Author's Note: We're getting nearer the close of this grand Vegas adventure. After that, it's Kat's wedding and on into a new future. I hope you'll join me as we find out what that future holds!
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"Holy shit," Kat said, "I've got a wet spot on my butt. You came so much, baby. It's pouring out my ass."
"Let's take you back to change," I said. I directed the limo driver to return to the Bellagio so Kat could change out of her cum-stained dress. "I do like that you're just completely marked with my cum. This will give me a chance to wash off, too."
"I love it," she said. "It feels so naughty having you drip out of me. And that was such a hot fuck. I literally have no words to describe it."
I nibbled her ear. "I'm going to give you so much cum tonight," I said.
"I deserve it," she responded.
Back in the villa, we heard a series of pleasured moans coming from Kelly in the second bedroom. Kat changed quickly, while I washed up from our anal session. While waiting for Kat to return, I cut four large lines of coke for us, then tiptoed over to Kelly's room to see if I could play voyeur.
It didn't surprise me that she hadn't closed the door. I discreetly glanced in and took in a lewd sight. Kelly, wearing nipple clamps, rode a massive, thick cock reverse cowgirl. Her fake breasts rode high and proud, pointed upward, and her pussy and the cock shone with juices. From the mess around the copulating pair, it looked like Kelly had been squirting. Her face was contorted in pleasure. Then I saw who she was with. One of the best quarterbacks in the NFL. An all-pro, Super Bowl champion, and hung like a horse. Some guys have all the luck.
Kelly noticed me and put a finger to her lips. I nodded and quietly went back to the living room, where Kat was setting down her purse and about to kneel to snort some coke.
"Wait for me," I said. "I want to watch."
Kat smiled and licked her lips. "It turns you on so much, doesn't it?" she said.
"You have no idea," I admitted.
She made a show of snorting the two lines, locking her eyes on mine as the powder disappeared into her delicate nose. She threw her head back and inhaled deeply, then licked a finger and picked up the residue on the table, which she rubbed on her gums. I kneeled next to her, about to take my turn.
"You already fucked me in the ass in public," she said. "Imagine what I'll be willing to do for you now that I'm high. I'm daddy's little coke whore."
I did my lines and kissed her.
"You're the best coke whore I've ever met," I said. "Let's go find some trouble."
As we prepared to leave the villa, I told Kat she should check on Kelly.
"You'll never believe who she's with," I said.
"Oh, I know," Kat said. "She told me. He's a client."
"I thought Kelly.." I said but Kat interrupted.
"It's not only a business proposition for her," Kat said, laughing.
"You might want to check him out," I said. "It's... impressive."
Kat made a brief detour and returned.
"Some guys have all the luck," she said with a giggle to me.
"It's not fair, right?" I said.
"I know I said I won't fuck other guys, but that one could be an exception," Kat said.
"We might have to make a hall pass list," I said.
Back in the limo, Kat now in a form-fitting white A-line dress, we were chatty and loving. We headed to the Skyfall Lounge -- I was keen to enjoy a great view on a night with beautiful weather -- so we had a while to talk.
"How did you figure out you were turned on by seeing girls do lines?" Kat asked.
"It was in college," I began. "There was a girl on the UCLA cheerleading team named Katie. We had bumped into each other at parties from time to time, and I would say we were acquaintances. Then it ended up that my fraternity had a party for her sorority. I was in a pretty wild frat."
"I believe that," Kat said with a laugh.
"Most of the cheerleading team was in her sorority, and they congregated around a big pile of coke at this party," I continued. "I think Katie maybe thought I viewed her as a good girl, but she made eye contact with me when it was her turn to do a line. I had a huge crush on her, and seeing her do that -- it felt like she was doing it for me the way she looked at me -- was such a turn on. I was hooked."
"So what happened with Katie?" Kat asked.
"We dated for a while," I said. "Looking back on it, I realize she was my first coke whore. We had a lot of fun. She got me to try it the first time."
"Oh really? Tell me about it," she said.
"It was funny, actually, it was that night at the party," I said. "I was getting a drink for her, and she asked me if I had ever tried blow. I said I hadn't, and she said I should. She was enthusiastic and then kind of pulled back, and I asked what was wrong. I'll never forget what she said, because I guess I was pretty naive at the time, and she said, 'I really hope that you don't get coke dick.'"
Kat laughed.
"It was a breakthrough because Katie was the first girl I'd ever met who was just very sexually forward," I said. "And I really liked it. It was a real ego boost to know she already had decided to fuck me."
"And I think we both know you don't get coke dick," Kat said, squeezing my cock.
"I do not," I said. "And Katie taught me that." I laughed. "She said I fucked like superman on coke."
Kat straddled me, grinding her bare pussy against my pants. "You do fuck like superman," she said. "What happened to Katie?"
"We were friends with benefits for a while," I said. "We fucked a lot. She was a lot of fun. But we both liked to have a lot of fun. It was very casual. And I had a thing for cheerleaders, so," my voice trailed off.
"You realized you could be a ladies' man," Kat completed the thought for me.
"I did," I said. "It was a very powerful realization."
"I bet those coeds loved that you didn't get coke dick," she said.
"I'll admit," I said, "that learning coke could be a tool to get pussy was very heady. I used it as leverage."
"You're so naughty," she said, still slowly dry humping me. I was sure she was leaving a stain on my pants. "You love using as many sluts as you can." She kissed my ear and neck.
