The Wolf in Sheep Dog Clothing
Copyright© 2026 by SummitMan
Chapter 4
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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 was a mess. I had spent the last two hours of the morning searching for a dress that fit me. My body kept telling me, “No, No, No,” whenever I looked at something modest. I was in despair, until I went down a small alley and saw a dressmaker’s shop. I went in to see a middle-aged lady working on a dress.
“I know this probably isn’t possible, but I need to have a dress for tonight. Something daring. Deep cleavage, cut out panels, something that shows skin. I’ll pay anything.”
“Miss, I may be able to do it, but it’s going to cost you. You have the biggest bust I have ever seen, so it will be a struggle to modify a normal pattern.”
“Can you design it by draping if I stay here?” I asked.
“Sure, if you are willing to stand still for four hours, I can get you a dress by tonight with draping. Three thousand dollars.”
I found myself standing upright and still, moving my arms up and down on command, for four straight hours. It was boring, stupid, and tiring, but my body was humming that this was needed.
The final result was staggeringly sexy. Even the dressmaker seemed pleased. “Miss, you could make a burlap sack look good, but I have definitely exceeded myself here. You look astonishingly beautiful and sexy. And I envy the man who will be taking the dress off you.” A picture of Luke with his hands on my body taking my dress off flashed through my mind. I shook my head. No, I wanted Peter. But no image of Peter would appear. It was like he was fading from my brain.
I carefully carried the dress back to the hotel and to our room. Peter was there, still lying on the bed. He had indeed gotten plastered last night and I had had the unenviable task of guiding him back to the room and to the toilet where he threw up for two hours. Stupid man. But at least I didn’t have to deal with disappointing sex.
“Peter. You who. Wake up. It’s only an hour until the event starts.” Peter stirred and looked at me with a bleary eye and groaned. “I don’t think I will be able to make it tonight. Why don’t you go and have fun.”
I stared at Peter in irritation. This whole trip was his idea, and he wouldn’t even make the last night? How irritating. But my breath hitched when I realised that this allowed me to visit Luke and dunk on him the whole night. I would say no to him tonight and tomorrow Peter and I would drive back home, and I would never see him again.
I went to the hotel desk and asked, “Can I get Luke Caldwell’s room number? I’d like to make a call to him.” They wouldn’t give me the number but were happy to call and hand me the phone.
“Luke Caldwell,” his voice causing my nipples to harden. Why does that still happen?
“Luke, it’s Sarah. Look, something’s come up. Peter drank too much last night, so I can come up to your room as soon as the event starts. But I won’t take long. I will simply tell you off and leave you hanging,” I hissed the last statement in anger.
“Hey, Sarah. How’s the dress going?”
“The dress is just fine. I had to spend four hours at the dressmaker because that is the only way they could create something at such short notice. It was so annoying, I couldn’t seem to get a more modest outfit, and I don’t know why. But I admit the final result is really hot.” I replied.
“That’s good to know, Sarah. How about you just come up when the event is scheduled to start? You can tell me off and then head back down.” Luke suggested with a chuckle in his voice.
“I’ll do exactly that. See you in about an hour,” I spat.
It took me almost the entire hour to get ready. I didn’t have time to go to a hairdresser, so I left it long and hanging about my body in waves. The dress took some manipulation to get my breasts in without one breast or the other popping out, but I finally managed it. The nice thing was that no bra was needed; support was built directly into the dress. My mind idly thought that this would make it easier for Luke to access my nipples, but I snapped that thought shut. There would be no dress removal this evening by Luke!
I gave Peter a kiss on the forehead and he responded with a moan, opened one eye to look me over, and then turned over to go back to sleep. I shrugged; he wasn’t getting lucky tonight.
I made my way up the penthouse and rapped strongly on the door. When Luke opened it, I stepped in and gasped as my body started to sing. My nipples hardened, my body flushed, and my cunt started gushing. Luke looked at me approvingly up and down, “Now THAT is a dress!” I wanted to rip my dress off and suck his cock for his approval, but I stopped myself. I twirled around, stopping abruptly when facing forward, so that my tits kept vibrating back and forth.
“Does it meet your approval? Can I go now?” I asked, though I didn’t want to leave at all.
“What I would like you to do is walk around me showing the dress off. And then maybe drop to your knees and suck on my cock,” Luke demanded.
I responded immediately; my body wanted to show the dress off. It needed Luke’s approval. “Christ, those tits are amazing. How do you keep them in that dress? I want to rip the dress off and suck on those tits.” My back arched, presenting my breasts to Luke. They were happy at his approval. I nodded; my tit superiority was absolutely clear to me. No woman could compare and Luke’s approval simply verified it.
“In fact, come here, I need to get my hands on your tits,” Luke commanded and I responded immediately. My nipples hardening even more, as if that were possible.
His hands went over my tits, up and around them, and underneath them, he found my nipples and rubbed them and tweaked them with his fingers. I gasped and stepped into his hands. I needed them on my tits more strongly.
“My God, you are amazing.” And he grabbed the dress and ripped it apart in his strong hands, freeing my tits so they hung free. I gushed.
