Holiday mood excited my imagination for several weeks before the start of the holiday. My searches on travel sites continued until late at night. A huge selection of different tours, their advantages and disadvantages was the subject of long discussions with friends and colleagues.
I got to the site of this Carpathian recreation center, in general, by accident. Probably the reason for this, as always, is my curiosity. Their discreet advertisement on the website of one of the travel agencies promised an unforgettable vacation for body and soul and contained several very candid photos taken, as they said, by visitors to their base. The pictures were no worse than many I have seen on erotic sites. Of course, I went to the site of this Carpathian base thinking that this is another free advertisement for call girls with their interesting candid shots. However, I was pleasantly surprised, it was really a Hungarian recreation center near the border, which served mainly tourists from the CIS. The prices were quite expensive, but a footnote in the conditions of a very frank morals of the base and a dozen hot photos did their job. Getting a visa and paying for accommodation took the rest of the time before the vacation.
I and several other men and women were met at the railway station. An escort with a "typically" Hungarian name Masha and the driver of the minibus in which we were traveling all the way spread on the theme of the picturesque nature around without saying a word about the base itself. It all started when we arrived. In the lobby we were met by several young girls dressed in French maid uniforms. Masha said that they would help us settle in and get used to the base. One of the girls came up to me and said that her name was Yustysia and that she would show me my number. Behind this beautiful girl, dressed in a white translucent blouse and a breathtaking short miniskirt, I was ready to drag my travel bag up to the hundredth floor. On the way, she twittered something about the fact that it was not just a recreation center, but almost a sanatorium, that after I was accommodated I should go to the doctor on the floor and he would prescribe some wellness procedures after the examination and that I would like it here.
Listening to all this half-heartedly, I stared at her slender legs covered with black nylon stockings. On one of the flights of stairs, I lagged behind a little, and could see her snow-white thighs contrasting with the black lace edge of the stockings. The room she took me to was quite spacious. The large double bed, which took up almost half the room, was reflected in the mirrored ceiling. The room had a huge bath, you can say the pool. Two closets occupied the entire wall of the hallway. One of the cabinets was locked. Yustisia said that there were some belongings of previous guests, and they would pick them up as soon as possible. There were some holes made above the bed and in the wall opposite it. I thought that they were left from wall lamps or something else and did not ask Yustisia. She chirped that the doctor was waiting for me in half an hour, and she had to run, because today she was on duty on the floor. Having said that the duty room was 2 doors to the right along the corridor, she fluttered out of the room, leaving a slight scent of violets in it. After a little digging in things, taking a shower, I went to the doctor for reconnaissance. In the advertisement of this base, something was listed about their treatment program, so I was not surprised, but in vain.
A nice woman of 30 years old, introducing herself as a general practitioner Inna, told something about mineral water sources in Transcarpathia, apparently knocking my vigilance, then offered to listen and examine me. During the whole conversation, as if glued, I looked askance at the edge of a mini-skirt and white panties peeking out from under the table. The doctor listened to me, then said that she needed to feel my stomach, and therefore I should undress to my underpants and go to the next room, where there is a couch. The large room I entered looked more like a gynecological room than an examination room. The gynecological chair, standing in the corner of the room, the instruments laid out in front of it, everything spoke of the country of orientation of this examination.
I undressed, as the doctor ordered, and lay down on a couch standing near the wall. Inna, after a little hesitation in another room, went in and sat down beside him. In general, the very atmosphere of this room was a little exciting, and my protruding nipples and a tense member under my shorts did not escape Inna's attentive gaze. She, as if by chance, when listening, touched her nipples, and when examining her stomach, she also seemed to accidentally touch a member several times. She muttered something to herself and grunted meaningfully, she said that everything was so neglected with me or something like that. And also squinting at the tense member, I'm probably also weak, moreover, sexually. The unexpected turn of events confused me a little, I said that if she wanted to, she could check it herself. Not for a second without blushing and without thinking, apparently leading me in the right direction, Inna said that of course she would check, but after my further detailed examination. Inna, pointing to a chair in the corner, said that since she was going to examine my prostate, I should completely undress and get on all fours. When I did what she wanted, Inna, wearing rubber gloves and armed with a dilator, began the examination. After massaging and feeling the prostate through the wall of the anus, Inna suggested that I normally sit in a chair.
Taking off her gloves, she asked me in the forehead how often I have sex. Answering evasively that now I don’t have a permanent girlfriend, I tried to hide the fact that, interrupting myself, for the last year, I rarely have casual relationships and sex. With a significant snort, Inna took out an iron ruler and applied it to my erect penis. The coldness of the ruler attached to the head of the penis turned me on even more. Having measured the length and width of the penis, Inna measured my testicles, massaged them with her hand. After that, taking a condom from her pocket with a deft and apparently habitual movement, she put it on my protruding penis. A little hand masturbate my cock Inna moved to the middle of the room. So that I didn't miss a single detail, Inna took off her panties and lifted her skirt slowly walked around the room. Her smooth-shaven pubis and bright red labia inflamed my passion even more. Also slowly and professionally she climbed into my chair on my knees and guiding my cock with one hand began to rub it against the entrance to her womb. Her vagina became moist and lubricated. She got excited along with me.
