Love or Lust

by Megan West

  “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 playfully 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.

  “And that ladies is how you learn to accept yourself.” He said as he held out his hand to help Sarah stand up. She stood up next to him, but was barely able to stand so she clutched onto his arm for support. “When was the last time you had an orgasm?”

  “Two months ago.” She panted.

  Two months? That just made me feel more like shit. I hadn’t had one in six months! And that was just my best estimate. It might have been longer.

  “Mind and body connection everyone!” The instructor said as he looked out at all the women pleasuring themselves with their personal vibrators.

  And then there was me.

  I was sitting there with crossed arms like a bump on a log in a sea of women with their hands down their pants. I stuck out like a sore thumb and as soon as he looked out into the crowd he saw me.

  “You there!” He pointed
right at me.

  My heart dropped several thousand flights of stairs. Still, I looked behind me in a desperate attempt to find someone else he could be talking about. But I was in the second to last row and the only one behind me was some middle-aged blond who was completely naked and on the verge of what looked like an impending orgasm. She was close. A lot closer than I was sitting there doing nothing.

  “Me?” I asked, pointing to my chest.

  “Well I’m certainly not talking about the beautiful blonde behind you am I?”

  The whole crowd laughed as each and every one of them slowly pushed their vibrators in and out of themselves.

  “You’re looking a little shy. There’s no need to worry. Sex and sexuality is normal here.”

  I swallowed against a nervous and dry throat. I hated having the spotlight on me. “That’s good.” I cursed myself for saying something so short and stupid.

  “Come up here.” He said, pointing to the stage.

  My arms clutched around me even tighter as every muscle in my body screamed to run away. “I don’t think so.” I said, shaking my head and looking to the floor.

  “Uh oh! Looks like we have a fighter.”

  I shook my head. I hated every second of this.

  “Go up there!” One of the women laughed.

  “Go up there! I wish he chose me!” Another one said causing a loud rumble of laughter to fill the room.

  “You can’t fight the crowd.” He smiled with his hand still outstretched in a welcoming manner.

  It was only moments ago that I was dreaming of what his cock tasted like. Now I just wanted to run, but there was no escaping. I reluctantly got up and made my way to the stage. As soon as I stood up in front of everybody he gave me a light peck on the cheek. His scent tickled the back of my nose and forced me to breath in deeper. He had a woodsy sandalwood smell to him that made me weak at the knees.

  “You guys remember when I said nine out of ten of you women just want to fight sexuality. You want to be in charge. You want to be the dominant one.” He pointed right at me, “well this one right here is a prime example.” My stomach did a somersault.

  “What’s your name dear?”

  “Denise.” I said as I looked to the ground. The last thing I wanted to do was make eye contact with a crowd full of women masturbating.

  “Take off your clothes Denise.”

  “I don’t—”

  “Do it.” He said, cutting me off. His tone had turned sharp and forceful. Something about it made a spark race down the back of my neck. I didn’t dare want to disobey him. I slowly shimmied out of my jeans and kicked them and my shoes off to the side. Then I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it on my heap of clothing.

  “All of it.” He said as he playfully hooked a finger underneath my bra strap, pulled it back, and let it snap on my back. I timidly reached behind my back and unclasped it, letting it fall to the floor. The moment my nipples kissed the cool air of the studio they perked hard and tight. Then I dropped my panties to the floor and pushed them away from my feet. I had never been completely naked in front of others like this. I felt totally exposed and vulnerable.

  “That’s what I like to see.” He said as he reached up and gave one of my nipples a little pinch. The sudden pain made my back jolt upright. “When was the last time you had an orgasm?”

  “Six months ago.”

  Without warning he slapped my ass so hard I nearly fell forward off the tiny two-foot-high stage.

  “From now on you will say ‘Master’ when you address me. Try again.” I looked at him with sharp eyes. I couldn’t believe he was humiliating me like this in front of everyone.

  “I haven’t had an orgasm in six months, Master.”

  “Six months is a long time. Do you know why you haven’t?”

  “I don’t know.” I could practically feel his hand pulling back behind me before I quickly remembered to say, “Master.”

  “Maybe you don’t know how to pleasure your partners. If you can’t pleasure them, they can’t pleasure you. Perhaps you are always fighting your sexual urges.”

