Traffic Girl - Juliet Ch. 44

She opened her mouth and took my cock inside to the base. Her tongue followed, spinning like a tornado on the underside of my shaft from the tip to the stem.

"Fuck, that feels so nice," I said, letting my hands flow through her sumptuous hair.

Juliet bobbed her head up and down eagerly for a minute, which was far longer than necessary for me to achieve full erection.

"I love that feeling," she said, pulling her head off. "It's so powerful having a dick get hard in your mouth."

"Wait until I'm in your pussy," I said.

"I don't want to wait," she said, standing up with her movie star smile.

She climbed onto the bed, only a few feet away, and sat on it before laying on her back and spreading her legs. Her feet still dangled off the edge of the mattress.

"Take it slow at first," she said. "I really am going to be tight as hell."

I stepped forward and let a couple fingers explore her soft, smooth pussy lips. She was incredibly wet and puffy with arousal. I put the tips of my fingers inside her, letting them briefly bounce over the nub of her clit, and she gasped.

"No teasing," she said. "I just need that dick."

My cock hovered just above her pubic mound, and she reached a delicate hand down and guided the tip to her pussy. I thrust forward, and she used her hand to control the rate and depth of penetration.

"That first moment when you penetrate me is just exquisite," Juliet said with a deeply satisfied sigh. "Your tip just slips in, and then I get that amazing feeling of your dick spreading me apart. God, there is nothing like it."

"I'm glad you feel that way," I said, leaning into Juliet more as she wrapped her legs around me.

I lowered my head to her tits and sucked her nipples, then moved higher to kiss her. Our mouths moved in unison as I buried myself to the hilt inside her, then started slow, luxurious, savoring strokes in and out of her pussy. It was tight. Definitely tighter than I remembered.

"You are so fucking tight," I said breathlessly.

"I told you," Juliet said playfully. "Not even a strap-on."

"Incredible self-control," I said, giving her another peck on the lips.

"More like too busy a production schedule," she said. "But let's not talk about that now. I just want to savor this. Don't worry about me. Just fuck me and cum. I want to feel you shoot inside me almost as much as I want you to fuck me."

"That's not going to happen," I said, kissing her neck and driving my hips deeply into her.

She gasped, and I knew she would. The first time my cock pushed against her cervix always elicited that reaction from her, and it pushed her close to orgasm almost instantly.

"Ugh, I love when you do that," she said.

So I did it again, then a third time.

"Fuck me, I'm going to cum!" she panted.

I straightened my elbows so I could fuck her with longer strokes, which also gave my head room to suck on her nipples again. It was an irresistible combination for her, and her breathing changed. It got shallow and short, and twice in quick succession I jammed my cock against her cervix again, and she tumbled over the edge of pleasure like a barrel falling from a waterfall.

"Oh! Oh! Oh god! Oh fuck me!" Juliet cried. "I missed that. I missed that so fucking much."

After another round of long, slow strokes, I dove in deeply again, and Juliet came a second time. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me to her.

"You fucker," she said with a grin. "How do you do that? Fuck. Fuck. I'm shaking. Your turn. I'm going to get so sore so quickly."

We kissed, and she pushed my chest, signaling me to roll over.

"You want a little bit of control, huh?" I said.

She stuck out her tongue and said, "Yeah, I want to know what it's like to have total power over when someone gets off."

"It's not going to take a lot," I said earnestly.

"Good," she said. "I don't want to keep all the others waiting. Too long, anyway."

She propped up on one knee, grabbed my cock, and guided it into her silky wet snatch. It wasn't going to take long, particularly if Juliet gave me the long, swishing strokes like an infinity symbol. And, of course, she did. She knew my body as well as I knew hers. It was a natural movement, something we just fell into instinctively.

"That's my good boy," she said. "I can tell you're getting close."

"Yeah," was all I could muster in response.

Juliet knew how to nudge me past the point of no return. She leaned forward and, with the softest lips imaginable, kissed me. She slipped her tongue in my mouth, wet, warm, and urgent. I was close, but Juliet knew how to get me there even faster.

"Which one of your girls do you think will want to eat that fat load out of me?" she asked sweetly. "I know Rita would. But maybe I should let Kat or Jess. Or maybe Katie. She's the newest. I want to see how much her tongue has improved since I've been gone."

