The Orgasm Resort
by Amaverena

Luxury resort with one purpose: to make you cum.

Loyal to its name, this is a very specific resort. Nothing like those ones you see with tourists walking around with their children, eating ice creams and hotdogs at whatever o'clock. Its clientele is rather particular. With rather particular expectations. This is the orgasm resort.

The only resort in the whole world where people can go in complete anonymity just to cum. No judgement. No questions asked. Every single person is there for that sole reason.

It has all the usual amenities that any other luxury resort might offer but with one rather unique difference -- everywhere you go there is a machine ready to get you off. All you have to do is pick the desired spot and get into position.

The restaurant, for example, has chairs designed to open up underneath with a machine below you that has a tongue-textured attachment that strokes you all over while you enjoy your meal. It's a wonderful experience getting rimmed gently while eating something delicious.

The bar has a huge variety of sterilised dildos perched on the stools at the bar, and when you order your drink, you can choose between another variety of toys to play with under the table as well. Clit suckers, bullets, feathers, wands... you name it.

It's not just for women, of course; plenty of sleek fleshlights line up against the bar for men to sink into as they enjoy a cocktail or two.

Of course, nobody wears underwear. Practically all women wear dresses or skirts, and men mostly wear baggy shorts which they can quite easily pull to one side and let their cocks out of the leg, or they can purchase shorts with a flap that undoes and leaves them bare from front to back -- also good for getting rimmed.

Rebecca promised herself she'd go with an open mind.

She's so fucking horny.

She's read all the reviews and finally decided it was worth a try.

Rebecca is a psychoanalyst who works in a hospital. Most of her life is consumed by long shifts, exhaustion, and other people's problems. She doesn't have many close friends outside work, and relationships feel like more effort than she currently has the energy to give.

But she's sick of masturbating. She wants to be touched. Also, the idea of a long weekend full of gorgeous orgasms sounds wonderful.

The reception area gives nothing away.

A pretty girl is there waiting to welcome the guests, dressed in white with one of those small golden name tags.

"Good afternoon," she greets Rebecca as soon as she walks through the sliding doors. "Welcome, do you have a room booked with us this weekend?"

Rebecca smiles politely, faintly surprised at how normal it all feels.

"Yes, my name is Rebecca Gale. Three nights."

The receptionist types quickly before nodding.

"Ah yes," she says. "You are in room 103. It's a lovely room, overlooking the pool. Dinner will be served from seven o'clock, and you can come any time between then and ten. All of our services are set up and available twenty-four seven. You can request room service if you wish."

A strange confidence she wasn't expecting settles over her.

She's a grown woman on a solo vacation. It feels unexpectedly empowering.

"One more thing", the receptionist says pleasantly, opening a small velvet-lined drawer beneath the desk. Inside sit several smooth metallic discs, each about the size of a coaster.

"Guests are given a preference marker upon arrival. Green means you're comfortable being watched or approached socially while using the resort facilities. White means observation only from a respectful distance. Black indicates complete privacy."

Lucy slides one toward her.

"Most guests place them visibly on tables or beside their loungers. Staff will also automatically honour your preference."

Rebecca turns the disc over between her fingers.

White, maybe?

Her room appears perfectly ordinary.

Nothing whatsoever would imply the nature of this resort. That is until she opens the drawer to her bedside cabinet and finds a very sophisticated-looking collection of toys.

The first thing she does is have a shower.

She wants to begin the experience feeling entirely new.

By the time she finishes drying her hair and smoothing expensive body lotion over her skin, she already feels softer somehow -- indulged.

She makes her way down to the lobby. Again, nothing would indicate anything out of the ordinary.

The bar is just a few metres down the corridor, and as she takes the last few steps to the door, she realises that the butterflies in the stomach aren't just those of nerves but of excitement. A dull ache deep in her tummy constantly reminds her of why she's here.

Her breath quickens as she gets closer, and just as she turns the corner, she finds a relatively normal room. People, mostly alone, are drinking while reading a book, or looking at their phones, or just gazing out of the window. Had she not known that probably all of these people are currently having their genitals played with, she'd not look twice.

