Chapter 13: Installing Mind-Controlled Passions

Dean Michael

I needed coffee.

“Have fun,” Kimmie said, wrapped up in her house robe, her face flushed. I had just made love to her. She wanted to have my cum in her pussy. My wife had a naughty grin on her face as she watched us heading out the door. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do with that.”

I had the new mind-control device slung under my arm. I grinned at her as I glanced at the coffee table where her laptop was set up. The original mind-control device was installed down in the basement and plugged into its backup power supply, a UPS. It was on our WiFi network and the control software was on my wife’s laptop.

“I’m afraid of what you’ll do with the device today,” I said with a playful tone.

She grinned at me, her green eyes twinkling.

I grinned back only for a yawn to break my smile. I had been up too late the last two nights. I needed caffeine pumping through my veins. Definitely. I had to teach today, and I was installing my device at the high school.

I would have fun today.

“Come on, Daddy,” June said. “We’ll be late if you don’t go.”

My fourteen-year-old had my laptop cradled to her chest. She wore a one-piece, blue dress, her hair in cute pigtails. She looked adorable as she headed out into the garage. She headed for my SUV and climbed into the backseat.

That was unusual.

“I told her I had shotgun,” Dusk said as she moved beside me. She had a sultry purr to her voice. “And that’s why she has your laptop.”

“So she’s going to play with the device while you... ?” I gave my oldest daughter a questioning look.

Dusk, her cute glasses perched on her nose, gave me a big smile. “Why, as I suck your cock, of course, Daddy.” She said with such sincerity. Such wanton delight. She licked her lips. “Mmm, a slut needs her morning jizz.”

She had made herself into my slut, mind-controlling herself yesterday so that she would always be my little whore. I hadn’t suggested it. I certainly didn’t do anything to prompt it. I was a little surprised when she’d done it.

She broke from me and opened the front passenger door and climbed in, her short, black skirt swishing about her legs. She had toned thighs and a gorgeous ass. She seemed to bend over more causing her skirt to rise up enough to flash the red panties she wore for a moment.

My dick throbbed.

I rushed around the SUV and climbed in. June already had the laptop open, the blue light bathing her face. She looked up and smiled at me. I put the mind control device on the backseat, and she quickly got the computer plugged into via a USB cable and the device turned on. She couldn’t give her sister or me any commands, and I had no idea what she would be doing with it.

The moment I had the SUV started and the garage door opening, Dusk leaned over. Her strawberry-blonde hair, gathered in a pair of cute pigtails, swayed down her face. My seventeen-year-old daughter grabbed my dick through my slacks and gave me a hard squeeze. I groaned at that hot contact. She kneaded me, a wicked giggle bursting from her lips.

Then she unzipped me. I groaned at that. My hands gripped the steering wheel as she reached in and pulled out my dick. Her hand was warm on my cock. I groaned and looked back, the SUV rolling out of the garage in reverse.

“Mmm, I love this cock,” Dusk moaned.

“You’re such a slut,” June playfully called from the backseat.

“I am!” My eldest daughter said that with such pride.

Then she engulfed my dick.

I groaned at the feel of her hot mouth wrapped around my cock. Her lips sealed tight about me. She sucked hard, nursing with hunger. She bobbed her head, sliding her mouth up and down my dick. The pleasure surged through my body.

My sphincter tightened. I groaned as she worked her mouth up and down my dick. She sucked and slurped, pleasure rippling out of me. I groaned, turning the wheel and backing the SUV onto the street. The car echoed with the sounds of her sucking.

“Is she making your dick feel good, Daddy?” June asked.

“Uh-huh, Junebug,” I said, putting the car into drive and heading down our street.

“Yay!” she cheered. “I’m so happy. It’s good Dusk is putting her mouth to good use.”

“Yes, she is.”

Dusk moaned around my cock. She sucked with that naughty hunger of a slut. She wanted my cum. She ached for it. I savored my daughter’s passion as her lips worked up and down my dick. Pleasure flowed through me, making driving interesting.

I turned onto an arterial. Already, morning traffic was thick before us, moving sluggishly as everyone headed to work and school. The weekend over. Monday had arrived. I groaned, enduring it better and better as Dusk bobbed her head.

Her tongue danced around my cock. The pleasure flowed through my body. My balls ached, growing tight with a load of cum that would burst out of my nuts and bathe my daughter’s tonsils. She would gulp it all down in delight.

June typed behind me, giggling with mischievous joy.

I had no idea what she was doing, though. I didn’t see anything unusual. Traffic flowed alongside us. The car before me turned into a parking lot. Dusk kept sucking on my dick. The pedestrians on the road walked along.

I shuddered, having trouble thinking as the pressure built and built. We were blocks away from the coffee house I liked to go to. My dick twitched in my daughter’s mouth. I would go through the drive-thru with Dusk’s mouth on my dick.

