The Wolf in Sheep Dog Clothing
Copyright© 2026 by SummitMan
Chapter 2
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A man and woman go to his college reunion. There, the woman meets a man who breaks the veil of how the world operates. He is an Alpha.
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Reluctant Cheating Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts AI Generated
I had carefully packed for the reunion. I wanted to impress people, make Peter proud of me, allow him to show me off to his friends, and still be a bit sexy. In retrospect, Peter probably wanted to go to the reunion primarily to show me off. Most men would see me as a pearl of great price, so I didn’t mind. I was slowly coming around to the fact that wearing normal clothes, I wowed people, but wearing sexy clothes would blow their minds. As a result, I carefully chose three dresses for the three nights: The first was a conservative high neck dress; the second showed a bit of cleavage that hinted at my breast size; and the last was quite daring, with a plunging neckline that showed an enormous amount of boob. I also included another conservative dress, just in case I lost my courage.
As we were driving down, I started grilling Peter on the people that would be there. “Now I remember Charlie, Frank, Bob, and Jim from your shared house. But is there anyone else I might know?” I asked.
“Well, that’s all the people from the shared house, except Luke, and he probably won’t come. We weren’t really close,” he replied.
“Luke? I don’t recall you ever talking about him.”
“Well, that’s because he left the house our senior year, so he was there the year before we met. He was in the large room upstairs, the one we rented out to the rich guys.”
I nodded, remembering their approach. All the friends were scholarship students and had little spare cash. So, for the three years they were in the house, they reserved the large room to rent to someone who had money, and the rent was always agreed to be partitioned by floor area. That way, the rent for the large room was the highest. It worked really well, though I think they never became close friends with top-floor dwellers who seemed to stay only one year.
“So, you don’t think he will come? Why not?” I asked.
Peter showed a very rare hesitancy when responding. He was conversationally very sharp and enthusiastic, so he was more likely to speak quickly than the reverse. It made me curious.
“Well, I did not like him that much,” Peter replied.
“You didn’t like him?” I was astonished. I couldn’t recall Peter ever describing someone like that. “Tell me more. Why didn’t you like him?”
Peter reluctantly continued, “He was one of the rich guys, a business major, and really arrogant. It wasn’t like he treated me badly. In fact, I don’t recall him ever saying a bad word about me, nor anyone else in the house. He just seemed to treat us like we were below him. He was pretty bright, also. He topped the year in the business faculty.” I nodded, well knowing that rankings were normally topped by scholarship students with paying students at the bottom, so a rich guy topping the rankings was unusual.
“Also, the girls all seemed to love him. He had a different girlfriend every three months or so and they all seemed to want to cling to him after he broke up with them.”
I nodded at this, “But none of this seems too bad. You must deal with arrogant people all the time.”
“Yes, well, my junior year, I had two girlfriends that broke up with me and, within two weeks, had started dating Luke. It was pretty confronting. But the worst was after he broke up with them. The first girlfriend, Amy, she was so caught up with him, her grades dropped really low, and when he broke up with her, she eventually dropped out of the university. I don’t think she ended up ever finishing college and works retail these days. The second girlfriend, Amanda, kept trying to get back with him for a number of months after they broke up. She kept calling me to find out when he was at the house. I had to block her number because it was so annoying. I don’t know what happened to her.” Luke finished his diatribe looking upset.
“Oh my God,” I responded. “That all sounds terrible. Those poor girls.”
Peter looked even more depressed when he finished. “And it was pretty confronting to listen to the sounds coming from the top floor every night, particularly since I knew the girls. They must have been putting it on a bit, because no one screams like that.”
I nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I read a study that people don’t actually lose control like that during sex; it’s just a put-on. Overall, it sounds pretty bad. I can understand why you don’t like him.”
Peter perked up with enthusiasm, “Well, I’ve come out fine from all of this. I’ve got you and that’s a better outcome than I could ever have imagined. Anyway, I doubt Luke’s going to be at the reunion, it’s just not really his thing.”
By this time, we had reached the hotel, so we checked in and moved our luggage up to the room. A couple of hours later, we were at the reunion. And, honestly, it was worse than I thought it would be. If we were just meeting up with Peter’s close buddies, it would have been fine, but everyone kept coming up to say hi to Peter. It wasn’t long before I clued into the fact that they were coming to find out who I was, which was giving a good boost to Peter’s ego. Finally, I put my mouth to his ear. “Hey, Honey. I am going out to the balcony to get some fresh air. It’s fine to keep schmoozing.” He nodded acceptance, still enjoying seeing old friends, so I made my way to the balcony.
The balcony was set up in a strange way, so that a wall blocked off a large section of it, but there was still enough room for me to squeeze between the wall and balustrade to get some relief from the noise and the people. Finally, I had found an oasis of some peace where I could browse on my phone and get away from people.
