The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The next morning, Cindy was both grateful and rueful that she had had the presence of mind to set an alarm the previous night for 6am, having remembered Eric’s programming that woke her up and put her right to work the day before. She was sore in so many places after an evening of relentless oral, vaginal and anal sex, and even knowing her time as a free woman might be measured in mere hours, she almost shut her eyes and went back to sleep.

With some effort, she forced herself up to her feet and soon was taking comfort in a hot cup of coffee, trying—and failing—not to think about what the day might hold. Would she be some kind of geisha? Or cater to some kind of specific fetish? She remembered Eric cracking jokes about being into female body builders, but… what if he wasn’t joking? Would she be hitting the gym four hours a day, using steroids?

Ultimately, it was a lot of paranoia over nothing. And while she didn’t want to admit it to herself, yesterday hadn’t been the worst day of her life. It had been a little jarring in hindsight, her platonic friend fucking the living daylights out of her, but… it had been exciting, certainly, and she hadn’t had sex since Marcus left her so many months ago, so even just clearing out the cobwebs had been good. The sense of comfort of being so unthinkingly devoted had made it easy, contenting at the time. Maybe that would be her choice, if it came to that.

Cindy jarred herself out of her reflections and back to the main reason why she’d gotten up early—to see if she could think of a way out of this, out of having to make such a choice at all. She got out a pencil and paper and started brainstorming.

She could try running away. Tonight, if he sent her home again after, she could just get in her car and keep driving. He could still come after her though, and as close as they were, it would be easy for him to find her friends and family. She didn’t think Eric would hurt them, but he could easily make them give her away. Could she completely leave her life behind?

Cindy could try pleading, use his lingering feelings of affection to persuade him to let her out of this. There were a couple times yesterday when he seemed conflicted, she thought, and through it all he had still seemed more or less himself (with a healthy extra portion of libido).

She went through numerous ideas—bribing him, asking for a stay of execution, getting sick on purpose so he’d have to stay away, cutting her hair short—she knew how he loved long hair on girls. She even thought of tattooing Marcus’s name on her somewhere, just so the sight of her naked body would always repulse him.

Her last thought—her first, really, but the last one she wrote down—was to kill him. Eric, her best friend. Her captor. She erased it almost as soon as she wrote it.

She looked up and saw the clock on the oven said 8:06. Had Eric not planted instructions in her today? She didn’t feel a compulsion to do anything. Really, if he didn’t, she ought to be hurrying up and getting in to work. Her boss Mr. Andrews was semi-lenient on arrival time, but after yesterday’s no-call no-show, she knew she was in for one of his classic long-winded chewings-out as it was. And if she didn’t have to begin her day of sex slavery until later, then all the better.

Who knows, maybe Eric had reconsidered and decided to let her go. After all, nothing like a day of fantastic sex with a girl to make you decide not to make her your sex slave.

She almost made it in to work by 9. She’d spent more time than usual on her makeup and outfit, figuring it couldn’t hurt to look nice when she was making her apologies. Then in the shower… well who could blame a girl if after the most sexually charged day of her life if she wasn’t a little horny. Without even realizing she was doing it, while soaping up her chest, her hands just lingered, caressing her breasts with her fingertips, playing delicately over her wet nipples. Her pussy was the next logical step, and she indulged herself with some slow, sensual teasing. She still hadn’t gotten off when she realized the time and reluctantly got on with her morning. Not like that itch won’t get scratch later anyway.

Not that she was eager. It was no secret that Cindy hated her job—it was a soulless corporate waste of time that was quite deliberately engineered to be sure as to never afford her a moment of actual satisfaction for helping someone or completing something meaningful. The money wasn’t even good. But it was experience, and they promoted from within, so perhaps someday it would put her in a better position. Although as much as she usually dreaded going in, today she found herself actually in a good mood about it for some reason.

At work, clearly people were anticipating her getting chewed out—practically everyone did a double-take when they saw her. Or maybe they just weren’t used to seeing her dressed so cute—not that she was a slob normally, but it was a casual office and usually jeans and a sweater or blouse were all she bothered with. Today, coming in wearing a black miniskirt and fire engine red tube top—something she usually only wore when she was clubbing and looking to fend off some advances—apparently, they just weren’t used to seeing it.

The attention was nice; guys kept making excuses to stop by her desk, and Cindy amused herself by crossing and uncrossing her legs, or pressing her tits together with her arms and letting them sneak peaks down her shirt. By mid-morning, she’d been brought four cups of coffee, and had three different projects taken off her hands by guys who clearly thought it might help them get to sleep with her. She giggled at that thought—that she was such a slut she’d fuck a guy for doing her job for her.

Though, it is kind of hot. Maybe she could just let them feel her up, or suck them off instead. Yeah, so hot.

Cindy had been pretty turned on all morning, and it just kept getting worse. The boys going all ga-ga over her titties and ass were only making it worse; she excused herself to the ladies room to masturbate, but it was impossible to be discreet and women kept coming in and out. She contented herself to just sitting at her station, looking at porn and massaging her clit under desk. Glad I was smart enough not to wear panties today!

She must not have heard Mr. Andrews the first couple times he tried to get her attention, because when she did, he was barking her name angrily, his pudgy, balding, perpetually-red face redder than usual. Finding herself with her legs splayed, three fingers in her snatch with her other hand plunged down her neckline tweaking her nipple, she giggled self-consciously as she folded her hands back in her lap. “Sorry, Mr. Andrews. Guess I got kinda caught up in things.”

He was blushing—maybe she should be too? It was kinda slutty, she supposed. Whatever. “Look, Cindy, can we talk in my office?”

She hopped to her feet. “Sure! What did you wanna talk about?”

