Another regular day of a regular life, and I feel the regular amount of excitement as I walk out to my mailbox. I open the mailbox door and pull out exactly what I found yesterday; a collection of bills, junk mail, and credit card advertisements. I shift through the envelopes, turn, and walk back towards my house. I flip to the last letter and it catches my attention.
I hold up the envelope to examine it; a blank square white envelope with a slight perfume aroma that greets my nose. I tear open the envelope and unfold the letter that is inside.
All I manage to read is: “Attention pleasure seeker”.
“This is no ordinary piece of mail. This is something different.” I think to myself.
I hurry quickly to get back inside my house before reading the rest of it.
I slam the door behind me. Standing in my hallway I drop all the other items except for the mysterious letter. I unfold the paper fully. Another strong aroma greets my nose, and I read the handwritten message:
Attention pleasure seeker,
You are invited to join us for an unforgettable experience.
Our organization specializes in giving regular people an experience of a lifetime. You were selected based on your good stature in your community, personal life, and your adult related internet activity. We can assure you this is not a form of solicitation or scam. This is a simple invitation.
We apologize for spying on you but it is our belief that all unforgettable experiences must start out with a bit of mystery to properly build the anticipation. The information we have collected on you will not be used for anything more than providing a personalized experience. If you do not wish to proceed you may call the number at the bottom of this letter and you will be able to obtain or delete all the information we have gathered.
The opportunity we have to offer you is a weekend event sure to meet your desires and achieve the level of satisfaction that you won’t find through a computer mouse click or even a casual encounter.
To proceed please follow these instructions:
-Arrive at the enclosed address this Friday night at 7:00pm
-Dress attire is anything you are comfortable with
-All food, pleasantries, toiletries, and additional clothing will be provided
-No money is needed
-Come alone
We hope to see you Friday night.
Sincerely,
The Fantasy Palace
I continue to stare at the letter. A wide range of emotions rush over me all at once; feelings of nervousness, excitement, anger, disbelief, fear, and curiosity.
Over and over I read through the letter to fully understand it. Two minutes ago I was scratching my balls and watching Netflix, and now I feel like I am in the middle of some strange cult recruitment attempt or mystery novel.
Part of me wants to throw the letter in the trash, take it as junk mail, and forget the whole thing. Another part of me wants to call the police for invasion of privacy. I pace around my house, trying to decide what to do next.
I start to rationalize with myself.
“Ok, this isn’t junk mail or some sort of scam because those sorts of things aren’t handwritten. They aren’t trying to sell me anything or advertise for something because there is no return mail form or any sort of outrageous claim, I guess other than the satisfaction and desires part. They also admitted to spying on me and instructed me on how to obtain my information. Not even Apple clearly points out how to do that.”
The more I think through everything the more I begin to calm down and develop a plan.
“OK, Friday is only three days away. Why don’t I do some research before jumping to any kind of conclusion?” Again, thinking to myself.
I jump on the computer and run a quick search for mysterious letters in the mail. The results produce a wide range of scams and email viruses. Nothing matches the description of the letter next to me on the computer desk.
Next I try searching for Fantasy Palace. The search engine shows a wide range of results from strip clubs to erotic couple’s hotels to shady swingers clubs. Nothing that is within 800 miles of me.
Not finding a website, my only option is to pull up the street address. Perhaps, the location will give me a clue as to how legitimate or criminal this place actually is.
I type in the address. The pin drops on the location. It’s a house. A massive house, located about 2 hours away in the outskirts of a fairly large country town, in what looks like a neighborhood full of large estates.
So far the results provide me with limited information. However, it does provide me with confidence, more than if the address was an empty lot or in a trailer park.
“I guess they’re right, this does need to start with a bit of mystery,” I thought to myself.
This is incredibly strange, but in some ways thrilling. I am in a time of my life that lacks excitement or adventure of any kind. What do I have to lose? If I sense something I don’t like I get myself out of there. I feel more alive than I have felt in months.
I want to drive there immediately, but I resist. I’d better follow the instructions and allow the anticipation to build. If this place is legit they won’t be very tolerable of someone who doesn’t follow directions, much like a strip club is when they do not allow touching.
The evening slips away. I climb into bed but I hardly sleep. I feel like a teenager before prom night. I imagine scenario after scenario, naked body after naked body, and orgasm after orgasm. I can’t help but touch myself. What might happen to me? What will I feel? Will I ever want to leave?
