Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 91
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"So, Ron, Donnie's running late," Alyssa said as I stood there looking like I didn't know whether to sit down or immediately walk out the door. "He had the Mall as usual at 4am, then he got asked to do an extra shift over at a new store crosstown that's opening tomorrow. I guess those places don't clean themselves."
"Ah," I said. I wasn't really sure what to say. My only thought was that I should just get out of there and drive back to work. Although an interesting piece of information that I took from Alyssa's comments was that it sounded like Donnie worked for a contract cleaning company.
I looked at my watch again, nervously. Fuck, no way was this going to work. I couldn't wait around for Donnie that long. I realized it wasn't happening today. I made up my mind to leave.
Before I could make a move, Alyssa spoke.
"Ron," Alyssa said, "Take a seat. There."
Alyssa walked up to me and put her hand on my right forearm, then gently directed me to a chair. I automatically sat down. I don't really know why I did, but I did.
Alyssa smiled at me. Then she sat down on the couch over from me.
"I guess you like THAT chair," Alyssa giggled.
Shit. I was sitting where I'd ass-fucked Donnie. I edged forward. I was about to stand up when my burner buzzed. I hesitated then looked at my phone.
-- Sorry Ron. I won't get there in time. Can we meet next week? I should be OK early afternoons most days. Message me. Donnie
Shit. This wasn't going at all to plan. I was about to stand up and go when Alyssa's phone pinged, a single chime breaking the silence. Alyssa looked down at her phone.
"Huh! So, Donnie won't make it. Shit, Ron, all this way for nothing!"
I stood up. Alyssa looked at me. Stared at me, actually. As I returned her gaze, I realized she wasn't bad looking.
Alyssa was not really my type of girl. Like I said, she was pretty enough, but in a punk/emo kind of way. Her long straight hair was a mixture of bright green and black, and now I was closer to Alyssa I saw that my first impression was wrong and that her make-up wasn't actually too overdone. She had very finely shaped eyebrows, and her thickly mascaraed lashes were accentuated by a light orange eyeshadow. Her lips were also painted orange.
However, pretty much every piece of skin I could see, and I could see a lot, Alyssa wasn't wearing a bra under her tank-top, was covered in some kind of ink. Her left arm was totally covered top to bottom in a colorful Japanese style montage in oranges, purples and greens. There was some script written down the inside of her other arm, I couldn't really make out what it said, and I also noticed an elaborate dark blue skull and crossbones motif on the front of Alyssa's left thigh, while she had a blue American Eagle inked on her opposite thigh, slightly to the outside.
Alyssa kept staring at me, then she spoke.
"Ron, how about we make this not a total waste of time. How about if I suck your cock?"
Fuck!
I gulped.
"I'd actually fuck you, but I'm on my period. And I am not a big fan of fucking during my cycle. I think it's gross. And I never get properly wet when I'm bleeding. And anal, I mean just anal, is out of the question. I need a guy to get me warmed up in my pussy first before I give up my ass. Get me in the mood."
I didn't know what to say. She'd taken me totally by surprise.
"I suck cock good, Ron. Come on, let's have some fun. I won't tell Donnie. We share all of our intimate details usually, and Donnie won't be upset about us doing this, but if you don't want me to tell him, I won't."
"I don't know.." then I stopped speaking, not knowing what I was going to say next. My head was yelling 'no'. My slowly hardening cock was countering 'yes'.
"Well, Ron. What will it be? I haven't got all day. I was meant to be out already, but Donnie asked me to wait until you got here when he knew he was running late. One of my girls is waiting for me over at her place. And I don't have to work tonight, so we're planning on going out for the afternoon. Come on, you know you want to. You do, don't you? Donnie tells me all you want from him is sex. I bet you're a real pussy hound too. Donnie's told me you're bi, so I imagine you are. You're really about to turn down an amazing blow job? Seriously?"
"I really shouldn't.."
"Come on. Sit back in the 'Fuck chair'. I'll make it good for you. I can be quick. Why not? Come on, Ron, have some fun."
Shit. Why not, indeed?
I sat down and leaned back.
"Take your dick out, Ron," Alyssa urged as she slipped her tank-top off to reveal a small pert pair of breasts with stiff light pink nipples. Between her firm little titties, she had more ink, a mixture of love hearts and stars, in various bright colors.
I pushed up from the seat and unzipped, then I pulled my semi-hard cock out.
"Nice, Ron! Very nice! You probably know this already, but you have a very nice cock. Some cocks I've seen are horrible. Even some of the big ones. I think it's all about form. Proportion. But, yours.. yum yum! It's perfect. Donnie was right."