Her burly boss just about-faced and headed toward his office, so she just marched on in behind him. Well, not so much marched as minced, with her five-inch heels. Annoyingly slow, but super worth it for the extra wiggle and jiggle. She shut the door most of the way behind her and stood at attention, arms folded behind her back and her chest thrust forward as he seated himself in his desk chair.

“Well, Lichtmann, I was only going to bring you in about yesterday, that bullshit excuse you called in at the end of the day. You missed two client meetings, goddamnit, one of them on our biggest account. But now, this…? I don’t even know what to make of this behavior today.”

“Oh, you mean my outfit? Darn, I thought I looked good…”

“Well, I meant…” the middle-aged man trailed off. “Sure, let’s start with that. What the hell are you wearing, Lichtmann? This is a place of business, not the alley behind a singles bar.”

She did a little spin, swaying her hips to and fro. “You like it?”

“For Christ’s sake, girl, you’re dressed like a goddamn streetwalker! What’s gotten into you?”

Cindy pouted. “What, you don’t think I look hot?” She knew she looked hot, actually; it was still nice to hear someone say it.

“Do I think… you were—” his voice dropped to a hiss, “masturbating at your desk! In plain sight!”

Cindy shrugged. “Well I happen to think I look perfectly fuckable.” She walked around his desk, smirking at how his eyes widened into saucers as she perched her butt on the edge right in front of him, giving him a clear view up her teensy little skirt. She picked up a photo of him and his wife. She looked just like the kind of wife a pudgy balding middle-aged middle manager would have. “Especially when you have to go home to this every night. I bet it’d be nice to have a hot young piece of ass to give you the attention you deserve.”

“Well, now, I, uh…” he sputtered.

“Shhh, you don’t have to pretend, sir. I mean, here I am in this skimpy little outfit, and you just saw me knuckle-deep in my coochie! And with me already in trouble from yesterday, heck, maybe I owe you?”

“Owe me… what?” His voice lowered. So did his eyes, staring right up her skirt.

“You tell me, sir. Cindy’s been such a bad little office girl. Maybe Cindy’s boss should get to decide how she makes it up to him. He’s in charge of her after all.”

“Y-yes.” Mr. Andrews tugged at his collar, suddenly far too tight. “Damn right I’m in charge, girlie.”

Cindy nodded solemnly as she slid down out of the desk and poured herself into his lap in a straddling position. She could feel his hard-on press into her cunt, only his slacks between them. “Oh yes, sir. Just tell slutty Cindy what she needs to do to keep her job. Slutty Cindy will do anything,” she breathed duskily.

He let out a soft whistle as his hands settled on her ass. “Ya know Lichtmann, I never had you pegged for such a little slut.”

She giggled. “Who knew, right?”

With surprising strength he lifted her up and spun her around with a firm grip on her hips, and then he was standing behind her and pushing her down so she was bent over the top of his desk. “Prepare for the ride of your life, girlie.”

She smiled over her shoulder at him. “So if I let you fuck me I get to stay?”

He chuckled. “I just might find it in my heart to give you one more shot. What can I say—I’m a humanitarian.”

And then, Cindy stood up and slapped him right across the face. Her sultry grin evaporated in an instant. “You’re an asshole. And your door is open.”

His jaw clenched shut as he verified it; neither of them could miss the tell-tale noise of eavesdropping employees scurrying away so as not to get caught red-handed.

“You little—”

“Watch yourself, Mr. Andrews. As it is, I bet you’re going to have one hell of a time bribing everyone not to tell Mrs. Andrews about how easy it was to push you into some slut’s pussy.” Serious or not, she still felt a little thrill in her own pussy at just saying the words. God, I wish someone would actually fuck me! But first things first.

“Blackmail! You’ll never get a goddamn cent out of me, you hear me!” He pounded a fist on his desk.

“I don’t want any. I just came in today to tell you I quit.” With that, she stormed out, leaving her dumbstruck boss in her wake.

A short while later, she arrived at Eric’s. She’d been masturbating the entire drive over—ran a red light and two stop signs in the process. She’d gotten pulled over, but the nice cop had let Cindy go with a warning after she smiled and showed him her titties.

Eric was reading a book when she came in, and put it down as she strode right in. He looked pleased at her choice of outfit, and just the feeling of a man’s eyes on her was enough to make her pussy wet. That it was Eric felt so much better.

“Eric?” She slathered a heavy note of neediness on it.

“Yeah, Cindy?”

She stuck her lower lip out poutily. “Would you fuck me? Pleeeeeeease?” She fidged one leg anxiously.

He smiled, then patted his lap. Giddily, she frolicked over to him and threw herself into it, immediately grinding against him and cooing happily at the promise it held of fuckings to come. She kisses his face and neck over and over, murmuring “thank you” repeatedly as she did.

It was sometime in the middle of this that she became herself again. Self-consciously, she pulled back from his neck, then almost as quickly jumped out of his lap and onto the far side of the couch, tugging her neckline up and skirt hem down.

“What the fuck!” Eric’s expression said he was restraining laughter. “It’s not funny, Eric!”

And he burst into a fit of the giggles. “Oh I’m sorry,” he laughed, then adopted a mocking falsetto. “Would you forgive me? Pweeeeease?” He thrust out his lower lip comically before losing it in laughter again.

Cindy fought not to smile. “What! You were the one who made me say that! As always, the only one laughing at your own lame joke.” He was laughing to hard for a rejoinder, so she thundered away while she could. “And what was with this morning, huh? You made me quit my fucking job! Now what am I going to do?”

That sobered him up pretty quick. “Wait, what? You quit your job?”