  I stood there—stock still and unmoving.

  “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.

  “Denise…Take it into your mouth. You wanted to know what I tasted like didn’t you?” I could feel the heat of his skin as I leaned a little closer. Butterflies fluttered inside my belly and I couldn’t ignore the horny excitement I felt between my legs. Was I comfortable? Absolutely not, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t be excited. I leaned in until he could feel the heat of my breath on the tip of his cock. He drew in a deep breath as his hand gently grabbed the back of my head and coaxed me forward. Unable to handle the anticipation, my tongue reached forward to taste him.

  I let out a stuttering breath as the flat of my tongue landed on the tip of his head. His hand clutched at my hair as I swirled it around his tip. My hand grabbed the base of his cock and slowly jerked.

  “That’s it Denise.” He panted with hot breath. His hips slowly lurched forward as his fist knotted tighter at the back of my head, locking me in place. I breathed in deep through my nose as I bobbed my head up and down on the end of his cock. My cheeks hollowed as I sealed my lips around his head and sucked. I felt a tremble run through his body. “Suck on that cock like the dirty girl you are.” He forced my mouth down further.

  Normally the way he was talking to me would have pissed me off. But there was something different about this. I wanted to please him. I wanted to submit to him and feel him tremble and twitch against my tongue. I quickly found my rhythm and bobbed my head up and down and breathed through my nose. I moaned around his cock as his fingers clutched at the back of my head. Without warning, he pushed me even farther down until the head of his cock teasingly poked at the back of my throat.

  I did everything in my power to fight the urge to cough and gag. My eyes watered. He held me there for a moment before letting go of my head and allowing me to pull back. His cock sprang from my hollowed cheeks with a loud POP that filled the room. For the first time since I had been on the stage I heard the moaning of the crowd and the buzzing of the vibrators.

  “You like being submissive for once don’t you?”

  “Yes, Master.” I said, looking up at him like an obedient puppy waiting for its next command.

  “It turns you on, doesn’t it? It makes you wet down there.”

  That’s when I noticed how turned on I was. I felt so wet, the inside of my thighs were slick. As soon as I tried to push a finger inside my pussy the instructor spoke up.

  “No, no, no.” He said, wagging his finger. “You don’t get to touch yourself unless I say so. Is that clear?”

  “Yes.”

  Silence. Then my heart skipped a beat. I had forgotten the dreaded word.

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, Master.” I looked down in shame. I couldn’t believe I had forgotten to add that important detail.

  “And
just when I thought you were getting the hang of things. Get up and bend over on the bench.”

  My heart was racing a million miles per hour. What sort of punishment did he have in mind now? More spanking? He walked over to a small cabinet that was set up next to the Saint Andrew’s Cross and pulled out a wooden paddle. My eyes clenched shut and my hands balled up into tight fists.

  “Remember. Pain can be pleasure. Learn to submit.” With that he pulled back for a swing. My muscles tensed from the anticipation of the hit. I was beyond scared. I wanted to yell ‘stop!’. I wanted to tell him not to do it and run for the door. But I was rooted in my spot—bent over the padded bench with my ass high in the air.

  SMACK!

  The hard paddle knocked me forward. Instantly my ass flared red like a million fire ants had bit me. I clenched my eyes shut and grit my teeth as he pulled away. Just as the pain started to dissipate, he reached forward and pinched my cheek. A slight flutter of pain attacked my skin.

  “Do you like to submit?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Do you want to get fucked?”

  “Yes, Master.” My responses were automatic now. I could feel myself growing wetter between my thighs as I looked forward and watched all the other women through the reflection of the mirror. Some of them were so wrapped up in their own vibrators that they barely noticed what was going on up on the stage, but there were still plenty of them that were watching.

  I rolled my hips against his exploring hand, loving the sensation of his fingertips teasingly probing at the entrance of my pussy. Before I could calm down and enjoy the pain mixing with the pleasure, he reached back and landed another smack on my backside. This time with the open palm of his hand.

  “Shit!” I blurted out as I clutched at the edges of the bench. My whole body shook as I felt the cool air kiss my stinging skin. Then he reached back between my thighs and pressed his fingers inside of me. I sucked in a panting breath as he rubbed his hand against my wetness.