Matszuka 1
Tonight was the night for Briana’s weekly massage. Well, it had been weekly, but since Briana Altman-Janzen had moved her company’s headquarters from New York to LA, she had been too busy to set aside time for her favorite indulgence. Fortunately, the new villa had been planned by her with the most awesome massage spa ever! The room was beautiful with muted colors and see-through drapes to make everything as proper as possible. There was the best sound system money could by so the Soundscapes would soak her with radiant sound and, from what she was told, the new masseuse she had hired, was the very best; well trained in many of the ancient arts of massage and relaxation.
“She better be great,” thought Briana. The price she was paying was outrageous. But that’s what it took to get the very best to come to your house, once a week at 10:30pm, well after your 7 year-old had gone to bed.
Not that money mattered to Briana. Now at 29, she was the richest woman in the world, recently surpassing Oprah on that list. She daydreamed back to when she had assumed her late husband’s company, many in the board room snickered at her desire to not only keep control of the business, but her demand that she be given daily operational control. Since taking over (with help of Jon Masterson, her CEO and new lover) she had turned the multi-million dollar Janzen Interprises (wait, “Altman-Janzen Interprises”) into a 120 billion dollar conglomeration of businesses and ALL of those original board members were now unemployed, while young, bright, exciting minds had transformed the stuffy, 3-piece suit office into one with skateboards, scooters and brilliant new ways of looking at things.
She had asked her husband a hundred times to let her get involved in the business, but he just snickered and patted her behind and told her that her job was to look beautiful. Not a surprising response. Ted believed, like everyone else, that this 21 year-old had married this 70 year-old man simply for the life of luxury and the beautiful new breasts which now graced her bodice. But she was different; she truly loved him, although she was little more than a trophy to him. She knew of his other women and battled sexually and psychologically to win him totally to her. She even bore him an heir which was a stream of endless joy for him. But, she admitted, Ted never loved her and proved that with his uninspired sexual esteem for her. Briana had decided though, even though many men tried to hit on her, she would not know another man until Ted had passed on.
He did so four years ago, in the bed of another woman, his heart finally giving out, and now Briana was left with the money, the mansion and the business, and, though Ted had not loved her as a wife, he loved her love for him and he loved his ex-wife and kids even less, leaving them with a mere $50,000 in seed money for each.
“I’m leaving Ms. Janzen.” The intercom from her secretary, Zoe, snapped her back to reality and Briana quickly packed up her belongings as well and called for her driver to come round and pick her up.
After a short drive, she arrived at home to find Brandon excited from another day of discovery in second grade. But her joy was interrupted with a crush when Brandon asked what a “Golddigger” was, telling Briana that one of his friend’s dad had told his son that the term exactly described Briana. She comforted her son and took him to bed, reassuring him and giving him a long bedtime story and good night kiss. Paving the way for what would become an amazing weekly time of peace.
Briana had her butler draw a very hot bath in the massage room and, after he had left, she undressed and climbed in, letting her day soak away in the warm water and the music.
“Excuse me Miss uh Janzen,” said a voice, awakening her from her sleep with English words with a slight Japanese accent, “I am Matszuka, sent to give you massage.”
“Yes, us Mat-zooo-ker?”
“Mat ZOO-kuh,” Matszuka corrected.
“Yes, Matszuka, I’m so pleased to meet you.” Briana responded.
“Please to help you step out of tub, immediately,” said Matszuka. The Asian lady was pleased to note that Briana was as kind as she had heard and was equally as beautiful. She also squelched a slight smile as she noticed how rapidly Briana responded to her command to come out of the tub and how unashamed she was to do so completely nude.
Matszuka helped Briana to dry off, completely rubbing a heavy towel over her entire body, even lifting Briana’s legs to dry the bottom of her feet and the backs of her knees. Briana loved the service but wondered if Matszuka was always this aggressive.
Soon Briana was on the table, aromas steaming up from the hot water bucket below her face – a bucket placed there by Matszuka, emanating aromas from beads dropped in there by the Asian woman. The massage began as always, with hot lotion rubbed in various places at various levels of pressure. Soon Briana’s mind began to decompress, vaguely noting that Matszuka began to talk her into relaxing – in a monotone voice encouraging Briana to relax, so easy to relax, to let her mind go blank, to let her mind be led into complete relaxation and bliss……. The voice just seemed to fade into the soundscapes music.