“Yeah—you had me dress up like I was out prowling for dick and so out-of-my-mind horny that I was friggin’ masturbating at my desk! Then when that asshole Andrews came by, he saw me doing it!”

He seemed surprised. “Wow. It’s a wonder you didn’t get fired before you quit.”

“Don’t fake shock, like you weren’t the puppet-master behind it all. And I didn’t let him fire me. We went back to his office, and I put on a big slutty show of seducing him with the door cracked open, then when he was all but ready to drop trou and nail me, I told him to go to hell and stormed out. Half the office heard us, I think. He’s probably already responding to blackmail letters.”

“Wow, that’s…” Eric composed himself. “That’s pretty kick-ass, actually. As quitting stories go, that’s tough to top.”

“Yeah, I guess it was.” She smirked in spite of herself, then swatted him in the arm (mostly playfully). “Still, you didn’t have to turn me into such a freaking slut!”

Eric raised his hands defensively. “All right, let me clear things up here. All I did was make it so once 8:00 rolled around, it’d be harder and harder to think about anything but sex. I didn’t do anything to make you wear anything—though nice choice, by the way—and I didn’t make you do anything having to do with quitting your boss. Shit, Cindy, I can’t believe you even made it in to work like this.”

“Well I did! Geez, you could’ve just asked—or hell, just commanded—me to come over here in the morning.”

“Sue me for my flare for the dramatic. Not like you didn’t know you were expected—you couldn’t just come straight here.”

She folded her arms across her chest. “And no idea how I’m going to pay my bills now, by the way. You know full well I was paycheck to paycheck.”

“Yeah, because a mind controller couldn’t possibly manage something as outlandish as covering rent and utilities,” he retorted sarcastically.

They were quiet a moment, and in the silence, the reality of it, what was about to happen, slammed home for her. “So is that what you’re going to do to me today?”

He broke eye contact, nodded. “Yeah, something like that.”

She folded her arms across her chest. “And do you have to turn me into such a bimbo? I was talking about myself in the third person at one point, for crying out loud.”

“Believe it or not, when you’re mind-controlling people into having sex with you, having them possess a deep and complicated personality isn’t all that appealing. If you just want sex with no strings attached, sometimes it’s nice if the feeling’s mutual. Uncomplicates things.”

“You like your girls ‘uncomplicated,’ do you,” she teased.

“Yeah, ’cause most guys hate the idea of a hot girl with nothing on her mind but fucking and sucking. Or most girls, for that matter.”

She attempted a counter-argument, but a few of the comments he remembered her making while watching Magic Mike—then later during Magic Mike 2—came back to haunt her in his rebuttal.

When they’d finished bickering, he gave her a long look. “Well, are you ready?”

“If I said no, would it make a difference?”

Eric shook his head. “In a moment, believe me, you won’t want to say no.” With that, Cindy lost the time again, coming to a moment later.

The first two things she was aware of were: There is a cock in the room. and I want it. Lucky for her, it was Eric’s cock—the bestest, most delicious and scrumptious and fucktastic dick in the world! And luckier still, Cindy knew Eric pretty good, and she immediately began having ideas about how to get it in her.

She started with her cleverest plan. “Hey, Eric! Like, do you wanna fuck me?” She spread her legs invitingly, revealing her dripping wet pussy. This is a good plan! Even if he says no, showing my pussy is super fun.

Eric chuckled. “Not much for foreplay, eh.”

“Oh, like, you mean you want a blowjob first? ’Cause I love sucking dick!” She nodded enthusiastically.

“Oh yeah? What else do you love?”

She thought. Thinking wasn’t much fun, nor was it easy—the total opposite of Cindy—but thinking of things she loved wasn’t as bad. “Um, so like, I like cock, and I like fucking them, and fucking them with my butt, or with my mouth, or with my boobies, and I like looking sexy, and making cocks hard, and fucking them, and fucking them with my butt, or with my—”

Eric interrupted her. “I think I get the point, you like cock.”

Cindy nodded vigorously, glad he got the basic gist of her very complex thought. She slid down to the floor and knee-walked bouncily to the other end of the couch, stopping in front of Eric. She plunged her face into his lap, rubbing and nuzzling at his crotch. She could feel his dick getting harder, and giggled happily at what she hoped that meant.

She stripped out of her top hastily, braless breasts springing forth happily. Cindy loved being naked, too, but Eric didn’t let her get that far in her list. She kissed the front of his pants lovingly.

“Damn, Cindy, you’re getting me kinda hard here,” Eric admitted.

Yay! Hard cock! “That’s the idea, silly.”

“You know, I think I’m going to head downtown. I know this crazy hot little barista that I’ve had my eye on for months.”

Cindy sat back upright, jaw dropping. “But—but—” she stammered. “But I wanna fuck you!”

He looked her over. “I’m sure you do, but… no offense, babe, but my barista’s hotter than you. Big tits, tight butt, pretty face… just a better deal, sorry.”

“No no no no no no no!” Cindy cried out desperately. She was so fucking horny! She hadn’t been fucked since, what, last night? It was torture! Eric couldn’t leave her like this, unfucked and wet! “No please, I can be SO much hotter than her! You just gotta lemme try, k?”

He eyed her skeptically. “Well what do you offer that she can’t?”

She thought. Damnit, why is thinking so hard! Why can’t we just fuck already! “Um, I’m right here already, so you don’t have to go downtown for pussy?”

Eric considered, then nodded. “Fair point.”

“Um… I have super cute boobies? And a nice round ass—boys love my ass. And my legs, too!” She tried to take off her skirt, but it was hard to do on her knees. She rolled around on the floor fumbling with it for a minute until she got it off. Eric snickered at the display.