I run through all the sexual fantasies I can think of: A room full of beautiful women all waiting for me to fuck them and not letting me leave until I do. A no limits one-on-one night with a lady I pick from a line up. Or just a massive orgy, hands, lips, pussy, and ass, all willing and all night long. All of them sex goddesses who know exactly how to fuck, how to talk dirty, and how to seduce.
Two more long days of waiting followed by another restless/horny night of anticipation, but Friday finally arrives.
Driving down the highway I find it difficult to focus on the road. A ton of thoughts and possibilities run through my head as I grow closer to my destination. My mind pictures beautiful lingerie, hears dirty talk from a hot slutty temptress, and feels the smooth curves of naked bodies as we fuck like wild animals. I snap myself back to reality, wanting to make sure I get there safely and without any chance of a delay from a speeding ticket or accident.
I take the exit off the highway. An easy journey of a nearly deserted highway followed by one right turn on a country road that leads straight into the town. It was a town I had driven by countless times but never actually stopped in. I try my hardest to simply enjoy the moment, but my ever increasing adrenaline makes that very difficult.
I am ready to throw caution to the wind and let the desire and experience take control. Nearly, five minutes pass as I drive past the welcome sign to the town.
No need for GPS, I already memorized the route. I was very early. Plenty of time to at least sneak in one visual drive by of the area before it was showtime. The house fit in perfectly with the neighborhood. Hidden in plain sight. I stop for a few minutes to get a lay of the land. I pull away and drive to find a bar to ease the adrenaline and to pass the time.
I walk into a nice downtown tavern and post up at the bar. Trying to make time pass as quickly as possible I keep up a friendly conversation with the staff. My one or two drinks to help me relax turns into five beers and a shot I down with one of the bar-backs.
The bar-back was very cute. She had a nice small town girl, but a wild hidden gem feel to her. If this was a regular night I would be focused on escalating our evening possibilities, but like the note read, “Better than any casual encounter”.
While finishing my fifth beer a slight panic fell over me, I had lost track of time. I was reaching for my phone to check the time, when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
It was one of the servers back in from a smoke break. “A car parked out front is asking for you. They said they heard you were in town and want to show you around.”
“Holy shit!” I thought to myself. “This is it. I know exactly who it is and where they are about to take me. No turning back now.”
I pay my tab, grab my things and walk towards the door.
I feel impressed and comfortable with how they are providing this pick-up service and the subtle discretion they told the server. My adrenalin peaks back to full. No amount of alcohol or food could subside it now as it was all finally time to go to the Fantasy Palace.
I push the door open and see a black navigator parked right outside the door. I walk up to the passenger door. The window rolls down as the bar door slams shut behind me. The window unveils a beautiful looking woman, accompanied by a bald gentlemen in the driver seat next to her. Both appear to have fantastic physique. The vibe they were giving off was equally serious, welcoming, and professional. I got the sense that they wanted me to feel relaxed yet safe, and it was working.
“Good evening Mr. X, I am Raquel, this man sitting beside me is Calvin. We figured you needed a chauffeur to your final destination for the night. Are we correct in this assumption?”
I hesitated for a moment.
“Correct”, I say. “Yea, I guess I have been camping out here a little too long to be able to drive safely. Better safe than sorry. I guess I am going by Mr.X tonight?”
“We hope you don’t mind us calling you Mr. X, but we felt it would be to your liking to keep your identity between us. Rest assured, we know who you are and you know why we contacted you. If you would like your night to begin please join us for a short drive to our establishment.”
“Is this the point of no return?” I ask while stepping right up to the passenger window to avoid anyone overhearing.
“You will not be our prisoner Mr. X. We will not be taking you captive.” says Calvin breaking his silence with a lighter tone that I anticipated. He was letting me know he wasn’t just there to intimidate me as Raquel’s body guard.
“You have come here under your own free will and we hope you enjoy your time with us.” Calvin continues on. “However, if for some reason you do not wish to continue please let us know and you will be free to leave. We only ask that if you choose to stop, you let us know what we could have done differently, so we can alter our approach.”
“I see. Thank you for explaining that. I guess I am just a little hesitant about this whole thing. But, the more time goes on the more comfortable everything seems to be. You both seem very well trained in making a customer feel at ease. This organization you work for seems like the real deal.” I say to Calvin and Raquel.
