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Traffic Girl: Stephanie, Ch. 2

Author's Note: And here we are with Chapter 2. John and Kat jet off to New York City. It's been a while since we've been there. My goal with these opening chapters is to frame how the group will be moving forward.

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Maybe it was silly to fly the 737 all the way to New York City just for the two of us, but what was the point of the jet if we didn't use it? Kat and I requested a scaled-down flight crew, and Zoe was the only flight attendant who accompanied us. She had quickly become the favorite among travelers on the 737 for her relentless dedication to service. She was so popular that she started working parties at Hollywood & Vine, too, and I was always glad to see the bubbly brunette.

"I can't believe that watching me kiss Zoe wasn't enough to make you give in," Kat said when our personal concierge had left us in our suite at the Mandarin Oriental.

The view of Central Park was breathtaking through the massive windows, giving us an unencumbered view of the gloriously sunny day. Fifty floors up, it didn't look like the bitingly cold day it was outside.

"I thought I was just getting your opinion on whether Zoe is a good kisser," I said, pulling Kat to me, my hands around her waist.Traffic Girl: Stephanie, Ch. 2 фото

We stood in front of the north-facing window, and the afternoon sun had started to come off its noontime peak, bathing the room in light. Kat gazed up at me, her smile a brilliant white, and her face awash in happiness.

"Enough of the teasing, daddy," Kat said, pushing her body flush with mine. "You've made my panties a soaked mess. I want my reward for being such a good girl."

"What if it isn't time for your reward yet?" I asked before pressing my lips to hers.

Our tongues danced, and I pushed my hand down the front of her tight jeans. She wasn't lying. Her pussy was sopping wet. And so, so smooth. When my fingers grazed her hard, protruding clit, her knees buckled.

"Daddy, you fucking tease," Kat breathed.

"We should change," I suggested. "There's somewhere I wanted to take you for happy hour before dinner."

"I don't want to leave this suite," she said. "It's glorious."

It was a standout hotel room. We stood next to the floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over Central Park, between the dining room and the living room. The dining table was beautifully lacquered and sparklingly clean. Two plush blue sofas faced one another with a gleaming, polished, mid-century modern coffee table in between that was made to cut lines on. The suite also contained a separate study, with a large desk but also a comfortable sofa and glass coffee table. The bedroom had an obscenely comfortable king bed, along with an expansive bathroom that was done in black marble. In short, it was easy to see the appeal in Kat's sentiment. There really was no reason to leave the suite. They would bring us any food we wanted, from any restaurant. We could spend the next two days in those comfortable confines. But I wanted to take Kat out on the town first.

"I want to show you off, Kitty Kat," I said, pressing my lips to hers again.

She pulled back then tugged on my hand, taking my sticky fingers in her mouth and lewdly licking them clean.

"But I want you to take all my holes and treat me like the horny little cumslut I am," she pouted.

I kissed her one more time. For a long time. When we finally drew back, I said, "I'm going to get you dressed now, and I'm going to take you out, my beautiful wife. But maybe I'll give you a little relief before we go."

"Please, daddy," she pleaded.

Our fingers intertwined, and I led Kat to the bedroom. She pulled off her shirt and flung herself onto the bed. She pulled off her jeans and panties in a single motion, leaving her naked, with legs splayed. The glistening mound between her legs looked like it was quivering, Kat was so desperate to get fucked. I disappeared into the closet, appearing moments later with the outfit the hotel's personal shopper had delivered for me as requested.

"As good as you look naked, my love," I said, reappearing holding a stunning but totally impractical dazzling net embroidery dress in shimmering white by Brunello Cucinelli and a contrasting pair of jet black lambskin boots from Bottega Veneta. "I am dreaming of showing you off in this tonight."

"Daddy, oh my god!" Kat exclaimed, shooting upright. "That is stunning!"

The silk and linen fabric and open-knit structure of the dress wouldn't do anything to keep her warm in the New York winter, but neither of us cared. I knew it would be made for her body. But before I let her try it on, I had one last gasp of teasing to put her through.

"You deserve it," I said, laying the dress across one side of the bed, then putting the boots on the floor below it.

Then I stepped toward Kat, closing the distance between us until she had no choice but to back into the end of the bed, her hair cascading over the dress as she fell backward. I got on my knees and lightly kissed her inner thighs. The scent of her aroused pussy was absolutely addictive.

"Yes, daddy," she sighed, thinking she was about to claim victory. "You know exactly what your Kitty Kat needs."

"I do," I said cockily, tracing little kisses around her vulva, then moving up her abdomen.

I gave her belly button a light lick as I stood up again and kissed my way to her nipples. The diamond-studded piercings holding her rock hard pencil erasers in place. I kissed her neck gently as her hands hungrily reached for my jeans, undid my belt buckle, and pulled down my thigh. I stood up just enough to wiggle them down my hips, and my erect cock sprang free.

"That's what I want, daddy," she said, grabbing the hot, throbbing erection in her delicate hand.