"Oh, fucking hell, Jesus!" I grunted. "Fuck, I'm cumming."

"Yes!" Juliet hissed. "God, that is such a big load. Oh my god. What a load!"

"Fuck me," I said, my head spinning. "That was fantastic. Wow. Welcome home!"

"Mmmm, yes, welcome home to me," she said.

Juliet leaned back and let my cock fall out of her. She dipped a finger into her pussy and took a taste.

"I missed that cum, John," Juliet said. "I am so glad to be back home."

"Me, too," I said. "We all missed you. A lot."

We kissed again, and she suggested we go back to the party. But when she did, there was a wicked glimmer in her eyes as she said it.

"What?" I asked.

"Let's not get dressed," she said.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Sure, why not?" I said.

She laughed and smiled at me.

"It feels like forever since I've been able to just let my hair down," she said.

"Well, that's good," I said. "And by that I mean it's good to feel like you can be yourself at home."

"I can," she said and held my hand again. "I really can."

* * *

When Juliet and I rejoined the party, it probably shouldn't have surprised me that we weren't the only naked people in the house. Our compatriots had taken liberties of their own while we were enjoying our tryst. The first thing I noticed was Kat and Rita, nude, sharing hits out of a mini dab rig at the edge of the pool. They took turns pulling large plumes of smoke into their lungs and then exhaling it into the other's mouth. It was a truly erotic sight.

Jess and Petey were hunched over Crystal, who lay on her back -- though her proud tits did not -- so they could snort lines off of her ample chest. But not all the action was out by the pool. In the great room, we found Melanie splayed on the couch, one leg up on the back of it, and Jason pumping in and out of her. At the same time, Bianka rode Melanie's face.

"Good," Juliet whispered. "I knew she needed some dick, too."

That left Katie and Alix laughing it up near the bar, apparently having some kind of unspoken contest to see who could ingest the most cocaine. Between lines, they became engrossed in an excited conversation.

Juliet did a u-turn and headed back to the pool, where she joined Kat and Rita for some dabs. I made my way over to Katie and Alix, curious what had gotten them so animated.

"You girls seem like you're having a good time," I said, giving them each a kiss.

"I was just telling Katie about a new client I've been seeing," Alix said breezily. Her nose was read, and she spoke rapidly. "He's one of the producers on that reality singing competition."

"I love that show so much!" Katie squealed. "And I love it even more now knowing that this guy is a total perv!"

"I'm serious," Alix said, "I think he would rather lick my asshole than fuck me."

"How good is a nice ass licking?" Katie said. "I love it. My pussy is tingling just thinking about it."

"Well, you're in luck," I said. "I love eating your ass."

"Rain check, daddy?" Katie said. "Kat asked if she could have a turn with me."

She grinned, finally feeling confident in her standing in our group. I smiled back at her and touched the small of her back. I turned to Alix. She was smiling ear-to-ear.

"I love these parties," she said, her voice nasal but the words still coming out at a machine-gun pace.

"We should do them more often," I said.

"Isn't that the plan?" Alix asked.

"Is it?" I shot back.

"That's what Petey told me," she said with a shrug.

"I mean, I'm not opposed," I said, leering at her tits.

"You wanna do a line off them?" Alix said casually.

"When have you ever known me to refuse that?" I replied. Alix was always keen at banter.

"Smart men never refuse that," she said with a laugh, and she was already reaching for the pile of coke nearby.

"I do miss your tits," I said, bending down and taking a pierced nipple into my mouth.

"You never give me enough attention," she said with a sigh, but she sprinkled a half-moon-shaped line across her breast.

"I've been under the impression you're pretty busy, doll," I said.

I bent over and snorted the line. It was merely a vehicle to pay more attention to her tits. I licked and sucked on them, and she gave a happy moan as I bit her nipples.

"You make it sound like I'm a whore," she said.

"If the cocks fit," I said and rubbed my nose.

Alix looked at me seriously and licked her lips.

"They all fit," she said. "I'm made to be a whore."

"Petey says you've been busy," I said, my hand tracing a path down her rib cage.

"You know me," she says. "I'm popular at Infinity. And I love dick. So I moonlight a little when Petey needs to entertain special clients."

"For love or money?" I asked.

"Love," she said and gave a mock look of offense. "If my man wants me to fuck a client or potential client? I'm glad to do it."

