Private Pleasures (2 page)

“Welcome to the Private Pleasures experience. Your counselor will be with you shortly.”

The elevator stopped, and the doors opened to reveal a young man wearing a navy blue suit and tie. He smiled when he saw me.

“Natasha?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He extended his hand. “I’m Michael, your personal counselor.”

“Hi.”

“Let’s go to my office and we can flesh out what sort of fantasy you’re looking for. Can I get you anything to drink?”

“No, I’m fine, thanks.”

He led me down a corridor, which turned into his office that overlooked the city skyline. The carpet was plush and the walls peppered with fancy looking paintings.

“Have a seat and make yourself comfortable,” he said.

I sat, he pulled up another chair, sat beside me and balanced a tablet on his lap.

“Seems as if you’re looking for lots of various sexual scenarios,” he said, tapping the screen twice.

Had I perhaps gone overboard? I didn’t think a person could ever do that where sex was concerned. “I like adventure.”

“You’ve come to the right place for that. So let’s plan out this fantasy with more depth. For example, take the elevator you rode in to get here. Is sex or some sort of sexual adventure in there something that might appeal to you?”

When Joel and I had first met, we’d had sex in an elevator. I didn’t answer for a few seconds, thinking back to that day when he’d lifted my skirt, unzipped his fly and we’d just gone for it.

“Shall I put a yes?” he asked.

Had he seen the smile on my face while I’d been remembering back to how quickly Joel had made me come that day? “Most definitely,” I said.

“Penis size?” Michael asked next.

Joel had certainly been blessed in that department.

“Do you like them small, big, long, medium?” he continued.

Any size would be fine after the sexual drought I’d been through. “Long and big,” I said before chickening out.

“And don’t worry if something isn’t quite right, because we can make tweaks and adjustments. How about orgasms?”

“Oh, yeah, I want those.”

I was shocked how quickly those words slipped over my tongue. My pussy was already pulling and my panties were damp. My breasts were heavy and longed to be touched.

“You’ll get plenty of them, but we need to know if you come quickly or if it takes you a while to reach a climax. We need to set the pace for you.”

“It depends on the situation. Sometimes it’s fast. Like when Joel…he was husband, finger fucked me I’d come almost instantly, other times when he was fucking me with his cock it took a lot longer.”

He tapped on the tablet. “Okay, this helps us start to put together a fantasy for you. The next step is for us to put you actually in a program to see how your body responds.”

“What? Right now?”

He looked at his watch. “In about fifteen minutes you’ll have a sneak preview of a sexual encounter.”

Chapter Four

My counselor had handed me a toweling robe with a pair of flip-flops, and now I sat outside another room, shivering not only because I was naked underneath it, but there was a touch of apprehension on my part. I wasn’t having second thoughts about what was I doing. Joel wanted me to do this so it made it all the more right. What scared me was how my body would react while they created the software to run my fantasy. Would I give myself away? Would they know I was a woman who hadn’t been pleasured in a long time? Even before I became a widow? Would they know I’d been the wife of a guy who could no longer get hard and perform?

I tapped my foot, the rubber shoe slapping against my heel. The noise echoed around the room as I waited for what seemed like forever, but then the door slid open and a young woman in scrubs stood there.

“Hi, Natasha. I’m, Jen, one of the nurses, and I’ll be checking you over before you go into the stimulation chamber.”

“Checking me out?” I asked as I stood.

She put her hand out and encouraged me to go inside the room. “Just to make sure you’re okay. Sometimes everything can become so real people have heart attacks, or don’t know they have high blood pressure. If you’d like to sit here.”

I perched on a stool, and she put a thermometer into my mouth and then rolled up the sleeve of my robe before she proceeded to take my blood pressure.

She typed in the numbers before taking the thermometer out. She glanced at it and typed that number into a computer. “Looks great. Last thing is I need to listen to your heart.” She placed a stethoscope on my chest and looked at her watch. “Everything sounds good. If you’d like to follow me, I’ll take you to the next area.”

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 electrodes 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.”