Traffic Girl - Juliet Ch. 10

Kat and Rita disappeared inside the house, making a stop to top up their cocaine highs on the way. Stephen walked over and slid into the chair next to me. He put a nearly full bottle of Champagne on the ground between the two of us and pulled out the joint he had grabbed earlier.

"What do you say we have some fun, John?" Stephen said.

"You're speaking my language," I said.

Stephen sparked up the joint he had picked up earlier, took a couple drags, and passed it to me. I hit it hard and held the smoke for a long while, until Stephen was releasing a cloud of his own from his last hit. The purple haze began to take over our little area in the center of the covered patio. The party surrounding us had a casual intimacy about it. Everyone seemed to know one another. They talked easily. There were couples. There were singles. There was a lot of casual touching. The Mardi Gras masks helped conceal identities, but only to a limited extent. A visible dent had been made in the mountain of cocaine. Jess, Melanie, and Juliet had disappeared inside.

Then, through the fog of smoke, two females appeared. I recognized both instantly despite the masks covering their eyes. They were, arguably, the best actresses of their respective generations. One had a majestic mane of reddish-auburn hair. She was just on the other side of fifty now, but you would never have known it by looking at her. She and Stephen had collaborated on a half-dozen successful movies. The other was barely thirty, blonde, and in possession of the most attractive natural beauty you could imagine. She had won an Oscar and been nominated for three others, and her movies were perennial critical and box office darlings. The older actress walked to Stephen, smiling her wide signature smile, and dropped to her knees in front of him. She had no concern for what the tiled patio might do to her haute couture dress. The younger actress did the same, except -- to my disbelief -- she kneeled before me.

"Hi, John," she said sweetly. "I'm ..."

"I know," I cut her off.

She smiled the girl-next-door smile that had made her famous and said, "Do you want to ruin my makeup?"

My jaw dropped, but no words came out. I simply gave a little nod. She smiled again and, in a single motion, swept her hair back and then unzipped my fly. To my right, his pretty woman did the same. The two power brokers engulfed our cocks and began to suck them adoringly. This was too much. I couldn't wrap my head around it. But then the whole scene ramped up another couple notches. Stephen passed the joint back to me again. He smiled.

"This is just the start of the show," he said. "Our reward for work well done."

I exhaled a plume of smoke and said, "It's a pretty fucking great reward."

"Now things are really getting started," Stephen said, nodding toward the patio doors as I passed him back the nearly finished joint.

I turned my head to the left and saw Kat and Rita strutting out from inside the house wearing only their skimpy black lace lingerie. Kat carried a long, thick, pink two-ended silicone dildo. They approached either side of me from behind the chair, each kissing one of my cheeks and not flinching at the famous actress sucking my cock.

"Stephen wanted to see us play, daddy," Kat said.

"We're going to fuck each other in front of all these people," Rita added, sticking her tongue out playfully.

As my girlfriends stood in the center of the covered patio, they began by kissing one another seductively while the dildo pressed between them and rested invitingly between Rita's glorious, lace-encased breasts. They quickly progressed into stripping, urgently wanting to get to the main event. Despite all that lovely distraction, however, the people milling about seemed indifferent to the burgeoning sex show, as if they had seen it all before. That didn't deter Rita and Kat. Within a few minutes, they were nude except for their masks and had their legs played together in a sexy jigsaw puzzle as they worked each end of the dildo into their pussies.

"I never get tired of seeing what girls will do if you just ask," Stephen said, passing the nub of the joint to me.

"Ah, so you put them up to this?" I asked.

He nodded. "The time for my connection with Kat might have passed," he said. "But I always like knowing I have the power."

I merely nodded. Stephen was a power player. And he liked games. It took me aback a bit that he was still playing them with Kat -- or maybe it was more appropriate to say that Kat was amenable to it. But Stephen seemed to anticipate my thoughts.

"Once the connection goes, I can't physically be with someone again," he said. "I like variety too much."

Then he closed his eyes and pushed the famous actress's head down hard on his cock. She gagged, then pushed back playfully. I took a moment to savor the pure skill with which the Oscar-winning actress between my legs sucked my cock.

"Fuck, you're good," I breathed.

She let my cock out of her mouth with a pop. She sloughed her dress off her shoulders and revealed the incredibly perfect, tear-drop-shaped breasts that had become famous in a cloud hacking scandal a few years before. Her nipples were as long and hard as the photos made them out to me.

