Incest/Taboo Self Pleasures

Darlene had just seen Amanda's explosive discharge. She had watched as this magnificent woman's cunt sprayed thick streamers of female cum-cream, many of which had actually landed on Steven's still hard thick cock. She'd also enjoyed his eruption, though she always did. Watching his prick squirting high into the air as ejaculation after ejaculation flew from the head of his prick was always a delightful treat for her. Adding to the excitement of her vibrating egg, Darlene had begun manipulating her clitoris with her fingers. She'd nearly achieved orgasm when she'd turned, watching Silvia's face as she cried out with her own obvious enjoyment. Glancing quickly at now a third monitor...Brad was just throwing a nice thick rope of his own. His pleasured face thrown back, his thick massive prick blossoming with copious amounts of sperm, which ran thickly down the sides of his shaft, coating his swollen tight balls.

"Excuse me....do you have any available rooms?" The strange voice asked.

"I'll be right with you," Darlene responded. "I'm just about to cum...she said smiling."

Obviously, it had been our very best day. And...we already had two bookings for the following day. Added to that, Silvia's husband Harold had called first thing in the morning. He'd most certainly enjoyed his present, calling the moment we'd opened giving us a third confirmed appointment.

"You know Steven, if this keeps up, we're going to have to think about hiring on additional staff."

"Yeah...I know. I've been thinking about that. I'm considering posting a small add in the paper. I think we can initially keep the salary low. With the obvious fringe benefits, I think it's entirely possible to hire on a younger man...and woman to fill that particular niche for those that would enjoy that."

"You're going to need to be careful in your screening. That...and make sure they are well aware of what's going to be expected of them," Darlene told me.

I was grinning from ear to ear.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

"Oh...nothing really. Just wondering how I really am going to conduct the interviews. I think I'll tell them that they have to masturbate in front of me first before we can even consider them for the job."

"Leave it up to you to find a way to turn hiring into another naughty experience," my wife told me.

"Well...I'll let you interview the male applicants," I offered.

And then Darlene was grinning just as broadly as I had been.

Harold had booked his appointment bright and early. We opened at ten, finding Harold already waiting for us when we arrived.

Without speaking hardly a word, Darlene led him into our smallest room, leaving him to his own devices.

"He's a strange one," she stated upon her return.

I'd already turned on the monitor just because of that very reason. But Harold, as strange as he was, or seemed, was happily content to sit comfortably within his chair thumbing through several magazines while lazily stroking his cock. I'd actually been waiting for it to harden when I realized it was.

"He's got to have the smallest dick I've ever seen," I commented.

Darlene leaned over my shoulder to have a look for her self. "I think it's cute."

"You can't be serious!" I said laughing.

Darlene shot me a look, which told me she was.

"No wonder he and Silva never fuck...it's not big enough to even get it in!" I continued.

"That may be...but you could certainly deep-throat that one. And I'm willing to bet, he'd really enjoy that!"

Darlene was good at giving head. Really good. "That's not one of the services we offer here," I reminded her, receiving another look.

"I know that...I was just commenting on the fact that regardless of how small his prick is, it would still be interesting to play with."

Harold continued fondling his small cock. At times, it completely disappeared inside his meaty looking hands, but he'd obviously had plenty of practice and experience pleasuring himself. Long before his twenty minutes were up, Harold had climaxed. He'd dressed, actually straightening the magazine's he'd been looking through before coming back out into the lobby area.

After Harold had settled up his small bill, he asked, "Silvia mentioned that you have a viewing room where you can watch people."

"We do," I told him. "But only with the clients consent."

Harold stood there giving that some thought momentarily. "Tell you what, I have a proposal for you," he began. "Anyone coming in here today, you tell them at if they allow someone to watch them anonymously, that I'll pay for their session. On top of that, I'll pay you double the cost of the room I'm using."

I turned to look at Darlene. "I guess we could mention it to anyone coming in today." I said lamely.

"We could," she said grinning. "But we don't even have another scheduled appointment until later on this afternoon."

Harold looked at Darlene. "I'd enjoy watching you," he told her. "If you're interested that is. And as I said, I'll even pay for the use of whichever room you choose to do it in."

"Ok. Why not?" she said, surprising me in the process. "It's not like you can't handle things up here." Darlene said with a gleam in her eye, meaning something else entirely as she stared down towards my crotch. "And besides, I've been dying to use that new contraption you ordered that we've only recently installed."

