Traffic Girl - Katie Ch. 04

Beyond the main house, Stephen had added a number of smaller accommodations since our previous visit. Before, when we celebrated Johnny and Shelly's wedding, guests outside the wedding party had to find accommodations at a nearby hotel. But now, there were two dozen cottages scattered across the property to hold guests. Officially, it allowed Stephen to generate income from renting out the ranch as a secluded resort. Unofficially, he confided in me, it allowed him to hold larger, more wild events. Our reception was one of the first significant trial runs for that, since the cottages had been completed only a couple months before.

Almost immediately after the second and third waves of guests had arrived, nobody noticed that Henry and Katie had snuck off on their own. Behind the main house, there were a half-dozen cottages that loosely surrounded the large pool area. Farther back on the property, near the stables, were another half-dozen cottages. Farther still, about a five-minute drive in one of the powerful Kawasaki Mules that were available to visitors, you reached the final cluster of cottages. They were by the lake at the rear of the ranch.

So while the Daydream pornstars filed into the house, and the Champagne flowed and cocaine flew up greedy nostrils, Henry and Katie were scurrying into the cottage farthest from the main house.

"You're crazy, you know that?" Katie said, laughing as followed Henry up the front steps.

He threw open the door and turned around.

"Come on," Henry said. "I've got a wedding present for you."

"And you hid it all the way out here?" Katie said.

The air inside the cottage was chilly, and her nipples hardened. She could almost hear her heartbeat, and she felt the steady rhythm of it between her legs.

"Yeah," Henry said, walking toward her.

He had shaved his cock and balls, and the thick member looked imposing. Katie licked her lips.

"Okay, what is it?" she said, her tone almost taunting.

"Something I know you've wanted since the first show of this tour," he said.

Katie looked at me with that crooked smile she would intentionally flash when she was turned on.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said.

Henry kept approaching, the distance between them almost completely eliminated.

"Yes, you do," he said in a low, authoritative voice.

Before she could respond, he put his left hand around her delicate neck and choked her. Hard. She tried to say something, but Henry's grip was too tight, even with his off hand. His eyes bored into hers, and he smiled wickedly. She watched as he raised his right hand high above them. It came down against her ass with a crack. Katie closed her eyes and almost crumpled against Henry's chest.

"You like it like Emily, don't you?" Henry said.

He phrased it like a question, but it wasn't one. Katie nodded.

"Did you tell Emily that you wanted me to fuck you like I fuck her?" he asked.

Katie nodded again.

"I like it rough," she said. Then she added, in a playful voice, "If you paid attention to me more outside of Riley's acoustic set, you might know that."

Henry grinned at her. But instead of replying, he lowered himself, scooped up Katie, and threw her over his shoulder.

"You're crazy!" Katie said through a fit of giggles.

Henry carried Katie to a round, four-top dining table and put her down on it. The wood surface was hard and cold. Katie spread her legs for Henry, and he stuffed two fingers in her snatch.

"Already wet, good," he said with satisfaction.

"I'm always wet," Katie said. "I'm horny all the time."

"Don't lie to me," Henry said.

"Okay," Katie said, rolling her eyes. "But I am."

Then she grunted and cursed as Henry entered her roughly with his coke-can-thick cock.

"You're fucking tight," he said.

"Every girl is going to feel tight with that thick fucking dick in her," she said.

Henry scowled at her, but he couldn't hide the eagerness in his eyes. His cock was coated in her arousal in two strokes, and he clenched his ass cheeks tightly each time he thrust into her. He fucked her powerfully, and she wrapped her legs around him.

"I thought you were going to be rough?" Katie taunted. "Slap my tits. Choke me. Come on, don't be a bitch about it."

She laughed merrily, and it spurred Henry on.

He grabbed one of her nipples, pinching it roughly and then twisting it harshly.

"Yeow!" Katie cried. "That's the spirit!"

"Fuck, you feel good," he said.

"Make this quick, stud," Katie said. "I want to get back to the party."

He smacked his right hand sharply across her tits.

"Yes!" Katie cried, so he did it again. She cried out again.

Henry moved his hand to her neck again, pressing against her windpipe forcefully, using the hard surface of the table to pin Katie's head in place. Then he leaned back, leveraging his body weight to choke her harder. She gasped, genuinely and involuntarily. She was barely getting any air. He fucked her hard and fast, and her pussy frothed a thick, white cream as he stretched her open.

