Traffic Girl - Juliet Ch. 40

Our tasting room hostess could have been a flight attendant. She was dressed in a tight navy-blue skirt and white button-down shirt. She gave us a robotic, sterile presentation on each wine. We quaffed them down and enjoyed the show taking place around us. Kat ended up in the restroom at the same time as the three women from Dallas. When she returned, she sidled up next to me.

"I'm not the only one here who's carrying a little blow," she whispered.

We laughed and decided to stick around, browsing the merchandise, until the Dallas group left. We walked out behind them, and the woman with the malfunctioning pants finally just let them fall. The men whooped and made cracks about a full moon. Kat and I laughed along with them, and then we were back inside the quiet, cool comfort of the town car.

"So that," I said, gesturing to the winery, "is kind of the other side of the spectrum from Opus. It's always a shitshow in there. That's why I like it."

"This is so fun," Kat said and hooked her arm inside mine.

The drive back to the Bardessono was reasonably short. We had three hours before our dinner reservation, which was something I always liked. We could have plenty of time to unwind and be refreshed for the evening. We put the bottles from Schramsberg in our wine chiller, and I pulled out a bottle of Champagne that was already cold.

"Bubbly?" I said.

"Yes!" Kat said happily. "Let's have happy hour outside!"

She opened the doors all the way, and I grabbed two glasses for us. I let the cork pop loudly and poured generously. Kat sat on my lap in one of the lounge chairs. We sipped and kissed. When we drained our first glasses, I started to unbutton her blouse. I brushed against her pierced nipples over the fabric, and she let out a little sigh.

"I want to be inside you," I whispered.

"I'm so ready for you, daddy," Kat whispered back. "I'm always ready for you."

We set down the stemware and turned our attention to each other. Our kisses were tender and leisurely. We explored each other's mouth while our hands explored each other, too. We looked for buttons and undid them. We slowly shimmied out of clothes and soon were naked. Kat had finished taking off her pants, bending over in front of me, and I spread her ass cheeks apart. I licked her puckered little hole, and she groaned with incredible pleasure.

"Yes, daddy," she sighed. "I'm your dirty girl."

She turned around and kissed me, then pushed me back in the lounge chair. The air was still warm, but the sun was no longer beating down directly on us. Kat pushed my legs apart with her knee. She seized my cock with one hand and then straddled my thighs. I loved when she took charge like this. She paused to wet the tip of my cock briefly against her dripping opening, then impaled herself all the way on my cock with a movement as silky smooth as the fabric of her blouse.

"Yes!" I sighed.

"It feels so good when you split me open," Kat moaned.

She straightened up and raised both her hands behind her head, shaking it out as if she wanted it to be teased out and wilder. Her nipples jutted out, the new piercings glistening seductively. Her hips moved with disciplined precision. She was wet, so wet I could feel her dripping down my balls already.

"You're so tight, Kitty Kat," I said.

"I'm so full, daddy," she sighed. "This is the best feeling."

I answered the swishing movements of her hips with some upward thrusts, wanting to push my cock as deeply inside her as possible. We took our time, savoring how perfectly we fit together and the velvety precision of the friction between our genitals. Finally, Kat leaned forward so I could take her tits in my mouth. Her nipples were outrageously sensitive, but she loved the attention. It propelled her closer to orgasm, especially when I alternated between biting them lightly with my teeth and tracing a circle around them with my tongue. I gripped her bubble butt tightly and guided our strokes, leading her along the road to climax. When she finally reached it, I doubled my attention on her nipples, and it sent her into a cosmic cum.

"Your turn," she said, panting.

I shook my head. "No, Kitty Kat," I said. "I think there's more in you."

"Please, daddy, I want your cum," she said. "Inside me. Where it belongs."

I bucked my hips again, penetrating all the way to her cervix, and she shuddered.

"Fuck!" she cried.

"You want more, don't you?" I said.

She merely nodded. I spanked her ass a couple times, but then I took my right index finger and found the rosebud of her asshole. I pushed it inside gently, and she threw back her head.

"Oh, daddy," she moaned, "you're doing everything. God. You're just going to force me to cum, aren't you?"

