Traffic Girl - Katie Ch. 01

"Hey, I'm game," I said, grinning.

"Soon," Riley said. "I'm going to knock out these last three guys. But once I do that, I'll come find you guys. Henry and I are going to be ready to do some real fucking at that point."

"If you're not too tired," Kat offered.

"Oh, we won't be," Riley said and flashed a grin. "You've never seen us on tour. You're going to find out just how insatiable, how much energy playing these shows gives us. We're like fucking animals when each set is over."

* * *

Kat and I retreated with Katie and London back to the party. We had a few drinks, did some more blow, and waited for Riley and Henry to finish their fan service. London peeled off to locate Victoria, who wasn't in the guest house anymore. We found that out when Jess and Rita joined us but didn't know where the other UCLA cheerleader had disappeared to.

"Sorry, we got a little carried away," Rita said with a grin.

"Apparently, I had a ton of cum inside me," Jess said with a laugh.

We stood still for a few moments, and let the party settle around us. It was still going strong. Enough cocaine and alcohol had a way of doing that. The crowd made for an interesting natural contrast. On one hand, you had the seasoned musicians and their entourage, who had partied like this every time they went on tour. On the other, the groupies and fans participating probably would never get this chance again. You might have thought that these differing perspectives would create a sort of balance. But it didn't. The musicians loved this kind of lifestyle, and they loved exploiting it. The civilians were going to go all-out because it could be their one shot. It was a recipe for full-throttled, pedal-to-the-metal debauchery. It made it a voyeur's dream.

For a while, we were happy to enjoy watching. I grabbed a magnum of Champagne, Katie picked up two coke bullets, and we went outside on the patio to see what was going on. Kat packed a bong, and we passed it around taking rips. Except Katie, of course, who wasn't shy about pushing the bullet up her nose and getting absolutely wired. She sat on my lap and ground against my cock. It was a perfect tease.

Getting stoned was a good idea. It helped slow things down and let us sit back and enjoy. Outside, the center of attention was the pool. I noticed a few of the sluts Henry had been playing with were now in the pool, grabbing at any cock that floated by. The air was thick with weed smoke. I could tell the girls enjoyed this quiet interlude, but they were also scheming to get back into the fun.

"Jake looked like he was packing some equipment," Kat said to Jess, referring to the BowHaus guitar player.

"He most definitely was," Jess said with a laugh.

"His accent makes me wet," Katie said. "It reminds me of that Thunder From Down Under stripper I fucked in Vegas before."

"Have you fucked him yet?" Rita asked.

"No," Katie said, shaking her head. "Henry was the only guy from the tour I'd played with before tonight."

"I can't imagine what it must be like to blow him during the show," Jess said.

"It's hot," Katie said with a laugh. "It's just kind of amazing what an atmosphere of permissiveness there is in this environment. I haven't even quite figured it all out yet, honestly. Like, I know people are going off during shows for quickies and stuff, but I'm not sure what all the pairings have been."

"It's pretty easy to see that permissiveness," Rita said, looking around.

Within a ten-foot radius of us, four guys were getting blow jobs. Three pairs of people were fucking. Two girls were entwined in a sixty-nine position while another guy jerked off over them. And Elizabeth, the redheaded backup singer, was getting an intense anal reaming from one of the guys Riley had picked out for herself. He looked a bit nerdy, but he wielded a cock that was easily nine inches and caught the attention of the girls.

"That looks delicious," Kat said.

"You know, I haven't had anal in eleven days," Katie said, turning to me and giving a little pout.

"This seems like an oversight," I said.

"Just move over a little bit and stick it up your ass, Katie," Jess suggested with a laugh.

"Yeah," Rita said. "I want to watch your face with John in you."

"Should I?" Katie asked.

"That's a rhetorical question," I said.

Katie looked back at me with a little grin. It would have been adorable, but it was too mature and wanting. And her eyes were way too wired. She had that look of pure, wanton lust. She stood up and lifted her hips off of me just a few inches and shifted over, from sitting on my leg to floating just above my turgid cock. She felt my erection poke against her ass, then knew where to place her hand. She grabbed my cock and pushed it between cheeks. With a little searching, she found the spot. Her thighs flexed. She took a deep breath in and, on her exhale, she took my cock in her tight little asshole.

"Oh my god, do you see how much she loves it?" Rita said. "I love that look on your face, Katie!"

