Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 145

Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends

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In the months that followed, Louise and I kind of drifted into a 'yoyo' sex life.

One time it would be a 'Duty Fuck'. The next, Louise would be demanding that I 'Bang her slut ass!'. There was no in-between. I tried to talk to Louise about it, but she wouldn't engage.

As it was, I started liking the 'potty mouth' fucks more and more.

And although I said 'yoyo', actually it was like three-to-one 'Duty Fucks'.

And when Louise would actually seem to get excited, sometimes I would join in, telling Louise she was a 'Slut' and shit like that. She seemed to get off on this, and when I did talk dirty to her, Louise's excitement levels went up and her orgasms felt to me as if they were really intense.

On the 'Duty Fuck' side of the schedule, Louise usually didn't come at all.

Thing was, I genuinely could not tell beforehand what type of fuck we were going to have. I found it confusing, and sometimes annoying.

It was strange. But it gave me additional incentive for extra-marital activities with guys. But in hindsight, I really should have forced Louise to discuss things. Things didn't seem right. I could see that. But I didn't know what to do.

Well, except to compensate by meeting with other guys from the hook-up sites I frequented. And going to Romeo's when I could sneak in a visit to the cabins. This was becoming more of a regular thing. The staff even started saying 'Hello' to me.

At one point, I even thought about setting up profiles on more straight- oriented websites and seeing if I could hook up with women.

Although the closest I got to that was a 150 buck quicky with a massively overweight black female prostitute in Elmsford. Her web ad pictures showed an attractive larger woman with a gigantic pair of tits and a not too big body. I was completely fooled. She could have played linebacker for the '86 Giants. Possibly she did.

Another thing was that Louise's modelling jobs became more frequent. Carmella had put her in touch with other agencies that specialized in online shopping websites, and Louise picked up a lot of work for clothing aimed at women with 'fuller figures'.

I wasn't totally surprised one night when I asked Louise to show me her latest modelling pictures, and she showed me an underwear session she'd done the previous week for an online retailer.

It was tasteful enough, far from 'erotic'. But I couldn't help imagining young kids who liked big tits jerking off while looking at pictures of my hot wife attired in various bras and panties, stockings and suspender belts.

And I'm only partially ashamed to confess, I did actually do that myself a couple of times when I was home alone.

==

As I mentioned, during this period I actively kept up my (hopefully) risk- averse meets with guys from the hook-up sites I frequented.

One that stands out was a meet I arranged with a guy called Bond. That's the only name he gave me. It was probably a fake name. I myself was still going under the alias, 'Peter'.

We'd 'chatted' online a couple of times using the website chat feature when he put a proposal to me. He gave me a cell number and asked me to call him lunchtime the next day. I left the office, drove to my 'special spot' in the Industrial Park, parked up, and after a brief hesitation, I called Bond's number.

"Hi, Bond, here," a gruff deep voice answered, pretty much right away. "Seeing you're calling me on this number I assume this is Peter? Right?"

"Yes, it's Peter," I replied.

"OK, I'll get straight to the point, Peter. I have a friend, well, more of an acquaintance. Whatever. A guy. They love to get dressed up in sexy women's clothes. What they especially like is a bunch of guys standing round them jerking off. Covering them in cum. Well, that's after a few of us have fucked the sissy bitch in the ass. Or the slut has sucked our dicks. Or both. The bitch does exactly what I tell them. Anyway, I have a session arranged with them tomorrow afternoon. 3pm. I have three other guys set. With me, and hopefully you, that makes five. Five's a good number. You interested?"

"Eh.. Yes. I could be."

"I need to know now. You in or out? I have other options."

"Where is it?" I asked.

"New Rochelle. Private residence. Not a club. Not in a shit neighborhood."

"Eh.. OK. I can drive there?"

"There's parking nearby."

"Eh.. OK."

"Now, if you want, you can wear a mask. If you don't have one, I can give you an eye mask. You know? Lone Ranger, Zorro type. We usually take pictures, but usually it's just dicks and my slut's cum covered face."

"Ah.. I don't want to be, you know, identifiable?"

"You got any tattoos?"

"No."

"Well, how the fuck can anyone identify you? Unless you have an instantly recognizable foot-long dick or something. Which from your profile pictures, I see you don't. We can keep your face out of it. And with the mask on no- one would know it's you."

I took a deep breath.

"I'll need a mask."

"I already told you. I'll provide one."

"OK," I said.

"So, you in?"

"Yes. I'm in."

