actions. Now he was thinking clearly again, he couldn’t ever imagine doing something like that to anyone. But … he had.

He’d never once been the kind of guy to grope someone else wife. What was wrong with him?

Karl was still musing over it when he got home. Still shaking his head. The problem was that even though he was now feeling remorse, he was still incredibly horny. Whatever his morality was telling him now, Amanda’s ass had felt amazing in his hand.

Karl stumbled as he crossed the threshold of the cabin, feeling a brief moment of vertigo. He frowned at the front door, wandering what he had tripped on, but he couldn’t see anything. Still out of sorts, Karl went upstairs without calling to see if Jess was home.

He walked into the main bedroom, and then paused. His girlfriend was there with her back turned to him. She had music going, and hadn’t heard him arrive home. She was idly dancing around the bedroom, tidying up. The only thing she had on was a thong.

Karl cleared his throat, and Jess spun around, her eyes wide. She heaved out a relieved breath when she saw it was him.

“Fuck, Karl! I didn’t hear you get home. You scared me.”

Karl didn’t bother replying. He was just staring at his practically naked girlfriend. All the lust he’d been feeling at Amanda’s house returned in full.

Jessica frowned a little. Then she hesitated, looking almost nervous.

“Uh, I haven’t got around to going out yet. I mean, I know I said I would look to see if there was any work around. But, um. Time just flew by?”

Karl wasn’t even looking at Jessica’s face. He was staring at her perky tits, iring the tight curve of her ass.

Jessica lifted one arm, covering her breasts.

“I mean, we could go now? I wasn’t lying, babe. I’ll look to see if there are any jobs going. But there’s no rush, right?”

Karl still didn’t saying anything. He just started unbuttoning his shirt. Jessica took a hesitant step backwards.

“Ha-have you eaten, baby? We could go to that cafe again. Or I could make you something —”

Karl started unbuckling his pants. His voice was rough, almost guttural.

“Get on the bed. Hands and knees. I want that ass up in the air for me.”

Jess stared at him, her mouth agape. A riot of emotions crossed over her face, flickering one by one. Anger, shock, fear, desire. She licked her lips.

“Karl, you can’t just speak to me like that and —”

“Now!”

Jessica flinched, and then her eyes dropped down as Karl pulled his pants down, exposing his dick. It was hard, throbbing. She shivered, and then wordlessly obeyed.

Karl watched as his girlfriend scrambled onto the bed, sinking down onto her hands and knees, pushing her ass up into the air. He got behind her, and yanked her underwear over to one side.

Jessica’s pussy was soaking wet already.

There was no foreplay, no building up to anything. Karl just lined his dick up with her entrance, and thrust his way inside. He set an immediately brutal pace, slamming into her as hard as he could. Within ten strokes Jessica was wailing, her body twitching uncontrollably. She was begging him to give it to her harder.

Karl barely heard her. It wasn’t important, he just needed to fuck. That was the only thing he could focus on. He felt like he was burning up, losing himself to his lust. Jessica’s body was rocking back and forth as he slammed into her relentlessly. Her cries were getting louder and louder. In the end, Karl leant forward and pushed her face down into the bed, muffling her screams of pleasure. He could feel her pussy spasming around his dick as she came seemingly without cease.

When Jessica finally went limp, it didn’t stop Karl. His only concession was to adjust his grip — holding her up by the waist so that he could still thrust. He pounded his girlfriend’s body, fucking her harder and harder.

Hours later, Karl left the bedroom. Jessica was sleeping deeply, unable to be woken. Of course, she’d been unconscious well before he’d finished with her. He just hadn’t been able to stop himself.

Karl wondered at it, wondered at what was going on with him. Every moment of thrusting into Jessica had been ecstasy … but he hadn’t been able to come. He’d lasted forever, just fucking and fucking …

He hadn’t even felt tired.

Now though, it was all hitting him hard. Karl felt exhausted, his legs like jelly as he walked down the stairs. It was cold on the first floor, night had fallen without him realising it. Karl walked over and turned the heater on. He went into the kitchen, but could still feel a draft coming from somewhere.

Karl walked around the cabin, trying to work out where it was coming from. Because he’d cleaned Amanda’s chimney, it gave him the idea to check out his. Karl examined it, feeling a noticeable stream of cold air coming from behind the grating. He wondered if the damper was damaged at all, and resolved to check it tomorrow.

Karl absently leant on the thick wooden shelf above the fireplace, his mind wandering. As he thought over all that had happened today, he idly picked at the masonry, scratching at the gap between the shelf and the brickwork.

Karl frowned, his finger catching on something. He peered down into the crack, spying a piece of … paper? He tried to prise it up, but couldn’t quite reach it. It took a trip to the kitchen and a knife to prise it out. It was larger than Karl had thought, a full photograph. He only saw the back of it at first, with smudged and faded writing on it. When he turned it around, he just stared.

“What the fuck?”

The photo was of a dark-haired woman in her underwear. She was kneeling on a bed with her hands resting on her thighs. Her hair was messy, and she was staring straight at whomever had taken the picture — her face studiously blank.

Karl frowned, turning the photo back over. He thought there were some numbers written down — maybe a date? — but he couldn’t make out the rest. He turned the photo over and stared at the woman again. She was quite pretty, and she almost looked familiar to Karl …

It suddenly hit Karl. It was the woman he’d seen staring at him from the woods days before! Karl hadn’t recognised her at first, as in the photo she hadn’t looked quite so tiredly haggard and worn. But it was definitely the same woman.

“Why the hell is this here? Unless … did she know my uncle?”

Karl stared at the photo for a long moment, trying to think of a legitimate reason for finding the picture in a gap above his fireplace. Try as he might, he just couldn’t think of one. In the end he put the photo in his pocket, and then went back upstairs.