Novembers were always ugly in Portland. Streaky drops of rain made oily looking ripples on the sidewalk puddles. Nathalie looked over her shoulder tentatively before opening the door. No suburban housewife would be seen in this part of town, ever.
Greyish dusty blinds were obscured by the milky condensation on the unassuming storefront. It could have easily been an accountant's office, or even a tailor, but it wasn't.
The poorly fitted door offered a pitched scrape as she forced it closed behind her.
"Welcome to the Fantasy Factory, Mrs. Beaumont."
A statuesque brunette sat at a lone desk within the bedroom sized reception area. Her long straight hair was perfect, her eyes were striking, and her voice confident and clear.
Nathalie tried to sound equally confident. "Hello." Truthfully she was extremely nervous. Her nipples hardened visibly, expectantly, under the fabric of her conservative pale pink blouse.
"I am Mistress Elaine." Her deep brown eyes focused on Nathalie's nipples. Her full blood red glossy lips curved up in a slight but knowing smile.
"Sit, please." Mistress Elaine opened her hand gesturing to a simple wooden chair.
The chair was hard, slightly uncomfortable and shorter than the receptionist's chair. Nathalie squirmed, trying to sit comfortably.
Mistress Elaine crossed her long slender legs, and picked up a clipboard.
Nathalie watched the clingy maroon fabric cupping her cleavage, sensually, slowly rise. Her nostrils flared as she filled her lungs.
There was an uncomfortable pause before she began speaking. "Now, Mrs. Beaumont, it is important that you answer every question completely and honestly so that your experience here at the Fantasy Factory is everything that you want it to be. You must be truthful."
"Of course." Nathalie's pussy oozed in a tattle tale way, as if she were anticipating the questions to come.
"Now, Mrs. Beaumont, you have chosen a scenario where you would like to have a man dominate you completely. Is that correct?"
"Yes." Nathalie pursed her lips, moistening them.
"Do you want him to use you?" Mistress Elaine asked completely devoid of emotion.
Blood and hormones rushed to her groin. "I want him to treat me like his fuck toy. I want him to fuck me in every hole. I want him to treat me like his slut. His dirty little slut!"
Nathalie's body shuddered invisibly, as she imagined being fucked the way she secretly desired, finally.
Three distinct, firm check marks were made on the clipboard before the statuesque receptionist spoke again.
Her eyes blackened. "Do you want him to spank you?"
"Yes I want him to slap my ass red, as he takes me!" Nathalie's pussy gushed soaking her panties, as her mind wandered to what she was describing.
"I don't believe you, Mrs. Beaumont!" Mistress Elaine raised her voice and flipped the clipboard upside down on the desk. It made a loud smacking sound. "You are a liar!"
"No. No I want this. I want this." Nathalie's voice crackled and broke as she sobbed. "I truly want this. Please! I'll do anything."
"Lift up your skirt," Mistress Elaine demanded.
Nathalie thought about hesitating, but did not dare. She lifted up her skirt, showing the receptionist her wet panties.
"Take them off, Mrs. Beaumont."
Obediently she hooked the sides of her white panties and slipped them off. Her pussy lips were swollen and wet, glistening with clear stringy droplets of moisture.
A voice whispered in her head. What am I doing? What if my husband knew where I was?
"Now Mrs. Beaumont, you will show me what a slut you truly are." Mistress Elaine instructed slowly and clearly. "You will rub your slutty little clit in front of me, while you describe once again what it is that you want."
"You will have to prove that you deserve this."
God I want to be used! Nathalie blinked, trying to conceal her true thoughts
"Describe the kind of man that you want." The receptionist looked her directly in the eyes.
"Oh, he should be large and muscular. Not fat. Strong arms and... ahhhh, a big, a huge cock." Nathalie rubbed her clitoris in firm slow circles. Fuck!
"Go on."
"And I want him to split me open with it... ohhh... and... ravish me... I want him to use my cunt... ohh as his fuck hole!" Her two fingers turned in firm movements over her rapidly engorging clitoris. Pussy juice was trickling down her inner thighs. Oh shit!