"It feels so good," Katie moaned. "Daddy, you just own me when you put your dick up my ass."

"Look at how deep she's taking him," Kat marveled. "Just like a good anal slut."

"I want anal now," Jess said with a mock pout.

"I want her pussy," Rita said and slipped off the chair and crawled over to Katie.

She kneeled in front of her and kissed her, then moved down and played with her tits. Within a few minutes, Rita was licking Katie's pussy as she took a leisurely ass fucking. Kat and Jess passed the coke bullet back and forth, and they looked a little left out. Until Jake walked up.

"Hi, ladies," he said, nobody blinking that he was nude and sporting a major league cock. "I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Jake. John has told me a lot about you, and I just wanted to say hi."

Kat and Jess swooned over his accent. They looked him up and down.

"You seem a little unoccupied at the moment," Jess observed, licking her lips.

"Yeah, well, I just got through with a little fun upstairs," he said.

"We've had a little bit of a fun lull," Kat said. "We were kind of hoping something would come along."

Jess spread her legs a little as she spoke up.

"And you look like fun," she said.

"John, you weren't kidding," Jake said, turning to me but not seeing me because Katie was blocking his view. "You've got something special here."

"You're welcome to find out just how special, my friend," I said.

But he didn't have a chance to respond. Kat and Jess had already gotten on their knees and were starting a very well-practiced double blow job. I wondered how many dozens of times they had done this together over the years.

"You feel so good in my ass, daddy," Katie said, bouncing up and down rhythmically now.

Anal sex with Katie was amazing. She had a small frame, which meant all her entry points were tight. The fact that I could fuck her anally was something of a miracle, but she was determined when it came to pleasure, and one of her physical gifts was improbable tightness. Fucking her came with outrageously good friction.

"You're so fucking tight," I said, my hands playing with her tits.

"I'm gonna cum, daddy," Katie moaned. "I'm so close."

I felt Rita's luxurious hair tickling my thighs as she ate our Katie while we fucked. But then it disappeared, and I caught a glimpse of her magnificent tits as she reached behind her. All of the sudden, she was back between Katie's legs.

"Oh, perfect idea, Rita," Katie said gratefully.

That statement was followed by two sharp snorts as Katie took rips from the coke bullet. It was going to send her into another dimension when she came. Her ass was squeezing against my cock, and Rita's tongue moved urgently. I felt the occasional flick of her tongue against my cock. As the coke quickly took hold of Katie, her asshole squeezed like a vise. She tumbled over the edge of pleasure in a maniacal series of screams. She pushed Rita away and thrust her hips like she was trying to keep up on top of a bucking bronco.

"Oh my god!" Rita cried.

I saw it just as she spoke. The jet of fluid shooting from Katie's cunt. She had squirted for the first time ever. I manhandled Katie's tits, pinching her nipples hard and trying to keep her impaled on my cock. Rita was ecstatic.

"You did it!" she said. "That's so sexy!"

She leaned in and kissed her, then kissed me, and I saw the pride in her eyes.

"I'm gonna cum," I said.

It had snuck up on me, and I grunted fiercely as my cum shot into Katie's ass. It had been an almost overwhelming fuck, and I felt spent as my cock retreated from inside her. Katie turned around and kissed me. It was needy and urgent. I smiled at her, tired. But it didn't last long.

"Oh, Londy!" Rita cried. "There you are! Come over here!"

Her voice was firm.

"I need you to clean up John again!" she said.

The blonde cheerleader was walking across the patio, looking high and a little lost. She turned to Rita and gave a vacant smile.

"Come on, girl," Rita said. "Get to it!"

She grinned at me, enjoying the power trip.

"God, you have such nice tits," London said as she saw Katie.

"Thanks!" Katie said, bubbly and energetic as she hopped off my legs.

London moved between my legs and sucked my cock into her mouth. She didn't even flinch. Rita knelt before Katie and started to clean up her holes, searching for my cum. The new position gave me an excellent vantage point of Kat and Jess sucking Jake's cock. They were loving it and gave him the full, most eager version of their incomparable blow job skills. It was obvious Jake loved it as much as they did. As London finished her work a few minutes later, Jake launched a huge load of cum all over Kat and Jess, their tongues outstretched and happily cheering him on. Rita was satisfied she had conducted a thorough search-and-rescue for cum inside Katie.

