A Short Series By Jennifer Foor
Copyright © 2017 Jennifer Foor
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Chapter 1
I was leery to inquire about the information on the fancy business card, because it only brings me closer to admitting I have a huge problem. I’m about to partake in something others would never indulge in. Having just separated from my husband after five long years, I’m definitely ready to figure out if my issues are personal, or just derived from being unhappy for as long as I can remember.
I’ve been told there is something wrong with me. Normal women in their early thirties can’t possibly want sex as much as I do. None of them watch porn frequently, or masturbate in bed while their husbands are asleep next to them. Even when I’m at the office, I occasionally have to run into the ladies room to relieve the urge to climax, after daydreaming about encounters I’ve never been able to experience.
I never wanted to consider I need help, but it’s obvious now that I can no longer suppress my darkest desires. I cross my legs as I make myself comfortable in the waiting area of the large farmhouse that’s been converted to host select guests with unusual appetites. The price to be here is steep, but it’s one I’m willing to pay in order to get what I want.
Gazing out the window, I spot other similar buildings on the sprawling ranch have the same prearranged taxi service I arrived in pulled up in front of them. This place is utterly secluded, thanks in large part to the fancy mile long driveway one must take to get back here.
It’s not hard to figure out that they entertain more than one person at a time, but I was under the impression that I would be alone on my sexual escape. I obviously haven’t asked as many questions as I probably should have.
To outsiders, it appears to be a working ranch, but to those of us in the know, it’s something entirely different—a place to fulfill every possible fantasy one could ever desire.
I’m told that when I leave this place my curiosity will no longer burden me. According to the representative for the Lotus Experience)who found me at my first sex addicts anonymous meeting, this will cure my relentless obsession.
I’ve gone through the prescreening process, having my blood work drawn and a physical done by their selected medical facility. When my confirmation date came through in an email I almost fainted.
This was really happening. I’m putting myself out there in hopes of learning what, if anything, I’ve been missing out on while being married to a man who could never satisfy my needs.
I flip through a menu the young, blonde receptionist handed me the moment she guided me to this seat. From the start of the first page, it’s clear there’s a lot more than food on the menu.
I take my pen, and carefully mark a few selections I had already spoken to my representative about, making sure my needs will be met. I’d already gone online and made my food choices for the week, but these selections before me were certainly not on the site. These choices were…well unbelievable. I continue to peruse through each new page, completely astonished at what I’m seeing; yet excited beyond belief at the same time.
Before I can start over from the beginning to make sure I didn’t miss any of the fine print, an extremely fit, devilishly handsome man walks into the room. His hair is dark and long on the top, but pushed back out of his face. He’s wearing a white pair of linen pants without a shirt, making me think he’d be easy to get naked. His toned physique reminds me of the men I visualize while pleasuring myself when my very ordinary ex-husband was fucking me. He’s every bit of what I described wanting when I agreed to come here. It’s like they dressed him to match the part on my application where I described first meeting ‘the man of my dreams’.
His lips part as if it’s slow motion as he speaks, while his steadfast eyes focus on my body language. “Good afternoon. My name is Stephan, and I’ve been assigned to host you for the week.” He claps his hands together as he continues. “I see you’ve been given your itinerary. Enclosed you’ll find daily schedules as well as participant information that you’ll be able to choose to your liking. Speaking of which, I’m inclined to ask if you find me suitable to be your guide, or would you rather select another gentlemen for your journey?”
Is he serious? I have other choices, and there could be someone even more delectable than this fine specimen?
“Um,” I lick my lips as heat rushes through my body, leaving me flushed. “There’s no need. You’ll suffice,” I respond as serious as I’m able. It’s unlike me to act flippant, but I’m nervous, and instead of wiping my sweaty palms on my thighs I’m inclined to pretend nothing bothers me.
A sly grin strikes his straight face. “Speaking of switching, you’ll find there’s a spot on page three where you can specify gender, race, and even marital status of your partners this week. You’ll note at the bottom in bold that all of your partners will have participated in monthly blood tests, as while as physical performance evaluations so that you’re being provided with the best service possible. We aim to please in every aspect. Since your prescreening has already been taken care of, today will be for mostly orientation. I’ll show you around and we’ll start slow at your request.”
“I appreciate the information.” I’m actually overwhelmed. My heart is racing, and I’m sure this man can sense my unease as his deep voice speaks directly to me, insinuating everything I’m about to participate in, including getting naked with him, every day, and every way, for an entire week. My excitement is exuding through my pores as I fight to comprehend this.