But a man was standing at the end of the balcony. He had already stolen my hidden oasis, so I shrugged and moved over to say hello. Out here, noise was low and you could speak normally. As I approached, I could tell that he was pretty ripped, not huge muscles, but wide shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist. His jaw was square; he was not quite movie star handsome but rather came off as much tougher than a movie star. He looked at me with interest as I approached. I felt a stir of desire, one that I clamped down on quickly.
“And my evening has just gotten much more interesting,” he said as I approached.
“Good line,” I said with an eye roll, “but I suspect that you are doing the same thing as I am and getting away from the noise and the people.”
He nodded. “I shouldn’t have come, to be honest. It’s not really my thing. But I didn’t realize that it would be simply boring. At least the wine is good.” He said this as he raised his glass up to greet me.
“Are you in my year?” he asked. “I don’t recognize you.”
“No, I am a year after you. I’m Sarah. I only came because my fiancé wanted me to come with him. It’s his year.” I responded.
“Who’s your fiancé, perhaps I know him?” replied the gentleman.
“Peter Curraey. He was in engineering.”
“Ah yes, Peter topped engineering if I recall. I know him well. I lived in a share house with him,” the man replied.
“Who are you?” I said with the dawning realization that I might just have heard about this man on the drive over.
“Luke Caldwell,” he said with a smile, and he reached out with his hand, “and it’s very nice to meet you.”
“And you,” I said, shaking his hand, startled by what seemed like electricity that flowed between us as we touched. I was beginning to realise why he was so successful with the girls.
“You know,” I said, “You don’t have the greatest reputation. Peter told me about how two of his girlfriends broke up with him and started dating you soon after. He talked about the sounds of sex coming from your room to humiliate him.”
A smirk appeared on Luke’s face. “I think Peter has the timeline wrong. Let’s take Amy. That was his first girlfriend. She was cute, brown hair, big tits. You know, Peter has a type. Amy first with big tits,” at which point Luke made a large boob gesture in front of him, “Amanda second with bigger tits,” and he made a bigger gesture in front of him,” and now, you, with even larger tits” putting his hand about an H cup away from his chest. “I have to thank him for bringing me women with big tits. I don’t know where he finds them.”
I glared up at him in anger, “And that’s how you classify women? Breast size? That’s pretty arrogant!”
“Whoa!” he said, “let’s get it straight. It’s Peter that dated all of you first. That makes him the lover of big tits. I just reaped the reward of his discoveries!”
I continued to stare up at Luke, mute with anger. He may be hot, but just like Peter said, he was really arrogant.
“Anyway, getting back to Amy. Peter was late coming back to the house one day and Amy started chatting with me. She goes on about how the patriarchy is keeping women down. I told her that men dominate women because women love great sex with men who have big cocks. That the patriarchy is actually women feeling subservient because they love the sex.”
I stared at him, infuriated and speechless, at what he was saying. It was the most chauvinist thing I had ever heard.
Luke continued, “Well! That really set her off. She starts going at me. ‘How can you say that! Women don’t care about penis size!’ I told her, ‘Hey, if the shoe fits. My personal experience is that women’s lib gets tossed out the door once they start screaming out orgasms on a big cock.’”
I was finally able to rip out my response, “That’s ridiculous! I agree with Amy. Cock size has nothing to do with good sex.”
Luke nodded with a smirk on his face, “So I challenged her. I said, ‘Let’s go upstairs. I’ll show you my cock, and you show me your tits! Because one thing that I do know is that tit size does matter for good sex. The bigger, the better. The same goes for cock size.’ Of course, this infuriated her even more, so we went upstairs to my bedroom. I stripped off my clothes and with my usual flair, helped her out of her clothes by zipping her dress down and unhooking her bra. She was focused on my cock. I think it was the biggest one she had ever seen. I enjoyed seeing her tits. Double D’s, I think, but she had tiny, inverted nipples so they weren’t the best.”
I was about to blow up at defining a woman’s beauty by her nipples, something she had no control over, but Luke continued.
I said to her, “‘You want to give it a ride? A few minutes will tell you whether cock size matters.’ She nodded without saying anything. So I ran my finger down the size of her face, across her nipples, and down to her clit, then back and forth to make sure she was wet. She was already soaking and there was a flush rising up on her skin. So, I sat down on a chair, lifted her up by the hips, and sat her down on my lap, my cock ready to be inserted. She reached down, holding my cock, and slowly moved herself onto it. Ever so slowly she moved onto it, getting deeper by squirming around left and right and up and down. Her voice kept hitching as it went deeper. Finally, it was all the way in, and I grabbed her hips to move her up and down. Within a minute she was screaming out my name and, did she cum hard! I don’t think she fainted, but it was pretty close. Anyway, we did it two more times, and she got more trembly and excited every time. Then I tossed her out of the room and told her to come back the next day to talk about the patriarchy.”
In spite of my horror at this recitation, I couldn’t help but get wet at the description of how he destroyed Amy. I had to ask, “So what happened next?”
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