by Megan West
Copyright © 2017 by, Megan West
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Sexy Sample:
…“Tell me the truth Denise. Did you look at my cock when you were in the crowd.”
I looked at him. My heart was pounding in my chest. “Yes.”
SMACK!
I hissed through my teeth in pain as my ass flared red from his spanking. “Yes, Master.” I corrected myself.
“Did you want to touch my cock? Did you want to feel it in your mouth?”
Was he a mind reader or something? I couldn’t believe he knew exactly what I had been thinking.
“Yes, Master.” I said, looking to the floor in shame. Then I saw him reach for the waistband of his pants. He pushed them down his legs and his cock sprang out in one fluid motion. I looked down at him. He was big; bigger than he looked from the crowd.
“Now is your chance Denise. Get down on your knees and taste me.” He said as he pushed on the tops of my shoulders. I paused for a second before falling to my knees. His cock was practically eye level with me now. My body squirmed with anticipation. It felt like a million eyes burning at the back of my head as I looked up at him and waited for further instructions…
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Ridiculous. That was my first thought when I looked around the small dance studio turned into an ‘Orgasm Clinic.’ That’s what my friend Tatiana called it, and that’s what the website called it, so I guess that was its official name— the ‘orgasm clinic.’
The conversation that led to this was awkward. It was only a week ago when Tatiana and I were out for dinner. I was telling her about my depressing sex life.
“Its not like I haven’t found plenty of men to have sex with.” I said as I stared at my stout long island iced tea.
“What is it then?” Tatiana asked. She was starting to pry. I couldn’t blame her. I wasn’t exactly being forthcoming with my problems, but I was the one who brought them up. I wanted to talk about them, but it was just too embarrassing. I looked down at the table in shame before drawing in a deep breath.
“I haven’t been able to orgasm since I was with David.”
“David! Good gosh Denise that was what?” Tatiana’s hands slapped on top of the table in shock, “six months ago?”
“Yea.” I said with a meager voice. I loved my best friend to death, but she wasn’t exactly making me feel better about myself. I felt broken; like my body wasn’t working right anymore. Tatiana noticed my look of total defeat and reached across the table to pat my hand.
“It’s okay girl.” She said, giving me a gentle squeeze of reassurance. “I can’t say I’ve had this problem before, but a lot of women have. Luckily, I have just the solution.”
“Do you now?” I asked skeptically. It wasn’t secret that Tatiana was a freak in bed. I was half expecting her to give me the number to one of her many hookups. She treated men the way women always complain about men treating women. She’d use them for sex and not bother calling them the next day. Unless of course the sex was good, then she’d hook up with them a few more times before kicking them to the curb.
Maybe I’d be lucky and she’d recommend Ricky; the super fit running back for the local NFL team. He was practically a super star and Tatiana had picked him up at a trendy night club one night. She fucked him and left the next morning. He ended up calling her the next day, but she ignored him. Apparently the sex ‘wasn’t that good.’ We didn’t find out until after the fact that he was the hotshot running back for the football team. How could we know that? We were just a couple of single women who never watched sports.
To say the least, Tatiana was the most sexual person I knew, so I was on pins and needles to hear her suggestion. When a suggestion regarding sex was coming from her—anything could come from her mouth.
“It’s called,” she leaned over the small table like she was going to tell me the biggest secret of her life, “The Orgasm Clinic.”
My face instantly scrunched up in total confusion, “huh?”
“The Orgasm Clinic. That’s what you need!” She sat back and looked as smug and confident as ever. I could tell she really felt like she saved my life.
“What the hell is that?”
“It’s a meet up for women who can’t reach orgasm.” She spoke as if the name alone made it obvious.
“They have something like that?”
“Yes! A bunch of women have this problem. This is a place where you go and the…” She leaned back a little further and mockingly fanned her face with her hand like she was having a hot-flash, “the oh-so-sexy instructor helps you achieve orgasm. Right then and there!” She started to giggle.
“I don’t get it.”
“You’ll just have to go and see for yourself.”
“I thought you said you’ve never had my ‘problem’.”
Tatiana shrugged and took a sip of her cocktail. “I haven’t. But I don’t go for the same reason all the other women do. I go because I like getting off in front of others and the instructor is drop dead fucking gorgeous!”
I rolled my eyes. If it was coming from anyone else, I’d think they were lying or grossly over exaggerating. But since all of this was coming from Tatiana it was totally believable.
She went on, “plus he takes a few lucky women up on the stage and literally gives them orgasms in front of everyone! I want to be called up there so fucking bad, but he never picks me. I swear it’s like he has a sixth sense for bullshit and knows I’m only there for the fun and not to actually be ‘cured’.”
