The Hivemind Sluts Crave Him
Copyright© 2025 by mypenname3000
Chapter 2: The Sluts Are Eager to Make Him Happy
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Sluts Are Eager to Make Him Happy - One day, it seems like everyone in the world just wants to make Kurt happy in any way he can desire!
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mind Control Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Science Fiction Cuckold Slut Wife Incest Mother Sister Father Daughter Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Interracial Black Female White Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Tit-Fucking Water Sports
Note: This is a commissioned story. I don’t have much say over the events.
Kurt Martin
It was a dream come true.
Liz, the landlord’s bratty daughter, wanted to suck my cock clean of her ass. I had just fucked her in the asshole as she sat on the counter in my shitty apartment. She wore only an apron that her big, soft tits spilled out around, her brown nipples hard. The Hispanic slut licked her lips.
“Shit, that would be great,” I groaned and pulled my cock out of her asshole. I had already dumped my load into her pussy. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on—the entire world seemed to have changed but me—but I was enjoying it. “Suck my dick clean.”
“I’m glad that will make you happy, sir,” she said and slipped off the counter and knelt before me. Her golden-brown hand gripped the base of my pale dick. “Ooh, yes, yes, you’re ready for this.”
She opened her mouth wide and engulfed my dick.
I shuddered at the warmth of her mouth nursing on my dick. It felt so good to have her sucking on me. She bobbed her mouth up and down my rod. It was just an incredible thrill to have her swirling her tongue around my dick.
The pleasure shot down my shaft. I shuddered at the heat of her suckling. It was wild. I slid my finger through her black hair. This was incredible. She was sucking my dick clean just like I had always wanted.
I watched porn about this.
I shuddered as she worked her mouth up and down my dick. I savored the heat of her mouth. My cheating cunt of an ex-wife would never do this. I bet she would for my boss, the asshole fucking her and making her into a whore.
Liz popped her mouth off my cock and gasped, “Am I not doing a good job, sir?”
“You’re doing a great job,” I said. “Just awesome.”
“Oh,” she said, smiling. “You looked angry. I thought I wasn’t making you happy.”
“No, no, just...” I smiled at her. “Just thinking of something else. Get back to sucking my dick. You’re making me very, very happy.”
“That’s wonderful, sir,” she beamed and opened her mouth wide.
She swallowed my cock again.
It felt so wonderful to have her soft, plump lips sliding over my dick. She drove me wild with her sucking. I groaned as she nursed on me. She suckled so hard. It was a wonderful moment to have her polishing my pole.
That cock was just in her asshole, and she was enjoying it so much. Her eyes sparkled with delight. I slid my fingers through her hair, savoring this wonderful moment. She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my rod.
It was an incredible rush to have her nursing on me like that. She whimpered around my cock, her tongue dancing. She brushed the spongy tip. She caressed that sensitive spot, making me shiver. She purred happily.
She was seeing what I liked.
“Damn, Liz, you’re such a good slut!” I groaned.
She purred around my dick. I shuddered, savoring the way that she suckled on me. She blew me with so much passion. It was an awesome moment to have her working that wonderful mouth up and down my dick.
She suckled on me with all that she had. She blew me with such passion. I rose and rose toward that moment when I would cum in her mouth. Her hand stroked the base of my cock as she twisted her head, varying how she blue we.
It was a wonderful treat.
I was so happy to have her blowing me with all that she had. It was so wonderful. Her tongue danced around my dick. She blew me with all that she had. It was so amazing to have her suckling on my dick. It was a beautiful thing to experience.
“Damn, I’m going to cum!” I moaned.
She bobbed her head faster, her big boobs jiggling. She suckled with such enthusiasm. She wanted my cum. I didn’t get why she was being so nice to me. She was such a fucking brat, and now she came over to clean and cook and fuck me.
It was incredible.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I hit that peak.
I erupted.
My cum spurted into her mouth.
She gulped it down. She swallowed that wonderful cum. The heat swept through me. It was an amazing moment. Their rapture crashed into my mind as she was gulping down all my spunk. She swallowed every last drop of my jizz.
It was a beautiful thing. I loved the warmth of this moment. It was an incredible rush. I spurted more and more of my cum into her mouth. It was just a wonderful thrill to have that spunk flooding her mouth.
“Yes!” I growled. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
I erupted one last time into her mouth. She popped her mouth off my dick and opened her mouth wide. There was my pearly cum pooling around her tongue. Then she closed her mouth and gulped noisily. A moment later, she opened wide.
“Aaaaaaahhhhh!”
Not a drop of my cum remained.