Briana found herself getting… hmm… aroused? Yes, aroused… so excited to be touched… so excited… WHAT… Briana quickly lifted her top from the table, grabbing a blanket to cover her breasts once she had realized – Matszuka was teasing Briana’s vagina with her fingers.
“What are you doing?” Briana demanded.
“Very old and special massage includes touching all parts of a woman,” Matszuka explained.
“Well, I am not a lesbian, Matszuka, I would appreciate it if you keep your touch to the normal areas,” despite it all Briana shuddered a bit with excitement. A shudder noticed by Matszuka.
“Yes, Miss my deepest apologies, I was only trying to please you,” Matszuka bowed.
“Yes, It’s OK, I appreciate that but let’s keep it modest,” said Briana, lying back down. Matszuka knew it was going to take a deeper trance for her plan to work, this was not unanticipated.
A NEW MASSAGE
Matszuka began to work her magic, deeply rubbing precise touch points on Briana’s body. Touching lightly, letting the potent aromas overwhelm her subject’s senses...
“Matszuka loves to make you relax, so deep… making you feel so comfortable, so safe… very easy to go to a deep relaxing place…” Matszuka droned on.
Briana thought briefly to herself that her other masseuses she had used normally talked very little to keep their clients very relaxed, Matszuka on the other hand talked almost… like a hypnotist… If Briana thought this odd, she quickly let the thought slip away, either for her own deep desires or from the urgings of Matszuka, either way, the thought was quickly gone…
“…Into a deep… deep…. Sleep,” Matszuka talked in a very low voice, very even, her face just behind Briana’s head. “You’re ready to let yourself go completely, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” mumbled Briana, into the face cradle which was holding her head and keeping her nostrils pointed directly at the hypnotic scents of Matszuka. Briana relaxed deeply, finding a comfortable spot and letting Matszuka do her work… it felt so good… it was wonderful… it was… was… Briana couldn’t think of what it was… She tried, but words didn’t seem to be able to form in her head. She couldn’t think of a word that could describe how she felt. In fact, she was struggling to think of any words at all.
“…so easy to let your mind go totally asleep, listening only to my voice,” Matszuka droned, “you find you don’t want to think at all…”
Matszuka was almost singing now, “it’s so hard to think all day long, so much easier to just let your mind go totally blank and listen only to the voice of Matszuka; a voice that leads you…”
Matszuka continued as she began to massage high on the semi-tranced girl’s thighs…
“…a voice that thinks for you, in fact, it’s getting hard to tell the difference between your own thoughts and Matszuka’s voice at all.”
“You don’t care to think, you just want to let my voice lead you and think for you… you want to enjoy my voice even more and to do that, all you need to do… is let go. Let go of all worry, let go of all control, let your mind go completely blank, simply enjoying my voice. Briana – can you do that for Matszuka?”
“Yes,” Briana said half asleep.
“Good girl, very good…,” smiled Matszuka, “When I count to 3 I will snap my fingers and you will completely let go of all worries, all control and fall into a deep… restful… sleep.”
Matszuka felt Briana’s shudder again. She stifled a brief smile.
“3.. 2.. 1.. SNAP!”
That finger snap was like a thunderclap to Briana, but it was the last noise she would hear as the person she was before meeting Matszuka.
Matszuka hands continued to work Briana’s fit glutes as she continued her pursuit of Briana’s mind.
“Picture in your mind the most beautiful place you can imagine…”
Briana saw herself standing above the most beautiful beach, sea spray delightfully hitting her in the face. O yes, she wanted to go down to the beach and just relax, not worry, to feel the cool sand between her toes.
Suddenly, Briana saw ten steps in front of her. Somehow she knew it would be so easy to walk down the steps to the beach as she wanted SO much to do so. Why was she even here? As soon as she tried to ask these questions, it disappeared as quickly as it came. Briana somehow knew she was not to know, she was only to follow. And when she thought of following, her mind was filled with thoughts of total bliss and happiness. But… what…? Something interrupted that train of thought.