“Where did you hear about this?”
She shrugged as she took another sip of her drink, “online.”
I was beyond skeptical at first, but then I went to the website and read several online message boards where women were talking about how great it was. So, I decided to give it a shot. I was never one to easily reach orgasm, but it had never gotten so bad for me to try such desperate measures. I signed up for a ‘lesson’ and waited on bated breath until Thursday rolled around.
When Thursday finally came I was more nervous than I had ever been in my whole life. I looked down at the personal vibrator still in plastic wrap and all the pamphlets and brochures they handed out when everyone timidly walked through the door. I didn’t bother reading too much of the reading material, but from what I could gather there was a healthy mix of legitimate medical information and more ‘woo woo’ stuff about your feelings and proper mind/body connection.
There was a wide array of mini articles in the pamphlets with titles like:
Lose the Heels: High Heels are the Death of Pleasure
Stop ‘Boozing it up’.
Your Partner Doesn’t Know how to ‘Work It”.
Noisy Sex is Good Sex
Be Comfortable with Yourself to be Comfortable with the Big O
My personal favorites were:
Sometimes Pain is Pleasure
Just below the title was the picture of a beefy man spanking a woman bent over a couch. She had pale white skin and her ass was filled with bright red handprints. Just below that one was:
Go so you can Come
The picture for this masterpiece was a wo
man sitting on a toilet with messy blond hair and a look of relief all over her face. This whole thing was starting to get sillier by the minute. I reached up and adjusted my facemask as I looked around at all the other women in their own masks. As soon as I had signed up for the ‘clinic’ they sent me a small masquerade mask in the mail. They said it was for my anonymity. They wanted to make sure all the women were comfortable. It was a nice gesture because the last thing I wanted was to run into a familiar face. But I wondered how well the small masks would actually conceal my face. They only covered the top half of my face. But as soon as I got there I looked around at all the others. It didn’t look like I knew anyone—thank God!
The room looked like it was a dance studio by day and (apparently) an ‘Orgasm Clinic’ by night. The walls were nothing but mirrors and there was a tiny makeshift stage set up against one of the walls. On the stage was a padded bench, a chair, and a what looked like a giant padded X shaped cross with shackles on each point. I only knew what that was because Tatiana had told me about it. It was a Saint Andrew’s Cross. The whole thing made my stomach turn with nervous excitement. There was about twenty to twenty-five women. That was a little more than I would have liked, but what’s a girl to do?
As soon as the instructor, Matt Kelly, walked into the room I heard a collective gasp from all the women around me—including myself. He was a perfect six-foot with chiseled muscles like a roman statue and a grabbable head of dirty blond hair. He didn’t bother wearing a shirt and had on a pair of loose-fitting exercise pants. When he walked, I could make out the gentle sway of his cock underneath his pants. Just looking at him made my mouth dry from nerves and my you-know-what wet from something else.
“Orgasms. They seem like some allusive thing just out of reach.” My mouth dropped a little lower when I heard him speak for the first time. He had an English accent. The kind that would make a girl instantly drop her pants, bend over, and beg to be taken wherever they happened to be standing at the time. No wonder Tatianna loved this place so much.
“Don’t feel bad ladies. Reaching an orgasm is a lot more difficult for you than it is for us men. For men, it’s very much a body response. For women, it’s a MIND and BODY response. You have to be stimulated both here,” He reached up and pointed to his head, “and here.” Then he pointed to his cock as all the women in the room giggled. Everyone, including myself, was completely enthralled with him. He really knew how to work a room, but I wondered if he knew how to work something else.
“Don’t feel bad! Many women have to learn to orgasm. It’s not an automatic response like it is with men. You have to learn what turns you on,” he walked over to a cute little red head sitting in the front row and slowly brushed his hand down her neck and across her breasts. I watched her closely as she sucked in a deep breath and widened her legs just a bit—as if she were inviting him in. I didn’t blame her, I’d probably do the same thing.
“You have to learn what your body wants. Sadly, all of you aren’t built the same.” He pointed across the crowd. “For men—you get them hard, jerk them around a little, maybe suck on the end a little bit,” He winked and everyone let out a nervous laugh, “and before you know it they explode all over you! But for women, every one of you wants something different. And that’s what makes you beautiful and captivating creatures.” A few women in the front row let out a long and drawn out “Awwww”.