Raquel answered. “Mr. X, our organization, The Fantasy Palace has been around for a very long time. We specialize in making people feel comfortable before they live out their fantasies. However, each fantasy is completely unique to the individual, so tonight we are all experiencing this for the first time, together. Tonight you are going to be at the center of our attention.” She spoke with the finest subtlety of lust, like the best phone sex operator.
“Alright let’s head out then.” With that I climb into the SUV and close the door.
Calvin put the car in drive and we sped off into the dark country roads.
The interior of the Navigator was dark. No interior lights were on. There was one captain’s chair located in the center of the vehicle which was the one I was occupying. A black cloth that divided the interior of the car was hanging directly behind me preventing me from seeing into the rear of the SUV, but I didn’t think much of it.
By now all my fears had subsided and all my emotions focused on the anticipation. The night was finally starting to unfold. The doubts and fears turned into acceptance and enjoyment. Now, after seeing Raquel and Calvin, I was growing more and more confident that this was going to be the ultimate sexual experience. The effects of the drinks had lessened a bit during the conversation outside the car, but I was still feeling tipsy. Being relaxed and not knowing if I was soon to be getting to know Raquel and Calvin really well, I decided to keep the atmosphere light and friendly.
“So, you two are looking hot tonight.”
“Thank you Mr. X. We aim to please.” says Calvin, glancing back at me.
“Can you give me any hints as to what we might be doing tonight?”
“Well, you know where we are going Mr. X. You have the address and we saw you drive by this afternoon.”, says Raquel.
“Ahh shit, you caught me. Your tracking team at the Palace is outstanding. Are they like ex-CIA or something?”
“The people that make up our organization have a multitude of backgrounds. We all understand that we each play a very important role in making this night a true fantasy for you. We know the tracking can be a bit evasive, but don’t worry the information we have gathered on you is intended to enhance the experience. Also, it is not too difficult to know you drove by. Most cars don’t stop out in front of our gate and stare at the house for 5 minutes.” Calvin says with a joking tone once he got to the fact about me stopping earlier in the day.
“James Bond I am not.” I say, acknowledging my horrible attempt to be inconspicuous.
A few moments passed as I just looked out the window and adjusted myself in the seat. I was completely comfortable with Calvin and Raquel; they were doing a great job welcoming me into this experience. I grew more curious, and wanted to see if I could get any hints out of my chauffeurs.
“Alright I am dying to know what is in store for tonight. Can you two give me any hints? Are a team of strippers going to greet me at the door? Am I first up for jello wrestling? Or am I just gonna start by judging the wet t-shirt contest?”
Raquel fielded this one. “Mr. X, you need to give us a little more credit than that. The Fantasy Palace has been around for decades. We have much more creative methods of appealing to your desires than what you can find at a bar or frat house. We know you are nervous about the unknown aspect of tonight but consider this part of the foreplay.”
As Raquel said foreplay, it was like an alarm going off for my cock. It shot to life and realized that the pleasure wasn’t far from beginning.
Raquel continued. “In order to answer your questions without giving too much away. You will cum. Multiple times if I was going to bet on it. I’d be shocked if you could resist experiencing what we have to offer,” says Raquel while shooting Calvin a sly smirk.
“Will it be just the three of us indulging in these offerings?” I ask thinking that we were about to pull over and start going at it.
“If you would like it to just be the three of us, once we arrive, that is up to you. However, right now there are a few others who have something to offer you,” Raquel says.
“What others…”
Two sets of arms began emerging from behind me on both sides. Taking me by surprise at first, I watch as they dance in front of my eyes in a very hypnotic way. The interior accent lights provide enough glow to see the fingers, hands, and arms as they move closer and closer.
One stays in front of my face, as the other glances down my arm, ever so slightly caressing my skin. The first touch of the night drives me wild. I feel like a teenager getting touched by a girl for the first time. The hands are soft and gentle as the touches become more frequent. The visual movement of the hand by my face mixes well with the soft touches. A perfectly orchestrated way to spring my senses into action.
The hand in front of my eyes joins the other softly touching my arms, reaching up through my sleeves to get at my shoulders and outer chest. As I follow them, looking from side to side, I notice my seat begins to reverse backwards through the cloth into the rear of the navigator.
My seat stops when the divider cloth drops back down in front of me and a velvet eye mask softly lowers onto my face: forcing me to experience this exotic massage by touch alone.
