The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Luscious Tech Solutions, Inc.

I thought sex toys were supposed to make me less horny, not more.

This vibrator was amazing — the best I’d ever owned, but literally minutes after an orgasm, I couldn’t wait for another. When I first bought it, I’d been buzzing with excitement, practically running home from work to hop into the shower with my new, wonderful toy. The batteries needed to be recharged in the middle of one session. I almost cried. After the first week, I could hardly sleep, waking with my hand between my legs, my fingers diving into my pussy, itching to thrust the toy into my sopping tunnel just one more time…

But when two weeks ed, and I woke up with the vibrator buried in my cunt and no recollection of using it that night, I decided I had to get rid of the thing. It was the most difficult decision of my life. If someone had tried to take the toy out of my hands, I would’ve punched them in the face. Clearly, it was making me crazy.

Surprisingly, the store where I got this from allowed returns. I drove over as soon as it opened. Might as well look for another one while I was there. I had needs.

Strolling past the neatly organized aisles — it was large for an adult store — I approached the s. There was a single clerk behind the counter, his feet propped up as he idly tapped his phone. The same guy as last time. He was cute. I wouldn’t mind a tumble—

Fuck. No. No fucking the cute porn store clerk. What the hell had gotten into me?

Clearing my throat to catch his attention, I put my box on the counter. “Hi. I’d like to return this, please. Here’s the receipt.”

He slid his feet to the floor and his phone in his pocket. The smile spreading his lips came with a dimple. I bit my lip and willed myself not to blush.

Picking up the box and receipt, he nodded. “Within 30 days… yep… Ah, I see. Just a minute, I need to inspect the product.”

He opened the box. Heat climbed up my neck as this cute guy handled what had been in my pussy just a few hours ago. I hoped I cleaned it well enough. He turned the pink vibrator, rubbing every inch of it in a thorough inspection. I fidgeted as I watched him turn it on. The beautiful humming made my breathing deepen. Maybe I should keep it. Just a few more days couldn’t hurt. My eyes focused on it wistfully.

He glanced up while the toy buzzed away, a little louder. In a soft, soothing voice, he said slowly, “You don’t want to return the toy.”

A pulse from my core demanded I repeat what he said. My lips parted. His words and the buzzing twined in my head. It was true. Say it.

“I don’t want to return the toy.”

I blinked as the words left my mouth. Why had I said that? But I couldn’t take my eyes off the vibrator. Heat gathered between my legs. I needed it inside me. I needed to feel its wonderful stimulation.

He cooed, “You like how it makes you feel.”

“I like how it makes me feel.” Also true. My pussy tingled, the warmth growing. I sighed, my lips parting, my fingers stretching out as if to touch the delightful object. The humming filled every corner of my mind. It was so hard to think.

Smiling, he handed it to me and suggested gently, “Why don’t you use one of the rooms in the back?”

“Ok.” Damn, but I really needed to. Even a few minutes of relief from that rapidly growing ache would help clear my mind. I took the vibrator and turned toward the back rooms.

My head felt odd — fuzzy, distant, slow. Blinking didn’t help. There was something strange about what was happening, what I was doing and saying, but I had no idea what. The throbbing between my legs called to me, insisted I keep walking.

It was probably nothing anyway.

I’d never been back here before. Picking the nearest open room, I locked the door and smiled at the small bed that took up most of the space. That would be much more comfortable than the bench I was expecting. I thought this was just a fitting room.

Giggling, I laid back, hurriedly pushed down my pants, and ‘fitted’ the vibrator into my drenched pussy. Oh, sweet heaven…

The beautiful vibration filled my body, my muscles relaxing in utter bliss as my mind just about drifted away. A sighing moan left my lips. The only thing better would be a real cock. I imagined a man plunging inside me as the toy concentrated on my clit.

In and out. It had been so long since I’d felt a man on top of me. I liked living alone, but I did miss the sex. So much.

Pleasure jolted through my system as an orgasm hit me suddenly. Gasping, I went rigid, my eyes closing, my hips humping at the air. This vibrator gave me the best orgasms. That clerk was right. I didn’t want to return it. Never.

My heart pounded as the intensity faded. I fumbled at the vibrator, turning it off and giving my overstimulated clit a break. Sweat cooled on my forehead. I opened my eyes, the room blurry.

A moment of clarity broke through. Just long enough for me to wonder at my tiny room, the oddity of the bed, and how easily I had agreed with that clerk. He had to know what I was doing in here. My cheeks began to color with what he must think of me.

Then the tendrils of lust caressed my brain and I needed to feel the vibrator again, just a little, just one more orgasm… I turned it on and sighed.

The door opened.

Clanging bells went off in the back of my foggy mind, red flags waving madly. It was all a muffled, shrouded haze. Nothing urgent, surely. Whatever the problem was, it could wait until I was satisfied.

The cute clerk smiled as he closed the door behind him. “Just checking up on you. How are you doing?”