"I know," I whispered in her ear as I plunged my cock into her.

"Yes!" she cried out loudly and triumphantly.

I held my cock inside her for a moment. Her pussy pulsed, and I could feel it. I sensed her anticipation, waiting for me to pull back and begin the long strokes that would almost instantly send her crashing into orgasm. But I did the opposite. I gave her that one stroke, and I pulled out. I stood up and quickly put my jeans back on.

"No!" she yelled when she realized what had just happened.

"I want to see you try on this dress," I said. "And these boots."

"Daddy," she said in a whine so pathetic, it made me smile. I knew I was accomplishing exactly what I wanted. "I'm so pissed at you!"

Her cheeks and neck were flushed nearly crimson. Arousal leaked from between her legs.

"Wait until you see yourself in this," I said. "Jess, Rita, and Katie picked it out just for you. We had to get them to raise the hem of the dress so it would go with the boots."

"You're serious," Kat said, unable to hide the bitter disappointment. "You're still teasing me?"

"I'm still teasing you," I said and bent down and kissed her on the top of her head. "There's no use fighting it."

"I'd be mad at you, but I know it won't do any good," she said. "I've resigned myself. You're just going to let my pussy shrivel up and die."

We both laughed, and the expression on her face softened. She was happy to play along now. The new outfit didn't hurt matters. I kissed her again, then said, "You know I've always got a purpose in mind, darling."

"I know, daddy," she said. "And it always pays off in a big way for me. So I can be patient. For now."

She flashed a flirty smile and ran her hand over the fabric of the dress.

"This is truly exquisite," she said. "You really had them change the hem?"

"I did," I said.

She slipped the glitzy dress over her head, and it hugged her body until it tapered off just below the middle of her thighs. It was like it had been painted on her. It was even more stunning than I had envisioned.

"Oh my gosh," she said when she realized the open-knit pattern was truly open. "You can see right through this. There's no way I can wear anything under it, but, daddy, you can definitely ... see things."

She strode over to the full-length mirror on the door of the closet. Her movement in the dress was breathtaking. The woven fabric afforded glimpses of her naked skin underneath. The shiny touches made it look like Kat was the embodiment of walking light. Just watching her, you couldn't truly see anything too revealing, but if you knew where to look? It was profoundly seductive.

"This is the best you've ever looked," I said, approaching her from behind as she looked at herself in the mirror.

"I haven't even done my makeup," she said, giving up trying to get me to fuck her before dinner.

"I'll pop some Champagne, and we can finish getting ready, and then we'll head out for cocktails," I said, already moving to the fully stocked bar in the suite.

"Will you bring my purse, daddy?" Kat shouted after me.

She was ready to restart the party.

"Of course, babe," I said.

I quickly opened a bottle of Dom Perignon that had been stocked at my request and filled two glasses. On my way back to the bathroom, I grabbed Kat's Chanel tote bag that she had brought on the plane. I knew why she wanted it.

"Here you go, darling," I said, setting down the coupé and tote next to her on the black marble vanity where she was putting the last touches of mascara on.

"Oh, daddy, you are simply the best," Kat said, putting her makeup down, and taking a quick drink of wine before reaching into the purse. "I want to get lit up like a Christmas tree."

I watched her pull out a sleek leather zipper case. She put the tote on the floor next to her and unzipped and unfolded the case. She slipped out a carbon fiber card, set it on the counter, and then placed a crystal straw next to it with a clink before retrieving what she really wanted. It was a bulging, tightly wrapped package of cocaine.

"You don't think we did enough on the flight?" I asked, smiling at her and watching her via the mirror.

Kat laughed and said, "You know better than to ask that silly question, daddy. You're the one who said we were going to see how little sleep we could get on this trip. Although, I have to admit, I was hoping that would also involve some fucking, but apparently you're just going to tease me."

She stuck out her tongue but kept smiling. As she spoke, she had dumped out a pile of coke onto the counter, creating a stark contrast between the black marble and the pure white powder. She didn't even need to look while she crushed it and chopped it to prepare it for separation into lines.

"Fish scale coke never gets old," she said, looking at me behind her in the mirror.

"Neither does watching you cut it up," I said.

"You know this is only going to make me even more horny," she warned.

"I know," I smiled. "It's all part of my plan."

"You are a cruel master," she said and rolled her eyes playfully.

Moments later, she was bent over the counter and snorting up two very generous lines. She made sure to push her hair aside so I could watch her in the mirror inhale them.

"The black on white is so sexy," she said as her index finger glided over the sparse remaining crumbs on the counter. "Sometime we should remodel a bathroom like this. All black and shiny. With free coke in it to make it a black-and-white true powder room."

She licked her finger and extended the straw to me.

"Maybe that's what we do with all the bathrooms at Hollywood & Vine," I suggested.

"Genius, daddy," Kat said, and I could see the euphoria take hold of her again.

