The Sex Rehab Diaries: Brooklyn's Confession
Offering anal sessions to married men in the backroom of her sex shop lands Brooklyn in Sex Rehab...
“I’m Brooklyn, and… whatever… I guess I’m a sex addict.”
I glared at the group of pathetic faces in the circle surrounding me. This is so fucking lame. Why did I sign up for this? It was bad enough that I’d had to endure public humiliation when the scandal broke, but being away from the city in this touchy feely rehab centre set my nerves more on edge than they did to soothe them, which I’m sure was their original intention. From the moment I’d checked into The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health, I’d been surrounded by over indulgent smiles and supportive pats on the back, as though I was in constant danger of having a meltdown or a tantrum. Maybe that’s what actual sex addicts needed, like the slutty cheerleader who had read us her diary the day before, about fucking half of her wedding party in a drugged out gangbang. She’d practically creamed herself reading it during our group therapy session. Yeah, real remorse there, I thought with a grin.
As I looked around the circle of smiling faces in that day’s therapy session, I was certain that there were legitimate sex addicts among them. Everyone had that air of edgy horniness, like they were teenagers who hadn’t jerked off for more than 24 hours, therefore causing them all to be constantly on the verge of an erection or wet panties. I had pretty much laughed at the “no masturbation” clause in our orientation package. I had shook my head innocently at the counselor when she’d asked me if I’d packed any toys or masturbation aids.
She did a cursory check of my luggage and purse and then left. Luckily I had managed to hold my laughter in until the door had closed. No masturbation? Fuck those rules. I dug into my purse and my fingers seized hold of my mini-vibrator that was discreetly shaped to look like an innocent tube of lip-gloss and plugged it in to charge up in the bathroom. There was no way I was going to go six weeks without any playtime. And besides that, they shouldn’t be surprised. After all, I do own a sex shop.
“Well, Brooklyn, we look forward to hearing your story today,” Dr Clark said in our group therapy session.
Dr Clark was supposedly a renowned psychotherapist, but she looked like a repressed Malibu Barbie. Her blonde hair was tight in a bun, and she wore black-rimmed glasses to make her appear to be an intellectual, even though by the looks of her face and body she had probably been a high-class stripper at one point. I was familiar with the look, as I had been one myself, to put myself through college, years earlier. Besides, it wasn’t that hard to get a psychotherapy degree. She definitely must have had some kind of dark past. Who else would want to run a sex rehab treatment centre and listen to perverts complain about their sexual deviancies.
“So tell us about yourself, Brooklyn,” she went on, her pen poised to make notes in her book.
I drew in my breath. “Well, I’m a 27 year old businesswoman first and foremost. I run what used to be a very successful erotic boutique in the downtown core, called Misdemeanors. We sell, oh, I guess your typical range of products… dildos, butt plugs, lubes, strap-ons, porn, vibrators, sex swings, plastic pussies, whips and chains, as well as a very luxe line of sex costumes and wigs. Nothing cheap. I wanted the store to be the utmost in sexual luxury and class. Anyway, it had been running perfectly for about a year and I had built a steady clientele but then the recession hit. And let’s just say that when people aren’t making cash, they aren’t spending disposable income buying sex toys and porn. They’re more than happy to make it work with their hands and fingers and just jerk off to the latest Sears catalogue.”
I heard a murmur of laughter and I smiled, starting to warm up to the crowd.
“So, business was going under in a hurry, and you know… I live alone and it’s not the easiest thing to float an expensive business in an urban centre. Real estate is at a premium and my monthly rent on the shop was astronomical. But still, you know… I was making things work, just barely. I guess you can say that some desperation and anxiety was starting to set in. I was anxious to make those sales… any sales really. I started wearing more provocative outfits to work. I mean, I had all these sex costumes that I was selling, so why not wear them and walk back and forth by the front windows while the streets were busy at the lunch hour. I thought I could attract a little attention, and hopefully get some new customers. My favourite was this French maid outfit that was backless. I used to wear it without a bra, and with long black stockings with the seaming up the back leg.”
“Damn, that must have looked hot,” the guy to my left exclaimed, almost as though he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
“Shane,” Dr Clark said disapprovingly, looking down her black-rimmed spectacles at him. “I don’t want Brooklyn to feel like she’s on display during her introduction, thank you.”
