Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 56
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Donna got herself fixed up in around fifteen minutes and we then headed to my car. As I pulled out of the parking area, I asked Donna where we were headed.
"Beachcomber. Lakefront hotel. It's out of season, and we have the place to ourselves. It's an older place, most rooms are just about OK, but for the price I had to pay, I'm not complaining. One of my fans owns a share, so I get a discount. We've done some shoots there in the past. There's a bridal suite works well for bedroom scenes. The bar works really well for pick-up type scenarios, and we've also shot strip-club scenes there too, there's a small stage. And it's private, so I've done some outdoors stuff as well. Fake public fucking, that kind of thing. Make a right, Ron."
I signaled right.
It started to rain, and the wipers kicked in. The rain was the horrible thin, damp kind, the kind went straight through you. I hoped the Beachcomber was well heated.
As we drove, I let Donna do most of the talking.
"I've got someone in to tend bar. Someone like us, you know, our kind of people. Valerie. She's done a few movies with me. You might have seen her, she performs as 'Roxanne'. I hope she's been OK with Arnold and Sheena."
We started a conversation about the movie I'd just watched get made. I genuinely complimented Donna on her performance.
"Thanks, Ron. That's nice. Even when I was younger, and maybe you'll find this unusual for a girl, but I was always really into porn. My dad had a DVD collection he didn't know I knew about. I always wanted to be a pornstar. God, Louise and I used to talk about it all the time."
Donna paused for a few seconds.
"I guess that's when me and Louise were still friends," Donna sighed.
"Still. The way you and Louise deal with things. It's really mature. It's really something I admire. Frank and me, well it's different. We didn't handle things well at the start. Fuck we still don't. Maybe it was my cheating. You know Frank actually caught my lover fucking me. In our bed, Frank's and my bed, I mean. I think Frank has now totally tuned out of the emotional side of our marriage. And we hardly even fuck these days. Each other, I mean. You guys seem to have handled that side of things better."
Donna couldn't seem to stop talking. I let her carry on, for one thing it stopped me from having to think about what to say back.
"You and Louise. I think it's really strong. Your love, I mean. I thought for sure when you found out about Louise's fling with Evan, you guys would split up. With Evan having been her boyfriend when they were teens and all, that must have made it worse. Fuck, even I was surprised when Randall told me about it. Joanne seemed shocked as well. Anyway, Ron, I have to say, I really thought you'd leave Louise after I heard that. You're a one-in-a- million, you know? I think Louise knows that too."
I actually stopped breathing. Evan! Evan? Evan Holmes!?! And Louise and him dated when they were teens? Fuck! Even that was news to me! What the actual fuck! That bastard playing the sympathy card with his fucking dead wife and using it to seduce other people's wives? I was beyond angry. I took a deep intake of breath, held it for a few seconds, then eventually breathed out.
I started to reply. To ask what the fuck Donna was talking about. I suddenly wondered when this had happened? Recently? I spluttered to say something, I got out a "Wha..", then swallowed and stopped. I channeled every ounce of my inner strength and managed not to react. Somehow I kept calm. Outwardly calm anyway.
I was sure Donna detected my reaction. For one thing she shut up for a few seconds. I didn't want Donna know that this was a total surprise to me. I don't know why, but I didn't want that more than anything. I did know actually. I didn't want Donna to look at me like I was a pathetic 'cuck'.
Donna spoke up suddenly.
"Ron, shit, next right! The one coming up, that one. We're almost there. The hotel sign, there!"
I gripped the steering wheel tightly and tried to concentrate only on driving. I slowed, hitting the brakes a little firmer than I meant to, then made the turn.
Donna stopped talking for a little while. Thankfully.
After two or three minutes driving through some woodland, I pulled up in a parking lot outside a large building that looked like it must have been built in the 60s or 70s. I could see lights coming from a long room that looked like a diner which was attached to a larger building behind it. I noticed that there were two rows of what looked like motel rooms to our right. I turned the ignition off.
My head was still buzzing about Louise and Evan. I tried not to show how bothered I was to Donna. I forced myself to pull my shit together a little.
I took a deep breath.
"Donna, I'm going to ask you a favor. In advance. Please don't tell anybody about me watching you shoot your movies tonight. I have to know I can trust you about not telling anyone about it. Please?"