"OK, I will DM you the address. To your profile. I'll also send you a picture of the slut we'll be soaking. See you tomorrow, Pete. 3pm. Don't be late. Call me when you've parked."

Then the line went dead.

I waited a few minutes, then got my 'burner laptop' from the trunk. I logged on to the hook-up site I'd met Bond on. I saw that I had one new message. I opened it.

There was an address with a link to google maps. And a photo attached. I opened the picture.

Thin guy, crossdresser, looked youngish. Actually, it was hard to tell when I looked closer. No, not so young, just very heavy make-up. He was on his knees, the picture was taken from above. They were squeezed into a black PVC catsuit, thin dick dangling out down below. Long peroxide blonde wig, thick make-up, heavily blushed cheeks, VERY red lips, and dark sunglasses. Quite sexy. Especially with what looked like more than one dose of cum dripping from their smooth slightly pointed chin.

Yes. I think this is going to be fun, I told myself.

==

The following day, after I'd parked and called Bond, he directed me to the main door of an old building which was next door to a cellphone repair shop. When I reached the door, it opened before I could knock.

"Come in, quick," a deep voice I recognized from the previous day's phone call instructed me.

After the door closed, a tall guy in a white bathrobe who looked about forty, with a shaved head, greeted me. He had a well-lived-in face, a deep scar was visible just to the left of his chin. He wasn't wearing a mask.

"Pete, right?"

"Yes."

"I'm Bond. Here, take this."

He handed me a black felt mask, like someone would wear to a masked ball.

"It's upstairs. Come on."

I followed Bond upstairs.

"You can get changed in there. Well, get undressed is what I mean. Nobody here is shy. Then come to the room at the end of the hallway. Down there. You're the last. Then we're all set."

I entered the room that Bond had indicated and noticed what looked like three sets of clothes folded, lying on a large double bed. I got undressed. I'd left my wallet and normal phone in the car. But at least one wallet was visible next to what looked like a carefully folded security guard's uniform.

Then I walked, fully naked, down the carpeted hallway and into the room at the end. Which was another, larger, bedroom. Well, it was clearly decorated like a bedroom, except there was no bed. Just a wardrobe and a long dresser, with a chair in front of it.

I looked around me.

Everyone was naked.

There was Bond, now wearing a mask like mine, who had a healthy length of meat dangling down from under a dark bushy patch of pubic hair.

There was a heavily tattooed, skinny kid, olive complexion, I guessed Hispanic, wearing what looked like a black ski-mask.

A bigger, mixed-race, more well-built guy who wasn't masked, who looked like he was the security guard, was standing to the other side of Bond. He also looked around 40. His fat, stubby dick was already pretty much all the way hard.

And finally, there was a tall very smooth bodied athletic blond guy, wearing the same type of mask as me and Bond. He looked very fuckable, actually. He had a great looking semi-hard cock poking out above a tight clean-shaven scrotum.

"OK, everybody. We're all set. No need to wait any longer. Dina, get your bitch ass out here! NOW!"

I heard a movement from behind a partially closed door on the far wall. The door opened and 'Dina' stepped out from a small bathroom.

How to describe Dina?

Slim, very feminine legs, bobbed bright red wig, dark sunglasses and luscious red painted lips. They were wearing a shiny black micro dress, and black sheer stockings. They had these totally fake massive balloon tits bulging out of the top half of the dress and were wearing elbow-length black lace gloves and pair of outrageously high-heeled, knee-length, shiny black platform boots.

A final nice touch, for me at least, was a freshly lit cigarette dangling from their shiny red lips.

In terms of age, they were older than I'd thought when I'd looked at their picture the previous day. Maybe it had been an old photo. The make-up was caked on, but I'd take a guess at least 40, maybe older. Probably older.

However, I gave no fucks. They wore the dirty crossdresser slut look very well. And I just knew that they would suck cock deliciously.

"OK, Dina, tell the guys a little about yourself. You know, an introduction. For the new guys."

"Well, boys," Dina started in a very artificial fake female voice, "As some of you already know, I'm Dina, I belong to Bond here, he's my master, and I like cock. I like cock in my ass, I like cock in my mouth, but most of all I like a good dirty facial. I want you to cover my dirty slut face with your cum. But first, the new guys. You," Dina said pointing to the blond, "And you," they said pointing to me, "As you're new, you get to poke my dirty slut ass first."