The guy was attractive and athletic, and I couldn’t resist winking at him when Dr Clark turned back to making her notes. We shared a little smile.
“It’s ok,” I said finally, turning back to the class. “I’m not offended. I know I’m a hot piece. I guess I should mention that I used to be a stripper in college. But just to put myself through school. Like I said, I’m a businesswoman first and foremost.”
In reality, I knew I was one very fine looking businesswoman. I had a curvy tight body with very perky small breasts and a rather luscious ass. It had always been my best feature. It was round and high and very firm, and I loved wearing low-slung jeans when I was out so that people could see just a hint of a brightly coloured thong or g-string peeking out the back. I had long, rich dark hair and bright blue eyes, and a full mouth. Blowjob lips, they used to call them back when I was a dancer. I guess you can say that I knew how to work my best assets. And walking back and forth in front of that store window day after day in skimpy sex costumes eventually attracted customers.
Luckily, I was in the financial district, right across from a large office building. I have no idea what they did there, but there were men and women in suits everywhere. And with those suits came the premise of bank accounts with money, and an openness to buying luxury non-necessities like sex toys and porn.
“Brooklyn, did you complete your diary entry exercise?” Dr Clark asked.
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, yes, I did the diary entry.”
I went to my seat to pick up the notebook I’d been writing in the night before, grinning at the little blonde cheerleader slut named Kylie who had been sharing her story with us the day before. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. I went into lots of dirty details.”
Kylie squirmed in her chair as though she was already getting turned on, and crossed her legs with a little embarrassed grin.
I went back to the front of the room, and hooked a thumb into one of the pockets of my tight jeans.
“Should I… just begin?” I asked, waiting for Dr Clark’s cue.
“Please,” she said encouragingly. “And remember class, we’re not here to judge Brooklyn. We’re here to support her on her path to recovery.”
I sighed. Fucking psychobabble. Did anyone really take this seriously? The only reason I was there was because I had made that damned agreement with those jealous bitches. I would go to rehab to get ‘help’, and they would stop picketing in front of my shop with signs screaming “homewrecker” and “anal whore.” Just thinking about them made my eyes narrow. If I could have gone back in time and done it all over again, I would have changed a lot. But as I came to realize, standing there that day at The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health, the past can never completely be erased.
I began to read.
It all started that one Friday afternoon just before Valentine’s Day. The lunch hour was just ending and I was doing inventory on a shipment of butt plugs, when I heard the bell ring as the door to the shop opened. A tall dark haired guy walked in, and seemed to get an appreciative eyeful of my exposed ass in the little French maid outfit I was wearing. I caught a peek at him over my shoulder, and took my time standing up, from where I was bent over, letting him get a nice look at my luscious ass in those French cut lace panties. It was customary for me to flirt with male customers. It always seemed to help with sales.
“Welcome to Misdemeanors,” I said with a smile, finally turning around and giving him my sexiest smile. “Is there anything in particular that I can help you with?”
I had to admit that he was one good-looking man. He looked to be in his early thirties, and was wearing a dark expensive looking suit. I noticed his green eyes right away, they were intense and also a little bit mischievous. “Uhm, I’m hoping so.”
He made his way over to me slowly, pretending to be looking at the collection of toys and accessories I had hanging on the walls and stocked on shelves. He seemed a little nervous, and he kind of won me over with his boyish smile.
“Are you looking for something for yourself, or for your…” I glanced at his left hand and felt my heart sink with disappointment once I saw the platinum band. Damn it! “…wife?”
“Something for both of us hopefully,” he said as he finally approached the counter.
“Well, we specialize in erotic toys for couples,” I assured him with a playful smile, unable to stop myself from flirting with him. “What did you have in mind?”
“Uhm… well, this is kind of embarrassing to discuss…”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “There’s no need to be shy about it. We’re all sexual creatures. Primal and lusty at the heart of it. And we all have our urges.”
“Yes, we do,” he said, his green eyes lingering as they traveled up and down my body. He was obviously appreciating what he was seeing, and I arched my back slightly to flaunt my curvy body to its best advantage.
“My wife wants to try anal sex,” he said finally. “Or rather, I want to have anal sex with her, and she’s just now coming around to the idea. And I was thinking… maybe some toys, or something to help get her in the mood might be helpful to, you know… loosen her up.”
