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For me, watching a majority of the women lose all sorts of inhibitions there in the office was like being a young kid in a candy store. Once again at Danny's suggestion we went out and even purchased a wide variety of pleasure devices that we threw in for free for each and every client that expressed any desire to try, or to use one. Many women had never even used a vibrator before, and in some instances, this became the unexpected and unplanned focus of the session.
Sheri Davis was another woman who like Emily had been when we'd first started, simply wanted to have someone watch her masturbate while she did so in front of a giant sized mirror. After discussing it and reviewing her particular fantasy, Emily and I decided to set her up in the Red room. The entire atmosphere of the place was erotically sensual including the red lighting that permeated the room in a deep soft glow that accentuated not only the mood of the individual using it, but the visual sensuality of everything taking place inside.
The room was perfect for what we had in mind for several reasons. One, we slid open the panel revealing a floor-length two way mirror that would allow Sheri to view herself while sitting comfortably on a specially designed chair we had purchased just for the occasion. It was more like a swing actually that allowed her to move almost as though she were weightless, and still have complete and total control over it as she sat inside of it. The floor length mirror would obviously allow her to see herself masturbating while I sat slightly off to one side, watching her, and fulfilling the second part of her particular request.
Danny had a particular naughty little fantasy herself, which we all occasionally tried to accommodate, provided that the clients permission was given. And in this instance, Sheri was very much aware that someone would be sitting on the other side of that mirror, watching her masturbating, and that she would never know whom it had been. Sheri immediately loved the idea, which added even further to her fantasy, in having someone in the room watching, who she could see, and someone else watching, who she could not see.
Sheri had never even used a vibrator before so I was a little surprised when she selected a rather large one. It was a latex flesh colored device that was flexible with several rows of soft little nodules running up and down the sides for additional stimulation. Besides simply vibrating at various speeds as desired by the user, it also rotated simultaneously at variable speeds as well.
Sheri had disrobed in the adjacent changing room and emerged into the Red room wearing one of the soft Terry Cloth robes we had available for our clients. I was already sitting off to one side of the room when she emerged, and though she nervously acknowledged my presence, went immediately to the chair and comfortably settled herself in without so much as a word.
Sheri didn't immediately begin using the toy either. As the soft sensual music played which we piped into the room from specially designed speakers, Sheri slowly began to relax and become comfortable with her surroundings. As I'd hoped, the room seemed to work its magic on her senses so that soon she was beginning to caress her enormous sized breasts, which I had noticed once she'd removed the robe she'd been wearing were a lot bigger in size than even Emily's were.
What I personally liked and enjoyed however was that Sheri was an average, normal looking housewife type of individual. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous by any stretch of the imagination, but she wasn't unattractive either. All her normal little minor flaws seemed to enhance her sensuality, making her a real person, as well as a very erotic looking woman as she sat dangling in her free swinging chair, almost casually and lazily touching herself.
Sitting there watching her I had already begun to stiffen with arousal. But I was also careful not to do anything that was outside of the specified request of the client. As much as I would have liked to have freed my cock and begin stroking it, I refrained from doing so.
I watched as Sheri hefted one of her enormous breasts in her hands and lifted it up towards her mouth where she was easily able to capture the nipple with her lips and begin sucking it. Once she'd accomplished this, finding a satisfactory balance with one hand, she then slipped the other down between her legs and allowed herself to spread her legs apart revealing a very flushed looking split that was already wet and glistening with her moisture.
Sheri looked over towards me needing the assurance that I was still watching her. And though I smiled and nodded my head at her encouragingly I neither spoke nor indicated to her in any other way my own ever-growing arousal.
I could only imagine what was happening on the other side of that mirror. I was positive of course, knowing Danny as I did that she was likewise furiously masturbating herself. Emily was no doubt sitting in my office watching all of us on the remote cameras and probably entertaining her own streaming pussy as well.