He grabbed my tits in his hands. “I am taking control today. You get no choice,” and held me tight in his arms as his mouth reached my perfect nipples and sucked. My body hummed in desire, liking the attention paid to my superior tits and perfect nipples. I grabbed his head and pushed him into me, pushing my tits back and forth across his face. He picked me up in his arms and carried me to his bed, throwing me onto the mattress. My mind still wanted to leave, but the only action my body took was to spread my arms wide and spread my legs open, ready for his enormous alpha cock. He ripped his shirt off and pulled his pants down; His cock sprung free, erect, and ready to enter me. I moaned in anticipation.
“Do me, do me,” I whispered.
The moment his cock entered me was transcendent. My vision whited out and I screamed in pleasure. My legs wrapped around his body, trying to thrust him deeper. It went on and on and on. It was “Oh God, Oh God, Luke, Luke, Luke,” on and on. I think my cunt was connected directly to the pleasure centers of my brain, because I never stopped feeling the lightning until Luke came with a gasp and pulled out. I almost sobbed at the removal of his amazing cock but finally settled down with holding Luke tight and kissing him all over his mouth.
My mind finally cleared up, and I was annoyed at myself for letting it happen again. I had no impulse control in front of Luke until I had finished having amazing sex and orgasmed multiple times.
I jumped up out of the bed and ran to put my dress back on and leave, only to find that it had been ripped to shreds. Oh yeah. I forgot about that. My traitorous nipples hardened again at the memory. I finally discovered a small bathrobe that fit and walked towards the front door to go back to my room. Luke just sat in bed and watched all of this with interest. I walked to the door, turned to Luke, and said, “That’s it! This weekend is over. I am going back to my life with Peter, and I hope that I never see you again.”
Fortunately, Peter was completely asleep when I got back, so I slipped into the shower to wash off the copious cum and then slid into bed. I attempted to cuddle with Peter, but I found it strangely uncomfortable, so I rolled onto my back and fell asleep. We could go back to our normal life tomorrow.
I woke up a few hours later, the clock blinking 5:30 am, and feeling stressed out. I realized the source of the stress was that I would, indeed, never see Luke again. No more incredible sex. Last night was the last time I would have great sex. The loss of this incredible experience was suddenly too much for me to bear. I needed to get this out of my system! I was suddenly certain that doing it one last time would exorcise this demon from my brain. In the previous two times, I went to Luke’s room unwilling to have sex. But I knew that if I had sex willingly, under my control, everything would go back to normal. And I could go back to my real life with Peter.
I came up with a cunning plan. Filled with certainty, I rolled out of bed and put my exercise clothes on. Baggy sweatpants and sweatshirt. I left off underwear, no bra needed where I was going. I nudged Peter and he sleepily. “Hey, honey, I am going to exercise. I have too much energy in me. I’ll be back in an hour or so.” Peter drowsily waved his hand at me, acknowledging my statement and falling back to sleep.
I made my way to the penthouse suite and hammered on the door. I had to do this a couple of times before the door swung open to a drowsy, naked Luke, looking at me with a question in his eyes, “It’s 5:30? What do you want?”
I breezed into the room and described my plan. “Peter and I are leaving for home in a few hours and I realized that I needed to get you out of my system. We need to have sex one last time and then it will be over and I can get back to my life.”
Luke gave me a smirk, “And you come here this dressed like this?” as he waved his hand up and down in front of my exercise clothes.
I looked down in confusion. “Oh. Well, this is what I exercise in. It provided me with a good excuse to leave the room for an hour.”
Luke said, “When we are married, you will never wear something like this again. Only tight Lycra clothes to show off your body. Everyone needs to see your huge tits and tight body. I will acknowledge that a sports bra is OK to wear.”
The idea of wearing tight Lycra suddenly appealed to me. I understood that baggy exercise clothes were fine for Peter, a beta, but it disrespected an Alpha like Luke. I shook my head, trying to keep on track. “I don’t know what you are going on about. I am leaving for home. I only have one goal: to have sex one last time. I’ll get you out of my system and then Peter and I can leave.”
“And you are making demands of me? You think you can come in here and demand sex from me? Dressed like this?” Luke smirked.
I looked at him; now uncertain about this. “You don’t want to have sex with me? You seemed quite keen last night.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to have sex with you. Though why you think you make a good case when you are dressed like that, I don’t know.”
I felt the sudden urge to strip. Luke was right. My baggy and ugly exercise clothes definitely killed the mood. I rapidly stripped off my clothes and threw them away from me. Far away. I felt a sudden aversion to their ugliness.
I held out my arms. “Well, let’s go at it.”
Luke’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not the way to go about it. You can’t just demand sex from me. You need to beg for it. Your tits need to want it. Your nipples need to harden in need.”
My nipples hardened immediately and I felt a sudden urgency to beg, to prostrate myself to Luke. “Luke, I’ll do anything to get this out of me. What do I need to do?”
His eyes narrowed. “You need to put your huge tits to good use. You need to get them wrapped around my cock.”
