Chapter 10

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading, the votes, and the positive and constructive feedback. I really appreciate all of you. This chapter wraps up the long Vegas sojourn for our lovers, and then we are going to get back into what the future holds. Thanks for taking this ride with me!

Sleep hit hard, and I woke up later that morning to hear Kat on the phone. It quickly became apparent she was talking to her boyfriend. I found my own phone and saw it was 10 a.m. A solid four hours of sleep would be sufficient to party until our redeye flight tonight.

“I’m so glad you’re having fun, sweetie,” Kat said. She saw I was awake and smiled. She was nude except for a towel wrapped around her hair. How long had she been up? I motioned her to come to me.

“What’s the plan for today?” her other side of the conversation continued.

I moved my head over the edge of the bed. When she got close to me, I put my arms between her legs. She got the message and spread her thighs. I pulled her close to my mouth, and she eased her knees down.

“That sounds like fun,” she said. “Where are you going to eat? Anywhere fun?” My tongue wetly moved across her lips, then flicked her clit. She gave a light shudder. Kat talked to her boyfriend another few minutes, while I focused on slowly, easily building her pleasure during oral sex.

After she said, “I love you, too,” and hung up, she let her weight collapse on my face and began shoving her wet cunt into my mouth.

“Oh god,” she moaned. “Just like that. Don’t stop. I love the way you eat me.”

There is a total joy in making a woman cum from oral sex. It genuinely gave me such a sense of satisfaction and pleasure to help my partner climax. And it never ceased to surprise me how grateful and compliant women would become if you prioritized their pleasure first. It was my go-to move, even on what I knew would be a one-night-stand. Make them cum with your tongue, and you would unlock the deepest level of fun they would permit.

My tongue skittered across her asshole and up to her clit, over and over. Kat came in a rush of moans and thick juice expelling from her pussy. Her quivering body lay next to me on the bed, and I said, “That’s my favorite breakfast.”

“What surprises do you have for me today?” she asked.

“Well,” I said, “I thought the pool would be a good idea at some point. How do you feel about shopping? I suppose I can’t send you home with an array of elaborate gifts to explain away?”

“Why not?” she said. “I have my own place. He doesn’t know what my wardrobe is like.”

“Lingerie and jewelry came to mind,” I said.

“Those are things I never buy for myself!” she said happily.

We kissed. “Room service?” I said.

“Yes!” Kat said. “I’m starving!”

A half hour later, I was showered, freshly shaved, and ready for the day. Pancakes, fruit, strong coffee, and eggs with bacon, sausage, and toast were waiting on the dining room table. Kat and I ate and talked like a regular couple. These moments of normalcy were immensely satisfying. But I was also eager to continue this escape. If I could make Kat’s fantasies come true, who knew where this could go?

We browsed through the Shops at the Wynn. She picked out a purse at Celine and a scarf at Hermes. We made our way to Caesars, where we dove into the treasure of erotic riches at La Perla. Kat selected a bodysuit, bustier, and two matching sets of bras and g-strings.

“You just need a dress for Wing Lei tonight,” I suggested.

She shook her head. “John, it’s too much! This is way too generous.”

“But I want you to wear that red g-string set,” I insisted, “and you’ve got to have something that matches it.”

We went to Crystals, where she found and fell in love with a black Dior mid-length dress made of wool and silk. It framed her petite top half seductively, while falling just before her exquisitely shaped legs.

“Now just a pair of Louboutins, and you are all set!” I said.

With the shopping spree checked off my list, we decided to hit the pool. I had a cabana reserved at Encore Beach Club, the Wynn complex’s day club. Kat wore a modest but flattering bikini, oversized sunglasses, and a sheer coverup. We left everything in the room except the coke bullet and vial and headed down to see what trouble we could find for a few hours before dinner.

Walking through the beach club, it was hard to suppress my instinct to scope out which women might be most susceptible to my charms. And wallet. I had never had a problem using financial leverage to entice women. Kat noticed my wandering eye.

“See anything you like?” she asked.

“Sorry,” I apologized. “Force of habit. I’m usually an insufferable man whore in Vegas.”

“No need to apologize,” she said. “I meant it. See anything you like?”

I laughed. “You, Kitty Kat,” I said. “Only you.”

“I like getting inside your mind,” she said.

“Okay,” I said, as we settled into our cabana, “well, see the bachelorette party group over there?” I pointed across the pool from our cabana to another filled with ten women, all wearing sashes. “Always stay away from bachelorette parties. Unless they approach you first. It’s just an invitation to light money on fire.”

“And do you see that girl in the cheetah print bikini right there?” I said. “Notice the guy who’s trailing her at a little bit of a distance? He never takes his eyes off her and is walking with her.” The woman was going from cabana to cabana flirting. “They’re just trying to scam drinks.”

“This is a fascinating sociological experiment,” Kat said, amused. “Inside the head of someone who’s just trying to get head.”

We laughed. Our waitress approached, and we ordered cocktails and a bottle of Champagne. The cabana provided welcome and necessary shade from the forceful Vegas sun. Kat positioned herself in a corner of the cabana and used the bullet.

