Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 112
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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The drive to the venue for our 'Movie Night' party was longer than I liked. It clocked in at around 4 hours. The hotel wasn't really 'In the country', it was an out of season beach hotel in a place called Nantasket Beach. Which is practically in fucking Boston. Nice one, Louise.
It was around 7:30pm when we got there. The hotel looked like it had been built in the 1950s. But it looked well maintained if a little old- fashioned.
I counted maybe a dozen cars in the parking lot when we arrived. Some nice ones, including a Porsche. We walked into a small reception area where we were greeted by an attractive forty-something brunette dressed in a tight black sparkly dress.
"Hi," she smiled at us as we walked in, "I'm Lucille, and you are?"
I glanced at Louise. She replied for us.
"I'm Louise and this is Ron."
Lucille glanced down at a sheet of paper.
"Ah, yes, Louise and Ronald Stewart."
Lucille marked something down on the sheet of paper. I glanced at Louise and silently mouthed, 'Ronald Stewart'???
"I'll explain later, OK?" Louise whispered.
"OK, you're in room seventeen. You have your costumes?"
"Yes," Louise replied, pointing to two suit carriers I was holding, next to our small trolley case.
"Great!" Lucille smiled. "We're practically all here now, just a few stragglers. We start at 8:30pm, in the ballroom, that's," Lucille looked to our right, and paused slightly, "..over there."
"Your room," Lucille continued, handing and old-fashioned room key attached to a small block of wood marked '17', "is this way." Lucille pointed to the left. "There's a mini-bar in the room, all drinks are of course included with the entry fee, and there's some potato chips, peanuts, and some candy. Maybe you need a snack after your long drive. And, you have a smoking room, as you requested, Louise. Right. There will be finger food when we start, the buffet is being set up now in the Ballroom."
"Oh, great," Louise replied.
"So, enjoy your room. Get yourselves relaxed and get yourselves good and ready. And I'll see you at 8:30. That's when the fun starts."
As we made to go to our room, another couple walked up behind us. They looked mid-twenties, a short dark-haired guy who I liked the look of, and an alternative looking woman heavily made-up with eyeshadow with tied-back dyed hair, bleached blonde, streaks of shocking blue and pink at the sides. It appeared that Harley Quinn had arrived. I wondered who her partner was dressing up as. I had a quick guess, which turned out to be right when we saw them later in the ballroom.
We headed to the room as Lucille started to re-do her meet and greet routine with the new guests.
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We went to the room, which was roomy enough but was decorated like something out of the 1970s. The bed was big enough for what we had planned at least. There wasn't a lot of room, but two couples could probably fuck here.
I put our stuff down, but before I could ask, Louise got in before me.
"Ron, the 'Stewart' thing. I had to send ID with our application. Your drivers' licence has your full name. Ronald Stewart Abbott. When they sent the acknowledgements back, on the email and the schedule document, I saw they had you as Ronald Stewart. It was a mistake. But I didn't think it mattered to change it."
"It's OK, Louise, no big deal," I replied.
Although I was slightly uncomfortable Louise had emailed scans of our drivers' licenses to a sex party organizer. And she'd probably paid by credit card. I tried not to think about Louise's lack of security awareness.
I got changed into my Tux and had a beer sitting on the bed as Louise took a while to get ready. When she was done, she looked amazing.
I knew that Louise had gone blonde before we met, and I did try and get her to dye her hair blonde when we were kids, but she said peroxide fucked with her hair and consistently refused my requests. She looked fucking amazing as a blonde.
She'd gone for the legendary Monroe 'White Dress', the one where Monroe had stepped over a subway vent in some 1950s movie, I forget what it was called, and in fact I might never even have seen it, and it had got blown up into the air. I'd seen the photo a lot of times, everyone had, it was iconic and seemed to feature in any documentary I'd ever seen on Marilyn Monroe.
Louise's spectacular bust was pretty much all out for everyone to see. And Louise was bare legged and was wearing a pair of white high-heel sandals.
I told Louise she looked great. I so wanted to fuck her there and then. Bend her over, lift her dress up and stick my hard cock into her cunt from behind. But it was 8:28pm, and Louise said we should go. We walked out of the room and headed to the ballroom.
