Traffic Girl - Rita Ch. 35

Author's Note: And we are headed back to Vegas for the first time in a long while! The next few chapters will be here. There will be some preliminaries to the football party and then an epic, debauched night of fun. Stay tuned!

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We arrived at Hobby Airport's general aviation terminal a few minutes before the party bus carrying the Infinity girls who were flying to Vegas for the weekend. Rita nearly fell down getting out of our car, as I increased the speed of the Lelo vibrator that was snuggly inside her pussy.

"You are such a fucker," she said through gritted teeth. "Why won't you let me cum?"

"Not yet," I said with the cocky grin that had remained on my face since we left home.

"This is so cruel," I said.

"No, it's not," I said. "I'm just edging you."

"You aren't," she said. "You're torturing me!"

I laughed and drank in the love that poured from her eyes toward me. I wanted Rita to go wild. I wanted our first trip to Vegas together to be unforgettable and take the heights of pleasure as we knew them to another level. The driver transferred our luggage to the plane, and Rita and I went ahead and boarded. We were greeted by the bubbly, professional flight attendant, Danielle, who had become our regular companion on private flights.

"Mr. Cameron," Danielle said as we entered the plane. "Mrs. Cameron, welcome aboard." Rita shot a look of surprise at me and smiled.

The Gulfstream was luxurious and comfortable. I directed Rita to two seats at the back, next to the long couch that took up much of one side of the plane. There were two more seats facing us and a table in between.

As Danielle brought us our first glasses of Champagne, leaving the bottle for us on the table, the party bus with six Infinity girls pulled up. Out piled Alix, Brittany, Nicole, Crystal, Gloria, and Katie. Jess had been coy when I asked why there were only six girls coming, instead of the usual eight, but I didn't press the issue. The escorts boarded the plane in a blur of yoga pants and sports bras, as if they had settled on that as a uniform. They chattered happily, exchanging hugs and greetings with Rita and me as they boarded and got comfortable on board. Danielle brought out more Champagne.

Katie and Crystal took the two seats across from us, and Katie immediately dumped out an eight-ball of cocaine onto the table. She pulled a razor blade from a very small, clutch-like bag. I noticed it had a light blue infinity symbol on it.

"Cute coke kit," I observed.

"Isn't it?" Katie said happily. "Jess got us each one!"

Of course she had. Jess was thoughtful and paid attention to details like that. Rita was about to say something, but I turned up the Lelo vibrator just enough to force her to swallow her words.

"Are you okay, Rita?" Crystal asked, chewing gum.

"Fine," Rita said in a desperate whisper.

I smiled. "Rita is just mad because I keep backing off the Bluetooth-controlled vibrator that's inside her when she gets close to cumming," I said.

"Are you serious?" Crystal asked.

"Bluetooth vibrator?" Katie said, chopping up the coke with the practiced hand of a true cokehead.

I turned my phone around to show off the interface.

"Jesus, that's cool," Katie said. Her hands flew, and she was already forming lines. Long, thick lines.

"No it's not," Rita said sarcastically. "It's a torture device. I just want to cum!"

"All in due time," I said and kissed Rita on the cheek.

"You deserve the first line, girl," Katie said and passed Rita a stainless steel straw.

Rita gladly accepted it and sniffed two of the dozen lines that Katie had covered the shiny, lacquered wood tabletop with.

"That's just going to make me more honey," Rita said with a laugh.

Katie did two lines and offered the straw to Crystal, who declined. Instead, she produced an identical straw of her own.

"I want to try mine!" she said enthusiastically.

She held it up, and we saw the straws had been engraved with each girl's name.

"Jess is so thoughtful," Rita marveled. "No detail goes overlooked."

With all the cocaine formed into a neat army of lines, Katie turned around and shouted to the others, "Refreshments are served!"

