Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 25
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I spent most of the next half hour calming Louise down. She was chain smoking, and had demanded I open another bottle of red wine. Which she was drinking like it was water. I stressed the importance of her not losing her shit when Donna arrived.
At pretty much 8:30pm exactly, the doorbell rang.
"Louise, we can fix this. We'll calmly, and I do mean calmly, tell Donna how upset we are, then Donna will get the pictures taken down. But I need you to be calm. OK?"
Louise glared at me as she lit yet another cigarette from the tip of her previous one.
I went to the door and let Donna in.
"Hi, Donna. Come on in."
"Ron, what's this all about?" Donna asked, as I shut the front door.
Donna had put make-up on. Mascara, some light blue eye-shadow, and slapped on some red lipstick. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was parted in the middle. She had a slightly off the shoulder black Rolling Stones T-shirt on, a black pair of denims, which were very tight on her large thighs but flared slightly below the knee, and a pair of white trainers. Not glam at all, which I felt made her look more natural, more attractive. For a larger woman, ok, a fat woman, Donna still looked good. I could see why BBW aficionados would find her hot.
Donna walked over towards the couch. Louise was sternly stubbing out her part-smoked cigarette. She looked at Donna.
"Louise, what is it?"
I walked up behind Donna. I decided to answer on Louise's behalf. To me that seemed the immediate most sensible approach. I wasn't sure I could trust Louise not to start screaming and shouting.
"Donna, take a seat, here". I pointed to an armchair.
Donna sat down. Took a cigarette out of a pack in her black leather purse, and lit it.
"Donna, it's about your website."
Donna looked startled for a second.
"You know about my website?"
"Yes, Donna, we've seen it. In fact if you look at my laptop", I picked up the laptop and pointed it in Donna's direction, "you can see I'm logged in as a member".
Donna pulled deeply on her cigarette. "Shit. I guess the cat's out of the bag then. Let me guess. Randall. Randall and Joanne. Fuckers."
Donna then looked over at Louise.
"Guys, you know how into sex I am. This thing was actually Frank's idea. We met a guy in a bar about a year ago. He was drunk, and he said to Frank he'd love to fuck me. Frank, as you know, doesn't mind watching me with other men. In fact he loves it. The guy said he'd pay us 200 bucks if he could come back to our place and fuck me. Married guy, fit, about 45, I'd actually have fucked him for free. He'd been staring at my tits all night, and had been hitting on me in the smoking area."
I sat down with Louise as Donna carried on speaking. I put the laptop down on the coffee table. Louise pulled her part-smoked cigarette out of the ashtray, straightened it and re-lit it. She still hadn't spoken since Donna arrived.
"Well, after that, and the guy did give us 200 dollars, Frank suggested maybe we could make some money if we set up a website and marketed me. Frank was sure there was a market for hot BBW MILFs. I suppose the idea kind of turned me on. I went with it. We'd already shot some home movies. He said that we could even just sell access to a private area of the website where we'd put the movies. He said it could work well, especially if a guy knew he could pick up the phone and actually fuck me after he'd seen me in action on his computer. He knew how it worked. He said people, well men, were bored with regular porn."
Donna paused and inhaled thoughtfully. She stretched over and flicked a long piece of ash into the ashtray on the coffee table. I made a mental note to empty it into the trash. Soon.
"So, I've been hooking now for about a year. I'm an actual real life whore. A lot of it has been fun. I suppose it helps being a nymphomaniac. One or two encounters have been not so good. And I turned down a grand to fuck some weirdo's dog. He actually turned up with the dog, a big black thing. Jesus."
Donna stubbed out her cigarette, then continued.
"The fucking for money is OK. Although I actually prefer making the movies. It's fun, a lot of fun actually. Sometimes a guy, or a couple even, will pay to be in a movie with me."
I spoke next.
"Donna, we're all consenting adults. What you and Frank do is your business. But Donna, your website, I'm sorry, you can't drag Louise into it"
Donna looked genuinely surprised.
"Louise, Ron! What are you guys talking about?"
I continued.
"Donna, your picture gallery, the photos when you were younger".
Donna looked at me.
"Ah, when I was beautiful. You know, Frank did get upset when I asked him to put up some photos with Gary in them. He's a little jealous of my first husband. Anyway, I persuaded him to put them up. But guys, how does this involve Louise?"
Louise spoke for the first time.
"Oh come on Donna!"
I went to the pictures in the 'Young Donna' gallery. I clicked through to page 3.
"Donna", I said. "Look. Now you might understand why we're upset"
Donna squeezed her eyes together and looked at the screen. Then her mouth dropped open.
"Oh, my fucking God!"
