Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 132
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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I arrived at the address Donna had given me just after 7:50pm, a condo development that seemed to have known better days. From the half-empty parking lot I texted Donna to let her know that I'd arrived. I soon received a text back directing me to the entrance of apartment block 2 and telling me to press the buzzer for apartment 2C. I left the car and walked over the few yards to the building entrance marked 'Block 2'. Then, as Donna had instructed, I pushed the button marked '2C'.
There was a crackle from a speaker in the center of the entry panel and the main door opened accompanied by a short metallic buzz and a loud click. I pushed the heavy wooden and glass door open wider and entered a dimly lit atrium that smelled of stale cigarette smoke. A brighter light flickered on above me as the door clicked shut behind me.
There were short corridors to each side of the entrance hallway and a single elevator right in front of me. I walked forward and took the elevator up to the second story. When I exited the elevator, I saw two doors in front of me, one to the right, another on my left. The door to my left was open. I noticed '2C' stenciled on the wall by the open door. I'd come to the right place.
I walked over and stood near the doorway for a few seconds, then Donna looked out and beckoned me to come in.
"Close the door, come on. Here," Donna said quietly.
I entered and closed the door then followed Donna down a short hallway, before turning right into a medium sized living room.
I noticed right away that everything, and I mean everything, carpet, wallpaper, furniture, was a light cream color or some shade of brown. The place was clean but there was something about it that oozed shittyness. Put it this way, I wouldn't live here.
"Rob," Donna said winking, "It's ROB, right? I'm Donna. Take a seat. Please."
I guess Donna had settled on 'Rob' as my fake name for situations like these.
I sat down on a light brown three-seater sofa, which had been accessorized with light blue and turquoise cushions. At least the cushions weren't brown. Still, it was pretty obvious the apartment wasn't owned by an interior designer.
I noticed that Donna, who'd been wearing a thick overcoat in the coffee shop, was fairly casually dressed. Blue jeans, a dark-blue sweater with silver trim, showing a decent amount of cleavage, and loose white calf high boots that her jeans were tucked into. I noticed that she was freshly made- up. And her blonde hair was nicely styled too.
"OK. Before you meet with Asha, ROB," Donna said nodding her head towards an open door on the back wall, "Let's take care of the formalities. You have the two hundred, right?"
"Eh, yes, eh, I have," I replied.
I reached out and handed Donna her cash back.
"OK, I'll take that, thank you very much. I like to get the business part out of the way first."
Donna stared at me momentarily.
"OK, let's introduce you to Asha. Come on. Follow me."
I stood up and followed Donna to a medium-sized bedroom.
Like the living room, the theme was in the bedroom was light brown. I noticed that there was a recess above the bed, where a golden colored blocky statue-like feature spelled out the word 'LOVE', the letter 'O' tilted to the left. Tacky.
I also noticed a tall slim dark-haired woman over by the bed. After a brief pause, she walked towards me.
When I'd caught a first look at her, she'd initially looked bored, but she switched on a wide smile as soon as she caught my eye. Nice teeth, I noticed.
"Hi, I'm Asha," the woman said demurely.
Before I could say anything in reply, Donna interjected.
"Asha, this is Rob. Thirty minutes. Full service. Right," Donna said turning to face me, "I'll leave you two to get acquainted. If you need me, I'll be in the living room. Have fun!"
Donna walked out of the room and closed the door.
An uncertain look flashed across Asha's face before she quickly reset her smile. I wondered if she was nervous.
"OK. Please, get undressed," she said, "You can put your clothes there, on that chair."
I saw a chair in front of a large dark pine dresser on my left. I took a few steps over and started to undress.
There was a laptop on the pine dresser. A porno was quietly playing on the screen. Standard straight porn, a brunette big-titted MILF getting fucked from behind by a muscular white guy with a shaved head.
Asha? Well, she wasn't half bad looking, but she wasn't someone I'd necessarily have hit on in a bar. Well, I guess it would depend on how much I'd had to drink. And how much I needed a fuck.
She looked about 40, was pretty but not drop-dead gorgeous, and was heavily made-up, with long very straight shiny dark hair. She was dressed in what I would describe as prostitute chic. A black and red bra and panties set, the bra low-cut, a thin black lacy suspender belt and lacy topped sheer black stockings, and black patent leather heels.
Like I said, Asha had a pretty enough face. And she had a work-out trim body and a decent pair of tits. Natural. I wouldn't say they were overly big, but she was far from flat-chested. But I just found that I wasn't massively attracted to her. I mean, I was going to fuck her, obviously, but she wasn't what I'd been expecting. Possibly not slutty enough, I realized. In my mind's eye I could envisage her looking bored working her day job in some sterile government office building.
Anyway, I got undressed as quickly as I could and as I did, I noticed Asha remove her panties and stand at the edge of the bed. As I took my socks off, I glanced up again briefly and saw that Asha's pussy was clean shaven.
Once I'd fully disrobed, I stood by the chair.
"Come on. Over here," Asha directed me, pointing to the bed.
As requested, I walked over next to Asha and then stopped right in front of her. I tensed as Asha reached down and gently fondled my cock, her cold touch making my ballsack tighten.
"Oh, don't be nervous," Asha smiled, noticing that I wasn't yet hard.
"Sit," Asha then said.
I sat down on the bed.
"OK, lie back. Let me get you in the mood."
I slowly lay back down on the bed.
Asha sat next to my prone body and moved her head down towards my groin.
I got a sudden surprise as Asha immediately swallowed my cock. I'd expected her to put a condom on me first.