She and Crystal stood up so the other girls could come through to make short work of the coke. Alix and Brittany bent over to give me a good look down their deep cleavage while they hoovered up two lines each. Then Nicole and Gloria took their turns. In the interim, Katie and Crystal produced another baggie of coke and gave the other table in the cabin the same treatment, quickly covering it with lines. Danielle, our flight attendant, didn't bat an eye. She laid out a variety of snacks and kept the Champagne flowing, all with an unflappable smile on her face.

"Are you excited to go back to Vegas, Nicole?" Rita asked.

"So excited," Nicole said. Her nipples prominently pressed against her white sports bra. "My old boss wants to see me."

"Do you want to see him?" I asked.

"It's Vegas," she said, "and he has a great dick."

Rita laughed. "I guess in Vegas that's all the justification you need," she said.

"This is going to be wild," Nicole said, staring directly at me. "Trust me."

The flight was a giddy blur of alcohol and cocaine. Rita and I were feeling ethereal. We couldn't keep our hands to ourselves, but they weren't always only on one another. We had moved to the couch, and Crystal sat on my lap with Rita beside me. Katie was regaling us with a story about her spring break trip to Vegas, two years before.

"So, one night we went to the Thunder From Down Under show," Katie relayed. "I mean, we were all sorority girls and wanting to live it up, and we didn't know any better. But, oh my god, these guys were so fucking gorgeous.

"One of the girls with us was super well off and got us set up in the front row. It was so wild. We had been drinking and doing so much coke all day. It was aggressive. I guess I kept staring at one of the guys on stage, and he, like, came up to me during the show. Holy shit, he had this absolutely massive package. Like, even in his speedo? You could see how it was just coiled up.

"I was licking my lips and really didn't even realize it. So it surprised me when, toward the end of the show, this guy comes out and slips me a piece of paper with a phone number on it and tells me to text the guy if I want to have a drink."

"No way," Rita said. "You fucked the Thunder, didn't you?"

I had been keeping the vibrator at a steady state for a while, letting Rita feel it but not pushing her too close to the edge. As Katie told her story, I gradually upped the intensity.

"Oh, you bet your ass I did. I was such a slut about it, too. I texted him before the show ended. About a half-hour later, he texts me back with the name of a bar and the time. I met him there -- I didn't even bring a friend with me. We ordered one drink, and I hadn't even finished mine when I asked him if he wanted to get out of there and go fuck."

"That's so hot," Crystal said, moving her ass gently in my lap.

"And how was he?" Rita asked intently.

"A fucking animal," Katie said. "He was Australian. And, I mean, you know how it is when a guy is just so good looking? He had this chiseled face. Perfect hair. A perfect body with all the muscles. But, oh, fuck, my favorite muscle. His dick was huge. I couldn't walk right for two days after he was done with me."

"That sounds so hot," Crystal said. "I mean, you didn't even know him, and he just like picked you out of the crowd and was like, I'm gonna fuck you."

"Yeah," Katie said with a grin.

"I'm so wet right now," Crystal blurted out.

"This cruel fucker won't let me cum," Rita said with a frustrated laugh. I dialed back the Lelo.

Katie got up and did a couple more lines. Crystal followed suit. Rita kissed me.

"I don't know when you're going to stop teasing me," she whispered, "but I'm pretty sure, whenever you do, I'm just going to squirt right away."

"It'll be a while yet," I said and turned the vibrator off completely.

"Fuck," Rita said with frustration.

The flight was an exercise in good spirits and sexual tension. Rita moved around, talking to all the girls. She was like a den mother and cheerleader. She had gotten to know and liked all the girls who were on the trip. At one point, Rita was engrossed in conversation with Brittany and Alix. Katie and Crystal had their heads buried in the cocaine again.

Gloria had come to the couch and was nibbling my ear.

"Nicole tells me you have naughty Vegas stories with her," she said, her monumental tits poking against my chest.

Nicole sat next to me, grinning. Her mouth was slightly open, and I could see her tongue rubbing against the back of her teeth over and over. It was her nervous habit when she was coked up.

"We have had some times in Vegas," I said, nodding my head.

