Author's Note: Welcome to part two of our epic Hollywood fuck fest! I'm having fun showing this new-ish side of our foursome's lifestyle. I hope you are, too. This chapter is a really long fuckfest. Keep the feedback coming!
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"Daddy!" Kat squealed when she saw us approaching. "You'll never believe who's here!"
Patrick turned around and grinned at me. It was a warm, friendly greeting between us.
"John, it's been too long," he said, setting down the mirror on a nearby side table and shaking my hand firmly.
"Patrick, really nice to see you," I said. "Quite the party!"
"Is this your first time at one of these?" he asked like a veteran as he leered at Rita's tits, which were perilously close to spilling into the open.
"Patrick, this is our girlfriend Rita," Kat said. "I don't think you've met her before."
"Enchanting," Patrick said and kissed her hand. Rita giggled. He turned his attention to the larger group and said, "I'm helping Natasha here with her first double penetration this evening."
The eyes of our small group fell on a petite, busty brunette wearing alluring black lingerie and nothing else. She had a bob haircut that truly suited her, a short nose, and an elegance about her undercut by how coked out she was. She grinned and slowly nodded her head, while her hand unsteadily pinched her nose. Still, she braced herself on six-inch heels and bent down to snort one more line before joining the conversation.
"I'm going to have like two feet of dick inside me!" she said happily. "Come find us. I'm sure the boys won't mind if you watch."
"We might do that," Kat said. "Right now, if I don't get a dick inside me, I'm going to scream!"
"You're welcome to join us, Kat," Patrick said confidently.
"Maybe in a little bit," Kat said.
"Let's go find Juliet," Rita suggested. "And Jess."
"You're here with Juliet Lawson?" Patrick said, looking past the girls and to me. I nodded. "Fucking impressed, bro."
Patrick put his arm around Natasha and guided her away, along with the other man, upstairs to a bedroom. We started our hunt for Jess and Juliet, but it took no time at all. They were with the action movie star, who was still laid out shirtless. Juliet took her turn doing a line off his chiseled stomach while Jess started to lewdly paw at his crotch, fumbling for his button and zipper.
"Careful, Jess," Juliet said. "It's an absolute monster. And he knows how to use it. I found out last year."
"I can't believe you're just treating me like a piece of meat," the actor said sarcastically.
Juliet smiled at me as she slipped her hand in mind.
"Maybe we should all go find somewhere a little bit more private?" she suggested.
"Best idea I've heard all night," the action hero said, sitting up effortlessly. He had fashionable stubble, thick locks of sandy blonde hair that gave him a Greek god look, and bulging muscles everywhere you looked. And the girls all looked at one in particular.
"Hey, I'm John," I said, introducing myself.
"Hey, man, I'm Ryan," he said. His hands were more like bear paws, massive and seemingly as muscled as the rest of him. "Looks like we've got a little bit of a party set for us."
"With these girls, I always just say I hope I can keep up," I said, and he laughed.
"Always easier to triage it between us," he said.
Juliet, with Jess in tow, led us confidently to a sumptuous bedroom on the second floor at the rear of the house. Kat and Rita walked with me, not speaking but communicating very clearly that they needed sex. French doors leading to a terrace stood open, letting in the sounds of revelry that came from the expansive backyard and pool area. Like other rooms we had seen as we walked past, this also was lit with candles. In a sitting area in front of the California king-sized bed, a coffee table held a mini-smorgasbord of drugs, including more cocaine than the six of us could do no matter how hard we tried. Ryan made a bee-line for the blow.
"I've been the coke table long enough," he said. "Who's going to let me snort some off their tits?"
His eyes could have bored a hole through the fabric of Rita's dress while he said it, and she took the hint.
"I suppose it's only fair that I repay the favor," she said, pulling her clothes off with surprising eagerness. All that remained was a skimpy black thong. Her nipples were erect, and I saw her neck was flush.
"Good god almighty," Ryan breathed. "Those are fucking exquisite."
He wasted no time using a heavy titanium card to scoop up a healthy bit of coke and dumping it on Rita's breasts. I'd never seen her look at another man like she was now. Her eyes burned with lust, and I felt a twinge of jealousy. Ryan took the card and, with the passion of a sculptor, shaped two curved lines that traced the curve of Rita's breasts and ended near her nipples.
I glanced at the other girls, who were stirring a clear liquid into the Champagne glasses they still held.
"It's liquid molly," I heard Juliet say. "Not cut with anything. We really should booty bump it sometime -- I bet that would be heaven -- but this will do."
My attention turned back to Ryan and Rita, though, when I heard the actor start snorting the coke off her tits. His inhalation was forceful, like the rest of his mannerisms. He had charisma but also a laid back vibe, like he was completely comfortable regardless of the situation. The coke disappeared, and with confident ease licked Rita's breasts to get the remaining crumbs. Once the coke was gone, he didn't stop. He had a long tongue, and it snaked around Rita's nipples in turn.
"Oh my god," Rita gasped, her gaze fixed on me. She was helpless. Either she couldn't say stop or didn't want to. In the moment, it didn't matter.
But then Jess and Juliet stepped forward, slicing through the sexual tension of the moment.
"Two lines aren't enough for a superhero," Juliet said, referencing Ryan's most famous role. "Do you want to do one off Jess's ass or my pussy?"
"I can't have both?" Ryan said with an electric smile.
"You can have anything you want," Juliet said, voice dripping with seduction.
It was shocking and erotic to see Juliet in her element like this. I had seen how sexually charged she could become. I had seen her with other men. I knew her well enough that I understood her delight in taking control, particularly among her Hollywood peers.
"That ass has been calling my name," Ryan said, taking a handful of Jess's perfect cheeks.
"I need a line," Rita said. Her eyes remained fixed on mine. "Join me?"
Kat, who had been biting her lower lip and watching the whole scene unfold, was now on her knees before the coffee table, portioning out cocaine into generous lines. Acting as if she had just wandered out of the desert and had come across a freshwater spring, Rita sidled up to the table and helped herself to two lines. Kat and I knelt on either side of her.
"I don't know if I can control myself," Rita said, her breathing labored.
