Surprise

You take a quick cold shower to regain focus. You step out dry off and make yourself some coffee. You’ve never heard of the brand, but it is rich and flavorful.

As you sip away, you hear a knock on you door. You open it, not knowing what to expect.

Standing in the doorway is the actor of your dreams.

“Hello, Marsha?”

You almost freeze on your undercover name. “...Yes.”

“Deborah sent me up. She said something about you needing to reaffirm your heterosexuality.”

“I...uh.”

He poses sexually. “Besides, I really wanted to show off my first treatment.”

He is literally everything you’ve dreamed about in a man. He has dark hair, beautiful tan skin, deep blue eyes, and a movie star smile.

“Don’t...I...want...ah...”

He pulls you into a kiss. It is slow and passionate. For a moment you forget who he is and feel down his pants.

Not only is he rich, famous, and amazingly handsome, he is well endowed as well. He picks you up and carries you into the bedroom.

You slip off you dress and knives before he sees them. By the time you toss them aside, he is naked.

There is something primal about him. He charges you like an ancient warrior with his sword drawn. As he sheaths it in you, you gasp in pleasure.

He picks up the pace and you are back on the edge of orgasm in minutes.

You can’t help but think, ‘I’m straight, definitely straight,’

You moan.

He slows the pace leaving you on the edge. Finally, after gently fucking you for what seems like an eternity, he pounds you hard.

You scream.

After a bit of relaxing, he rises and gets dressed.

“That was fun. Perhaps, we’ll do it again?”

You manage a nod.

You watch his ass as he leaves your room and realize you are doing a terrible job of investigating. Who would have a five star hedonistic resort could be so distracting.

You roll over. You need to look around the place.