"Did you really cuck her husband, papi?" Gloria asked, her pillowy lips covering me in kisses.

"Ex-husband," Nicole corrected with a smile.

"I thoroughly cucked him," I said.

"In front of Kat, too," Nicole added.

Gloria raised her eyebrows.

"It was a particularly wild night," I said.

"When are you going to teach my fiance who really owns my holes, papi?" Gloria asked.

"I've told you, doll," I said, "you just name the time."

"He worships the ground I walk on," Gloria said, more for Nicole's benefit than mine. "He needs to really understand what a dirty slut I am."

"John is really good at it," Nicole said.

"Oh, I know," Gloria said. "He used to fuck me in front of my ex-husband all the time. But then I decided he didn't deserve to watch, so I would just go out with John and come home defiled."

"I didn't realize you had so much experience," Nicole said, looking at me with familiar lust.

"John used to make me save my ass for him," Gloria said, as she shifted her ass on my lap as she felt my erection poking against her. "That's the thing he likes the most, isn't it? You like owning a girl's ass."

I nodded gravely. It was true.

"Well, too bad, John," Nicole said, her confident flirtation returning. "Bryce likes my ass way too much for me to promise it to someone else exclusively."

"Totally understandable," I said. "You have a really nice ass."

Rita came over, smiling and high.

"What did I miss?" she asked.

"Oh, we're just talking about cuckolding," Gloria said, standing up. "How John is a pro at it."

"Really, John?" Rita said, batting her eyelashes. I had no secrets from her. She knew about my past Vegas romps. She knew about Gloria's ex-husband, as well as her desire to have me fuck her in front of her new fiance.

"What can I say," I said. "I'm an awful cad."

The plane began its descent into Las Vegas, and the cabin was overtaken by excitement. The buzz among the girls was tangible. They snorted up the final lines of cocaine and made sure to gum the remnants. I turned Rita's vibrator back on. She looked at me with a stare that could cut glass.

"There better be a fucking payoff for this, mister," she said.

"At some point," I said, increasing the speed and making her squirm in her seat as we touched down.

Our plane was greeted by two limos from Caesars Palace. Kat and Jess had arrived a couple hours before and checked into the villas. They texted Rita and me to let us know to put the girls in the two Manor Villas, while we should join them in the Claudius Villa. We polished off a bottle of Champagne in each limo on the short drive from the airport. The bellhops, drooling over the army of tight flesh that emerged from our cars, collected our luggage to send up, and we breezed past check-in straight to our villas.

The blondtourage -- Alix, Crystal, and Katie -- took one Manor Villa. Nicole, Gloria, and Brittany took the other. It was only 3:30 p.m. We agreed to meet for happy hour at 5:30 before doing a group dinner. Jess then mysteriously told everyone to reserve the balance of the evening for a surprise.

Rita and I went to the Claudius Villa, and it was every bit as opulent as the Mansion at MGM. The entryway was ornate and magnificent. Rita and I simply stopped in our tracks and admired it.

"This is stunning, baby," Rita said.

I took her hand as we gazed at the room together.

"Are you ever going to let me cum?" she asked. "I've been so wet, my thighs are going to start chafing."

"Your thighs don't rub together, darling," I noted.

"Okay," she said, "but could you please just take me to bed and attack me? It's starting to drive me insane." For the past hour, I'd left the Lelo on its lowest setting, just barely enough for her to feel.

Before I could respond, however, we heard something that sounded like a cry coming from deeper in the villa. We walked to the back of the villa, past the living room with the grand piano. I counted four bedrooms. The doors to the patio were open, but the patio felt more like another living room than anything else. It had a marble floor and was richly decorated. A large iron privacy shade kept prying eyes away, although the villa was also set back far enough from the rest of the property that it afforded plenty of discretion. I noticed that we had access to the Caesars pool directly from the room.

