I leaned back contentedly against the supple leather of my Mercedes S-Class's driver's seat. The floral fragrance of the brunette hair bobbing up and down in my lap tickled my nose. I took a deep breath and kept a light pressure on the back of her neck. Jenny was a few years younger but a peer within my bank. She was a budding superstar. Her ability to suck cock had nothing to do with it. She earned her professional accolades on the merits. But we had worked on several projects together in the past five years and, despite being very happily married, enjoyed blowing off steam together sexually when stress began to take its toll."You are such a good cocksucker," I told her. She grunted in response, not taking her mouth off my shaft. We had done this enough that she knew I was close. She kept my cock deep in her throat and tongued the underside as my hips lifted forward. I ejaculated in her mouth, and she happily sucked down all my cum.I buckled my pants and let out a long sigh. "Thank

We touched down in LA, and Kat was brimming with excitement."I've got so much I want to show you!" she exclaimed.There was a limo waiting for us. It was LA. No excess was too great. There was another bottle of Dom in the car, and we were sipping on glasses by the time the driver loaded our luggage and whisked us away."Where are we staying?" Kat asked."Well, I know well enough that you love Beverly Hills," I said."The Beverly Wilshire?" she inquired.I held up my hands innocently. "Wait for the surprise," I said.Kat fed us each bumps of coke during the 45-minute drive. We finished the Champagne quickly. We groped each other. She talked excitedly about restaurants and then she said, "Oh my god! We have to call Kelly! We can at least have drinks! I want you to meet her!"I smiled, not because I knew what the next surprise was. I smiled because in this moment of honest excitement, Kat wanted to introduce me to a friend I knew was special to her. She cared about me.She was reaching

I woke up alone and slightly disoriented. The sun shone brightly into the guest house, and I regained my bearings. I got a glass of water and drained it quickly, then downed another. It was past 10 a.m. I had slept hard and felt refreshed. Benadryl and xanax always helped. I pulled on shorts and a t-shirt and went on the hunt for Kat.The first floor of Kelly's house was still fully lit up, empty Champagne bottles scattered, and the cocaine mountain a bit of a mess. There were no signs of life until I heard faint sounds coming from upstairs. I walked up the steps, and they became louder and unmistakable. The door to the master bedroom was open, and I hung back to watch the scene that greeted me.Kelly was on her hands and knees on the bed, with Bradley taking her from behind. She leaned over a small mirror and held a straw, waiting for the wave of Bradley's thrusts to die down so she could snort a line.Kat was being face-fucked by Mark, with her head over the edge of the bed, while J

"You're right," she said. "I should be showing off my other talents.""You're doing pretty well," I said. I loved seeing her creamy white ass push against me. Her asshole was bright pink, like her nipples."Come on, daddy," she said, changing tone. "Aren't you going to show a dirty little cheerleader how a real man fucks?""That's more like it," I said and gave her ass a hard spank. I adored how the white flesh instantly turned pink."If you knew what a slut I was," she said, "you'd spank me even harder."I obliged."Yes!" she screamed.I marveled at how sexy and lithe her body was."You want to share your expertise with me?" I slowed down and asked.She hopped off me and turned around with a grin."I think I like anal more than vaginal," she said. "It makes me cum harder.""There's something you should know," I said. "Anal is my expertise, too."April wasn't kidding. She had me sit on the sofa and simply straddled me and guided her asshole down over my cock. She swallowed me whole, w

It was that mutual declaration of love that led Kat and me to our, "Houston, we have a problem" moment. Where did we go from there? What did we mean by it? Our sexual chemistry was off the charts. Could we translate it to and sustain it in a real, traditional relationship? I was an avowed bachelor. Kat was a public figure, albeit a local one, with a sterling reputation. What would it look like for her to dump her rich, old Texas oil money boyfriend for a playboy banker? We also had to consider the fact that, when we were together, we burned the candle at both ends. We only knew one speed, and it was full-throttle. I couldn't keep it up without it having an effect on my professional life."We need to talk," I said to Kat one day when we met for lunch at my apartment, after we had returned to Houston from LA."I know," she said."I'm going to be honest," I began, "I feel like I'm losing a little bit of control here. I'm in deeper here than I ever thought I would be."She laughed lightly