I found a perfect rhythm and hit Kat with total stimulation -- my mouth on her nipple, my finger up her ass, and my cock pummeling her pussy. She had a couple initial tremors, and then I felt it. I think I felt it before Kat realized it was happening. Her body erupted. She fell forward against my chest but never stopped the wild motion of her hips. She fucked me faster and faster, and then that delightful gush of fluid hit me. She had squirted.

"Daddy! Oh fuck! Daddy!" she was incoherent, huffing and puffing. "You. You. Your turn. Please."

I wrapped my arms around Kat and set her down on the lounge chair. I removed my cock briefly, then put it back into her greedy cunt as I positioned myself on top of her. She kissed me with urgency, begging me to cum inside her. I wanted to savor how good she felt. She was so tight. So velvety. Her pussy milked me. I held out as long as I could, but there was no use fighting it. I wanted to fill her up with sperm as badly as she wanted to feel it gush inside her.

Kat changed her hip movement, creating a motion that was more up and down. That sent electric tingles of pleasure up and down the full length of my cock.

"Fuck, ugh," I groaned, "I'm losing it!"

The cum oozed out of me into Kat's greedily squeezing pussy. I could feel how thick my load was, coating the walls of her vagina like it was trying to polymerize inside her. I drove myself hard inside her, wanting to push the virile fluid into her cervix. I wanted her to feel it leaking out of her during dinner.

"Good boy," Kat said, stroking my face as we collapsed on one another. "That's just what I needed."

It suddenly felt hot outside. Our skin stuck together. I kissed her and suggested we take a dip in our small pool.

"I'm too tired to put on my suit," she said. I just stared at her, and she laughed. "Oh, my god, you're right."

She just stood up and walked down the stairs, holding onto the handrailing. I followed her. The water was warm, and I was grateful they had a heater for it. Kat held her arms out for me, and we embraced.

"That was really hot," I said.

"I can't believe you made me squirt that fast. Or that hard," she said.

"I love it," I said. "How your body reacts to me ... it makes me feel amazing. Every time."

"Think about how it makes me feel!" she said with an airy laugh.

We relaxed in the pool for a little while, until we felt a decent chill penetrate as the sun started its slow disappearing act. Instead of drying off, I simply turned on the outdoor fireplace. Our bottle of Champagne had gotten a little warm, so I switched it out for a fresh one, the rosé from Schramsberg we had picked up earlier that day. We sat and let ourselves air-dry by the fire and sipped our bubbles.

"These getaways were the best idea, baby," Kat said. "I think it's recharging all of us."

"Good," I said. "That's what I was hoping for. I love our dynamic as a group. But I don't ever want us to lose our individuality. It's so important, too."

"I think we do a great job of it," she said. "I think we all feel very respected as individuals, though, I can't lie, it is nice to just get some one-on-one time with you. I like having you to myself sometimes."

"If you ever need it?" I said. "Just tell me. I never want it to be a problem."

"It is nice to have our group, though, isn't it?" she said, her thoughts jumping from place to place. "You should know how much we love Katie."

"I do, too," I said, my eyes meeting hers warmly.

"I really do," she said. "She's special."

"So what do we need to work on?" I asked. "There's gotta be something. Nothing is perfect. Perfect is a construct. The best we can hope for is to wake up each day and do a little better than the day before."

"Oh, daddy," Kat said. "I guess you're right. But, I don't know." Her words trailed off, and that was the signal that there must have been something the girls had talked about.

"What is it?" I asked. I put my hand out toward her and stroked her arm.

"Honestly?" she said. "I think Jess and Katie, in particular, wouldn't mind if our inner circle had one or two more male options. Maybe I feel that way sometimes, but, really, I think Jess felt a little embarrassed or awkward bringing it up given recent events."

"I suppose it is a lot for me to keep up with," I said with a nervous chuckle. "And I could have guessed Jess was thinking this way. She always does."

"I sort of put that the wrong way," she said. "I don't mean like us -- the five of us, our core group. I mean like the circle we've created to play with."

It started to make more sense.

"It's a shame Jamie and Johnny are in other cities," I said.

"That is a shame," she said with a knowing, naughty smile.

"What are you thinking? Or maybe what have you talked about?" I asked.

"So I have been kind of nominated to bring it up with you," Kat said. "I guess because, in part, Jess doesn't want you to think she's going down that boyfriend route again. And Katie still feels a little shy about it."

"I can appreciate that," I said. "As long as we talk about it. I love our communication."