I almost didn't hear her reply because I bent down to the counter and took the two remaining lines for myself. I was as greedy for the drug as Kat. Having any semblance of self-control around her right now took every ounce of discipline I had. I wanted to bend her over that vanity and fuck the shit out of her. I wanted to fill up her pussy and then take her ass. I felt like I could fuck her nonstop. As the fresh cocaine high took hold, I felt invincible, and I wanted to do nothing more than let my cock own the beautiful girl beside me. The vibes for this trip were just right. We had done well more than an eight ball of coke on the flight, although Zoe had accounted for a good portion of that. Still, we were pushing each other to new heights of desire. Despite Kat's protests, I knew she was enjoying the game of deprivation that we had embarked on.

While Kat finished her makeup, I returned to the closet and pulled down the new Tom Ford custom suit that had been waiting for me. It was a navy blue sharkskin that I paired with a new pair of Tom Ford custom oxfords, which, I had to admit, were a very nice splurge.

"We look good, daddy," Kat's voice came from behind me as I admired myself in the closet's full-length mirror.

I had to admit, she was right. We made a striking couple. She looked stunning in that dress all made up. My cock stirred, and I had to fight to keep it from overtaking my brain.

"I'm going to count how many heads you turn tonight," I said, looking her up and down and drinking her in one final time.

"I only care about your head," she said and gave me a faint peck on the cheek so she didn't spoil her lipstick.

I let my hand lightly glide over her curves, resting on her ass. I gave it a squeeze and said, "Maybe we should just stay here."

"No way, mister," Kat said. "You've teased me to the point where I'm a quivering mound of pudding. Let's go out. Do your worst. But I'm going to rip you apart when we get back."

I held her by her hips and stared into her eyes expectantly. I was getting more tempted by the second. So I needed to change the subject.

"Did you pack some party favors?" I asked.

Kat's eyes twinkled, and she grabbed her purse from the back of the chair she had draped it over. It was a white Chanel lambskin clutch, but inside it had a small snap pocket. She reached inside and grinned as she took out what was hidden inside.

"Old school," she said. "I was feeling like channeling the Studio 54 era of New York."

She had a small plastic baggie filled with cocaine and a key. But it wasn't a real key. It had a small scoop at the end of it.

"I like it," I said, as she stashed the coke inside her knee-high boots. "And just in time for our car to get here."

It took us thirty minutes to drive the four miles south from the Mandarin Oriental to Death & Co., my favorite cocktail bar in the East Village. Kat and I cuddled up in the back of the Mercedes S-Class that lumbered through the packed streets of Manhattan. Kat had gotten on board with the teasing. She was giving back to me as good as she got. And she knew how to push my buttons as well as anyone.

"You know that the more coke I do, the hornier I get, daddy," she whispered, one leg draped over my thigh. "How much did you spend on this dress? Twenty thousand? And my pussy juice is just going to be soaking it all night."

"Worth every penny of it," I whispered right back, my lips lightly grazing her ear.

Kat slipped her hand into the boot that rested on my leg and fished out the baggie of coke. She opened it, pulled out the spoon, then loaded it with fine powder. She shoved it high inside her right nostril and sniffed hard, then repeated the practice with her left nostril.

"Do you want a bump, daddy?" she asked, eyes sparkling.

"Fuck yeah," I said, still feeling the confidence of our last lines at the hotel coursing through me.

The cocaine was perfect. It was one of those days where partying made me feel invincible. It hit me just right, in a way that made me feel like I could sustain it all night. It was one of those perfect peaks, and I knew Kat had the same vibe. She slipped the drugs back into her boot, then pressed her body even closer to me. I could almost hear her heart thumping. Her breath was hot on my cheek. She spoke in staccato bursts, driven by her excitement, sexual deprivation, and cocaine high.

"You know just how to tease me, daddy," she said. "I can't remember the last time I was this wet. You are just making me want to do the dirtiest things to please you."

"Just how I want you, Kitty Kat," I said. "Dripping and begging and depraved. My perfect, cock-hungry slut."

"God, how do you light me on fire with just your words, daddy?" Kat said, her voice taking on a plaintive tone.

"It won't all be teasing, my love," I said and let a hand trace a gentle path up her thighs. I felt the warmth of her soft inner skin and the heat pouring from her soaked cunt. "I promise to pay off every little bit of this."

As soon as the words passed my lips, I dipped one finger into her pussy, and it slipped in with so little effort, it was stunning. It passed quickly over her clit, and I pulled it out in a come-hither motion that pressed against her upper walls near her g-spot. She let out a gasp, then a whimper when I pulled out and lifted the glistening finger to my lips. I licked in clean as I met Kat's eyes.

"I know what I want for dessert tonight," I said.

"You can have it," Kat said with a whimper. "You can have anything you want, daddy. There is literally nothing I won't do for you."

"I have a feeling we can push that boundary as far as you're willing to go," I teased.

