Chapter 5: Brianna

While he would have conducted the session differently, Jacob was still mildly aroused by the quality control tape he had just watched. All the better for his own session, he thought.

Jacob’s Tuesday morning appointment was with Brianna, 17 years old. Her photos revealed her to be a stunning brunette, muscular with good posture and perhaps large B-cup breasts, positioned right where they needed to be.

There was always some risk in selecting a candidate who could kick his ass if for some reason shit hit the fan. Security support was available at all times, but they weren’t waiting right outside the door, and help would take a moment to arrive—time enough for a few well-placed blows. Jacob did have some self-defense training, and he scheduled these sessions in the morning, when he was most likely to be alert. But he hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

Brianna had disclosed on her form that she was not a virgin, and she had indicated that she did not want her breeder visible. And she had left the foreplay and position options blank. Jacob had a sinking feeling. But then she had indicated that she did not expect she would need to be restrained. Interesting.

Jacob entered the breeding room to find the bed curtain drawn. “Brianna?”

“Yep, that’s me.” She sounded almost cheerful. Odd.

“I’m Jacob, your breeder this morning.”

“Hi.”

“I’m sure you know what you’re here for. I was looking at your form and saw that you’re not a virgin. That can make things a little easier. But you didn’t choose any foreplay or positions?”

“Yeah, I want to get myself ready.”

“Okay, that’s fine.”

“And I didn’t know how you did it here. I mean, I know how sex works, but like, how you have things set up here,” said Brianna.

“Sure,” replied Jacob. “Usually with the curtain it’s easiest to bend over on your knees and back up to where it opens.”

“Okay. Should I get myself ready now?”

“Yeah, go ahead and just let me know when you’re in position.”

Jacob was pleasantly surprised at how well this was going. He had been afraid his mate would be hostile, but this young woman seemed unconcerned.

He could hear the rustle of fabric on the other side of the curtain. It had to be her robe that she was removing. The government didn’t bother with bedsheets. They just had these green waterproof mattresses that could be wiped down after each use.

There was a minute or two of silence, during which Jacob held still so as to allow his mate to pretend he wasn’t there.

A soft moan came from behind the curtain, and more followed. Jacob could imagine Brianna lying on her back, legs spread widely, lazily rubbing her sex. He knew from the photos that she was fully shaved. It must be quite a sight.

Curiosity got the better of Jacob. As the moaning became near-continuous, he reasoned that Brianna was engrossed in her task and would not notice a slight movement of the curtain. Crouching to bring his head to bed level, he opened the curtain just enough to peek in.

Indeed, he was treated to a majestic view of her self-pleasure, a delightful, engorged pussy—developed but not worn—framed by strong thighs and sculpted calves. Brianna was rubbing her fingers up and down over her clit, just dipping her fingertips between her labia on the down-stroke. Her other hand grasped a breast, squeezing it in rhythm with her clitoral stimulation. She continued to vocalize her enjoyment.

Jacob felt a bit lightheaded as blood rushed to his growing cock. He was almost lost in the erotic sight before him, compounded by her musky scent and lustful moans.

Brianna’s hips started to buck in response to her efforts, and by now she was literally dripping wet. Her body was ready to be taken, but Brianna was on the way to bringing her own release, and Jacob saw no reason to interrupt.

In response to her involuntary humping, on each stroke Brianna would now bring her two fingers down to her vagina, penetrating it slightly. It was if she was teasing herself with an invisible cock, all the while keeping pressure on her pleasure button. Jacob peeked with a wide eye, having to remind himself to breathe occasionally.

Clearly the brief penetrations were not enough, and Brianna took her hand off her breast, brought it around under her leg, and positioned two fingers at her entrance. She pressed in and held them there as her hips awkwardly tried to hump them.