“I’m not saying you’re not hot, Cindy—but this girl, well, she can give me free coffee too.”

That was tough. Cindy didn’t have any coffee! “Um, I could go get you coffee? Or, like, I could make some?” She was dubious about her ability to figure out the coffee thingy, but for a good dicking, she’d sure try.

“All right, what else you got?” Eric still looked mostly skeptical, impatient.

Cindy whined, pinching her nipples hard to express her frustration. She knew she deserved to get fucked more than this barista bitch! Cindy had met lots of girls, and except for maybe Susan Templeton from high school who rumor had it fucked the entire varsity offense on the football team after regionals, Cindy didn’t know any girl who loved fucking as much as she did.

“Please Eric, just PLEASE fuck me! I want it so ba-ha-haaaad! My pussy is fucking dripping wet right now and I’m almost drooling at how bad I want your cock in my mouth!” For the first time, her prey began to show interest. She pressed the attack.

“And my little ass is just begging to be fucked, don’t you think?” She turned around, arching her back to show off her perfect butt atop her long ballerina legs. “Speaking of begging, is that something your other little slut’s going to do? Show you how bad she needs you? Show you what a desperate little fucking slut she is? Will she spend all afternoon proving to you that your cock is the center of her universe?”

Cindy slipped a finger into her pussy, then another, overwhelmed with her need to get her cunt stuffed. Eric watched—I hope he’s watching; I love it when he watches me act like a needy little slut—and she just whimpered and moaned and panted and even growled with how bad she wanted it.

Her orgasm eluded her, but that was OK; playing with herself was fun, and helped pass the time between all those boring times when she wasn’t fucking. Then, just as she finally felt it nearing, someone rudely took her by the wrist and extracted her fingers. “Hey, I was using that!” Rude!

But a moment later her objections died on her lips—or really, they died in her cunt—as someone’s cock finally, FINALLY slid inside her. The sensation was beyond anything Cindy had ever felt before—even though she had somehow expected it to be exactly like this.

She had never felt this kind of pleasure before. Cindy shrieked like a banshee as her long-awaited orgasm triggered almost instantly, and didn’t stop. Her brain lost the capacity for registering anything but the mind-numbing pleasure of it, like she had a super-charged vibrator inside her and on her clit, except her whole body was a clit and her whole brain was a pussy. Or something. It felt perfect.

Except “perfect” couldn’t get better, but this somehow did. The cock in her kept thrusting, but now whoever it belonged to—Eric? That sounded right—was doing other things too. He was smacking her ass, really hard. That was good. That meant she was so fuckable that a cock wasn’t enough—he had to use his hands too.

She noticed he was talking, too. Well, not so much talking as just saying things about the fucking, calling her names. “Cheap little whore” and “that’s it, take it from behind like a bitch” and “fucking gutter tramp” and “ready to be my little butt slut?”

Oh! Cindy realized, that last one was a question! She was about to answer that of course she wanted her ass fucked when she felt him pushing his way in anyway. Good, talking about it would have just slowed us down. Her own cunt juices had lubricated his shaft just enough to slide in, stuffing her so full that it was like she could feel it up into her stomach. She had thought she was having an orgasm before, but now her whole body thrashed in bliss, and all she could do was try to hold her legs steady to keep from falling off of Eric’s cock—the worst thing she could imagine happening. He struck a relatively fast rhythm—for butt-fucking, anyway; her pussy could handle much rougher treatment—and Cindy did her best to try to rock in time with the thrusts, but it was difficult to concentrate through wave after tidal wave of ecstacy.

Then, she came so hard she blacked out.

When she came to, she was lying on the couch, still naked, and he was standing over her smiling. She smiled back. Eric is so nice. Eric fucked me. “Sorry if that was too much,” he said in an apologetic tone.

Cindy giggled. “Silly! You can fuck me as hard as you want! Wanna fuck some more?” She spread her legs helpfully.

“Nah, not just yet.”

“Oh, OK. What do you wanna do then? You wanna touch my boobs?”

“I was thinking of maybe going out for a while, actually. Maybe to the beach. You game?”

She sat up, instantly excited. “I love the beach!” Her tiny little mind was filled with visions of herself in (and out) of a variety of skimpy bikinis.

“Cool. Go see if you got yourself a suit to your liking when you went shopping yesterday, and let’s get ready.”

Cindy eagerly rummaged through her bags—she loved shopping!—and saw that she’d bought not just one, but several. There was an electric blue one that was technically a one-piece but was really just two thin straps that went across part of her breasts and over her shoulders, looping back down again to her crotch. There was a more standard leopard print bikini, neat triangles over breasts, pussy and ass. Finally there was one the old Cindy doubted would have been legal to wear at a public beach—a string bikini bottom that went right between her butt cheeks to hide nothing from behind and only a few-inch triangle in front to conceal her slit, her pubes and nothing else, with a top that was little more than a couple patches of stretchy fabric to cover her nipples and an inch or two around them. It was sluttier than going naked. It was the sort of swimsuit that only served to guarantee every single guy who saw her would be instantly fantasizing about ripping off the annoying little scraps that stood in the way of seeing her completely nude.

Naturally, Cindy donned this last one.

Even Eric was taken aback a moment when he came back down in his own tanktop and trunks, and she beamed at him while spinning to show it off from all sides. “Like what you see?”

“Holy shit, Cindy, that’s the sluttiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Where did you even find something that revealing? I could fuck the hell out of you right now.”

She clapped her hands giddily and draped herself over the arm of the couch, spreading her legs and arching her back. The skimpy joke of a bikini would do nothing to impede his cock from getting right into her pussy.

“Figuratively,” he said, then seeing her not comprehend, he rephrased. “Not yet, hon.” He patted her ass affectionately. With a sulk, she got back up and followed him to the car.

