Private Pleasures (3 page)

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 cock 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.”

Chapter Seven

Pleasure Island. Those two words played in my mind all night. I couldn’t sleep, wondering what was in that program. Naked hunks or even pirates.

I hadn’t slept for more than an hour before taking the first train to Private Pleasures. I was raring to get going soon after they opened for business. I followed the steps that Steve had showed me. Pads on each breast and then lowered myself onto the pleasure stick, as I was now calling it.

I reached for the mask and then wrapped it around my head, leaning over and pushing launch as I relaxed down onto the machine. I wrapped my hand around the lever.

“And how was your trip here?”

I was suddenly warm and relaxed, and tropical trees swayed in the breeze. A man behind a marble reception desk had asked me that question. A suitcase sat by my feet.

“Sort of uneventful, but I’m anxious to get to my room.”

He pulled out a key and then handed it to me. “Down this corridor and to your left. You’re booked in the sensory room at two p.m. It’s through the glass doors by your room.”

Sensory room. I took my bag and headed in the direction he’d told me. I opened the door and went inside. A hot tub sat outside, and I had an ocean view. A gentle breeze blew across the room, passing over my legs and feet. A bottle of champagne sat in an ice bucket on the table. I walked over to it before I poured myself a glass. I wondered what the sensory room was. I looked at my watch. It was already one forty-five p.m.

I drank the champagne. Its bubbles tickled my nose. It relaxed me even more as it slid down my throat. I put the glass down and then went to the bed where I’d placed my case. I opened it. A long, floral dress was on top. I pulled it out, and decided to change into it. It had a halter neck top that I secured and then slipped on the sandals that had been placed beside it in the case.

The clock ticked toward the top of the hour. I didn’t want to be late for my appointment. I headed out of the room and in the direction the man at reception had told me. I didn’t pass another person on my way there. A note hung on the panel of the door.

Sensory room. Please remove your clothing and shoes.

Two to three p.m. is reserved for Natasha MacKenzie. No one else shall enter while the room is being occupied.

I removed my dress, kicked off my shoes and slowly turned the handle. I couldn’t see inside, because the room was dark, but I wasn’t afraid to step in. It was warm. A gentle breeze flowed throughout it, but I couldn’t see anything. I felt my way along the wall, feeling mounds and bumps upon it. The room wasn’t as big as I’d thought, because suddenly I was in a narrow passage way, the other wall pushing me into the one with the mounds upon it. Some were soft, some were hard, and they pressed against me, making me feel good. I rubbed back and forth, letting them scrape over my nipples. I put my hand under each of my breasts and pressed them against the wall as if I instinctively knew what to do in there.

I inched my way along the wall, feeling up and down for more textures. One jutted out farther than the rest so I rubbed my crotch on it for a few seconds until I found the wall grew outcrops as if waiting for me to explore them. I pressed my nipples against the ones higher up and parted my legs, allowing what felt like a rubber cock brush my clit and folds. I thrust myself upon it, swinging my hips forward and back until my juices flowed and dripped down my thighs. I spread my legs some more, pushing harder against the wall so it slipped inside me. I reached up as if I knew two indentions perfect for my hands would be waiting for me.

I dug my fingers into them and rode the wall, allowing the rubber dick to slide deeper and thrill me more with each flick of my hips. My nipples pulled and turned hard as I pushed toward the wall, sensing I was about to hit my G-spot. I cried out and clung to it as if it were my lover.

The wall seemed to melt away, and soon I was being blindfolded. Someone’s hands were upon me.

Ice cream. I smelled ice cream. Strawberry. My favorite. I opened my mouth. A spoon slipped across my tongue, and ice cream dripped from it. I licked it, smelling the berries as I swallowed. Whoever held the spoon dribbled ice cream down my chest, the coldness hitting my nipples and then warmth as someone’s tongue lapped at it over and over again. I felt in front of me, quickly making contact with muscular arms and a taut chest. I slid my hands farther south, which soon met with a hard and large cock.

He brushed his finger over my mouth. I smelled ice cream again. I licked it. This time it tasted sweeter and the scent was stronger. His hand slid down my body, over my crotch, and his fingers parted my labia, quickly finding my opening. He teased it, toyed with it, as he kissed me. I tasted the strawberry ice cream on his lips and then two fingers were inside me. He parted them as I bit his lip and tasted something metallic mixed with the berries.

“Touch my cock,” he whispered.

I lowered my hand and stroked it as he lift it toward me. He slipped it into my channel, and we rode together. Me wrapping my arms around him, and him hugging and grinding his body into mine.

He was an expert at fucking a woman so it didn’t take him long to bring me to climax. He pulled out of me and then took off my blindfold. Before I had a look at him, I was into another part of the room. Candles were lit. The smell of lavender was heavy in the air, reminding me of the garden Joel and I had planted when we’d moved into our first home. Two years before the asteroid struck.

“Come and rest your body,” said a man, offering his hand. My name is Andy.”

I put my hand into his, and he helped me onto the table.

“Just relax and enjoy.”

He tipped oil onto his palms, rubbed them together and proceeded to massage my arms, lifting them into the air and then back down so he could work on my chest. He pulled on my nipples before rolling them between his fingers.