Traffic Girl - Katie Ch. 03

Wordlessly, we made our way up the walkway between the houses. We walked into the second house and were blasted by a wave of marijuana smoke, loud rock music, and Henry holding court. He had a cocaine straw in his hand, which moved around wildly because he gesticulated while he told a story. His audience included Katie, Jess, a few of the pro athletes who had shown up, the wives of the studio executives, and two very beautiful actresses who were about Juliet's age but whose stars hadn't shined as brightly.

The group laughed wrapped up whatever yarn he spun, and then he bent down and polished off two lines of cocaine in dramatic fashion. A loose line formed behind him, as three revelers at a time stepped up to refresh their highs. Katie and Jess were in the first wave, and I noticed one of the athletes, who I recognized as a baseball player, had his hand on Jess's ass.

Katie saw Kat and me as she checked her nose for lingering flecks of coke and made a beeline straight toward us.

"Holy shit, how amazing is this whole vibe?" Katie gushed.

"The best," Kat said. "Jess is the queen."

"Seriously," I agreed.

"I mean, think about it," Kat continued. "She is going to have the best escort service, porn company, and swingers club in LA. Are you kidding me?"

"What have you two been getting into?" Katie asked.

"More like who's been getting into me," Kat said.

"Ohhh, you have to tell me," Katie said, moving close to her fellow wife.

"Ryan and that guy Chris," Kat said. "Oh my god, I was so stretched out. But they came so fast."

"You weren't there, daddy?" Katie asked.

"I may have been with Riley at the time," I confessed.

"No way, that's so hot," Katie said. "Yourself?"

I nodded.

"Lucky duck," Katie said. "She normally doesn't do one-on-one except with Henry."

"So I'm told," I said with a smile.

Jess came over and joined us, which surprised me given the obvious intentions of the pro ball player that had been fondling her.

"Hi, darling!" she said and kissed me.

"It seems like Hollywood & Vine is a hit," I said and kissed her back.

"We'll see," she said. "There's a long way to go. We're only a couple hours in!"

"I sort of thought you were ready to take a victory lap, given the baseball player's interest," I said.

"Maybe later," she said. "I told him. I've got work to do. I'm trying not to stay in one place too long."

"Well, if you feel the need to hop around, you can go check in on the orgy in the other house," I said.

"Really?" Jess said, her eyes lighting up.

"Really," I confirmed.

"That's perfect!" she said, clapping her hands together lightly. "Okay, I'll see you all in a little bit."

And, like that, she was off, so I turned my attention back to Kat and Katie, who were sizing up the men in the room.

"Looking for your next victims?" I teased.

"I think we found him," Katie said and ran a hand over my naked chest.

"I figured you girls would want to sample some of the newbies," I said.

"We didn't say it would be just the three of us, daddy," Kat said.

"Yeah," Katie agreed. "And since Kat always seems to want two dicks at once now, we have to find a third."

"And I was just telling Katie that it wouldn't be fair not to see if that adorable little brunette over there didn't want to join us," Kat added.

I saw the girl they were talking about. She was one of the actresses, and she had just finished her first starring role after a handful of well-regarded smaller roles in movies. I'd seen her a couple times at Petey's office, and I didn't think she would splurge for a membership in the club on her own, so I deduced she must be the guest of someone I hadn't seen yet. She had just finished doing two lines and looked around the room, like she was a little lost. Her starlet companion had become the focus of the baseball player's attention after Jess had left. Lucky for her, however, Katie was right there to pick her up, literally and figuratively.

Katie didn't beat around the bush. She said a few words, the girl nodded, and within a minute, she had joined our little circle.

"John, Kat, this is Abbie," Katie said. "Abbie, this is my husband, John, and our wife, Kat."

Abbie blinked for a second but then just rolled with it.

"Hi, Abbie," she said sweetly, giving a little wave. She wore the same style of flapper dress that every female at the party did. "So how many wives do you have, John?"

"Four," I said and smiled.

"Jesus," Abbie said. "I was kind of joking, but okay. Cool. I mean, I get it. It's Hollywood. Nothing is traditional."

"I couldn't agree more," Kat said.

"Daddy, be a dear and get us some Champagne?" Katie asked.

I slipped away and was back in just a few minutes with four full glasses. When I got back, the baseball player and the other actress had joined the circle. We chatted for a few minutes, just as a bit of an icebreaker, and I could sense Kat and Katie were anxious to go play. They were about to say something when a commotion drew our attention.