A moan escaped my throat. “Good… Ohh… I feel great. You were right… mmm…”

He watched me for a minute, standing still near the door. In a few seconds, I almost forgot he was there. My hips rolled and I spread my legs. His sharp inhale disappeared in the soft rustling of the sheets as I squirmed.

Within a blink of my heavy eyelids, the clerk stood beside me. Puzzled at his quick movement, I peered at him, trying to figure out why he was here. Maybe I had closed my eyes longer than I thought.

His hand was at his crotch, adjusting his pants — his cock. Oh. That bulge — he was hard, turned on from watching me. My pussy clenched. My lips curved up. I felt so good, it was only natural for him to be aroused too.

In a low tone, just as slow as before, he said, “You want me to fuck you.”

Everything he said had been correct so far. Everything he said must always be correct. “I want you to fuck me,” I repeated. Hadn’t I thought the same thing just a few minutes ago?

Again, that feeling of strange wrongness floated over me like a wisp of a cold breeze, gone before I could process it. My brows flickered into a frown, then my eyes locked on his hands as he removed his belt and unzipped his pants. His boxers dropped. His cock jutted up, long and thick. My thighs tensed and my legs opened further. Yes, that, I wanted that. Nothing to frown about here, oh, no, he looked delicious.

But at the same time, ever so faintly, like rewatching a movie where I knew what would happen, a sense of terror clung onto a tiny corner of my brain. A man I didn’t know was showing me his erection. My pussy was naked and so wet, so needy. I asked him to fuck me.

I asked him to fuck me.

Why would I do that?

He climbed on the bed as hot waves of pleasure washed away each distressing thought as soon as it appeared. Yes, that’s right, I wanted that cock inside me. Of course, I asked him to fuck me. He eased the vibrator out of my pussy. The emptiness demanded to be filled. My body hummed. I cried out and writhed, desperate for something inside me, anything, now.

Chuckling, the man laid over me, his cock nudging at my entrance as I thrust my hips at him. He held my hips down, held me in place, and stared into my eyes.

“You’re a cock hungry slut,” he cooed.

“I’m a cock hungry slut,” I gasped. I’d never called myself a slut before. It felt right. He was right. I was a slut.

He grinned and slammed his cock into me, burying himself in one forceful thrust. I yelped at the stretch — bigger than the vibrator. Better. Oh, yes, so much better. His weight on top of me, the heat of his cock in my aching pussy, his mouth bending to my neck — overwhelming sensations spread all over my body. My arms and legs wrapped around his back, my hips arching for the best angle.

He thrust. The feeling of his cock dragging out and gliding back in shuddered through me as his pelvis collided with my clit. I squealed and gasped, holding on tightly as he pulled out and slammed back in again, and again, and again. Delirious pleasure claimed me, every cell in my body, every thought in my mind. I needed his cock so badly. The incessant, rough pounding was better than anything in the world. I could lie here all day, letting him hammer me into the bed, thinking about nothing but my next orgasm. That would be just perfect.

“Fuck me!” I moaned. “Fuck me! I’m a needy slut! Fuck me!”

I’d never said things like that before. It felt so freeing to finally let out the truth. I was a slut. I was a slut who needed cock.

Chuckling, he leaned up and pinned my wrists above my head, staring down at me. For a second, his expression was ugly: a cruel smirk twisting his lips, disdain in his eyes, a disgusted snort as he thrust harder. I swore I heard him mumble, “Stupid cunt.”

Confusion brought terror jumping to the front. I was not a cunt, I was not a slut, what was he doing to me — then he smiled softly and gently, his voice a soothing purr, “You love cock. You want more. You need to be fucked every day, by anyone.”

Yes. Yes, of course. Panic vanished. I repeated everything he said. Anything to make sure he kept thrusting, pounding the wonderful waves into me over and over again. My legs tightened. He was so deep inside me. Squishing wetness coated my entrance and his cock, making his age easy and smooth.

As my thighs tensed and my inner walls clamped down, I panted, “I need more cock! Yes! I need to be fucked! Fuck meee!”

The heat ignited. Moaning in delight, I faintly heard him laugh as the delicious warmth spread to my limbs. But when I focused my eyes, his smile was kind. He thrust through my twitching muscles, grinding my opening and pushing my pleasure higher. He even released my wrists, his hand running beneath my shirt instead. His touch was perfect on my sensitive skin. How thoughtful.

I panted to regain my breath as the edge fell away. My shirt slid higher, up and off. His hands cupped my tits as his cock rocked inside me. This was nice. Like a massage.

His thumbs rolled my nipples. I wouldn’t mind if he licked them. My half-lidded eyes drifted to his cock sliding in and out of me. I let my legs fall, too tired to hold them up. That’s ok. He could do all the work. He was going great.

Pain sparked from my tits. I winced as he pinched my nipples again. Ow. I didn’t like that. What was he doing? Frowning, I flinched again.