“I see, ok, well have you had experience with anal sex before?”
He laughed with obvious discomfort and averted his gaze. “Uhm, actually I’ve just never been lucky enough to have a girl that was open to it, I suppose.” He leaned across the counter and winked at me. “I guess I’ve always dated the good girls, even though I’ve always had a hankering for the bad girls.”
We shared a dirty smile. He was hitting all my weak spots. Corrupting guys like him in my youth had always been my specialty.
I spent the next hour with a spread of butt-plugs and slim vibrators on the countertop. I showed him everything we had in the store that might help ease his wife’s nerves when it came to giving up her anal virginity to him.
He was appreciative of my enthusiasm in talking about the subject. After all, a detailed conversation about the joys of ass fucking with a tight-bodied girl in a French maid outfit would surely be enough to make anyone horny. And I’ll admit I was feeling it too. It was just one of those kinds of days… the end of the week, raining outside with just a hint of thunder, and a darkened sex shop, surrounded by reminders of what we both wanted to be indulging in. I could feel the moisture and tingling between my legs as we talked.
“Do you have some kind of an instructional video that I could buy? You know, just to get a feel for what I’m supposed to do? I mean I don’t want to end up hurting her or anything. Otherwise it’ll be the first and only time I get a chance at her ass, if you know what I mean.”
“Uhmm…” I stalled, looking around the store, but knowing ahead of time that we had no ‘anal instructional videos’ of any kind. I knew I was on the precipice of a great sale. He seemed to have agreed that a graduation of different sized sex toys, starting from a slim butt plug and working his way up to a larger dildo was a great idea. I mentally calculated the sale of high-end toys he seemed interested in, and bit my lower lip. It was going to be substantial. I certainly didn’t want to give him the opportunity to just say he would think about it, and have him walk away empty handed.
“Well, if you want, I’m sure I can do the demo of toys for you,” I said finally. I shrugged casually making it seem like it was no big deal.
“You mean… like a live demo?” his eyes were wide with surprise, as though not quite believing his good luck.
“Sure. I mean I have an ass, obviously,” I said with a wry grin, “and I have some lube in the backroom. Why don’t we go back there and I’ll… just… demo any of the items that you’re interested in.”
I could feel my panties soaking, even as I made the offer. It was an invitation that no red-blooded man could refuse, and I knew it.
He followed me into the backroom of the store and I brought the collection of dildos with me, swishing my ass back and forth for his benefit as I walked in front of him. I might as well give him a good show, I thought. After all, he was totally hot, and very much my type, and he clearly had money to spend. I had a feeling there might be more sales in my near future.
“I’m Brooklyn, by the way,” I said, as I pulled up a stool for him to sit on.
“I’m Alex,” he said. I could feel his eyes on me as I arranged the dildos on a side table.
“Well, Alex, I should say up front that I’m not the type of girl to just spread her ass for random customers here, but I want to help you out. I guess I can sympathize with your situation. A lot of girls just don’t understand or appreciate anal pleasure the way I do.”
He took off his suit jacket, as though he was already getting a little warm, and loosened his tie.
“Well this is definitely… unorthodox for me as well,” he laughed. “But I guess I trust you. You are the expert.”
I grinned at him. “Well… I guess I should just step out of these panties, and we can get the demonstration started then.”
I made a little show of taking off those black French cut panties. I put one hand on his shoulder to balance myself as I did it, and I could feel that he was muscular and had a great body under that shirt and tie. My panties were rather soaked already, and I’m not sure if he noticed how wet they were as I took them off, but I’m sure he felt the sexual tension between us.
“The most important thing before you start any anal session is a good lube. I’d recommend the water-based kind, that way there’s no taste if you’re inclined to rimming or ass licking as most people call it. I mean… is that… uhm… something that you’re into?”
Fuck, it was definitely getting hot in that room.
He just stared at me. “Christ, I would love to get my tongue into your ass.”
I don’t know if he meant to say it like that, his eyes intense and hungry, just blurting it out that way. But it definitely foiled my attempts at being professional.
I just looked back at him for a moment, weighing my options. OK, maybe I wasn’t exactly weighing my options. Maybe I’m just saying that so that you don’t think I’m a complete skank. I mean, there is no way anyone would pass up an offer like that. When a sexy man offers to slide his tongue into your ass, you say ‘Yes’. Simple.