His proposal made excellent sense, and my tits urged me forward; they needed to be useful, to be wrapped around a huge alpha cock. That’s where they were supposed to be. I gasped in need. “Let’s get to bed. I need to use my tits on you. Your alpha cock needs them.”
He led me to the bed and sat down, telling me to drop to my knees, and I dropped down, to find myself staring at a huge cock. How could I have ever thought that a little beta cock was good enough? They couldn’t compare to this huge throbbing weapon. I felt kind of sad for those poor beta women who would never experience this. I also understood why a tit fuck was needed. A cock this size could barely fit into my mouth, and I could certainly never deep-throat it, as much as I wanted to do so. My main womanly weapon would be my huge tits - my incomparable, huge tits - tits so large they could easily swallow this cock into their depths. Suddenly, I understood why Beta women with tiny little tits weren’t good enough. They had nothing to offer to a cock of an Alpha.
I wrapped my tits around this giant cock, the pre-cum so copious that it provided all the lubrication needed. I felt pride in the fact that my tits were so huge that even a cock this size disappeared in their depths. I moved them up and down, slowly at first and then with increasing speed. When the tip briefly appeared at the top with every motion, I licked and sucked on it, trying to consume any pre-cum.
My eyes were luminous and filled with lust as I stared up into my Alpha’s eyes, and I shook my long blonde hair so that it was splayed across my face and tits. His eyes widened in appreciation and lust as I did this, and I felt pride that I could use my tits, hair, and mouth to excite him. My cunt was wet, preparing itself for his cock. I needed it in me now.
I stood up and pushed him down onto the bed, jumped on top of him, held his cock at my entry, and pushed down strongly. I squealed as I was immediately resized, arched my back to present my tits, and shook my head back and forth. It was glorious. I was definitely getting this out of my system.
I made the most of it, pushing up and down, and gripping his cock with my internal muscles, creating incredible friction. For once, I was going to control this encounter!
“Yes, yes! I am getting this out of my system! You don’t control me!” I yelled with glee.
I was doing so well. I was in control. I was pounding my Alpha into submission. I had his huge alpha cock gripped inside me. My tits were thrust forward, back arched, tantalizing him with their hugeness. I whipped my hair back and forth in exultation. There was no way he could resist a sex goddess like me. I had this Alpha exactly where I wanted him.
“You can’t resist me, can you?” I taunted. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.
It came from an unexpected direction. Before, it was his huge cock that set me off and I was prepared for that. I wasn’t prepared for my glorious tits to betray me. He reached up with his strong alpha hands and grabbed my tits. They loved it. I groaned loudly, but stayed in control, thrusting my body down into his. I had this. His huge cock and his strong hands were exactly where I wanted them.
Then he tweaked my perfect nipples. Hard. This time, the bolt of lightning started from my nipples, expanded into my giant breasts, through my body, and then exploded in my cunt. I screamed. Loudly. My control disappeared as my body locked up and trembled uncontrollably. And I squirted. I think he grabbed my body to hold me up for a bit; I am not quite sure. But the next thing I knew, he had me laid out sideways on the bed, his legs around my body, and I was kissing him madly.
“You’re my Alpha. My Alpha. You’re mine.” I kept mumbling into his mouth.
It took a few minutes for my head to clear, and I broke the kiss and sat up on the bed. I felt it clearly. He was out of my system. I could go back to my life. Yes, I would regret not having the incredible sex, but I was in control of my life once again.
I got up to leave, first putting on my skanky exercise clothes, a distasteful action since they were so ugly. What was I thinking wearing these things? I needed to get some tight Lycra. I would do it for myself, not my Alpha, I told myself smugly.
“I’m quite impressed at your self-control, your focus,” Luke spoke up. “I chose well.”
“No, I chose to come up here this morning. You are out of my system, and I can go back to my life. I feel great! Goodbye, my Alpha! I am going to miss that huge alpha cock, but I can control myself now!” I laughed with how great I felt, my control was back, my huge tits were covered by my skanky exercise clothes, and it felt like my IQ had increased 20 points. I was annoyed at how my nipples stayed hard and poked out when I was in Luke’s presence, but I was unconcerned.
Amazingly, Peter was still asleep when I made it back to the room. I shook my head at his weakness. His little beta body couldn’t handle a bit of alcohol. I went ahead and packed up and then woke him up to get breakfast.
Peter’s trademark enthusiasm was back, “This reunion was so much fun. It was great seeing the guys and reliving some college memories.” He looked a bit guilty, “I am sorry that you didn’t have much fun. I enjoyed showing you to my friends, but I think you didn’t find the reunion that enjoyable.”
I waved his comment away. “I managed to enjoy myself a bit. But it will be good to get back to work.”
Peter said, “Hey, I realised that I didn’t get to go out with you in that amazing dress you made. Let’s go out this week when we get home and you can show it off to me!” His enthusiasm was clear.
I shook my head. “Unfortunately, it was accidentally ripped, and I had to dispose of the dress. Sorry about that. But I still have my other dresses.” A modest dress that covered my breasts was perfectly fine for a beta.