Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 115
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Matty wasn't lying. He sucked cock expertly. It was kind of wet and sloppy, and immensely enjoyable, and he didn't waste a drop when I exploded in his warm mouth.
On the way home, I dropped Matty at a Taco Bell near a Gas Station.
As Matty prepared to leave the car, he looked at me.
"Ron, I'm sure you know this already, you and Louise being so open with each other. But she does want us to get together as a three. In fact, if she hadn't been feeling so shit today, we were planning on surprising you. Maybe another time. I'd really like that. The setup with Bill is kinda boring. And I'm always doing stuff he doesn't know about. Like this thing we just did. Anything we do is our secret. OK?"
"Ah, OK," I replied, not too enthusiastically.
Another one of Louise's 'plans'. Thing was, I wasn't totally against it. I definitely wanted to savor Matty's cock again.
==
When I got home, I was surprised to see Louise lying on the couch, in a bathrobe, smoking a cigarette. She still looked rough. I put her folder down on the coffee table in front of the couch.
"Have fun, Ron?" Louise asked.
I wondered if she knew. I played it cool.
"Couple of beers. I didn't stay that long."
"Come on, Ron. Really? And? Anyway, did you enjoy sucking Matty's monster cock?"
I held my breath, unable to immediately respond.
"Come on, Ron! I set it up. Jesus! You think I left the folder accidentally? I've told Matty on more than one occasion that you'd love to eat his gorgeous dick. I wanted to treat you. Just remember, pretty soon we'll be sucking that cock together. And I cannot wait to feel it in my cunny. Jeez, it's so big! I've seen pictures on Matty's phone. Tonight, well, .. if only I hadn't been feeling so shit."
"Louise, I.."
"Ron, it's OK. My treat. Anyway, I'm still feeling terrible. I'm going back to bed. To sleep. You don't have to come up right now if you don't want to. But you enjoyed Matty's cock, right? And I asked him to blow you. I assume he did?"
I gulped. What other choice did I have but to fess up.
I described the mutual fellation in the car, Louise listening intently, very much enjoying the detail it seemed. Then she stubbed out her cigarette and went up to bed. I grabbed my laptop, switched to Private Browsing, and googled 'Trans escorts in Cleveland'.
==
I was slightly disappointed when next Thursday Louise came home minus Matty. At the same time, I was also relieved. It was confusing. I wanted it. I didn't want it. Who the fuck was I trying to kid? I sooooohh wanted it.
Nothing was going to happen the following week as I had my Cleveland trip coming up. And Louise told me she was taking Thursday night off from work drinks, as she couldn't get a sitter. "Even Shawna was busy," Louise told me.
Louise also told me that Matty would be coming round our place 'One Thursday night', depending on what Bill's out of town schedule was. And another more surprising thing Louise told me was that I could 'have fun' in Cleveland, as long as I told her about it.
"If it happens, tell me. You don't have to tell me before, I mean it might just happen spontaneously. But I want all of the details when you get home, OK, Ron? Like that time you were up in Boston. As long as you tell me, I don't mind. Take some pictures even. For our collection", Louise giggled.
"I don't think anything will happen, Louise," I replied.
"If it does Ron, I need you to tell me. I'm giving you this one. Don't fuck it up. I want to know everything that happens. Everything."
"Well, Louise, I don't thi.."
"Ron, just do as I say. Fix up something on the internet even. And let's go to bed. I need a fuck."
==
In terms of any chance of spontaneous sexual activity in Cleveland, there was nothing doing. Nada. Nix. In fact, there was very little in the way of actual socializing. Everybody seemed to be staying in different hotels for one thing. And the group was 99% male, and 'normal', and there wasn't a single guy took my fancy, even if I'd been able to work out if any of them were gay.
On the last night, I'd retired to my hotel room by 9pm. I decided to check out the local professional shemale talent. If there were any I liked in the vicinity of the hotel, I'd see if I could pay them a visit. I still wasn't sure if I'd give Louise the confessional she wanted though. I felt kind of sleazy going with a prostitute. Embarrassed even. But my need for she-cock outweighed those misgivings.
I found a website with what looked like a good selection. It looked like most of the advertisers were black. Some were not very feminine but they all sported HUGE cocks. The smallest dick looked about 8 inches. But I wasn't sure I wanted a big black cock tonight. So, I focused on the white, well actually, mainly Hispanic, shemales. One or two looked OK. Very OK.
