AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: Commanding My Mind-Controlled Daughter After Watching Her Fucking Poolside #5

SUBTITLE: A NONCON, Mind Control/Hypnosis, DAD/Daughter Erotica Short Story with voyeurism and anal.

Copyright © 2025 T. A. BEAU

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WORD COUNT: 8100 words

MINDWARP HYPNOSIS SERIES #5

Not again.

With an inward groan, I roll over onto my back, frowning up at the ceiling. Next to me, my wife pants, her warm skin clammy from the orgasm I just forced out of her. Not that it was anything special. Even under hypnosis, she’s…bland. Predictable. I told her exactly what to do, how to move, what to say, and still, it felt like I was fucking a mannequin.

A warm, breathing mannequin, but a mannequin, nonetheless.

Lindsay’s sigh fills the room. Great. My own body throbs with unreleased tension. I trail my fingers down my stomach, curling them around my thick shaft. Should I stroke myself? I could...

But it won’t be enough. It never is anymore. I want release, but not from my fucking hand. I want-no, need-more than just that. I need connection, intensity, that electric moment when passion overwrites thought.

The soft cotton sheets beneath me feel suffocating. I spent nearly an hour going down on her, trying every trick I know she likes, every move that used to make her cry out my name. And while she came-hard, from the looks of it-I feel oddly disconnected. Like I’m watching our intimacy from behind a pane of glass.

“Atticus,” Lindsay murmurs. Her voice has that softness it gets when she’s under, a haunting melody that makes my cock twitch despite my frustration. “That was so good, baby. You make me feel so good.”

I turn to face her. Her eyes are closed, a lazy smile on her lips. This is what I wanted for her, this freedom from inhibition. Yet somehow, it’s made my own desires feel even more caged.

“Tell me what you’re feeling,” I whisper. Maybe this time, something real and raw will break through.

“Mmm...floating,” she answers, her hand reaching for mine. Her touch is gentle, too gentle. “Like I’m wrapped in warm honey. Everything’s soft and sweet.” She brings my fingers to her lips, kisses them with reverent tenderness. “You’re so good to me.”

I grit my teeth, fighting back a wave of frustration. Even now, even supposedly uninhibited, she’s all soft edges and sweetness. Where’s the fucking fire? The hunger? The woman who once pushed me onto a couch and rode me until we both saw stars?

Lindsay lets out a gentle snore, already drifting into peaceful sleep. I can’t help but grin, despite my frustration. Even after eight years of marriage, I find her adorable in these unguarded moments. But that sweetness is precisely what makes this situation so difficult. How do you tell your loving wife that you need more than vanilla, that you want to worship her body and fuck it senseless at the same time?

Three months ago, I was pretty sure I’d found the answer.

It started when I stumbled across MindWarp. It seemed so perfect-a way to access deeper desires. I spent weeks studying, practicing techniques, learning about triggers, suggestions and the power of the subconscious mind. Erotic hypnotism was going to fix my sex life once and for all.

It worked, in a way. She goes under easily now, responding to my commands with a dreamy smile. I can tell her to be wild, uninhibited, to let her desires take control. But something about it still feels...mechanical. Like I’m programming a response rather than unlocking what’s naturally there. The words are right, the actions are right, but that spark, that genuine, uncontrollable need, is still missing. It still fucking feels like vanilla sex.

With a heavy sigh, I toss the covers off me and swing my legs over the side of the bed. My cock is still hard, throbbing with frustration. I press my palm against it, hoping the pressure might ease the ache, but it only makes it worse.

Fucking unbelievable.

I glance back at Lindsay; her mouth is slightly open as she snores, completely oblivious to my torment. I should be used to this by now-twenty years of marriage, twenty years of the same vanilla routine. She’s never been adventurous, never been the type to keep up with my fantasies. I thought the hypnosis would fix that. I thought it would make her into the woman I’ve always wanted. But even under the influence of MindWarp, she’s still…Lindsay.

Not wanting to wake her, I slip out of bed, my cock swaying with my every movement. The summer night air drifts in through our open balcony doors, carrying the scent of jasmine from the garden below. I pad across the hardwood floor, my bare feet silent against the smooth surface. My body feels electric, oversensitive, like every nerve ending is searching for something just out of reach.