I said something about that being the best way to relax and warm up the ass, before applying lube and a bunch of other things I can’t remember because I was flushed with anticipation. As I continued to mumble incoherently, he put his hands on my hips and turned me around, pushing me forward on the table.
“Damn,” I breathed, reaching my hands back to grip my ample ass cheeks. I slowly spread them apart, giving him a delicious view of my tight little hole. “Uhm, ok… just… do what you would normally do… if I was your wife.”
I felt his hands stroking the insides of my thighs that were already glazed with pussy juices. He leaned forward and I felt his soft breath on my ass, before I felt his tongue slowly slide up my crack, lingering over the knot of my hole. He did long slow strokes with his tongue a few times, before settling his focus on my puckered rosebud. He encircled it with his tongue several times, swirling it around my tight little opening while I had to remind myself to keep breathing. It was so fucking hot! Finally I felt his tongue pushing against my opening at the same time as his fingers slid into my dripping pussy. He pushed them in as far as they would go until his thumb was left resting on my clit. He began to massage my g-spot and rub my clit and I felt myself relaxing as I exhaled a long series of moans. His warm tongue immediately pushed past my muscular ring and I felt it slide into my ass, wet and undulating in his attempts to further his entry.
For a man who had not enjoyed anal sex yet he had obviously perfected the art of trying to achieve it. He tongue fucked my ass with enthusiasm and skill, as I held my cheeks spread wide apart, letting his free hand work my wet pussy and clit at the same time.
“Mmm… fuck, Alex… you certainly are good at that.”
“You have such a hot little ass,” he gasped, “I’d have my tongue shoved up your ass all day, if I could.” He wedged it back into my hole, and I creamed the front of the desk I was pressed against, moaning as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of my juicy snatch.
“Uhm, you know… it would probably helpful if I just have a good orgasm right now. I mean that’ll really help relax me for when you fuck my ass… Uhm, I mean for when I demonstrate the dildos.”
I knew my slip in words had urged him on and he began to lick my ass with renewed efforts as I writhed on the desk. He massaged my clit with building speed, paying close to attention to the way my body responded. On and on he went, while I wriggled on the desk, softly biting on my knuckles as he tongue fucked me. His enthusiasm was unrelenting. Finally, he shoved his tongue deeply inside me while hitting my g-spot in just the right way to trigger an intense whole bodied climax. I exploded in waves of pleasure, writhing helplessly in his grip. It was unbelievable. I felt a gush of pussy juices and I knew I had soaked his fingers. He waited patiently for me to recover from the intensity of my orgasm, rubbing his hands over my soft fleshy globes, and biting the cheeks of my ass softly as I panted and gasped for breath.
He slid his fingers down into the slippery folds of my pussy. “Maybe we don’t even need lube,” he said with a soft laugh. “You’re pretty wet as it is.”
“Mmm…I know. Just spread all those juices all over my asshole, Alex.”
He obliged, by using his fingers to lubricate my ass, easily sliding a finger into my hole, and getting me relaxed and ready.
“Now I want you to take that red dildo called the Venus Probe, and I want you to try sliding it into my asshole. Make sure you go slow, just the way you would with your wife.”
He took the slim rubber dildo, and carefully began to press the head of it against my asshole. I pushed out against it, until the tip push past my tight ring.
“Oh yeah, baby, just like that,” I urged him.
“How does that feel?” he murmured.
“It feels soooo good….” I assured him, feeling it slide into my depths with ease.
“Now I want you to fuck me with it. Don’t be afraid to go hard with it now that I’m all turned on and relaxed.”
We both seemed to moan together as he slid the dildo into the confines of my asshole. The delicious tightness and heat flamed through me. It was a familiar sensation, and only served to make me feel dirtier and more uninhibited. We were both anticipating the inevitable. There were no further negotiations to make. As he fucked my ass with the rubber toy, I heard him unbuckling and unzipping his pants heard the swish of fabric as they hit the floor, along with his boxer shorts. And then I heard the unmistakable sound of his hand on his cock, stroking his shaft in rhythm to the way he was fucking me with the dildo.
“Are you ready for something a little bigger, Brooklyn?” he asked huskily.