Sheri finally picked up the enormous vibrator she had chosen and turned it on to the lowest setting. She began to ease the monster into her cunt, doing so slowly that she had time to get used to the intrusion and allow her pussy to lubricate and begin to react to the vibrating monster. She had been quiet up until this point, but now I began to hear not only the soft murmured pleasures she was giving herself, but could also faintly hear the wet noisy lubrications that she was making as the liquid from her pussy began coating and bathing the fuck-toy she was using. I watched as she would fully impale her self with the device, and allow a moment's pause while the rotating, vibrating prick pleasured the deepest most intimate recess of her cunt. She would then ease the vibrator out slowly, once again looking over towards me and expecting some sort of reaction, which I gave her in my own obvious facial pleasure at seeing her playing with herself.
"Doctor," Sheri began, pausing as if wondering what she really should call me.
"Erotic," I finished saying for her, and she smiled with a look that was a mixture of pleasure as well as embarrassment.
"Doctor Erotic, will you play with yourself so I can watch you, while you're watching me too?" She asked shyly
"I'd be happy too," I responded to her truthfully. "Would you like it if I moved closer to you?" I added.
"Oh yes...please. Right in front of me so I can see myself, and you at the same time!"
I quickly discarded the few clothes I was wearing and then moved my chair over to place it slightly off to one side, but still directly in front of her so that she would have a clear picture of us both.
My cock was as hard as it had ever been and was throbbing with the need to be played with and pleasured. Seeing me finally begin to stroke my cock and massage the head, Sheri's hand began shoving the vibrator inside herself with piston-like strokes that brought about an almost painful expression to her face, but one in which I knew to be an agonized ecstasy that was borderline sadistic in nature.
Sheri pummeled her pussy with the toy fast and furiously, often taking both of her hands to ensure that it was rammed home with sufficient force to produce the kind of pleasured-pain that she had hoped for.
A white frothy foam began to appear and coat the surface of her labia. I watched with unbridled fascination as it adhered to the toy, coating it in a white shimmering luminescence that took on a degree of bizarre beauty under the dark red lights of the room.
Every room had been soundproofed in order to protect our client's privacy and pleasure. Even so, this shy quiet reserved woman began screaming out her pleasure to the point that I began to wonder if Danny was beginning to hear her through the other side of the mirror. Hearing this woman moaning and grunting her pleasure had been one thing, but now she began to express her sensations even more vocally with words that I knew were apart of the recessed animalistic desires we all had.
"See me fuck my cunt?" Sheri screamed.
"Can you hear my fucking pussy as I'm fucking it?" She continued to cry out, taunting me with her vulgarity, and seeing by my reaction to it as I now began to match her cries of pleasure with my own.
"Fuck that pussy you cunt!" I shouted at her.
"Stick that mother-fucking, cunt-fucking, vibrating prick inside that hot wet pussy!" I demanded.
Sheri's expression was pure bliss as she heard, did and looked at me with a vulnerability that said her orgasm was already tearing her apart. With one last final shove of the toy as deeply as she could get it, she hunched over in the swing, holding it there and allowing it to do all the work, taking her over the edge where her orgasm consumed her, causing her body to shake involuntarily as she rode one orgasmic explosion after another.
My own prick was an eruption of thankful release as geysers of sperm shot from the tip of my prick, many of which landed on her. It had the unexpected result of making her aware of my own timely climax, and she began gathering the goblets and pools of cum that began running down the side of her thighs and across her heavy hanging breasts.
Sheri removed the vibrator, flinging it off to one side where it bounced against the wall, landing on the floor where it began a macabre dance of it's own, still vibrating, still rotating, and spinning about wildly.
Neither of us took much notice of it however. Sheri was searching her body for every trace of cum that had spilled down on her and began using my essence to apply it to her sensitive nipples, and breasts, massaging it into her skin like a fiery hot lotion.
I stood up, continuing to milk my cock, and though I had quit ejaculating at this point, a thick gooey ribbon of sperm drooled from the tip of my cock and began to run down the side of my still swollen shaft. Walking towards her, she reached out taking a hold of my prick and placed it greedily between her legs where she could wipe off the excess spunk that remained, using it to caress her exposed clit and pussy lips with.
I watched as she shuddered one last time, a final mini-orgasm that she had brought about by the use of her hand on my cock against her now almost too sensitive to touch clitoris.
