Chapter 18

Author’s note: Thank you for your reading, voting, and comments. We’re moving into the next phase for Kat and John. But there is a lot more to go and a lot of fun ahead!

The day started out innocently enough. Or, well, not innocently. Nothing between Kat and I had been innocent. In retrospect, I should have figured out something was about to happen. Maybe I was thinking with my little head. It was hard not to. And coupled with the fact that work had been busy, I wasn’t as sharp as I’d normally be to notice something looming on the horizon.

It was spring, and things with our affair had been humming along smoothly. Kat and I played two or three times a week. We had taken a weekend trip to Austin together a few weeks earlier, which preceded a particularly busy time at work for both of us. So it was nice to connect and fuck our brains out for two days. As work settled down, we fell back into our routine.

On this Friday afternoon, Kat wanted me to come over before date night with her boyfriend, which had become a favorite activity. I enjoyed having her first, so she went out with her man used. I called it making her “pre-satisfied.” It was wicked. It was exciting, and it turned on both of us. We were supposed to rendezvous at 2 p.m., before James picked her up at 6 p.m. for drinks and dinner, but she got caught up editing a story, and I didn’t arrive until 3:30.

Kat was in great spirits but was rushing about a little when I arrived. She had set up a medicine plunger with a booty bump for me to give her. We liked to include coke in our weekend foreplay. I obliged and let her melt into my arms, and we kissed as the cocaine high took hold of her.

“I’m so horny, baby,” she told me. “I’ve been craving your dick.”

“It’s missed you, Kitty Kat,” I said. “The other sluts just don’t satisfy me.” We laughed. My other playmates had become a punchline.

“I want to be dirty,” Kat said. “We’re going to Tony’s tonight.” She referenced an old standard in Houston fine dining. “I feel like going somewhere stuffy means I should be extra dirty with you.”

I kissed her and let my hands roam her body. Her skin was warm and like satin to the touch. Her moist lips let hot, sensual breath from her mouth. I could smell the arousal flowing from between her legs. “What are you thinking?” I asked, as I nibbled her ear.

“Do you think I’m worthy of a load in my pussy and my ass today?” she said and looked up to me with plaintive eyes.

“I never tell a slut no,” I said.

We spent more time than usual on preliminaries, kissing and enjoying each other’s bodies unhurriedly. I did a line from just above her pussy lips. I savored the responsiveness of her nipples. I nestled my cock between her pussy lips and marveled at how wet she got my shaft as I stroked it up and down without entering her. By the time I finally fucked her and came in her pussy, it was after 5 p.m.

“Shit,” I said as I rolled off her, “you’ve got less than an hour.”

“Just a dress and makeup,” Kat said casually. “It won’t take me that long.”

“I should clear out so you can do that,” I said.

“Oh no you don’t, mister,” she said. “You promised me a load in my ass, too.” She formed two more lines for herself and snorted eagerly.

I felt my cock stir just at the thought of cutting it close. Her boyfriend would arrive, and the cum would still be hot as it leaked into her panties.

“Suck me,” I said.

Kat sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me to her, also positioning my hands behind her head. I took the hint. I glided in and out of her mouth, making her gag at regular intervals. Her coke-possessed eyes watered. Her ability to get and keep me hard was remarkable. It had been more than a year since we started fucking, and every time I felt like I had the stamina of a teenager. My desire for Kat seemed unending.