And, just then, the Mercedes pulled up to Death & Co. Kat and I were seated at one of the small tables in the intimate, bustling bar. It was dark and conducive to my purpose that evening. I wanted to keep teasing her. I wanted to enjoy the drinks. And I wanted her to continue climbing the walls of desire. I liked the bar because the drinks were strong and well made, and it was easy to feel invisible while simultaneously enjoying the vibe of a hot spot. I went heavy with a gin-and-mezcal cocktail, while Kat stayed on the lighter side with a gin, citrus, and cucumber concoction.

We finished our first round quickly, the cocaine having wound us up and causing us to sprint through the world around us. I ordered a second round from our bubbly, tattooed waitress, who had breasts that looked like they would puncture the button-down shirt she wore, and Kat went to the bathroom. When she came back, grinning, I could see she had decided to keep the party going.

"Looks like I need to keep up," I said.

She passed me the coke under the table, and I took a turn in the restroom myself. When I came back to the table, our reloaded cocktails had arrived, and I was feeling on top of the world.

"Remember when I used to meet you at restaurants on date nights with your ex just to fuck you in the bathroom?" I said.

"I'll never forget," she said, beaming. "It was the only thing I liked about those date nights. I think that was the best anal sex I've ever had in my life. Remember that?"

"Of course I remember that," I said with a laugh. The memory was so vivid, it was like it had just happened. "But are you sure you haven't had better? Not even with Ryan and me?"

"Don't get me wrong," Kat said. "I love when you two double-team me. But taking Ryan in my ass is more of a pride thing. To show him I can do it."

"Are you sure?" I said, taking a sip of my drink. The smoky mezcal was satisfying, especially coupled with the botanical qualities of the gin. "You cum pretty hard from it."

Kat took a long sip of her drink and closed her eyes. She bit her bottom lip before responding.

"Okay, yeah, it's pretty good, too," she said with a laugh. She looked like she wanted to say something else, but she stifled it.

"What?" I prompted.

"Ryan and I have been texting," she said. "He's done with his shoot in about a week or so."

"I know," I said. "And I appreciate that you told me."

As a group, we had become really good about letting everyone else know about any ex parte communications with sexual partners.

"He may have mentioned going away with him for a weekend," she said.

I arched my eyebrows. That was a surprise. I felt a surge of jealousy inside me.

"That's interesting," I said.

"I told him no," she said with a casual laugh. "Like, Ryan is fun, but, one, I'm not sure what I would do with him for a whole weekend and, two, I'm not sure my butt could take it!"

 

I laughed with her, and she looked at me adoringly.

"Ryan is a good guy," she said. "But, for real, he needs to understand what this is. I'll hook up with him in a party setting, but that's all I'm interested in."

I didn't have a right to feel the sense of relief that washed over me, but I did.

"I think it's cute that you still get jealous, daddy," Kat said. "I think it just made me wetter, and I wasn't sure that was possible."

"I love you, Kitty Kat," I said.

Kat grinned at me. This was one of those days when you were already flying high, and cocaine coupled with a couple strong drinks only helped lighten your mood even more. We made small talk through the rest of our second round.

"Do you want another?" I asked.

"I think I might be falling down if I had a third so quickly," Kat admitted. "But if you want one, order it. I may need to visit the ladies room again."

"Sounds like a brilliant idea," I said.

When Kat returned, she was looking hotter than ever. I wanted her so badly, I couldn't sit still. It felt uncomfortable. I put all my focus into my third drink when it arrived and asked for the check at the same time. I drank it quickly, trying to keep from focusing too much on the teasing Kat subjected me to. The fresh infusion of cocaine had amped her up even more, and she embraced the fact that I refused to give her any release before we left our hotel suite.

"I have to tell you, daddy," Kat said, her voice dropping low, barely audible to me even at our intimate table in the growing din of the bar. "It felt like lightning shooting through my pussy, and I literally was dripping. I was so tempted to touch myself, but I was scared I would cum just by grazing my clit. So you know what I did?"

She paused for dramatic effect and licked her lips. It was just long enough to make me desperate to know the answer.

"What, Kitty Kat?" I asked.

"I rubbed a little coke on my clit to numb it," she said and smiled, her tongue pressing seductively against her teeth as she spoke.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures, darling," I said, matching her grin.

"I could crawl over this table and just have you right here," she said, her eyes wild and nostrils flaring.

"Well," I said, then took the last swig of my drink, "you're out of luck. It's time for dinner."

Returning to the spacious back seat of the Mercedes, we made the short drive to the Minetta Tavern. Now that Kat had lost her lipstick on the lips of her drink glasses, she was eager to kiss me. Even though it was only ten minutes from bar to restaurant, I was breathing heavily from a hot makeout session. Just before the car pulled to the curb, Kat fixed her lipstick, puckered her lips together, and gave me a once over.

"Wanted to make sure you don't have a wet spot on your pants," she said. "I've got such a messy pussy right now. You'd think I was leaking cum out of my pussy and ass it's so wet."

"Jesus," I said under my breath as the driver opened the door and let us out.

