It had been a while since Sam's last sexual experience. If he recalled correctly, it had been 2 years ago to the day since his last sexual encounter. An awkward flirt of inexperience and clumsiness was a good way to describe what had happened. Sam yearned for something better, something that allowed him to explore himself for years this yearning had grown and grown until Sam couldn't handle it anymore.
That's what led him outside this industrial building late this evening. All the windows were boarded out, it look abandoned and decrepit. He was going to see a professional. An expert in the art of sex. But this couldn't possibly be the right building, could it?
Sam pushed through the front doors of the building and headed on in. He was immediately caught by surprise by what he saw. Beautiful carpeted floors, giant marble support pillars, furniture that must have cost a fortune and a beautiful mahogany front desk.
"Hello and welcome, how may I be of service?"
Sam was so startled he completely missed the older blonde lady behind the desk.
"I...uhh...is this..." Sam stammered.
"Sir, I can assure you that whatever you've heard, it's all true, now how may I be of service?"
The lady was nice and polite, Sam on the other hand was taken aback.
"I was referred here by one of my colleagues, they said you could help me with my...sexual needs."
Sam's face flashed red.
"Of course sir, right this way!"
The lady popped up from her chair and led Sam through the lobby.
They approached a door which the receptionist opened with an old fashioned key, Sam swore that as she turned they lock, the key hole moaned.
"Right through here sir...I'm sure you'll find what you need."
She winked. As soon as Sam crossed the threshold the overpowering smell of sex hit his nose. He heard faint moaning and wet sounds coming from all around. Sam had walked into a hallway that stretched as far as the eye could see, with doors lining the walls, all identical. Each door had a plaque on it with some faint writing. The receptionist giggled as Sam was struck with awe.
"Have fun...they'll be exited to know you're here, just pick the door that screams to you, baby. Oh and remember, you can open the doors and browse, but once you cross that threshold, there's no turning back."
With that, the receptionist closed the door behind Sam.
Sam was speechless, he had been shocked silly. He took a moment to compose himself and headed down the hallway. Sam looked at the plaques on all the doors, each one of them got his cock hard. One of them read:
Christine - PhD in Sucking Dick
Another read:
Joanne - Professional Prostate Milker
All of these were enticing, Sam could hardly believe what was going on. Behind each of these doors was a sexual adventure he was longing for. Sam peaked through a door that was labelled:
Jessica - Foot Domme
There was a woman upon a throne sitting in the middle of the room, the walls around were a faded green color. Jessica, Sam presumed, was platinum blonde with green eyes, her body was succulent. Her perky tits and juicy heart shaped ass (from squatting, no doubt) made Sam's jaw drop. She was wearing her workout gear and a pair of dirty sneakers. Her sports bra was black and stretched tightly across her breasts, her top read:
"Obey!"