"But remember," Bond warned, "Don't fucking cum. If you're a five second kinda guy, just stick your dick in and take it straight back out. I repeat, DO NOT FUCKING CUM! Dina wants it all on her dirty fucking slut face. Don't you, bitch!" Bond grunted.

"Oh, yes, master. You know exactly what your dirty slut wants. Thank you so much!"

"OK, you, Blondie!" Bond said tapping the blond guy on the arm. "Get over there. You too, Pete," he said, pointing at me.

Me and the blond guy took the few steps over to where Dina was standing. Dina smiled, took a very long drag on her cigarette, then put it down in an ashtray on a dresser set against the wall on the left of the room.

Dina approached me first. They put their right hand around the back of my neck and pulled me close. Before I had a chance to react, they clamped their velvety lipstick-covered lips on mine. I opened my mouth as Dina pressed their smoky tongue deep into my mouth. My dick instantly started to inflate with blood.

But before I got too excited, Dina broke off, grabbed 'Blondie', and started French kissing him.

After maybe twenty seconds, Dina released the blond guy and took a step back. She looked at us both.

"I love kissing, and you guys are such good kissers. Maybe you'd like to kiss me afterwards? When I've got all of that lovely cum on my lips."

I made no reply. But I was surprised when the blond guy answered.

"Yes, I'd like that," he smiled.

"OK, Dina, stop fucking about! Get the guys hard. NOW!" Bond commanded.

Dina slowly knelt down in front of us. She reached over to my right and grabbed the blond guy's dick. He was completely shaven down below. I wasn't, and wondered if I should have done some housekeeping down there before I'd come.

Without pausing, Dina took Blondie's dick in their mouth. Blondie, I might as well call him 'Blondie', closed his eyes and sighed. My cock reacted, stiffening. I was pretty much all the way there. This was turning me on.

I felt movement behind me and spotted that the three guys currently watching had started to slowly stroke their dicks.

Dina slipped Blondie's dick out of their mouth, turned in my direction, and slowly ran their tongue around my glans. Then I gasped as Dina sucked my cock down their throat. Shit!

After a few more seconds, Dina stopped sucking on my pole.

"Seems you guys are ready! You first," Dina said directly to me. "Go on, I'm prepared. Pump my ass a little. Don't worry Blondie, you're next!"

Dina lifted herself up off of their knees and then squatted on all fours on floor.

I knelt down behind them.

"Remember, Pete, don't fucking come," Bond instructed. "This is how we roll, Dina gets all of the juice, ALL of it, on her dirty slut face. I'm a good master. I treat my slut well, don't I, you fucking sissy whore?"

"Yes, master," Dina replied.

I glanced down at Dina's ass. I noticed a shiny smear of lube on the edges of their crinkled dark pink anus. I took a deep breath and slowly fed my cock into Dina's asshole. It went in easily. Dina let out a soft moan as I pushed myself in.

"Niiiiiiiiccccce," Dina purred.

I jerked myself forward, pushing deeper into Dina's ass with a hard prod.

"Hhhhhhmmmm! Fuck my dirty slut ass!" Dina growled.

I started pumping. I got to about six hard thrusts, then Bond suddenly shouted, "WOOOOOAAAAAHHHH! OK, Pete, enough!"

I pulled my dick out of Dina's asshole and stood up.

"OK, Blondie, your turn! Pete, over here with the rest of us!"

I took a few steps to where Bond and the other guys were standing. The three of them were now sporting fully pumped-up hardons.

I saw Blondie carefully kneel down behind Dina. I could see his eyes widen underneath his mask as he pushed his stiff cock down with his right hand and penetrated Dina's ass. Dina let out another moan. Blondie held still for a few seconds.

Then he moved his torso back and started pumping Dina's ass hard.

"Hhhhhmm, hhhhmmmm, hhhhmmmmmm," Dina started panting in response to Blondie's penile thrusts. Then Blondie stopped suddenly, his dick still rooted in Dina's anus.

"I'm ready," he said, looking straight at Bond.

"OK. Over here. Dina, you dirty fucking slut, warm-ups are over, now it's time for the main event. Get your slut ass and your dirty fucking mouth over here you dirty fag bitch!"

"Yes, master," Dina responded.

Blondie pulled out and they both stood up. Dina reached over and grabbed their half-smoked cigarette, took a deep pull and then crushed it out in the ashtray.

"FUCKING MOVE! You can smoke after, you dirty fucking bitch!"

"Yes, master. Sorry!"

"You fucking will be if you don't get your slut ass over here now and start sucking on these here cocks! MOVE IT!"

