Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 103
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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We took the elevator back upstairs.
When we walked back into the bar area, the ponytailed server handed Louise and me two fresh glasses of Champagne. The red-haired party advisor, Mel, was standing at the bar talking with the bartender. Otherwise, it looked quiet.
We walked to the left and stood at the side watching the end of the Lolita and Gaby show. I didn't want to draw attention to myself by walking into the seating area. There wasn't that much of an audience.
On stage the two obvious crossdressers, if I remembered correctly, Couple 9, I think Desdemona and Janetta were the stupid names they'd chosen, were getting fucked.
Both were bent over a couch. Similar kind of setup as with Kimmie and Donatella earlier.
I hadn't really paid a lot of attention to the crossdresser couple when we'd met them during the intro session. We hadn't really talked at all.
Anyway, they were both in a state of semi-undress. Well, both of them were wearing black stockings and suspenders, and one was wearing a red and black Basque.
I studied them side-on while they were being pumped, noticing for the first time that they both had very fit and feminine legs. Nice asses too. They were both moaning loudly as Lolita and Gaby pummeled them from behind. For me the noises sounded a little too eager to be genuine. But, hey, maybe not.
The one nearest me looked decent facially. Whichever one she was, like I said, the introduction had been very brief. Shiny medium length dark wig, professionally done make-up. I'd say in their thirties. A hint of Latina. Lolita was banging her ass good and hard. Yes, I'd fuck her.
Lolita and Gaby kept pumping. The end, when it came, saw Lolita and Gaby (fuck, Gaby's dick looked even bigger than the advertised 10-inches on her 'ashemaletube' profile) do the standard porn ending.
Dicks were swiftly pulled out of their willing victims' assholes, followed by a short frantic stroke-a-thon, until first Lolita spurted on her partner's face, followed closely by Gaby who practically erupted, splattering the upper half of her playmate's face with a fountain of Brazilian shemale cum. A lot of it landed in Desdemona or Janetta's, whichever one he/she was, tightly closed eyes and a few stringy jets even arced up onto the top of their head landing on their hair. This was almost Guinness Book of Records territory. Gaby had delivered an absolute tsunami of cum.
As Gaby and Lolita stepped down from the stage, I wondered how easy it was to get cum off of a wig.
In the end, the ending to the show had turned out OK. I mean, the part we'd seen was pretty much a re-run of the first show. But Gaby's mega-cumshot alone had been well worth seeing.
Mel quickly walked past us and over to the stage with towels, and the clean-up began. The audience, well what there was of it, stood up and moved away from the seating area.
I noticed 'Couple 6', the ones in pink we'd met in the elevator walk towards the 'Group Room'. The other audience members were the TV half of Renata and Rey, and Grant and young shemale Bibi, who looked fully recovered from her on-stage ass-banging earlier. She was hot, actually.
I wondered who else was in the 'Group Room'. Shadows indicating movement were visible through the frosted glass. I also wondered who was fucking who downstairs.
I turned back to face the bar area and saw Andy, sorry, Andrina, walking to the bar on their own. They'd changed into a shiny orange minidress, with orange hold-up stockings and matching high-heeled shoes. They still looked fucking tremendous. If they got a boob job, they'd just about be perfect. I wondered where Irene was. I guess still in the room.
I saw Andrina say something to Mel, then they turned and walked towards the smoking area.
Louise tapped me on the arm.
"Ron, can we take a look at the 'Group Room'? I mean, just a look."
"Sure, Louise," I replied. I was interested in the happenings in there myself.
We headed over to the curved 'Group Room'.
I saw that there was a wide opening allowing access in and out. It also allowed voyeurs to look at what was going on inside.
The first thing I saw was Sylvia leaning back having her she-dick devoured by the black dude in the pink T-Shirt and Rey.
Rey was naked. Deejay, I think he was called, was naked from the waist down. A pretty big dick was visible hanging down between his legs. He still had his pink T-Shirt on. Rey's body was covered in tattoos. And I mean covered. Legs, everything. Mainly shit written in Spanish in gothic script, Roman numerals, religious looking shit. Sylvia looked over and saw me and gave me a smile.
I noticed that Deejay's partner, the 'Sharon Stone' lookalike, was nowhere to be seen.