"Ron, on my kids' lives. I won't tell a soul. I promise."
"Thanks, Donna. And here. Now. Anything that happens tonight. You won't tell anybody, OK?"
"Yes, Ron, of course. It can be our secret."
"And to be clear. When I say don't tell 'anybody', that includes Louise. Please tell me that you won't tell Louise about tonight. Ever."
Donna hesitated. She looked slightly confused.
"Well, sure Ron. Whatever you say. I can keep a secret. I won't tell anybody. Especially, Louise. I promise. I won't even tell Frank."
Then she squeezed my right hand tightly. Shit. It seemed entirely possible I'd have to fuck Donna tonight to keep her onside. But all I wanted to do was fuck Lolita. Jesus. This wasn't turning out how I'd wanted it to. Fuck, why didn't I think these things through first? I guess I should ask my dick.
I gently withdrew my hand from Donna's, then we got out of the car. It was still raining.
My first steps felt uneasy. I almost made some excuse and turned around and drove home. Then another car pulled up. It was the orange and black late model Mustang. Loud music was blasting out, Metallica by the sounds of it. As the music cut out, Prentis got out of the driver's door. He was dressed in jeans, tucked into what looked like biker boots, and a heavy light brown overcoat. He was also wearing a flamboyant dark wide-brimmed hat.
Prentis walked around and opened the passenger door. Lolita stepped out holding a cigarette in a shiny black-gloved a hand. She was wearing a medium length light gray fur coat, which was open, with a short tight black dress underneath and sparkly white heels at the bottom of her long feminine legs. Fuck, she looked good.
Lolita took a long last drag on her cigarette and threw the butt down on the ground before crushing it out with her foot. Then Lolita and Prentis walked up to where Donna and I were now standing.
"Brrrrrr! It's cold! Let's go in and have some fun," Lolita laughed, before looping her right arm through my left arm and turning me towards the entrance.
I put Louise out of mind. I focused totally on Lolita. Fuck Louise, I thought. I'd deal with her, and this Evan fucking Holmes bullshit, later. Now I just wanted to get crazy with Lolita. Donna too, if it came down to it. Why not?
==
The building that looked like a diner was the hotel restaurant and bar. When we walked in I saw Arnold and Sheena sitting on stools in front of a long chrome accented bar, both drinking what looked like something-and- coke, talking to the person I took to be 'Valerie'. Or 'Roxanne', whoever she was tonight.
"Valerie, get a bottle of champagne going. We're celebrating a job well done," Donna shouted over as we walked to the bar.
"Nice, Donna, I love champagne!" Lolita exclaimed, squeezing my arm.
Valerie wasn't quite what I'd expected. And I couldn't remember seeing her in any of the movies I'd watched on Donna's website. She looked around twenty-one, and was a fresh faced strawberry blonde who wore light brightly patterned plastic-rimmed glasses. She wore an orange pastel sleeveless top, showing a hint of black bra strap on her right shoulder, and a short denim skirt. The bar area was pretty well heated I noted. Valerie was certainly not my normal type, but she was pretty cute, I thought. No visible tattoos was a bonus as far as I was concerned. In porn terms, she'd definitely be classed as a teen.
Lolita let go of my arm as we approached the bar. Valerie popped the champagne and Lolita grabbed the first glass offered. Prentis moved in and grabbed the second.
Lolita took a swig from her glass, then turned to Donna.
"Donna, cheers! You did well tonight."
Donna and Lolita clinked their glasses together.
Then Lolita turned to me.
"Ron, I'm going to disappoint the ladies here by insisting you come to my room. Right now! I have to go to Cleveland tomorrow, so I have an early start."
I caught Sheena flash a sudden look of disappointment. Arnold chuckled.
Lolita grabbed my arm again and gripped it tightly.
"Ron, let's go!"
I gulped. Jesus, this was happening. As we walked away from the bar I caught a reflection of a car's headlights in a window at the rear. I assumed Gerald and crew were arriving.
==
Lolita and I walked through the back of the diner into what looked like a much older building with a reception area in front of a wide stairway. Lolita led me past reception and down a short corridor on the left, which had a doorway at the end.
Lolita turned to me as she started to open the door.