Another car turned off into a parking lot before me. I groaned, able to pick up some speed as a third and then a fourth car turned off, one pulling into a cutout for a bus stop. I groaned as I finally understood what June was doing.

“Clearing the way?” I panted, the ache from Dusk’s blowjob building and building at the tip of my cock.

“Yep!” she said, her fingers typing away. She did that with skill.

The red sedan flipped on its blinker and pulled onto a side-street.

I grinned as she squirmed in the backseat while Dusk worshiped my dick. Her tongue danced around my cock while her saliva ran down my shaft. She bobbed her head, working her lips down my shaft. My shaft’s tip nuzzled into the back of her throat.

With a gurgling moan, my slutty daughter swallowed my cock.

I groaned in delight as she deep-throated my dick. Pleasure swept through me as that naughty gullet engulfed my cock. My crown savored the massaging hum from her vocal cords. My balls grew tighter as she swallowed, massaging my dick.

Her lips nuzzled into my bush.

“That’s a good slut,” I groaned as I turned into the parking lot for Stay Awake Cafe, my favorite place to get java.

I pulled into the drive-thru line and leaned back against the headrest. I shuddered, savoring my daughter’s deep-throating blowjob. Dusk just moaned and swallowed for a moment. Then she slid her mouth up my cock.

“Yes,” I groaned, savoring the rising suction. I let the SUV roll ahead as the line moved. “That’s it. God, you’re my favorite slut, Dusk.”

“Mmm, she’s making such naughty sounds,” said June. “Let’s see ... That must be the one.”

She typed something into the laptop, mind-controlling someone new. It was exciting. She was using the power that I had invented and having fun doing it. I smiled at that, loving that my daughters were enjoying themselves this morning.

Dusk had a hand between her thighs. She rubbed herself as she blew me. I hadn’t noticed that, too focused on driving, but now I could enjoy every bit of this as the Monday morning line wrapped around the cafe. I just groaned, my orgasm coming sooner and sooner.

She sucked and slurped on my cock as I rose up to the order box. The menu glowed around it, but I knew what I wanted. I rolled my window down, trying not to moan as Dusk deep-throated my cock again, sliding her lips down it.

“Welcome to the Stay Awake Cafe, what can I get started for you,” a perky voice said from the menu’s speaker.

“I’ll have a dark roast drip coffee with extra whole milk,” I ordered, my usual. “No sugar.” “I got a dark roast drip coffee, extra whole milk, no sugar,” repeated the perky voice. It sounded like Carla, the black-haired cutie who worked here. “Will that be anything else.”

“A blackberry scone!” June called.

“And a blackberry scone,” I panted, Dusk sliding her lips up my cock and sucking the entire time.

“Okay, that’ll be $7.43 at the window,” the perky barista said.

“Mmm, no it won’t,” moaned June from the back. She typed again. “I’m going to get a yummy scone, and the slut’s going to get some yummy cum.”

“And I’m going to get some caffeine,” I groaned, wishing I had a chance to program that coffee protocol. “Damn, Dusk, I’m going to cum if you keep that up.”

Dusk moaned and sucked harder, bobbing her head. I shuddered, rolling my SUV forward and turning as the lane moved around. I shifted and groaned savoring the feel of my daughter’s mouth sliding up and down my cock, swallowing it over and over again.

That warm, hot throat massaged my tip. Her vocal cords hummed around it. She was so excited. So was I. Pleasure rumbled from her throat as I came closer and closer to the drive-thru window. I could see Carla working the window in a baby doll t-shirt today. The round firmness of her breasts were outlined as she leaned out to hand over an order.

“I hope you have her under control,” I groaned as it was my turn to come up. Then I remembered my wallet.

“Good morning, Mr. Michael,” said Carla as I pulled up. She had a big smile on her face. “I see you’re daughter’s giving you your morning blowjob. Very important for a father to receive.”

“Very,” I groaned as she handed over my coffee and a paper bag holding the scone.

June snatched that from me with a squeal of delight.

“And you just have to stare at my tits for payment this morning,” Carla said and flipped up the front of her t-shirt. Her breasts were cupped in a red bra that hugged those young delights. She pulled the cups up and over her tits.

They spilled out round and perky. She bounced in place, making them jiggle as she smiled at me. June giggled from the backseat as I stared at those wonderful tits. I groaned and then I erupted into my eldest daughter’s mouth.

I pumped my cum straight down her throat as I stared at Carla’s magnificent rack. She had such a big smile on her lips as she kept those tits jiggling. The pleasure slammed through me. Rapture burst into my mind.

“Shit, those are great tits,” I panted while Dusk slid her mouth up my cock fast so she could taste the cum spurting from my dick.