Kat and Jess shared a cum-filled kiss, then stood up and were whispering something to Jake as they let their hands run up and down his muscular chest. Rita ran a hand through London's hair.

"Good girl," she told her.

"I wonder where Riley and Henry have been," Katie said.

It was a good question and one that had been on all our minds, at least to some extent. I noticed more and more of the groupies they had been playing with show up in the regular party. Rita and I decided to take a lap to look for them. London looked at Rita like a puppy.

"I think someone is looking to be led," I whispered.

"Come on, Londy," Rita said. "Let's find your girlfriend and maybe I can introduce you to the stars of the night."

"That would be so cool!" London said.

We found Riley and Henry near the front door. It seemed like an odd situation, but we learned this is how it went. They were dressed again and signing autographs for the groupies. The worshiper fans -- the ones they had hand-picked -- were being rounded up and escorted off by security. I guess being pulled came with two-hour privileges or so. When it was done, the party caught its second wind.

Riley saw Rita and smiled. She beckoned us over.

"Oh my god, girl," she said, giving Rita a hug and not batting an eye that she was naked. "I need cocaine like yesterday."

"Well, sweetie, let's go indulge," Rita said.

"Hell yeah," Riley agreed.

Then she saw London.

"Wait, are you one of Henry's?" Riley said, and it was impossible not to hear the spite in her voice.

"Uh, what?" London asked, visibly uncomfortable.

"Oh, no," Rita interjected. "She was with the other groupies."

I noticed she put a little extra emphasis on "groupies," which did nothing to boost London's confidence.

"Oh, okay then," Riley said. Her expression softened. "You want to hit the blow, too?"

"Sure," London said, trying to be casual.

The taut, nubile cheerleader looked good, even when the confidence had been knocked from her sail. And it wasn't lost on Henry.

"How is it tonight, man?" Henry asked me, putting an arm around my shoulder as the five of us walked over to the bar.

"Kind of surreal, I have to admit," I said. "Maybe not exactly what I was picturing. But, also, the only thing I can really relate it to is the Hollywood parties we've been to or our swingers' parties."

"Yeah, it's different from that, man," Henry said. "You get the interjection of the outside people, so you have to take these steps to not compromise... I don't know if secrecy is the right word, but you can't go totally no-holds-barred."

"There's still been an awful lot of fun," I said with a chuckle.

"We'll get this group moved out of here, politely of course, and some of the real fun can begin," he said.

It didn't take long for Henry's prediction to play out. And it became clear that the party up until that point had been positively tame.

* * *

"Is it bad if I say I want another booty bump?" Riley said.

Rita looked up from between Riley's thighs. Riley was laid out on a plush couch, her legs splayed on an ottoman. Rita was on the floor between the two pieces of furniture.

"Only if you give me one," she said, licking her lips.

"How was that one?" Riley asked.

"A lot," Rita said. "It tastes amazing."

"Can I try?" the popstar followed up.

Rita got on her knees and leaned forward. They kissed, Riley's tongue probing Rita's mouth aggressively.

"That's not bad," she said.

"I know it's weird how much I want cum," Rita said.

"It works out great," Riley said. "Because getting creampied is my favorite thing. I know it might seem so stupid, but the more guys who fuck me and cum inside me, the more I want it. I can't believe I wasted four loads of cum on my face tonight. I should have just taken them all inside. Fuck, it feels so good"

"No, I totally get it," Rita said. "I sometimes think I just live for cum."

Riley put her legs to either side of my wife and stood up. Rita followed suit. They walked into the bathroom, where a huge cocaine setup sat on the vanity.

"Seriously, sometimes I think I have a problem," Riley said. "It's just, I don't know, it's kind of the ultimate power, isn't it? A guy willing to cum inside you. It's the thing that gets me off the hardest. They could be married. Have a girlfriend. Whatever. But they're willing to shoot a load in me and potentially alter their life just for the chance to stick it in me. I know that's crazy."

"Trust me, girl," Rita said and gave her a warm smile. "That's such a powerful feeling. And you're basically the most powerful woman in the world."

Riley laughed.

"If I weren't famous, I think I'd have to do gangbang porn just to feel satiated," she joked.

"Bend over, sweetie," Rita said.

Rita administered a booty bump to Riley, who then returned the favor. It was almost four o'clock in the morning, but the party showed no sign of waning.

"I'm serious, I would let five more guys cum in me," Riley said.