“You are one naughty slut,” I groaned.
She smiled. “I just want to make you happy, sir. Now, let me make dinner. Do you want a beer? You just sit down and watch your TV show.”
I grunted and sat in my recliner as she darted into the kitchen. Her golden-brown asscheeks jiggled. She was a short but curvy thing. An eighteen-year-old hottie. She grabbed one of those new beers they sold at the store. Not the cheap stuff, but some microbrewery shit. I wouldn’t ever buy it, but it was all they had.
It was good.
I cracked the can and turned on the news. I sipped at it. Normally, I watched porn and masturbated until I passed out, trying to forget my wife kicking me out. I missed my daughters. I sipped at the beer as Liz was happily cooking for me.
It was what my wife should have done. Instead, I got her a job at my work when she was feeling the need to work again. The girls were old enough, and she...
I took a deep swig of the beer and turned on the news.
“The conflict between Ukraine and Russia has officially ended,” said the newscaster. “The presidents of Russia and Ukraine were seen shaking hands as they agreed to a complete end of the war.”
“Huh,” I said. “Didn’t see that happening.”
“The Department of Transportation reports that car fatalities have plummeted drastically,” said the female anchor. She had nice tits. It was a shame they weren’t out. That would be nice to see the news with her tits out.
The news, though, was kind of boring. There was no talk about problems. Congress was getting along. The president wasn’t being raked over the coals for his every word. It was strange. Like it was out there. Everything was peaceful.
I didn’t get it.
I glanced at Liz as she was cooking, the pan frying. Her cute rump wiggled back and forth. “Why are you doing this, Liz?”
“Because I want to make you happy,” she said. “You want me to make you happy, sir, right? You were always staring down my low-cut tops and at my ass in tight shorts. Doesn’t it make you happy to see it? To enjoy me.”
“So happy,” I said, ginning at her. “I mean ... Never mind.” What the fuck was going on?
She kept cooking. I flicked off the news and changed the channel. The news was on another channel. It was just as boring. The weather did come up. There was a chance of rain over the weekend. I wanted to watch something.
I changed the channel, and there was a rerun of The Big Bang Theory. It was harmless stuff.
Liz finished cooking our dinner and set the table. I turned the table off and enjoyed the meal. She pan-fried steaks. They were delicious. I devoured mine. She beamed at me as she sat there with her tits out as we ate. She was just delicious.
I had to fuck her again.
After we finished eating, she gathered up the dishes and headed for the sink. She turned on the faucet as he placed them in there. My cock throbbed. She was gorgeous, and I didn’t want to wait any longer to enjoy her again.
“Leave the dishes,” I said and stood. I grabbed her hand. “I want to see those big tits bouncing as you ride me.”
“Of course, sir,” she said, beaming at me. She didn’t resist as I pulled her down the hall to my bedroom.
My bed had been made. The sheets and coverlets pulled up. The shitty apartment was so clean. Liz had done that for me, and she didn’t seem to want a single thing back in return. She just wanted to help me. It made no fucking sense, but...
I wasn’t going to complain.
I sank onto the bed and lay there, my cock twitching. She smiled at me and untied her apron. She let it drop. Those big tits of hers spilled out. She had a natural pair of double D’s. I bet it would be so hot to piss on them.
God, I wanted to piss on a girl. I started to get into that sort of porn, but I couldn’t ask her to do that. It was too demeaning. I didn’t want to ruin whatever this was that I had with her. She was so willing to do so much more.
I didn’t need that, though ... it would be hot.
She straddled my bed and gripped my cock. She smiled at me, her big boobs swaying. I loved the sight of them. She pressed my dick into her cunt. That felt so wonderful. She rubbed me up and down her juicy slit.
“Mmm, sir,” she moaned and plunged her cunt down my dick. Her big boobs slapped together. “Oh, oh, that’s amazing, sir!”
“So fucking amazing,” I groaned as the Hispanic slut took me to the hilt. “Damn, you’re such a whore, Liz.”
She beamed at me. “I’m glad you’re happy, sir!”
“So fucking happy,” I groaned, my cock aching in her pussy.
She gripped my dick with her silky snatch and slid up me. She massaged me with that hot flesh. Her boobs slapped together as she plunged back down on me. It was so great to feel her around me like that. She groaned as she took me to the hilt.
She rode me with that hot snatch. She worked up and down me. She gasped and moaned, her hair tossing as she gripped my dick with that hot flesh. The pleasure swelled at the tip of my cock. I groaned as that silky twat plunged down me.
“Damn,” I groaned. “Do you love my cock in your pussy?”