“1… slowly coming back… and.Awake! SNAP”
Briana suddenly opened her eyes and saw the floor below her. She was in the massage room, as Matszuka was working her thighs. She shuddered a bit feeling her upper thighs and buttocks uncovered.
“Must have fallen asleep,” she thought to herself, but for some reason Briana couldn’t help but thinking something else had just happened, something she should have known about. She struggled to think of what it was, but something – the massage… the aroma therapy… SOMETHING was making her mind hazy.
“Briana, listen to Matszuka,” the masseuse interrupted Briana’s thoughts as she touched the back of Briana’s head, “Briana’s Sleepy Massage.”
Briana didn’t have a moment to think about the meaning of those words. The words swept over her; overwhelmed her – coursing through her body, her hair, her eyes and particularly her private parts. Briana instantly felt herself falling and her mind emptying as she helplessly slipped back into a deep trance.
Matszuka spent the next half hour bringing Briana out of her trance and back down deep through various triggers. Briana proved a fantastic hypnosis subject and Matszuka was ready to take Briana much deeper.
Briana found herself standing back at the beach high up on the hill, overlooking the ocean with ten steps leading down to the sand. Briana looked at herself. Yes, she did look sexy in her two piece bikini and sexy strapped heels. She did feel SO sexy, her pussy tingling and getting so wet. She knew every part of her was excited…
“…every nerve pulsing with sexual excitement…” Matszuka led her subject as her finger began to circle the lips of Briana’s vagina, “and this excitement can keep growing by going deeper into the wonderful trance… would you like to go deeper Briana?”
“Y-yes” Briana stuttered, almost unable to speak through her arousal, a greater sexual arousal than she had ever known with Ted OR Jon.
Briana looked at the steps in front of her and saw them change. Yes, the deep red carpeting was beautiful and WOULD feel so good between her toes. She wanted SO much to go down those steps. Why? Briana didn’t even think to think that question – she was just compelled to take that first step, feeling how wonderful the carpet felt as she removed her heels and felt the shag as her toes sunk into the plush, luxurious carpet. She readied to take the next step – she was so happy it would please… who would it please? It didn’t matter to this now-ditzy, sex-starved bimbo; she only knew she must take the next step and each subsequent one, each time, letting another part of her grasp on reality leave. That part was replaced by feelings of joy, of fulfillment, of sexual excitement and happiness for having pleased… pleased whom? Matszuka?
“…Doing so well, making me so happy,” said Matszuka, “totally unafraid, just blissfully walking down the steps, each time giving me more control, each step saying you are more willing to give up your thoughts and your will and replacing it with MY voice. The voice of Matszuka. The voice that takes away the heavy load of thinking and desiring – and replacing it with the bliss of submission to me… 6…”
Briana sighed as she stepped off the final step. She smiled, she had done it, something was different, something was better. She shivered as she looked around. Yes, there was a nice beach chair and Briana felt very comfortable sitting in it. Her toes feeling so wonderful, sinking into the moist sand, the sun so warm on her body. She did feel like removing her top and giving it to Matszuka. And her bikini bottom…
“Don’t be afraid, just see yourself slip out of the bikini bottom and hand it to me, you must follow my voice… five times more aroused now… pussy quivering… you need to remove your bikini, hand it to me and let the sun shine on your pussy.”
Matszuka watched as the girl on her table hiked her bottom to remove imaginary bottoms and hand them to her.
“You are such a good girl, Briana, thank you, feels so good, so safe to be nude on the beach. Nothing to fear, all alone except for you and me. In fact you feel so sexy sunning nude in the sun…”
Briana laid back in the chase and spread her legs, the sun felt so good on breasts… uh, tits, yes on her tits… o God and on her…. uh, pussy – yes it felt so good on her pussy, she WAS so horny. Almost absent-mindedly her hand trailed down to her private area as she began to explore herself here on the beach…
Matszuka watched Briana’s fingers begin to explore her own pussy. Fingers pressing her pussy lips together, putting pressure on her clitty, then her two middle fingers sliding inside. Briana whimpered lightly as her own fingers found their place inside her tunnel and then worked back out.
“Your excitement building Briana, you are so horny out here in the sun, such a sexual person, wanting nothing more than to cum right here on the beach…” Matszuka’s voice led Briana to new heights, “but you can’t cum, only one person can allow you to cum. Do you know who that person is Briana?”