"Manager's quarters. Decent room, been modernized, better than the regular ones, anyway. The Bridal Suite's the best, but Donna needs that for her orgy later. I'd imagine Prentis will take part in that. I think he likes the dumb broad, Sheena or whatever she's called. The yokel's wife. And I know he likes you. He told me on the drive over. Anyway, as long as he can drive me to the airport tomorrow, I don't care what he gets up to tonight."
Lolita reached back and grabbed my hand. Again her grip was tight.
"Come on in, Ron."
I felt it wasn't a request, more a demand.
I entered the room behind Lolita. Before I could take anything in, Lolita pushed me back into the door, slamming it shut. She forcefully pushed her mouth onto my lips and started to French kiss me. I felt my dick tingle as I let Lolita explore my mouth with her tongue.
After maybe twenty seconds of passionate kissing, Lolita pulled back. She smiled and firmly squeezed my crotch.
"Come on, Ron. Bed! I want you, and I want you now."
Lolita pulled me towards the bed and pushed me down. I bounced slightly as my ass hit the spongy mattress on the large double bed.
"Clothes off! Now!"
Lolita had taken charge. I felt I was now completely under her control. I didn't care. I mean I wasn't normally the passive one with guys, or chicks with a dick. But I wanted this. In a twisted sort of way I felt this was a means of getting back at Louise.
As I started to undress, Lolita removed her fur coat and threw it past the end of the bed. It landed in a bunch on the floor by the dresser. On top of the dresser, I noticed an ice bucket with a green bottle sticking out of a pile of frosty white ice.
I threw my shirt on the floor as Lolita then unpeeled her tight dress, sliding it down and off over her hips. She tossed the dress over where the fur coat was lying.
Lolita was wearing a blue-colored black-trimmed bra and panties set, and dark blue sheer stockings, hold ups. Lolita's firm breasts were pushed up nicely. She'd gone natural with her boob job, nothing too big, but still a very decent rack.
Lolita reached behind and unfastened her brassiere, freeing her firm rounded silicon-enhanced titties. Dropping the brassiere to the floor she then bent forward and removed her panties. Her slender semi-hard cock flopped out. Fuck, I almost had to pinch myself. This was happening.
Finally Lolita kicked off her shoes.
"Hurry up, Ron. Pants off! Don't be a slowpoke!"
I pulled my pants and shorts off in one move, before kicking off my shoes and socks, leaving everything in a pile on the floor.
I saw Lolita look me up and down.
The room was cold, and I felt my ballsack constrict at the base of my semi- hard root.
Lolita took a couple of steps towards me and pushed me down onto the bed. I shivered slightly as my back hit the cold bedsheets.
Lolita then started to kiss me again. As our wet tongues tangled, I felt her hand move down my waist before she tightly gripped my shaft, quickly releasing it before sliding her fingers down and gently cupping my balls.
Lolita lifted her head up and I leaned up and in and started to kiss her neck. I heard Lolita release a softly murmured 'ah' as I ran my tongue up and down her neck.
Lolita pushed herself up away from me.
"Ron, move up. Put your head on the pillows."
Lolita slid off of the side of the bed and I re-positioned myself as she'd asked. My body was still prone but now my head was propped up on two firm pillows.
"Yes, Ron, nice. OK, now you're going to suck my cock! I reckon you suck cock good. Now's the time for me to find out. I meant what I said when I was filming."
I remembered Lolita's silently mouthed 'Wish this was you' comment. I gulped.
Lolita knelt down on the bed close to my face, then pushed her waist forward. Her beautiful thin cock now looked fully erect. I hesitated as Lolita forced herself forward. Then I leaned my head to the right and opened my mouth just in time to swallow Lolita's firm meaty pole.
"Oh, yessss!" Lolita hissed, as she slipped her dick deep into my willing mouth. Then, she grabbed the sides of my head with both hands and started to pump.
I resisted the urge to gag, as the tip of Lolita's dick caught the back of my throat. But I managed to readjust my mouth slightly on Lolita's third or fourth thrust. Fuck, she was going for it hard.
"Take me. Take me all! Fuck! Ah! Fucking take it Ron, ooooh!"
I did my best to suck Lolita as best I could. She'd completely taken control and was now grunting loudly as she jammed her cock down my throat, before pulling her waist back and rhythmically repeating her firm thrusts. Fuck, I thought I was going to suffocate.