But then my eyes finally focused. Kat and Jess were sitting on the edge of a private swimming pool, passing a vape pen back and forth. As had long been their habit, they were matching bikinis in different colors. Rita and I turned to see what they were staring at. In front of the fire pit near the pool, there were two incredibly ripped, rock solid men. Their muscles strained. Between them, Kelly was being bounced back and forth like a pinball as they double-penetrated her. The cry we had heard had been her. She was screaming and moaning incoherently. Rita and I approach Kat and Jess from behind.

"Jesus, how much fun is she having?" Kat said with a touch of envy.

"This is the definition of being used like a rag doll," Jess said.

"Hi girls!" I interrupted.

They turned around.

"Daddy!" Kat cried and leaped up, nearly slipping on the marble floor because of her wet feet. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her body hard against mine.

She kissed me deeply hello, and I tasted a mixture of cocaine and marijuana in her mouth. Jess elbowed her way between us and gave me a long kiss with the same bitter, acrid taste in her mouth. She looked at me with familiar, wired eyes.

"I'm so ready to party," Jess said. "And I've got so much to fill you in on."

"This is so fucking sexy," Rita said, staring at Kelly. "Who are the guys?"

"They're a couple MMA fighters who are clients of hers," Kat said. "They happened to be in town for the right tomorrow night."

"And Kelly decided this would be an effective method of mourning," Jess added.

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

"Hear hear," Rita added.

"Why don't we give them some privacy," Jess suggested. "We've missed you both so much!"

The bellhop arrived with the luggage, and Rita smartly closed the curtains to the patio while the bags were delivered. Each girl had their own bedroom, but we congregated into one. I realized that I stood with my back to the bed and had three sexy, horny women staring at me.

"Did you really edge Rita with the Lelo all the way here?" Kat asked.

I nodded.

"You're such a bad boy, daddy," she said.

"You need to make her cum," Jess said. "No more teasing."

In a flash, my girlfriends were nude. Rita stalked toward me, sashaying her hips confidently. She pushed me onto the bed.

"Do you feel that?" she said, pushing her pubic mound against my crotch. The entire area was soaked with her slippery juices.

"Jesus," I breathed.

Rita stripped off my clothes and climbed on my cock. It was an effortless entry. She kept me pushed flat against the bed and rode my cock with vigor. Her pussy was gushing. Kat climbed on the bed and sat on my face.

"Eat me, daddy," she said.

Her pussy was fresh and sweet. I buried my face in her enthusiastically, indiscriminately alternating between licking her pussy and ass. Jess, never one to be left out, placed herself between my legs. She sucked my balls, drinking all the nectar flowing from Rita's cunt. She also rimmed Rita, burying her face in her ass and sending the weather girl into the stratosphere as she came.

Rita had been on the edge from the moment she took my cock inside her. By the time Jess began her oral ministrations, she exploded like a supernova. Within five minutes, Rita was squirting and having orgasms in rapid succession. She came four times, and then Kat came on my face. My body was covered in slick, sticky fluid from my girlfriends.

Seamlessly, after Kat came, she and Jess switched positions. Jess rode my face and was vigorous in grinding her pussy into my mouth. Rita seemed to be in a state of continuous orgasm. It was almost tantric. The bed was soaked from her squirting. My body was on fire. This was intense and beautiful. I couldn't contain myself and felt my balls tightening. Jess cried out and gushed her thick fluid into my mouth.

And then it stopped. I was almost seeing spots. Suddenly, the weight on my body lifted. There was moisture dripping down my chin and cheeks. My crotch felt cold. The room filled with giggling laughter.

"That's what you get for teasing me," Rita said.

"Now it's your turn, daddy," Kat said.

I regained my bearings and saw the nude trio standing before me at the end of the bed. They were smiling. Jess stood with her hands on her hips. She could barely contain her happiness.

"That'll teach you to edge us," she said. "Now, come on. I've got a surprise for you."

"Wait, I didn't cum," I said lamely, finally brushing the cobwebs from my head.

"I know," Jess said.

"That was the point," Kat said.

"We've got more important things to do right now," Rita said. "You won't want to miss it."