I was still pressed against the cold metal table, and I turned my face to the side and saw his huge, hard dick, beautiful and glistening with pre-cum as he stroked it. God, no wonder his wife was scared of it. He was very well endowed. And yet somehow, it just made me hungrier at the idea of being able to take that cock inside my tight little hole.
“Will you let me fuck your ass?”
I smothered a moan, unable to help my sudden lust. “Oh god, yessss…”
I slid back towards him from my position on the table, pushing my round ass towards him eagerly. “Please fuck my ass,” I begged. “I want to feel that cock sliding in nice and deep. Just pretend that I’m your wife, and fuck me the way you want to fuck her.”
It felt so filthy and depraved to be saying those words. There had been no foreplay, no kissing, and no real focus on our intimacy other than my ass, and in some way it felt deliciously twisted and dirty.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he sighed with amazement, holding his cock with one hand as he moved towards me. He still had his white shirt on, although his tie hung loosely around his neck. “I mean… do you want me to use a condom or something?”
I looked around the table and without seeing anything immediately available, I shook my head. “No, I want to feel your naked shaft in my ass. It’ll feel so good that way, trust me. And besides, I want you to fill me with cum.”
He moaned at my unabashed demands, still amazed that he was about to enjoy the pleasures of anal sex for the first time. The fact that it was with some slutty hot girl in a French maid uniform in the back room of a sex shop seemed to make it all the more thrilling.
I instructed him to pour some lube on his shaft and drip some down into my asshole. He obliged me, like an obedient student, and I began to anticipate what would come next. When I felt the slippery head of his cock begin to press against my asshole, I let out a long moan of excitement.
“Now ease that in nice and slow,” I murmured, keeping my hands and cheek against the cool metal table. My ass was raised up high for him and I pushed back against his dick encouragingly, to alleviate any hesitations he might have had. Finally I could feel the spongy head of his cock slip into my ass, and I asked him to hold steady for a moment, feeling myself relax around his intrusion.
“Mmm… that feels so good Alex,” I gasped. “Your wife is going to love this.”
The dirtiness of my teasing made him groan, reminding us both of how elicit and dirty the moment was.
“Now slide that cock in… all the way.”
Slowly, I could feel him sink into the depths of my ass until I could feel his balls pressing against my soaking wet pussy.
“Oh my god,” he said with a tremulous sigh. “It’s so tight. It feels fucking unbelievable.”
“Yeah?” I teased. “I knew you’d like fucking my tight little ass. Now start sliding it in and out, nice and slow.”
We began to build up a rhythm as I panted against the table, while he held my hips, thrusting in and out of my slippery, well-lubed hole, while I moaned. His cock was the perfect size and filled me up so deliciously. I could tell he was enjoying it from the way he began to pick up the pace an then simultaneously slowing down to prevent his orgasm. He wanted to make this dirty demo last as long as he could.
The pleasure was so exquisite that I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back from urging him on to fuck me harder and more roughly. He gladly obliged me, seizing my hips and slamming his cock into my ass in a series of hard thrusts while my pussy dripped juices down my legs. The room felt incredibly hot, and all of our lusty fucking had me slippery with sweat.
Encouraged by my filthy demands, he grabbed the back of my long dark hair, near my scalp and pulled my head back while he fucked me relentlessly, the loud slaps of his hips colliding with my ass with each thrust echoing in the room. My fists slammed the desk in ecstasy and I muttered obscenities as I rolled towards the peak of my own orgasm. With a series of well-timed thrusts, I came hard with his cock deep inside my ass, my pussy contracting violently, as my violated hole clamped down around his shaft. The intensity of it seemed to set off his own climax, which he’d been struggling to hold back, and he unloaded inside me, filling my hole with hot cum. It splashed against my insides, leaving him with a very slippery series of final strokes inside my cum-coated depths.
He leaned forward against me for a few moments as we both panted and tried to catch our breath. He was still grinding his hips against me, stirring all that creamy cum into my ass as we waited for his dick to soften before he finally slid out.
“That was one hell of an anal demo,” he sighed, as he moved off of me, leaning back against the stool in a daze.
“Better than an instructional video, wasn’t it,” I said with a grin, turning around to face him. “I think you’re going to have a hell of a Valentine’s Day evening with your wife.”
He just smiled at me, the pleasure of the moment still smeared across his face. “If it goes anything like this, then yeah, definitely. I’m still kind of speechless.”
