Private Pleasures

by Vanessa Devereaux

  I got off the stool and then followed her down a corridor where an automatic door swished open.

  “You can leave your robe and shoes here. Just continue walking and you’ll be in the chamber. Enjoy your time there.”

  She winked and left. I took off the robe, hung it on the wall and kicked off my flip-flops. The carpeting was squishy and the corridor warm, but I still continued to shiver.

  Another door opened and I was greeted by Michael again. I don’t know why, but I was suddenly shy about being naked in front of a guy who’d sat interviewing me just twenty minutes ago. I looked around the lab. There was a chair that looked the sort seen in a dentist’s office placed in its center. Three other men, all wearing scrubs, looked at me.

  “Are you ready to get started?” asked Michael.

  I couldn’t back out now. “Sure.”

  “This is Steve, Todd and David. Pleasure technicians we call them, and they’re going to tailor a program based on how your body responds.”

  The three men waved and then Steve, who was the tallest of the guys, walked over to me.

  “Make yourself comfortable on the thrill chair,” he said.

  Was it really the thrill chair or just the name he gave it? I guess I’d find out.

  “Just relax as much as you can. Let your body go with the action and that way you’ll have the best experience.”

  Todd walked over and attached electrodes to my scalp. Next he put one on each of my nipples, one just above my belly button and the section of the chair that my parted legs rested on, spreading them wide. The chair tilted back, and I grabbed the arms, feeling as if I was about to fall onto the floor.

  “It’s okay, Natasha. You’re safe,” said Steve.

  David approached me. “Hi, Natasha. Just try to relax.” He pulled on some latex gloves and then parted my folds. I felt a pinch on my clit. “It records anything you’re feeling there. And just one more thing.”

  I glanced down to see what looked like a huge silver dildo in his hand and then felt its coldness on my pussy walls as he pushed it inside me.

  “Okay, Natasha, the lights are going to be turned off, and we’ll put this on your eyes. Just relax and try to enjoy the action. While you do, we’ll be recording everything that happens in your brain and body.”

  The chair went backward some more until I lay flat, my legs slightly raised, the silver dildo finally losing some of its coldness. Todd placed some goggles and a mask over me, and it was if nighttime had fallen in a matter of seconds.

  Suddenly, I was in a bedroom. Lying on the bed naked. Music played. I looked around and then the door opened and the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen walked in with a towel wrapped around his waist.

  “Hi, Natasha.”

  “Hi,” I said.

  “I hear you’ve been a bad girl.”

  “Really?”

  “You know what we do to bad girls around here?”

  “Spank them?” I asked.

  “Is that what you want or do you just want to be fucked?”

  My pussy clenched, and I wasn’t sure if they stimulated it or if my own body had reacted to his question.

  “Fuck me first, spank me later,” I said.

  He pulled the towel from his waist. My pussy pulled tight as it used to when Joel touched me. The man headed my way. I swallowed. His cock was long, big and already hard. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me toward him until I was almost at the end of the bed.

  “Get ready for your ride.”

  He slid into me. I shook. It was such a long time since I’d had a cock inside me, and it thrilled me more than I could have imagined. I bucked, forcing him, no insisting, that he begin thrusting. He was hard and rough with me. Not usually the way I liked it, but after such a drought, it suddenly brought out something within me that I’d never actually revealed with Joel.

  I parted my legs and pushed against him, riding him, thinking I was in control, but it was really he who called the shots. My orgasm built. I slapped the mattress with my palms, needing to find release. Finally, when it came, it was as if my body had been freed.

  He was gone, but quickly replaced by another man, who now lay beside me. “Do you want to ride me?” he asked.