Behind us, coming through the French doors from the patio like a force of nature, was the lead singer of one of my favorite rock bands. I hadn't even realized he was a member, but then I remembered Jess had kept a few names from me. She wanted some surprises. This had to be one of them. This guy was legendary. He had never stopped partying hard, and he had found the lyrical skill again in his forties that had made him a rock god in his twenties. He had put his original band's lineup back together five years ago, and they were bigger than ever. He had a reputation for indulgence that allegedly put Motley Crue to shame, and some people equated him to a next-generation Ozzy Osbourne. He was average height, maybe five-ten on a good day when he wore his tall boots, and still wore the open-shirt, leather pants look he had been famous for. He pulled it off.

When we got over the initial shock of his entrance, I noticed Katie staring at him. I knew that look. He surveyed the room and took a pull from the bottle of eighteen-year-old Scotch he carried -- I guess the rock and roll lifestyle got elevated at a certain point from his youth, when he favored Jack Daniels.

"What's going on in here?" he shouted, as if he was warming up an audience at the start of a show. "Let's fucking party!"

For the briefest of moments, it seemed like everyone in the room was paralyzed. Except Katie. Sweet, shy, demur Katie. Except that girl had disappeared. Because my wife Katie walked over to the rock star, her tits about to fall out of her dress, and licked her lips before she spoke to him.

"I love to party," she said. "And, well, this is so embarrassing because I'm sure you hear it from girls all the time, but if you want to go do some lines with me, I'll let you stick it in any hole you want."

"That's what I'm fucking talking about," he said, looking her up and down. "That's fucking rock-and-roll right there!"

Katie turned around. She was blushing. But she signaled us with her eyes to follow her.

"Come on," she said.

"Yeah, let's go find somewhere to get comfortable," he said.

"And you can pick if you want to do a line off my tits or my ass," Katie said.

Kat squeezed my hand and gave me a meaningful look as our small group followed her. She couldn't believe it, either. This was a new Katie. She led the rocker upstairs, and the three of us. I looked back, wondering if the baseball player and two actresses would join us, but he had pushed the two girls over to the cocaine again. So the four of us went on our way. The big bedroom at the rear of the house was unoccupied. As soon as we entered, Katie went to the tablet and set in motion the conversion of the coffee table into a cocaine tray.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" the rockstar said. "That's fucking badass!"

The guy had seemingly unlimited energy. He and Katie kneeled down immediately. Watching them was like watching two people in a race to hoover up as much coke as they could, as fast as they could. He finished first, and he slipped a hand inside Katie's top, pulling out one of her tits as she finished inhaling a third line.

Kat had pulled me close to her, kissing me.

"I can't believe Katie," she said. "She's totally come out of her shell, and I like it. She's always been fun, but this is so much fun."

"So much fun," I reiterated and let my fingers wind down toward her pussy.

"I want a second dick, daddy," Kat said.

"That is your addiction, Kitty Kat, isn't it?" I said.

"It is, it really is," she said with a plaintive whine in her voice.

We kissed again, and Kat ground my crotch against her belly. I hardened at her touch, and I was about to pick her up and pile-drive her onto the bed, when we heard something behind us.

"There you are!" Jason said.

He tumbled into the room enthusiastically and embraced me in an intoxicated hug.

"And Kat! Perfect!" he said excitedly. "I was just telling them about booty bumps!"

He gestured behind him, and we saw two new faces. One was the female studio executive, who was a member, along with the wife of one of the other studio heads. Then there was a tall, younger male standing behind them, and he looked like he had been cut out of central casting.

"Oh, shit, yeah," Jason said, "Margot and Amanda and Shaun, this is John and Kat. Guys, this is Margot, who you probably know, and Amanda who's married to you-know-who, and Shaun is ..."

Margot cut off Jason and said, "Shaun is my boy toy. Isn't he gorgeous? He's a Calvin Klein model, he's not gay, and he's got eight inches that loves to pillage married cougars. Is that about right?"

Shaun ran a hand through his wet-looking hair and gave a cocky grin. I took that as an affirmative answer.

"Anyway, I was just telling them about booty bumps, and Amanda said there was no way you could do it," Jason continued.

"I don't believe it," Amanda confirmed.

"Oh, sweetie," Kat said, excited, "trust me. You will believe it. Come on in."

The new arrivals glanced toward the bed, where Katie and the rock star had migrated after polishing off their fill of coke. The rocker sat on the bed, and Katie kneeled in front of him, sucking his cock with gusto and making a show out of it, intentionally gagging and letting streams of spit trickle down her chin.