"Spoken like a true slut," I said, pulling her to me by grabbing her ass.

"It's what makes me unique," she said, her lips drawing close to mine. "I'm a slut who's also a whore. I'm so versatile."

"I'm not sure how unique those features are," I said, grinning again, and gesturing around the room.

"Shut up," she said. "Now I'm going to tease you instead of letting you fuck me."

She stuck out her tongue and walked away, more shimmy in her ass than necessary. I wasn't sure that was to tempt me. I was pretty sure it was just Alix being Alix.

I had just started to walk toward the bar to grab a fresh glass of wine when Bianka appeared at my side. She was naked, beaming, and had a magnetic, glistening sheen covering her thighs.

"Hey," she said, her breath ragged, a light sheen of sweat visible on her neck and chest.

"Need a drink?" I asked. "I was just about to get one."

"What I need definitely starts with a 'd' and ends with a 'k,' yeah," she said with a wicked smile.

I looked at her stupidly for a moment, then I got it and laughed.

"So a drink?" I said, making a joke out of my obtuseness.

"I'll settle for both then," she said.

I led her to the bar and poured a glass of white wine for me and Champagne for her. We clinked the crystal stems in toast and took a refreshing sip. Bianka pushed her tongue against her bottom lip and was about to say something when a voice rang out behind us.

"Oh, daddy! Could I get some Champagne?" Kat asked in her happy, sing-song voice.

"Of course, Kitty Kat," I said with a smile and grabbed her a fresh glass.

The three of us toasted, and Kat gave me a wet kiss.

"You taste good," I said.

"Rita," she said, licking her lips.

"You girls always know how to make me horny," I said.

Bianka kissed me next, and my cock started to get the message. A threesome with her and Kat would be a very nice next step in the evening. But then things took their next unexpected turn.

"So, don't be mad at me," Bianka whispered, "but I kind of need to steal Kat away to talk about something. Is that okay? It's kind of important."

I knew my face fell a little bit, but I recovered and nodded as I said, "Yeah, of course, I mean, Kat is the best. Whatever you need."

I drained my glass and refilled it. Now Jason came over and joined me. He had just finished with Melanie. Well, he had finished on Melanie, and Alix had immediately swooped in to clean her up.

"How's that for a hot-as-fuck sight, brother?" Jason said, sweat beading on his forehead.

"You want some of this?" I asked, raising my glass.

He nodded.

"Man, so you guys have parties like this all the time?" he asked.

"I mean, not all the time," I said as I poured. "We are talking about having them more often."

"I can't wait to get out here, man," Jason said. "And Crystal is even more excited."

"All of us are stoked, dude," I said. "For real. It's always nice to have more friends around."

"You ever look around and wonder how this can be your life?" he asked.

I laughed and said, "All the fucking time, my man. All the time."

"Yeah, shit, my head is spinning just at the thought!" he said.

"Well, the best piece of advice I can give you?" I said. "Don't question it. You've worked hard. You're an amazing guy. You've fucking earned it. Every bit of it."

He grinned at me and then got attacked by Crystal from behind.

"I need you," she said. "Right now."

And without any further ado, dragged him away. I drained another glass and realized the wine buzz was starting to kick in, so I decided to ride it. I poured too much on my refill and surveyed the scene. Rita and Juliet sat on the edge of the pool, their feet in the water, as they passed a joint back and forth. They were talking casually, and the pastel tones of the setting sun hit just right. It occurred to me that I needed to talk to Juliet about Carly's offer. Even if it was right on the heels of her last shoot, I knew well enough now that it would be several months before anything got off the ground. Working with Carly couldn't hurt either of us. It seemed prudent to strike while the iron was hot. I didn't want Carly thinking she needed to go in another direction.

I took the liberty of pouring them each a glass from a fresh bottle of wine, then carefully walked outside with them. I was about to sit down next to Rita when they moved apart.

"Here, babe," Rita said, "sit in the middle."

Juliet handed me the joint, and I took a deep drag.

"There is something incredible about smoking weed and taking in this view," I said.

"Which view is that?" Juliet asked, glancing at my crotch and Rita's tits. She parted her own thighs slightly.

"The view view," I said. "Some things are good for looking at. Other things are good for looking at and playing with."

"I can think of something I'd like to play with," Rita said.