  He ran his hand up and down his erect cock, lifting it like a prize ready to be claimed. I went up onto my knees, straddled him and then impaled myself on his dick. I rode him as if he were the last man on Earth and this was the last time I’d ever have sex. Perspiration slid down my face. The spot between my breasts was wet and hot, but best of all my pussy burned. I spun around, my ass now facing him. I put my hands on his legs, the muscles so taut they pushed against my palms with the hair tickling my skin. Bouncing up and down, my heavy breasts slapped up and down as I cried out, climaxing over and over again.

  I was roughly pushed down. I was scared at first, hearing my own heartbeat quicken in my head and ears. I was fondled and touched by what felt like lots of men, exploring my body. Hands on my breasts, fingers probing my pussy and one had his fingers in my anus.

  I loved it, loved the attention I was getting. Next they kissed me, their tongues trailing down my body, until I was flipped onto my back and one man lapped at my clit, biting it and making it throb. Another put his fingers inside my channel, rubbing them against the back wall.

  I bucked and cried out, breathing frantically, and then the image went and I was in another room. A red one, tied up, leaned over a chair with my ass in the air.

  “Naughty, naughty,” said a man’s voice.

  Whack, he slapped my ass. It stung and burned like crazy and then he spanked me non-stop until I fought the pain and climaxed. He unstrapped me, letting me slide to the floor where my mouth was inches from his dick. I reached out and took it, sliding my tongue over the tip while actually tasting his cum. He pulled my hair as I took him into my mouth, enjoying the experience more than I would have ever thought.

  And then I straddled another man, he holding a feather on a stick, rubbing it back and forth, back and forth over my clit until my juices ran down my thighs.

  “Natasha.”

  A man called my name, and someone touched my arm. It felt different compared to what I’d experienced, and I realized it was one of the men in the chamber. He removed my goggles.

  “Do you have everything you need?” I asked.

  Todd took the silver bullet from inside me. It shone with my juices. He unhooked the rest of the electrodes from my body. “You did just fine, and you’ve given us so much to work with,” he said. He held my hand as the chair went back up to its regular position. “It should take us about a day to work out the program for you. We’ll call to let you know when it’s ready and you can make an appointment to come in for your first pleasure session.”

  Chapter Five

  The biggest drawback to engaging in something that you hadn’t done for a long time is you start to crave it all over again. Yes, it was an addiction. You’d been good and stayed away from it, and the initial need had subsided, but then you foolishly take that first drink, place that longed-for bet, and you’re hooked all over again.

  That was how I felt when I arrived home. I’d always liked sex, but I’d learned to get over my hunger and need when Joel had become impotent. He’d found other ways to pleasure me, and that had kept me satisfied. However, today I’d had a taste of what I’d been missing. Now my body was going through withdrawal symptoms, and I needed a fix.

  I walked to the drawer. The one where I’d kept the vibrator Joel had brought me for my birthday the year before he’d been killed. I took it out of its bag and slipped it onto my hand. I’d been tempted to use it after his death, but always felt guilty. I’d never used it on myself before. It’d always been him who’d brought me so much pleasure with it. Tonight I needed it, and I knew he’d understand.

  I headed to the bathroom with the vibrator in hand. I closed the door and then placed it on the vanity while I stripped. I looked into the mirror, still seeing faint outlines where the electrod
es had been placed on me. I reached for the vibrator before I turned it on. Its gentle hum made me cry because I thought of Joel. I could see him holding it, teasing me with it as I lay on the bed.

  Open wide, had always been his favorite two words as he waved it around. I would laugh and then feel the vibrator’s smoothness inside me. He’d kiss me while holding it still before he’d turn it on and take me by surprise.

  I parted my legs, letting its tip bite my folds and then slowly meet my opening. I drew in my breath, allowing it to go into my channel. I looked into the mirror. Tears now ran down my face. The vibrator beat a steady pulse against my pussy walls. I swirled it like Joel used to do before I thrust it upward, its knobby edges going to work. Closing my eyes allowed me to see Joel again.

  You going to come for me, baby?