“Of course I do,” she purred. “Ooh, ooh, that’s so amazing, sir! That’s just so wonderful!”
I enjoyed every second of her hot cunt working up and down my dick. Her silky snatch held me tight. My nuts twitched as I just wanted to erupt into her twat. I wanted to flood her with so much cum. Just fill her to the brim with my spunk.
She wiggled her hips back and forth. I trembled as she massaged me with that wonderful twat. She felt incredible about my rod. I slid my hands up her breasts and cupped them. I squeezed those wonderful boobs. I loved the feel of them in my hands.
My thumbs swept out and rubbed at her nipples.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned, her pussy clamping down on my dick. “That’s so good. Sir! Sir! You’re always so generous with me! You give me pleasure, too!”
“You deserve it for being such a hot-ass Latina slut!” I growled. “Damn, work that cunt!”
“Yes, yes, sir!” she moaned.
She plunged her pussy down on my dick. She felt incredible. I loved the warmth of her pussy around my dick. She gripped me. Massaged me. It was incredible to have her riding me like that. She gripped my dick with her hot flesh.
I rose and rose toward my climax. I would have a huge one. I could not wait to cum in her. She gripped my dick with that hot flesh. She held me tight with her wonderful snatch. I felt that heat building and building as she rode me.
“That’s it!” I moaned. “That’s so good! Just work that pussy. You’re going to have a pussy full of cum!”
“It makes you so happy to cum in a woman, right, sir?” she moaned.
“Fuck, yes!” I growled.
“Good!” she moaned and plunged her cunt up and down my dick. She squeezed her pussy around me, her tits bouncing. “Oh, oh, sir, creampie my pussy!”
That Latina slut tossed her head, her golden-brown face twisting with delight. She massaged me with that silky passion as I swelled toward that moment when I would cum in her. I could not wait to dump my load into her.
She moaned louder and louder, her youthful face twisting in passion. That barely legal pussy plunged up and down my dick. Eighteen ... The same age as my youngest daughter, Nathalie. She was a cheerleader.
I would love to have her bouncing on my dick.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I groaned. “Cum on my cock, slut!”
“Yes, sir!” she moaned and plunged her pussy down my rod. “Oh, oh, sir, I love pleasing you!”
Her pussy convulsed around my cock.
I groaned as that hot twat suckled at me. She tossed her head, her passion echoing through the air. It was such a beautiful thing to have all that pleasure rushing through me. She nursed at me with that hot cunt. I swelled toward that moment of eruption.
“Fuck, slut!” I growled.
I exploded into her cunt.
“Sir!” she squealed as I dumped my load into her pussy.
I creampied her.
My jizz pumped over and over into her writhing pussy. Her hot snatch suckled at me. The pleasure slammed through me. Stars burst across my vision, twinkling around those big boobs of hers as they bounced. Liz leaned over me, trembling.
She cried out again and again as I dumped more and more of my cum into her pussy. The entire apartment complex had to hear her squealing her pretty head off. I grunted, my hands balling into fists. I filled her to the brim with my spunk.
“Shit!” I groaned as I erupted in her one last time.
“Sir,” she moaned and fell onto me, her boobs piling into my chest. “Oh, oh, sir!”
I kissed her.
She moaned, her lips melting to mine as her pussy rippled around my dick a few more times. I savored the afterglow of my orgasm as I made out with her. It was so passionate. So intimate. I had a woman in my bed.
A slut.
I wasn’t sleeping alone tonight.
New art not consumed. Perhaps not needed with needs met. Unity desired. Happiness achieved.
Observation continues to maximize wholeness.
Kurt Martin
I woke up to something warm and wet on my dick.
A delicious suckling. I groaned as I rose out of the grogginess of sleep, “Michelle.”
The sucking stopped. The mouth popped off my dick. “I’m not Michelle, sir. I’m Liz. Your ex-wife is not here. Do you want her to be?”
“No, no,” I growled. That used bitch? Fuck her. “I have you, Liz. Sorry, I was still waking up.”
“That’s okay, sir,” Liz purred, not at all offended that I said another woman’s name. Most women would be.
She engulfed my dick. I groaned as she suckled on me. She nursed with passion on my cock. I loved her sliding that mouth up and down my dick. It was an incredible rush. It was Saturday. No work. I could sleep in.
I smiled as I enjoyed that wonderful mouth sliding up and down my cock and sucking with such passion. She nursed on me with all that she had. She put her all into blowing me. It was just an incredible rush to have her doing that.