"If you like sucking dick and are good at it," she said, "Hollywood is much more fun. It's a good thing I really love sucking dick."

I watched as Kat and Rita humped furiously against each other. I could just catch a glimpse of the dildo, glistening with their arousal. Their eyes locked on each other intently. This was a version of my personal heaven that I never dreamed of. An Oscar-winning actress's saliva ran down my balls while two of my girlfriends closed in on screaming orgasms six feet away from my feet. And then it turned up another notch.

"Will you be able to get it up for me after you cum for her?" a voice whispered in my ear.

It was Juliet. She looked wired, happy, and horny. I knew the look in her eyes. She was cock hungry. I wondered if I had Jess and Melanie to thank for teasing her into such a state of arousal.

"Always," I responded in more of a gasp.

The actress was eager to get me off now, and I wondered if she might have felt a little rivalry with Juliet, who was younger and fresh competition. She squeezed my balls with one hand and jerked my shafted as her lips strained around my girth. I had passed the point of no return. Juliet knew it from my breathing and clamped her mouth down on mine, her blonde hair covering my face.

"Cum on my face," the actress moaned, pulling her mouth off and stroking me frantically.

I couldn't see my handiwork, but I felt it. It was a huge load of multiple ropes that shot out of my cock. My hips bucked, and I grunted. In the background, I could hear the intermingled orgasmic cries of Kat and Rita.

"Look what you did," Juliet said, lifting off of me.

The actress had taken off her mask, revealing her beautiful, elegant face. She smiled as cum dripped from her nose and down her cheeks. Her tongue snaked out and licked any thick fluid it came into contact with. Her mascara had run slightly beneath her bloodshot eyes. She grinned.

"I'm going to clean up," she said. "Maybe you two can find me later."

A big drop of cum fell onto her dress before she walked away. Juliet pointed it out.

"Meh," the actress said. "An Oscars dress can only be worn once. You might as well ruin it."

Juliet and I laughed, and the actress turned back once more.

"I wanted to tell you, Juliet," she said. "Your performance should have won. It was sincerely the best there's been in at least five years."

Her own Oscar had come three years earlier.

"That's really sweet of you," Juliet said, obviously stunned.

The moment passed, however, because Stephen grunted and unloaded into his partner's mouth. She had no trouble controlling the amount of cum he shot in her and quickly got to her feet. She grinned as she walked away, satisfied with a job well done. Stephen stood up, zipped up his fly, and invited Juliet to do cocaine with him. She floated away, and I watched Rita squirt all over Kat. Their show had drawn a few leering onlookers now, including someone who I swore looked like one of the biggest rock stars on the planet.

As Kat and Rita came down from their orgasmic highs, they noticed me. I walked over to them. They stood up and kissed me.

"Just in time," Rita said hungrily. "I want some dick so badly."

"You'll have to fight me for him," Kat said playfully but with equal lust.

"Let's go do some coke," I suggested.

"And then let's fuck," Rita added.

At the coke table, we caught up with Juliet and the Oscar-winning actress who still had my cum on her face. Stephen excused himself and went inside. Juliet had snorted two huge lines and was rubbing her nose while her fellow starlet scooped up a generous bump on her pinkie nail and inhaled.

"You better not let that cum drip into the coke!" Juliet laughed.

"That's why I grow out my coke nail for awards season!" the actress laughed in response.

"You two were so sexy," Juliet said, turning to Kat and Rita. "My pussy was like a faucet watching you."

"We were just going to play with John," Rita said. "Want to join us?"

"I'd love to," Juliet said and then paused. "It seems you may have an admirer, Kat."

The girls glanced over to the end of the buffet. There was a young hunk of an action movie star who more than one publication had dubbed the "next Tom Cruise" standing with a supermodel. He rubbed the supermodel's lower back while she talked to the rock god and his wife, but his gaze was fixed unapologetically on Kat.

"If you ever like rough sex, he's your guy," the actress covered in my cum said.

Kat's eyes lit up, and Rita took her turn with the glass coke straw.

"He's also an infamous ass man," Juliet added.

"Well, maybe let's see how he reacts when I bend over," Kat said.

Rita finished, and Kat stepped up. She turned toward the action star more than she needed to. He was transfixed as she also took longer than necessary to do her lines. Kat turned to me when she finished snorting, wiping her nose delicately.