  I turned it up a notch and dug my toes into the tiled floor. I held on to the edge of the countertop with my free hand as I shook and cried out as I found release. I let the machine slip from my body and fall to the floor. I gently went there too, the coolness of the tiles seeping into my skin. I was hooked again, and I hoped Private Pleasures could satisfy all my needs.

  Chapter Six

  Had any other client been as eager as me? That’s what I wondered when I walked into Private Pleasures two days later. Michael waited for me as I stepped off the elevator.

  “I think you’re going to be very happy with what they came up with. You don’t have to run through all the programs in one shot. In fact, I’d advise you not to as it gets too overwhelming. You can come in here as often as you want and go through each session, even pick out and replay parts that you like the best.”

  I followed him through a set of doors and then into a room where Steve waited.

  “I’ll leave you in Steve’s good hands,” he said.

  “Hi, Natasha. Everything’s set for you. I’ll run through the program with you. This is your room, and no one else can access it. I’ll leave a pass here for you. If you’d like to get undressed, I’ll set you up with the machine, and after that you should be able to run it yourself.”

  The thought of having access to this any time I wanted thrilled me. I quickly undressed in the side room, hung my clothes up and walked out naked. I wondered how many other women Steve had helped like this.

  He pulled out the machine, which actually looked like a motor bike. “If you’d like to get on, I’ll get you set for your first session.”

  I straddled the seat. He pressed a button, and what looked like a silver dick popped up.

  “You need to have this inside you at all times,” he said.

  I lifted myself up and down on it and wiggled to get more comfortable.

  “Next you attach these to each of your nipples.” He put two black pads across my breasts. “You can rest your body forward onto the machine so you don’t get tired.”

  I pushed my shoulders forward, the silver dick already rubbing against my pussy walls.

  “Next you need the head set and mask.” He lifted it and attached it around my forehead. “This button here launches your program. You can replay any scenes you like. And should you find that nothing is suitable, which I don’t think’s ever happened, speak to your counselor and we’ll rewrite the program for you at no charge. To stop it you simply let go of this lever that you’ll hold throughout the session.”

  I touched it and then checked out the launch button.

  “You ready?” asked Steve.

  “I think so.”

  He dimmed the lights. “I’ll monitor you the first time, and come and check to see if everything’s okay so don’t worry.”

  He left by the side door, and I leaned over some more and pressed start. I felt as if I were going to sleep and falling down into clouds. Actually, it was the beginning of the program. I rode the glass elevator. Going up, and I saw down into the foyer. Lots of people were there, talking.

  Ting the bell sounded. The doors opened and in came a tall muscular man.

  “Late again, Natasha.” He walked over to me and pulled me close, his erection straining against my belly. “Third time this week. Do I have to fire you or would you like my own brand of punishment?”

  I ran my finger down his face, feeling the stubble on his cheek. “I think I’d like to try your punishment.”

  “Here in front of everyone?” he asked, nodding at the people in the foyer who were now looking up at us.

  “Sure, why not?”

  “You’re so bold. That’s what I love about you.”

  He moved his hand under my skirt, inching up my thigh until he found the edge of my panties. He pushed them to one side and soon burrowed his fingers into my pubic hair. In no time he’d found my clit and massaged it with such force I had to take a deep breath. He kissed me. I kissed him back.

  “Are you going to come for me, baby?”

  He pressed harder on my clit, making me groan, causing me to cream and then I climaxed, biting him so hard there was a speck of blood on his lip. I wiped it away.

  “Bad girl, get your clothes off,” he said.

  “What if I say no?”

  “You want to play or not?”

  I opened my blouse, took it off and tossed it into the corner of elevator. Next I put my hands behind my back and unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor. He reached out and grabbed my breasts, pulling and squeezing them until more cream escaped my opening.

  “Now the rest,” he said.

  I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to my feet. Next I slid out of my panties. The elevator moved downward, and as it did, a mirror replaced one of the walls.