It was a little more than a half hour drive to the beach, so Eric suggested stopping for a bite. Cindy couldn’t really agree or disagree with her mouth full of Eric’s cock, but she didn’t care anyway, any more than she cared about the cars stopped alongside them at lights snapping pictures of her practically naked ass up in the air while she gave her friend a blowjob. Cindy knew she had a hot ass. Of course guys would wanna take a picture of it to jack off to, and she liked to be helpful.

She didn’t even notice when Eric pulled into a gas station until he gently lifted her off his cock by the hair. A few other people were staring as she came up for air. “All righty, Cindy, the station has a sandwich place inside, so I’m gonna head in and order for us. Mind pumping the gas? Then just head on inside.”

Cindy agreed, and hopped out of the car to comply. Everyone around her was staring, which made it super hard to concentrate with how horny being stared at made her. For fun while she waited, she put her pelvis up to the pump and rocked her hips back and forth. That’s funny—it looks like I’m a boy fucking the car in the gas-hole! But then that just made her even hornier! Life is hard. Like a good hard cock.

When she was done, she strutted on inside, pausing to wave to all the men watching her go. Behind them, cars were honking for them to get out of the way, as some had been done with their own gas for a good while as they’d leered at the ditz in her bikini. She joined Eric at his table, where he was already sitting with their lunches. For a moment a man who looked like he was probably the manager came over looking angry at Cindy—how a boy could be angry to have a mostly naked slut sitting in his store she couldn’t imagine—then Eric gave him a long look and the man froze in his tracks, then smiled and went back behind the register.

Cindy was mostly finished with her sandwich before she couldn’t take it any more. “Eric?” she said plaintively.

“Yeah?” he answered around a mouthful of turkey.

“Everybody’s looking at me,” she whined.

“Yeah, well, look at you. You’re practically naked. Of course they’re looking.”

“I know! I look super hot, right? But with all those eyes on me, it’s just …” she shifted to a whisper, but a stage whisper she wanted everyone to hear, “…making me crazy fucking horny!” Ever since her black-out orgasm earlier, all she could think about was getting another one. That meant convincing Eric to fuck her, and she would do anything in her power to make that happen.

Eric smiled. “Not much I can do about that in the middle of a restaurant, hon.”

“But you can make people do stuff, right? Like, you made me into this big hot slutty slut? Like, just make everyone be OK with fucking me, and we can just do it right here on the table!” In her manic need, she swept the food off on the floor and hopped up in its place, spreading her legs wide.

“It’s more of a one-on-one thing—doesn’t really handle crowd-control well. Besides, I don’t wanna have to keep stopping in the middle every time someone walks in.” She could tell from the way he looked around at the employees and the way they blanked out, then hurried over to clean up Cindy’s mess that it was his doing. (One of the girls working there was pretty cute, and it made Cindy feel special to know Eric could fuck anybody he wanted, but here he was taking the day to play with her instead.)

“Well what about the bathroom? We could fuck in the bathroom, right? Just lock the door!”

Eric chuckled, shaking his head in incredulity at her relentlessness. “All right, all right, you’ve worn be down. You just trashed half my lunch, though, so I’m gonna get that replaced. You go on in and get ready for me, OK? I’ll be there in a few.”

Cindy jumped with glee and skipped off down the hallway with the bathrooms. Hmm, boy’s or girl’s? Eric would be more comfortable in the boys. She entered gingerly and checked herself over in the mirror, tugging her bikini top into the right place, wishing she had her makeup with her to freshen up. She ignored the sound of someone flushing behind her as she posed and flounced in the mirror.

A moment later, she heard a sound of startlement behind her as a man opened up his stall door to find Cindy there in front of him. He was short and skinny, probably even lighter than Cindy was herself, and was in the process of doing up his buckle when the sight of her froze him in place. “Uh, ma’am? This is the men’s room—I think you meant to be next door…”

“Nope! I came in here to fuck!” Cindy giggled.

A little smile snuck onto his face. “What, like a hooker? Didn’t think this was that kind of place.”

She shook her head. “I’m not a hooker!”

The man looked stricken. “Oh! Sorry ma’am, I…”

“I’m a slut. I just like fucking. Girls who make guys pay them for sex are stupid and mean.”

“Oh, so… you just want to have sex?”

“O-M-G like ALL the TIME, you have no idea!”

In no time, he had his pants unfastened and pulling back down. The man couldn’t believe a girl this hot was just hanging out in gas station rest rooms trolling for dick. “Well fuck yeah, let’s get to it!”

“Oh!” She waved her hands in front of her. “Oh no, I came in here to fuck Eric! Sorry, I didn’t mean to tease you.”

He looked crestfallen. “Well damn girl, you come in here talkin’ like that and dressed like that, hard to believe you weren’t.”

Cindy felt bad for making someone upset—especially a man, especially a man with a big hard dick. Especially a man with a big hard dick who wanted to fuck her. “Awww, don’t be mad. Here, let me make it better, OK?” She kept him from pulling his pants back up and knelt down in front of him, stroking his cock with soft hands.

“Oh, well… that’s more like it.”

Cindy grinned. She liked making people happy. Instincts, some she didn’t know how she came by them, kicked in. Make eye contact. Swirl your tongue, then drag it. Then swirl the other way, so he won’t get bored. Moan a little—it does feel good to have a cock in your mouth after all. In fact, it was the least bored she’d been in like an hour. Ish.

It must have been a while for the poor guy, because he didn’t last long. She didn’t even have time to ask where he’d like to finish before he spurted his load into her mouth. She noted with disappointment that it didn’t taste nearly as good as Eric’s. She gave a few last long sucks to clean off her mystery cum-donor before zipping him up. “Thanks, baby, that was, uh… just, wow.”