She looked at Louise.
"Louise, honey. You have to believe me! I told Frank not to use these pictures! The cock shots with Gary and Ruggy, and some of the shots from the pool, yes, sure. But I expressly forbade him to use any shots with you in them. The BASTARD! Let me fix this. Right now. Oh, I am so fucking sorry! Jesus, I get it now. I thought this was a 'concerned friends' call when you saw my website. I am so sorry, I never knew for a second."
Donna picked up her cell. I presumed she was dialling Frank. She was.
"Frank. Are you home? Yes? OK, not now, let me speak. Where am I? I'm at Louise and Ron's. Frank, shut up. Frank, listen. I want you to go to that place you update my website, daddy-whatever. Yes. Frank, quiet. Yes, they know I have a website. Frank, please shut the fuck up. It doesn't matter who, maybe they just fucking googled it. OK, you put shit up on my 'Young' folder. Yes, Frank, I'm with them, and yes, Frank you fucking IDIOT they are pissed! Get those fucking pictures of Louise off of the site. Right now! I don't care if it's the members' section, that doesn't matter you stupid jerkoff! We have over 100 members. How do you know it's nobody from here? What about Joanne and Randall, dummy? I'll be home later. And make sure you are in the bed in the spare room when I get in. I do not fucking want to talk to you tonight. Don't even talk to me in the fucking car tomorrow. You are lucky I am still going. If we hadn't taken advance bookings, and if I didn't feel I was letting Lolita, Chantay and Julie down, I'd fucking cancel it. Now, fuck off, and text me when you've taken those pictures down. Asshole!"
Donna ended the call.
Louise looked in her pack for another cigarette.
"Shit, I'm out"
"Here, take one of mine".
Donna leaned over and tossed her pack onto the coffee table. I got a good eyeful of Donna's huge melons trying to bust out of a black stretch bra under her T-shirt before she sat back upright. Louise lit up.
"Thanks"
"Louise, I am sorry. Obviously I kept those pictures. Frank saw them when I was looking at old shots to put on the website. In fact I'm pretty sure he's quite taken with them. He fucking went on and on about how great you looked. How great your tits looked. We were very sexy girls, Louise. I don't know if he did it to piss me off. I'm guessing it was just stupidity. I am so sorry, please believe me."
Donna's phone buzzed. She looked at it.
"Frank says he's killed the pictures. He also says he's sorry"
As Donna put her phone down, I picked up the laptop and F5-ed. The 'Young Donna' gallery no longer contained pictures of Louise. I showed Louise the page.
"Donna, can you ask Frank to delete the pictures off of his hard drive", I said.
Donna typed in another text. She looked back at me.
"Done"
Louise looked at me.
"Ron, get Donna a glass of wine. There's some things I'd like to say now"
I picked up the ashtray which was almost overflowing, took it through to the kitchen and emptied it, and got a new wine glass from the kitchen.
"Just a small glass, Ron, I'm driving", Donna said as I re-entered the living room.
I poured half a glass of red, and handed it to Donna.
"Thanks, Ron", Donna said as she took a small sip of wine. She then took a fresh pack of Marlboros from her purse, ripped off the cellophane and lit up. Donna repositioned herself more comfortably on the armchair.
Louise then took a deep draught from her glass, before she started speaking.
"Donna, even if it was Frank, I am still mightily pissed. Those photos should never ever have been uploaded to your website. Frank shouldn't have had the opportunity. Anyway. I've got a couple of questions. First, who took the pictures of you with Gary and Ruggy's cocks in your face?"
"Adrienne", Donna replied, pretty much instantly.
Louise let out a soft "Ah".
"You remember her, right? Skinny blonde, about 16, lived near Uncle Stan. She was from Quebec originally. She worshiped me."
Louise looked like she remembered. Donna carried on speaking.
"That thing was on a Saturday afternoon, there was college football on TV. The guys were watching the games and drinking beers. Adrienne and me were out sunbathing, swimming. You'd have been at work at that clothes store you used to work at weekends, at that big Mall. We got to fooling around. The boys got a little turned on, Adrienne and me were naked. I got a lot turned on. We took some pictures. Actually there are more, but Frank wouldn't let me put those up. Those photos he actually wanted deleted. So, Gary fucked me. Adrienne blew Ruggy. Yep, homo Ruggy liked her, maybe because she was so skinny, almost boyish I guess, pretty but virtually no boobs. Then Gary asked if he could fuck Adrienne. I said it was OK as long as he sucked Ruggy's cock first. And you know what? He did! Ruggy loved that. They 69- ed. Gary wouldn't allow any pictures of that."