I handed her the joint, and she took a very long pull on it. She held it out for Juliet, who took it and immediately brought her lips to it. Rita slipped into the pool, sunglasses perched on her nose, and turned around. She pushed my legs apart and stood between them, the water cresting below her tits. She exhaled the pungent smoke into my lap and, with a simple and skillful move, separated my cock from my balls and swallowed my shaft whole.

"What a great idea, Rita," Juliet said.

She followed her path into the pool, handing me the nubby joint. Rita moved to the side, giving Juliet access to my cock from her position to my right. Juliet covered us in a cloud of smoke. Rita pulled back and smiled, running her tongue underneath my erection and then dropping her head to just above the top of the water and sucking my balls into her mouth. That let Juliet suck my tip and then swallow me deeper into her mouth.

"Jesus girls," I said.

I leaned back, putting one hand behind me and using the other to finish the joint while these two beauties gave me a remarkable double blow job. They occasionally got distracted by kissing each other, but for the most part, Rita and Juliet were solely focused on coaxing another load of cum out of me. They took pure joy in giving me head, especially together, and I couldn't believe the good fortune. I swore I would never take it for granted. It was something I tried to commit to on a regular basis, just like sometimes I felt like pinching myself to see if I'd wake up.

With my wine buzz at a perfect level, the mellow, cloudy feeling of the marijuana taking hold of me, and the frenetic cocaine wearing off, I was in a near-perfect state of arousal and pleasure. The girls sensed it. They knew they could toy with me or just get me off. They chose the latter. Juliet now moved lower into the water, alternating between having her tongue dance over my balls and sucking them into her warm, slurping mouth. Rita turned her attention to my cock, but she was very particular about it. She took my tip into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Then she would suck on it, not too firmly but not gently either. She went back and forth, and she knew it was having the desired effect when I dropped the remaining roach of the joint and leaned back on both hands, allowing my hips to push forward.

She only stopped long enough to say, "You know what I want, John. I need it. I feed on it. Give it to me."

Maybe thirty seconds later, I obliged. She didn't need any warning. She knew it. I shot my second load of the night across her tongue, and she savored the ropes like a wine connoisseur. When I was finished moaning and bucking, she pulled off and turned her head toward Juliet, offering to share.

"No, babe, it's okay," Juliet said. "I got a load already."

Rita made a show of swallowing for me, then smiled at Juliet.

"Thanks, babe," she said, and they kissed briefly.

"Fuck, you two now how to show a guy a good time," I said with a chuckle.

"Well, the sun is barely down," Rita said. "We're just getting started."

"In that case," Juliet added, "who wants to join me for a line?"

Neither Rita nor I needed to be asked twice. And, just like that, we were back in the great room crowding around a tray of lines. I bent down for my turn, after the girls had finished, and Juliet continued the conversation she had started with Rita earlier.

"So, like I was saying," Juliet said, "I've been on the grind for so long, I think it's time to take a year off."

"I mean, you really do have to take care of yourself!" Rita said supportively.

"I've made so many movies, and I've never really had a proper break," she said. "And with Mel, I'd love for us to be able to have some time to just enjoy settling in and being together. The timing is really perfect, I think."

"What with this last shoot being so tough?" Rita said. "That makes perfect sense."

"It was," Juliet said, nodding, her eyes now fully seized by the cocaine. "And it really made me realize just how hard I've been pushing myself."

"Sounds like your mind is made up," I said. Part of me was nervous. A year was a long time.

"I think it may be," she said with a smile. "Everybody needs a break, right?"

"Well, you know that we'll support you," Rita said. "And, seriously, how fun would it be if we all just got a bunch of time off?"

"That sounds seriously amazing," Juliet said.

When we came inside, my intention had been to raise Carly's potential movie with her. I couldn't. She had made up her mind. This could put something important to me professionally at risk. But I couldn't push Juliet on it.

A new tension balled up inside me. I took pride in what I had built with Petey and the movie finance side of things. I was competitive. Carly was a big-name, A-list celebrity at the height of her career. She would be making her directorial debut. There was going to be massive buzz around the project, from the moment it got off the ground.

How could Juliet miss out on that? Especially if Carly had hand-picked her? Or was I being selfish and ignoring what she needed to advance my own career? And, regardless of any of that, how hard should I push it with Juliet? Should I push it at all? I decided to make a gentle exploration and leave it at that. For now.