Alyssa knelt down in front of me, leaned her head sideways, pulling her hair to one side. She gently caressed my cock with her fingers then leaned forward. I felt Alyssa's warm breath on my dick.
I gasped a soft 'Aaaah' as Alyssa slid my cock into her warm wet mouth. I felt her run her tongue round my glans, then before I could fully appreciate the subliminal sensations resonating through the tip of my dick, Alyssa started bobbing her head up and down.
It felt like she wanted this done quickly. I mean I wanted it done quickly too. Anyway, as she'd claimed, Alyssa sucked dick like a pro.
As she mouth-fucked my dick, Alyssa moaned on each downward push, a low- pitched, 'Uuuhhmm, uuuhhmm, uuuhhmm' sound. I just gave myself up. I didn't care if I blew my load in one minute or ten minutes. I'd fully expected to be burying my cock in Donnie's tight asshole right now, so I took this as an unexpected consolation prize. Make no mistake, I was definitely enjoying this spontaneous blow job.
Soon, I felt my temperature start to rise. Then, I felt the start of that itch. Then, suddenly, bang!
"Ahhh, fuck!" I groaned as I pushed upwards and started to ejaculate into Alyssa's mouth.
Alyssa's moans as she swallowed my cum became more high-pitched, more of an 'Eeeeeeewww, eeeeeeww' sound. I shot four spurts of cum into Alyssa's mouth before I unclenched my ass and sat back fully on the 'Fuck seat'.
Alyssa pulled her mouth from my cock, smiled at me, then stood up.
"I hope you enjoyed that, Ron. It's a shame I have my period. I would have fucked you, you know. Maybe another time. Anyway, take a minute, here.." Alyssa reached over to a small table between the chair I was sitting on and the couch, lifting up a sheet of kitchen paper, "Wipe yourself. Then I really have to go, Doreen expects me at one. Sorry to rush you, but.."
I took the hint. I wiped my dick, to be fair Alyssa had pretty much swallowed every drop of my cum so it wasn't a big job, then stood up and put my still semi-hard dick back in my pants.
"Eh, Alyssa, eh.." should I say it I thought?
"It's OK Ron, no biggie. Just some good clean fun between two adventurous people. You don't need to say 'Thanks'. The pleasure was all mine."
I walked to the French window as Alyssa put her tank-top back on. I heard a click and turned round to see Alyssa lighting a cigarette. She exhaled, smiled at me, then walked over and opened the door.
"Maybe we'll meet another time. I've done threesomes with Donnie before. So, you know, I wouldn't say no to that kind of arrangement."
I left in silence, walked to my car, and drove back to the office.
==
When I got home later that day from work, I was surprised when Louise invited me out for work drinks on Thursday night.
"I've arranged a sitter for the boys, not Shawna before you ask.."
This raised a howl of disapproval from the boys who were sat in front of the TV and demanded that Shawna babysit.
"Shawna's on vacation, boys," Louise casually lied, "And you'll really like Timmy and Yvonne," Louise added.
The boys looked up at Louise, unconvinced.
"Timmy has a Nintendo Switch!"
The boys seemed happier after they heard that piece of news.
==
When the boys were in bed I asked Louise about drinks, and about the new babysitters.
"Well, Ron, a couple of the girls are bringing their partners, and they asked me if you were coming, and basically, I didn't see a problem with you tagging along. But you can drive though, so two beers max!"
Great, I thought. "What about an Uber?" I asked, hopefully.
"OK, Ron, you Uber it to the bar from here and we'll get a ride home with a more responsible adult. Or more likely, we'll take another Uber."
Louise told me where the bar was. It wasn't the usual Irish Pub, and I didn't remember going to the place before.
I then asked about the babysitting situation.
"Well, Ron, you remember Rowena, right?"
"Yes," I replied, not giving into the urge to add 'That dirty slut'.
"Well, Timmy is her nephew. He's great with boys apparently. Yvonne is his girlfriend. But one thing, no hanky-panky with them when we get home, OK? I promised Rowena we wouldn't corrupt the kids."
"OK, no problem," I replied.
==
I arrived at the bar a little after 7pm on Thursday. I saw Louise when I entered. I could tell she'd already had more than one drink, but she looked very good tonight. She'd worn a gray mid-length skirt suit to work, one of her professional business suits, but she'd removed her jacket and she'd unbuttoned her white blouse to reveal more than just a smidgeon of her ample cleavage. I was pretty sure every guy in the place wanted to fuck her.
Louise was in a group of people when I walked over to join her. The group looked like it was made up of at least two couples, and a couple of girls on their own, and at least one unaccompanied guy. It wasn't totally obvious who was with who, I was guessing. I recognised a few of the girls; the guys, not.
