This story while being completely fictional, does involve anal sex.
The Core Wellness Center
Chapter One.
When I graduated with my Certification as a Physical Therapist, my parents gave me a big loan to start my own business. So I did just that, starting a Sports Recovery Center in a high income subdivision near Boston.
We did Physical Therapy for people that thought they were just short of professionals, at tennis or baseball, marathon running and rowing, even bowling and table tennis.
I had to hire Massage Therapists and Weight Trainers and Yoga Instructors. I even had a Physical Therapist that only did feet.
Within a year I had purchased the complete medical building and I invited a Health Supplement Supplier to take the place of the pharmacy that was previously only viable because of the doctor's office on the second floor.
When the Doctor refused to sign his lease extension unless I brought back his drug store, I gave him his eviction notice.
Now we have a running track overhead, with therapy rooms in the middle.
When my permit came in for my building expansion I was elated.
I had continued my education, part time, and I was now a Certified Sexual Therapist, so I wanted to have the first Sexual Therapy Clinic in Massachusetts, which I felt was the core to everyone's health.
So I was finally opening my Core Wellness Center.
"Yes Mrs. Johnson, we have 'cock extenders' or penis sleeves as we call them, but the person who will wear the instrument will have to see a Therapist to get a referral for insurance purposes, and then he has to be measured for the custom orthotic."
I had this conversation with at least three women every day!
I could put up a sign, except people don't read signs, and some customers are baffled by the very idea, and I then spend more time explaining the concept, to people that are aghast at the very idea.
"If you have your husband call, I'm sure that we can set up a discreet meeting either with both of you, or just him." I gave her the standard answer but I could have added that he would probably not show up for the meeting, due to his embarrassment.
"Hello! Can I have an Associate over here please?"
I looked up to see that Willow was already rushing over to a well dressed woman that had been eyeing the $8,995 Fucking Machine that we had on display, with a 'floor display 15% Off" sign affixed to the seat to keep people from sitting there.
"Willow! Don't forget to tell her that we have a signup sheet at the front desk, for anyone that wants to attend our monthly demonstration." I shouted to my Associate.
I am not shy, and I knew that every second or third time I loudly mentioned that demonstration, our audience grew, and so did our customer base.
We sell a lot of vibrators for women and rubber dolls with silicone vaginas to the men, but we couldn't mark them up very much, since they were available through every drugstore and online.
The Insurance money was now supporting things like 'sexual health' and mental health, with a strong movement toward sexual wellness.
So now my employees included Sexual Therapists and even Sexual Surrogates.
My Thursday night demonstration was one of my favorite ones. Here we have couples come out to watch my friend John, use a penis sleeve to satisfy both him, and his lover, which up to now, has been me.
John used to perform while wearing a mask, but he has really come far, and has no problem wearing only the sleeve. He even has a client base that uses him privately, but that would be another story!
He has a 5 inch penis that is average in every way, but he can use a sleeve that adds anywhere from 2 to 4 inches in length and up to an inch in diameter, or only a slight increase in girth, if you like a slim cock.
These sleeves are custom made, with special molds made of both sexual partners, or just the man. We have multiple return customers, that want a variety of protuberances for both vaginal and anal penetration.
Our audience for the demonstration has the option to wear a mask, if they are embarrassed, but our complete and unashamed exposure usually encourages them to put their masks away, and enjoy the show.
No cameras allowed, of course.
Tonight we had a full house with 5 couples, but for the very first time, we had a gay couple, male.
John and I came out onto the raised platform, only after everyone was settled into their loveseats. We came out naked, and holding hands, like a happy young couple, ready for a skinny dip.
"Thank you everyone for coming out. I hope that you realize that John and I are not in a relationship, so we are only demonstrating the product." I began my sales pitch.
Three different penis sleeves were sitting on the demonstration table. I picked up the shortest one to begin.
"As you will soon see, John has a cute 5 inch penis. Don't worry, he is a grower!"
