Date: Fri, 2 Dec 2022 10:59:03 +0000 (UTC) From: Ronald Shearing Subject: Unlocking Sexual Secrets 119 Unlocking Sexual Secrets Part 119 Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends This story is fiction and is intended for mature readers only. If it is not legal to read this story in your jurisdiction please close this page now. Any feedback? I'm always happy to take reader input via email. Drop me a line. I love hearing from readers. Finally, to help people like me, write stories for people like you, and share them on here, please consider making a donation to nifty. The donations link is in the same place as it always is; http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html And 'finally finally', as I approach a self-imposed publishing deadline, which I missed multiple times, sorry for another gap 'Dear Readers', I realize now that this might be more of a 'Bridge Chapter'. I promise the chapter after this one will be action packed. OK, enough of my bullshit. Let's get to work. It was around 5:30pm when I arrived at a brand-new apartment complex in Pleasantville. There were three large very modern buildings spread around an oval grassy area with what looked like a water feature in the center. The water feature wasn't operational yet. Or they turned it off in Winter. Whatever. Place looked like it was aimed at millionaires. One of the buildings was still under construction. I stopped in a parking lot edged with artfully staged globe streetlamps. The parking lot was practically empty. Only two other cars were parked there. I assumed that one was Donna's. It was dark, cold and wet. I texted Donna from the car, and I got a text back almost immediately. She told me to head into Building A, gave me an entry code to use on the main entrance doorway and the elevator, and said to take the elevator directly facing the entrance, apparently there were three elevators, before heading up to Level 2. As the rain started to pick up, I hurried across the damp asphalt. I should have dressed for the weather I told myself as the dampness penetrated my light windbreaker. Waterproof my ass. I keyed in the code Donna had given me on a panel by a glass sliding door, which opened with a soft 'swooshing' sound, then entered a broad atrium. Bright but soft lights flipped on immediately. I saw the elevator straight ahead. There were two other elevators on each of the side walls, one to the left and one to the right. I walked over and the door to the elevator opened automatically. I went in and pushed the button marked 2 but nothing happened. After a few seconds I remembered that I had to re-enter the code Donna had given me, which I did. When I got up to Level 2, I got a big surprise when the elevator door opened into a curved vestibule that was actually part of a very large and very luxurious penthouse apartment. Donna walked up to me, black patent-leather high heels clicking loudly on the white marble-like floor. She was wearing a long dark blue silk nightgown, over what looked like a tight Basque, with suspenders and black fishnet stockings and patent leather heels. I wondered if she'd changed since her movie shoot. "Hi, Ron," Donna smiled, "I wondered whether you'd call me. What with Louise being away. Christmas Fair, right?" Seemed that Donna also looked at Louise's Facebook posts. I wondered if they were Facebook 'Friends'. I guess they had to be, right? "I really hoped you would get in touch, but this is actually a very nice surprise. Come on," Donna said, reaching out and taking my hand, "This place is spectacular. Let me give you a tour, before we, well, before we do whatever it is we're going to do." The tour took about ten minutes. The place was totally new. There was a large living area which had a kitchen / dining space off to one side. There was an actual fucking bar on the right-hand side of the main living space, the mirrored shelves filled with liquor bottles and mood-lit with slowly changing soft pastel colors. Four plush white leather and chrome barstools were lined up in front of the white marble bar top. At the back of the spacious room there was a glass wall which opened out onto a large balcony. In summer I imagined it would be pretty fucking awesome. I could make out some outdoor furniture covered with tarps, and I assumed there would be a decent view, but in the dark, and with the rain now absolutely pouring down, it was impossible to tell. There were two bedrooms in the apartment, both large. The bigger of the two was white-themed and had a circular bed in the middle of the floor. There was an ensuite pink-marbled bathroom off to the right. The bathroom had a bath, a separate shower, and a matching round Jacuzzi/Hot Tub set up against the back wall. The second bedroom was smaller and was powder-blue themed. Don't get me wrong, it was still BIG, but this one was more conventionally set up, not that it was much less luxurious in terms of actual furnishings. It also had an ensuite bathroom and had a massive flatscreen TV