Fact was, there were a lot of new, self-pleasuring devices out there in the market. Many of which I couldn't as yet afford to purchase. But we had invested in one of them, and I had hopes that it would eventually do well with many of our female clientele once they discovered what it could do for them. Darlene and I had even discussed doing a promotional video, showing her riding the damn thing with the hopes of sparking some interest for those women who were curious about such a thing. She wasn't sure that she wanted to have it playing on one of the TV's in the lobby all day long though, so we'd tentatively shelved that idea.

I told Harold I'd make the offer to anyone who came in. If we received written permission, I would pipe in the closed circuit feed into his room. I told Harold how he could split-screen his monitor, watching several rooms at one time if he wished. Which he did. Though at the moment of course, Darlene was his only available viewing pleasure.

Harold happily sequestered himself away inside the viewing room while Darlene headed off to the "Toy" chamber as we called it. Minutes later, I was watching her having already undressed, from my monitor in the lobby, knowing that Harold was also watching the same thing I was from his room. Our investment was an interesting combination of various things. In a way, it looked a little like one of those mechanical bull rides, except with handlebars. Mounting it in much the same way, there was one special added feature. A perfectly positioned dildo was mounted directly within the seat. Taking a moment to comfortably impale herself, Darlene then gripped the handlebars. As though riding a bike now, she had access to several controls by merely flipping one or two switches, as well as increasing or decreasing the speed and motion of the contraption by simply twisting the handles, much like you would do on some motorbikes.

Unlike a mechanical bull ride, this one wasn't intended to buck you off, though it did rock back and forth as fast or as slow as you liked, vibrating simultaneously, again at whatever speed or intensity that you preferred.

Even the dildo in the seat was designed to operate independently. Flipping a few switches, it could retract, thus "stroking" in and out as well as "wobbling" as Darlene called it...and vibrate independently at a different speed from that of the rocking saddle she was sitting in.

"God Steven! This is fucking amazing!" Darlene spoke, knowing that I could easily hear her through the speakers within the room.

I wondered if Harold was enjoying this half as much as I was.

It was obvious that Darlene was truly enjoying herself. As she experimented with the various options, she'd finally settled for what appeared to be a much slower rocking by the horse, though the dildo itself appeared to be set at a rather steady stroking, though again, certainly not at the fastest speed possible. So engrossed in watching my wife fuck-riding the "beast" as it was called, that I hadn't noticed for a moment the two young men who had entered.

When I finally did notice them, one was fidgeting with one of our brochures, thumbing through it all the while whispering to his companion. They weren't what you'd call stereotypically "gay" in appearance, but I assumed from their demeanor with one another that perhaps they were.

"Are you interested in one of our rooms?" I asked, having given them both ample time to peruse through the "menu".

They had seemed to settle on the Shower facility, which is when I then made mention of Harold's most generous offer. He'd indicated previously that it mattered not whether anyone was male, female...gay, straight or lesbian. His offer was for anyone who was willing to let him watch them.

Surprised by the offer perhaps, they readily accepted the terms however. Both seemingly excited by the prospect of an unknown stranger observing them.

"Is it ok if I make a phone call?" The taller of the two of them asked. "We have some friends who might enjoy participating with us," he told me.

I didn't want to take advantage of Harold's offer, so I told them I'd have to double check with him first as to how far, and to what extent he was willing to continue paying for whatever activities were to occur here. Harold however told me simply that it mattered not...who, how many, or what was asked or requested for...he was still willing to pay for the entire experience completely, regardless of the costs.

Once again assured of his request, as well as holding onto and confirming his ability to pay with his credit card, I told our two newest clients that they could invite as many people as they wanted to. I also reminded them both that this was strictly a "solo" masturbation facility, with the laws being what they were, there could be no touching amongst one another, or they'd be immediately asked to leave. Having accepted that, he made a phone call, and a short time later, we basically had a full house for the first time since we'd opened. Surprisingly, it wasn't just a bunch of guys they had called either, much to my delight.

Reluctantly, I had to pry my wife's ass off the beast. The fact she had already had several orgasms, was beside the point. We were about to be descended upon by a horde of potential future customers. By the time Darlene had made herself presentable again, joining me in the lobby area, the first of Bobby and Glen's new friends had begun arriving.

I'd been a little surprised to see three lesbians with them, but it was made quickly clear that they'd be segregated from amongst one another. As the group of men headed off towards the Showers, Darlene showed two of the women our available rooms, not too surprised when they informed her that they wanted to experience 'The beast'. After giving them some basic instructions, she returned to the lobby where I was till chatting with one of the women who had remained behind.