He’s very calm and collected. Professionalism radiates when he speaks. “Our guests usually go through a certain amount of skepticism as well as being extremely nervous. I can assure you that everything you’ve come to experience during your visit will be at your demand.” He takes a card from his pocket. It’s blank with a single line on it, then hands me a pen. “Write down the first word that comes to mind.”
I’m blank. Can I read and write, because I’m frozen?
He reiterates. “Any word.”
I jot down something and fear I’m the biggest idiot on the planet.
HUNG
Embarrassed doesn’t cut it when he takes the card and peers down at the word, a half-smile cracking the side of his face. “Okay.” He holds it up. “This is your safe word for the whole week. This word will be listed on the door of each room you’ve entered. Any person involved in the selected fantasy will know this word and recognize it as your stop point. If for any reason you need a break, perhaps to relieve yourself, or just for drink, say the word loud enough for them to hear. They’ll exit without question and only return when requested. Don’t worry, I’ll be with you the whole time.”
I nod. I’m too flabbergasted to react any other way. Suddenly I’m overwhelmed with fear. This is happening. I’m doing this. It’s crazy.
“Do you have any qu
estions before I show you around?”
I shake my head. “No. I think I’m good.”
“Fantastic. Let’s get started then. First I’ll show you to your room. This will be where you have down time. I can either stay with you, or you can rest alone. It’s your choice. I’m here to pleasure you for the next seven days. I’m required to give you anything you ask of me as long as it is permitted in the code of ethics in the back of the book.”
“Code of ethics?”
“We will provide people with pain and pleasure if requested, but, for example, self mutilation is off limits.”
“I’m not into that.”
“I wouldn’t suspect you would be. I was only giving you an example.”
“Thank you. I’m sure I’ll be easy to please.” Yes, I put my foot in my mouth again. What the hell is wrong with me?
A few moments later I’m led around the residence and learn that this house is where I’ll have all my interactions. Each room is equipped for a multiple amounts of activates. There is a room full of bondage. There are several with beds, some covered in plastic, and I’m almost afraid to ask why. He shows me one room that is covered in padding, and at each corner is chains hanging from the ceiling. There’s even a space with a huge tub in the center of the room, looking to fit around four people at once. There’s one area that has cushions surrounding the entire square vicinity and another large square cushion in the center. I can only imagine this if for group orgies. I hate admitting that parts of me react to seeing this and imagining what I’ll experience there.
He shows me the kitchen, and even a small casual living room where I can go if I want to take a break. I honestly don’t know what to say. He’s acting as if I’ve not walked into the Twilight Zone, but more of a professional business environment. This isn’t his first rodeo, and as much as I look forward to being with such an experienced man, I fear this won’t do anything but make me crave more taboo attention, and only give me a taste of something I can only have for a little while.
Chapter 2
The bedroom is decorated in clean lines and white with gray hues. The open windows allow a heavy breeze to blow the long linen drapes toward where I sit. The comforter is a lush goose down, and if I inhale deep enough I get a whiff of the authentic feathers inside. I’ve always enjoyed the scent of down.
Running my hands across the smooth cover, I close my eyes and take in the silence. I’m not sure why I pictured moaning people crying out all over the place.
Feeling bit impatient, I turn to my attendant.
He hands me a tablet that open to a screen. It’s a list of sexual preferences with check boxes. Stephen explains. “Tap on everything that interests you in doing this afternoon throughout the night. If there are some you’re unsure of, tap twice and it will make the box a different color.”
I take the tablet from him and quietly read over the first few before answering any. It’s similar to the menu, but more geared for what I want right now.
Oral from Man
Oral from Woman
Anal from Man
Double penetration
Lesbian Sex
Threesome MMF
Threesome FFM
Group Orgy
Bondage
S&M
Ass Play
Heavy Petting
Shaving
Voyeurism
Public Sex
Torture Sex
Dominatrix classes
Naked Yoga
Food Play
The Art of Squirting
Golden Shower
Role Play
Reenact your Favorite Porn
Other
Quietly making my selections, and sticking to starting with normal and worrying about getting crazy tomorrow, I hand him back the tablets and watch as he reads it over.
“So what happens now?” I inquire while licking my lips.
“What do you want to happen?” Stephen replies with a presumptuous grin after seeing what I want.
That’s right. It’s up to me.
With shaking hands and trembling lips I close my eyes and say what I’ve been anticipating since I first set eyes on this man. “I didn’t come here to take things slow, or go over itineraries. I’m here for one reason, and we both obviously know what that is. I’m here to get fucked in every way imaginable. I’ve anticipated this day since I found out about this place. I’m not usually shy, so excuse me if I’m coming off that way. I’m a woman who knows what she wants. What if I asked you to take the reigns for today? Would that be acceptable?”