“Matszuka?”
“Yes Briana, no matter how much your sexual excitement continues to build,” Matszuka said with great authority even though her voice stayed even and low, “you may only have an orgasm if Matszuka tells you it’s OK…”
Briana’s assault on her tingling vagina continued, her feet planting on the table, her hips hiking trying to create the perfect target for her fingers. Her arousal caused her musk aroma to grow and fill the room. The picture of Briana’s masturbation, coupled with that smell, nearly made Matszuka weak at the knees, but she kept her composure – she had a plan for this heiress and it was progressing perfectly.
QUESTIONS
Matszuka took away Briana’s ability to touch her pussy, mentally “tying” her hands to her side so that Briana could not move no matter how aroused she became. Matszuka watched Briana writhe in agony as she informed her subject that answering a list of questions “without hesitation and with absolute honesty” was the only way Briana would be able to have her hands complete their work.
Matszuka probed Briana’s past and psyche, finding Briana was a spoiled Daddy’s girl who lived a very sheltered childhood. She also found Briana was the classic ‘ugly duckling’ who grew up plain and, thus developed many great success skills with which ‘desired’ women rarely bothered. She found Briana had indeed loved her much elder husband and he had, in fact, broken her hymen on their wedding night (although Briana had given a few blow jobs and hand jobs in her time). Briana’s new boyfriend Jon was also much better with the “magic stick” and Matszuka was pleased to learn Briana was beginning to, slowly, grow as a sexual adventurer at his behest. Growing up plain had sharpened Briana’s fantasy faculties to a fine skill, as well.
Matszuka moved in closer, she let her finger touch the quivering lips of Briana’s vagina, Briana sucked in a quick breath at the touch.
“Now Briana, remember you must answer honestly and accurately,” Matszuka talked slowly and calmly, “you told me you are not a lesbian, but have you ever BEEN with a woman, in a sexual manner?”
Matszuka felt Briana tense, she saw Briana’s forehead crinkle slightly.
“Everything is ok my sweet Briana,” Matszuka cooed, “I am here to protect you, nothing can hurt you, you are totally safe here. It’s just you and Matszuka, and I am here to keep you happy, relaxed and aroused, wanting to make you so very happy, but you must tell me this secret so that we can have nothing between us.”
“M-Michelle,” Briana nearly coughed the name, then visibly relaxed once she had unloaded her deepest secret to Matszuka.
“Good girl,” Matszuka praised.
Briana shared her most confusing moment as a young girl. In high school she had a sleep-over with a friend. The two teenagers got into a playful bit of wrestling and tickling. Next thing Briana knew, Michelle had her pinned down and, before Briana knew what had happened, Michelle had moved in for a deep, French kiss. Briana shared details of the tryst and her deep shame for the weeks following the event. She had never told anyone, but Briana revealed she had numerous guilt-filled masturbation sessions remembering her one bi-sexual encounter.
“You have done so well,” Matszuka praised Briana, “now for your reward.”
Matszuka grabbed Briana’s hand, releasing it from its imagined restraint. Matszuka guided Briana’s left hand to Briana’s own clit and her right hand into her own love canal. There she coached Briana, who imagined herself aroused on her private beach, in the art of expert self-gratification. Matszuka could not resist lightly brushing her own yearning clit as she watched two, then three fingers disappear again and again in the blonde coiffed pussy.
Briana’s excitement grew and grew at the guiding of Matszuka – and as Matszuka reached her own climax – she commanded release from Briana… A release that came with one magic word…
“Matszuka”
Speaking her masseuses name released an orgasm in Briana that produced a flood of body fluids onto the table and an ear piercing squeal as Briana experienced the orgasm of a lifetime – a pleasure so deep and life-altering, she would never be able to enjoy her sex life quite the same again.
Matszuka cleaned the table, took Briana to a deeper level and ingrained several triggers and post-hypnotic suggestions, including a tie into a confusing look into Penthouse as a young girl which Matszuka used to influence Briana to bring more sexuality into her daily lifestyle. She pulled it altogether with an implanted memory of the greatest massage ever and Matszuka soon brought Briana out of the trance – to face the new life that lay ahead.