Things had suddenly gotten pretty hectic. Along with Bobby and his friends, the two women trying on the beast, we'd also gotten two other walk-ins, a single male, as well as a young couple who'd discovered our add, and who had come on their lunch hour to have a little fun together.

"Looks like you guys could use some help."

She had introduced herself to me as RayAnn, explaining when she had, that she'd only come along for the "ride", curious to be sure, but not apart of her friends little adventure. Though very good friends with them, it was the two of them that shared an intimate relationship. Not the three of them together.

"Yeah...we could." I said half-jokingly. "Why? You interested?"

When it became obvious that she really was serious about it, I then warned her of what some of the aspects of her working here might entail. That and the fact, the hourly wages would be the minimum, though she could keep any and all "tips" that she might somehow manage to earn.

"Still interested?" I'd asked.

She seemed to be considering it when Darlene returned.

"Sure. Why not. It might prove interesting working here." RayAnn said eyeing my wife.

"Well Darlene, looks like we got that extra help we were talking about." I informed her.

"Oh?" Darlene said looking at me. "I take it you got to interview her about the position?" she said, winking slyly.

"Well...not exactly the way we discussed it no...but I did explain to her the sort of things that would be required...and, she's agreed to them," I said excitedly.

As we still had an afternoon appointment booked, with a room specifically reserved, it was nice having RayAnn available to ensure that everything was made ready for them. Darlene had headed off to gather up plenty of clean towels for the "boys" in the shower, leaving me to monitor everyone else, as well as manning the lobby in the event anyone else came in.

I had checked briefly with Harold, who was in seventh heaven as he wildly flipped back and forth between all the various activities going on. Supplying him with plenty of tissues, along with a fresh bottle of baby-oil, I'd returned to the lobby where Darlene soon joined me after delivering quite an armload of towels to the boys in the shower area.

Once again watching them over my shoulder, I realized just how exciting it was for my wife to see so many men standing around playing with themselves. As there were six in all, even I had to admit that it was quite a sight to see six differing sizes and shapes of dick's being stroked and fondled by their owners.

"Oh...look at Bobby there!" Darlene pointed out to me. "He's laying in the body chair!"

Bobby certainly seemed to be enjoying himself all right. He'd adjusted the spray of the water much to his delight. As the semi-strong stream shot from one of the faucets within the wall, Darlene and I sat there watching his prick bouncing back and forth beneath the pulsating beat of the water. Another one of his friends sat on the edge of the chair simply watching him while he lay there enjoying it. And of course, stroking his cock while doing so.

Everyone had found something of self-stimulating pleasure to enjoy. One of which hadn't really occurred to me until I saw it being done. But one of the guys had placed his prick inside one of the concaves within the wall where Darlene and I had seen Silvia place her breasts for the water massage on them the previous day.

"You know...I'd never even considered that," I told her honestly. "I might have to try that myself."

Darlene giggled excitedly. "Even crazier...one of the boys told me that he'd like to try the beast himself, and would have if the girls hadn't already selected that particular room!"

Having mentioned the girls, I switched the monitor to have a look see at how they were doing. To my surprise, they had both mounted the beast though only one was actually situated in the saddle as it were. The other was happily riding behind her, simply enjoying the vibrating seat as she wrapped her arms around her lover, hanging on, and enjoying the very pleasurable ride. For me, watching their young perky breasts being jostled about was quite erotic. I loved seeing that anyway, which Darlene fully well knew. Something about bouncing boobs always did give me an additional added thrill while watching a woman pleasure herself.

"How's our single customer in the solo room doing?" Darlene asked.

Glancing down at the monitor, it took me a moment to comprehend what it was that I was actually seeing. "I've got to put this one up on the main screen for you," I told my wife. "You're never going to believe this!"

Seconds later, I'd switched screens for her. Much easier to see now, Darlene gasped as our single guy came into view. Naked...sitting within the easy chair obviously watching a movie, he had placed a rather large sized vibrator inside his ass. And though interesting, it hadn't been the purpose of pointing him out to her either. This guy had an enormous cock! It was by far the largest one I'd ever seen before, and that included a number of good-sized cocks that I'd seen in many X-rated videos. This guy was huge! And I watched, admittedly fascinated myself as he sat there, double fisting...double hand stroking that incredible monster of a cock.

"You sure he didn't request a female presence to sit and watch him?" Darlene said drooling over my shoulder. "I'd do that for free!" she offered.