attached to the wall facing the bed, and what looked like an elaborate computer setup on a desk next to it. It looked like you could work from this room, everything on the right side of the room screamed 'Home Office'. I noticed that there was a camera perched on the top of the flatscreen. Fuck, this place must have cost a fortune. I wondered how Donna did it. Throughout the apartment, except for the smaller bedroom / office, there were spotlights scattered around, some on tripods, some of those round TikTok type lamps, there were some shades and silver reflective screens, and a LOT of camera equipment. In the living area there was a free-standing trolley with a laptop and a very large computer monitor on it, and various microphones were lying around, some like those furry things on sticks you saw on actual movie sets. "Ron, obviously, this isn't my place," Donna said, clearly catching my amazement at the setup. "I have a contact, realtor actually. This place is nearly ready for the family to move in, they're relocating from France. The wife is some bigshot banking executive. No kids. They are originally from Long Island, although I think the husband is French. They don't get here until January. David gave me the background." "This is some place, Donna," I said. I was genuinely impressed. "The equipment is all provided by, .. well, today was a paid gig, kind of like a joint venture, it's not for my own website. This is a lot more, you know, professional. Although I'm allowed to post a trailer on my page and use some of the stills in my members' section." Donna led me to the center of the living-area. "This place is so fucking versatile," Donna smiled. "I'll show you some of the scenes we shot if you like. Although they're not finished. Editing is next week. Would you believe, we shot a bar scene over there, you know like we were in a REAL bar. I got picked up, well, Malia and me got picked up, well, we seduced the guy playing the barman, anyway, you'll see. We even had a few extras, you know, to make the bar look busy. One of the guys was here for a tryout. Nice kid. We also shot a scene like it was back at the girls' 'place', you know, look, over there, the couch. And then of course the bedroom scene. In the big bedroom." Donna then asked me what I wanted to drink. I asked for a Scotch. No ice. I was hoping I wouldn't have to drive home tonight. "Sit down, Ron, don't mind the equipment. Well, obviously, be careful. It's not mine. The large couch there. Take a seat." I sat down as Donna had requested. Donna walked over to the bar and fixed us drinks, then handed me my glass, before sitting down next to me. Donna seemed to have read my mind. "Ron, you can stay here tonight if you want." "Is that OK?" I asked. "Sure, but only if you want. I'm staying anyway. They, well, David, the guy who let us use the apartment, I'll give him the keys back tomorrow. People are coming to pick up the equipment around noon. We overran, and people had shit they needed to do, which is why the apartment is such a mess. Well, I tidied the bedrooms. You know, it's Saturday night. Everyone left in a hurry. David will come over after the equipment's been cleared. I need to call him when I'm ready. Ron, is it OK if you leave around eleven tomorrow morning? That's not too early for you? Or too late? I see from Facebook that Louise isn't back home until tomorrow night?" "Sure, Donna, it's fine," I replied. "As for Chris," I now remembered Donna's 'new' guy was called Chris, "He's watching football somewhere. He flew out Thursday. Somewhere down south. His old school is playing in some big football game. All he's talked about the last week. Is it the Cavaliers?" So, Chris was a Virginia alumnus. Virginia was playing Clemson for the ACC title. I thought Virginia had no chance. I think the spread was like over 30 points or something. I was pretty sure Chris was going to be disappointed. "Chris knows about the shoot, of course. But he doesn't have to know about us. OK?" "No problem, Donna, of course," I replied. "He knows we have some history. But, well, you know. Ron, before we, well, before, .. eh, I have to apologize. Randall explained I'd got the wrong end of the stick, you know, when I thought Louise was having a fling with Evan. I never really got the chance to, .. well, anyway, I'm sorry. That Joanne is a sly one!" "It's OK, Donna," I replied, "Don't worry about it. Although I have to admit, you gave me a fright." I took a sip of my Scotch. It was a good one. Donna kept silently staring at me. Like a teenage girl with a crush on the new boy in class. As well as the obvious fact that Donna was dressed like she'd just shot a porn movie, the thing was, she did look very attractive tonight. I even thought she might have lost a little weight. I mean, she was obviously still what you'd call, 'voluptuous', or 'curvy', for sure a 'BBW', but a very hot 'BBW'. She definitely looked good. Her blond hair, teased in loose curls, her make-up, top notch. And her fleshy tits looked