It's so much more sophisticated than she expected.

She approaches the bar and as expected, the stools are covered with various objects. Some are rather intimidating. There's a sort of dragon cock on one, a unicorn horn on another, so Rebecca makes her way down the row to the more sober-looking dicks. She wants to laugh at her inner thoughts but refrains.

Finally, she picks a Sybian seat with a modest dildo, small enough that she can take a seat without having to climb up on top of it.

The bartender floats past and places a small bottle of lube in front of her.

"I'll let you get seated and be back in a moment to take your order, Miss Gale."

Rebecca blushes at the fact that he knows. But the truth is he truly seems to not be at all fazed by it all.

She picks up the bottle, impressed by the fact that it's warm, and flips the top off. Without overthinking anything, she drizzles some right over the tip of the dildo and tries to look somewhat nonchalant while getting up on the stool and sliding it into her pussy. She hadn't realised how wet her pussy was until she felt the dildo slip in.

Her dress flows around her, and in any ordinary bar there would be absolutely no reason to suspect anything out of the ordinary. However, the Sybian begins to hum softly beneath her. The dildo vibrates just a little, just enough to feel it. The base begins to flutter too, and she immediately dips her hips forward, pressing her clit into the vibration.

"Miss Gale, can I get you anything?" The bartender asks, not missing a beat and probably having watched her get 'comfortable' before approaching her again.

Rebecca takes a breath; pretending there is nothing extraordinary going on, she answers, "I'll have a glass of white wine, please."

"Of course, coming right up",

She waits, quiet and self observant. It's nice. It feels really nice.

The bartender places her wine in front of her. "Anything else, Miss Gale?"

Rebecca looks at him, her eyes already a little heavier than before.

"Anything for your clit?" he asks, perhaps slightly quieter than before. "I can show you the menu, if you'd like. Or make a suggestion."

Rebecca can feel her face flush with heat. Fuck. She doesn't know if it's hot or if it's incredibly embarrassing.

"Uhm, n--" she begins to stutter, "no, thank you. I'm fine."

"Ok, don't hesitate to call me over if you change your mind."

And, luckily, he leaves her alone. The bar isn't crowded, so she's quite safe in her little bubble at the bar. She does discreetly turn around just to have a look at the rest of the room. Now that she looks with a little more attention, there are a few telltale signs. The man in the corner reading a book has his eyes closed and head slightly tilted back. The woman at the window is gently rocking back and forth.

Knowing that everyone in the room is...masturbating (is that even the right word for what this is?) is hot in a way that creeps up on her slowly. There's no writhing or moaning, just the quiet knowledge that everyone is going to cum right there in the same room as her.

Rebecca takes a sip of her wine. It's cool and expensive-tasting with a hint of oak. Rebecca grinds herself down a little on the dildo. She wants to feel it deep inside as she enjoys her wine. For the moment she doesn't care to get her clit over-excited; the full feeling is nice, and honestly, she wants to indulge.

Moments tick by, each one making her more and more comfortable in her skin. The lady in the window rocks a little faster, a little more urgently. Something inside tells Rebecca she shouldn't watch her, but her disc is green, and Rebecca simply can't pull her gaze away as the woman is obviously getting closer.

Rebecca can almost feel it all along with her as she speeds up and then finally breaks into deeper, slower movements.

She just came.

Rebecca just watched a stranger fuck herself to orgasm in a room full of people.

Fuck. Her pussy flutters around the dildo, and she instinctively pushes herself down to feel the thrum on her clit.

Before she has time to get in her head about it and rub too much, a girl, not much older than her, takes the stool two places down from her. She truly is nonchalant about it. She squirts her own personal lube over the veiny dildo -- a bit larger than Rebecca's -- and pulls her skirt up to her hips. She pulls her panties to the side and sinks down onto the toy, letting out a heavy sigh. One of those sighs you make at the end of a hard day.

"You new or just a watcher?"

Rebecca is immediately snapped out of her staring.

"I'm s-- sorry!" she stutters. "I wasn't-- I mean, I was, but I didn't mean to--"

"Stop, you're fine! My disc is green, so you're good," the girl answers.