Jason and his new friends passed the door's threshold and crowded around the coffee table. Kat took charge of the scene. I sized up the two new females, who were both petite and elegant. Margot perhaps had a harder edge to her, the scars of work, but Amanda looked every bit the part of the trophy wife she was. Margot was raven-haired, with hypnotic green eyes, and a tiny, natural body. No wonder people called her the Black Widow -- but not to her face. Amanda was blonde, blue-eyed, and had beautifully perky enhanced breasts.

"Okay, ladies, those dresses have got to go," Kat said. "Are you joining, too, Shaun?"

Her eyes danced, and she looked very hopeful that the hard-bodied stud would say yes.

"Oh, I'm just a curious observer," Shaun said with a chuckle. "I've about hit my coke limit for the moment."

"There's a limit?" Amanda said, and we laughed.

In the background, Katie continued to gag on the rockstar's cock.

Margot hadn't hesitated to let her dress drop to the floor, and Amanda followed suit. I was impressed that neither of them wore anything underneath.

"You two are exquisite," Kat said, sincerely. "Oh my god, seriously."

Amanda put a hand on her hip and drank in the compliment from the younger woman, but Margot looked slightly embarrassed. She was out of her element, or maybe that was just her tough-as-nails reputation getting in the way.

Shaun walked over by me and leaned his head in.

"Can you believe this shit?" he said.

"Oh, I can, trust me," I said with a chuckle. "It's a lot of fun, too."

"You've tried it?" he said.

"Fuck yeah," I said. "We do it all the time."

"Shit," he said.

Kat kneeled before the coffee table, filling a straw with blow. Amanda had followed Kat's instruction and bent down, spreading the cheeks on her tiny ass.

"It'll feel a touch cold," Kat said, "and then you'll thank me in about ten seconds."

She laughed as she put the straw into place. It disappeared up Amanda's crinkled, brown asshole.

"Oh, my," Amanda said when she felt the cool crystal touch her.

Kat gave an audible puff, pulled out the straw, and waited for a couple seconds.

"Holy," Amanda said, arching her back high, which gave us a great look at her exquisite breasts. "Holy shit. Oh, wow!"

She turned around with a new, fiery look in her eyes. She walked over to Shaun and kissed him, then pulled back and sized me up.

"Are you available, too?" she asked.

"That depends on what my wife says," I said. "But she's a little busy."

"Oh, is that her?" Amanda asked, glancing at Katie, whose head still bobbed up and down.

"Her," I said. "And her." I pointed to Kat.

"Both?" Amanda said, a hint of incredulousness in her voice.

"And two more," I said, matching the cocky attitude I had sensed from Shaun earlier.

"Jesus, you have your hands full," Amanda said.

"I'm like an octopus," I said.

She was going to say something, but Margot's reaction to her booty bump hijacked our attention.

"Okay, I was wrong," Margot said. "That's the most satisfying rush I've ever experienced. My lord."

Her hard exterior had softened. Her small breasts sagged but were topped by hard, crinkled, broad nipples. She had a full, black bush of pubic hair.

"Amanda, you really do need to let me show you what Shaun can do," Margot said. "He's more than just a pretty thing to look at. You could join us, too, Kat."

"That's so kind," Kat said, and she made a point to look Shaun up and down and lick her lips. "But I've got a prior commitment that will fill me in, I'm afraid."

"Next time," Amanda said, hooking her arm into Shaun's. "I'm ready to get started!"

"You are a treasure, Kat," Margot said. "That's the neatest little trick."

"And no stuffy nose or drip!" Kat said enthusiastically.

The two cougars disappeared with Shaun. Jason had retreated to the coffee table and hit two quick bumps of coke. He looked a little disappointed, but he wouldn't be for long.

"Well, that was fun!" Kat said.

"It was ... interesting," Jason said.

His eyes darted over to the bed, where Katie was now straddling the rockstar. He remained at the edge of the bed and had simply impaled Katie on his cock, holding her up by the waist and bouncing her up and down.

"Aw, don't be sad," Kat said. "I know you might have had a plan there, but I might have something more fun for you."

Instead of letting him reply, Kat strode over to my best friend and kissed him.

"I was just telling John that I needed a second dick," she said. "Do you want to play?"

"The three of us?" Jason said.

"Well, duh," Kat said. "And who knows what will happen there."

She gave a little nod toward Katie and her new lover.