He nods and sits down on the edge of the bed. I watch him lean back on his elbows, staring intently. “Certainly. Why don’t you go ahead and take off your clothes so I can get familiar with your body? It will help break the ice.”
My eyes widen. He’s all business.
I’ve never stripped in front of a stranger, and while I contemplate if I’ll have the nerve to do it, I come to the realization that this is why I’m here—to free all my inhibitions. What better way to explore my sexuality then to let go of my fears and give in to my deepest desires? It’s time to own up to what I’ve denied myself.
The heels I've been keeping on are actually giving me blisters as I stand before him and contemplate my next move. I'm determined to not look like a ridiculous fool in front of this extremely handsome, patient man, I kick them off one at a time, remaining focused on the way he's attentively watching me. His demeanor is calm, as if he's done this a million times before. I don't know whether to feel discouraged for my lack of experience at seduction, or overwhelmed with excitement imagining everything we're about to do together.
I stare into his eyes. “I'm not used to this type of situation, being sort of put in the spotlight, I mean."
"I wouldn't expect you would be. Most of our clients are everyday normal people with particular interests in extracurricular sexual exploration. It's normal. I'm here to make you comfortable as well as offer you pleasure during your stay. If you wish to do things a different way simply mention it. You have to use words. Communication is the key here. That’s why it’s easier to be assigned to one person."
His cool demeanor turns me on even more, and I'm frightened of the things my body wants to do with this man. Fire burns between my legs, while desperately coming to terms with the fact that he's still standing shirtless waiting for me to strip.
I begin unbuttoning the loose blouse I’m wearing, my hands so shaky I'm unable to perform such a simple task. I shake my head as I admit defeat. "I'm afraid this may be too complicated for my nervous hands."
Stephen steps closer as if he expected this reaction. "May I assist you?"
I nod and smile, taking in the scent of him as he nears. He smells like a sandalwood, mixed with a masculine musk. I'm unsure of the brand of cologne, but too inundated to ask of yet.
His large hands begin at the top button, his eyes engrossed with mine as he works effortlessly to open the my top a little at a time. "What would you like to be called this week? We prefer our clients to be anonymous. With each persona we take on for our guests, we appreciate the same approach for the safety of all participants."
"I'm not here because I want to pry into the people's lives who run this place," I assure him.
"You aren't now, but on the seventh day, after you've been fucked, licked, washed, filled, pampered, fed, and everything else I'll be doing to you, there's a chance you may want more. Unfortunately I take my job seriously. I don't involve myself with clients out of the workplace. Like the job you have at home, I am loyal to my employer. The pay is too good to allow myself mishaps."
"Understood."
Stephan shoves my blouse off my shoulders. I haven't even noticed he was still working on it while we were discussing some of his rules.
I breathe in deeply as his hands come around to my back where the clasp to my bra sits. He waits a moment for me to relax. "Is it okay if I continue?"
"Lola. Please, call me Lola."
&n
bsp; I watched this porno flick recently with a woman named Lola. She fucked at least ten men and two women in the one hour movie. She wasn't fake looking like the usual porn stars. Her breasts were real, her makeup done naturally. I could tell her dark brown hair was her real color. She was exquisite, an example of beauty that every woman would be envious of. I know because I’ve pleasured myself to her image more times that I care to admit. It's only fitting that I spend my week pretending I'm her.
“Lola,” he repeats with a smile. “Sexy.” I watch the words roll off his tongue. His mouth beckons me. I swallow and prepare for his next move, all while knowing I’m about to get lost in him. “So, Lola, tell me how being close to me makes you feel?”
Close. That’s the keyword. He’s so damn close his chest is brushing over the fabric covering my nipples. I can feel them rock hard underneath, waiting impatiently to be exposed. It’s enticing, but horrifying at the same time. This man is focused, while I’m worrying about little details I shouldn’t be concerned with. His pheromones are making me crazy.
“I feel like I want to keep going. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t, not unless you tell me to. I want you naked.”
I wonder if he’s supposed to say things like this, or if he genuinely means it. At this point I’m inclined not to care. It doesn’t even matter. I’m about to be exposed and the inclination of what will come next sets my skin on fire.
Chapter 3
There I stand, completely naked and fully exposed for this man’s viewing pleasure. Truthfully, I feel vulnerable, and this isn’t exactly how I imagined this to go down.
Stephan slides his linen pants down, allowing me to see what he’s been hiding underneath. He’s not wearing underwear, which allows his cock to spring free. He’s hung, and his girth is quite appealing, and it’s easy to see why he was chosen for this job. I’m curious to know whether my small mouth will be able to manage it.
So far this appears to be money well spent.
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