Brandy's Ranch Ch. 01

In the morning, it happened again. She expressed herself that way, as if she was the survivor of some natural phenomenon. For a while, she lay with Dean's arm around her as he whispered some more thoughts that she could not recall consciously later. As she started to drift off again, she realized that Dean was climbing out of bed. His penis hung slack and lolled aimlessly to and fro as he headed to the computer terminal.

Before he had finished logging in, Caitie was cuddled against him. Not anxiously, though, but rather out of curiosity. She felt like they were on the same team now. She peered around him to see the typical hotel-like survey questions first, then jumped up and down and squealed a bit when Dean answered the questions about her favorably. Then, of course, there were the demographic questions. Dean checked 55+ for his age and Caitie blinked. That had been forgotten.

As they dressed for the complimentary morning swim that Brandy had introduced for overnight guests, Dean explained that the purpose of his visit to the Ranch was to test and comment on the survey form, not to evaluate the professionals. But, he continued, he had written down some words on a sheet of paper that he folded over and handed to her. If she had a client that she especially wanted to enjoy, she could just say those trance words and she would recall how she felt with her first boyfriend and how she felt with Dean.

As they walked down to the beach, they passed some of the other overnight customers. Dean saw their expressions, registering that he was an old guy escorting a young woman who looked as though she could float down the stairway on her own joy. And getting out of bed so late!

When they headed out to the warm waters of the lake, the other women were desperate to get away from their johns for "just a moment" to grill Caitie. Their curiosity was pumped up by something that had not occurred to Dean - she was wearing a swimsuit top AND bottom. Both being green shades, the fact that the patterns and material did not match was not too egregious. What surprised them was to see her looking sexy without looking trashy.

Kaylynn paddled over to them. Even with her sharp tongue, the flaming redhead managed to find something nice to say, pointing out that mismatched swimsuits were the latest. Dean reflected to himself that the fashion industry was messing with one of his favorite indicators of a woman's night of passion at a beach resort.

"A gold dollar for your thoughts," laughed Kaylynn, splashing him. She had noticed Dean's attention wandering. "If you want something red to think about, my regular canceled for tonight. Some legislative committee meeting, he said. I'm open." Dean turned towards her and she felt their eyes lock.

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MONDAY: Kaylynn

Despite her bitchy reputation, Kaylynn had a smile on her face as she joined the parade of half-clad beauties in the nightly line-up. Even though she knew that she would be with Dean tonight, it was a requirement for all of the girls to participate in this traditional activity. And, after all, Dean would be gone by the weekend and some of these men would be back to Nevada again. Kaylynn prided herself on her strictly businesslike approach to the sex trade; it complemented the accounting classes that she was taking at the community college. The smile, she told herself, was just good customer service.

Perhaps it was that attitude that made her wonder why she had been thinking of having sex with Dean all day, or at least since she had teased him about having something red to think about. Of course, she mused, she was too common-sense to believe the rumors that Dean hypnotized people. The red sports car that she had driven into town had seemed to be steering itself as her mind drifted off. Caitie had hinted that Dean's sex organ went deep, but what did she know? Kaylynn had a year or two more experience, which is a long time in their line of work. As the car drove itself on the country road, she had looked down into her sundress and wondered if he would like the bright tan lines - almost sun-burn - on her fair skin. She tugged the elastic band of the dress out a bit and looked at the pale patches around her nipples. They were firmly erect. For some reason, she was reminded of the time when she had a row with Taylor, who had teased her about someday having sex with her. KayLynn did not feel strongly set against lesbian sex, but she was against free sex, and Taylor knew it.

"Damn" she muttered, as she swerved to avoid a rabbit in the road. Why was she so focused on what would be just another suck and fuck? And why was she as wet as a groupie meeting a rock star?

Those thoughts had replayed in Kaylynn's mind throughout the day, as if in an endless loop. Each time, they ended in realization of her wetness, and then they began again. And why did she keep remembering Taylor, too?

The replays only ended after the line-up when Dean's eyes locked with hers again. They paused on the path to her pleasure pod and Dean said something to her. All she remembered later was admitting to him that she would do anything for him, to have sex with him - and to relieve the erotic tension that had been mounting within her throughout the day.

"You'll have the chance to prove that," she remembers Dean saying, and the way he said it sounded wonderful, not ominous.

It started out about as she had expected. Johns couldn't resist pulling down the elastic bodice of her sundress, and that's just what Dean did. She felt his admiring eyes enjoying her widespread cleavage, the pink triangles of soft skin around her nipples, and then everything changed.

Taylor walked into the room. Or, perhaps strode into the room. She was wearing what Kaylynn recognized as her dominatrix outfit. She was carrying a dildo.

"What's she doing here?" Kaylynn gasped. Dean looked deeply into her eyes again, pressed against her in an embrace and said nothing as their heartbeats began to synchronize. Then he spoke in measured tones.

"You said you'd do anything for sex with me, didn't you?" Kaylynn's swollen vagina lips told her to admit that was true.

"Let's not waste time, time is money, right?" Taylor teased Kaylynn with words and then touched her nipples. "I just have an hour before the Zoning Commission meeting is over." She smiled across Kaylynn's shoulder at Dean. "There's a big condo project in review and the developer is bringing a couple of the commissioners over to celebrate their approval vote - when it goes through."

Dean and Taylor swiftly removed the rest of the redhead's clothes. Resigned, she knelt submissively before Taylor. Dean enjoyed the pink bottom outlined by her sunburned back.