She's attractive in that almost rugged way. Rebecca imagines her with a Harley Davidson or a truck. Dark eyeliner and tattoos snaking up her arm and disappearing under the Tennessee T-shirt she's wearing. Rebecca thinks that if it weren't for the required easy access to her pussy, she'd be wearing ripped jeans and boots.

"Ooh," the girl gasps quietly. "This one is good." She has her eyes closed, focused on the feeling.

"Hey, Bear," the bartender greets her. She must be a usual.

"Hi, hon," she answers with a soft grunt. "I'll have a whisky sour and a pinpoint, please."

The waiter turns on his heel without missing a beat and returns after a moment with a tumbler and a sleek pinpoint clit vibrator.

Bear grabs the vibrator first and ruffles up her skirt. Rebecca's instincts are screaming at her to turn away, but she can't; she doesn't want to. She watches closely as the pretty brunette slides her panties to the side again and, with two fingers, opens herself up before pressing the buzzing tip to the side of her hooded clit.

The girl moans and arches her back in bliss. Rebecca can't stop herself from letting out a small noise of pleasure herself as her hips push down, searching for friction on her clit.

Bear chuckles under her breath.

"I bet you're a whiner."

Rebecca's brows draw inward.

"I-- I'm not--"

"Yeah, you are. You've already whined three times since I sat down."

Has she? Is she that out of it that she's making noises without even realising?

"S'okay," Bear says, shifting as if trying to get more comfortable. "I'll enjoy my orgasm even more while watching you squirm."

Yep. She whines.

Bear chuckles and moans at the same time.

Rebecca doesn't stop her hips from moving now. The fluttering is making her tingle, and it just feels so nice. Fuck it.

"So, you enjoying your first visit?"

Rebecca smiles politely, knowing full well that her eyes are heavy, drunk in a dull pleasure.

"Yeah, it's...nice."

It sounds like a question.

Bear giggles, her hips now bucking back and forth. Her fingers still holding the toy right there against her clit.

"I've been coming here for years," she grunts, shamelessly grinding her hips. "I could never go without now."

Rebecca also begins to let herself fuck down on the Sybian. The pleasure deep and wonderful.

"Yeah, I get why."

Bear chuckles again.

Rebecca can feel herself getting closer, and she's grateful to have Bear there. Their conversation continues in this staccato kind of pattern. Phrases cut short when a jolt of pleasure hits. Rebecca is so lost now that she doesn't care. It's that feeling of utter abandonment when all you want is to cum. Nothing else matters.

"So, you're a shrink?"

Rebecca wants to laugh, but something else comes out. A weird noise.

Bear also moans a little louder.

"Oooh, fuck. I'm getting close."

Rebecca whines.

Bear laughs out loud, making some of the other patrons turn their heads towards them.

"Told you," she chimes with a grin. "Anyway, you were saying?"

Rebecca goes back to telling her briefly about her job but keeps getting distracted by the burning sensation on her clit. She's leaning into it now. She wants more.

Suddenly Bear grunts louder. "Hold on," she strains.

Rebecca watches her face screw up and her hips stutter.

Fuck. She's cumming.

Bear pants after a moment, moving her hips in a deeper and slower rhythm.

"That was good," she sighs with a smile. "Carry on, don't mind me. I like to finish like this." She then pulls the vibrator from her pussy and reaches behind herself.

Curiosity gets the better of her, and Rebecca leans back to see what she's doing. Bear has her panties pulled to the side and has the pinpoint gently teasing her asshole.

Rebecca's insides quiver. She can't even attempt to stop herself from moaning and grinding down to feel the delicious vibrations on her sensitive clit.

Bear looks at her and smirks.

"Hey, Mitch!" Bear calls over to the bartender. "Give us another pinpoint."

Rebecca is too lost in pleasure to think straight. She can't remember a time that it felt so good. Her clit is throbbing, and the dildo is pressing just right on that spot inside that feels amazing.

The bartender comes back and places the same vibrator as Bear in front of her. It's purple with a small ball head.

"Trust me," Bear murmurs beside her, still teasing her asshole while still slowly grinding on the dildo. "Don't stop until you're completely cummed out. I promise you'll thank me later."