On the other side of the Group Room's seating area, Couple 1, Penny and Reese were tangled up with 'Silver Daddy'. One of the crossdressers, the less good looking one, was sucking on Silver Daddy's big cock. The better looking of the crossdressing pair, the one in blue, Reese I think, was stood up, and was actively fucking Silver Daddy's mouth with her very decent looking cock. Zeta, the mature she-he dressed in black PVC like Sylvia, was standing with her mini-skirt pushed up and a very nice semi- hard cock dangling down between her legs. She was filming Silver Daddy's liaison on one of the Xochi digital cameras.
It looked like we'd timed it right, because not ten seconds later Reese's face took on that orgasmic look of pleasurable agony and she groaned as she filled Silver Daddy's mouth with her gunk.
Louise tapped my arm.
"Ron, Why don't you go in and join the guys sucking Sylvia off. Go on! You can. In fact, I'd like to watch."
"I don't know, Louise," I answered truthfully. "I can't exactly go in there and steal their prize."
"You could share?"
The thought of cum-swapping with Deejay and the El Salvadorean looking gangbanger didn't appeal to me.
"I'll pass, Louise. Bad timing. Not now. Later possibly"
"OK, Ron, let's go and get a drink."
We walked back to the bar, where we saw that more people had now gathered. I guess the people who'd been fucking in their rooms had gotten all the fun they were going to have for the time being and were looking for new playmates.
Louise and I got a drink. Louise was then approached by Jayne. She was VERY hot. Maybe I'd get a chance to fuck her. I hoped Louise was setting something up. Sadly, she wasn't.
"Ron, I'm going for a cigarette with Jayne, OK?"
I nodded.
"Oh! May I join you girls? I am DYING for a smoke!"
Fuck! Lolita, dressed in nothing but porn-issue black lingerie, had snuck up on us. My heart skipped a beat. Shit.
"Sure. It's Lolita, right?" Louise asked, adding, "We caught the end of your show."
"Hope you enjoyed what you saw. It's Louise, right?"
Shit. Had Louise been introduced to Lolita? I didn't think so. But Louise didn't seem to notice anything untoward.
"You're quite the sensation tonight, Louise. If you don't mind me saying so, you are THE hottest girl here! OK, let's smoke that cigarette, shall we?"
Louise, Lolita and Jayne headed out to the smoking area. I saw them lighting up through the glass and could see that they had started talking. I sipped my Champagne nervously waiting for Louise to return.
I looked around and saw that Andy/Andrina was now deep in conversation with Kimmie, who still looked perfect. However, I thought if Andy/Andrina went all in, and got a boob job, they'd be World class too. Top trans porn star in the making.
I was suddenly approached by Harriet, Deejay's partner, who had changed out of her pink dress and was now wrapped in a short shiny electric-blue contraption, I suppose it was a dress, which was tightly wrapped around her very nice body. Much of which was exposed by wide slashes in the acrylic fabric. The naked underside of her tits in particular looked very nice.
"Hey. How's it going?" Harriet asked.
"Yeah, OK," I replied.
"Have you paired off yet?" Harriet asked. "Everyone seems to dive right in at the start. Deejay's in the Group Room. I had a little encounter with John and Maxine. On my own. It was fun. But I haven't come yet. You?"
"Ah, .."
"Oh, if you don't want to tell that's fine. But last time we were here we had a bad experience. So, I always do try and check. With the normal looking people."
So, we were 'normal looking'. If I was pushed to say, I'd say that Louise looked like a high-class hooker. If that was normal. Me? I guess I was normal. Although I wasn't upset at all at Harriet's comment.
"Ehm, yeah, I guess it's OK." I thought for a second, then continued, "We were with Irene and Andy."
"Oh, the one who was dressed like a twink but now looks like a shemale prostitute?" Harriet asked.
"Yeah. Him. Them."
"And?"
"It was pretty decent. For me at least."
"Oh," Harriet said. "Tell me more. I mean Irene. She looks a lot older. But I guess she has experience. And the pretty she-boy?"
"I had a good time. And between you and me, they're not crazy. I don't think they are serial killers or anything."
Harriet laughed.
"That's nice. Well, when Deejay sees Andy, dressed like he is now, I imagine he'll be interested. Let's see."
"Ah, yes," I said. Why was I so tongue-tied at these events?
"Your date is super-hot," Harried added. "So, if you're interested?"
I didn't know what to say. I mean, Harriet? Sure. Deejay? Ass-fucking him, well, probably not a bad way to spend ten or fifteen minutes. But Deejay fucking Louise. I liked that idea less. Maybe Harriet was suggesting a conventional threesome?
"Ah, here he is now!" Harriet smiled.
Deejay walked over to Harriet, and they slowly tongue kissed. They kept their lips locked for about fifteen seconds.