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We arrived in the ballroom to see we were probably one of the last to arrive. If not the last.
The ballroom was in keeping with the faded glamor of the hotel itself. It was spacious and had an old dark wooden dancefloor. There was a bar on the left, and on the right there was a table with food on it.
We headed towards the bar. Standing in a small group were Captain Jack Sparrow, who looked the part with heavy black eyeliner, Audrey Hepburn, Captain Marvel (a very attractive blonde), Harley Quinn, whom we'd seen we checked in, and Harry Potter (my guess had been correct). In terms of possibles, I ruled out Captain Jack, not my type, the beard was very real, and Audrey Hepburn, a woman in a black dress who looked about 50 and was smoking a cigarette fitted to a long cigarette holder.
There was a male bartender who fixed Louise a screwball. I took a glass of Scotch. No ice.
Introductions were made, Captain Jack was called John, Audrey Hepburn was Mal, Captain Marvel was evidently called Lola, and the couple we'd met at check-in were Pru and David.
I glanced around. There was a DJ playing some shit modern Latin crap, the usual Spanish-through-a-vocoder bullshit everyone pretended to like these days. There were people standing on the dance floor, and just then another four or five people entered behind us, accompanied by receptionist Lucille.
Lucille came up to us with the new entrants and further introductions were made. Princess Leia (Kit), her husband/boyfriend, Daz, who had come as Indiana Jones, the Terminator, a bodybuilder type called Preston, and finally Barbarella, real name Jane, which I mentioned suited her character very well, given that she'd been played by Jane Fonda.
Louise told me to stop showing off, then mentioned that she didn't see Freddy Krueger anywhere.
"AH! I have a confession to make," interjected Kit, "I changed my mind when I saw there was a Darth Vader coming. I do Star Wars fan conventions all the time, and I just had to put my Leia outfit on. I so love cosplay. Freddy Krueger was probably a bad idea anyway!"
I silently agreed.
My curiosity was aroused by Kit's voice, which my tranny gaydar told me was actually a male voice trying too hard to sound feminine. I hadn't ever had any fantasies about fucking Princess Leia. I was unusual in that I thought Star Wars was total fucking bullshit, but I wasn't sure if there would be any other trans guests, so Kit was also added to the list of possibles. Barbarella would also get it if the chance arose. Daz wasn't really my type, but I probably wouldn't say no if he asked me to suck his cock.
As we made idle talk, I received a sudden bump from my left side.
"RON! Louise! OH MYYYYYY GOD!"
It was Cara. With her girlfriend, Marnie.
Cara immediately wrapped her arms around Louise and planted a firm kiss on her lips. Then she turned to me, grabbed me in a bear hug and also fixed a firm open-mouthed kiss on my lips.
"You two! God, it's been ages. You both look great. Oh my, wait, shit, this is Marnie! Marnie meet Louise and Ron they're old friends of mine."
Marnie smiled and said 'Hello'.
"I've heard so much about you. It's great to eventually catch up!" Marnie said with a knowing smile.
I gave Marnie a quick examination.
The thing was, the hair, and also facially, she did actually resemble a young Madonna. She'd gone for a 'Desperately Seeking Susan' look. That was good, and in line with the theme of the party. Much better than a lazy pointy titted bra version Madonna.
She was wearing a loose black top, with baggy black pants. A gold velvety jacket, and lots of chains and beads and bangles. Her long blonde hair was loosely curled, and she had a black bow on top.
I'd had to google who Cara was coming as. I'd discovered that in a 90s movie with Brendan Fraser, 'The Devil (Bedazzled)' was played very sexily by an English actress, Liz Hurley, who was very fucking hot as far as I was concerned. Cara had done a great copy job. Red plunge-neck sequined pant suit, with matching VERY high-heeled red shoes, and a golden crown of what looked like fake barbed wire. Fuck. I was impressed. And I was half- regretting Louise's comment that we wouldn't be fucking with Cara tonight.
Marnie looked OK. I could take her or leave her. I mean if you were a big Madonna fan you'd definitely fuck her. But tonight, Cara looked so spectacular, and I told myself I'd tell her later if I got a chance.