Louise did all of the introductions and I got myself a beer. After maybe twenty minutes, Louise and all of the girls in the company headed to the smoking area, plus one of the guys called Jude.
As Louise left, I noticed a guy walking towards me. A tall blond guy. Fuck. It was Matty.
Matty walked up to me and stopped.
"Hi, it's Ron, right? I met you, last week, I think it was last week, at the Italian place."
"Oh, yeah, sorry, I remember. It's, eh, Matty?"
"Yes, I'm Matty. Bill's friend. Let me get a drink, I'll be right back. Hi George, how's it hangin'?" he said to a guy standing behind me.
I was chatting with Matty and George when Louise returned. I stood next to her as she kind of took control of the conversation. All her workmates seemed to like her, and it was like she was playing to the crowd. I'd heard Louise had set herself up as some sort of office 'Social Secretary', so it wasn't too big of a surprise to see Louise acting this way. At one point she mentioned that Bill was at a business meeting in Scranton until Friday night.
"Yeah, I was at a loose end, so I thought I'd join the Thursday crew for drinks!" Matty interjected.
After a while, Louise went out for another smoke. Matty moved up very close to me.
"Ron, the restaurant wasn't the first time we met," he said softly.
I looked surprised, but I didn't say anything. Matty continued talking in a low voice.
"I won't tell Louise. And I won't tell Bill. But we were both at Romeos, and we fucked that tranny slut together. Jesus, he, she, they, whatever sucked cock so badly," Matty whispered conspiratorially. "Tight ass though."
"Yeah, well, I'm sorry, Matty, I'd rather not talk about that."
"Sure, Ron. See, Bill told me about some activities that went on in the past, with you, Louise, Bill's ex, whatever that cunt was called. Anyway, Ron, Louise is a stunner. And I like you too. If you two would like to play with me, I'd be up for it. And we don't need to tell Bill."
"Matty, sorry. Right now, me and Louise, we're going through some things, I'm sorry, I can't." It was a lame excuse, but it was all I could think of.
"Ah, OK, Ron. How about if it was just you and me? Would that be something you, ahem, 'could'?"
Shit.
"I saw how you couldn't take your eyes off my cock that time, Ron. When we were fucking that messed-up tranny whore. I know you like me. So, how about we have some fun? It can be in secret. Later on tonight, here comes Louise now, so I'll be quick," Matty added, "Well, later on I'll give you my number. Then I'll leave things up to you."
"Hey, you two!" Louise giggled as she approached me. "You seem to be getting on fine."
Louise turned to me and gave me one of her semi-drunk theatrical looks, "Not too fine I hope, Ron?"
Matty laughed and I forced myself to laugh along with him. Matty then excused himself and went to the bathroom.
Fuck. Was I going to go for this? Well, fucking Bill's hunk of a boyfriend behind Bill's back was definitely something I would like to do. And that cock! Fuck the biggest and most beautiful I had ever seen. I knew I was going to somehow get Matty's number. The question was how? With Louise and the others present.
As we approached the end of the evening, fate took a hand. Louise who was by now pretty drunk, told Matty never to feel like a stranger, and added him to her Work Drinks WhatsApp group. I'd just need to sneak a look at Louise's phone later, and Matty's number was mine. Excellent.
==
We got home around midnight. We took an Uber. The babysitters were watching a movie. Timmy was a tall thin guy who had a nose like Rowena's and had slight acne. Yvonne was a skinny blonde chick with large round glasses wearing a tight red T-shirt and what looked like push-up bra even though her tits were tiny. She was OK looking. Nothing great, but definitely fuckable in the right situation.
The babysitters left a few minutes after Louise paid them. Then we went upstairs.
I was in the mood, and Louise half-reluctantly agreed to let me fuck her, missionary. As I entered her, I squeezed her breasts, but she told me not to, she was too tired. She was slurring her words through lips dulled by around ten vodkas. I closed my eyes and imagined I was fucking Alyssa. Eventually, my drink-numbed dick spurted what must have been a tiny load of gunk into Louise's cunt. Louise seemed half asleep when I climbed off, mumbling incoherently as she turned over on her side.
I went to the bathroom, and when I got back, Louise was already snoring. I took her phone from the bedside table and walked to my home office room. I found Matty's number and added it as a 'Note' to my main phone. I'd transfer it to my burner, which was in the car, in the morning, and delete the Note.
I walked back into the bedroom, but I had trouble sleeping as I still felt horny. I was thinking about Matty's gorgeous big dick.
I slid in closely behind Louise and started rubbing my cock between her ass cheeks, a trick I'd perfected during our barren 'Duty Fuck' period. After a short while I came. There was no reaction from Louise, she was out for the count.
I edged back from the wet patch of sperm on the sheets and fell asleep.
TO BE CONTINUED