“Oh yes,” she said as she inhaled sharply after doing two bumps in each nostril. “Let’s make the most of this last day!”

I inhaled a couple bumps, too, and we scanned the crowd, waiting for our drinks.

“Your turn,” I said. “Who’s catching your eye.”

“Him,” she said without hesitating, gesturing to a tall, heavily muscled man striding confidently past the pool and carrying a beer. His swim trunks were snug, he had a noticeable bulge, even from this distance. “He reminds me of...” Kat’s voice trailed away. The man turned, so she got a look at his face. “It can’t be. Okay, no it’s not.”

“Who?” I asked. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Sort of,” Kat said.

“There’s a story here,” I said. “Good or bad?”

“Good. And bad,” she said. “Well, sort of. I mean, good. But.”

“Maybe just tell me,” I offered.

The waitress returned with our cocktails, then she popped the Champagne. I never got tired of how the club waitresses, especially at the pool, made such a show of bending over directly in front of you to do simple tasks like pouring a drink or opening a bottle.

“I think you gave me pink-eye,” I joked with her before she left. I felt some tension from Kat and wanted to break it. I turned my eyes toward her.

“So there was this guy, Patrick, who I used to see in Vegas sometimes,” Kat began. “He was a model, and I don’t really know what he did for money. He was loaded. Kelly and I met him partying one time at the Cosmo. I was smitten with him -- he was just so pretty -- and I wasn’t subtle about it. Kelly paired off with one of his friends, and when we ran out of coke, he said he had some more in his room. I volunteered to go with him to get it.

“We both knew what was going to happen. When we got on the elevator, he told me to get on my knees and suck him. I thought about saying no, but I just felt the heat with him. I knew refusal wasn’t an option. So I did. We got to his room and found the coke and did some lines. And then he tossed me around like a rag doll for like an hour. Literally, he just manhandled me. I’ve never been fucked like that before or since.”

I had to adjust my swimsuit to hide my erection.

“Patrick had the biggest cock I’ve ever seen,” she said. She spoke slowly, emphasizing the sincerity of her words. “He knew how to use it. And he stayed hard like no one I’ve ever been with. He was rough. He was arrogant. He was inconsiderate. But I never told him no. To anything.”

She didn’t look at me as she spoke. She stared at the pool.

“Added a lot of volume to your iceberg, I’m assuming?” I said.

“He might have created the iceberg,” she said.

“Well let’s get to the juicy parts then,” I said.

“I don’t know where to start,” Kat said.

“Well, if he created the iceberg, what did he introduce to it?” I pushed.

“I am a super exhibitionist,” she confided. “He would say at any random moment, okay, suck my cock. And I would. Hallways. Bathrooms. Parking garages. One time under a table at STK steakhouse. I loved it. I didn’t care if someone saw me. I felt like my true self was the one on my knees with Patrick’s dick in my mouth.”

“That’s incredibly hot,” I assured her, putting a hand on her leg to remind her I was there.

“Also rough sex,” she said. “He never thought of my needs. He just ... he just used me. He never gave oral. He never asked permission. He just did. Oh my god, the first time he took my ass. I couldn’t walk right for three days. And I took so much pride that I could do it. It hurt, but I came every time.”

“Thanks for humoring me when I ‘trained’ you on anal then!” I said. “And keep going. I’m making a list here.”

She laughed and put her hand on mine. “The other big one,” she said and paused, “was ... group stuff.”

My eyebrows arched.

“It was like with anything else,” she said. “Patrick didn’t ask permission. He was from LA, but we only hung out in Vegas. One time, I was out here with him, and we were fucking in his room, and I guess he had dinner set up with some guy friends. He had invited them to his room for blow and drinks beforehand, and when they arrived, he was in the middle of fucking me. When they knocked, he just got up, let them in, and came back to fucking me. At first, he closed the door. I guess the friends were partying in the living room of the suite. He finished, threw on some clothes, and joined his friends. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I got dressed.

“When I came out to the living room, there were four other guys there. Patrick introduced me and said, hey, this is Kat, who wants a blowjob from her? He was so matter-of-fact about it. I never felt like I could say no. I blew all four of his friends. Right there. And it made me so wet. I’d never been more turned on in my life.”

“I’m in awe,” I said.

“After that? I was just available for him and his friends,” she said. One at a time. Two at a time very often. Three of them frequently. A few times even four or five. It lasted about six months, and we would come to Vegas every couple weeks. He called me his ‘party favor’. I’m not sure how many guys there were. So many of them were really hot, his model friends. And never any condoms. The entire period was amazing because I had never partied or fucked like that before. But it also became an addiction. I craved it. I was having a lot of one night stands back in LA trying to find a dick like Patrick’s. I’ve never found one.”

I was speechless. I drained my cocktail and poured some Champagne.

“I really miss multiple dicks,” Kat confessed. “I love being the center of attention. Now I worry about my privacy in a way I didn’t then, but I get off all the time thinking about the times Patrick would double penetrate me with a friend. I’ve never cum harder being passed around from dick to dick.”

She let it hang there. We were certainly making progress into the iceberg.