Feeling that the entrance is sufficiently moistened, Inna sank down on my cock. After a couple of unforgettable minutes, I, having finished, poured into the bosom of Inna, flew to the heights of orgasm. Inna, not satisfied, displeasedly got off my limp penis, saying that the diagnosis was confirmed and of course they would cure me, but I would have to suffer and endure. Pulling out a small vibrator from the drawer of a nearby table, she defiantly turned it on and shoved it into her vagina. The phallus hid completely in her womb, only a small cap gave it away. Pulling panties on top of the vibrator inserted into the pussy, Inna, lowering her skirt, told me to get dressed, and put the used condom next to me on the table, for the study of my sperm in the laboratory. Thinking over Inna's words "be patient" and "suffer" I got dressed and followed her into the office.
Watching Inna, sitting and writing something at the table, I did not wait for her orgasm or signs of ecstasy from the vibrator inserted into her pussy. There was only a blush on her face and the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her excited state. Inna said that everything that she considers necessary for me to do, for my recovery, she will write to the nurse, and she will explain everything to me in detail, and that I would definitely go to her the day after tomorrow. I kissed Inna on the lips and said goodbye, left the office and went to the shower in my room. So suddenly my vacation began.
About 20 minutes later, when I got out of the bathroom, there was a knock on my room. I opened the door. It was a girl in a tight white dressing gown. In her hands were two glasses with some kind of orange juice. Hello, she said, I'm Katya, the nurse of this floor, and in her hands is the signature cocktail of this base, which she wants to drink with me on the occasion of my arrival and our acquaintance. Of course, I could not refuse her, and invited her to the room. We sat down in the room near the glass table. Katya, handing me one glass, offered to immediately drink on brotherhood. Having drained half a glass, I symbolically kissed Katya on the lips, but we see that this was not part of her plans and she, capturing my lips, gave me a long French kiss with her tongue. A little taken aback, I finished the rest of the cocktail. "Well, we got to know each other," Katya said smiling. "I will help you fulfill Inna's doctor's prescription and other medical procedures. And now I have to give you an injection. Pull down your pants and lie down on the bed, I'll come in a couple of minutes."
The injection was a little painful. Katya, gently patting my ass, said that I needed to lie down a bit, she would come later. Lying on the bed in a few minutes, I felt some kind of wave rising from the lower abdomen, as if overwhelming me. Heaviness in the nipples, erect member. Pornographic visions raced through my head. I couldn't lie down. Got up. The recently experienced scene in Inna's cabin was drawn in my imagination. The door creaked and Katya entered the room again. Seeing that I was not lying, she said that it was time for me to go to hydrotherapy. I just pulled her to me like an automatic machine and kissed her on the lips, intertwined with her tongue, squeezing her breasts and buttocks. Katya, apparently foreseeing my reaction to a cocktail and an injection of some kind of stimulant, as I understood later, sharply pulled away from me, and once again urged me to follow her. Following Katya down the corridor, I tried to hold back the ideas floating in my brain to fuck her right here in the corridor, or to fall into some office or room with her. Moving to the other wing and going down to the floor below, we ended up in a balneary. The booth that Katya took me to was equipped with a jacuzzi. A woman, about 30 years old, who came out to us, exchanged a couple of phrases with Katya in Hungarian. This woman was dressed in a translucent robe, under which erotic lingerie was clearly visible. Katya explained that I needed to undress and go to the bath. Under the lustful looks of two women, I undressed and climbed into the bathroom. Turning on the jacuzzi, the Hungarian took off her robe and was left only in a lace belt, stockings. The Hungarian came behind me, and Katya remained a little ahead. Helping with her hands, she began to massage me, my nipples and cock with a strong jet of water from a hose. I lost track of time for a while. Katya later told me that I fought in ecstasy under jets of water. a few minutes until it's over. An incredible orgasm shook me and turned me inside out, but it did not bring me relief. I was just as excited as before.
Steamed and unsatisfied, I got out of the bath. Katya and the Hungarian woman were no longer in the booth. After getting dressed, I returned to my room.
The stimulant was still active. After changing in my room, I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. Among others, there were 4 satellite channels that broadcast porn around the clock. Before dinner, there was still time, turning on one of them, probably the coolest, I decided to relax a bit. On the screen, a busty American served two men. There was a decent sized vibrator in her ass, and another hole was stretched out by a large cock on which she bounced. In addition, she still sucked at the second man. All this was shown from different angles. After a couple of minutes, I was again overexcited. Just then there was a knock on the door, and Yustya entered the room. Glancing at the screen and at my decent-sized bump on my pants, she silently hugged me affectionately, and kissed me on the lips with a long French kiss. Her tongue intertwined with mine, instantly brought me to a boiling point. I collapsed with her on a luxurious bed. Quickly finding the buttons on her pants, she released my cock and directed it into herself.
She did not undress, but only pushed her panties to the side. A few moments and Yustysia sat on me like that woman on the screen. The plot on the screen was still going on, only this time the girl was satisfied with two vibrators, and she sucked the men in turn. My sensations were mixed in, there was a feeling that I was present both there behind the screen and here. Having taken all my penis, Yustysia began to massage it with the walls of the vagina without moving. Then, arching a little without losing her temper, she began to rub against the base of the penis. It was something. Apparently sensing that I would finish in a couple of seconds, she released the cock from herself, turned over, wrapped her lips around him and drank everything to the drop. After playing a little with my fallen friend, she smiled and said that I now understood what the floor attendant means. And that turning on and watching porn channels on TV is a signal for them. Putting herself in order, she fluttered out of the room. Leaving me thinking.