"Fuck me," Katie mouthed silently to Henry.

"Motherfucker, you're so tight," he said. "Shit, I'm going to nut. Dammit!"

Katie started to see spots, and she realized she was about to pass out. Her thoughts couldn't focus on anything but the intense friction created by Henry's thick cock and the increasing fuzziness of her vision. She tried to gasp again but couldn't muster the strength. Just as she understood her increasing need for air, she felt an orgasm rip through her body. It was perhaps the most intense climax she had ever felt. It was as if she was floating while her clit exploded in pleasure. The same feeling receded and then built again, just as her vision almost completely blacked out. Her ears rang. Her body shook, and her eyelids fluttered, the whites of her eyes showing because they had rolled back in her head so far now. And then a pool of warmth spread inside her. She reveled in that familiar sensation of her pussy greedily milking cum out of a cock when she heard gasping. Her vision returned with surprising promptness, and she saw her chest heaving. Her breasts were pink from Henry's slapping, and her nipples were still achingly hard.

"Holy fuck," she heard her own voice say.

"Jesus, Katie," Henry said. "Did you pass out?"

"Almost," she answered groggily.

"I don't know what you were doing with your pussy there, but, fuck, I've never felt anything like that," he said, his voice lacking any of the confidence and power it had possessed just a few minutes before.

"What was I doing?" she said.

"Something crazy," he said. "Squeezing and, like, I don't know, pulsating. It made me totally lose control."

"I don't know," Katie said dreamily. "Maybe you'll have to choke me like that again to find out. That was so fucking intense. I've never gotten that close to passing out before."

"Have you tried?" Henry asked.

"There was a guy I used to fuck in college," she said. "He would get really aggressive with the choke. I loved it, but, you know, it's a little weird to ask a guy to do it. I mean, like, hey, do you mind choking me until it's lights out? I'm guessing guys would get weird about that."

Her body tingled, but it was starting to feel normal again. The thrill of the orgasm still resonated inside her.

"Whatever it was," Henry said and looked at Katie with an emotion that took her off-guard. "I wouldn't mind trying that again sometime."

Silence passed between them. Katie squirmed. The table was hard, and her skin stuck to it uncomfortably. A river of sperm started to leak out of her pussy. She had a moment of panic thinking about the marks Henry might have left on her neck. Henry himself had a look that mixed surprise and concern on his face. They probably should get back, they both thought independently.

Only twenty minutes had elapsed when Katie returned to the party. She looked around for John or Kat or Rita or Jess. She only saw Rita, who saw her and immediately gawked at her neck, then smiled and gave her a little wave. It was a gesture that seemed to say, I want to talk. Henry disappeared into the crowd, and Katie initially thought she should have said something to them. They hadn't said a word on the short drive in the Mule back to the main house. But she realized nothing needed to be said. What had transpired was natural, instinctive. They had clicked on a dark, necessary level. Talking about it didn't matter. Katie knew they had made a connection for a need they shared. They could talk about it next time. Because there also was no doubt there would be one.

* * *

"When are you going to make a little time for me?" Crystal said, pushing her body harder against me, pinning me against the bar.

"You're just trying to get close to the coke," I teased her.

"I'd rather do a line off your dick," she said, licking her lips.

She smiled, her dimples lighting up her face. Her eyes pleaded with me. Her pierced nipples crushed into my chest. Her lips shone with saliva. She retained that mixture of innocence and hooker-like desire that I simply couldn't resist.

"I'll make you a promise, Crystal," I said, touching her stomach with two fingers and letting them trail down toward her smooth pussy. "Before the sun comes up tomorrow, all three of your holes are going to be sore from my cock. Got it?"

"I'm going to hold you to that promise," she said. "Pinkie promise?"

"Pinkie promise," I said.

And she held out her pinkie. I grabbed it with mine and laughed. She pulled me to her and kissed me. She tasted like bubblegum and cocaine.

"Are you two going to be getting a room?" a voice came from behind us.

It was Rita. She stood there, smiling, looking radiant and triumphant. She licked her lips.

"How did I taste?" I asked, locking my eyes on hers.

"No one can match you, my dear husband," she said.

Crystal hugged her hello, and they kissed, which surprised me.

"You taste like cum," Crystal said.

"John's cum and Kayla's ass," Rita said with a laugh.

"Oh, fun!" Crystal said, clapping her hands lightly. "Do you guys wanna do some coke with me?"