like they were about to burst out from the top of her Basque. I was already looking forward to giving her a good hard fucking. "Ron. I don't exactly know what we're doing here. Well, YOU, I mean. Why you contacted me. What are we doing, Ron? I know we're going to have sex. And God, do I want to have sex with you! Chris and me don't fuck very often. Not as much as I'd like. And the porn, it's just getting too routine. I wouldn't say boring. Not exactly. But today, Jesus, four and a half LONG hours. First, we had to hang around while Jason, he's the director, did a casting with one of the extras, Brian. Brian's hoping to break into the gay scene, and Jason likes to cast the boys personally, if you catch my drift. They did it privately in the smaller bedroom, the blue room, one camera. Then Daryl, the actor who was playing the barman, fuck, and don't get me wrong, I'm not blaming him, we had to do a lot of still shots for an online magazine and that can be difficult for the guy, you know, keeping his pecker up, but, shit, sometimes I wonder why I bother. Well, obviously, there's the money. And I suppose I do care about my fans. Sounds weird, but I do." Donna took a sip of her drink. "Daryl was popping Viagra's like they were Pez candies!" Donna giggled. Donna then leaned over to a black and white table that looked like a chessboard, where there was a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She lit a cigarette, lifted up a clean black glass ashtray, then slid back close to me on the couch. Very close. "OK, Ron. I don't pretend to be a counselor, but I think there's something not right between you and Louise. Do you want to talk about it?" "Actually, no, Donna. Let's not." "OK Ron. Obviously, Louise and I, we're not as close as we used to be, not since that asshole husband, well, soon to be EX-husband, of mine posted those pictures of Louise online. And then the whole 'whore' thing. God, Ron! SHIT! I need to give you that three-hundred dollars back!" "No, Donna" I replied, "Forget about the money. In fact, forget about that night. Louise wasn't in a good place back then. Can we just forget about it?" "Sorry, Ron, I shouldn't have mentioned it. But it was the first time we made love." Made love? It wasn't how I would have put it. "So," Donna continued, "I don't want to forget it totally. And you're both coming to my New Years' Party, right?" "Yes. We're coming. But, Donna, please, let's not talk about me and Louise tonight. OK? You're right, things aren't great right now, but I really don't want to talk about it." I took a bigger slurp of Scotch, the afterburn catching my throat pleasantly on the way down. I wanted to cut to the chase. I wanted to fuck Donna. I was about to make a move, but Donna just kept on talking. "Ron, I do still keep in touch with Joanne. I mean we're still friends. Good friends. We meet for lunch, maybe, once a week. And you doubtless know, Joanne and Louise also meet for lunch. It's stupid, we should just the three of us meet up together one time. Maybe sometime soon. New year. Anyway, Joanne has mentioned that there may be some, eh, how do I, eh, ..there may be some strains on your relationship. That's why I think you're here." "Donna, please. Can we not.." "OK, Ron, you're right. Let's go to bed. I've spent the afternoon getting fucked every which way, but I can't wait to feel your cock inside me." Donna put her cigarette down and squeezed her lips onto mine. Fuck! She was a good kisser. I responded, forcing my tongue back into Donna's wet mouth. My dick responded too, blood flowing and filling my love muscle as it rapidly stiffened. Donna started running the palm of her hand over the front of my pants, my bulge getting harder as she slid her stiff fingers up and down my rod as we kissed. She released her mouth from mine and started kissing my neck, another thing that I REALLY liked. As she moved her lips up to my ears she started murmuring as her hand searched for my pants zipper. "Ron," Donna said in a soft whisper, "I was always so jealous of Louise. I wanted you, I always wanted you. Fuck, I'm in dreamland." I wasn't 100% comfortable with Donna's declarations of love, so I lightly gripped her head and gave a soft indication by pushing downwards that her mouth might be better used sucking on my aching dick instead of whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Thankfully she took the hint. After a brief struggle to free my rock-hard dick from my pants I flinched as Donna wasted no time wrapping her lips around it and swallowed. "Fuuuuhhhhccccch," I panted as she started to work my cock. Donna not only kissed well but she sucked cock even better. The 'guy vs. girl best natural cocksucker' jury was out. Donna was seriously giving me food for thought on that one. Jesus, this was fucking perfection. Then it happened. There was a sudden burst of 'I Will Survive' from the checkerboard table. It was Donna's cellphone. You're fucking kidding me! Donna jerked her head up, freeing my dick. She quickly