Size Matters to Yasmin
It was only when Zane's twelve-inch prick bottomed out inside her tight, hungry cunt that Yasmin realized she might have been outmaneuvered, but by then he was balls deep inside her and smacking her ass with every thrust and rubbing nerves she didn't even know existed and Yasmin was having to spend a lot of her mental energy on things like remembering to breathe. Trying to trace the exact moment when she lost control of the conversation and allowed herself to be tricked into unprotected sex with a man she barely knew was just a little too much for her muzzy, lust-drunk brain just then.
It came back to her in little flashes, though. Sitting in the cramped living room of Zane's apartment, waiting with badly-disguised irritation for Zane's roommate to get back from work so they could begin the vital business of cramming for their chemistry finals. Zane making idle chit-chat, talking about some article he'd read on MRI machines and hypnosis that he garbled so badly Yasmin wound up drawn into an argument with him on the validity of hypnosis as a psychological phenomenon without even noticing how easily she'd been sucked into conversation on a topic she had only casual interest in. Zane's contention, so obnoxious and smug and typical of college guys who thought they knew everything, that women were uniquely vulnerable to hypnosis because of their susceptibility to sexual pleasure.
Looking back--not that Yasmin really could right now, at least not in any kind of organized or coherent way--it seemed obvious that he was leading her there. Not just to that topic, but to that emotional state where she felt a wild, furious desire to challenge him on every single point and every single argument even when it wound up dragging her deeper into the mess she'd somehow gotten herself into. She couldn't let him go on thinking that women became mindless, rutting beasts who soaked up everything they were told the second they got a dick inside their pussy, and Yasmin wound up blurting out details about her sex life she'd never told anyone in their friend group simply to shut him up. She'd had plenty of sex for a twenty-two year old woman. None of it had ever shut down her brain.
And of course that was when he told her that size mattered, and naturally that was when Yasmin realized his erection was pressing against his sweatpants for an obscene length of his thigh and what he was really trying to say was that his dick was big enough to fuck her utterly stupid. Which would have been a pathetic, easily dismissed come-on under any other circumstances, but Yasmin was so frustrated by his smug confidence that she was practically seeing red and it felt surprisingly reasonable under the circumstances to dare him to hypnotize her with his swinging cock. It was an obviously stupid decision on her part, and she knew even as she bent over the kitchen counter that this had probably been his goal all along, but it didn't matter because he was wrong and she would prove it and maybe she'd even get a nice climax out of the deal.
Then his cock went inside her. Deeper and deeper, pushing in and in and in and filling her up more completely than she'd ever been filled in her life. Yasmin's eyes went wide, her whole brain narrowed down to the sensation of Zane's thrusting prick, and she found her mind going muzzy and incoherent as he fucked her… shit. As he fucked her into a hypnotic trance. Zane began speaking to her right about then, but Yasmin couldn't process it and she allowed his words to slip right into her uniquely vulnerable brain.