"Hell yes!" Rita said.

Crystal slid her body along mine to access the bar. She was really pressuring me to fuck her, and, I had to admit, I wasn't living up to our free-use bargain lately. I'd make good on it. Crystal was much too fun a fuck toy not to. I let my hands roam over her ass and between her thighs while she snorted two big lines of coke. She smiled at me as she wiped her nose and sniffed. She handed the straw she used to Rita. Crystal took hold of my cock as I stepped back to give Rita space to sidle up to the bar. She hit the cocaine hard and fast, then added her hand to Crystal's in my crotch. I could feel my cock coming rapidly to life.

"Well, hey there!" Kayla said. "That was something else. Thank you, Rita."

She gave that sultry, innocent smile that had made her so deservedly famous.

"Hit this, girl," Rita said, passing her the straw. "And I'm going to apologize in advance, but I have to steal John away for a quick moment."

I looked at her quizzically. She winked, slipped her hand in mind, and pulled me toward the patio door.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I have a surprise for you," she said.

"Is it about what Steph and London are doing?" I inquired.

"Nope," she said, grinning. "Not yet."

Crystal pouted briefly, then smiled.

"Pinkie promise, John," she said and stuck out her tongue. "Don't forget."

"Trust me," I said, staring at her tits. "I won't."

Rita pulled me by the hand toward the patio.

"What's going on?" I asked as I tried to keep up with her.

We were just about to step off the pool deck area into the grass that led to the first ring of cottages when Rita stopped, causing me to bump into her. I put my arms around her.

"We are going to do something really, really fun," she said, speaking with her lips tantalizingly close to mine.

"You're not going to tell me?" I said. "Not even a hint?"

Rita smiled at me.

"You know how this works, baby," she said. "Do you ever give us hints?"

I had no response. She was right. And we resumed the brisk walk across the soft, cool grass toward the cottages. It became clear we were headed to the closest cottage. As we approached, I could hear the dull thump of music coming from inside. Rita knocked twice firmly before simply opening the door.

The cottages were designed like large hotel suites. They had large, open living areas with a full kitchen, living area, and small dining area. Most of them had one bedroom with a king bed. Others had a second bedroom that included two queens. It really was like a resort. This cottage had a two-bedroom floor plan.

When we walked inside, it took me only a moment to assess Rita's surprise, and I broke out into a broad grin. Immediately I was drawn to a familiar sight. Kat was bent over the kitchen counter, a glass straw steadied in her left nostril and the curve of her bubble butt inviting my gaze, as she closed her eyes and inhaled a fresh line of cocaine. Next to hear, eagerly looking on, was my first hint of the surprise. Nicole had perked up when I walked in the room, and her nipples hardened when she saw me. I knew I was in for an interesting interlude.

I started to realize just how interesting when I surveyed the room and saw the only two other people there with us were Bryce, the wide receiver and Nicole's boyfriend, and Ryan, the action movie star. Rita had gone up to Kat right away and held her hair to the side as she snorted a second line, but she looked straight at me. She wanted to watch as I surveyed the room and processed what was going to happen. She was so perceptive, her grin got bigger as she saw the hints of realization subtly cross my face. When my eyes settled back on her, my smile was as broad as hers. This was going to be fun.

I headed over to greet Bryce and Ryan. I didn't mind how much Kat liked both of them. I considered both of them great friends, and I enjoyed hanging out with them. They were good dudes, and when it came to the swapping side of things, they were also polite, mindful, and communicative. It was always seamless with them.

"What's up, my dudes?" I said with a laugh as we greeted each other with high fives.

None of us seemed to blink that we were all naked and about to embark on an intimate voyage with the girls in the room. We chatted a little bit, and there were a lot of laughs. There was also an anxious edge to it. In particular, I couldn't help but notice how Bryce drank in Kat's body. It had been a long time since they played together. And, as usual, Ryan loved to stare at Rita's tits. As I traced the paths of their eyes, I caught that Nicole was glued to me. Yeah, this was going to be fun.

"Sorry that you had an early exit this year," I said to Bryce. "Hell of a year for you, though."

"Thanks, bro," he said, pushing back his long, blonde surfer boy hair. "We'll get them next year. Happy for my boy Johnny, of course."

"Does it make you regret leaving Houston?" I asked.

"Hell no," he said immediately. "I got paid. I've got my girl with me. Vegas is my place. I've got a ring. I'm never going to regret living the good life, man."