The balcony offers a view of our neighborhood. The family cabin we’re spending the weekend in isn’t too large, but it’s enough, and at night, it’s a sight to behold. Our pool glimmers like liquid silver, and I consider going for a swim to clear my head. Maybe the cold water will douse this restless fire in my blood, this gnawing need for something more, something real.

That’s when I hear it-a splash and feminine laughter floating up from somewhere nearby. I lean against the railing, squinting into the darkness.

And then I see her.

Sophie. My daughter.

She’s in the pool, her body slick and glistening, water sluicing down her skin as she moves.

My breath catches in my throat. Shit.

I shouldn’t look. I know I shouldn’t look. But I can’t help it. My feet remain rooted to the floor, my eyes riveted on the view.

She’s naked-completely, unapologetically naked. Her skin is pale in the moonlight, her curves soft and inviting. Her long, dark hair clings to her shoulders, wet and heavy. She’s laughing, and her voice carries up to me in soft, musical waves.

And she’s not alone.

A man, his face hidden in the shadows, is pressing his body against hers. His hands are on her hips, pulling her closer, and she melts into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Their lips meet and I feel my stomach twist.

What the fuck? Who is she kissing?!

I shouldn’t be watching this. It’s wrong, so fucking wrong. But I can’t look away.

Sophie’s hands slide down the man’s back, her fingers digging into his skin as she kisses him harder. The water laps around them, the sound faint but steady. Her breasts press against his chest. My cock hardens almost instantly, a sharp, painful ache that makes my breath hitch.

This isn’t the first time I’ve seen my daughter naked. Twice, I spotted her in the shower or skinny dipping on her own and stared for longer than I should have, but even then, I looked away after a while, even cursed myself for ogling my daughter like that. I should turn away now. I should leave. But I don’t.

I can’t.

Sophie pulls back from the kiss, her lips swollen and wet. She smiles, and a dark, hungry look flickers in her eyes. The next thing I know, she’s turning, swimming away from him to the edge of the pool. She pulls herself up, rivulets of water sliding down her body, and my mouth goes dry.

Her ass is fucking perfect. It’s round and firm, the dim light catching every curve. She stands there for a moment, her back to him, and then she turns, putting her body on full display. Her nipples are hard, and the water on her skin makes them peak. Her thighs are slick, her pussy faintly glistening in the light.

Fucking hell.

She’s breathtakingly, dangerously beautiful.

“Let’s get out of the pool,” I hear her say.

It’s then that I see them clearly-Sophie and him. I recognize the guy instantly. It’s the neighbor’s son, Rob; the lanky one with the cocky grin who’s always lounging by their pool, shirtless.

I lean forward, my heart beating a little faster, pounding in my chest as I watch them. Sophie’s wet hair clings to her shoulders, her skin glistening under the soft glow of the pool lights. Rob’s hands are gripping her hips, and there’s something in the way he looks at her like he’s about to devour her whole.

Atticus, you shouldn’t be watching this, I tell myself over and over. But I can’t look away.

My hand moves almost involuntarily, sliding down the front of my sweatpants. I’m still hard, my cock throbbing as I curl my fingers around it and begin stroking slowly. I can feel the heat building in my gut, a tight coil of tension that’s impossible to ignore.

They’re moving now, stumbling toward the poolside lounge chairs. Sophie giggles, whispering something into his ear. He groans, and then he’s on her, his mouth crashing down on hers. His hands are everywhere, squeezing her breasts, running down her sides, squeezing her ass. She moans into the kiss, her hips arching up to meet his.

I’m stroking faster now, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. I can see every detail-the way his fingers dig into her skin, the way her nails rake down his back. She’s wild, primal, and it’s driving me insane. I’ve never seen Lindsay like this, not even in our best moments. But Sophie’s got this raw energy, this hunger that’s impossible to ignore.

This is it.

She suddenly pulls away from him, taking a few steps away and turning back to look at him. Her chin is tilted up in challenge, and soon, she’s walking toward him, her movements slow, enticing. Her hips sway with every step, and my cock nearly explodes at the sight.

Rob remains where he is, his face still hidden, but his body tenses as she approaches. His hands flex at his sides, like he’s fighting the urge to grab her. Sophie stops just in front of him, her head tilting as she studies him. And then she’s reaching out, trailing her fingers down his chest, over his stomach, and even lower.

My cock throbs even harder, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Why the hell am I still watching? Why am I jerking off?

