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A GREAT Vacation (mf)
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Subject: The GREAT Vacation (m/f, some b/d)
Date: Tue, 4 Jul 1995 19:09:57 UTC
Note: This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to
persons, living or dead, or to places or facilities, is
purely coincidental.
A GREAT Vacation
I am a busy investment banker in my 30's. I have never
married, primarily because, with my normal 60-70 hour work
week, I could not devote the time to a family that they
would deserve. In fact the managing director had observed
that I was getting burned out, and emphatically directed
that I take a vacation.
I have been to Europe, to the Far East, to the Caribbean, to
Vegas and Reno (even visiting some of the "ranches" in those
areas). I wanted something different -- exciting yet
relaxing.
While perusing one of the men's magazines, I noticed a small
ad for a guest ranch in Nevada that caught my attention.
This ranch, for singles only, offered luxury accommodations,
all meals and drinks, tennis, golf, swimming, hiking,
horseback riding, handball, squash, dancing, and even
bowling, for a flat fee of $900 to $1,100 per day. The
price struck me as pretty high until I read between the
lines. The ad indicated that a partner would be available,
if desired, for all sporting events and that a blood test
would be required within two weeks prior to registering at
the ranch. I could only think of one reason why a blood
test would be required, so I called them up.
The ranch was licensed as a brothel and had a staff of
escorts to accommodate all guests. I was told that I could
choose a partner to be with me throughout my stay or I
choose a different partner each day. I made my reservation
for the following week and made arrangements for the blood
test to assure the staff that I didn't carry any sexually
transmitted diseases.
Upon arrival at the ranch, I was given a directory of the
staff. The directory had a picture of each, with a
description of their skills and preferences. That way, the
good golfers or tennis players could pick someone to play at
their level. A display board showed the availability of any
given person for the next five days. It was also explained
to me that the entire ranch was "clothing optional" except
that guests were expected to dress appropriately for meals
in the dining room. It was also suggested that, if I were
playing golf or other outdoor sports in the buff, that I use
plenty of sunscreen. Also, unlike other "ranches" in the
state, the requirement to use condoms had been waived
following satisfactory blood tests.
I selected my partners for the first two days. Sue, for the
first day, was a vivacious blonde who liked all sporting
activities. The second day, with some trepidation, I
selected Vivian. Vivian was a former nurse who was pictured
in a skimpy black leather outfit with a leather belt in her
hand. Needless to say, her specialty was domination and
discipline.
The bellman showed me to my room. The large room was
tastefully decorated with lots of mirrors and suggestive
pictures on the walls and ceiling. The large bathroom was
well equipped with a bidet and a whirlpool large enough for
two.
I had just finished unpacking when Sue knocked on the door.
She immediately came over to me and gave me a big kiss.
While in the embrace, she slipped her hand under my shirt
and gently massaged my nipples. My fully erect penis was
pressing against her abdomen.
"Let's hop in the whirlpool," she said, "you must be hot and
tired after your drive." Without waiting for an answer, she
darted into the bathroom and started to fill the tub. She
came back into the bedroom and started to unbutton my shirt.
With the shirt out of the way, she unbuckled my pants and
dropped them to the floor. Then my shorts came off, along
with my shoes and socks. She removed her blouse, exposing
her firm breasts. She cupped my hands over the nipples.
"Could you slip off my pants?" she asked. "It would be my
pleasure," I replied.
With the whirlpool running full speed, we soaked in the
agitated water. It was a totally relaxing experience. When
I would almost dose off, Sue would gently tweak my now limp
member. When it was finally time to jump out, we dried each
other off.
While we were drying off, Sue kept rubbing my nipples, my
buttocks, and my growing penis. She encouraged me to
explore her body with my hands. Soon, she led me to the bed
where she started massaging my body with her tongue,
starting at the forehead and working down. I followed her
example and gently sucked her nipples and kissed her stomach
and abdomen. Soon I got to that blonde bush surrounding
the delightful feminine orifice. The taste and slight odor
were exquisite!! My tongue darted into the moist vagina as
Sue's tongue rimmed my solid-as-a-rock organ. My cock
erupted and spurted warm semen over Sue's face and my
stomach.
My golf game isn't that good, but Sue gave me a lot of
encouragement. She started by a generous application of SPF
25 as the sun was still high in the west. I swung at the
first ball and the sensation of my own balls swinging in the
breeze distracted me. The ball rolled 20 feet!! Sue did
better -- hitting a 50 yard drive. My second shot came
close to hers. I almost got a hard-on as her ass was fully
displayed when she picked up her ball. To make a long story
short, the vistas (of other players) were great; I beat Sue
by 3 strokes, but we unfortunately did not have any bets on
the game.
Dinner was uneventful. The wine was excellent. I enjoyed
watching the other diners -- many of the escorts were
dressed in see-through blouses. After dinner, we relaxed in
our room for a while before going to the lounge to dance.
The dancing was something else. How many times do you see
several dozen stark naked couples dancing cheek-to-cheek to
big band music? When we got back to the room, it was all I
could do to contain myself. With the lights on as bright as
possible, I watched us in the ceiling mirror as Sue
skillfully massaged my willing body and finally mounted my
pulsating cock.
The next day was beautiful. We went for a stroll in the
only somewhat wooded part of the ranch. After we returned,
Sue gave me a long kiss and bid her goodbyes. She had
another client, and it was soon to be time for Vivian.