Minetta Tavern was teeming. A pretty hostess led us to a table for two that was tucked into the corner of the luxurious, red banquettes. It afforded us a fabulous view of the restaurant's famous bar, as well as the other tables lined up across from it. Kat took the banquette seat, and I settled into the chair across from her. The tables weren't too big, so the spacing felt intimate. But they were also packed closely together, so Kat and I might be forced to resort to other methods of teasing beyond the verbal.

We started with oysters and a bottle of Cristal. And we watched the people. Our faces lit up with joy. It was one of our favorite activities, and this was an especially good venue for it. We noticed a couple actors sprinkled at the tables. There was a well-known politician sitting at the bar. After our Champagne had arrived but before the oysters came, another couple sat down at the table next to us. Kat almost kicked me under the table. It was a very famous actor who was known as an extremely outspoken advocate for marijuana. He slid into the chair next to me, and the stupendously beautiful woman who sat on the banquette next to Kat was most certainly not the actor's wife.

Kat's eyes lit up. Just before our trip, we had been talking about the best ways to market her new marijuana company, Green Goddess. In a crowded market, it wasn't enough to have a superior product -- which hers certainly was -- or great market position -- which she did. Even getting some nice early publicity -- in the form of a High Times article headlined "LA's Pot Princess" -- was no guarantee of real success. Not in this day in age. What you needed more than anything was to become viral, then slip into that place of being ingrained as the brand people associated with your product the moment it came to mind. The legal weed industry was so crowded, that was difficult to do. People were more familiar with strains, while brands hadn't really taken root in the same way.

As luck would have it, the actor's date was very social, at least in part because she was obviously drunk and high. She could probably sense we were on a similar level. When our appetizer of oysters arrived, she leered at them.

"Oh, shit, I love oysters!" she exclaimed. "Babe, we gotta get some!"

As if she had been waiting in the wings, anticipating what the couple would want, the server appeared and asked if they needed anything.

"Let's get a dozen of those," the actor said, pointing at our oysters. "And, hell, a bottle of the Cristal, too."

Kat glanced at me before leaning over to the modelesque girl sitting next to her.

"You have good taste," she said, barely audible above the din of the restaurant.

"Aw, you're sweet!" she replied, also leaning in to make her high-pitched voice cut through the noise. "I love those boots. Super sexy."

"Thank you!" Kat said, flashing her TV smile that was always lurking under the surface to be deployed at a moment's notice. "You're stunning."

I ogled the sexy brunette. She wore a thin, spaghetti strap bodysuit, which was nearly see-through and could barely contain her large, braless breasts, and a pair of mid-thigh black shorts that edged extremely high as she sat. Black Prada heels capped off the ensemble that indicated she was more interested in showing off her fabulous body than being cold in the chill of New York City winter.

"Gotta flaunt it while I've got it," she said with a smile, and then her eyes got wide when the server returned with their Champagne.

When their glasses were full, they turned to us, and we clinked all ours together in cheers. We turned our attention to our respective tables during the appetizers. I enjoyed how Kat eye-fucked me while we sucked down oysters and drank the Champagne. But I also saw she was getting antsy once we finished the first course. She needed another hit of cocaine. We made eye contact, and I smiled knowingly at her. She took the signal. As she slid to her left, she invited the actor's date to join her in the restroom.

"Well, girls can never go alone!" the beautiful girl said as she rose to join Kat.

Heads turned throughout the restaurant as the two lithe bodies cut through the crowd to the rear of the building.

"Don't tell my wife I'm here," leaned over and joked to me.

I laughed. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was obviously stoned. His crooked smile was as charming in person as it was on the screen.

"Hey, as long as you don't tell my other wives I'm here," I joked back.

"What are you, a Mormon?" he said.

"Just insatiable," I said.

"Good on you, man," he said, his tone folksy.

We made small talk, and he seemed apprehensive when I mentioned being in movie financing. I didn't want to press the issue or make him uncomfortable, so I changed the subject. And perhaps I had a little bit of selfish motivation in doing so.

"My wife, Kat, though," I said, gesturing to her empty place on the banquette across the table, "she's got a legal weed company in LA."

"No shit?" the actor said. "Now there's an honest business. I'm a huge advocate."

"I confess," I said. "I knew that. And so am I."

"What's your wife's bud like?" he asked.

"She does one strain of sativa that she grows herself," I said. "Heavily crystalized and super kind."

"I'd like to try it sometime," he said. "I'll be in LA next week. I'd love to blaze some."

"I'll give you the address of the shop," I offered.

"Nah," he said. "What's your number? I'll shoot you a text. We can smoke it up together. Pot is communal for me."

"How could I say no to that?" I asked rhetorically.

I gave him my number, and he shot me a text from his cell phone. We wrapped up just in time to welcome back our giggling girls. They slipped back into the banquette, and I could feel the freshly wired energy coming from Kat.

"We were just talking about your weed business," I explained to her.