Cindy giggled. “I’m a pretty good cock-sucker, huh!”

Eric’s voice from the doorway surprised her. “You sure are.”

Fucking time! The time for fucking! She squealed delightedly and bounced over to hug and kiss him. The other guy excused himself—without washing his hands! gross!—and Cindy wasted no time in getting Eric’s pants off. Moments later, she bent herself over one of the sinks and tugged the flimsy little string going between her butt cheeks to the side.

“You’re sure you want this, Cindy?”

She reached down to rub her clit—not that she needed to get any more juiced up, but still, she was impatient. Eric’s cock had been out for like a whole minute and he still wasn’t fucking her! She moaned in frustrated, wanton need. “Oh gosh you don’t know how bad I need it. Fuck meeeeeeee!” she whined.

“You’re sure? In a filthy gas station men’s room?” He sounded a bit put off.

“Cindy doesn’t care if it’s filthy; Cindy’s a filthy little slut!” She rocked her hips back and forth, slipping a couple fingers inside herself.

Eric frowned at his surroundings. “Yeah I dunno, hon. It’s… kinda gross. Not the easiest to get excited in a place like this, even with a smokin’ hot piece of ass like you. C’mon, let’s get out of here. We’ll fuck again soon, promise.”

It took several minutes of resisting her pleading, and then another couple to get her to stop desperately humping his leg, before they left the bathroom. I need another one of those orgasms, damnit! He reminded her helpfully as they passed through the store that she’d pried her bikini top to the sides and her boobs were hanging out. Not that she cared if people looked at her titties, but she didn’t want to look like she was too dumb to dress herself. That would be embarrassing.

Eric was nice enough to let her keep playing with herself in the car—not that she hadn’t been having fun sucking him off before, but she was too horny not to be touching herself, but all the tiny—i.e. normal—orgasms she was having were mere candles next to the inferno of the one earlier. She giggled when a mother suddenly veered onto the shoulder and slammed on the breaks to stop her son from staring at her. She sorta kinda remembered her life when she had been a stupid boring prude and wouldn’t have enjoyed seeing a sexy piece of ass frigging herself. I used to be so stupid! Then Eric yelled at her for spreading her legs so wide she was nudging the gear shift and almost put the car in park.

Finally, they arrived at the beach. Eric let Cindy carry their towels and bag, mostly to keep her hands busy so she didn’t keep playing with herself while they walked down to the water. She made sure to walk one foot in front of the other, her round ass jiggling for the eyes of everyone there. Especially Eric and his magic super-dick.

They walked until they found a spot with a little space around it and spread out some towels. Somehow, she had managed to forget sunscreen; as someone who looked good with a fair complexion, Cindy kept herself pale and knew she’d burn like an ant under a magnifying glass out here.

“Sorry hon, I got nothing. I’m sure you can find someone to loan you some.” She pouted, then skipped off to where a group of four teenage boys were sitting around gabbing. They were nerdy-looking—two of them were playing handheld video games, even at the beach—and looked fairly stunned to see Cindy’s sexy, mostly-naked body standing before them, a shy smile on her face.

“Hey boys. I was wondering if you had any lotion I could use?” She rocked front to back on her feet. The boys stared at the way it made her tits bounce.

“Oh, uh, yeah, sure,” one of them said, producing a bottle of SPF-40 from under his chair. He reached out to hand it to her, hand shaking like he was afraid he’d pop her like a bubble.

Cindy chirped her thanks, but then one of them, a skeezy-looking kid with some acne issues, ran around to head her off, his video game forgotten. “Wait wait wait!” He glared at the lack of ambition among his peers, then directed an unctuous smile at Cindy. “Sure you don’t need some help getting it on, babe?”

She grinned. One of the best parts of being a hot slut was that boys were eager to do things for her so she would fuck them. Glancing back, she saw Eric was watching with interest, and she had a hunch that he’d not mind. “Sure! Go ahead fellas.” She held her arms out to the sides and stood with her legs apart.

“Um, all of us?” the boy squeaked.

“I don’t care, as long as you don’t miss anyplace. I got so much skin out and I don’t wanna go home with a bright red tushy do I?” She explained patiently.

“No, no, we can’t have that,” he said, regaining some of his confidence, then to his friends, “I got the legs.”

Another one jumped to his feet. “I got her top!” and another, only slightly less enthused, “I got her back!” They immediately began squirting lotion on their hands and on her body parts, nearly fighting over who got the bottle first. Cindy just smiled as she felt three pairs of hands smearing the slimy oil on her body, luxuriating even in this clumsy amateur fondling. She had to remind them to get her calves, her feet, her arms, so attentive they were almost too attentive to her thighs, her stomach, her shoulders, her chest.

Meanwhile, the fourth boy just stood by watching enviously as his friends groped her. Still, they were nerdy teenage boys, and his friends were too shy to cover everything she needed covered—even with her standing by allowing their hands to roam as they would. When she was sure they’d covered as much as they were going to cover, she took a few steps forward toward the shy boy, his friends relinquishing their grasp on her as she put the small distance between them.

“Aww, you got left out, huh.” The boy nodded sullenly. “Well they missed a couple spots… would you be a dear and help out?” Another nod. She smiled, then tugged her top out of the way and let her tits out into full view.

He was still hesitant, so Cindy had to take his hands, put lotion in it, and put them on her. He stared goggle-eyed, then slowly began to massage her breasts; when they were good and covered, she turned around and thrust out her butt, which Skeezy had been too chickenshit to get while he was handling her thighs.