Eventually I decided on a T-Girl called Candy. I'd try them first. Candy was evidently Mexican according to her profile, but she looked more Northern European, quite light skinned, with long blonde hair. She was based in a neighborhood near the hotel I was staying in from what I could tell. I estimated it would be a short cab ride. No way was I walking. Well, not unless she was across the street, and there wasn't a lot across the street from the hotel.
I swallowed, and using my burner cellphone, I dialed the number. I was about to hang up when someone picked up at the other end.
"Hi, baby, how can I help you?" a soft Latin-tinged accent asked.
"Eh, hi. Eh, eh, I'd like to visit you. Are you free?"
"No baby I'm not free!"
"Oh," I replied.
I heard a soft laugh down the other end of the phone.
"Somebody good as me is never free! You gotta pay! But you can come see me if you like, baby. I no busy right now. When you like come?"
"Eh, now. Yeah, I can come now. How do I get to you?"
"First, baby, I'm 300, OK? No negotiations. Even if you are Brad Pitt. 300 gets you everything, but sex only with condom. I do oral without, and 300 includes me coming. I have a lot of milk baby. I come in you mouth you want, baby. On yor face, wherever you want. I got lots of milk."
"Ah, OK," I replied doing the math in my head. I had 200 cash on me. There was an ATM in the hotel lobby. I'd have to top up there.
"OK, that sounds good," I said, "Where are you?"
"I text you address on the phone. You give cab driver, OK?"
"Are you near the Embassy Suites Rockside," I asked.
"Sure baby. It take you ten minutes most in car. I South of you. OK, baby?"
"Sure," I replied, "I'll get ready. I can, eh, be there, eh, I guess in 20 minutes."
"Sure baby. You sound nice. I look forward to see you. We have real good party!"
Candy then cut the call. Thirty seconds later a text arrived. It was an address in a place called 'Independence', not too far from the hotel. I google mapped it. Easily doable. I went downstairs and withdrew another 200 from the ATM in the hotel lobby, then walked out front and jumped in a cab.
I told the driver the address, and he pulled away from the hotel.
"Ah amigo! Comfort Inn. I think you have a little meeting with a girl, no?" the driver sniggered, as he took a left.
Shit. Candy was working out of a motel room. Whatever. I was going to enjoy myself, and the cab driver could go fuck himself as far as I was concerned. I didn't need some bullshit cab driver judging me.
==
I arrived outside the Comfort Inn after about 10 minutes or so. I paid the driver and got out. I was nervous, and I wasn't made any less nervous when I realized I couldn't just walk to an outside entrance to Candy's room. I'd have to go in via a reception area. I'd have to navigate my way through the wide entrance, then a well-lit welcome area. Shit. So much for discreet.
I texted Candy's number.
-- I'm here
I waited for about a minute, then got a reply.
-- 1044. Go right past the lobby. I waiting
I walked in. There were a few people in the reception area, and what looked like a bar / breakfast area, which was thankfully on the left, so I wouldn't have to walk past them. I kept my head down and walked right into a wide carpeted corridor. I saw the sign. 'Rooms 1000-1050'. I kept on walking.
As I approached the end of the corridor, I heard a door on my left click open. I reached the door.
"Come in baby," a deep but soft voice told me.
I entered the room. I detected a strong smell of tobacco smoke.
"Close door, baby," Candy prompted.
I closed the door.
"Hi, you look nice," Candy smiled, "But first we do the business thing. You got the 300?"
I'd prepared the cash in advance. I handed it over to Candy. She gave it a quick check, then put the money on a table near the bed, in what was a larger room than I'd been expecting. There was even a couch and a largeish oval table to the right of the bed.
Candy walked back to me. She came up very close and put her hand around the back of my neck, before passionately kissing me. Wow! My heart skipped a beat as we French kissed for about 30 seconds. My cock started to stiffen. This was going to be good, I thought.
Candy? Well, I'd say the pictures on the website must have been about 10 years old. But she was still hot.
She was a totally fem blonde, lightly tanned skin, more Latina looking than in the photos. I reckoned mid to late thirties, but very pretty, with full pumped-up lips and a perky plastic surgeon altered nose. She had a not too big silicon enhanced rack, very round, always a give-away for a boob job, and her titties seemed to be straining to get out of a tight low-cut white tank-top. She was wearing VERY tight red hot-pants over a pair of red hold- up stockings, and a pair of shiny red patent-leather 'stripper shoes'.
