"You know, girls," I said, "I'm not as used up as these other guys."
"Daddy, can it be my turn to taste you?" Kat said brightly.
She didn't wait for my answer. As Rita and Kelly returned to the coffee table for another round of cocaine, Kat got on her hands and knees and crawled to me. She freed my cock, which was achingly hard again already, and engulfed me in her warm mouth.
Kat always gave sensuous head, and on a day like this when she was being teased and deprived, it made her extra horny. That put her in a dirty mood, which had her pay attention to my balls more and let her tongue wander to my asshole. If that wasn't enough, freshly coked up Rita joined us with an expectant look in her eye. She got on her knees and joined Kat in giving me an incredible double blowjob.
I let the physical sensation wash over me as I looked across the room. Peter was face-fucking Jess, bucking his hips into her mouth with aggression that drove her wild. I watched Kelly walk toward them but was surprised when she didn't join in. Something had caught her eye, and she continued to the kitchen. A moment later, she doubled back.
"You've got to see this," she announced.
Obediently, everyone stopped what they were doing. I honestly didn't know why we were so quick to heed Kelly's words, but when we reached the kitchen and saw for ourselves, we understood the urgency we sensed in her voice.
"Damn," Rita said under her breath.
Juliet was bent over the kitchen counter. The entire side of her lovely body exposed to us, her breasts hanging beautifully, hard nipples grazing the countertop. Her arms stretched out over the marble surface, grabbing at some invisible handle to try to gain leverage as she pushed her hips back to meet the thrusts coming at her. Stephen stood nude behind her, a chiseled, sculpture-like body at full effort as he fucked the prized starlet from behind. It was a stunning sight. Two of the biggest names in Hollywood were coupling before our eyes. It was surreal.
"He never does this," Kelly whispered, and I remembered her words from LA the first time I had met Stephen. Peter liked to show off, leaving the bedroom door open. Stephen always locked it.
Sensing they had an audience, Stephen looked over and smiled but never lost his rhythm. His cock was as impressive as his physique. Even without a full view, the length and girth of it was obvious. He was hung, and you knew he could use his natural gift to full effect by the way Juliet groaned and begged under his strokes.
Then I noticed who Stephen was looking at. His gaze fixed directly on Kat. Seemingly in slow motion, as if communicating in their own unspoken language, she walked to him and got on her knees. He smiled at the rest of us when he felt Kat's tongue lick his asshole. A chill ran up my spine. This was a power play. I wasn't sure if it was aimed at me directly or solely, but Stephen was marking his territory for the weekend.
Jess and Kelly turned the eroticism of the scene to good use, beginning a sloppy double blowjob on Peter. Kat rimmed Stephen with such enthusiastic submission that Rita and I looked on, stunned, for a moment. The vibes in the room had become hyper-sexual, more so than when we arrived, which was saying something. Rita's hand tentatively moved to my cock, which remained achingly erect. Stephen looked over at us again, this time ignoring me and staring directly at Rita. He smiled. Her grip on my cock became firmer.
"I want you inside me," Rita said.
There was only one obvious place for me to bend her over, the end of the kitchen counter catty-corner to where Stephen and Juliet fucked. So we took it.
Juliet smiled when she saw Rita bend over the counter, her tits mashing against the marble as she offered her sticky pussy to me. I entered her, and it was like falling onto a slip-and-slide, she was so wet.
"Oh, god!" Rita gasped as I bottomed out against her cervix.
She reached out her arms, and Juliet took one of her hands. Their fingers intertwined, and they smiled at each other. Stephen grinned at me, but there was a wicked look behind it. And just then he pulled his cock out of Juliet's cunt. It glistened with her arousal, and I had to admit that his cock was as impressive as the rest of his body. The guy had hit the evolutionary jackpot. By the look on his face, he knew it, too.
And then he plunged his cock into Juliet's ass. She gasped.
"Oh, fuck, darling," Juliet moaned, "I love when you feel dirty."
Behind them, Kat continued to sloppily eat Stephen's ass, occasionally stroking his balls, which hung pendulously.
"I love when you're my anal starlet," Stephen said with a laugh. His gaze returned to Rita. They locked eyes and didn't break it, as if hypnotized.
Rita's pussy was hot, like it was on fire. I could feel how swollen with arousal it had become. Juliet gripped her hand more tightly as Stephen picked up the pace of his anal strokes. And then it happened. Juliet cried out, suddenly gripped by an intense, highly vocalized anal orgasm. Simultaneously, Rita peaked, and I knew that it was a massive climax for her. Then I felt the spray on my feet. She had squirted. I fucked her faster, and she squirted again.
The burn of desire that had permeated every moment since our arrival made it impossible for me to hold back, either. I grunted and emptied my balls into Rita's cunt. My sperm flooded her cervix, and she looked at me over her shoulder with the fires of lust in her eyes. I thrust a few more times, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Kelly.
"Let me clean her cunt," she said with a practiced, innocent look on her face.
I stepped aside and gave Kelly free access to Rita's messy pussy. She ate like she was starving. I caught Juliet looking at me, biting her lower lip and face covered with pure determination. She came again. I watched Kat rim Stephen and tug at his balls, stroking them almost as if they were his cock. He grunted loudly and announced that he was cumming.
"Fill my asshole!" Juliet cried up. "Make me your cum dumpster!"
It was shocking and hot. His ass clenched as he came in Juliet's dark passage. Kat never let up her enthusiastic rimming. And then he pulled out, forcing Kat to fall back on her knees. Juliet's ass gaped, a creamy trickle already forming at the entrance of her tight, pink anus. Without being asked, Kat scrambled in front of Stephen and cleaned his cock. She sucked it with pleasure while she fingered her clit. After a short bit, however, Juliet turned around.
"Do you want Stephen's cum, Kat?" she asked.
"God, yes please," Kat breathed with desperation.
"Then eat my ass," Juliet said. "Be my dirty cleanup bitch."
The words came out sounding less harsh because of Juliet's seductive voice. Kat didn't hesitate. She simply licked Juliet's roughly used hole. My cock stirred to life again. My Kitty Kat sucking cum out of Juliet Lawson's asshole. Stephen's cum. At the same time, Rita had hiked one leg up onto the counter to give Kelly wider access to her cum-filled pussy. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Peter unloading jets of cum onto Jess's face, her tongue wagging eagerly and a look of pure glee passing over her.
"Here it comes," Juliet said, snapping my attention back to the scene directly in front of me.
A gush of sperm came out of her hole and immediately ran into Kat's mouth. She pushed it around Juliet's asshole with her tongue before taking it in her mouth a final time and swallowing. Juliet stood up, her hair tousled and eyes shimmering. She looked at me and smiled.
"You should go kiss John," she instructed.
Wordlessly, like a sex fiend robot, Kat stood up. Her hair was a wild mess. Her eyes were wired from cocaine. Her nipples stood out proudly. I doubted I had ever seen them so erect. And I noticed her thighs were shiny almost down to her knees. That's how wet this submission to Stephen and Juliet had made her.
"Kiss my cleanup girl, John," Juliet said. She grinned warmly. Stephen looked on with a broad smile.
Kat kissed me. Her hand slowly stroked my cheek as her tongue massaged mine. She tasted salty and earthy. I could feel the heat rising from her cunt. My face flushed with a combination of desire and the implications of submission, and my head started to spin.
Everything had happened so fast. It was so filthy. But there was a heavy implication that settled on me. The balance of power had shifted. Dramatically. And the only way to figure out exactly how was to let the weekend play out.