There was a long moment of waiting, her pussy dripping into her already-soaked bottoms, before she felt two tentative hands grasp her ass. They were cold from the lotion, and she moaned at the sensation. Soon he was fondling with abandon, squeezing and rubbing her cheeks with the vigor of a teenage boy.

“Lower,” she panted. He froze, then moved his hands down toward where her ass met her thighs. “No no—I meant deeper,” she amended.

She had to ask three more times, including several whimpered please’s, before his hand was finally rubbing her cunt. Cindy groaned happily, humping herself against it, then giggled at her propensity for setting out to do something simple and having it lead to her giving out blowjobs or getting fingered on the beach.

She was super close to getting off when Eric finally came over and with a glance dismissed the boys. Cindy whined as her pussy was once more frustratingly empty.

The afternoon passed slowly. Cindy asked occasionally if it was time to fuck her yet. She tried not to be pesky, waiting as long as she could between requests. (She’d tried counting to a thousand between asking, but she was so eager she kept counting by 100’s. And that was hard! The numbers got big so fast!)

Eric seemed to just want to relax—which for him, strangely, didn’t involve fucking her—and she soon just did her best to arouse his interest. She did stretches, splashed around in the shallow water, touched herself frequently, stayed a few feet in front of him while they walked down the beach so he could watch her ass. A few times he grabbed her waist and pulled her up against him, a few times kissed her—but that was it. It felt good, but she needed to cum again like she did earlier.

Thinking was no longer her strong suit, but for a prize like getting fucked again, she would try her best. What would push him over the edge and get his cock in her? She thought about how he’d had her go to work and behave like a little whore, the show she’d given everyone on the drive out and at the gas station, letting those boys feel her up…

Realizing he enjoyed showing off his little trophy fuck toy gave her new ideas. As the sun moved towards the horizon, she tried one plan after another. She went to the concessions stand and got them both ice cream, except “oopsie! I forgot my money!” soon turned into her letting the guy running the stand suck on her tits as payment. (His beard tickled, but she didn’t complain.) She joined some men playing volleyball and watched them throw the game as they lost themselves ogling her. She gave a lot of consoling hugs after making them miss the ball, and before long it was common practice to give her friendly pats on the ass—as teammates, of course. She saw a girl around her own age sitting by herself reading who kept looking up to check her out while they played; after the game, Cindy walked over and pushed the book out of the way and kissed her full on the lips. They made out for ten minutes before Cindy finally went back to see if Eric wanted to fuck the two of them together. He said he didn’t, but she should have her fun if she wanted. But the girl had run off. And either way, it would be pointless. She needed that pleasure that only he could give her.

As the sun set and Eric drove them back home, Cindy was beside herself with desperation. She wasn’t even horny any more—well, she was, but it was so much more intense that it should be a whole other word. Ever since that mind-blowing orgasm this morning, getting another one had increasingly become all she could think about, but nothing else would do. She’d had small, regular orgasms, but it was like giving a starving woman a goldfish cracker. It was nice, but she needed something more substantial. And she knew only Eric and his wonderful, glorious cock could give it to her.

She barely realized when they got home; he had to open her car door for her and lead her in by the hand. He took her in and gently set her down in his lap. There weren’t any complaints when she shed the skimpy bikini, long since tired of having to wear clothes, and curled up naked against his chest, nuzzling her cheek against him despondently.

Eric finally seemed to take notice. “Now don’t get excited—I’m just asking out of curiosity, OK. But… do you still want to have sex?”

Her heart started racing. He might as well have said “now don’t get worked up, but you just won the lottery” or “good news, the president died and he left you America in his will.” Her pussy clenched and unclenched just at the thought of his cock. “Yes. Yes, I super duper want to have sex.” She nodded, being careful not to move much. He seemed to be enjoying the cuddling.

“How bad do you want it?”

She tried to find the words, but she’d never wanted anything so badly before. Besides, most of the things my old self wanted were stupid. Getting a college degree never made me cum even once! “Like, it’s the thing I want more than anything in the world. This morning… that was the best I’ve ever felt in my whole life.”

Eric smiled. “Yeah, I figured. So suppose I wanted to make you earn it. What would you give me for it?”

“For fucking me?” She thought, and couldn’t think of anything else that had ever made her as happy. “I dunno. You want my car? My apartment? It’s not, like, mine, but you could use it for whatever. All my stuff? I could give you my bank thingy and you could have all my money, if you want. It’s not much, but I could make more. Or—”

He held up a hand to silence her. “All right, so everything you have basically. Right, but what if I wanted more? What would you do for it?”

“Oh gosh, anything! Like, I saw how you liked watching me today, so like, I could do stuff like that. Let people touch me, or I could suck their cocks or fuck them or whatever you want me to do. I could definitely be a stripper, for sure—remember I told you that creepy guy who gave me his business card once and made an offer?”

He smiled. “I remember.”

“Yeah! And like, I’d do that, or star in porn if you wanted, or both, and I could give you all the money and everything if that’d make you wanna fuck me.” She started kissing his neck, thinking about what she would be willing to do for him. Then instead she thought about what she wouldn’t do for him if he’d just fuck her. And there was nothing. And she told him.

Then, suddenly, Cindy was herself again.

The realization took a moment; she was still incredibly horny, though then she realized she was no longer psychotically obsessed with her friend’s dick. She was still naked and on his lap, and quickly removed herself.

“Feel free to get dressed. Plenty of clothes here that should fit you; when I sent you to go shopping yesterday, I’d thought you’d just pick up a few things… should’ve been more specific.”