"Really?" the pretty girl asked.

"Really!" Kat said exuberantly. "It's called Green Goddess."

"That's a fun name!" she said. "But I would have guessed you were the snow goddess!"

The girls shared a laugh, and we were interrupted once more by the server, who was ready to take our dinner orders. Kat looked at me seductively, with coked out eyes.

"I wish we could just skip to dessert," she said but with such a sweet singsong in her voice that the server didn't get her true meaning.

We stuck to our plan of sharing filet mignon au poivre and Dover sole special. The meal became a leisurely, boisterous affair. It was fun being in such a lively space, but there was an extra buzz because of the presence of our new actor friend. He wasn't the only celebrity in the building, though. There were a couple big New York TV stars, a pop singer, and a table of models all adding to the aura. Maybe it was those vibes that made me feel the urge to splurge on a fabulously expensive bottle of La Tache for the filet, along with a beautiful bottle of Puligny-Montrachet for the sole. It was too much wine, so we shared pours with our neighboring tables.

Kat and the actor's mistress snuck off to the bathroom for two more rounds of bumps before the server cleared our plates, poured out the last drops of wine, and asked us if we wanted dessert. The look Kat shot me could have bored a hole through my forehead. The time for teasing was over. We needed to cash in on the gratification we had deferred for so long.

"Just the check," I said. "I don't think we can eat another bite."

We said quick goodbyes to the actor and beauty, whose name I never got, and moved drunkenly through the throng back into the leather-wrapped comfort of the Mercedes that whisked us back to the Mandarin Oriental. Traffic had thinned out, and it only took twenty minutes to get back to the Columbus Circle hotel, but that was plenty of time for Kat and me to nearly turn to jelly. Our bodies merged in that backseat, hands greedily grabbing each other at random, and our lips locked in sloppy kisses from the moment the driver closed the door.

It took my last ounce of discipline to keep my hands above Kat's dress. But that last bit of self-control melted when we got in the elevator. It was empty and had fifty-two stories to travel. I couldn't help myself. I turned her around, pushed her toward the back wall so she could grip the railing at the rear of the elevator, and shoved the dress above her hips. I dropped to my knees, pushing her ass cheeks apart with my hands to give my mouth wide open access. But I intentionally stopped short of her clit when I gave her the first lick.

"Oh my fuck, daddy," Kat gasped.

I greedily lapped at her pussy. The sweet nectar had been leaking from her with such volume that it had coated every inch of her thighs. I buried my face in her and, after a couple long strokes, concentrated on eating her asshole, the perfect, puckered pleasure source that I knew I'd plunder that night. But first we needed to fuck. And, for a moment, I thought Kat might demand it right there in the elevator.

Too soon, the chime of the fifty-second floor dinged, and I hurriedly pulled Kat's dress back down and stood up. My face was covered in her pussy juice. She smoothed back her hair. We both breathed heavily, and our fingers slipped together as the doors parted. As we walked down the hall, Kat burst out laughing.

"What?" I said, turning to her as we traveled as quickly as possible down the hallway, each step taking us a little bit closer to release.

"Your dick is sticking out so far!" she said between bursts of laughter.

"It's my pussy-finding radar detector," I laughed back.

"I've got all the pussy you need right here, daddy," Kat said as we stopped in front of the door.

Her hand covered my crotch as I pressed the card key to the electronic lock mechanism. It clicked open, but before we stepped inside I looked at Kat one more time.

"I'm going to want so much more than just your pussy, Kitty Kat," I said.

She pushed past me into the suite. Instead of taking the immediate left to go past the pantry and into the bedroom, Kat walked straight ahead, where a rectangular entry table stood. She bent over the table, hiked up her dress, and lifted one leg onto the surface. The black fuck-me-boots enhanced the picture she painted as a sex kitten. Her pussy and ass were on obscene display even before she reached behind and pulled her cheeks open with her hands, just like I had on the elevator a moment before. She whipped her head around and licked her lips.

"Stop teasing, daddy," she said huskily. "Come fuck your coke whore wife and fill me with that hot load of cum."

"You're so fucking hot, Kitty Kat," I said, taking the few steps to her offered-up body, my pants and underwear dropping to the floor.

I didn't bother to take off my shoes. I dove straight into her awaiting cunt. I don't recall ever having an easier time bottoming out inside her. Her velvety walls gripped me, but she was so wet, I just hit her cervix instantly.

"Daddy!" she cried out plaintively, a mixture of eviscerated frustration and pure pleasure.

The table was the perfect height. Instead of being too tall and forcing me to ram up cock upward into Kat, it was fairly low -- ostensibly, to feature the floral arrangements that it was meant to hold. That enabled me to thrust down, pushing the bulk of my weight into each stroke and pile-driving as deeply inside my wife's hot, slick canal. It was perfect for an urgent fuck.

"Oh, daddy, daddy, I'm cumming already! I'm cumming!" Kat moaned, her voice cracking before it tore into high-pitched screams. "Don't stop! Daddy, I'm going to cum again!"

