Jackson Makes her Wait

Jackson called some friends and scheduled a pick-up basketball game to start about a half an hour from time Natasha had been getting home. He then spent the day gaming, napping, and watching movies while coming up with different scenarios to fuck with then fuck Natasha.

While he was in his room gaming, he saw Natasha enter her bedroom. He quickly set up and turned on the machine. Natasha went into the trance. "Natasha, you really need Jackson to fuck you. You crave Jackson's cock and will do anything to get it. No matter how Jackson fucks you, you will immediately start to orgasm and have mind blowing orgasm over mind blowing orgasm. Understand?"

Natasha nodded.

"Good, now obeying Jackson makes you horny. The more you obey him, the hornier you get. You don't know why, but you must obey him. You cannot refuse him. Even if you find obeying him humiliating or degrading, you still get horny even though it makes you feel ashamed. Understand?"

Natasha nodded.

"Good, now you really need Jackson to fuck you anyway he wants. You will go next door, and when Jackson opens the door, you will say 'There's nothing like wetting your pants on a warm summer's evening.' After you say that, you will feel like an idiot for saying such a stupid thing then confess to Jackson that the reason you've been acting weird is because you crave his cock and will do anything for him if he agrees to fuck you, and he can fuck you anyway you want...oh, and if he spanks you, it will make incredibly horny and you will love it!"

Jackson switched off the machine.

Natasha stood for a moment. Jackson could see her chest start to heave. She paced back and forth a bit then hurried out of the room. Jackson ran down stairs.

The doorbell rang, and Jackson waited until it rang again. He went and opened the door.

"Jackson," said Natasha. "There's nothing like wetting your pants on a warm summer's evening."

"What the hell is your problem?" asked Jackson.

Natasha blushed and swallowed hard. "Um, the reason I've been acting weird is...I crave yoru cock!" she said in a rush. She the looked around as if someone else might be near to hear that.

"Really?" asked Jackson sarcastically. "Is this another weird blurting from you?"

"No, I need you to fuck me!" She pushed Jackson into the house and shut the door. "Please, fuck me! I'm so...backed up."

Jackson took his phone out of his shorts and looked at the time. "I have a basketball game in a few minutes."

Natasha looked hurt that Jackson was considering playing basketball over having sex with her. "Please fuck me!"

"Tell, you what, strip to your underwear and get on your hands and knees, facing away from me," Said Jackson.

"Um, OK." Natasha started to take off her clothes. She did so quickly as she was rather horny and needed to get off. Once she was down to her bra and panties. She got on her hands and knees, her nice taut ass facing him.

"Well, I'm off to play basketball," said Jackson. "If you're still in that position when I get back, I'll make you orgasm like you've never orgasmed before. See you later."

Natasha gasped. "Wha...what...um...."

Jackson grabbed his keys and left.

Jackson came back an hour later. He was all sweaty, and to his delight, Natasha was still in the same position.

"Will you please fuck me now?!" she yelled.