SLEEPLESS IN LA
Briana tossed and turned in her sleep. Maybe it was the sexy, sheer, silk lingerie that she unexpectedly chose to wear to bed, eschewing the normal body-length wool shirt. She dreamed, deeply; back to a darkened, basement family room with only the flickering TV light allowing her to see her friend Michelle on top of her. After a brief, fun wrestling and tickling match, Michelle had shocked her by following a pin with a deep, breathy French kiss. 16-year-old Briana couldn’t move, and not just because Michelle held her hands over her head. Briana had always been a ‘good girl’ only occasionally letting her boyfriend Jeff go to ‘first base’. She had struggled with guilt at the fact that last week she had touched his ‘thing’ and used her hand to move it up and down until that disgusting cum had shot out. Yet, here she was in a tight tank top and panties, feeling her best friend grinding against her most private area.
Michelle dismounted, still not prompting a move from Briana. Briana just lay there shuddering, not sure how to process all the feelings overwhelming her young body. Michelle kissed her cheek, her ear, and began to suck on Briana’s neck, making Briana’s body slightly clinch as a tingle arose in her crotch. Michelle looked at her with a lust Briana had seen only once before – on the face of an 8th grade math teacher who had started to make a move on Briana outside the gym at a nighttime ballgame before he finally came to his senses and walked away cursing himself and making Briana not sure if she felt rejected or relieved.
Michelle slid down the side of Briana’s body, tugging up the tank to expose Briana’s small, but forming breast and an excited nipple. Briana let out a gasp when Michelle took the nipple in her mouth. Briana couldn’t stifle a whimper when Michelle’s hand trailed down Briana’s tummy and lightly brushed her now-moistening panties. Soon Michelle was kissing down her body and ended between Briana’s thighs. Briana didn’t fight the tug at her panties by Michelle and she had to cup her hand over her mouth as Michelle’s tongue ventured through the unexplored territory in Briana’s pubic hair. Briana thought that any more stimulation would cause her to explode and Michelle’s slightly-scary father would come charging down the stairs calling each of them Lesbos and whores. Briana’s hips began to buck, through her now sex-starved eyes she looked down, past her pierced naval only to see – MATSZUKA!!!???
Briana woke with a start!!!
CHANGES
Briana struggled to catch her breath. Why had Matszuka entered this sexy dream? And eating her pussy no less!!! A bigger question might have been – ‘Why was Briana’s pussy twitching so much right now and why did she suddenly have a deep longing for her pussy to be satisfied?’ But Briana was in a state, under an influence she didn’t understand and was now incapable of fighting.
She grabbed her cell phone and hit the speed dial for Jon and was shocked when he answered in a dead sleep.
“Oh sorry, Honey,” said Briana, now looking at the clock and realizing it was 3am, “I hate to do this, but I need to see you – NOW!”
It didn’t take Jon long to rouse from his sleep when he learned his lover needed sex and needed it immediately. He had been working with his, somewhat naïve, girlfriend to learn her body better and to be more sexually active with him. After all, with a body like that, every night he slept alone was a night lost with the sexiest woman he had ever entered. He quickly grabbed his jacket, slipped on some shorts and began the 20 minute drive to her mansion.
Meanwhile, Briana had buzzed her night butler Ebahn and asked him to bring her some hot tea. Ebahn was wonderful and indulged her every whim. Briana suspected that he had a thing for her as she often caught him stealing glances. But she loved him anyway and enjoyed his attention to her needs.
“Having trouble sleeping, Miss,” Said Ebahn as he entered the room. His gait was quickly stopped when he looked up and saw Briana in bed. Ebahn thought he might go weak and drop to his knees from the shock. Briana was not wearing her normal nightshirt in bed, one she usually reinforced with covers over the top as he entered, but was wearing a sheer negligee – and without the top that went under the sheer covering, Ebahn had an almost unfettered view of Briana’s amazing breasts.
“Yes, Ebahn, thanks and Jon is coming over; please prepare to let him in.”
Briana was always kind to him, and paid him a ridiculous amount of money to do little less than to sleep at her house, but now she was clearly distracted and for the moment had little idea that Ebahn was fully studying her upper trunk to sear into his memory a visual which he would use for his own pleasure later that evening.