“Is this alright?” A soft female voice whispers into my ear, with a little tickle from her tongue.
“Mmmm yes. It is wonderful. Please continue,” whispering back to her.
“Glad you like it. It’s going to be a long night. We are going to get things started by making the rest of your car ride a little more enjoyable.” Slipping out the same erotic tone with the addition a playful nibble and suck of my ear lobe.
At that moment I feel another pair of hands start to run their fingers through my hair, around my scalp, and on to my face. They softly rub my face, down around my neck, and my upper shoulders.
The two groups of hands on my left and right focus on my outer thighs and tease under my shirt. Slowly they climb up my shirt, grace my stomach, and bring my shirt up with them as they rise. Understanding their intentions, I start to raise my arms in order to make it easier for them to remove my shirt.
Being touched by six different hands all over my body was better than any professional massage I had ever received, and now we were moving into the erotic portion of the session. “How long can I possibly last? I am going to cum in no time if they keep this up,” I thought to myself briefly before focusing back on the experience.
Now shirtless the side hands advance towards the center of my stomach and chest. Their soft caress with their fingertips now turned into rubbing and massaging. Up my abs onto my chest focusing on my nipples, flicking and teasing them. The hands that placed my eye mask on continue to work my neck and upper back, providing excellent comfort and relaxation as the more aggressive hands stimulate the erotic zones on my torso and legs.
In a pure state of bliss, I could have gone on with these hands stimulating me for the rest of the night, but these people were determined to make sure this night would be the sexual high point of my life. As these beloved sets of hands were getting me hot and heavy, I heard Raquel tell Calvin to take the long way back to the Palace generously extending the car ride.
Almost without knowing, due to my deep sense of arousal, a set of hands undoes my belt. Wasting no time, they pull the belt out of the loops. The hands slowed the pace down by rubbing every inch of my inner thighs. They started just above my knees, working up towards my cock and balls. They tease my dick when they get close enough by just brushing it.
Hot and breathing heavy, a soft bag filled with a cold liquid, controlled by the hands that were working my shoulders, begins moving down my forehead. As the cold bag descends down my neck it lowers my body temperature, allowing me to regain some composure.
A brief disappearance of the hands working my chest, but they soon return with a nice addition, some warm massage oil. The two hands spread the oil very generously across my torso: enhancing my arousal, which I didn’t think was possible.
The hands knew my preferences for nipple play during sex. Slow light flicks and rubs followed by almost painful pinches and pulls. I have never felt them more erect and sensitive. They also explore the erogenous zones of my stomach. They were doing such a good job that I almost missed the other set of hands beginning to remove my pants.
The hands pop open my top button and quickly pull down my zipper. With nothing but elastic fabric, my cock forced the band of my briefs to open a large gap above my waist. It was aching to be freed and devoured. The hands grip the top edge of my underwear and slip off both my briefs and jeans.
With oil all over my torso the hands at my legs start to slowly slide up my inner thighs applying oil to my legs too. They finally find their prize. They waste no more time by grabbing my hard member and sensitive package.
The oiled hands start slow stroking my cock from top to bottom. A very generous amount of oil allows the hand to travel over my hard dick effortlessly.
I am now completely naked, riding in the back of an SUV being savagely massaged by 3 strangers. Not one inch of my body was left untouched by my unknown pleasure givers. They explore and massage my face, scalp, ears, chest, stomach, legs, and, of course, give the most amazing hand job I have ever experienced.
The hands continue to stroke and play with my cock with a mixture of oil and precum. My body moves and contorts from the waves of pleasure. I also hear myself moan and cry out with sheer ecstasy.
I then thought of Calvin and Raquel having to drive through all of this. Was this awkward for them? Were they enjoying the show? Or, were Calvin and Raquel participating? We could have easily pulled over or arrived at the Palace.
I was getting closer and closer to climaxing, my nipples constantly bombarded, my cock being given more attention than when I masterbate, and the hands massaging my back having moved back to my scalp and face giving me a heightened sense of pure submission. I was building so very close to cumming. I was just about to yell out when…
Instantly, things change. The hands all stop their individual jobs and grip my body against the seat, holding me down. They hold me across my chest, and around my legs while also spreading them: stretching my groin muscle and further exposing my raging hard cock. The hands working my shaft slide down to the base of my cock and cradle my balls simultaneously. The two hands act as a cock ring keeping me stiff and rigid: my cock sticking straight up from my pelvis. My erection is as hard I have ever known, and held in place with the hands around my base.