Dina demurely stepped over to where we five guys were now stood in a semicircle. We were all hard. Properly hard. Dina knelt down. The Mexican looking kid and the security guard dude were now properly pumping their dicks.

Dina leant over to Bond and took his floppy hard-ish dick, he was packing a big one, in her mouth. Then after about twenty seconds she switched to a second cock, Blondie's again, then took the kid in the ski mask's cock in their mouth, then the guy who I took to be the security guard's cock, then mine.

Bond was now masturbating wildly. I thought he might be about to cum, but then a whistled groan from my other side escaped from the security guard dude's gritted teeth, and a first, second, then third spurt of watery come landed on Dina's forehead and sunglasses. Dina spat my cock out as she started to laugh almost maniacally.

"OH FUCK! YESSSSSSSSSS! GIVE ME YOUR CUM! I FUCKING LOVE IT!"

"OK, you guys, keep going for it! Don't stop until we've covered this bitch in cum!" Bond grunted.

Blondie came next, a couple of minutes later, splattering Dina's chin and lips, and about ten seconds after that, the Hispanic dude started whining, a large blob of his seed arcing upwards before hitting Dina's cheek, and some more landing on Dina's shades. I could see now why they wore sunglasses.

Next Bond erupted, he was definitely what you'd call a 'heavy cummer', his seed went every-fucking-where, some even spurted onto my leg, and finally my own orgasm exploded, and I dumped three fat sticky blobs of cum onto Dina's mouth and nose.

Shit! That had been intense. And a lot of fucking fun. I didn't really go for this master/slave shit, but whatever.

Dina was now giggling like a teenage girl.

"Fuck, that's a lot of cum! THANKS GUYS!"

It struck me at this point that Dina was definitely on something.

Dina then slowly stood up as Bond took several pictures of her cum-covered face on his cellphone.

Dina held a few poses, made kissing movements with her lips, then when Bond put his phone down, she looked over at the blond guy.

"Kiss me Blondie!"

The blond guy moved his face close to Dina's, and they started to tongue kiss. I watched as globules of cum dripped from Dina's lips into the guy's mouth. Blondie finished by licking as much cum as he could scoop up from Dina's sunglasses and forehead, before spitting it back into Dina's mouth. It was kind of gross. Sexy, but gross.

"OK, guys. Dina's next treat, and I mean treat for her, will be next month. I'll update you by DM. Enzo, you and Doobie here have hit your limit, so I hope you've enjoyed yourselves."

The Hispanic kid and the security guard dude thanked Bond for the 'good times' then headed to get changed.

"Pete, Blondie, I probably didn't explain. It's a maximum three times with Dina. It keeps things fresh, for Dina, and I do like to keep Dina satisfied. She's a dirty whore, but a good whore. You guys are welcome to come again next month. I'll DM you. Anyway, you can let yourselves out."

Dina came back into the room from the bathroom and relit the slightly bent cigarette they'd left in the ashtray. They'd removed their sunglasses revealing heavily shaded dark blue glittery eyelids. They didn't look half bad, actually.

I thought I might take Bond up on his offer of another visit.

Before I said my goodbyes, I noticed Bond walk over to Dina and free their cock from underneath their micro-dress.

"You want I suck you now baby? Do you?" Bond said, a lot more tenderly than he had said anything during the previous sperm-fest.

Before I saw what was about to develop, I turned and walked down the hallway a few steps behind Blondie who had left the room moments before.

Then I got dressed in silence as the blonde guy put his clothes on next to me.

But as I was putting my shoes on, I decided to be spontaneous.

"Listen, I know today was kind of a special event, but do you meet? You know in more normal circumstances? Eh.. well.. I think you're hot."

"I think you're hot too," the blond guy replied.

"Eh.. well, how would.."

"My handle on the website is DanRobbo93," he replied, then spelt out the handle for me letter by letter, enumerating the numbers at the end.

"Ping me a DM, OK?" he said, after he'd given me his username.

"I will," I replied.

"I'm married by the way," he added.

"Me too," I replied.

"I know. You didn't take your ring off."

"Ah, yeah," I replied.

"I'm Dan, by the way."

"Peter," I lied in response.

"OK, I suppose I better be going," Dan said with a smile.

==

We walked together to our cars. Dan's was two parking spots down from mine. He was driving an expensive model Mercedes. NY plates.

"OK, Pete. Message me. We can hopefully fix something up. Something we'll both enjoy."

Then I drove back to the office.

TO BE CONTINUED