Slowly I moved away from her and made my way back to the chair where I allowed her as much time as she needed to gather her self back together again. As quietly as I could, I redressed and waited for her to compose herself a little more fully before speaking.
"I hope that was what you had in mind Sheri," I questioned.
The smile on her face was indescribable, and she looked at me with that same almost innocent, but very much satisfied look that I had seen on her the day of her initial interview. It was obvious that she had achieved the penultimate satisfaction possible and had gone beyond her wildest expectations in experiencing her pleasure.
I quickly excused myself, allowing Sheri to have a moment alone and informing her that she was free to take whatever amount of time she needed to recover and dress. I then left the room and nearly ran into Danny who was already turning the corner of the hallway heading in my direction.
Danny's face was still flushed from her obvious orgasm, and I noticed simultaneously that she hadn't as yet even bothered to redo the buttons on her blouse. Her small firm breasts were clearly exposed and her reddened nipples looked almost sore from the self- stimulation she'd been giving them.
"Fuck me you bastard!" Danny screamed at me in the hallway. "Fuck me right now!"
Throwing her against the wall, turning her, I thrust into her from behind and raped her pussy with several powerful strokes until we were both climaxing all over again in a frenzied passion that neither one of us had expected to occur so quickly after what we had so recently gone through, though separately together.
Disheveled, sweaty, sticky, we made our way down the hallway back towards my office where each of us expected to find Emily in a similar state of satisfied exhaustion. And we weren't disappointed when we opened the door to my office and stepped inside either.
Emily had collapsed onto the couch, one of the chairs had been turned over and a sheath of papers had been wildly strewn to the floor. Her dark hair was matted to her face and she was only then breathing in a more normal fashion.
"Was that fucking wild or what?" She said looking at the two of us. And all Danny and I could do was laugh, agreeing with her and seeing in Emily the way that the two of us must have appeared to her.
We had agreed at the onset that unless someone's fantasy resulted in serious bodily harm to him or her selves or someone else, that we all had to be open minded enough to entertain anyone's particular fantasy or fetish. Otherwise our reputation would suffer and eventually word would get out that we weren't what we were advertising to be. Every request and application was scrutinized of course, but never under the premise that something was too quirky or too kinky for us to consider or try and make happen in the event it was within our capabilities to do so.
So it was when Roger Adams first came to us. His particular fantasy was actually pretty simple, but as the three of us discussed and reviewed his fantasy requests, we couldn't help but get a chuckle out of it. Now not everyone's personal fantasies are complex or so involved that they prove too difficult. A few, like Rogers were almost too simplistic and a bit weird or bizarre. But that didn't preclude us from considering his request no matter how strange we might have felt that it was. And as we all eventually learned, sometimes even the little ones, or the stranger ones can prove to be just as erotic as anyone else's.
After our initial meeting and getting back the results of our background check, we set up an appointment with Roger to discuss in a little more detail just what it was that he wanted, and how we...if in fact we could, help him to satisfy his particular fantasy and desire. I'd already read through his file, several times. At first, his simple request seemed a little too weird in a way. But as I spoke with Emily and Danny, they both reminded me of our original commitment.
Roger was a young college student who came from a very wealthy family. He was tall, around six foot two, or six foot three. Well built, muscular, he was attending school on a college scholarship for football. Initially Roger was hesitant to openly discuss his particular fetish. But after that first session, I believe that Emily and I put him at ease so that he was able to comfortably discuss the possibilities with us. Emily took copious notes and I could tell by her enthusiasm that she already had a specific room in mind and was already thinking about where to go to obtain the specific materials that would be needed.
The night before Rogers scheduled appointment, Emily and Danny worked feverishly to prepare the room she had decided on. Even I had no idea what they were up to, as she wanted it to be a surprise to me as much as she hoped that it would be for Roger.
Additionally, Roger had booked two full hours, and though I couldn't for the life of me see how this particular fantasy could be stretched into that amount of time, I was more than willing to accommodate whatever request he had, especially as he was certainly paying for it.