“Now many ‘sex therapists’ will say you need to masturbate more. Or communicate with your partner or what have you. I take a different approach.” He stepped up to the cute red head again and playfully pushed her blouse to the side, revealing her heaving breasts as she looked up at him like he was her God and savior. “My philosophy is that nine times out of ten you either aren’t comfortable with yourself—your body image, your sexiness, your personality, whatever—or you don’t know how to surrender to your partner.” He quickly held up his hand as if he were preemptively silencing a few people before they spoke. “Now before you get upset let me add a little caveat. Not all women are like this. That’s why I said nine out of ten. Sometimes women get off on being the dominant one in the bedroom and that’s okay! Who doesn’t love a ‘take charge’ woman? And some of you might think that’s you. But maybe you’re wrong. You’re here for a reason right? Something isn’t working. Somethings…broken.”
As soon as he said ‘broken’ my heart dropped. That was me! That was exactly how I felt—broken.
“But that doesn’t mean you can’t be fixed! In truth, you’re not broken. You just don’t know how your mind and body connection works yet. And that’s what we’re here to find out.” He pointed down at the red head. I could tell she was one of his favorites. “You.”
She looked around nervously before pointing to herself. “Yes, you with the fiery hair and tempting breasts.” Everyone laughed as the girl’s pale white skin flushed a bright pink. “Don’t be shy or bashful!” He said as she looked down to the ground to avoid everyone’s gaze.
“Come up here!” He said, motioning for her to come up on the small stage. Slowly, she got out of her seat and hopped up on the stage. Her bright and curly red hair bobbed on top of her head. “What is it about yourself that you don’t like?” He asked her as he wrapped his arm around her waist.
She thought for a moment as all the other women looked up at her on stage. “My hair.”
“Your hair?” The instructor looked genuinely shocked. “What is it about your hair that you don’t like?”
“It’s too red! And unruly. When I was younger I was always made fun of for it. I still don’t like it.”
There were a few ‘awes’ in the crowd as she looked down at the stage in embarrassment. She was right, her hair was unruly, but she had a cute round face and a generous pair of breasts. She had a lot going for her.
“Let me tell you something,” He paused for a moment as everyone scooted a little closer in their seats. Maybe he was going to tell us all a little-known secret. “Kids are assholes.”
The whole crowd busted out laughing.
“I’m serious! Of course you were made fun of! Everyone is made fun of for one thing or another when they’re younger. You don’t need to be holding that baggage still.” She looked up at him with hopeful eyes. “The second thing is this—you’re crazy for thinking your hair is bad. Personally, I think it’s sexy as hell!” Her face lit up with a huge grin. I smiled right along with her and for a moment I selfishly wished it was me up on the stage getting compliments from a man like him.
He reached up and twirled a finger around her red locks. “I’m serious! Look out into the crowd. No women has hair like you! It’s what makes you ‘you’.” His hand trailed its way down her stomach and dipped between her thighs. The red head bit her lower lip and widened her stance to invite his hand further. “Take off your clothes. Everyone else get comfortable, open your vibrators, and start pleasuring yourself. As you do I want you to think about what it is that you hate about yourself. Then I want you to really question whether or not it’s justified.”
My heart lurched up into my throat. I looked at all the other women around me to see what they were doing. They were all opening their packages and turning the vibrators on. I was more than nervous, so I just sat back and watched. Now the woman was completely naked on stage, breathing in and out heavily as he instructed her to sit on the bench and lean back.
“Remember, it’s all about mind and body connection.” He said to her and the crowd as his fingertips slowly trailed up and down her thigh before dipping into her wet pussy. I watched as the instructor licked her juices off his fingertips and pushed them back inside her. Her legs gave a little jolt, but she widened her thighs a little more. I looked around the room at all the other women. At that point I was the only one not pleasuring myself. The entire room hummed and buzzed from all the vibrators going in and out of their eager bodies.
“What is your name?” He asked her.
“Sarah.” The red head panted up on the stage as he playfull
y pinched her nipple with his free hand. Then he reached for the top of her head and grabbed a hold of her curly red locks.
“Your hair is beautiful Sarah. It’s the best part about you.” Her moans started to fill the room as her hips bucked against his hand. I sat with my arms crossed as I watched her legs jolt and twitch.
“I’m close.” She muttered. He pinched her nipple again before latching his mouth on it and giving her a playful bite. She sucked in a breath. Her hips were rocking and bucking as he pushed two fingers in and out of her faster and faster. I looked down at his crotch and could already see his cock hardening. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting him, but I didn’t dare open my vibrator like all the other women in the room already had. I didn’t think I could bring myself to masturbating in front of others like they had. But maybe a lot of them had come to the ‘Orgasm Clinic’ before and were a lot more comfortable with their surroundings.
It was only a minute later when Sarah’s back arched off the bench and she clutched at the instructor’s arms. Her entire body flushed a bright red. Almost as red as her fiery hair. As soon as she fell back onto the bench the crowd of woman started to clap.