Lolita suddenly pulled back, all of the way, then stood back up at the side of the bed. As her cock slipped out of my mouth, I retched slightly. I looked and saw a very satisfied look on Lolita's face.
"OK, Ron, time for me to rape that tight ass of yours. Bend over."
I looked into Lolita's eyes. I opened my mouth to speak, but Lolita got in before me.
"Do it Ron, I need to fill your ass, NOW!"
I hadn't experienced anything like this before. It was total domination. But even though I was completely passive, my cock was painfully hard. It was like I was in a trance. I simply felt like I needed to comply with everything Lolita demanded of me, no 'if's', no 'but's'.
It occurred to me then I wasn't likely to be fucking Lolita's ass. No, tonight I was definitely the bottom.
I saw Lolita grab a tube from a travel bag on a chair by the bed, which I assumed, correctly, was lube. Lolita practically tore the cap off and squirted a very large wad of clear gel onto her right hand. She then slathered her still rampant cock with the shiny lubricant, before looking over at me.
"Ron, over. Turn over! Oh God, I am going to give you the best ass-fucking of your life, you lucky bastard! People normally pay me good money for this."
I did as I was told and rolled over onto my front, before leaning forward on my elbows and raising my ass up into the air.
I felt Lolita approach me from behind, then I yelped as Lolita smacked my left butt cheek hard with her dry hand.
"Ow!"
"Don't be a pussy, Ron," Lolita giggled.
I felt Lolita's slippery fingertips probe my asshole. After a very brief pause, Lolita slowly slid what felt like two fingers into me. The well lubricated fingers slipped in easily. I ground my teeth together, but managed not to let out any sound.
Lolita started to slowly swivel her fingers around in my asshole. The initial sharp pain had subsided a little, but the rhythmic action of Lolita's stiff digits wasn't totally painless.
Lolita then suddenly pulled her fingers out.
"Clean. And now you're ready for me. Good!" she said.
Before I could catch my breath, Lolita pressed herself forward. I felt Lolita present the firm but spongy tip of her cock at the entrance to my asshole. Lolita hesitated for a second, then slid her slippery rigid pole deep into my ass.
I managed to groan an 'Oh Fuck!' as Lolita's gorgeous cock filled my asshole.
Lolita withdrew slightly then started to fuck me, slowly at first. As she started to pump my ass I felt a dull pain, but nothing too horrible I felt. My cock was very hard, but although I wanted to touch it I couldn't arrange myself in such a way that I'd be able to reach it.
Lolita gasped an 'Ah!' on each of her pelvic thrusts. The fact that she seemed so turned on anaesthetized me to any pain I was feeling in my shitter. I was actually starting to enjoy this. More 'emotionally' than physically, granted. But I really wanted Lolita to enjoy this. I wanted to be a 'great lay'. Fuck, here I was being buttfucked by a famous (in my mind anyway) shemale porn star. I was going to enjoy it anyway I could.
I got a surprise when Lolita pulled her cock out of my asshole and stood up. I was pretty sure Lolita hadn't come in me. I'd learned that tell-tale sign, the moment a cock would go extra rigid and twitch, minute but detectable electric muscle spasms as the cum flooded out, and I definitely hadn't felt that happening in my ass.
"Ron, over. Turn over!" Lolita once again commanded.
I turned over. I noticed a slight tear near the top of Lolita's left stocking, but my eyes lingered mainly on Lolita's perfect she-cock.
"Look at me, Ron! Up here!"
I looked into Lolita's eyes. She gave me a dirty looking smile.
"Grab the pillows. Put them under your ass, quick!"
I reached behind me and pulled the two firm pillows down the bed. I lifted my ass off of the bedsheets, carefully positioned the pillows and then lowered my buttocks back down. My upper body was now tilted back, my ass a good six inches higher than my shoulders and head. My cock, which was still stiff, flopped up towards my belly.
"I want you to look at me when I come, Ron."
Lolita stretched over to our right and picked up the tube of lube again. She squirted another heavy dose onto her right hand. She quickly ran her hand over her dick, and then leaned forward and grabbed my by now aching cock.
She carefully massaged my dick, covering it in the slippery gel. A shot of sudden, almost electric pleasure made my cock jerk upwards like it had a mind of its own.