cleaned a thin thread of saliva from her chin. "Oh, shit! Ron, sorry, let me quickly take this call." Donna reached over to the table near the couch. Fuck off! Really?!? Donna pressed the screen on her cellphone. "Oh, hi! Yes! Brian?" I got ready to listen to half of a cellphone call, but Donna put the phone on speaker almost immediately. "OK, Brian, yes. Ah! So Jason gave you my number?" Donna asked. "Yeah, sorry Donna. I feel such an asshole," the voice on the other end of the call replied. "The edit PC, the big one on the trolley. Where we looked at my audition recording. You know? Can you look and see if there's a fabric wallet there? It's blue. I am pretty sure I left it there." "Sure, Brian, no problem. One minute." Donna stood up and walked over to the PC rig type set up. She looked down, and I watched as she picked something up. It was a blue item, bigger than a wallet you'd use for normal everyday use, and it had a red and yellow circle in the center, with 'Santa Cruz' written on it. I took the opportunity to readjust my seating position and put my slightly deflated dick back into my chinos before zipping up. Fuck me. "Yes, Brian, it's here. I have it," Donna replied. "Sorry, Donna. I need to come back and get it. My driver's license is in there. And even though I'm 22, I always get ID-ed. I'm totally sorry." "Ah, hmm, OK then. How long will you be?" "Actually, Donna, I'm in the parking lot outside." What? "One minute, Brian." Donna switched her phone off speaker. "Ron, I'm sorry. Can we pause for a little while?" I sighed quietly. What could I say? The guy needed his wallet. He was sitting outside the apartment. "Sure, Donna, I guess. Tell him it's OK," I said resignedly. "Brian, buzz from the entrance. I'll let you in. Press 2, then 'Call', the button at the bottom, when you're in the elevator. Like earlier. Yes, the one bottom center. OK?" Donna then cut the call. "Sorry, Ron. Another drink?" "Sure, Donna, that Scotch is good. I might as well." Donna picked up my glass, went to the bar and refilled it. She also fixed herself another drink. Something and orange juice. She walked back and looked in the ashtray before crushing out the smoldering butt she'd forgotten about. Then she lit another cigarette. Donna sat down, then leaned over and kissed me. "Ron, they say anticipation is better. I am so going to fuck your brains out! That's a promise." There was a buzz from a panel on the wall. Donna put her cigarette between her lips and walked over to the elevator door. She pushed a button. There was a ping. Then about thirty seconds later, another buzz, another push of the button from Donna, and another ping. After another thirty seconds, the elevator door opened, and a tall, slim, and very sexy casually dressed young guy entered. He looked over at me slightly surprised. "Oh, shit, Donna, I didn't.." "It's OK, Brian. Ron is a business partner of mine. You know, my own business. The website. The one we talked about." "Ah, yeah. Not Jason's company. Your own thing." "Correct", Donna replied. "Are we still OK next weekend for me, you know, the thing you said?" "Sure honey," Donna smiled, "it will be me and another guy, he'll be like my husband. I have the scene worked out already. You'll be like a delivery guy or whatever, and it will be a Bi MMF threesome. We'll have to do it before you sign with Jason. It will be really easy. And a good start for you. Nothing too dramatic." "Oh, good," Brian said quietly. Donna walked over and put her cigarette in the ashtray. I took a deep pull on my Scotch. The kid, Brian, was cute. Very fuckable. My type. Shorter hair than I liked usually, but he was a very pretty young man. Donna picked up Brian's wallet. I cleared my throat. Maybe it was the Scotch, or possibly the two glasses of wine I'd drunk before I drove up here, but I decided to do it. "Hi, Brian," I said, introducing myself. "I'm Ron. Donna's business manager," I lied. Donna turned round in my direction and looked at me in surprise. She paused, then smiled and raised her eyebrows. "Actually, I'm responsible for many aspects of Donna's creative output," I continued, trying to sound professional, like I really worked in the Home- made Amateur Porn industry. "If Donna's OK, and if you don't mind, how about we do a tryout for next week's movie now?" Donna's eyes opened wide. I don't know if it was a pleasant look of surprise, or shock. When after a few seconds, she beamed a smile at me, I felt that we were on. "Ah.. eh.. Donna?" Brian asked nervously. "Yes, Brian. I think it would be better. Sometimes the first time it can go badly. You're OK with a, ehh.. 'practice run', yes?" "Hmm.. ah, I.. I guess so," Brian replied. "OK. We'll pretend Ron is my husband. I wish!" Donna giggled. "Let's go to the blue room." Donna took a final pull on her cigarette then stubbed it out in the ashtray. Donna reached out and grabbed my hand, then beckoned Brian to walk over. "Ron, Brian, let's party!" Donna said. "This is going to be so much fun!" TO BE CONTINUED