I had a couple of hours to relax before Vivian arrived.
Little did I know how much I would need the relaxation.
I was reading in the easy chair in my shorts when Vivia
knocked on the door and entered the room. She was dressed
much like her picture. Her leather top was open so as to
highlight the voluptuous breasts and push the firm nipples
forward. Her garter belt supported the black stockings but
left her cunt and ass completely open.
She placed the two bags she brought on the bed. One
appeared to be an overnight bag; the other looked like a
doctor's case. She gave me a hard look, and said harshly,
"Come here. Drop your drawers." She examined my penis with
great care. "Turn around, bend over and spread your
cheeks." I complied as I heard her put a rubber examination
glove on her right hand. I felt her massage my asshole a
few seconds before her finger drove into my rectum. "When
did you have a bowel movement?" she asked. "This morning,"
I replied. "It feels like you need a good cleaning out,"
she said as I cringed at the thought. Nevertheless, my
penis was now fully erect.
"Would you like to see some of my toys?" she asked.
"Sure," I said hesitatingly. Opening the doctor's bag, she
withdrew a variety of vibrators, asshole plugs, enema
nozzles and associated equipment, tit clamps (I hoped she
wouldn't use those on me), and leather straps. "Bend over,"
she commanded. As I leaned over, a leather strap came down
firmly on my buttocks. "Now stand up, and kiss my ass," she
instructed as she bent over in front of me. I tentatively
kissed both buttocks. "Now the rose hole," she instructed.
I pushed my face into the crack and kissed the anus. "Rim
it with your tongue," she said.
After she was satisfied, I was allowed to rinse my mouth
with mouthwash. I was then instructed to help her remove
the skimpy cloths she was wearing. "Lie down in the bath
tub," she demanded. She straddled my naked body and, as if
she hadn't relieved herself in many hours, peed all over my
naked body. She made me lie still for about 10 minutes
before showering off.
"We are going to play tennis," Vivian commanded. Tennis is
not my best game, but I am not bad at it. I put on an
athletic supporter, and Vivian wore a bra to protect her 38
D's. "The winner of the best three out of five will perform
oral sex on the loser for half an hour, or until I'm
satisfied," she said.
After the first four games, we were even. In the fifth game,
I had the serve at 40-30 and served a clear ace. She did not lose
gracefully, but kept her part of the bargain as, back in the
room, she skillfully rimmed my penis and then my asshole.
She rinsed her mouth with antiseptic mouthwash and returned
to suck me off. I ejaculated into her mouth. I expected
that I would pay for it later.
After an excellent dinner, we returned to the room. I was
instructed to lie on the bed on my hands and knees with my
ass up in the air while she filled the enema bag in the
bathroom. A well lubricated nozzle, which felt to be about
an inch in diameter with ridges that I clearly felt as each
passed through the sphincter, was slowly inserted into my
ass. Soon, I felt the warm water flow into my bowels. It
felt good at first, but soon the cramps began. She then
slowly withdrew the nozzle, and suggested I lie down. After
five minutes, she accompanied me to the bathroom where I was
allowed to expel the enema.
Vivian decided that, since she couldn't win at tennis, we
would go bowling. Before we left the room, she inserted a
vibrator into my asshole and taped it in with adhesive tape.
She taped the small battery pack and control unit to my
back.
The penalty for losing was a 10 stroke spanking with a
leather razor strap. I was looking forward to winning -- I
would love to beat her ass.
There was a major distraction -- Everyone who was bowling
was stark naked. It was really exciting to see all those
assholes and elbows for real as the ladies released their
balls. Nevertheless, I won the first game handily, and I
was 25 points up going into the eighth frame of the second
game. When I was ready to bowl the first ball (on a spare
from the seventh frame), Vivian turned the vibrator on full
blast, and I rolled a gutter ball. She then proceeded to
strike out and turned the vibrator off.
Again, I grabbed an early lead in the third game. By the
eighth frame, I was ahead by 30 pins. This time she reached
into her bag of tricks and dug up the nipple clips, which
she promptly snapped onto my sensitive nipples. To make
matters worse, she attached small weights to the clips. All
of the bowlers stopped to watch me. You can guess the
outcome. I resigned myself to a sore ass.
When we got back to the room, she removed the nipple clips
and the vibrator. She took me over to a table, facing a
wall mirror, and bent me over the table and tied my hands to
the opposite legs. Then, as I watched her swing in the
mirror, she proceeded to let loose with the razor strap.
After the fifth stroke, the pain was significant, but
strangely enough, so was the sexual stimulation. After the
seventh stroke, I ejaculated on the table.
The rest of the evening was uneventful. Vivian had a soft
touch as well as her domineering approach. We had relaxing
night in bed together. After breakfast, however, we
showered together and she directed that I again perform
anilingus. This time it lasted much longer, and just as I
figured it was about over, she farted in my face.
After the unusual (but rather exciting) episode with Vivian,
I was ready for Sue again. She was busy, but Mary was
equally pleasant. We went horseback riding, hiked together,
and danced the evening away. My ass was a tad sore from the
spanking and the horseback riding, but Mary's gentle
massaging made it all worthwhile.
The rest of the vacation was not noteworthy. I am already
looking forward to the next visit. I may even ask for
Vivian again. I'm going to practice my bowling; I'm already
dreaming of her dainty ass waiting for my strokes of the
leather razor strap!!
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