Donna took another sip of wine. She looked at me.
"Ron. If you got any ideas looking at those pictures, well, when it came to any hanky-panky, Louise wasn't interested or involved in any of it."
Louise interjected.
"Donna, my next question. What's it like being a whore?"
Donna took a few seconds to think.
"Well, Louise, I'm assuming you mean the actual occupation, not the fact I'm a total slut. Which I admit. The way it works for me, where I'm in control, it's good. I think having Frank around most of the time helps me feel safe. I don't always work out of the house. Frank usually has some short term rental his firm is working on, we can use any apartment he has access to. And I work with a few other girls, we can also set up in an Airbnb. Sometimes we organize 'parties', like the thing tomorrow up at Lake Carmel. Big house not too far from the lake, that an ex-client of mine is letting us use. A really nice old guy, retired cop, widowed. He gets to fuck for free."
Louise picked up Donna's pack of Marlboros from the coffee table.
"Do you mind?"
"Hell, no, Louise. Help yourself."
Louise lit her cigarette with a series of concentrated puffs using the embers of her last one. Then she took another slurp of wine. I think Louise was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. She looked a little flushed in the cheeks
"OK, Donna. In your new profession, how many guys you fucked?"
"Fifty-seven. Yes, I keep count. Other than fellow pro's, I'd say 8 or 9 women. Usually part of a couple thing. We did get a woman want to partake in a party and pay us. She was a schoolteacher. A bit freaky, but nice girl. I offered her the chance to work, as in work for money, at subsequent parties but she declined. On occasion, I'll use a tranny if that's what a client needs. Randall's one of them, but he probably told you that already seeing I'm pretty sure it was him gave you access to the website."
It suddenly occurred to me, like it should have done when I saw Randall in one of Donna's movies, that Randall and Joanne seemed to have been far from truthful about Randall's cross-dressing habit. This was not something they kept secret and did only in their own bedroom. Or was it? Did Joanne not know about what Randall was doing in his Raquel persona? Was that done behind her back? It gave me food for thought.
Louise speaking broke my line of thought.
"And these guys? What are they like? These guys who are into BBW MILFs?"
"You know, Louise, most of them are just normal men. I think it's a sign of the times. Most, I'd say 70 to 80%, want anal. They aren't getting into their wives' asses at home. You get a lot of guys who like what I call BBW specialties - face-sitting, being smothered by my tits, smacking them around with my tits, 'mom play', or just soft domination by a larger woman. I also find a lot of the guys want to be fucked in the ass with a strap-on or a dildo. A lot want to fuck two girls. The parties can be huge, I have to limit numbers. Then, there's people into the tranny side of things. But that's really niche. Frank was right about the movies as advertising. Every one of my tranny customers has called after watching one of the movies featuring me and Randall, 'Raquel'; or me and David, 'Davina' in them. The ones who call after watching the Randall movie want to suck Randall's big cock and to be fucked. The 'Davina' fans, David's a 19-year-old from Woodlands, want to be the daddy. That movie with me playing Davina's mom and fucking his 'curious high school boyfriend' together, that's our third most-watched movie according to Frank."
Donna lit a cigarette. I realized 'Davina' must have been the kid I saw in the movie where Donna got fucked in the kitchen by the two Girl Scouts. I made a mental note to seek out this other movie.
"Anyway, the guys come from all walks of life. From construction workers to college professors. I haven't had many weirdo's. A few like getting pissed on, or pissing on me, but that's not exactly out there these days. One guy was into scat. I had to squeeze one out on his chest in the bath. And then the dog guy. But overall, mainly normal guys, and more than a few good looking ones too. Sometimes it can be fun. And the couples always seem pretty normal."
"How much do you charge these customers of yours?"
"Well, Louise, that depends on the service. Say you just want standard sex, suck and fuck with a condom. 100 bucks for half, 200 bucks for an hour. With two girls, double the price. Anal is 50 extra. If you have specialized needs, I discuss prices on a case-by-case basis. I list services I do on the website. If it's not there, I don't do it. Probably."
"Say a couple wanted the man to fuck you while the wife watched? Including anal? How much?"
"Well, I usually charge on the basis that the woman will at some point join in. They usually do. They get caught up in it. So the price for that is 300. For the hour. If the client, I prefer that over 'customer', wants it to be a quickie, I'd do it for 250."
Louise stuck her cigarette between her lips and went into her purse with both hands.
I saw her pull out some cash. Surely this wasn't what I was thinking it was going to be?
"OK, Donna. Here's 300. Ron, I want you to fuck the living daylights out of this whore now! Right fucking here in this room, and right fucking NOW!"
TO BE CONTINUED