"Well?" she asked expectantly.

"Maybe you should go talk to him," was my reply.

But we didn't have to. He made the first move. He took a few steps over and shoved his hand into mine. It was an enthusiastic greeting.

"John, right?" he said. "You're Petey's guy, right?"

I nodded and said, "That's me. Really nice to meet you."

"Chris," he said. "And you are?"

He turned his attention to Kat.

"Kat," she said, putting out her hand with unabashed confidence.

Instead of shaking it, Chris kissed it.

"I admire your lack of clothes," he said.

It broke the ice, and we laughed. I noticed behind us that the rock star's wife now had her hand on the supermodel's lower back.

"We were thinking of seeing what kind of trouble we might stir up inside, Chris," Juliet said.

"Well, it is a bit chilly out here," Chris offered.

Inside, the party had gathered enormous amounts of steam while we had been distracted outside. My actress disappeared into the crowd, having said something about cleaning up. The music was louder, the lighting soft and blue. As a result, everything had a bit of a surreal edge to it. And everywhere you looked was someone more famous than most people likely encountered in a lifetime. Most of them were in various states of undress and in what, in any other setting, would have been compromising situations.

My eyes first fell on a mature, legendary tough guy actor sporting a surprisingly modest cock. It was buried, however, in the asshole of a former child actress who was now a pop star in her mid-20s. She was bent over the back of a sofa and singing out, in full high-pitched falsetto, her desire for a second cock in her mouth. Nearby, another pop star -- the former lead singer of a boy band who had become a superstar when he became a solo artist -- had a raven-haired one-time Disney star in her early 20s riding his cock reverse cowgirl. The girl was identifiable by her distinctive forearm, wrist, and knuckle tattoos. As she rode him, she held a mirror close to her face as she struggled to snort a fantastically thick line of cocaine.

Juliet paused briefly to lag behind Kat and Rita, who walked in front of Chris, and slipped her hand in mine.

"I want you before I have to go give Stephen some attention," she said quietly.

"Nothing would make me happier," I said.

We ambled toward the back of the house, assuming we would find bedrooms there. I noticed Chris had moved one hand each onto Kat's and Rita's bare asses. We passed a small study adjacent to the main living room. The trio in front of us walked on, but I pulled Juliet to a stop when I noticed Jess and Melanie inside. Jess was playing with the black bow tie of one of my favorite actors, a multiple winner of People Magazine's "Sexiest Man Alive," and also a good friend of Stephen's. She whispered something to him as his hand drew up the hem of her long dress. Melanie was obscured by Stephen's hands, which cupped the back of her head as they made out. Juliet poked me in the ribs, signaling me to keep going down the hallway.

"He's always playing power and control games," she said acerbically.

I didn't reply. I simply took her hand, and we found the others in a bedroom two doors down from where Jess and Melanie were playing. Kat and Rita were kneeling on the bed, making out. Their breasts pressed together in a sexy sandwich. Chris stood at the foot of the bed, stripping down. His body was a brick wall of muscle, but the most intimidating part was his cock. Even flaccid he made me feel a twinge of inadequacy. He was the definition of hung, and his size stood out even in comparison to his six-foot-three-inch frame and chiseled muscles.

Kat had a full view of Chris in all his glory. When she caught sight of him, she stopped kissing Rita and tapped her to get her to turn around. Her jaw dropped, and she licked her lips. Kat and Rita whispered conspiratorially together. Juliet took my hand and squeezed it tighter. My heart beat fast. Kat looked up at me and crooked her finger, beckoning me to her. She and Rita kissed again until I reached their side.

"Daddy, would you be jealous if I played with Chris?" Kat asked, her voice lacquered in saccharine tones.

I shook my head. I sensed something else. I looked at Rita.

"You want him, too," I said. It wasn't a question. "He's on your list."

Rita bit her lip, and she nodded but then quickly added, "I do, but you know I can't." She bounced up and down on her knees, the molly high really coursing through her.

"It's okay, darling," I said.

"I know," Rita said. "Not doing it is for me."

She hesitated and paused, then looked at me lovingly.

"I'd love to do a line off his dick, though," she said.

"Well, let's get some coke then," I said, gesturing to the nightstand.