Asha started to work my cock with her warm mouth, and pretty soon my dick woke up and started to come alive. As I rapidly stiffened, I couldn't complain that Asha didn't know how to suck cock.
As Asha slurped on my pole, she was emitting what I took to be slightly affected moans from the sides of her lips as she moved her head up and down methodically. Part of the act, I assumed.
But as she continued pleasuring me with her mouth, I started to enjoy Asha's oral attention more and more, so much so that after around a minute I had to gently place my hands on the top of Asha's head to stop her from taking me too far.
Asha released my dick from between her shiny red lips and looked up at me. She smiled. What seemed to be a more genuine smile this time.
"So, you liked that, didn't you?" Asha asked.
"Yes," I responded.
"I can tell," Asha said nodding her chin down in the direction of my now fully blood engorged member, "But you're ready for something more, I think?" Asha smiled.
"Yes," I once again replied.
"OK, let's get one of these on you," Asha said, sliding up the bed and reaching over to a small bedside unit where there was a box of tissues and about five or six condoms lying in a small pile.
Asha quickly tore open one of the foil packs and carefully pulled a pink condom out. She bent over my waist, tightly gripping the base of my shaft, which made me flinch, then gently unwrapped the microfine silicon protector over my stiff dick.
"There, now we're ready," Asha said as she hitched her body up and climbed over on top of me.
"You OK like this?" Asha asked, leaning down, her face now very close to mine.
"Sure," I replied.
"Good. I like being on top," Asha said, smiling.
Asha then moved her right hand down between her legs, seeking out my cock. I felt her squeeze my shaft and slip her lower body to one side until I felt the tip of my rubber covered cock encounter the warm moist entrance to her cunt.
Asha pushed down, then as she pulled her hand away quickly, I felt my cock sink into her surprisingly wet cunt.
Asha let a soft 'Ooooh' escape from her lips, and a grunt was forced out of my mouth in response as my dick was sucked all the way into Asha's snatch.
Asha paused for a second, then started to gyrate on my dick. She made swift, but graceful, circular motions. Shit, she was really taking me by surprise. This was a lot better than I'd been expecting.
Asha had started moaning loudly pretty much right away. Fake moans, I assumed. But soon I got another surprise when Asha pushed her mouth downwards, crushing her lips onto mine before invading my startled mouth with her slippery wet tongue.
Shit! I didn't think that a normal hooker kissed. Not like this anyway.
Possibly it was because Asha was really an amateur, playing at being a whore, simply getting her kicks in Donna Maloney's weird sexual universe. But this was starting to get good.
Anyway, whatever the reason, the passionate kissing turned up my excitement a notch or three, and I responded willingly with my lips and tongue before reaching down and firmly gripping Asha's firm butt cheeks. Then as I picked up on her rhythm, I started to match Asha's gyrations with carefully timed thrusts of my by now rampantly hard cock.
Asha started moaning even louder, and I found myself starting to grunt back uncontrollably in response. And, even with a rubber on, the sensations working their way into my body from my glans were electric, and it was little surprise after about two minutes when I started to tremble before giving myself up to a sudden powerful orgasmic release.
As I came, my cock twitching in tingling spasms of pleasure, I forced my tongue as far as I could into Asha's mouth as I felt her whole body start to shake.
Asha suddenly and violently expelled my tongue from her mouth, and I looked up into her startled eyes as her mouth opened wide. Asha sucked in hard, her lungs filing with air, before a deep groan escaped from deep inside her. This went on for a good five, ten seconds. Following a sharp deep gasp, Asha's final response took the form of a loudly exhaled 'Ooooooooaaaahhhh fuhhhhhhhh' before her body suddenly jolted downwards, her chin bumping against mine. Asha's body tensed one last time. I felt her cunt muscles squeeze in on my dick then release as she finally relaxed and gently slumped down onto my chest.
Fuck.
Asha either knew how to fake an orgasm like an expert, or she'd actually come.
Asha lay on me for maybe fifteen more seconds. Then she raised her head, climbed off of the bed, took a handful of tissues, and tenderly slipped the spent condom off of my still lightly tingling dick.
She threw the mess into a wastebasket on the far wall. I then saw Asha pick up a wristwatch from the bedside table. She put it back down glanced over at me.
"If you like, you can recharge. We can go again. You still have time."
I pushed myself up.
"No. It's OK. I have to go."
"Ah. OK. If you like, well, anal's fifty extra. You can give me the money."
"No, I really have to go," I replied.
"Ah. OK. Donna will see you out," Asha said matter-of-factly.
"Thanks," I said, as I climbed off of the bed. I wasn't sure why I said 'Thanks', but I did.
As I got dressed, Asha lit a cigarette. When I'd put all of my clothes on, Asha walked over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, then opened the bedroom door.
I heard footsteps as Donna approached.
"Oh, good. All done?"
"Yes," I replied.
I noticed Donna had a cellphone in her hand, with a 'hold' icon on the screen. She glanced over at Asha and gave a nod. Asha walked past me and headed towards a door on the right side of the living room. She opened the door to what I saw was the bathroom, then shut the door with a click.
"Ron," Donna whispered, "I hope you had fun. We have another guy due in twenty minutes. Meet me at the place I gave you the details for. And I hope you still have something left in the tank for me. Sorry, I have to go."
Donna leaned in and softly kissed me on the lips. Then she refocused on the cellphone. She clicked on the screen with her right index finger.
"Yes, sorry, sure, I'm back. Let me give you the address again. How long?"
I headed over to the front door as I heard the toilet flush. Then I left the apartment.
TO BE CONTINUED