"Our closest friends are Juliet and Melanie, and they are fabulous," Kat continued. "Beyond fabulous. I think if that circle where we have a safe zone to play included maybe one or two more couples, that would give us some variety for the times when you're, um, occupied."

"You're saying strap-ons are nice, but they don't cut it," I joked, still touching her arm to make sure she knew I was in tune with her.

"They are nice," she said. "And, fuck, do I love playing with the girls. So very much. But if you're playing with Rita and Juliet, hypothetically, I wouldn't mind if Jess and Katie and I could rock some stud's world."

"We should work on this," I said. "It makes sense. You're such cock-hungry sluts."

"We are," Kat said, licking her lips. "But we also know very, very well that finding the right people to invite into our little world is difficult, and we can't rush into it."

"Well, let's start it off," I said. "I may have someone in mind already."

"Crystal and Jason?" Kat said.

"You know me too well," I said. "You're always reading my mind."

"That's who we thought might be a good addition," she said. "I mean, they kind of already are. But now that they're going to be moving out here. I guess I wanted to be sure we were all comfortable including them."

"Of course I am," I said. "Jason's my best friend."

"That doesn't make it weird?" she asked.

"Does it make it weird when I fuck Crystal?" I replied.

"Definitely not," she said.

We were moving through the bottle of Schramsberg quickly. Kat got up and sat on my lap, now that the fire had sufficiently dried us off.

"You know us wanting some additional dicks has nothing to do with us being unhappy with you," she said.

"There might have been a time where I was unsure about that," I said. "Or would have felt insecure. But I don't. I know you're right. I want you to have it. In our safe space."

"Thank you for understanding, daddy," she said and kissed me. "I also like knowing it might make you at least a teensy bit jealous. You fuck me so good when you get a little jealous."

"I just get turned on by knowing that you'll always come back," I said.

"I will," she said, now letting her hand drift down to my cock and running her fingernails over it and my balls. It sent a tingle up my spine. "And I will never, ever play with another man if you're not there."

"Okay," I said. "That does make me feel better."

"I like when you make me feel jealous, too, daddy," she said.

"Do you?" I asked, my throat dry.

"I thought about it when I played with myself while you were in Cabo with Jess," she said. "I kept thinking about how I feel when you fuck Nicole. It always puts my stomach in knots."

"If that's the case, I don't need to ..." I said before she cut me off.

"No, daddy, it's all in a good way, at least now it is," she clarified. "It's such a powerful turn on and feeling to know that someone wants you so badly, but you come back to me. No matter what, you choose me. Because you love me."

"I do love you, Kitty Kat," I said, the words barely eeking out. My cock throbbed now.

"I think about what it was like seeing you and Bryce fuck Nicole at the same time," she said. "God. I get so wet thinking about it."

Our kisses became more urgent, and the smoldering passion that had underscored the entire conversation burst into flames hotter than the fire that burned in front of us.

"You make me crazy," I said. "I can't believe how turned on I am."

"Let me turn you on even more, daddy," she said. "I want you in my ass. Take all three of my holes and then take me to dinner."

"Fuck yeah," I said.

Inspiration hit me as Kat put all her effort into turning me on. I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her toward the outdoor shower, which was adjacent to the eight-foot wooden fence that ringed the outdoor terrace. I turned on the water and, as we waited for it to warm sufficiently, I ran my hands up and down Kat's flanks. Her skin was soft and warm. She sighed and pressed her back into me as I touched her.

"You feel so good," she said.

My cock stiffened, and I let it grow through the heart-shaped gap between her thighs. Heat radiated from her pussy. And it finally radiated from the showerhead, too. We stood under the pleasant stream of water, letting it cover our bodies, but I couldn't resist the temptation to get to the main event. Kat sensed it, too, and she reached her hands for the sturdy pole raising the shower head up high and bent over. That made it easy for my sturdy pole to rest in the ample cleavage between her bubble-like ass cheeks. I led with my thumb first, and Kat sighed. She jutted her ass out farther, and I took the hint. I spit into my hand for a touch of additional lubrication and, two beats of a heart after I rubbed it on my cock, I was buried balls deep inside her asshole.

"I'm fucking in love with your ass," I growled. "You take my cock so easily."

"I'm so close," Kat panted in response. "You dick belongs in my ass. It's made for it."

"I don't use your ass enough," I said. "You should be getting it every day."