"You really want to make love to me, don't you!" Taylor asserted. Kaylynn balked at replying, until she saw Dean's gaze slowly taking in her nude figure from toes to eyes. When their eyes locked again, she knew that her words had been true. Eagerly, she offered her lips to Taylor's prominently displayed vagina, framed as it was by leather leggings. The two were soon engaged in washing away their former ill-will, as Dean watched their applied passion with amusement and some pride. The dildo, he noted, went in smoothly. Taylor's expert touch stroked Kaylynn to deeper and deeper pleasure and then as her body glowed almost as red as her hair, the redhead's back arched powerfully. Even Taylor's strong embrace could not hold down the power of the orgasm she had induced.

Kaylynn was soon stretched out on the green sheets. She had chosen them to highlight her hair, Dean suspected, and it worked. Her wet sex curls looked as though they were on fire and her red head glowed on the green pillow. Taylor quietly wiped off the wet dildo with a facial tissue and swung off the bed, motioning to Dean to take her place. A look of accomplishment crossed her face as she strode out of the room, ready to receive the Zoning Commissioners.

Dean took Kaylynn in his arms, simply holding her for a bit until her breathing returned to normal. Gradually, their heartbeats merged. It felt so warm and comfortable as their bodies seemed to melt together. She had never fully experienced this feeling before. Instead of calculating her hourly rate, she was becoming a part of him. Or vice versa - her mind felt cloudy. Every muscle seemed to have already spent itself with Taylor and now Dean's manhood was asserting its power. Somehow, she remembered to hand him a condom, and watched with half-closed eyes as he expertly rolled it on.

She stretched out as invitingly as she could - without raising her limp body off the sheets. Her head remained on the green pillow as Dean moved over her. He did not seem fazed by her passive acceptance as he entered her. But she wondered about that only for seconds. She vaguely recalled later how her conscious mind seemed to switch off and her subconscious mind switched on.

She was not under Dean's control, as in some porno hypnosis films she'd seen. She was in the power of ancient forces within her, as her most primitive urges were released with each of Dean's strokes. The skilled movements of his thick penis - afterward that's how she insisted it felt, not long like Caitie claimed - signaled to her inner urges to accept his semen. She wished, oh she wished! that the latex barrier did not have to remain between them. And now she was begging him to come in one breath and whimpering for another orgasm with the next.

Dean looked down into her eyes as she pleaded for him to come. As those eyes seemed to penetrate her soul, she felt the most massive orgasm yet to come. Dean smiled as he sensed it building around him.

"Fuck me hard, I need you..." she screamed impatiently as her hips bucked powerfully on their own. Totally lost was the cool, calculating bitch as Dean threw himself into his own pleasure with this new, accepting woman. Now she was worthy. She blacked out as she felt his hot jet of semen filling the condom. She barely could remember seeing Dean rising to roll off the wet condom, then walk over to punch his entries into the computer. She felt no anxiety as he did that. Her subconscious would not let her.

Of course, you can guess the rest. In the morning, she was remarkably nice to her co-workers and answered their eager curiosity about her night with Dean (and Taylor) with friendly banter. Of course, there weren't as many questions about Taylor, as it seems that she had been through the rest of Brandy's stable of fillies already. As we learned later, she was more enthusiastic with the johns after this experience. And when one of them was disappointing, she learned to remember Dean. It turned out, of course, that her income increased!

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TUESDAY MORNING: Brunch

One of Brandy's ideas for dealing with the mid-week drop-off of male interest during conventions was to introduce her Tuesday Brunch. Her chef - Rosemary Salazar - exceeded her already good reputation. "Good enough" was replaced with "excellent." Everyone sat around under big umbrellas against the strong Nevada sun. Some of the women swam out to an anchored float where the thermal upswells bubbled up, others chatted with the few customers, who Dean concluded were all regulars. Mimosas refreshed. There were even "Hermosas" for non-alcoholic customers and staff.

Kaylynn perched on the arm of Dean's chair, wanting to stay close to him, but tolerant of his interest turning to Jennifer. Dean found her - Jennifer - easy to chat with, perhaps because she was closer to his own age. Or, at least, he realized, within the Rule of Seven (dividing his age in half and adding seven years). But she was cynical about Dean's project and the use of SurveySimian. His musing was interrupted by a happy shout from several of the staff.

"It's Joe Martinez!" A beat-up pick-up with dusty Idaho plates was pulling into the yard. A middle-aged Mexican-American gentleman climbed out and waved a well-worn rancher's hat at a couple of the girls who were running toward him. Belying his age, he swept one under each arm and twirled them around once, then dropped them to wipe his brow. Dean heard Caitie call him "charming" and Kaylynn call him "generous." Jennifer explained to Dean that Joe was "kind." According to her, he even went out of his way to compliment the cooking when he stayed over for breakfast, a meal that some famished ranch visitors wolfed down without comment.

With this sort of resumé, Dean just had to meet the man. He rose, shook hands, and invited him over to the chair next to him. Jessica stood near Joe, looking after his drink. Caitie sat on a folding campstool next to Joe, fanning him whenever the breeze over the lake slacked off. And afterward, Dean realized that meeting the retired Idaho businessman was the start of an entirely unexpected chapter of his week at Brandy's Ranch.

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Yes, this is the same Joe Martinez that we met in the climax of "Game of Love" in this website. To be continued.

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