The Retreat
Chapter 11
It had been a couple of days since Sara returned from the cottage. She didn't have anything scheduled with any clients, as she had been booked out for the rest of the week, but she was starting to feel restless. Gail had stopped by a couple of times and they did get to spend some time together, which did make Sara feel good, but still, something seemed... off. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. Regardless, she didn't feel like being alone, so she headed down to the lounge to see what was going on.
When she entered, she saw the familiar groupings of people. Some were reading, others watching a movie, and one group still playing their game. She didn't see Susan or Carl though, which made her feel a bit disappointed. She picked up a random book from the shelf and tried to read a bit, but her mind kept wandering, and couldn't focus. The notes from Mr. E, Dave, Gail, Leah, and all of it kept swirling around her head. She needed something to distract her. Her initial thought was to go visit Leah again, and maybe take her up on that free use, but the warnings from those notes gave her second thoughts. With a sigh, she put the book down and decided to just go for a walk. Maybe walking would help her clear her head a bit.
Sara just let her feet guide her and she wandered around the long corridors of the house. She thought of her time and experiences here so far. The people she had met and fucked. She thought of "Dave" and what he must be doing. Those feelings she felt while in the cottage welled back up when she thought of him. She decided that she wasn't really in love with him but in love with the idea of being in such a relationship. She thought she had it once before, but when it ended, so did those feelings. She wasn't sure what she should do about it though. She knew that she wouldn't find such a relationship here. At least that note had been right about one thing, everything here was a lie.
That thought seemed to stick with her. She stopped and looked around, not realizing how long she had walked, or where she was exactly. It took her a moment to get her bearings. She realized that she was standing in front of Carl's room. She looked at his door for a moment, then acted on impulse and knocked.
"Come in," Carl called from inside.
Sara opened the door and stepped inside. Carl's room was much like hers. Same old English style, but with some small differences. For one, a large intricate quilt hung on one wall. In the corner stood a large table with various sewing machines and fabric piled on top of it. She must have looked confused because Carl just laughed when she took it all in.
"You've discovered my guilty pleasure," Carl grinned.
"I like to quilt. My grandmother taught me how to do it years ago. Didn't really have much to do with it until I got here. It helps me relax and stay centered," he explained.
"Now, what can I do for you?"
Sara didn't really know what to say. Carl certainly didn't seem like the type who was into quilting, let alone arts and crafts in general. She took him as the typical frat boy who drank and played video games. She wasn't even sure why she was here.
"Um... sorry. I was just walking and..." Sara stammered, feeling awkward.
"It's cool. Come on in, have a seat," Carl said, inviting her to sit down on the couch.
"Can I get you something to eat? Or something to drink?" he asked.
"No thank you. I'm fine," Sara replied, sitting down on the couch.
"So, what's up?" Carl asked, leaning forward attentively.
"I'm not entirely sure," Sara said, starting to feel anxious,
"Something just feels... off..."
Carl just nodded in understanding.
"I know exactly what you mean. I've been feeling the same way for a while now too. I've tried talking to my Handler, Chris, but he just seems to brush it off and says it's nothing to worry about. But, I know something is going on. My spider sense had been tingling," he said with a grin.
Despite his light tone, Sara could sense that this was bothering him as well. She wasn't sure if she should press him on it, or not. He seemed like a solid guy, but she wasn't quite ready to trust him fully yet. She decided to change the subject.
"So tell me, what kind of things have you done for clients since you've been here?" Sara asked.
The question seemed to catch him off guard. He blinked and thought about it for a moment before answering,
"Well, I supposed the same types of things you do. Generally, just fuck, or provide a bit of eye candy when needed," he said with a chuckle.
"One of my first sessions with a client was pretty wild though. It was a party of sorts. Not really a bachelorette party, but they certainly were celebrating something. Anyway, they had me strapped spread eagle to the wall and would take turns sucking my cock, or fucking me. They would all cheer on the girl while she was using me, then give her big hugs and kisses when she finished. A some point they started to have an orgy among themselves when they weren't using me. It's a good thing Chris had given me some sort of pill beforehand. I came a lot that night but was back in action pretty quickly afterward. I still don't know what it was all about."
Sara was starting to get turned on while Carl was telling his story. She glanced down and noticed the bulge in his pants starting to form as well. She didn't think about what she was doing but just acted. She slipped off the couch and knelt in front of Carl, quickly undoing his belt and sliding his pants down. She wanted his cock right now. Carl's eyes grew wide as he realized what was happening, but didn't fight it. It was clear he wanted this too.
Sara quickly took his cock into her mouth, her hand stroking him as she sucked. Carl's moans grew louder as she stroked his cock and licked the tip. He started to buck his hips in response, and Sara let him fuck her mouth. She felt his hands push down on her head as he drove his cock in and out of her mouth. She felt her pussy grow wet and begging for attention. She slid her hand inside her pants and began rubbing her clit while Carl face fucked her. Her whole body trembled with pleasure, but she needed more.
She stood up and removed her pants and panties, while Carl slid his pants the rest of the way off. She quickly straddled him while he sat on the couch, guiding his cock into her waiting pussy. She moaned as Carl fucked her. She let him take control and drive his cock deep inside her. She gasped as orgasm after orgasm exploded inside her. She once again became lost to the pleasure and let herself be swept away. When she finally felt Carl release his load deep inside her, she climbed down off of him, breathing heavily and still shaking from the multiple orgasms. She gathered up her clothes and left without a word, returning back to her room.
Sara stood in the shower, letting the hot water soak into her. She didn't know why she just fucked Carl. It was good, but it wasn't something she had planned on doing. She felt bad for doing it, and she couldn't say why. She shouldn't have just left him like that, but she felt she needed to leave. She would have to try to explain it to him later and apologize. But she didn't know how to begin to explain what just happened.
Sara had finished her shower, gotten dressed, and was lying on the bed, still trying to wrap her mind around what just happened. She was brought out of her thoughts when her door burst open. She sat up in alarm, half expecting Carl, but was surprised when Gail ran into the room.