She was still gushing with arousal as my cock pounded her, creating a creamy froth around her lips and the base of my shaft. My balls were dripping wet. The harder she came, the tighter her pussy squeezed me. The build-up had been too much. I was about to lose it.

As if sensing my physical response to finally having her, Kat said, "Just let it go, daddy. We're going to be doing coke and fucking all night long. You'll lose track of how many times I make you cum."

It didn't even take another minute before I grunted and wanted Kat that I was cumming before I flooded her vagina with an absolutely massive load of sperm. It exploded inside her in a long series of spurts, each one seemingly as large as one of my usual ejaculations.

"Fuck," I moaned as my cock finally stopped twitching inside Kat. I had pressed her down hard against the table as I came.

"Daddy, oh my god!" she said happily. "I'm absolutely filled! That was so fucking sexy."

We decoupled, and she planted a kiss full of expectation on my lips. We both knew we were just getting started. I felt dirty. I wanted her to be my naughty Kitty Kat.

"Maybe you should let it leak out and lick it up," I said. "Since Rita isn't here to eat it out of you."

"Dirty daddy," Kat said, giving me a smoldering look.

She took my hand and started to tug me along with her, then realized my pants were still around my ankles.

"Get out of that and meet me in the bathroom, daddy," she said with resolve.

She slipped away, toward the bedroom and its massive bathroom. I quickly kicked off my shoes without untying them and let my pants and underwear lay crumpled on the floor. I unbuttoned my shirt as I traced her steps, feeling the sticky, cold wet of our first fuck cooling against my cock. I dropped my shirt on the floor, too, and made a beeline for the bathroom.

I found Kat there, her left leg raised on the marble edge of the large bathtub. She had dumped her dress on the floor, and her bubble butt was nearly in front of my face. She had unzipped her left boot and pulled out the baggie of cocaine, with its spoon neatly tucked inside, before tugging off the boot. She set down the coke and switched legs. Her ass swayed seductively as she raised her right leg onto the shiny surface now. The whole time? My cum streamed out of her pussy, creating a glistening white puddle amidst the black marble. Kat could sense my presence, but she didn't turn around and acknowledge me until she had finished removing her other boot. She tossed it to the floor and turned to me, her hair tousled. Her face was a totem of desire. A trail of cum leaked down each side of her thighs, cutting a jagged line that pointed toward the large puddle that had fallen out of her in globs.

"I'm so hungry for you, daddy," she said, her voice a husky whisper.

Then she pushed her hair over her left shoulder as she bent down to the tub and flicked out her tongue, licking up my sperm that had been inside her only moments before.

"We taste so good mixed together," she said when she finished cleaning most of it up. Then she gave a few more licks for good measure and picked up the baggie of cocaine. "Take me to bed, daddy, and show me what you do to a naughty, coked up slut."

Kat shrieked happily when I picked her up in my arms and cradled her to the inviting, king-sized bed. Turndown service had left chocolates on our pillows and waters on the night stands. We also had a bottle of Dom Perignon in a sweating Champagne bucket. The blackout curtains were drawn. I laid Kat down gently on the lush mattress, her hair framing her face beautifully, and she gazed up at me with a mix of adoration and continuing lust.

"Let me just take care of a couple things, Kitty Kat," I said.

I picked up the room control tablet on one of the night stands and pressed a button. The curtains in the bedroom opened, revealing a gorgeous view of Central Park at night.

"Daddy, anybody could see in here!" Kat said, sitting up, the soft lamplight in our bedroom catching the diamond studs on her nipple piercings.

"I hope so," I said. "I want everybody to see me fucking you."

"Daddy," Kat said, biting the corner of her lower lip.

She glanced down at the packet of cocaine in her hand and pulled apart the plastic closure. I moved over to the bottle of Champagne, untwisted the cage, and pulled out the cork smoothly with a satisfying sigh of fizz. I poured two extra-full glasses and sat down on the bed next to her. Kat had a bump of coke poised on the tiny spoon and offered it to me. I sniffed hard, and the smooth powder disappeared. She fished out a second bump for me. Then I stared at her while she took two of her own. When she finished, pinching her nose and then putting the spoon back in the baggie, I handed her one glass of Champagne, and we toasted. She noticed my cock coming alive again.

"Is that just from watching me bump up?" she asked. "Or is it something else?"

"Watching you bump up," I said. "But also thinking about what I'm going to do to your ass here shortly."

"Fuck, daddy," Kat said, letting her eyes roll up to the back of her head as she leaned back to take a long sip of the bubbly. "I want you in my ass so badly."

We polished off the glasses of Champagne quickly, as the cocaine coursed through our system and started to make the world move at breakneck pace again. Kat took both our glasses and set them on the night table. She pushed me down on the bed and straddled my thighs.