She found a pair of short shorts and a tank top that weren’t too bad and put them on. “You don’t have to avert your eyes, you know. Not like you haven’t been seeing me basically naked all day.” She seated herself on the couch, facing him, and folded her arms defiantly across her chest. “So what the hell gives? Why turn me into a nymphomaniac slut obsessed with your cock, parade me around like the queen slut of the world, then not have sex with me?” she demanded.

“Well, you didn’t make it easy, that’s for sure.”

“Yeah, making things easy is more your thing.”

“Pun. Nice,” he chuckled, but only barely. “Well, to your question… I’m still just showing you your options is all.”

“What? Why in the fuck would you ever think I would choose to be turned into some exhibitionist bimbo?!”

“So yesterday, you got to see what it’d be like not to have your own thoughts, just to instinctively make me happy.”

She sighed. “I know, I was there. Believe me, I remember.”

“Yeah. Well, today was about letting you still have thoughts and feelings, but having those feelings gravitate into a direction that would please me.” He raised a hand to forestall another accusation. “Now I know, I know, it’s a limited range. But it’s pretty honest, at least, isn’t it? If I’m going to make you a fuck toy, at least you were what pretty much anybody thinks about when they think ‘fuck toy.’

“Gee thanks, you’re the most honest slaver I’ve ever met.”

“Hey now. Think back to this morning. Is there really no benefit?”

She blushed, remembering her screeching, howling, thrashing orgasm, by a thousand miles the greatest pleasure she’d ever felt in her entire life, and didn’t answer. Eric continued. “Right. So yesterday, I made you into a sex toy who only thought about making me happy; today, similar thing, but you only thought about making yourself happy. I just happen to be the thing that makes you happiest. And in return, you get to act out every sexual fantasy you ever had, and have the best time in your life doing it.”

“Act out my… you’ve got to be kidding me. I was acting out your fantasies, Eric.”

He shook his head. “Cindy, we both know you like attention. Blame me if you want, but you’ve always liked flaunting it. You’ve just been too afraid of what people will say. Remember last Halloween, you did that slutty witch thing? Or how every time you go to a club, you go to one out of town so no one will recognize you and dress—I believe this is a quote—‘as skanky as the law allows’?”

She frowned. “Well, OK, but…”

“We don’t need to argue it. Pretend you don’t like it if you want, but either way, if you pick this option, that’s what you’ll get.”

Her next question was in a small voice. “Do you have to make me so… vapid? Smart girls can be just as sexy too.”

He shrugged. “It helps me remember you’re not… you. If I thought of you as you, I wouldn’t…”

She sensed his weakness exposed and tried to exploit it before the moment passed. “Wouldn’t want to turn a woman you love into some worthless stupid disposable sex object?”

He stiffened a moment, looking down at his lap, remaining quiet long enough that Cindy began to wonder if she might have actually persuaded him. Then he looked up, and that steely determined look was back. “Well, I can’t have what I really wanted, so I opted for a consolation prize.”

Damn. Still, maybe… “Fine. But if you insist on making me a moron, can you at least let me be a little choosier? Maybe it wouldn’t seem so bad if I at least didn’t let anybody who wants to fuck me have a taste. At least if I’m going to be Little Cindy Sucksalot, let me have some standards.”

He considered, then nodded. “I can do that.”

The room was silent for a moment as she composed herself. She only had one more day before it would all be over. She remembered how the alternative personalities thought of her—yesterday as some pointless ne’er-do-well, and today as some unimaginably frigid prude. Just a collection of memories they could use to help them fuck Eric. They had her memories, but associated them with another person, a life that wasn’t theirs. And it wasn’t. After tomorrow, she’d have to make a choice, and then her life as she’d known it would be over. Of the choices she’d been presented with, she couldn’t imagine picking either. If it was just the two, would she rather be an obedient toy, or a whorish dimwit?

Eric let her work through her thoughts patiently, and then she finally spoke her thoughts. “So… two last things.”

“Shoot.” He gestured for her to proceed.

“First: can you tell me what to expect tomorrow?” She was almost afraid to ask, afraid she’d be up all night dreading it. Would tomorrow be a dominatrix? A robot? A fetished super-heroine? But then she could as easily be up all night dreading what she didn’t know, too.

He thought a moment before responding. “Well, I don’t want to spoil the surprise, but I promise you, tomorrow you’re going to be much more yourself.”

“More myself?” she probed, but he wouldn’t elaborate except to nod in confirmation. “Well, maybe that won’t be so bad.”

“Maybe. We’ll see.” His tone was neutral. “You said there were two things.”

Cindy nodded. This one was harder.

“I want you to fuck her.”

Eric sat up like she’d slapped him. “You want what?”

She stood and walked over to him, then squatted down at his feet. “You tortured that poor girl. You made her out-of-her-mind with lust for you, jump through hoops to please you, and then you just… ditched her.”

“So you’re saying you want me to… you…?”

For a guy who’s taking a woman as his sex slave, he sure has a hard time saying the word “sex.” “No. Not me. I couldn’t… not after the past couple days. Not that the sex hasn’t been amazing—something you sure made certain of today—but…You were my best friend, Eric. Your friendship meant the world to me. Then you…” She shook it off. No point throwing a tantrum. “But you should do it for her.”

“‘For her?’ She’s not real, Cindy. She’s a personality I molded for you, no more real than the part played by an actress.”

“Well she’s part of me now. I still remember her, her desperation, her simple, incredibly stupid desire for you, and she’s still in there. A part of me that remembers the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known. And we deserve to get it.” He hesitated. “Do it, Eric. If you ever cared about me.”

Her vision cleared, and she found herself in one of her favorite places—kneeling in front of Eric. “Time to get fucked, hon.”

Cindy the slut beamed. From somewhere deep inside, Cindy the woman smiled a little too.