"I'm sure you would," I responded. "But no...he was very, very specific about wanting a room all to himself."

Settling herself in the chair next to me, Darlene took turns watching Big Dick as well as the Shower Boys. I on the other hand focused my primary attention on the Easy Riders who were still riding the fuck-bike together along with the young couple who I only now began paying any real attention to.

The whole purpose behind this business adventure had been born on the premise that I enjoyed seeing a woman masturbating in the first place. I'd constantly coaxed Darlene into masturbating for me, as well as the rare, but occasional girl friend whom she'd managed to convince in doing so for me every once in a while.

As I turned away from the two girls on the bike, I suddenly found myself glued to the young couple as I now began watching them.

I had entirely mirrored one small corner of this particular room. The ceiling, walls, even the floor was mirrored, giving this one little corner a very special uniqueness. Delighted, I was glad to see the young woman approach it, kneeling down on the floor as her husband stood off to one side above her.

I'm not sure that a lot of women have even experienced this amazing little adventure. I've often thought it ironic that we can make love to ourselves...enjoy it, and for the most part, do it with our eyes closed. And I don't mean in simply fantasizing either. Seeing Melinda, as I recalled her name, kneeling down over the mirror, spreading herself with her hands while her husband stood above her, watching, was extremely erotic.

"Oh baby...you have the sweetest looking pussy!" I heard her husband telling her. Almost hypnotically so, Melinda tentatively stroked herself, as though doing it for the very first time. Which in a sense, she was. Obviously she had never really taken the time to explore herself in quite this way before. And as I watched, by the look and expression on her face, she was really enjoying the sensation. To see her probing, pulling her labia apart with her fingers, almost daintily so...was truly an amazing experience to watch.

Harold had been having the best time of his life. If it hadn't been for the near-empty bottle of baby oil, he'd have rubbed himself raw a long time ago. He'd already had more orgasms than he'd ever had in one sitting, to the point that his poor little prick was no longer manufacturing any jisim, which was just as well as he was now out of tissues anyway.

He'd been following everything, as well as it was possible for him to do anyway. He didn't know there names, but when Bobby and his friends had formed up in what could only be described as a good old fashioned circle-jerk, he'd blown the screen up so that he could watch that with as much clarity and attention to detail as it was possible for him to do. He'd remembered doing that as a young kid himself, so it had been a good number of years since he'd experienced such a thing, now sitting there, watching as a group of much older men/boys were about to share in the same experience as he had. One by one it seemed, each reached their respective pleasures, somehow triggering another to climax, enjoying his. Harold watched as pricks erupted in various states, forms of climatic ejaculations. Some arching high into the air, others...dribbling in thick copious splurges of white sticky seminal fluids. It mattered not to him which type they were, they were all interesting, exciting in their own unique styles and ways.

"God Steven! Would you look at this? I've never seen anything like it!"

I'd been watching Melinda as she knelt over the mirror masturbating. Her husband had been doing the same thing, though from her perspective, she was able to stare down into the mirror, watching him as well.

"I'm watching something pretty intense myself." Still unwilling to look away from the scene I was enjoying.

"Maybe...but you really do need to see this," Darlene demanded from me.

With a resigned sigh, I change the channel on my monitor, bringing up the same room that Darlene was looking into. And I had to admit...she was right. It was quite a sight as Mr. Big Dick came into focus.

"Holy fucking shit!" I exclaimed in surprise. "Damn Darlene...you were right!"

"Told you!" she said grinning, near laughing.

Big Dick was obviously nearing the throes of orgasm. His face was bright red as he strained with the obvious pleasure of his rapidly approaching release. But it wasn't his red faced look that Darlene and I were caught up in...but rather his almost purplish cock which was about as angry looking as I'd ever seen one to be. More importantly...it was what he was doing to it, and how he was doing it that took me by surprise.

Having been in the service, I'd certainly been taught how to start a fire by rapidly running a long sturdy stick within my hands, the point of which, by friction within another stick would hopefully, eventually, ignite whatever kindling there was. Big Dick was rapidly working both hands, one on either side of his dick, up and down, up and down, faster than I would have thought humanly possible. If he'd not been using some type of lubrication, which I'm sure that he must have been...he'd have rubbed off whatever skin he had left a long time ago.

"Have you ever tried doing that?" Darlene asked me.

"No...never. And I'm not sure I'd even be willing to try that now...even after seeing him doing it," I admitted to her.

Darlene and I watched as the head of this guy's penis suddenly swelled to the size of a small fist. When it did, he quit doing his fire trick and began jackhammering his cock with both hands simultaneously.

