"I haven't had a dick this big in so fucking long," she panted. "I've just been so pent up. Oh my god. Oh my god. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. No one's made me cum like this since Jeremy. What are you doing to me? God I'm going to need you in my ass."I just enjoyed the view and the ride. She erupted, her body going taut and shuddering over and over. But she didn't stop riding. Not until she came three more times. We were drenched in sweat. She breathed heavily but retained the manic look in her eyes and an unnatural energy."I want to taste myself," she said as she licked and sucked my cock and balls. "That was so fucking hot. I thought only toys could make me cum like that."She took a firm grip of my cock and came up to kiss me. "Now we need to give you a turn, mister," she said. "The only question is, where do you want to put it?" She moved close to my face. She nibbled my ear. "You want my ass, don't you?"I whispered back to her, "Now it's my turn for a secret. I'm an exp
Kat and I had reached a dangerous turning point in our affair. Practical realities for both of us precluded debauched days like the one at the Marriott Marquis very often. Her work schedule was demanding, and she had a boyfriend to navigate. We started to broach the topic of how we could go places together without compromising her reputation. My work wouldn't tolerate slacking off, and the frequency of my 3 a.m. wake-up calls would take a toll. By nature, I was more of a night owl than a morning person. I'd rather stay out until 5 a.m., which I frequently did on my regular trips to Vegas, then wake up with the sunrise.While we worked on navigating those logistical barriers, we started to play games. Mostly over text. And that's when I began to realize the depth of potential we had, from a purely sexual adventure standpoint. What became clear was that we both liked to escalate, to increase the risk level. Kat hadn't been lying in that initial message to me where she proposed our affai
The five weeks leading up to my Vegas getaway with Kat seemed interminable, despite our best efforts to ramp up our fun at home in Houston. We both felt silly that it had taken so long to come up with the idea, but she started coming to my apartment for lunch once a week, after she was done with work for the day. I'd cook something for her, and we'd have a quickie. If I was running behind, she would pick up something or cook and let herself in with the key I'd given her.Once, two weeks before our trip, I was having a particularly stressful day at work. I needed my lunch time escape with Kat, but I didn't have much time. Having a five-minute commute to the office had its benefits, and on that day I wanted to take advantage of it. She texted me to ask if we were still on for lunch. I said the day was not going as planned but that I needed to see her.Kat must have been nervous at my response because she did something that was very rare. She called."Hey," I said, answering on the app.
The interminable wait was over. Kat and I were Vegas-bound. That Thursday evening, her boyfriend had left for drinks, dinner, and more drinks in New Orleans, so Kat had done her goodnight call just before I arrived for a quickie while we waited for the Uber."I want you to feel the cum flowing out of you the whole flight," I had told her as I bent her over the kitchen counter, shoved aside her thong, and thrust inside. I finished fast, but we still kept the driver waiting a few minutes. We looked guilty as he loaded up our bags and took us to IAH.We were handsy in the car. I dressed up a bit to travel. Jeans, a button down, and a blazer. Kat wore a surprisingly lightweight dress, but temperatures in both Houston and Vegas were warm. We also wanted to see if we could play on the airplane. Kat nestled up to me."I want to hear more of your wild Vegas shit," she said. It wasn't accusatory. Just her normal tone. She wanted storytime."You sure you want to know?" I asked."Of course," she
In the room, I produced a swollen baggie of cocaine and handed it to Kat. "I'll let you do the honors," I said."Holy shit, babe," she said. "How much is this?""Um, it should be 10 grams," I said. "Two of us, 48 hours... figured that would be enough."Kat already was crushing and chopping four generous lines. She took a tiny bit on her finger nail and took a test sniff. "Oh fuck," she said. "It's good." She offered me a nailful. I obliged. It was good quality."I've known this guy for several years," I said. "Discreet and high purity. Expensive, but that's what you've got to do in Vegas if you don't want baking soda.""Do you have a bill, babe?" Kat asked. "I didn't bring my kit to the airport."I smiled. "And now for the first of my weekend surprises for you, darling," I said.I gave her a small box I had been holding. She unwrapped it. Inside were a snuff bullet, waterproof vial with a small spoon attached to the cap, and a glass straw."Your very own Vegas weekend coke kit," I sai
The couple were Jason and Laurie, in Vegas from LA celebrating their fifth wedding anniversary. They were lively but chill. We polished off the two open bottles of Dom, when Caitlyn and Juliana arrived with two magnums and the round of shots. The vial and bullet were just sitting in the middle of the table. They opened the bubbles and passed out the shots. We all clinked glasses and pounded them back.Caitlyn nibbled my ear and asked for some coke. I told her and Juliana they were welcome to the goodies. They indulged and disappeared. My head was swimming a bit, and Kat and I shared hits from the bullet. This was the Vegas I loved. Total debauchery, ramping up from every direction. I ignored our guests and took Kat back to the dance floor.When we returned, Jason was making out with one of the coeds, while Laurie made out with the other. Caitlyn and Juliana hit the coke bullet, which we had left behind. Kat and I laughed. "Look at the monster we've created!" she exclaimed.Kat and I g
I woke up with a fuzzy head to a familiar sensation I couldn't place. The fog in my brain lifted as I saw Kat's head bobbing up and down on my cock. I shook off lingering sleep and said, "Well, if this isn't the nicest way to wake up, I'd like to find out what is."She took her mouth off my cock with a pop. "I'm so fucking horny," she said. "You got me so worked up last night, baby." Her eyes betrayed that she'd already hit the stash that morning."What time is it?" I said, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes."A little before 8," she said. As I took stock of my body, Kat renewed her loving assault on my cock. I felt pretty good as I woke up. My head wasn't pounding. The xanax we had taken and the water we had drunk before bed helped a lot with the comedown. I let my fingers wander through Kat's hair as she sucked, then started rocking my hips up a bit to force myself deeper down her throat.She removed her mouth again and said, "I'm not going to lie, I did a couple lines as soon as I wo
"I'm going to pamper you," she said. She washed me, then herself. She paid particular attention to my cock, balls, and ass. She nibbled my ears and whispered, "Just trust me with this, okay?"I nodded. She brought us towels, then told me to bend over on the edge of the bed. This felt oddly submissive to me, yet how many hundreds of times had I told women to do the same? She spread my cheeks and lightly rimmed my asshole with her tongue."Did you know Kitty Kat is a dirty ass-eating slut, too?" she said."No," I said.I felt Kat move away from me, then heard a long inhale as she snorted more coke. I felt her kneel behind me."It'll feel like a little bit of pressure, baby," she said, "but just try to relax."She pressed a finger up my ass, then pushed gradually deeper by moving it in a circular motion. And, as she did so, an incredible fire overtook me. The coke. She had put coke in me."Holy shit," I said. "You weren't lying. That's... so fucking intense.""I told you," she said. "It'