“Thank you, Mr. Michaels,” Carla said, a naughty gleam in her eyes. “I’m just so wet for you. You should come to the store one day where I can give you a more personal service.”

“Yep, Daddy,” said June from the back. She typed something.

“You could dump your cum in my pussy,” Carla groaned. “Just flood me with all that delight.”

“Yes!” I growled, spurting jizz into Dusk’s mouth.

She gulped it down as Carla then winked at me and shoved down her bra to cup her breasts followed by fixing her shirt. “Enjoy your day, Mr. Michaels.”

“You, too,” I groaned, my body shuddering in the seat as my orgasm hit that peak.

Dusk sucked out the last of my cum as I pulled forward. I breathed heavily, the morning air wafting through my still-open window. My entire body buzzed with the rush of dumping my cum down my daughter’s throat before the topless Carla.

“Wow, isn’t she so nice, Daddy?” June said from the back. “Let you cum in her pussy. Such a generous, young woman.”

“Yes, she is,” I moaned, smiling. “Did you give her a nudge, Junebug.”

“Me, Daddy?” she asked with such fake innocence. Then she giggled.

Dusk slid her mouth up my cock and popped off. She let out a throaty groan of delight as she put me back away in my pants. Then she leaned back into her seat, still masturbating. Her face twisted in pleasure, her glasses shifting. She had cum on the corner of her lips.

“That was so hot!” Dusk moaned, her body bucking. “Yes, yes, yes! I love being your slut, Daddy!”

I shuddered as I watched my eldest daughter cumming. Her pigtails danced. Her seat creaked as she shuddered through her pleasure. A big smile spread on her lips as she hit the peak. Her round breasts rose and fell, her baby doll t-shirt molding to her tits. Her nipples poked at the fabric.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, the naughty slut.

After a moment, she pulled her fingers out from between her thighs. She smeared the juices on the slit in my coffee cup’s lid. She grinned at me and then sucked her digits into her mouth. Salivating, I grabbed my cup and brought it to my lips. For a moment, I tasted her tart juices before the coffee’s bitter, citrus flavor washed it away.

I took a long gulp of the coffee, savoring every drop of it pouring down my gullet. Already, the caffeine was working on me as I drove us to Thompson High School. The cars before us kept turning off. Soon, we were reaching the school. Yellow buses disgorged the high school students who flooded out to the various buildings. I found my parking spot in the faculty lot.

“Okay,” I said, turning off the car. “You have to hand over your new toy, June.”

“I just want to keep playing with it,” she said. “You should write an app for our phone. Then we can play with it when we want.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I said.

“Please, please, Daddy!” June wheedled. “I won’t abuse it. I promise I won’t make Janey Miller stand before the class and shout out that she’s the biggest whore in the world.”

“I think that’s exactly what you would do with it, munchkin,” said Dusk. “That’s so boring. You should make her get naked and prove she’s a slut by having all the boys run a train on her.”

“What’s a train?” June asked, closing my laptop and setting it on the mind-control device.

“Mmm, we have a lot to talk about, munchkin,” Dusk said.

As my two daughters headed off, Dusk’s arm around June’s shoulder, I shook my head. Who knew what filthy things Dusk was telling my precious, little girl. How long could June stay innocent with this power and the things we were doing.

Well, children had to grow up eventually.

I grabbed the mind-control device, laptop, and my satchel. I held all three and headed not to my classroom, but to the server room for the school. I helped the IT department from time to time. All volunteer, of course. When you fixed something that was broke once, you find doing it again becomes a part of your job.

But it gave me access to the perfect place to install the device. I used my key to get in and plugged it into the school’s massive UPS that would allow all the server computers to shut down safely in case of a blackout. I then wired it directly to the school’s WiFi network via an Ethernet cable into the massive switch system. I checked to make sure that the device was online.

all;ignore device protocol

No one would notice it. Anyone who came in here would just ignore it as part of the necessary and boring equipment. They would never inspect it so long as it was on. Plugged into the power, it was giving off the signal. Of course, the “all” command excluded me. I would need access to it.

Then I typed: 840F21;arousal protocol

That would let me have the physical stamina to be hard all the time. 840F21 was the hexadecimal code that the device had randomly assigned to me. From the server room, the device’s two-hundred-yard range covered the entire campus. I could see hundreds and hundreds of dots moving through the school on the preloaded map of the campus.

It was so many dots, a riot of them that it was impossible to pick out any individual one when zoomed out to the entire school. But that was fine. The device was functioning. My dick was growing hard after dumping my cum in my daughter’s mouth.

I had my coffee pumping through my veins, energizing me. I was ready to have a fun day teaching my students. My smile broadened. I had some students I was eager to enlighten today. I closed my laptop, whistled, and headed to the door.