Shortly before Roger's arrival, Emily and Danny took me down to the white room as we called it, the room that Emily had been considering turning into a medical looking doctor's office. We had in fact received a number of requests for just such an environment, so I'd already given Emily the go ahead to purchase the necessary furniture and equipment to make it look functional. Luckily for us, she hadn't got around to quite doing that yet.
It was the smallest room of them all too. Just about the same size a normal Doctor's examination room might look like. But it was certainly big enough and perfect enough for our purposes.
Walking into the room, I immediately saw what they had been working on the night before. There on one of the stark white walls was a giant bulls-eye target measuring some five feet across. In the middle of it, right where the dark center of the bulls-eye would have been, were various cutouts of women's breasts, all shapes, all sizes and all colors. Nothing else, just lots and lots of tits that they had pain-stakingly cut out and glued to the center of the target, complete with numbers for points scored.
On the floor heading away from the wall was a carefully measured and painted line in feet and inches. But in addition to that, were a tape measure and a box of black felt marking pens.
"You're sure this is exactly what he wanted?" I asked.
"To the letter!" Danny chimed in gleefully.
"O.K. then. This one's yours," I told Emily. "I'll meet with him briefly to finalize the terms and conditions, and then I will have you come in and bring him down here to the room when we're done. If he's satisfied with everything we've arranged for him, then the clock starts."
Soon after Roger arrived and we'd had a chance to chat briefly, I handed him off to Emily and Danny and I sat back to watch the fantasy unveil before us. Roger had already consented to our videotaping and watching him from concealed cameras in the room. Having signed off on the waiver, Danny and I both settled back with a fair degree of curiosity to what we were about to witness. Emily had also supplied Roger with a comfortable chair to sit in, a stack of porno books on a nearby end table, along with an unopened bottle of Tequila, glass, and a fresh unopened tube of KY Jelly.
Once she had Roger's assurance that everything was exactly the way he'd imagined it and wanted it, she left the room. Already I could imagine her running like the wind to hurriedly join us before Roger got too far along in his fantasy. There wasn't really any need for her rush however, as once Roger had completely disrobed and settled down into his chair, he spent a lengthy period of time simply drinking his Tequila a shot at a time, and thumbing through the stack of books.
Again, if he hadn't already paid for the two hours I would have thought that perhaps all this was one gigantic put on and possibly some sort of Fraternity prank. But even I had noticed Roger's erection slowly rising as he continued scanning through the various books and photo's, particularly the one's that Danny had suggested that had names such as "Big Gazanga's" and "Giant tit fuckers".
Since we'd opened the doors for business, I had seen a wide variety of all shapes and sizes of cocks. Some of which were pretty good sized. But none of those compared to the size of this one as it continually grew becoming larger and larger.
"Fuck me!" Emily exclaimed as we all sat glued to the TV set watching this mammoth monster getting harder and harder.
"No wonder the poor kid's never been with a woman before! No woman in her right mind would ever have him!"
For once, I had to agree with her. Roger had told us in the personal section of his application that he was still a virgin at twenty-five. But he'd not indicated the reason why for this, nor did we feel it necessary at the time to pursue this particular line of questioning.
As Roger's cock slowly began to stiffen and become somewhat firmer and harder, it was clearly evident that as big as he was, it would be virtually impossible to stuff all that inside any woman's pussy.
When it was evident that Roger was as big and hard as he was going to be under the circumstances, he stood up and briefly scanned the room looking for the cameras. We'd concealed them however, not wanting any of the operational cameras to ever be a distraction to our clients. Thankfully he gave up looking for them and proceeded to continue stroking his monster penis.
The books obviously were meant to stimulate and arouse him, and good ole Danny had hit it right on the mark when she'd provided Roger with a selection of big tit books! It was clear early on that these were his favorites as soon after he settled in and began playing with himself once he'd found a couple he enjoyed looking at.
We all sat watching Roger stroking himself off until it was obvious that he was nearing his orgasm. As he stood up from the chair and moved over to the line that Emily and Danny had painted on the floor, I found myself curious as to just where he planned on standing, knowing full well at this point what it was he was going to do, though the why of it still escaped me.
To my surprise, he didn't stand as far away as I might have imagined he would, but did in fact appear to stand a lot closer than even I would have had I been engaging in this particular little fantasy.