Some people were picking up food, and there was another group forming on the dance floor. Although nobody was dancing yet.
I scanned the other guests, looking for more possibles. I was also trying to work out who Louise would go for.
A fully-costumed Darth Vader was talking to Donnie Darko and Humphrey Bogart. 'Humphrey Bogart' looked nothing like the real Humphrey Bogart. But he looked like he had the style, and possibly the attitude. I put him mid- forties and automatically thought he might be high on Louise's list.
Three girls stood by the food table sipping what looked like champagne. When I say girls, one of them was an overweight Drag Queen in a short white dress and a black beehive wig. I guessed they were whatever that character was called in 'Hairspray'. The other two were, Judy Garland, red shoes and all, who I had to admit was a very attractive woman, and a sexy blonde in a very short white dress with a woolen choker collar, who was obviously meant to be Sharon Stone, from the 'pussy scene' in Basic Instinct (I wore out the VHS on pause when I was about 12, I suspected my dad did too). Her I would definitely fuck.
Lucille was wandering around introducing people. There was no announcement of rules, or boundaries. People just started to drink, chat and mingle. When I got Louise and myself another drink, I saw that Humphrey Bogart had moved in. Cunt.
After about 45 minutes people started to dance, I guess the alcohol was kicking in. Louise hit the dancefloor with Cara and Marnie. I stood at the bar, momentarily on my own.
I felt someone approach from my right and turned around.
"Do you have a light please?" they asked. It was Clara Bow.
"Eh, no, ah, yes, wait!"
There was a book of matches on the bar. I picked them up and was about to hand them over, then remembered I should probably light my companion's cigarette, which I did, after three nervous attempts.
Clara exhaled a pungent cloud of smoke which I caught more than a whiff of.
"Oh, sorry! Gitanes. French. I take the filters off. They didn't have filters in the roaring twenties."
"Oh, so I see you take this seriously."
Clara smiled demurely and took another pull on her Gitane.
"Yes. I do," she replied with a demure smile.
"So, Clara Bow? Interesting choice," I said, then quickly remembering we hadn't been introduced, I added, "I'm Ron, by the way. Pleased to meet you."
"Yes," she replied, "And I'm Janet. I hate that name. My middle name is Zoe, I guess I should just tell people I meet I'm Zoe. It was so weird, they had me on the forms as Janet Z. I thought people would think I was Janet Zimmermann or something."
I glanced back at her, knowing exactly what she meant.
"I'm not."
"Oh?"
"I'm not Janet Zimmermann."
"Ah! Well, tonight your Clara," I replied. "Clara Bow. I always never quite understand how everybody knows Louise Brooks, but nobody knows Clara Bow."
"Oh, so you're a fan?" Janet asked.
"Well, I am a bit of a movie buff."
"Great," Janet smiled back, "Me too."
Janet had a short twenties style reddish tousled bob, subtle but sexy make- up, especially her deep red lips, and was wearing a black 'Flapper' dress.
"So," Janet said, "You're here as a couple, right? With Marilyn Monroe?"
"Yes," I replied, "With Louise. My wife."
"She seems to be getting a lot of attention," Janet said, nodding in the direction of the dancefloor. I looked over.
Cara, Marnie and Louise were doing what I guess they considered was 'Dirty Dancing'. Sharon Stone also walked over and joined them. They were doing that amateur stripper type bump and grind bullshit. And yes, there were a few very interested male bystanders awkwardly dancing around them. Humphrey Bogart was one.
"Oh," Janet said suddenly, and turning me to my left she added, "Look! We have our first action of the night."
I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised, but Darth Vader had freed what looked like a very large black schlong from his dark robe, and Princess Leia was on her knees devouring it.
"How appropriate," Janet added with a quiet laugh.
I offered Janet a drink. She took a Tequila and Coke.
Then we both watched Darth getting his dick sucked until he growled, you could hear him over the music, and in the style of practically 90% of every porn film ever made, whipped his pulsing dick out at the last moment and sprayed Princess Leia's face with three massive ropes of cum.
I felt a tap on my right arm.
"Ron, get me a drink babe! I caught the end of the Star Wars cosplay there. Darth Vader has an extremely nice cock!" Louise laughed.