“Your tea, Miss,” Ebahn announced as he sat the tray across her lap on the bed. As Briana came back to her senses and looked down at her tea, she realized her attire was inadequate and her eyes snapped and caught Ebahn staring down at her engorged nipples second before he could turn away.
Briana’s mind tried to process the scene: “Cover your breasts, cover your breasts” a voice shouted from somewhere far in the distance. But there was another voice, one much closer, and one which Briana didn’t hear but guided her now more than her own thoughts.
“Thank you, Ebahn,” she cooed, not bothering to cover at all. In fact, she smiled at him as her eyes trailed down to spot what was a growing bulge in Ebahn’s pants. Images flooded Briana’s mind. Images of herself down on her knees pleasuring her African-American butler; images of her bending over a chair as he plunged deeply into her. She wondered if the rumors of black men were true.
“Where are these thoughts coming from,” she thought.
Ebahn saw her forehead crinkle in thought and decided now was a good time to make his exit. He needed the job and he couldn’t afford for Briana to feel he had lecherous feelings towards her.
Briana didn’t even hear his ‘good evening, Miss’ nor the closing of the door as she searched her mind to find why she was so horny tonight and why she dreamed of a sexual situation that had never dawned on her before. But Briana was unable to think of anything at all. Her mind was forever changed.
Jon arrived for the night of his life. He walked in and found Briana in bed, in a sexy negligee, asking him not to talk but to ‘climb on’. For a guy who had been asking her to be more adventurous sexually, he was not about to potentially ruin the moment by asking ‘why’? Standing next to the bed, he quickly lowered his shorts. When Briana saw his lengthy tool spring forth she… she… she what??? She heard a voice in her head:
“Ask him to say ‘I want to fuck you NOW’”.
Briana’s forehead crinkled again, where did that thought come from.
“Ask him to say ‘I want to fuck you NOW’”! The voice became more insistent in her head.
“Ask him, Ask him, ASK HIM!!!” The voice grew and grew until Briana could do nothing but obey… (Oh “obey”, the thought of the word made her pussy twitch deeply inside).
Briana locked her gaze into Jon’s eyes as he climbed between her legs for their usual missionary position sex. They occasionally did something different, but it always started the ‘good ole fashioned’ way.
“Tell me you want to fuck me, now.” Briana demanded.
“What?” asked Jon, he saw something funny pass across Briana’s face.
“Say ‘I want to fuck you, NOW’” Briana nearly squealed.
“I-I want to fuck you, now?” Jon’s words were little more than a question, but the words swarmed over Briana’s mind. Something had told her to ask him that, something deep inside her was now taking over her mind as Jon’s words resonated deep in her subconscious.
There was something she knew. Something she knew to be true deep in her soul and when she remembered that something it would be ABSOLUTELY TRUE. Unarguably true, true more than anything she had ever known.
It was only milliseconds as all these thoughts and emotions passed her groggy brain.
“Whoever tells me those words turns me into a sexy slut and gets to do anything he wants to me sexually.” Briana heard the words in her head, just before they melted into the synapses of her brain and became as much a part of her being as the knowledge that she was alive. There were other things she knew – protections should anyone say those words to her by mistake and a phone number to call her mysterious masseuse if she ever got into trouble but those ideas were locked away in a box deep in Briana’s mind, far from her consciousness and could only be opened in an emergency. All of that Briana knew nothing about; right now she only knew one thing...
“Tonight let’s do it like this,” She said with a coy smile as she rolled over onto her hands and knees nearly dumping Jon off the bed. But Briana didn’t notice Jon’s plight. Sudden memories and pictures flooded Briana’s mind. Pictures of Penthouses she had seen in the past, pictures of porn videos she had happened to see in strange circumstances and the knowledge that those pictures now defined who she was – those women were SO sexy, they NEEDED sex, they WERE sex – Briana WAS sex…
“Fuck me like a total whore,” she said in her lowest, most sultry voice as she bowed her back, causing her ass to go higher in the air, offering her pussy to Jon like a bitch in heat.
“Yes Ma’am,” Jon joked as he rose to his knees behind her.