"Ha! I can taste it, Deejay! Looks like you got a nice mouthful of cum out of Sylvia"
"Yeah. I had to share it with Rey. But it was good all the same. Baby, can we go to the room for a little while?"
"Sure," Harriet replied. "Ron, might catch you and Louise later. Seeya!"
As Harriet and Deejay walked to the elevator Louise walked back in.
"Shit, Ron!"
Oh no. What had happened?
"Am I the only person with cigarettes here tonight? We'll have to go downstairs soon. I only have one left now, and I am not giving that away. Luckily I have a fresh pack downstairs."
I was worried Lolita had spilled the beans on our previous encounter. But it was soon pretty clear that she hadn't. I breathed a sigh of relief.
Just then, the elevator door pinged. I turned and saw John and Maxine, and Miss Lisa Lust, get out of the elevator. They took a glass of Champagne from a server, a tall, short-haired African American I hadn't seen before, not the server with the ponytail, and headed over to join the company near the bar.
Maxine had changed clothes. She'd gotten out of her sparkly silver dress and was now wearing a very short and very tight pair of khaki denim shorts with a thick golden-buckled black leather belt, and a loose dark green top, which was slashed at the shoulder to expose a nice amount of smooth tanned flesh.
Lolita had re-entered from the smoking area and was now talking to Rey's CD partner, the not-so-great-looking tranny in the red dress. There was no sign of Rey.
John and Maxine approached us.
"Hi," John said, "I don't think we were properly introduced. I'm John, and this is Maxine. You are?"
"I'm Ron," I found myself saying before Louise could answer, "And this is my wife, Louise."
"Hi Ron. Hi Louise," Maxine said, before making a suggestion. "Would you guys like to sit down over there and talk?"
"Of course," Louise said, "Why not?"
"Why not indeed," John answered with a smile.
We all walked over to a lightly lit booth behind the left of the bar. Louise and Maxine sat down together. I let John sit down, then sat next to him.
We had a brief introductory conversation. Nothing too personal. By that I mean, nothing overtly sexual.
I liked Maxine. But I found myself more attracted to John. I was pretty sure we'd be doing something with them. Possibly not tonight. But I wanted to, and we could always exchange contact details even if we didn't get round to playing together at Xochi.
"So, Ron," Maxine said looking over at me, "We've had an encounter tonight already. You guys?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Shall we exchange notes? Or do you not want to do that?" Maxine continued.
"Well," Louise said catching my eye, "It's up to you. I don't really know the etiquette. Is it OK?"
"Sure," John replied. "We won't tell anyone, if you don't tell anyone."
"OK," Louise said. "You guys first?"
"Sure," Maxine replied.
Maxine and John then told us about their encounter with Harriet. They agreed it was possibly strange that their first gig was with a female, a more conventional threesome, but that was how it turned out. Evidently Harriet had told them that Deejay was the one more into shemales.
Maxine whispered secretively that Harriet had told them Deejay was there to suck as many she-cocks as he could.
John gave Harriet a smile.
Maxine said if the opportunity arose, with Harriet, we should consider it.
Louise then described our encounter with Irene and Andy. She wasn't too negative about Andy's fucking prowess, or lack of it, but Maxine seemed to pick up on what was being said. Or rather, what was not being said.
"So, reading between the lines, Louise," Maxine said quietly, "If we get it on with Andy, and John quite likes the look of the sexy little twink, I should concentrate on Irene?"
Louise nodded.
"As for 'twink'," Louise added, "Take a look over at the bar. In orange. He's full on tranny now."
Maxine and John glanced up.
Maxine turned to John. "Very nice. You want?"
John nodded. "Looks good. Ron? You dabbled?"
"Yes," I replied.
I then told John about my time with Andy. I was feeling less inhibited and even with Louise listening, I enthusiastically described fucking Andy's tight ass.
I noticed that Maxine and Louise had looked up at the bar and I turned to see that the 'Twins' had returned. They were now dressed in sparkly gold mini-dresses. Looked like tonight's silver theme was done. Both they and Maxine had changed. Thankfully not into matching outfits this time.
Finally, Maxine said that she needed to go to the bathroom. "Let's take a quick trip downstairs?" she suggested to John.
John slowly moved his hand across towards Louise as Maxine prepared to stand up. I noticed that he had passed Louise a small slip of paper.
"That's our email address," John said. "And my cellphone. If you guys are interested, maybe we could get together some weekend?"
Louise smiled and looked over at me.