I got Louise a drink. And Janet a fresh Tequila and Coke.
Janet introduced herself, and Louise did likewise.
"So, Janet, I forget your character name, but do you know, my movie nerd husband actually knew who you were?!? God, he amazes me sometimes!"
We chatted for a few minutes, then Louise pulled my attention to some seats near the food table.
"More action!" Louise giggled.
Harry Potter and Captain Marvel were getting it on. Clothed. Well, Harry had his dick out. Squatted in front of Harry was Judy Garland, who was licking Harry's pole like a popsicle. As we watched, Captain Jack Sparrow practically danced over from the dancefloor, and pulled Captain Marvel away from Harry's mouth. He reached behind and unzipped the back of Marvel's costume. Marvel peeled her top downwards and a firm pair of tits sprang free. Captain Jack wasted no time pushing his head down, hungrily sucking on Marvel's titties.
Things were starting to get interesting.
There were still people dancing. Cara, Marnie and Harley Quinn were busting some moves, as was the Drag Queen. Sharon Stone was talking to the DJ.
Fuck, I couldn't stop thinking that Cara looked good tonight.
I turned back to see that Captain Jack was now violently mouth-fucking Marvel. You know, gag and choke style blowjob.
Louise put her hand on my arm.
"I'm starting to get into the mood, Ronald!"
Just then we were joined by Humphrey Bogart. What a fucking surprise, I thought.
"Oh, Ron, this is John, John Pressman."
John smiled and said 'Hi'. I said 'Hi' back trying not to sound pissed. Louise introduced Janet.
We discussed the early start.
"Normally people are in rooms by now," John mentioned. He told us he'd been to two of these parties before. One was 'Nuns and Priests' themed, the other one was an indoor 'Beach Party'.
"Swimming trunks, bikinis. It was a pain in the ass though, sand got fucking everywhere. Wasn't just a pain in the ass, if you catch my drift?"
Louise giggled in response, and I hated John even more. I had an idea where this was going.
I would have actually preferred to fuck Cara first, but Janet, well, Janet was cute. Not much in the way of breasts. But, it wasn't like I didn't want to fuck her. I thought I'd actually have preferred an actual date with Janet. But we were at a sex party, and I didn't exactly expect to stand around talking about French New Wave film makers or whatever with Janet all night.
I just wondered who was going to bring it up and how. I was pretty sure we all knew it was just a few moments away. But I wasn't going to be the one to mention it.
Eventually it happened. A couple, Harley Quinn and Donnie Darko walked past us in the direction of the bedrooms.
I glanced over to see that Judy Garland had climbed on top of Harry Potter and was slamming her pussy hard up and down on Harry's stiff cock. Jack Sparrow had a, by now totally naked except for a pair of red boots Captain Marvel, bent over the seat next to the copulating pair and was fucking her hard from behind.
Things had started to move alright.
"Fuck, I am getting so moist," Louise giggled.
"Eh, how about WE go to a room?" John asked. He was looking at me.
I turned to Janet. "Eh, are you, eh, interested.."
"Try and stop me," Janet smiled.
"Well, Ron?" Louise asked expectantly.
I hesitated.
"We could all go to a room together?" Louise suggested.
"Ah, yeah, OK," I replied.
Janet reached over and clasped my hand. We all turned round and headed to the bedroom area.
We reached the door of Room number 1.
"I'm here," John said.
"OK," I replied.
"Do we have enough room?" Louise asked
"Things will be tight," John replied.
"Oh, you naughty man!" Louise laughed.
"Actually, Ron," Louise said turning to me. "Why don't I go in here with John, and you and Janet go to our room."
Before I could answer, Louise continued. "We'll meet back in the ballroom in twenty minutes, OK?"
Janet squeezed my hand firmly.
"OK, Louise," I answered, trying my hardest not to sound annoyed. "See you in twenty."
John opened his room door and put his hand on Louise's ass.
"This way, Miss Monroe. Let's have some fun."
Louise laughed and entered the room. I stood and watched the door close.
"Ron, let's go to your room. I like you. And I need a fuck. I haven't had sex since my last party. And that was over a month ago."
I put my arm around Janet's waist and we both walked down the corridor to Room 17.
TO BE CONTINUED