  The man crept up behind me, running his hands up and down my body, making me quiver. He lifted one of my legs, forcing me to put my foot onto the handrail. He went onto his knees, and soon his face was between my spread legs. With his fingers, he parted my labia, and beat his tongue against my opening.

  I rested my head on the glass, seeing everyone outside watched me being punished in the best way I could imagine.

  He tongue fucked me, bringing about the stirrings of an orgasm. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me down so his mouth outlined my folds with the tip of his tongue and then darted in and out, in and out, until I cried out and climaxed.

  He stood, grabbed my hand and put it onto his crotch. It was the biggest cock I’d had the pleasure to touch. I squeezed and then pulled on his zipper.

  “Someone wants it bad,” he said.

  He took off his belt, lowered his pants and boxers. He took hold of me, backing me toward the wall until my butt hit its coldness. He lifted one of my legs again, and this time it was his cock that slid inside me. Long and thick, and filling every part of my channel.

  He thrust, and I bucked until he held my ass cheeks to steady me. I wrapped my leg around him, thinking how great this scene was.

  “Big enough for you?” he asked.

  “If I said yes, would it make you conceited?”

  He drove hard, making me laugh and cry, then groan all the time while my juices washed over my thighs.

  “Come on, baby, come for me. Come for your boss.”

  I squeezed my pussy muscles, dug into his arms and let myself go to a place I loved so much. The edge of a climax, riding it for as long as I could and then relaxing so I could find the release I’d be longing for since he’d entered me.

  “You think you need to rest for a while?”

  It was no longer his voice but Steve’s. Had I been as loud as I’d thought? Was my heartbeat racing? I was in the chamber. He stood there.

  “Your vaginal sensor has slipped out,” he said. “Here, let me help you with it.”

  He was naked as he climbed onto the machine behind me, wrapping his arms around me, touching my breasts, alternating between kissing and licking my neck. He ran his hands down my belly, grabbing the sensor and offering it to me, sliding it in and out until I groaned.

  “I want to come again.”

  “And you will, baby, you will, but maybe you’d like a real co
ck inside you while you continue the program.”

  He pushed me forward, quickly replacing the sensor with his cock. Was that allowed with a client, or had he stepped across the line? I didn’t care, and I definitely wouldn’t be reporting him.

  Steve held my breasts, massaging my nipples, as he pushed harder and higher. I raised my butt, giving him more access.

  “You bad girl. You like being fucked.”

  His voice was deep, seductive, and it made me edge toward my orgasm. My thighs shook as it washed over me and then he was gone.

  “You okay, Natasha?”

  It was Steve again. He was fully clothed. Had my mind imagined he’d just fucked me? Had he known what I’d done? Using him in my session? Now I could hardly look him in the eye, wondering what he thought of me.

  “I’m sorry…it’s just…”

  He stroked my back. “Nothing to be ashamed of. I saw the way you looked at me when you came into the room this morning. And I have to say I’ve seen plenty of naked women in here, but your tits gave me a hard-on. I still have it. Do you want to check it out?”

  He didn’t wait for me to answer. He grabbed my hand and placed it onto his crotch. I squeezed it.

  He leaned over and kissed me. “You have the nicest body I’ve ever seen.”

  He pushed me down and licked my breasts. The stubble on his chin tickled me, sort of scratchy but very pleasant. Steve made circles around my navel with his index finger, and soon he was doing the same with my pussy opening.

  This had to be against company policy, but who cared. He finger fucked me until I cried for more, and then as I lay on my back and straddled the machine, he pushed his cock inside me, rising above me until I was wet, hot and almost satisfied.

  “You done for this session?”

  The lights were back on. Steve was talking to me and he was clothed. I’d obviously released the lever, causing my session to close. Did he know I’d had virtual sex with him twice? Had he written this into the program?

  “Remember, you can come back tomorrow. Oh, and I highly recommend the pleasure island trip for your next session. I think you’re ready for it.”