Lavish Sensation Spa

Lavish Sensation Spa

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Lavish Sensations is a well-kept secret in South California; the clientele are pampered with facials, body massages, waxing, manicures, and other numerous services. But the real moneymaker is on the lower level, private rooms allow people to express their wildest fantasies in anonymously. It is expensive but worth the cost to the affluent clientele. The employees at Lavish are amongst the hottest and the best at what they do. Ava Edwards has everything she ever wanted-she has Stuart, her sexy, loyal husband; Jax and Sloan, her two great sons; and a dynamic sex life as the madam of Lavish Sensations, a brothel masquerading as a spa catering specifically to the wealthy and elite.

Summary

Lavish Sensations is a well-kept secret in South California; the clientele are pampered with facials, body massages, waxing, manicures, and other numerous services. But the real moneymaker is on the lower level, private rooms allow people to express their wildest fantasies in anonymously. It is expensive but worth the cost to the affluent clientele. The employees at Lavish are amongst the hottest and the best at what they do.
Ava Edwards has everything she ever wanted-she has Stuart, her sexy, loyal husband; Jax and Sloan, her two great sons; and a dynamic sex life as the madam of Lavish Sensations, a brothel masquerading as a spa catering specifically to the wealthy and elite.

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Submitted: January 21, 2011

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In a room on the lower level, Ava Edwards, the owner of Luxurious Sensations, greeted possible clients, a husband and wife, with a friendly welcome. The consultation room was lavish and extravagantly furnished; behind Ava’s desk was a wall of TV which allowed her to see everything going on in the upper and lower levels. Ava didn’t usually interview couples because she didn’t want to be recognized outside her business, but the person who usually did the job had called in sick. So the interviewing was left up to Ava, she donned a black wig and had covered her face with makeup.
Ava gazed at the paperwork in her hands and turned her attention to the Walton, the couple in front of her. They both had a snooty air about them and had irritated Ava on sight. The wife looked to be in her mid 20s and wore a dress that complimented her shape and her husband who was at least twenty years her senior, wore a nicely cut, black business suit.
“Everything is in order. I have approved your application. So what can we do for you?”
“I am an executive for a big company and I work long hours. I make a good, honest living and-“
“And your point is?”
Ava glanced at her desktop clock; she had another consultation in fifteen minutes and didn’t have time to listen to a long speech.
“I am getting to the point. I put my wife through seven years of school. She has a master in Business, she has a useless job.”
“So…you want a teacher/student fantasy?” Ava asked.
“No, my whore of a wife cheated on me, with our gardener. It seems she has a taste for the poor and deprived. I’m not good enough for her anymore.”
“That’s not true. I love you,” Mrs. Walton whined. “You are never home.”
“I work, hard. Of course you wouldn’t understand,” Mr. Walton said as he gave his wife a disgusted look.
“So what do you want,” Ava asked. She was getting annoyed with the bickering.
“I want her to get a good spanking for cheating.” He rolled his eyes at his wife, she tried to maintain her impassive expression but couldn’t. Crinkling with embarrassment she dropped her glance.
“Oh!” Ava perked up. “Well we have a special room designed for punishment. It has a selection of spanking devices from whips to hair brushes. All you have to do is sign a consent form.”
She reached in her desk and pulled out two forms, she slid down across the desk to the couple.
Mr. Walton eagerly signed his while Mrs. Walton refused to pick up the pen.
“Belinda, sign the form. Or getting ready to kiss your lavish lifestyle good-bye.”
Mrs. Walton grabbed the form and angrily signed it. She pushed the form toward Ava and ran out of the room.
Ava set an appointment with Mr. Walton before shaking his hand goodbye before going to her next consultation.
I need an assistant, she thought to herself as she welcome in the new couple.
“I’m home,” Ava announced as she walked through the door of her home. She lived in the Edwards family manor, it sat on three acre of land and her neighbors were the elite of Southern California.
Ava heard running feet and loud barking. Around the corner came her sons, nine-year old Sloan and five-year old Jax, followed by the family’s three golden retrievers.
Ava pulled her sons in her arms and kissed both on the top of their black heads. Both had inherited their father’s dark locks and his green eyes, but they had Ava’s nose and mouth. 
Ava felt strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind. Her eyes slid close and she inhaled the familiar sense of her husband-he always smelled of coffee and Everstone cologne. Ava turned in his arms and pressed her lips against his.
Sloan quietly pulled his brother and their pets back to the kitchen, where their chef was baking a chocolate cake.
“What have my boys been up to,” Ava asked Stuart when she drew back from the kiss to draw breath.
Stuart swung her up into his arms and walked them down the hallway to his office, the closest place where they could have privacy. He locked the door behind them and sat Ava down on his nine hundred dollars wooden desk. He kneeled down to pull Ava’s high heels off.
“We all played hooky today. I took the boys to play golf. Sloan has potential; Jax is horrible at it, much like his mother.”