"Yeah. I, .. I mean, 'we', would like that. We'll be in touch," I replied. And I meant it.
==
A minute or so after John and Maxine had gone back downstairs, and for a few seconds Louise and I even discussed going downstairs to check John and Maxine's room indicator, the 'Twins', now dressed up in gold, sat down beside us.
They re-introduced themselves. Haley, the female, and Bernie, the tranny. It was easy to tell which was which if you listened closely to Bernie talking. The voice the clue again.
Bernie was actually not at all bad looking. Nice eyes, nice lips, sensually feminine. In a bar or club you wouldn't think they were a genetic male, put it that way.
I wondered if the 'Twins' were about to make a pass at us. And I wondered if Louise would go for it. After the disappointment of her fuck with Andy/Andrina, I wasn't too sure. I still felt she had the Silver Daddy in her sights, but he was 'otherwise occupied'.
It turned out I was on the right track with the 'Twins'. After a couple of minutes talking round the subject, and another glass of Champagne each, Haley went for it.
"So, guys, we were thinking, would you like to come to our room?"
I was actually in favor. But Louise? I waited for Louise to respond.
"Anything particular in mind?" Louise asked.
"So," Haley answered, "Bernie here has a big one. I'd show you a picture, but you know, the no phones thing. But if you reach under the table, you can feel for yourself that I'm not lying."
I raised my eyebrows, but to my surprise, Louise surreptitiously slid her hand under the table. Bernie stared Louise in the eye as she checked out his manhood. Bernie smiled. Louise smiled, then leant back.
"Very nice. OK," Louise said, turning to look at me. "Ron?"
"Eh.."
"And just so you know Ron," Haley interrupted, "I'm a total ass-whore. So, when Bernie's fucking Louise with his massive dick, I'll hopefully be enjoying the delights of your man-thing in my tight juicy ass. Sound good?"
"Sounds good," I responded.
==
Our second experience of the night was a lot better for Louise. It was pretty good for me too.
When we reached the room, Louise and I undressed, as did Haley. Bernie just pulled his golden dress up, exposing a thick-veined circumcised monster cock.
To start, I sucked on Bernie's incredible meat for a few minutes while Louise and Haley 69-ed.
Then we paired off. Louise started underneath Bernie, but after a couple of minutes, Louise adopted her cum position on top.
I pussy fucked Haley at first, missionary, she was a great kisser. After a while, Haley demanded I stick my cock in her ass from behind. I got my dick lubricated with a large handful of spit and eagerly obliged.
Haley had a thing for dirty talk, which I also found a real turn on.
"Fuck, my slut ass, you CUNT! Fuck it. You dirty fucking pervert. Fuck it. You piece of SHIT! FUCK ME HARDER YOU PUSSY! Make me CUMM!"
Then she started moaning, a tense 'Ooooh!' on every hard in-stroke I made.
In terms of coming, Louise was first. Louise climaxed noisily, and I could tell by her reaction she was having a good one.
Not long after, I squirted three jets of cum deep in Haley's slippery asshole.
We detangled, before I moved over and greedily cleaned out Louise's cum filled cunt, the experience made even better when Bernie leaned down behind me and tongued my asshole.
While this went on, Haley frantically frigged her clit until she too came, hard, with an accompanying loud foul-mouthed tirade.
After a drink, and Louise and Bernie sharing a cigarette, we got dressed and headed back to our own room.
==
As we were in the corridor about to open the door, Sylvia came out of the office.
"Hi guys!" Sylvia said in her deep husky voice, smiling. "Having fun, I hope!"
A thoughtful look suddenly appeared on Louise's face.
"Ehm, Sylvia. Ron and I, well, we've just actually had sex, but, eh.. later on, would we be able to get with you? You know?"
"Oh, I know," Sylvia giggled, "I'd like that. However, it would need to be upstairs. How about, let's see, ehm, 45 minutes?"
"Ah, OK," Louise replied.
"We can go to one of the quieter booths. And, ah, I don't know. But maybe you could both suck my cock? I'd really like that. Or, if you are not too shy, we could fuck in the 'Group Room'? I really wouldn't mind fucking with the two of you. It's up to you, I'll do pretty much anything you want. But it has to be upstairs."
Louise looked at me.
"OK. We'll think of something. Ron is a bit more of an exhibitionist than I am."
"Magical! So, 45 minutes time, upstairs at the bar. It's a date. I'll fight off my many admirers in the meantime."
"See you then," Louise replied.
Then we went into our room.
TO BE CONTINUED