I found June waiting in the hallway looking naughty.

Kimberly “Kimmie” Michael

Naked beneath my house robe, I sat down on the couch and stared at my laptop. The control program was active. On a note pad beside there was a list of all the commands my husband had told me about that were preprogrammed in. I had written them all down in my crisp, clean handwriting with a sharpie.

“What to do,” I said to myself, my pussy on fire, brimming with my husband’s cum.

So many possibilities. I stared at the screen, seeing the dots marking people still in the neighborhood. Michelle Reynolds was in her house alone. Her son, who was now her lover, and husband had left. That had been fun yesterday getting my pussy eaten out by her while her son fucked her from behind. Such a rewarding moment for mother and son.

There were a few other individuals in the houses on the street, but not that many. Everyone was going off to work or school. I furrowed my brow. Surely there was some fun I could have. I just had to think. Think of pervy things to do.

Kinky and naughty and wicked things.

This was my chance to make my own porn. To have my own fantasies played out. Having a son fuck her mother was so hot. I wanted Michelle to be bred by her son. That would be so exciting.

Just like I wanted my daughters bred by my husband. June and Dusk were well on their way to having that happen. I studied the number in the Albertsons’ house moving around. That must be Tonya. What could I have her do? She could come over here and lick my pussy clean of my husband’s spunk.

And then she could even clean my house for me.

Naked.

I shivered. Was that going too far? Making her do my housework and ... An idea clicked in my head. I could get a girl to be our live-in maid. She could be cute and sexy, eighteen and just ready to do all the things for the family. Not cooking for us, I loved doing that, but the other stuff. She could rub my feet and lick my pussy and suck my husband’s cock.

How did you hire a live-in maid?

As I contemplated the problem, my phone rang. I grabbed it and smiled at the sight of Natalie Meyer’s smiling face on the screen. My friend had fucked her son at church yesterday, and I advised her to have her husband teach their daughter about sex.

“Hey,” I said when I picked up.

“Oh, Kimmie,” my friend said. “Oh, this has been such a magical time in my family.”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, leaning back.

“Mmm, it’s all in the open. Mitch knows that I’m teaching Keven all about sex, and though he might have been a little annoyed, he still had me teach our daughter about anal and I licked her pussy full of his cum. And he fucked her in the ass. She’s learning to become a perfect wife. She’s going to make her husband happy.”

“And Keven’s learning how to please his future wife?” I asked, this naughty idea popping into my head.

“Yes.” Natalie let out a throaty groan. “I can’t believe how kinky things have gotten. I don’t know what happened at church yesterday, but it was eye-opening.”

“Wasn’t it?” I asked, my eyes flicking to the computer. “Come over. Let’s have some morning tea and talk all about it.”

“Sure,” she said. “Give me fifteen minutes.”

“Perfect,” I said and thought about just what I wanted to type for her when she arrived.

This excitement rippled through me as I waited. I kept glancing at the map, getting hopeful every time a new dot drove by the entrance to our street. I kept hoping they would turn on it, but they kept going and were quickly out of range of the device.

Tonya Albertson and Michelle Reynolds were moving through their houses, no doubt cleaning up. My pussy blazed, cum leaking out of me. It took all my self-control not to just frig my sloppy twat right here and now. I was on fire. All juicy and ready to do such wicked things with my friend.

It would be so naughty.

Finally, F045CE turned onto my street. I quivered as I watched this new dot come closer and closer. The person passed the Reynolds’ house then the Albertsons’ house. My stomach twisted as the dot drove by the Carters’ residence and then was turning into my driveway. That had to be my friend.

F045CE;always listen to 72B2AE advice

ENTER!

I shuddered as I sent my first mind-control command to my friend. A shiver ran through me. This molten ache that swept through my jizz-filled pussy and devoured me from the inside. I would have such good advice for her since I was 72B2AE.

The dot moved from the car. I shivered and then quickly typed in the next command:

F045CE;lesbian desire for 72B2AE

ENTER!

DING-DONG

I jumped to my feet, my robe swishing about my legs. I rushed to the door to greet my friend. My feet pattered along the carpet, the fibers whisking against my slippers. I reached the door and wrenched it open to find Natalie standing there.

The black-haired woman’s eyes lit up at the sight of me in my robe. I could see the desire kindling in her eyes. This sudden wave of heat that washed through her. She quivered there and bit her lower lip as I hugged her.

“Ooh, I’m so glad you’re here,” I cooed, feeling her large breasts against my small bust.

I had little B-cups, barely larger than June’s budding breasts. My eldest had bigger boobs than me. And Natalie had a large pair. I groaned, feeling them against me, this heat rippling through my body. These wild desires surging through me. My pussy clenched, juices and Dean’s cum running down my thighs.