Candy removed her tobacco scented tongue from my mouth. I licked some of her red lipstick off my lips which must have transferred over while we'd kissed.
"Get undress baby," Candy smiled, "Put your things there," she added, pointing to a brown leather armchair against the wall opposite the bed. Practically everything in the room, including the carpet and bedclothes was either brown or beige.
I walked over to the chair, my back turned to Candy, and undressed as quickly as I could. I finished with my shorts, and my fully erect cock sprang free, now gratefully unrestrained, and very ready for action.
I turned to see that Candy was now reclined on the bed, her fake boobs out, and nothing on down below except for the red stockings and shoes. I gulped as I saw her semi-hard she-dick for the first time. Probably a six-and-a- half incher when fully erect. Fuck, I wanted it. I wanted to suck it I mean. I was not taking a dick in my ass tonight. Or maybe I was. Candy was pretty fucking hot, and I was fully in the mood, so who knew.
"Come, here, baby!" Candy urged.
I walked over to the bed. As I reached it, Candy stood up, and we started to kiss again. Intensely. Candy was an unbelievable kisser. My aching dick got even harder. I wondered if I was going to ejaculate already. I had that itchy tingle thing going on at the underside of my glans, and I could clearly feel pre-cum oozing out of my slit.
I pulled my mouth away from Candy's mouth, then tentatively felt downwards seeking out her now fully erect she-cock. As I gently wrapped my fingers round Candy's hot penis, I lightly bit Candy's left earlobe, before I started to tongue her neck. Candy let out an almost silent hiss as I licked up and down before she dug her nails lightly into my right shoulder and eased me back.
Candy silently squatted in front of me and gripped my shaft in her right hand. I gasped. Candy swiftly took my cock in her mouth and started blowing me. I had to urge myself not to cum too quickly.
As Candy slurped on my dick, I actually growled in pleasure, and I had to really concentrate hard on not coming too soon. I don't know if Candy sensed this, but she stood up suddenly and backed onto the bed before flopping down and looking up at me.
"Baby, come to bed."
I leaned over, as Candy asked, "You want suck me, baby? Go on, I know you want to."
She fucking knew exactly what I wanted.
I kind of ended up leaning on the bed poised on my forearms, half on, half off, just about managing to awkwardly push my head down into Candy's groin. Jeez, that familiar smell! There was nothing like it. It excited me like when I was a teen, when I first smelt a girl's pussy. But this was so much better.
I opened my mouth, extending my tongue, then licked upwards over Candy's closely shaven crinkled ball sack, running my tongue all the way up her rigid pole, until I reached the top of Candy's dick, before swallowing, hands-free.
Candy tensed, and gripped my head with both hands, letting out softly Spanish-accented 'Ayyyyeeee's as I went to work on her gorgeous she-cock.
I was in heaven. Fuck, nothing beat this, I now realized. She-cock was the best.
After what felt like a rapturous age, but was actually only around 90 seconds, Candy pulled my head up.
"Lie back. You. You lie back."
I clambered onto the bed next to Candy, twisting round and lying on my back. She signaled I should move all the way up, which I did. I rested my head on a couple of pillows on the right-hand side of the bed.
Reaching under one of the pillows next to me, I watched Candy pull out a blue foil-wrapped condom. Glancing at me, she smiled as she ripped the tiny foil package apart. Candy then pushed me back flat on the bed, before carefully placing the condom on the tip of my dick. I gasped loudly as Candy leaned forward and pressed her lips tightly together before sliding the microfine rubber down the length of my shaft with her mouth.
Then Candy lay back next to me.
"You ready, I can tell. Fuck me like this! You top!"
Candy spread her legs wide apart, pulling on the underside of her thighs as she wiggled her ass down and up.
"I already prepare, baby. My pussy wet. Come on! Fuck me!"
I slid round so I was between Candy's open legs.
Looking down and taking a hold of my rubber covered dick, I noticed that the condom was red, I put the tip of my dick at the entrance to Candy's asshole.
"Go, baby, go! I want your cock. Don't tease now!" Candy commanded, looking deep into my eyes.