Rita scrambled off the bed and retrieved a plastic baggie covered in red hearts and filled with coke. There was a small coke shovel and a straw in her hand, too. Kat had crawled over on the bed near Chris, who turned to face her, and his cock had grown slightly. She looked at me once more, her eyes wide and seeking my approval. I nodded at her again, and she grinned. She reached her left hand down and gripped Chris's cock around the base. Her nipples crinkled and became even harder.

"Oh my god," she breathed. "You're going to wreck me with this thing."

"I'll be gentle," he said politely, with a boyish, endearing smile.

"Don't you dare," she said, jacking him gently. "I want you to use the full power of Thor."

We all laughed, and Kat's good humor eviscerated the touch of anxiety that had built up into the room. Chris's cock grew in Kat's petite hand. She used her other hand as it reached full length and girth. It was truly massive. Kat grinned over at me.

"Thank you, daddy," she said.

Just then, Juliet ran her arm down the front of my chest and, while she kissed me, she unbuttoned my shirt.

"I can take it rough, too," she whispered, her eyes sparkling.

Our lips mashed together, but we separated as Rita brushed by us. She purposely walked around to the far side of Chris and Kat, so I would have a clear view of her actions. Kat had Chris at full erection now and eyed his cock with pure lust. Rita kneeled and, with clinical precision, began scooping cocaine onto the shaft. She didn't stop until his cock was covered in a long line.

"Shit, this must be almost a gram!" Rita exclaimed, rolling the straw between her fingers.

"Get it, girl," Kat encouraged her. She was kneeling on the bed again and giving Chris periodic pecks on his lips.

Rita licked her lips, stuffed the straw in her right nostril, and filled the oddly quiet room with a long, intense snorting sound.

"Oh, fuck yeah," she said a few seconds later, after she had finished her first pass over the line.

A couple lingering spots of the fine white powder remained, and Rita made a second pass with her left nostril to clean them up. When she had finished, she gazed at Chris's cock with longing. She licked her lips. I reconciled myself to the thought that she would just suck him into her mouth next. But she didn't. She stood up and passed the coke to Kat.

"Your turn, sweetie," she said.

Kat happily accepted the offer. She followed Rita's careful example and covered Chris's cock once more in coke. Meanwhile, Rita walked over to Juliet and me. She kissed me and then her. She smiled.

"Tempting," she said. "But not in the cards. Not tonight, anyway."

We moved into a three-way kiss. I heard Kat snort up the coke behind the girls. A short bit later, the eager, slurping sound of her mouth on Chris's member crashed through the room. She gagged herself, pulled off with a loud pant, and gagged herself again. Rita, Juliet, and I tumbled into the bed. Juliet positioned herself over my mouth, lowering her puffy, eager, smooth pussy onto my tongue. Rita settled between my thighs, snaking her warm, wet tongue over my cock. As Juliet leaned back to savor my oral attention, I could see Kat. She stopped blowing Chris and spread her legs wide, leaving them hanging over the edge of the bed. She stretched her arms back, nearly touching my leg and glanced back at me. We locked eyes for a brief moment, just as she spoke.

"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me like I'm a rag doll."

In contrast to the tender foreplay that occurred between Rita, Juliet, and me, Chris crashed into Kat without needing further prompting. Kat cried out.

"Oh, you delicious fucker!" she screamed. "That's it. I'm your cock sleeve! I'm just a fucking toy!"

They fucked rapidly, and the pounding of their bodies together beecame increasingly loud as the sweat built up between them. Kat came once, then a second time. Chris had barely started to breathe heavily. After Kat came a third time, Chris flipped her over. He did it roughly, tossing her down on the bed, then pulling her back by her toned, pale honey-colored legs. He wasn't a talker. He was a doer.

Kat offered herself up to him from the back. Juliet, after having an orgasm of her own, joined Rita between my legs. The glance she gave me told me that this double blow job was really a chance to allow me watch Kat get fucked. My sweet traffic girl put on a good show. Chris didn't miss a beat, penetrating her fully, which caused her to cry out partly in pleasure and partly in pain. Her shrill screams were punctuated by the sharp crack of his hands on her ass. I wasn't sure I'd ever seen a more intent look of sheer desire on Kat's face. She spun a web of dirty talk that floated above the bed.

"Yes!" she moaned. "Harder! Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm a slut! Show me what a slut I am! I'm a dirty fucking slut! Fuck me until I can't walk! Fuck me until you own me!"