She suckled on me with all that she had. It was beautiful to have her blowing me with such h passion. I groaned, rising and rising toward that moment when I would cum in her mouth. She knew how to suckle on me.
“That’s good,” I groaned. “Damn, damn, that’s great.”
She purred around my dick as she blew me. She suckled so heartily on me. I groaned, rising toward that wonderful moment of cumming. I savored the heat of her mouth. Her tongue danced around me.
“Shit, that’s it!” I groaned, the pressure building.
It was so hot to be woken up this way. I loved it. I hurtled toward the moment when I would erupt into Liz’s mouth. She swirled her tongue around my dick. My toes curled as she drove me wild. My back arched.
Her tongue stroked over the crown of my dick.
“Yes!” I growled.
Erupted.
I came in her mouth. I dumped my load into her. It was such a great rush to cum in her like that. I spurted into her over and over again. I filled her mouth up with my spunk. The pleasure slammed through me. Stars flashed across my vision.
“Goddamn,” I growled.
She gulped it all down. She was such a wonderful slut. The Hispanic whore purred around my dick between her swallows. My balls emptied them. I groaned at the rapture smothering my thoughts. I erupted one last time.
“Damn,” I groaned.
She popped her mouth off my dick and purred, “I’ll get started on breakfast, sir.”
“And coffee,” I groaned.
“Of course,” she cooed and scurried off. I realized that she had damp hair. She had showered before I woke up.
I smiled and rolled out of bed. I felt invigorated. No hangover. I had so much sex. We fucked like rabbits until we fell asleep. I was surprised my dick didn’t fall off from the friction, or my balls shrivel up from emptying themselves in her holes.
I hopped into the shower and came out feeling amazing.
She greeted me in the apron with a cup of coffee. I sipped it as she finished the breakfast burritos. Scrambled eggs, sausages, peppers, Monterey cheese, and Tabasco sauce on the side. I devoured it and groaned, feeling good.
“I think I’m going for a walk,” I said. “Uh, I’ll buy groceries while I’m out.”
“Oh, sir, you don’t have to do that,” she said. “I don’t mind buying the groceries.”
“No, no,” I said. “It’s fine. Text me what you want. I should be paying for them. I mean, you’re cooking for me.”
“If that will make you happy, sir,” she said and pulled out her phone.
“Let me give you my number,” I said.
“I know it, sir,” she said and was texting fast. I blinked at that.
A text came in. A neat and orderly list of ingredients for our dinner. I couldn’t believe an eighteen-year-old girl was that organized. She seemed like an airhead before, but now she was so confident. I smiled and nodded.
I dressed and headed out to walk. I used to do that all the time, but now I was getting soft. I had love handles. I had to exercise again. I headed out of the apartment, almost heading to the stairwell by instinct, but then remembered the elevators had been fixed.
They had been broken for months.
Man, the hallway looked cleaner. The rug was damp from being shampooed. Was Liz’s dad actually taking care of the place? He was a fucking slumlord. It was why the place was so cheap to rent.
Was he getting ready to sell this to a condo developer or something? Would the apartment building be going co-op?
I rode the elevator down, wanting to figure out what was different about the world. The elevator dinged, and I found the landlord was repairing the molding. He had his tools out. A few other men were helping him.
Tenants.
“Mr. Martin,” said Jorge Salazar. The stocky asshole who ran the place grinned at me. “Is my daughter taking care of you, sir?”
“Yeah,” I said, frowning. “Um, you know why she’s doing that?”
“To make you happy, of course, jefe,” said Jorge. “And do not worry about rent. I am more than happy to have you living in my apartment complex.”
“Er ... What?” I stared at him like he had sprouted horns. “You are going to let me stay for free.”
“Of course,” he said. “Unless it makes you happy to pay your rent, then you can keep paying, jefe.”
“Um, I’ll keep paying rent,” I said. Was that some scheme of his to get me evicted? Pretend I wasn’t paying rent because, well, I wasn’t. If it wasn’t in writing, then he could pretend he never said it. Probably have these guys lie and say they didn’t hear anything. “Have a good day.”
“You two, jefe,” said Salazar.
As I headed out the door, I could have sworn I heard the man say, “I’m so honored he lives in my apartment complex.”
I was on the street, and a stranger smiled at me and said, “Good morning, sir.”
“Er, you, too,” I answered.
“Morning, sir,” a woman said as she passed, a dazzling smile on her face.
Everyone I came across on the street all looked so glad to see me. They smiled, called me sir, and were so polite. Yet no one talked to others. They just moved past each other without complaint. It was bewildering. I walked to the park, sat on a wooden bench, and studied them.