"Yes, daddy," she moaned. "Show me what a naughty anal whore I am."

Her ass squeezed me like a vise. Her body shook, and she came, muffling her screams to the extent possible so we didn't raise too much of a raucous. As she came down from her peak, she began fingering her clit furiously, and it brought her to the precipice again. The water beat down on us, and I wanted to push her over the edge immediately. So I reached my hand around her neck and squeezed her throat, pulling her against my chest firmly. She gasped and came a second time, her asshole spasming around my cock. The friction was too intense for me, and I let out a guttural moan as I pumped my sperm into her bowels. The frantic conclusion to this intense coupling caught us both off-guard.

"Holy fuck, babe," I said, extricating my cock from her ass.

"That was so intense," she said, her breath still ragged.

We stared at each other and let the water beat down on us. I wrapped Kat into my arms, and her hands massaged my cock and balls.

"Careful," I said, "you might get me going again."

"Your dick is magical," she said. "No one has ever made me cum like that. I feel like I was electrocuted. I love what you do to me."

We kissed and decided it was time to go inside and get dressed for dinner. I felt a bit light-headed, with fatigue nipping at my heels after such a beautiful day. Kat dried her hair and then simply slipped into a flowy sundress with nothing underneath.

"My butt is going to keep eating this dress," she said with a laugh. "But I know you love it when there's nothing else on. Even if your cum is going to be leaking out of me the whole night."

"I do love it," I said, running a hand over her breasts and feeling her hard nipples and piercings.

She put on very light makeup. I stood watching her as she finished up and noticed the twinkle in her eye. As she transferred her things into a clutch for the evening, she held up the vial of cocaine. I simply nodded. She unscrewed the cap and made a show of letting me watch her exaggeratedly inhale two bumps. Then she reloaded the little shovel for me, and we walked into the cooling Napa air a few minutes later on the wings of that heady rush from the magical powder.

We held hands and walked the short distance to a cozy, authentic French bistro. It was a leisurely, lovely dinner with our favorite kind of non-fussy food. We filled up on country paté, escargot, quenelles, and steak frites, then finished off with profiteroles for dessert. We washed it down with three bottles of French wine, which made our return trip to the hotel a bit more of a stagger. In the room, we uncorked a bottle of Schramsberg from our earlier tasting for a nightcap next to the outdoor fireplace. Kat sat on my lap, alternating between sips of wine and kissing me.

My hands finally slid under her dress, feeling the warm, supple, and soft skin of her inner thighs. She emitted a barely audible sigh as my fingers traced her curves, intentionally avoiding her pussy. She parted her lips slightly, as if she was going to say something, but only sighed again. We kissed, and Kat finally spoke up.

"Do you want me to go get the coke, or should we throttle it back?" she asked, her face betraying no indication of preference one way or the other.

"Let's throttle back," I said. "We've got a big day of tasting tomorrow. And an epic dinner. We could use the rest."

"Okay, daddy," she said and kissed me softly.

We finished our wine and went inside. We slept naked, our bodies wrapped together. Sleep seduced us too quickly for us to even play one more time. My dreams were charged, however, and full of erotic visions. It was a quirky, nude odyssey through intertwined bodies, penetration, sucking, licking, and moans of pleasure. And, the next thing I realized, my hands were exploring Kat. One slipped into her ass crack, a finger finding the tense ring of her sphincter and swirling around it. The other gently massaged her pussy, on the outside at first, until I felt the first seep of moisture reach her smooth lips. She stirred, and I used some of her juices to rub her clit. She stirred a bit more, and I slowly inserted my middle finger into her cunt. It was soaking wet inside. Kat uttered a low moan, and our lips found each other. The first kiss was soft, tentative, trying to break out of sleep. Finally, her eyes fluttered open.

"Daddy, what are you doing?" she said, her voice husky from slumber.

"I was having the most dirty dreams about you," I said. "I have to have you. Right now."

She glanced over at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was past 2 a.m. We had been asleep for almost four hours.

"I'm so wet," she said.

"I know," I said and, for emphasis, pulled my finger out of her and licked it clean. "You taste good."

"I want you inside me," she said.

I climbed on top of her. Her knowing hand found my cock, which was raging hard and eager, and slipped it inside her. We both groaned in satisfaction as I bottomed out inside her.