That usually gets a little laughter, and John joins in with it, encouraging everyone to loosen up, for this unusual and intimate event.
"I believe that his trim hips and well muscled body can bring any woman and half the men in this room to a very enjoyable orgasmic state... but maybe he wants more, or maybe you do."
I let that hang in the air like a real showman.
"John. Would you like to make love?" I finally announced, not facing John, but looking straight into the eyes of my audience.
John came over with a huge smile on his face.
"You called dear?" He said, again playing to the crowd.
"This sleeve was custom made for John, so it will fit him snuggly, but it will allow his penis to move inside of it, giving him the real experience and pleasure of sex!"
I knelt to one side of my present lover and cupped his balls in one hand.
"It is better if he is not fully erect when installing the sleeve," I advised my potential customers. "If he is at full staff you will need a lubricant, but any brand that does not damage silicone will work."
I took his cock into my mouth and applied a slick layer of saliva, but I didn't dawdle such that he would be engorged too soon. Then I placed the rising penis into the sleeve and slowly worked the retention strap around his testicles.
"Take your time, ladies, and sirs, and kiss his balls to get him well seated in the custom made sleeve. "Remember that this is for both of your enjoyments."
Of course I helped him along with licking too, but they didn't need a full lesson in oral sex. That was done on Fridays.
I showed them how the tool would shift on John's cock to give him pleasure, and pointed out the tip, where semen would actually erupt with even a modest release of fluid.
"If anyone would like to come over and touch it, John won't mind," I informed them while John nodded in agreement.
Both of the gay men came over without hesitation and first one, then all of the women came over, followed by their husbands.
One of the gay men shifted the tool back and forth while his mate cupped John's balls and casually put his other hand on his naked ass.
I stepped over and removed the hand from his ass. Shaking my head no, but smiling to keep it friendly.
They both laughed nervously and backed off for the other couples to see up close how the cock fit well and the clear silicone enabled them to see how his skin hugged the sheath and pumped him like a vagina would do if it fit snuggly.
An assistant came out and removed the items from the table that we would lay on for the actual demonstration.
"I like a little lube, with John, since he is notorious for lasting a very long time," I instructed my attentive audience.
I like to show my body while flat on my back. My father named me Lara as a nod to Lara Croft of the action series, because my mother looks so much like her.
I lay back on the table and brought my legs to my chest, parting them so that I could watch John as he inserted the sleeve and his cock into my pussy.
He dropped to one knee and pressed his tongue into me for a quick moistening of his target, then he rose up and pushed into my eager snatch.
"Oh yes!" I breathed out involuntarily. "I can feel the tension just pour out of my body," I explained with a sigh.
"If you can't see well enough from your seats, please feel free to gather around," John suggested.
I was pleased that he was becoming more involved in these demonstrations.
We had some music going in the background, but my assistant turned it up so no one would feel the need to fill the quiet.
"Ladies, if you look closely from the back, you will see how the strap around his balls pushes them forward so that they smack against my bum with every thrust." I directed them.
John leaned in and held my breasts, giving him something for leverage as he increased his pumping speed.
"Oh God," I murmured, though it wasn't part of the script.
"Keep in mind that this is only the short sleeve," John continued with my line since I was having trouble staying focused.
I was just getting near my first orgasm when he completely stopped.
"Who wants to help me with the big one?" John asked.
I was feeling so frustrated from missing out on an orgasm, but there was more to come.
The two homosexual men helped to remove the shorty, but one of the women picked up the long dong before they could hog all of the fun.
The other men were watching me, as I lay there lusting for more action and lightly stroking my nipples.
Two of the women positioned the strap around John's balls, taking their time as I had done, but not kissing or licking. The cock did not need the stimulation.
"Give us some room Hun," John said to one overachiever and she giggled and stepped back in front of her husband.
"This one is a real 'fatty', so you have to take your time getting it inside," John insisted.
He pushed firmly, and slowly walked it in, to its full depth.