And blinked, hesitating. It was like a veil had been torn away, the quiet alarms meeting the sharp sting and tearing the fog from my mind. My heart jumped.

I naked in bed with the porn store clerk. How had this happened? Why had I come in here? He was groping my tits, his fingers digging into my flesh, his eyes glued to my throbbing nipples.

His hips pumped and I squealed. He was fucking me! Panic swarmed my mind as I stared at the point where our bodies met. His shaft glistened, then slammed back into me. I was so, so wet. My inner walls clenched.

“What— How— Oh, oh, oh! What’s going on! S-stop!” I gasped, grabbing and pulling at his arms.

He paused with his pelvis flush against mine, his cock filling me completely. My pussy loved the feeling. I squirmed, immediately stopping as the friction caused waves of pleasure to bombard me.

Shaking off my hands, he reached to the side, found my vibrator, and turned it on. “Everything’s fine. You’re fine. You’re having fun. You like fucking.” As he spoke in an odd, slow tone, he applied the vibrator to my clit.

My arms lifted. They were halfway to the vibrator when my fingers clenched spasmodically, a jolt of pleasure tightening my muscles. Lightning lashed my brain, burned away my panic. Fear dissolved. Only lust remained.

My arms fell.

“I… like fucking,” my voice droned.

He smirked and resumed thrusting, the vibrator still swirling my sensitive nub. “That’s right, that’s a good girl. You like cock. You want me to cum in your pussy.” He moved the vibrator away but left it buzzing as he set it near my head.

I blinked. He couldn’t cum in me. That would be awful. I never let anyone cum in me, or even fuck me without a condom. Oh, God, he wasn’t wearing a condom.

His body settled over mine, his cock sliding in and out steadily, his breath heavy in my ear. The vibrator hummed louder. My thoughts dissolved. My hips rose to meet his thrusts and I moaned.

“I want you… to cum in my pussy. Yes… oh, oh, yes! Cum in my unprotected pussy! Make me a mommy!” I cried out. No, no, no. What was I saying?

He groaned, his pace increasing, his pelvis slamming harder. “Oh, fuck, you’re not on birth control, huh?” Laughing and driving the full length of himself into me, he whispered into my ear, “You will never get on birth control. You will never ask a man to wear a condom. You will take every load in your cunt and beg for more.”

I listened to his crooning voice, to the hum of the vibrator. I felt his cock stretching me, rubbing wonderfully inside me.

Sex toys didn’t need birth control. Silly man.

Gasping in delirious pleasure, I cried, “Yes! Please give me your cum! Please, I feel so good! I want it! I want it!”

I’d never wanted anyone to cum in me before. I couldn’t why. It sounded great, having his cock inside me when he came, knowing my body gave him so much pleasure. Of course, I wanted that.

Chuckling breathily into my neck, he groaned. “Here it comes, baby. Take every drop in your tight little cunt! Ungh!”

Heat and liquid splashed my inner walls — and a spark of fear lit my chest, quickly overwhelmed, forgotten. His cock twitched, thrusting so deep as he railed my body into the bed, his arms tense around me, caging me. I could barely breathe with his weight crushing me. I didn’t care.

Moaning as the warmth of his cum bathed my insides, I rubbed myself against him like the slut I was, eager for the virile seed filling my fertile womb. Make me a mommy. What a horrible thing to say. I wasn’t sure why it was horrible, though. Cum soaking my pussy felt amazing.

He groaned and pumped into me one more time, then panted with his cock resting snugly inside me. Fuzzy pleasure caressed my brain. The hint of an orgasm slipped away, but I still felt wonderful. I could lie here forever, just like this.

Our breathing slowly evened. The vibrator buzzed softly.

Standing in the aisle, staring at a variety of vibrators, lube, and sex toys, I blinked several times. There was a toy in my hand. My toy. My fingers clenched tighter. I was here to return it. But I didn’t want to return it. Of course not.

Maybe they had something different yet very similar? It could run out of batteries. Always good to have a backup vibrator. Or for variety.

I smiled and walked up to the cute clerk. For some reason, his eyes on me made me blush. I wasn’t usually awkward in an adult store.

“Hi. Um. I was wondering— Do you have more, um, toys from this company?” I waved the vibrator, blushing harder.

He nodded. “Let me show you…”

The clerk logged into his computer and began typing.

Subject #113 report:

Second visit. Subject arrived to return product. She was highly susceptible to suggestions, became quickly aroused when using the product, and lost all regard for societal standards in favor of satisfying her carnal needs.

While she’s appeared to regain momentary cognizance following a climax, continued use of the product triggered short-term memory loss. Subject seemed to not our interaction after returning to a normal mental state.

Note: Impregnation possible. Further testing required.

Satisfied, he closed the report and clicked on a few other files. Subject 105 was due for a fourth visit soon. He’d liked the look of that one’s tits. Maybe he’d stuff the vibrator in her cunt and fuck her boobs this time.