I gasped.
Lolita then knelt forward, forcing my legs apart with her torso, and gripping her hard pole with her lubed fingers she arranged herself so that once again her cock was poised at the entryway to my pooper.
Lolita took a deep breath, flipped her head back and closed her eyes, then slowly ground her meat once more into my willing asshole. I whined softly under my breath, which caused Lolita to open her eyes and stare at me.
"OK, Ron, now you're getting it! You lucky fucker!"
Lolita starting pumping my asshole frantically, there was no slow build-up this time. My eyes closed, but I was jolted back to the here and now with a loud command.
"Look at me Ron! Fucking LOOK at ME!"
I re-opened my eyes. Christ, Lolita looked frenzied, she started thrusting into me even harder then gripped my slimy cock with her left hand. With each push into my ass, my cock would slide up an inch or two inside Lolita's tightly clenched fist. Fuck, this was getting very good. VERY good. I felt like I wouldn't last very long.
Lolita took another four or five hard jabs into me with her dick, then she groaned and closed her eyes. I deliberately kept my eyes open.
"Fuck, I'm coming. Oh FFFFUUUUCCCKK! I'm FUCKING CUMMMINNNGGGG! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" Lolita screamed.
I felt my ass muscles tense as Lolita's cock started to twitch. Then, with a feeling that seemed to build up from deep in my anus, my own cock exploded, sending a wet string of watery cum up onto my upper belly. The first orgasmic jolt was followed by second and third slightly less intense spurts.
My whole body shook with the intensity of my orgasm, in fact I felt like I almost fainted for a couple of seconds.
Jesus! This had been fucking unbelievably good! I'd never thought I'd ever have this much pleasure taking a cock. Fuck.
Lolita withdrew her now half-limp penis from my hole. She took a deep breath.
"Ron, you were good. Yes, definitely. You lived up to my expectations."
Lolita went to the dresser and lit a cigarette, then stepped into the bathroom. I heard the splashing tinkle of piss in the toilet bowl as Lolita relieved herself.
I gingerly felt my ass underneath me. Moist. It didn't feel like Lolita had dumped a heavy load in me. I guess it wasn't that long since she'd spurted over Donna's shaved pussy. I sat up and realized I needed to go to the toilet.
Lolita walked back into the room.
"Shit, where's the heater? I won't be able to sleep if it's too cold."
I wondered if there'd be a 'Round 2'. Maybe Lolita sensed what I was thinking.
"Ron, thanks, that was fabulous. But I'm sorry, I have a very early start in the morning. Could you like, you know, clean up, and maybe join the others in the bar? Donna might not have started the orgy without you. I think she was hoping you would fuck her. I think you're a man who can recharge pretty quickly, if I'm not mistaken."
I stood up, making an effort to hide my disappointment. I went through to the bathroom and wiped the sticky goo off of my front with a towel that was lying on the floor. Then, as I wiped my ass, I took a look and noticed there was not that much of Lolita's sperm on the toilet paper.
I took a piss, then walked back into the bedroom and got dressed. Lolita was lying on the bed smoking, her body mainly under the covers, looking at her phone. As I dressed, Lolita didn't even acknowledge me at first. Then she just gave me a look and went back to her phone.
I turned and walked to the door wondering if this was how women felt when someone had just fucked them for fun and wanted rid of them. Lolita eventually looked up again.
"Ron, thanks, that was really fun. You know, I do escort tours. Tomorrow is Cleveland. If I'm ever in an area near you, pay me a visit, OK? Donna has the details of my website."
I assumed that Lolita was hinting about any follow-up being on a fee paying basis.
"Thanks, Lolita. Yeah, maybe we'll meet up again," I said. I hoped convincingly.
I left the room, shutting the door quietly behind me. I headed back towards the bar area. I decided that I did feel like fucking Donna. Sexy plump Donna. Although my thoughts were inexorably being drawn back in the direction of Louise. Louise and Evan Holmes. As those thoughts swirled around my head, it hit me that I'd practically forgotten about Louise and her menage-a-trois with the Mandelsons. Anyway, I walked back to the bar area with one thing on my mind. To fuck Louise's ex-friend, Donna.
TO BE CONTINUED