Roger was now stroking himself alternating both hands as he did. He was so fucking big however; he had to in order to even jerk himself off. We all saw the beginning of his orgasm, the slight bend in his knee, the tight clench of his buttocks as though preparing himself to launch whatever load his balls were about to produce. And then, like from some scene right out of an x-rated cartoon, Roger held still momentarily as the cum cream slid up the shaft of his cock. As we'd thought, his ass clenching seemed to coincide with his first release and then humongous ropes of sperm began shooting from the tip of his prick.
Jettison after jettison of thick milky white fluid exploded from his prick. Roger was holding onto his cock much like a fireman holding on to his hose. In some cases he appeared to be purposely aiming his cum-shots directly at the center of the bulls-eye. For others, it didn't seem that he was aiming at the photo's as much as he was trying to see just how far up the target he could try and splatter his fluids.
Then, as quickly as he'd begun, it was over. We watched as Roger then picked up one of the black felt-tip pens and walked over to the target. He began circling cum splatters, though not all. Only those of which he'd specifically designated perhaps as being worth anything. Having done that, Roger totaled his score and wrote down the number on a score sheet that Emily had tacked up on the wall near the bulls-eye.
A short time later, we all met Roger out in the foyer of the offices.
"Same time?" He said.
"Same place!" Emily responded.
"See ya tomorrow then!" Roger said and happily exited the office.
"O.K., that was a LITTLE strange, you've got to admit." I said wonderingly.
"A little strange perhaps yes." Emily agreed. "But you know...it was still pretty fucking erotic too!"
Later than evening after hours, and while Danny and Emily were busily filing forms, straightening up the office in preparation for going home, I found myself strolling down the hallway and stopped directly in front of the door leading into the White room.
Slipping inside, I turned on the lights and quickly walked over to the target and examined it briefly. Roger had circled a number of spots, some of which had easily covered the women's breasts in the photo's, and others, which he'd circled that appeared to have hit the outer rings. Once I'd quickly determined his scoring system, I was about to leave when the weirdest sensation came over me. Checking the hall quickly as I was feeling just a little silly about this, I ducked back into the room and immediately began jacking off, though placing myself a good foot further away from the wall than Roger had.
As my own orgasm began arching out towards the wall, I too attempted to aim my spurting's in much the same manner that Roger had. Several hit center of the bulls-eye as well, and then I attempted to reach the mark at the distance I'd chosen to see if I could match Rogers. There was by this time no contest. Roger had easily reached far higher than I did, and with far less volume there was no point in my continuing this silly game any longer.
"So? What'd you score?" I heard Emily's voice saying from behind, and then to make matters worse, I heard Danny's voice too as she snickered somewhere behind Emily.
"Yeah...we saw you on the T.V. Emily said that she thought you'd eventually come down here and try this," she said still laughing.
Though somewhat embarrassed, I put my now limp cock back inside my pants.
"Research!" I lamely offered up. "I thought it might be important to better understand what it was Roger was feeling or sensing when he was doing this."
"Ah huh, so what WAS your score anyway?" She asked once again.
"Not nearly as good as his was," I finally relented in a soft whispering tone of voice.
Day after day, Roger came into the office and repeated the same scenario, the only variation being his occasionally adjusting his stance or distance to and from the target. Each day he would cum, take note of his accomplishments and scoring, post the results on his tote board, and leave.
Towards the end of our agreed upon contract as the end of the second week drew near, it was obvious that Roger wasn't nearly as satisfied as he'd appeared to have been after the first few days. Under the circumstances I felt it was important then to question him about it and perhaps, if possible, even offer up some advise or a suggestion.
As we sat in my office sharing his favorite drink...Tequila, I finally screwed up enough courage to ask him why he appeared to be less than happy with the results he'd been monitoring all week long.
"Well Doc," he began, and for some reason I enjoyed hearing him call me that. "You're probably going to find this a little weird."
"Roger, believe you me, having been in this business for as long as I have now, I don't really find too much of anything all that weird or unbelievable anymore."
That comment seemed to give him some assurance anyway, and he sat up straighter in his chair as he began to tell me the story.