"And I'd eat it all out of you," Rita said with a laugh.

"I can't get over how good that booty bump shit feels," Riley said, her words came rapid-fire, and she was just as bubbly as she had been on stage eight hours before. "I'm seriously wondering what it would feel like if I had one before a show."

"I can show you anytime you want," Rita said, licking her lips.

"I've got an idea," Riley said, her eyes turning wicked.

"What?" Rita asked, liking Riley's tone.

"We should ruin London's time with John," Riley said. "Tell him we need him. Before she cums."

"Oh, that's so cruel," Rita said with a laugh. "She's been so good and patient."

"But she's going to want to do anything we want even more if we ruin it for her," Riley said. "Trust me."

"What end result have you got in mind?" Rita asked.

"I want to make her a play thing," Riley said. "I want her to serve us with the glee of a little puppy dog. But she's got to lose that bitchy, cheerleader attitude."

"You really are honest about how you feel about cheerleaders in your music," Rita said.

"Yeah, but she's also so hot," Riley said. "Like, we should keep her around. I like her. But, I don't know, I have this thing with certain girls. I need to flex my dominance."

"I can understand that," Rita said. "You have to protect your territory."

"Exactly," Riley said.

"Let's do it," Rita said.

The bedroom where we were playing was spacious. It held two queen beds and had a sitting area with the sofa that Riley and Rita had been on before their excursion to the bathroom. On one of the queen beds, I was pile-driving London, one leg over her head and the other wrapped around her back. She had superb flexibility and a tight, squishing cunt. I was relishing it. It was like reliving my college days.

On the other queen bed, Henry was in a tangle of Katie and Jess. Jess was sucking his cock, while Katie was riding his face. The three of them had been going at it for more than an hour, and Henry had already given each girl a load of cum. They showed no signs of slowing down -- either the pace of the sex or their cocaine consumption, which they'd also amped up with some hits of molly.

"John, we need you," Riley said sharply, just as London's moans were starting to take on a shallow, rapid pattern that signaled her runway to orgasm.

"Right now," Rita added sweetly.

"Oh, fuck, no!" London cried desperately when I pulled out my cock and shoved her leg aside as I turned my attention to Rita and Riley.

"What is it, my love?" I asked Rita.

"Riley needs one more creampie," Rita said. "And we thought it was only fair that you give it to her because Henry has been playing with Jess and Katie for so long. It's kind of making her jealous."

I knew by her tone that she was joking, but her tone didn't betray that. London looked dejected.

"And, Londy?" Riley said, condescending. "Rita needs a rimjob. Be a good girl and tongue her sweet asshole."

Before she could protest, Riley climbed onto the bed where London had been laying, forcing her to nearly fall off of it. She got on her hands and knees, presenting herself to me doggy style, with her head facing Henry. Jess was riding his cock in reverse cowgirl now, and Katie was making out with him and talking dirty.

London rolled off the bed and stood up. Rita crooked a finger and beckoned her. When the cheerleader complied, and you could see her disappointment and reluctance, Rita smiled warmly at her. She walked up to the coed and kissed her gently, then whispered something that I couldn't hear. I noticed London nodding and giving a slight smile after Rita spoke, but then my attention was squarely on Riley. She was spread on the bed, waiting for me. She briefly looked over her shoulder and puckered her lips at me. They were still, improbably, as bright red as ever. It was as if she wore permanent lipstick.

Her cunt was soaking. It almost dropped strings of juice as the arousal visibly poured out of her. Her pussy was swollen after fucking as much as she had that night, and it was remarkable that she was still so wet. I was genuinely stunned at how much of a cock whore Riley had turned out to be. She had fucked at least twelve guys, by my count, and I was about to become thirteen. And it didn't seem to even register on her stamina. Her butterfly-shaped pussy lips were waiting for me, and I couldn't believe she wanted more in her pale pink flesh. Her asshole was an almost identical shade of pink, which made me wonder how frequently she bleached it.

"Come on, John," Riley urged me. "Show Henry how hard you can make me cum."

I smiled. This was preposterous. And great. I couldn't believe I was about to fuck one of the biggest popstars... ever. And she was begging for it. I took up position behind Riley and pressed my hands against her ass. Her skin was slick, and she smelled well-used. Yet her hunger for cock was unslaked. I opted for an unceremonious approach and simply pushed my shaft all the way inside her.