But I already know the answer.

Sophie’s hand wraps around his cock, and I can see the way his body jerks, the way his head drops back. She strokes him slowly, and then she’s sinking to her knees, her eyes on his the whole time.

“Sophie,” Rob groans.

She doesn’t respond. Instead, she leans in, her lips brushing the tip of his cock before she takes him into her mouth. My grip tightens around my cock, and I continue to stroke myself, wishing it was her delicious lips wrapping around my hard length.

Rob sinks his fingers into her hair, his hips jerking as she sucks him deeper. Sophie moans, and the sound practically vibrates through the night air. Fuck. If she keeps this up, I’m going to explode. And I’m not even the one she’s touching.

Sophie pulls back, her lips slick and swollen, and she looks up at Rob with dark, hungry eyes.

“You want me, don’t you?” she asks.

The man doesn’t answer. Instead, he grabs her, pulling her to her feet and crashing his lips against hers. Sophie moans into the kiss, her hands digging into his shoulders as he lifts her and wraps her legs around his waist.

“Fuck,” I whisper under my breath, my hand pumping faster, harder. I’m completely lost in the moment, my entire focus on the scene playing out in front of me.

I can see her breasts, full and round, her nipples hard from the cool night air. Rob wastes no time latching his mouth onto one and sucking hard, forcing a soft cry from her lips.

“Yes,” she says. “Harder.”

He obliges, and I see his hands slide between her legs. His cock is hard and glistening, throbbing against her, and she immediately reaches down to continue stroking him.

“No, Rob. I want you inside me. Now.”

He groans, his hips bucking into her hand. “You’re so fucking hot, Sophie.”

“I know,” she purrs, guiding him to her entrance. He pushes his cock into her pussy, filling her with a single stroke, and their moans fill the air.

I’m biting my lip, struggling to stay quiet as I watch them. What if one of them spots me? I’m a father jerking off at the sight of his daughter getting fucked. And as sick and twisted as it is, I can’t stop. I’m enjoying this too damn much. My cock is slick with pre-cum, my hand moving furiously now. I can hear everything-their moans, the wet slap of skin against skin, the way Sophie’s breathing is turning ragged and desperate.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunts.

“Yes,” Sophie gasps, her hands clutching at his shoulders. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

She’s demanding, even as he’s splitting her in two, her voice sharp with need. I can’t look away from the way she takes him, the way her body moves with his, wild and untamed. It’s the kind of energy I’ve always wanted from Lindsay but never gotten. My hand moves faster, my balls tightening as I feel the pressure building inside me.

Holy fuck...

Sophie’s moans grow louder, her body writhing from the pleasure. “I’m close, Rob. I’m so fucking close.”

I’m right there with her, my orgasm racing toward me like a freight train. I can’t stop it, won’t stop it. My hand moves frantically, and then I’m coming, my cum spraying across the glass door in thick, white streaks. I collapse back against the couch, breathless and spent.

Just as I’m catching my breath, Sophie’s eyes flick up to the window. “Did you hear that?”

“Probably your mom snoring,” Rob responds.

As if on cue, Lindsay’s snoring echoes through the house, loud enough to make me jump. I hold my breath, my heart pounding as I wait for them to say something else. But they don’t. The bastard just laughs, and then he’s back on her, their moans filling the night air again.

I wait until they’re lost in each other again before grabbing a towel and cleaning the glass door, wiping away any evidence that I was here. My cock twitches as I watch Sophie continue to take Rob’s cock.

I didn’t know my daughter was so fucking wild, such a fucking slut. The way she moves, the way she takes control-it’s mesmerizing. My lust for her isn’t going anywhere.

There’s only one way to solve this problem.

Tomorrow’s our last day here. I have to try MindWarp. It’s risky, and I’m not sure if the hypnosis that worked on Lindsay will work on Sophie, but I can’t stop myself. I’m nearing the edge of my frustration and need to see if I can make her mine.

My mind races with possibilities. I’ll need to be careful, but I can’t let this opportunity slip away.

I have to fuck my daughter.

***

The next day trickles by slowly. I wake up to Lindsay’s soft snores, and untangle myself from the sheets, my mind already racing with the possibilities of the night ahead. Sophie’s laughter drifts in from the kitchen, and I can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. She’s already up, already active, while Lindsay lies next to me, lifeless and dull.