 

Ava playfully kicked at him. He grinned and grabbed the offensive foot. He pulled it until it leveled with his mouth; he kissed the stocking-clad arch of it.
Ava stood up and turned her back. Stuart slowly unzipped her dress, kissing the skin he exposed. The dress pooled at Ava’s feet, where she kicked it off. She was clad in a strapless bra, a tiny bikini, and her stockings.
A low groan came from Stuart. He turned Ava and slammed his lips down onto hers. His hands curled in her hair as he took possessive of her mouth. He adroitly unhooked her bra letting it fall to the floor and in one swift pull, her panties joined her bra.
He wrapped his fingers around her waist and laid her onto the desk. He quickly tugged off his t-shirt and yanked his jeans and boxers down.
He bent down and pressed his mouth to her stomach. His lips worked lower, leaving a burning trail. She parted her legs even as he inserted a hand between them.
She knew she looked like a wanton, all sprawled out before him, ready for him to take. His gaze worked up and down her body, and she delighted in the desire she saw there. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
She wanted Stuart to know how much she love and value him. Stuart delighted in every bit of her wickedness while other powerful men would’ve tried to squash it.
“I burn when you look at me like that, Ava. I am so hard right now for you.
“Come here,” she ordered, crooking her finger at him
He lowered his toned body over hers, and she wrapped her arms tightly around him. She didn’t wait for him, she meshed her lips against his, kissing him hungrily.
Her mouth worked hot over his, and their breathing became heavier as their tongues clashed and dueled. His hands slid down her waist, dug underneath to cup her buttocks.
His cock nudged impatiently between her thighs. He worked his hands down to the back of her legs then spread her further. In one hard push, he was inside her.
She sucked in her breath. It caught in her throat then expanded her chest as a rush of electricity surged through her veins.
“God, you’re so delightful,” he groaned. “You feel so damn good.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper. She loved it as he buried every inch just as deeply as he could go. He stretched her. Stroked the insides of her pussy until she squirmed and bucked beneath him.
Before she could register the build of her orgasm, it exploded on her with earth-shattering force. She went wild beneath him. She buried her face in his neck, chanting “oh God” over and over again.
Stuart held her tight, rocking into her as currents of fire streaked through her abdomen. Every muscle in her body strained against him. Finally she gasped as her orgasm eased. She relaxed in Stuart’s arms and melted against the desk.
Above her, he chuckled then kissed her. He was still rock hard, buried in her pussy.
“You sure were in a hurry,” he said as he kissed her again.
“You make me crazy,” she said hoarsely. “I love being with you.”
He moved his hips, retreating for a moment before sliding back into her. She let out a small sigh of pleasure as the tiny tremors of her orgasm subsided.
He thrust in a slow, sensual pattern. Back and forth, taking his time.
She shoved at his chest. “Get in your chair,” she directed.
He raised an eyebrow in surprise.
“I want on top.”
He grinned and slid out of her. He sat in the chair behind his desk. She hopped off the desk and put a knee on side of his hips and suddenly she sat atop him. When she pushed down his cock buried in her pussy.
She wanted to make it as good for him as he had for her. She wanted to possess him. Make him beg for mercy.
She leaned forward, letting her hair fall over her shoulders as she kissed him. He framed her face in his hands and kissed her back. Hungry. Hot. Needy.
Her hips shook against him as she began to move. Stuart closed his eyes as she positioned her hands on his shoulders and began to slide up and down on his cock. His hands reached for her hips, helping her as she rode him.
She curled her fingertips into the hard muscles of his shoulder. She slid them down to caress his chest and abdomen and fiddle in the fine line of hair that ran from his navel to the hollow in his chest.
Then she lowered her head and ran her tongue over the muscled ridges her fingers had just traced. He flinched and let out a desperate moan. She smiled.
“Faster, Ava. Ride me faster.”
His hands urged her on as his movements became more desperate. He was close. She could feel the swell as he grew more rigid inside her.
She did as he asked, wanting to give him back the pleasure he’d given her.
He closed his eyes tight and arched into her. His hands pressed into the flesh of her hips as he surged one last time. He cried out as he erupted, and she felt a keen sense of satisfaction.
“Come here,” he muttered as he gathered her in his arms.
He pulled her down to him, and she could feel his heart racing against her cheek. He kissed the top of her head and ran gentle fingers through her hair.
“That was amazing. If I could bottle you up and sell it, I would be a billionaire.”
“You already are,” Ava said as she slid her tongue out and begun to tease his nipple. Inside of her Stuart was growing hard again.
“Again?”
Stuart grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.


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