We shared a laugh, as he put his pants and jacket back on, while I slid my panties back up over my sore little ass. I could feel his cum just beginning to ooze into my panties as I walked him to the front of the store and cashed him out for the afternoon. As it turned out, it was a great sale. He bought everything that I had suggested, as well as a few extras.
To be honest, I thought that was going to be the end of it. I thought it had just been a hot fuck on a dark and rainy afternoon. So when he walked back into my shop a week later, I was a little stunned to see him.
“Alex,” I said with surprise, looking up from the stack of porn videos I was placing onto the shelf. “I’m surprised to see you. How did the evening with your wife go.”
He walked in, kind of sheepishly, his hands in his pockets. “Let’s just say it didn’t go nearly as well as our afternoon last week.”
I tried to hide my little thrill of glee. I don’t know why I felt happy about it. But I guess it had stroked my ego.
“You didn’t get to fuck her ass, did you,” I said sympathetically.
He shook his head. “Nope. And to tell you the truth. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking yours again.”
“Oh yeah,” I said teasingly. I could feel the little shorts of my cheerleader sex costume I was wearing start to dampen.
“Do you think… I mean… I know it was just a ‘demo’ last week, but… I’d love to get inside your ass one more time.”
He was looking at me with hopeful eyes and that boyish grin, and he just looked so sexy standing there. I felt a rush of power. Wordlessly I walked to the front of the store and switched my ‘open for business’ sign to ‘closed’. Then I took his hand and led him to the backroom again.
“You love fucking my ass, don’t you,” I kept teasing him.
“I’ve been thinking about it all week,” he swore, eagerly running his lusty gaze over my body as he quickly took his pants and boxers off. I spun around for him in my cheerleader outfit, letting him catch a glimpse of my luscious plump cheeks in the little white boy-shorts under the red cheerleader skirt. I slid the tight cropped red sweater up over my braless tits, squeezing them and pulling on my rubber hard nipples.
“Damn, you are unbelievably sexy,” he marveled.
I tossed my mane of long dark hair and winked at him, as I slowly turned and slid the white panties down my long legs, so that he could enjoy the sight of the firm ass that he would soon be fucking again.
Then I slid down onto my knees, and began sucking his beautiful cut cock, feeling it hard and pulsing in my mouth. He just stared down at me, watching me work my soft lips along his shaft until it was glistening wet. I ran my tongue along the sensitive underside and looked up at him submissively.
“You want me to be your dirty little ass whore?”
We teased each other, over and over, as he urgently slid my cheerleader skirt up and laid me back onto the table, this time on my back with my legs up in the air. I was furiously masturbating my clit as he lubed up his cock, before slowly sinking it deeply into my ass, as he looked down at me, half naked on the table, our eyes locked with a kind of lusty, primal passion. Over and over he fucked me that afternoon in every position we could think of. He was assertive and aggressive in his efforts, knowing exactly how he wanted to use me for his pleasure. He filled my hole with cum three times before we were both spent and laying against the cool metal of the table, side by side.
“You know… I talked to some of the guys at work about what happened last week.”
“Oh yeah,” I mumbled absently, still lost in the haze of our dirty anal sessions.
“It seems that ass fucking isn’t often on the menu after you get married. They were damn jealous.”
“Mmm hmm… they must have thought you were quite the stud, then.”
He laughed softly. “Actually they were wondering if you would be open to… more lunchtime demonstrations, if they were to pass by the shop sometime.”
I giggled, finding the entire situation hilarious at first. “Ah, you mean they all want to fuck my ass now.”
“Haha… yeah, kind of…”
Always a businesswoman, my mind began immediately swimming with possibilities.
“Well if I did this, it would have to be considered an educational session. Not just a random fuck,” I said finally. The idea began to crystallize in my mind very quickly. “I mean, I think we could maybe work something out for… let’s say, an instructional fee…”
He turned his head to the side and smiled at me. “Of course. And maybe I could even set up these lunch hour appointments for you. That is, if I can keep fucking that tight little ass of yours every Friday afternoon.”
“Mmm… I think we can arrange something that like that,” I said with a devious grin.
“You are definitely one of the bad girls, Brooklyn. And I’m absolutely loving it.”