"What gift are you giving me?" Jason asked, a touch of worship in his voice and on his face.

Kat stepped close to me and put her hand on my cock.

"Daddy is going to get my ass," she said, never breaking eye contact with me. "But if you lie down on that bed, I'll let you fuck my tight little cunt."

I had seen the Kitty Kat look a thousand times before from Kat, and it was burning brightly now. Jason responded to her words by veritably skipping onto the bed like a horny teenager. He had been shirtless and now shucked off his pants, tossing them onto the floor. Kat kissed me before sauntering over to him. She was disciplined and in control. Jason was stroking his cock, eager to get hard, but Kat climbed onto the bed and took him in her mouth to hasten the process.

While she did, I glanced over at Katie. She saw me and shot me a look of bare recognition. The full force of the huge amount of coke she had snorted with the rockstar had hit her. Her pupils were pinpricks. Her body, a temple to lust, was fueled by the drug. She rode him and smiled vaguely when she saw me. That's when one thing stood out to me. She wasn't moaning. She hadn't cum. I took a couple steps closer to Kat, admiring her beautiful ass as she worked to get my best friend hard, and I realized why Katie wasn't moaning. The rockstar, as energetic and he was humping her, wasn't hard. He had coke dick, and it seemed like Katie was just going with it, or she was so high herself she didn't really care.

"There you are," Kat said, bringing me back to what required my immediate attention. "Nice and hard. Am I tight?"

"So fucking tight, Kat," Jason said.

She had climbed on his cock and shimmied from side to side, settling onto it and burying it until her wet lips pressed against the base of his shaft.

"Are you ready, daddy?" Kat said, looking over at me. "My asshole is all ready for you."

I got on the bed, my cock ready after all the visual stimulation the scene gave me. Katie giving herself to one of the truest, hardest rockers on the planet. Kat with a pussy full of my best friend's cock. And her ass spread wide, waiting for me. It might have been my favorite hole on the planet. As I lined up my member with Kat's crinkled asshole, I saw the sheen of pussy juice that had covered it, so I didn't bother to spit on my cock at all. I just sunk it in her tight rear entrance.

"Oh, my god, daddy," Kat said. "That might be my favorite thing ever. Fuck. Yes."

Jason sat passively, letting Kat and me set the tone of the coupling. His legs were spread wide and bent up at the knees. I was comfortably between them, and I drove like a pile-driver into Kat's ass. Jason played with her tits, tweaking her sensitive, pierced nipples. I watched the skin of her tight anus grip my cock as I plowed in and out. Kat started to move forward and back at a great clip, too, and Jason finally raised his hips to go in and out of her pussy. It was a surprisingly natural movement.

"You're fucking tight, Kitty Kat," I growled.

"This is my favorite," she said. "Both my holes getting filled by my two favorite boys."

"I love your fucking pussy," Jason said.

"Don't you love Crystal's pussy?" Kat teased.

Jason laughed.

"I can love a lot of pussy," he said. "She knows I love yours. I just love hers a little more."

Kat gave a little laugh and craned her neck around to kiss me.

Next to us, the rockstar had dropped Katie on the bed. His cock was totally flaccid. He spread her legs and dove between them, burying his tongue up her cunt, and Katie finally let out a long, happy moan. The five of us continued on, now filling the room with an increasing chorus of sexual ecstasy. Kat came twice, almost simultaneously. She later claimed she had a vaginal orgasm just before an anal orgasm and that it was the most intense climax she'd ever experienced.

Katie came twice on the rockstar's tongue, and then they went back to the coffee table to reload on blow. After they did, both of them looking like coked out messes, he pushed Katie to the floor again, but this time turned around and bent over the bed. He had him rim her and jerk him off from behind, which my wife did with incredible enthusiasm. She was delirious, living a sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll dream. It was a high all its own.

At the same time, Jason and I kept up an increasingly fast rhythm in our double penetration of Kat. I lost track of how many times she came, but I knew one thing. I was getting close. And just as I was about to announce it, Jason beat me to it.

"I'm gonna fucking cum!" he said.

A minute later, a cacophony of orgasmic groans filled the room, and Kat's pussy and ass welcomed a double dose of sperm. I pulled my cock out of her ass, covered in her juices and my cum. Kat slowly rolled off to the side, leaving Jason's wet, milky cock pointing up as it softened. Kat was breathing hard and lifted her head. She realized her feet were inches from the rockstar, whose cock had finally become erect as Katie continued to rim him and jerk his shaft and balls.