At Candy's invitation I slid my dick firmly into her tight asshole, which she'd clearly pre-lubed. A ripple of pleasure shimmered back into my groin, almost like a mini-orgasm. I hesitated. Don't cum, Ron, do NOT fucking cum yet, I begged myself.
I managed to regain some modicum of control, then started firmly, but not too firmly, shafting Candy's tight slippery asshole. I wanted this to last.
Candy looked me in the eye and smiled, then reached down for her hard dick with her right hand. As she did this, her right leg flopped down, making it awkward for me for a couple of moments until I arched my back up and down towards the foot of the bed and gripped both of Candy's calf muscles with my hands. I pushed Candy's legs out and up, really high up, regaining my rhythm as I blissfully fucked this shemale slut as carefully as I could.
It seemed that I was doing something right. I watched as Candy's eyes screwed shut, her teeth gritted in a rictus of pleasure. Candy started to stroke her own dick in time with my thrusts.
As I fucked Candy, a sudden idea entered my head and I started smothering Candy's left ankle with kisses, before for some reason, I don't know why, I started to lick the instep and thick plastic heels of Candy's red stripper pumps.
As intensely as I was enjoying this fuck, and even though I wanted it to last forever, I soon felt that familiar build-up developing, and I started upping the pace as I approached nirvana. When it happened, it happened suddenly, my dick twitching as I started to wail and fill the tight latex covering on my cock with pulses of hot seed. FUCK!
When my orgasm subsided, I realized I was sweating heavily. I paused, my dick still half-embedded in Candy's perfect shemale ass-pussy, and I breathed out heavily.
"Oh, baby. You stop? That good?"
"Yes," I replied breathlessly.
"You finish me off? Jerk me baby. Stay in me. Jerk my dick!"
I repositioned myself managing to keep my softening dick inside Candy's tight shithole, then with my left hand, I gripped her beautiful cock.
I started wanking Candy as hard and fast as I could. After about 45 seconds, Candy's dick went totally rigid and a first long watery string of cum spurted upwards, landing between Candy's round silicon breasts. A second, then third less intense spurt landed in a small pool around Candy's tattoo-ed navel, she had this blue-ink sun thing going on round her belly- button, then her cock went still in my palm.
"You is good baby, very good," Candy smiled.
I pulled my dick out of Candy's tender asshole, taking care to keep the condom on my by now rapidly deflating boner. Without asking, I leaned forward and licked up the pool of cum from Candy's midriff, then I eased up to her breasts and gulped down the delicious cum splattered between her titties. I then moved up to Candy's face and we finished off with a long kiss.
Candy pushed me up and turned me over onto the bed. She leaned to the right side, grabbed something, a cardboard box, then using a couple of sheets of tissue paper, removed the spent condom from my spent dick. Giving me a coy smile, she leaned in and gave my cock a gentle nibble. Then she stood up and threw the tissue paper into a small, brown, what else, wastebasket.
Candy walked over to the oval table, lit a cigarette and took a series of short inhales. Then she picked up her cellphone and stared intently at the screen.
"Baby, the 300 get you 30 minutes. You re-charge? Get hard again? I give you good blow job? OK? But when clock hit thirty you must go."
"No, it's OK, I have to go now," I replied.
The idea of a blow job was a good one, but I wanted to get back to the hotel so I could call home. And tell Louise some lies. Like, how I'd gone for a drink, but there was no hanky-panky.
I got dressed, left the room after Candy gave me a kiss on the cheek, and walked through the reception area then out into the main foyer. Luckily there were two cabs parked up outside. I got into the first cab and headed back to my hotel.
==
About fifteen minutes later, safely back in my room, I called Louise.
"Ron, I want you to tell me what just happened, OK? I mean I check online banking, and I see you taking 200 bucks out of our account like forty minutes ago, so I'm assuming a hooker. A shemale hooker if I know you. So don't tell me any lies. I want all of the gory detail. Right now. OK?"
I had little option but to agree. I heard a click as Louise lit a cigarette.
"OK, Ron, tell me all about this chick-with-a-dick you just fucked! And if you got her on the internet, and I'm assuming you did, Facebook message me a link to the dirty slut's ad. Now. I'll give you a few seconds. Then I want to hear all about it. Did she fuck your ass?"
I put the phone on speaker, laid it down on the bedside table, grabbed my laptop, copied Candy's link into Messenger, and hit 'Send'. Then I sat back on the bed and got ready for my confessional with Louise.
TO BE CONTINUED