 

"I'm going to enjoy this," she said, running her hands through her hair and arching her back. Her perfect coupe-shaped breasts jutted out, her nipples and their piercings prominent. Her stomach was smooth and flat, leading to that pleasant swell at her hips that then dove into the pleasure canyon between her legs. "You are going to be begging to fuck my ass when I'm done with you, daddy."

With that admonishment, Kat dove between my legs and swirled her tongue around my semi-hard cock. I gasped at the warmth and softness of her mouth. She sucked me with purpose but also for her pleasure. When I reached full erection, she slipped a hand around my cock and stroked it.'

"I love feeling you get hard in my mouth," she said, then kept jerking me as her tongue moved to my balls.

She sucked each one into her mouth in turn, then bathed my sack with her soft licks. Her hand was deliberate on my shaft. When she was satisfied that she had given attention to every square inch of my smooth sack, she pushed my cock up high, still stroking it, and moved her head lower. Kat attacked my asshole with an oral assault that made me writhe, moan, and push her face hard against that most taboo erogenous zone. It felt incredible, and her enthusiasm was off the charts.

"Fuck, Kitty Kat," I panted. "You are such an ass-eating slut."

When she finally came up for air to pay attention to my balls again and take my cock in her mouth some more, she said, "I am, daddy. I love it. I love rimming you. It makes me feel submissive without you dominating me. And it's just naughty. I am what you said. I'm an ass-eating slut. I will do anything to get my man off."

For a moment, I knew that when Kat said "my man," she meant me but also whoever else might play with her, Ryan in particular. And it didn't bother me. The thought shook out of my head as Kat enveloped my cock fully in her mouth again, and I groaned once more. She continued her torrid and relentless oral worship for another twenty minutes, until my cock was raging and craving her.

"I need your ass right now," I growled.

"Take it, daddy," Kat said, her chin dripping with spit. "It's yours."

She deftly swung her body around and suddenly presented me with her ass high in the air. She gave herself a swift, sharp spank.

"I know I said I'd make you beg, daddy," Kat said. "But I think I'm going to do the begging. I want your dick in my ass so badly. Please? Please, daddy? Fuck my ass. You know how hard it makes me cum."

As I rose up on my knees, I saw the coke lying on the sheets. I picked it up and opened the baggie. I scooped out a generous bump and sprinkled it on Kat's pretty asshole.

"Let's make this extra dirty, Kitty Kat," I said.

"How, daddy?" she said and looked over her shoulder. She saw me adding a second bump on top of the first. "Oh! Daddy! That's going to feel so good. Do it. I'm your coke slut fuck doll. I will do anything if you get me high."

Her cunt was still a swampy mess. I ran my cock all over it but didn't put it inside, wanting to tease her a little. But it did effectively coat my shaft in her slick juices. Kat was as ready as I was.

"Just shove it in, daddy," she said, her voice desperate. "You know I can take all of you at once."

And I did. I loved how Kat's anus had become so skilled at relaxing the moment I took her from behind. I was able to enter her with one smooth stroke, pushing my cock and the cocaine deep inside her dark hole.

"Oh, daddy," she groaned, the words elongated and hoarse.

Kat was a true anal sex lover, like Jess was. She could enjoy an ass fuck as much as vaginal intercourse and really didn't have a preference between the two; she was equally enthusiastic about both. With Rita and Katie, anal was more of an event, a special treat, even if we did it regularly. I think partly Kat loved it because she wanted to unblinkingly embrace something that still enjoyed a bit of taboo. She liked that it was no big deal to her. I loved anal with Kat because her ass just felt so damn good.

I indulged that love for a full half-hour, to the tune of a handful of orgasms for my wife, before I finally exploded into Kat's bowels. And then something remarkable happened. Between her voracious dirty talk and skilled stimulation of my balls while I fucked her ass, I didn't go soft after cumming inside her. I kept going, and only a couple minutes later, came again.

"Holy fuck!" I exclaimed as I finally pulled out of Kat's ass. It was dark pink and half-gaped, with dark, distinctive hand prints that I left on her cheeks.

"Daddy! Oh my god!" Kat said, rolling onto her back. Her eyes were still full of fire when she looked at me.

"That was so hot," I said.

"It was also just the start," she said.

She was right. For the next forty-eight hours, Kat and I didn't leave our suite. I lost track of almost everything -- how many times I came. How many times she came. How much cocaine we hoovered up. How much wine we drank. And how many times we looked at each other, grinned, and said, "I love you."

On the last day, we managed to pull ourselves together and enjoy the city. I took her shopping, and we had a spectacular dinner at Le Bernardin. But even the glitz of New York was no match for the intense intimacy we had shared. Kat and I glowed so brightly together, I could feel the magnetic pull between us. The trip had caused that to burn more powerfully than ever.

"I think that's the best trip we've ever had together, daddy," Kat said when we were cuddled up on the 737 waiting to take off and return home to LA.

"You might be right, Kitty Kat," I said and kissed her. "So far."

"You think we can do better?" she asked, flashing her mischievous smile.

"I think we will definitely try," I said.

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