Tentatively, Rebecca takes the toy and pushes the button. It comes to life with a soft vibration. Rebecca feels a wave of excitement wash over her and begins to lift her dress. She closes her eyes and imagines the pleasure that will soon come.

She spreads her legs a little wider, her pussy lips prickle as they open up to welcome the intrusion. A subconscious part of her makes her turn her head around to see if anyone's watching, and there is a man with his eyes fixed on her. His cock is poking out of the side of his shorts, and there's a masturbator clinging to the tip of his cock with soft silicone tendrils.

His face is flushed, his eyes heavy, but more than anything, he's obviously close to blowing his load. Rebecca is suddenly overcome with the desire to push him over the edge and watch him cum.

She presses the pinpoint to the right of her clit, over the hood, and lets out a guttural sound. It's incredible. The dildo inside is still the foundation, that dull, full feeling deep inside, but the pinpoint on her clit burns in a way that Rebecca never wants to stop feeling.

"Oh, that got you, didn't it?" Bear chuckles beside her. "I knew you'd like it," she says.

The guy watching begins to fidget. Visibly agitated as he watches her.

There's no stopping it now. Her orgasm is right there. So close and she's so desperate. Her hips begin to buck faster and faster. She slides the pinpoint up and down between her pussy lips, and every time she gets even remotely close to her clit, she moans a bit louder.

"Fuck," Bear curses beside her again. "You're making me want another one."

It only spurs Rebecca on even more. She adores the fact that people watching her get herself off is turning them on.

"If you turn your disc to green, I'll rim you."

Ugh. Why'd she have to go and say that?

Bear chuckles again.

"Awww, that one slipped out before you could stop it, huh?" she coos. "I bet I can get you off in less than ten seconds."

Rebecca thinks five is probably more likely.

She slowly reaches over to her disc and turns it until it's green.

Bear growls in her throat and hops down from her seat. She's immediately on her knees behind Rebecca, lifting her dress to get access to her asshole.

"Oooooh, tight," she moans. "Arch your back a little."

Rebecca does as she's told and pushes her ass out, letting her back relax and curve downward. A gentle breeze flows over her now bare ass. It's an odd sensation to have your asshole right there in the full view, all open and anticipating.

Then the softest of pressure swipes over her hole. Rebecca exceeds the expectation of being a whiner by letting out a high-pitched noise that can only be described as a rather embarrassing squeal.

Bear laughs right into her ass but doesn't stop.

"Honey, everybody in here knows you're close."

She continues to lap at Rebecca's sensitive skin, making her squirm. The vibe on her clit, the perfect pressure of the dildo deep inside and now a talented tongue dancing over her hole; it's almost impossible to hold back. Rebecca begins to pant and whine pitifully as she rides the gentle waves of pure ecstasy.

Every now and then, Bear pokes the tip of her tongue into her hole, making her jolt and squirm in her seat, which only drives the dildo deeper inside of her. It's a losing battle.

What actually pushes her over the edge, however, is the man still watching them. His cock is still wearing the device, but his dick is drizzling pearly white cum all down the sides, oozing over his leg. His eyes are hooded, but he's not making an effort to remove the toy, so he must be into post-orgasm stimulation.

Fuck. Rebecca loves that.

Rebecca whines in her throat as wave after wave engulf her. Her asshole twitches around Bear's tongue, making her laugh again. Her clit burns with overstimulation, every pulse unbearably perfect. And finally, the dildo gently vibrating inside of her makes her feel full. And right there in a room full of people, she cums. She orgasms all over the dildo; her hole twitches uncontrollably as Bear continues to lap and lick.

She glances at the man who has been watching her the whole time; there's a new dribble of his release trickling down his shaft. He doesn't look away once.

Bear grabs her hips from behind and rocks her gently while still rimming her mercilessly.

"Don't stop yet; make sure you fuck it all out," she says as if she were talking about something totally mundane.

And she does, riding out every last wave until her body finally gives in completely.

Feeling more satisfied than ever before, Rebecca wonders what else this resort has in store for her tomorrow.