A few seconds of silence. All I can hear is my panting breaths. I wonder what is about to happen. The anticipation is building. The very next touch or caress should cause my cum to shoot out everywhere. I hear what sounds like a garage door opening outside the car.
“We must be pulling into the Palace.” I think to myself.
The car slows and I begin to get disappointed that I will not be able to finish with these magic hands. As I hear the sound of the garage door closing I break the silence. “So are we done?…”, I asked.
Just as I said “done” a mouth takes in my cock all at once. I feel the back of my lover’s throat and then a slow slide out. The lips wrap around my cock sucking it very hard from base to tip.
“Ohhhh mmmmm my god!! Holy shit, yesss”
The mouth repeats the same process and with all those hands still holding me in position I could not hold back any more. Up and down my cock. From the base to the tip. From deep throat to a suck on my tip.
“I’m gonna cum!! I’m gonna cummmm!!
The mouth stops half way up my shaft and twirls their tongue around the tip of my cook until I explode into the unknown mouth.
“Ahhh!Ahhhh!! Ahhhh!! Ohhhhh!! Yessssss!!”
The person on the other end of my cock struggles with the initial surge of spunk but swallows everything I give to it. I let out 4-5 massive splurges. The tongue continues to stimulate me and swallows every drop.
“MMMMmmmmmm” My gracious recipient lets out, giving me a good feeling that they enjoyed the moment too.
I gasp for breath. The mouth still works on my cock sucking me dry as I slowly begin to calm down from the orgasm. It slowly pulls away leaving one last puckering suck.
The hands release their tension and I feel only one remaining set resting on my legs. The hands of my lovely blowjob performer.
A hand slowly runs up the center of my body. A body brushes against me and the presence of a face inches from mine becomes known. Our lips connect as we begin a passionate kiss. A slight taste of my cum remains as we continue to kiss. She shoves her tongue into my mouth as the two of us get to know each other’s mouths.
Once our kiss was complete, fingers began crawling up my face to my eye mask. Slowly peeling the cloth down from my eyelids I am greeted with the sexy smiling face of Raquel.
“Well, hello there.” I say with a gasping smile.
We pause for a few moments looking at each other and planting small short kisses on one another.
“Hi. Sorry I hope you don’t mind me joining in with your car ride experience, but I wanted to make sure you finished.” Raquel says in a sexy slow whisper.
“Oh well thank you for your assistance. Why didn’t you just keep driving around until I came? I probably would have only lasted a few more minutes.”
“Alright you caught me. I was very surprised at how long you lasted, and your level of vocal enjoyment was turning me on and I was distracted by how good your cock looked. I was unable to resist, so I decided to finish you off.” Raquel says while looking so hot and sexy I wanted to fuck her right there in the back seat.
I lean in again to try and kiss her, but the hands and arms return to lock me down against the seat. The grip is strong enough that I could not throw myself at her like I desperately want to. Raquel gives me a sexy smirk and then leans into my ear.
“Easy there big boy. As much as I’d love to climb on top of you right now there still is much more fun in store for you tonight. But don’t worry, we will be able to finish what we started”
“So I will get to see the rest of you later then?” I say, sounding very intrigued.
“Definitely, I’m looking forward to exploring each other further,” she says, giving my dick one last good squeeze. “But for now it’s time to get you checked in.” Raquel signals to the people behind me.
With that the mask covers my eyes again. The car doors all open at once, and the Navigator’s suspension decompresses as all helping hands leave the car. I sit buckled in, naked, and recovering from a very intense orgasm. Then I realize I can move. I unbuckle and remove my blindfold to see an empty car in an empty garage.
My pants and my shirt lay folded on the floor beside me. There is a towel next to them to clean off the oil. I clean up and get my clothes back on, pulling my shirt down as I step out of the car. The garage was spotless, clearly it’s only used for this one purpose. There is only one way to go.
As I walk towards the door into the house. It opens as I approach. A woman greets me, fully opening the door. A mature goddess if I ever saw one before. Just as good looking as Raquel but aged to perfection.
“Hello, Mr. X. My name is Tracy. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. If you would please follow me, I will escort you to your room for the evening.”
“Hi Tracy, nice to meet you too. Lead the way.”