After that afternoon, Alex became almost like my professional pimp on some level. He arranged lunchtime meetings for his yuppie friends and coworkers. I couldn’t believe the number of men that were eager for my ‘anal sessions’ as we called them. Business was suddenly booming. It wasn’t just the money I was making for the transactions. They shopped in my store too, and become fairly regular customers. Just walking in to buy a box of condoms or a porn DVD would give them an obvious hard on when they saw me, anticipating their next appointment. Not to mention the fact that traffic outside my store increased as I continued wearing skimpy little sex costumes and walking by the windows all day. I had no idea how many people Alex had told, but I felt like everyone was looking at me just a little bit differently.
And then it happened. That inevitable afternoon that I should have seen coming long before it actually happened.
It was just before the Christmas holidays, and Alex had sent up a few back-to-back appointments that day, since my clients would be away with their families the following week. Three guys that were friends had come in together, and they all wanted to watch each other. I tried to encourage the two I wasn’t servicing to browse around the shop, but they weren’t very interested in looking at toys and DVDs when there was a live porn show going on in the backroom. Because three of them had come in, I got distracted trying to arrange the dynamics of the appointment, and I had been careless. I forgot to lock the front door of the shop.
So, we were all in the backroom of the store. The guys were half naked, with their pants off, just standing there and stroking their dicks and watching their friend fuck me. I was wearing a tight little white tank top but it had been pushed up over my breasts. I had left my long black patent leather stiletto boots on and they were up over the shoulders of Rob, the guy that I was instructing during our anal session. He was gripping my thighs to hold me still and sliding his dick in and out of my ass with intense concentration. I could see the little beads of sweat on his brow as he continued to thrust into me.
I was propped up on my elbows with one hand rubbing my clit and the other twisting my hard nipples. My head fell back from time to time, my long dark hair swishing over the metal table. He was one of my steady clients, and a favourite, and he felt so good inside me. Rob was quickly becoming an expert at ass fucking under my careful guidance. I was urging him onward, and begging him to fuck me harder, completely unaware of the fact that there was someone else in my shop. My moans must have carried from the backroom of the store, along with the string of filthy profanities I often yelled during really rough and dirty anal sex.
Before I knew it, there was a commotion and my head lolled to the side to see what had just startled the other two guys. My face was still flushed with pleasure, completely not expecting the sight that greeted me. It was a woman, in her mid thirties in a winter coat and carrying a shopping bag. She just stood there, stunned and in obvious shock.
“Rob!” she shrieked. “What the hell is this?”
Rob, immediately pulled his dick out of my ass, and released his grip on me, making me almost fall off the table. The other guys were rushing to put their pants back on as all hell began to break loose. Rob was running after her, using his coat jacket to cover his still semi-erect cock. I realized at that point that the furious woman was his wife, Jackie. The one who apparently thought anal sex belonged only in the domain of gay men.
“It’s not how it looks,” Rob called after her, in the way that most people do when they are caught red-handed doing something that is very much how it looks.
I pulled my skirt back on and made my way out to the front of the shop where they were arguing. Apparently she had been Christmas shopping in the area and had seen his car parked outside my store.
“You!” she shrieked at me, extending her finger to point at me accusingly. “You… anal whore! Who do you think you are? You’ll pay for this!”
And pay for it, I did. The following week the melodrama continued, and I had three angry wives actually picketing outside my store window, carrying signs that had “Homewrecker” and “Anal Whore” scrawled on them in angry red paint. I actually would have commended their creative audacity if it hadn’t annoyed me so much. By the time four of the other wives of the clients of my ‘anal sessions ring’ joined them, they had developed their own little chant.
“This is the store,
of the anal whore.”
Normally, I would have laughed off their ridicule. Jealous bitches don’t get me down. Besides, I wasn’t the one cheating on them. They should have been picketing outside their husband’s office building, not my store. But needless to say, when they didn’t go away and when their relentless slander continued, I realized I had to throw myself at their mercy.
“What can I do to get you to stop?” I cried finally, wrapping my winter coat around myself tightly as I stormed outside to confront them one afternoon. Part of me was amazed at their persistence.
“Admit that you’re a slut, for one thing!” one of them shouted.
“Ok, I’m a slut,” I shrugged. “Is that it?”