"I hear that," I said.

"You guys want to hit some of that blow?" Ryan said.

"I'm ready to hit some ass," Bryce said.

"Me, too, brother," Ryan agreed.

We gravitated over to the counter where the girls stood. The three of them were chatting as the cocaine took hold of their bodies. Bryce wasn't shy about approaching Kat, and she needed no warming up to his advances. He put his arms around her waist, and she pulled them tighter around her while leaning her head back to greet him with a kiss. I helped myself to a couple lines of coke. The rush hit, and I was ready to get back into the world of sexual indulgence. Nicole and Rita kissing and fondling each other's tits. Ryan stared at them.

"What I wouldn't give for a few lines off those tits," he said absently.

"Daddy," Kat said, slipping between Bryce and Ryan to put a hand on my abs. "Rita had a fun idea. She thought you could pick whose dick goes where. You get anything you want. And you tell Brycey and Ryan what to do."

"You sure you don't have your own opinions about that?" I said.

"Of course I do, daddy," she said, batting her eyes, "but this makes the game more fun. Besides, I know I'm going to get all of you in both my holes." She shuddered at the thought. "That's why I'm so wet right now."

"Maybe you need a booty bump and my cock up your ass to start, so you have time to think about what's next," I said and kissed her.

"Daddy, don't fucking tease me," Kat said, pushing her body close to me.

"When have I ever teased you?" I asked innocently.

"Um, how about all those times in Vegas, for starters?" Kat said, deadpan.

"We should do that again," I said, letting my memories drift.

Kat surprised me with a soft kiss, just enough to bring me back to the present.

"Yes," she said. "But not now."

Then she paused briefly, and a familiar look lit up her eyes. She bit her bottom lip, and she spoke again.

"You know, daddy," she said, taking a step back toward me, "I have a wicked idea."

"Tell me," I said.

"What if you gave me a booty bump," she bit her lip again when she paused. "And then pushed the coke up my ass with your dick?"

"That sounds so fucking hot," I said.

"And maybe it would be hotter if I was doing another line off Bryce's dick at the same time?" she said.

I simply nodded.

"Did I hear my name?" Bryce said.

"You did," Kat said, reaching for his chest. "I was saying how nice it would be to do a fat line off your dick while John fucked me in the ass."

"Oh, yeah!" Bryce said. "I knew this would be my kind of party!"

"Does that mean I get to do a line off this stud's dick?" Nicole spoke up.

"Oh my gosh," Rita said, embarrassed. "We didn't give Nicole a proper introduction to Ryan! I'm so sorry!"

"I'm just kidding," Nicole said. "I'm Nicole."

She stuck out her hand, which seemed awkward. Ryan took it in his own large hand and yanked Nicole to him to hug her.

"I'm a hugger!" he said and laughed.

He wrapped his arms around, and it was clear just how much he dwarfed Nicole. Her thigh rubbed against his cock, and the familiar, lustful look took over her face.

"You can hug me with that unit anytime you want," she said.

"Well, if you're offering and your boyfriend is okay with it," Ryan said, flashing his boyish grin.

"Oh, I'm good with it, bro," Bryce said, peeling his attention away from Kat. "I've got to have someone to distract her while I'm, uh, busy."

"I'd love to do a line off you," Nicole said. "If you're ... up for it."

She stared at his cock.

"He has gorgeous abs," Rita chimed in. "I've test driven them a couple times."

"I can see that," Nicole said, running a flat palm over them. Ryan kept smiling. "But I was thinking more of a line off that dick. I can't remember seeing one this thick in a long time. A long time." She paused. "You know? I bet it's thick enough that you and I could each do a line off him at the same time, Rita."

"I haven't done that," Rita said, her voice trailing off.

"What better time than the present?" Nicole encouraged her.

"Yeah, Rita, come on," Ryan pleaded. "Maybe you'll take a test drive."

"Down boy," Rita teased. "Play by my rules or don't play at all. Still, I don't think one line could hurt."

"Yes, girl, that's the way to think," Nicole said happily.

We went to the second bedroom, which had two queen-sized beds in it. That would have to do. Nicole found the snuff box of cocaine and brought it over. Kat stroked Bryce's cock to full erection - not that it took much - and laid out a long, thin line across the entire, impressive length. She was poised with a glass straw ready to hit it, but she waited for me.