"Oh my god! He's gonna blow!" Darlene actually yelled.

And just as she said that, he did. I'd always thought that I could unleash a pretty good wad whenever I'd worked up enough excitement. But even my best ever was nothing in comparison to the way this guy threw a thick rope of spunk from the end of his prick when he came.

"Fuck me!" I said, not even realizing I had spoken the words.

I'd just about decided to change his name from Mr. Big Dick to Mr. Big fucking cum! I for one had never seen anything like it before. This guy was shooting more spunk with each ejaculation than I'd manage to produce in an entire week! And even more amazing to both of us...was that he was purposely aiming, and nearly perfectly capturing each and every one of those streamers within his own mouth!

When the big show was finally over, which had taken considerably longer than I'd have been able to do, I finally returned to see how the two girls were doing. It had been a while since I'd checked on them.

"Isn't that RayAnn?" I asked.

She had been gone a while. In all the excitement, I'd more or less lost track of her. In the monitor, we could see where she had entered the changing room. Around the corner the two girls were still riding the beast, though by this time they had exchanged places. Totally unaware of RayAnn's presence, she stood peering around the corner watching them. But more importantly, while she stood there, it was very obvious that she had her hand down the front of her pants, masturbating.

"I think she'd do rather nicely," Darlene told me grinning.

"I think she'd doing rather well now."

RayAnn was intent on having an orgasm while spying on her two friends. Just by the expression on her face, it was evident how turned on, and aroused she really was.

"This really has been an incredible day hasn't it? Not only have we made a considerable amount of money today, but I'm so fucking horny I could climb the walls!"

Darlene giggled. "Well before you take that cock of yours out of your pants, you might want to remember we still have another scheduled appointment that should be here any moment now."

I'd almost forgotten. "Oh yeah...that guy and his wife."

"And his friend who he wants to have watching her, without her knowing who it is."

"Guess I'd better let Harold know we're going to need his room soon then huh?"

"I'll do it." Darlene said standing. "You take care of the girls...looks like they're all done."

Turning back towards the monitor, RayAnn had disappeared. I frowned, realizing I'd somehow missed her orgasm. I watched as the two sweet lesbians' finished dressing then switched off their monitor. At that moment, Harold approached the desk still grinning from ear to ear.

"This has been an incredible day for me. Worth every penny of every moment!" he added happily.

Harold wasn't even considered with the size of the bill, or the numerous charges on it for all the various services and activities that had taken place. He glanced at it briefly, then simply signed it.

"How about next Thursday?" he asked me. "Same thing?"

"Sure...why not?" I told him. We had made a bundle of money. And when the word got out, which I was sure that it would...it was a great draw for bringing in a lot of potential customers.

By days end, only Darlene, RayAnn and myself remained. I'd given RayAnn a substantial days bonus for her help, that and sticking around to help us clean up the place prior to opening for business the next day.

"Anyone interested in a private little party of our own?"

I was still horny, extremely so. With everything that had been going on, I'd been too busy to really do anything about it.

"What you have in mind?" RayAnn asked curiously.

"I thought it might be nice to end our day in the showers," I suggested lustily.

Darlene pulled her tank top up and over her head. "I'm up for that," she smiled, winking at RayAnn. "Care to join us?"

RayAnn followed Darlene down the hall towards the showers with me following the two of them.

"Ah....ok if I ask a question?" RayAnn asked as she peeled off the rest of her clothing once we'd all reached the dressing room.

"Sure...what?" I replied, stripping off the rest of my clothing as well.

"Well...since it's no longer business hours, I was sort of hoping the two of you might be in the mood to do a whole lot more than just watch each other masturbate."

I turned towards my wife. "What do you think honey? You in the mood to have your pussy licked by RayAnn here while I lick hers?"

Darlene had already placed herself comfortably down within one of the molded fiberglass seats.

"Hell yes!" she said, spreading her lips apart while RayAnn looked down, licking her lips in excited expectation.

"Lets not make it too late though," I commented. "I think we're going to have another busy day tomorrow."

"Shut up and get over here Steven," Darlene stated as RayAnn positioned herself between my wife's legs.

"You know what they say...all work and no play."

Even as I sat behind RayAnn, slipping a finger inside that wet silken pussy of hers, I couldn't help but laugh.

"But our work is nothing but play!"

"Darlene's right Steven. Shut up and fuck me."

I had to agree with another motto too. "The customer is always right."
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