“Commit yourself to sex rehab,” another one spat out. She handed me a brochure to The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health. “If you sign up for and complete this program, then we’ll stop picketing. But we’re not going to leave until you deal with your issues. And until we’re assured that you’re not going to just start up these filthy anal sex sessions with our husbands again!”
I thought about it for a few days but I realized that I had no other choice, other than to sell my shop and relocate completely. And there was no way I was going to allow myself to be run out of town by them. I’m a tough determined girl, and as I said before, I don’t give up easily. That was the moment that precipitated my decision to sign up for the sex rehab treatment program.
Back in my group therapy class at the Belleview Retreat, I stopped reading and looked up at the faces surrounding me. I had no idea what their reactions would be. I had hoped they would understand that I was obviously not a sex addict. I was just there to satisfy the blackmail demands of those vicious women.
“Well Brooklyn,” Dr Clark said, “that’s quite a story.” She looked a little bit startled and a little turned on at the same time. “And do you have any remorse at all for this anal prostitution side-business that you were running?”
“It wasn’t prostitution,” I said quickly. “It was educational. Kind of like sex therapy. I was merely instructing them on good anal sex. You know… just helping them. You should know all about that, Dr Clark. Aren’t you a kind of sex therapist in a way?”
There was muffled laughter from a few people in the class.
Dr Clark looked flustered and almost dropped her clipboard, pushing her glasses further up her nose. Her face flamed red. “It’s hardly the same thing, Brooklyn….”
I grinned inwardly to myself, pleased that I had obviously rattled her.
“Actually, I think it was a great story!” the girl to my right interrupted, giving Dr Clark a chance to compose herself.
I turned to the girl who had intervened on my behalf. She was pretty and petite, with dark blonde hair, and a hint of a European accent that I couldn’t quite place.
“Men need variety, all smart women know this. For me, instead of letting them go find it behind my back, I encourage them to enjoy it with me. And I enjoy a beautiful woman just as much as any man does.”
The girl smiled and leaned back in her chair, and I could swear she was actually scoping my ass. Damn, these people were sex addicts.
“Regardless of your preferences Stacey, we frown on deception when it comes to good sexual health,” Dr Clark stated, as though her opinion was the only one that mattered. “But we’ll get into that after you’ve all had the chance to share your stories. You can sit down for now, Brooklyn.”
I sighed and made my way back to my seat. The truly kinky ones in the room kept their eyes on me and were still smiling.
The little blonde cheerleader girl named Kylie looked like she’d practically creamed herself again, listening to me talk. Her cheeks and upper chest were flushed and she leaned in to whisper into my ear. “That was hot.”
I nodded to her, not wanting to be overly friendly. I wasn’t there to make friends. I just wanted to get the whole thing over with and get back to my store. Every day that I spent in sex rehab was just more lost business, I reminded myself with frustration.
I did, however take an instant liking to Shane, and I winked at him again, even as Dr Clark resumed her position at the front of the classroom. He was still watching me with obvious interest.
“Well,” Dr Clark said, trying to look authoritarian and supportive at the same time. “That was an interesting session today. And I’m sure we’ll all continue to… uhm… grow… through hearing each other’s experiences.
“Actually, I feel like I’m growing right now,” Shane said with a mischievous grin, setting his notebook down over his lap, as though he were hiding an enormous bulge.
The rest of the room laughed. Everyone except Dr Clark, who kept her lips pursed tightly together and waited patiently for the fits of giggles to subside.
Skeletons, I thought to myself. That woman has a closet full of them, for sure.
“Anyway… that’s it for today’s session. Thanks again to Brooklyn this time, for sharing her story with us. If you can all reflect upon her experiences this evening, we can end things for the day. Tomorrow, we’ll have… oh, looks like it will be Stacey speaking to us about how she came to be with us here at The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health.”
The blonde with the European accent smiled widely, as though she could hardly wait for her moment in the spotlight of sexual deviance.
Dr Clark smiled. “Until then, please don’t forget. Sexual addiction is an affliction. And there is a cure. And I promise that you will find it here, so I congratulate you all for finally taking the step towards the path to recovery.”
I tried not to roll my eyes.
And just like that… our second therapy session was adjourned.
*** The End ***
Author’s Note: The Sex Rehab Diaries is an ongoing series, featuring the intimate confessions of the patients of Dr Clark’s group therapy class for sexual addictions at The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health. Stacey’s story is next…