“Don’t say ‘ma’am’—tonight baby, I’m here to please you,” Briana chortled, “I will do ANYTHING you want,” she said with a wicked smile. With that Jon grabbed her curvy hips and plunged himself deep inside her.
When he did this, the picture in her mind changed. She saw Michelle, sexy Michelle, biggest boobs in their high school, those boobs swaying hypnotically over her face as Michelle ground against her. Briana in that basement, wanting to run, yet wanting to grab her friend and do all kinds of wicked things. Briana simply lay there, taking it all in, feeling the feelings of bi-sexuality, feeling her excitement grow until…
“Matszuka,” Briana hissed.
Jon was about to ask ‘what’ she had mumbled when his action was interrupted by Briana slamming her ass against him and rising from her hands and knees to an upright position, grabbing Jon’s ass and holding his entire length inside her.
“AAAhhh AAAhhh AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Jon felt the shudder as intense orgasm ripped through her. His dick nearly choked by her pulsing pussy as Briana’s entire body was on sensory overload.
“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” She screamed as a second wave crashed down on her. Thankfully her room was isolated from the rest of the house and no one could hear her. No one, that is but Ebahn, who was skillfully stationed in his normal spot, hearing everything going on through the security camera, watching the shadows move on the wall – Briana had discovered once that the cameras had shown her asleep in bed and had the cameras repositioned. Ebahn had the full length of his stereotypical black man’s cock out of his pants and was dreaming that it were him in that bed.
Briana finally came to her senses and collapsed on the bed. Jon’s penis softened and exited her vagina with a “THWOP”. Jon rolled to his side of the bed, ready to rest, hoping he might get a second or third session tonight after the usual short rest.
“What are you doing?” Briana asked.
“Taking a short break,” said Jon, almost as a question asking if that wasn’t what he was supposed to do.
“I’m not done with you yet,” she chimed as she rolled on her side, positioning her face near Jon’s long and thin penis, “Let’s get him back awake.”
Jon watched the love of his life take his cock into her mouth. Now, somehow Briana had become an expert cocksucker in her sheltered young life, he knew about the books she had read to learn more about it, but the handful of times this beautiful lass had sucked him off, it was ALWAYS the first sex act of the night. Briana was adamant that she didn’t want a “dirty” penis in her mouth.
He just stared at Briana who had already taken the soft shaft deep. She had always love the salty taste of a penis, but he tasted different than ever before – more amazing than ever before… he tasted like… like… well, her pussy. Having never tasted a woman before, Briana absorbed the instructions she had been given. The desire for that taste was to grow, the taste for sperm to lessen. The words ran over and over in her head, which was now bouncing quickly up and down Jon’s rock hard member. The words played until her subconscious was asked to accept and agree with them.
“Yes, Matszuka,” Briana thought, but before she could wonder why, again, her masseuse had entered her thoughts, Briana saw Matszuka ‘SNAP’!
Her mouth slid off her, boyfriend’s cock, somewhat to his disappointment. But that minor bump in the road evaporated as Briana lay back and spread her legs wide. O did I tell you Briana had been a gymnast in her younger days???!!!
Jon looked on in amazement, her legs almost in a split in the air, her pussy completely exposed. He leaped forward as her fingers crawled down her pussy to grab his dick and pull it in – but not in her wanting pussy, but her “other” hole…
Briana was animal in her attack that night, insatiable, willing to try anything – oral, anal, standing, leaning against the wall. Finally, Jon had to pull her hand from his aching cock as he tried to get to sleep about 6:30am.
Jon had no way of knowing that all through the 3 hour romp, Briana’s mind had played orders over and over again as clearly as if an iPod had been installed there.
“Orgasms come from women, not men”; “Men are to be flirted with and given sex for advancement, not for love”; “sex is very good”; “I am sexy and love for those around me to know I’m sexy”; “I can only orgasm when I say…”
“MATSZUKA!”
Briana screamed the name as her fingers brought her to the eighth orgasm of her night. Jon wasn’t aware of the scream or Briana licking her fingers clean as he drifted into an exhausted and satisfied sleep. His cock drooped and dripped satisfactorily as Briana’s tits mashed against his back in a sexy spoon. As his last thoughts of the day slipped from his mind, there is no way Jon could know he would never be inside her again.