I had heard about fantasy ranches and as I got a bit older, I realized I had better live out my fantasy before it was too late. I still looked good for my age. There was something I had never done and I needed to do it.
The ranch was outside of Vegas. It was bold of me to go alone. A woman can get herself in all sorts of trouble being alone in a place like that. The urge was strong. I disregarded my usual common sense.
The amount of money I was paying was ridiculous. Still, it was going to be worth it. When I arrived, I immediately knew I would be well taken care of for the next 6 hours.
The process was well-defined. They knew what they were doing. An extensive interview with a bottle of wine was how we started. The questions she asked me were immediately intimate. Lesbian or straight? Once I said lesbian, the questions got more specific. One or two? Blonde or brunette? Shaven or hairy? Big tits or small? Do I have any boundaries?
Hmm..Boundaries? By now, the wine was making me horny, and the chick asking me these questions was sooo hot. I asked her to suggest some boundaries. She said: Anal? Fisting? Bondage? Enemas? Suction? Double penetration? Triple?
Nope. Anything goes. Except fake tits. And fat. Sorry. Don't want that. She laughed and leaned forward. She felt my tits and acknowledged how real they were. She said next stop was the fantasy changing room.
It was a plush changing room with a locker. I put my valuables safely away and stipped down. I picked a black spandex tank dress and heels. The chick sat there and watched the whole time. She must have been under strict instructions to only watch. Guess it was part of the fantasy.