Chapter 29

Author’s Note: Time to wrap up Vegas and get back to Houston to get Kat married, and let’s see where that takes our cheating couple after that. Thanks for reading!

I was still playing with house money on this trip, and I owed my Wynn host, so I camped out at a $500 per hand blackjack table. I was alone and enjoyed chatting with the dealer. The play was choppy, and I didn’t stray far from even. I had a couple drinks and looked at my watch after every hand. It surprised me to be this anxious after Kat had texted me the envelope contained $1,000.

The idea to set Kat up to play escort for an hour had hit me out of the blue but seemed brilliant, so my first instinct was to ask my host at the Wynn if he had any players in town who needed some recreational fun. He had procured girls for me several times. As luck would have it, a retired athlete had requested companionship that afternoon, which worked out perfectly. This was a known player, set up by someone I could trust and had done business with for a few years, yet I was nervous. And I was nervous because I worried something might go wrong, and I couldn’t live with myself if that happened to Kat. These feelings had lay dormant in me for so long that they seemed foreign.

I looked at my watch again. It was 4:40 p.m. About twenty minutes to go. I felt someone walking behind me and downed the rest of my drink. I was about to turn and order another one from the cocktail waitress when I felt a hand reach around my chest and a burst of yellow fabric greeted me as I felt a pair of lips on mine.

“Hi babe!” Kat said and sat down next to me.

“You’re early!” I exclaimed.

She looked at me and bit her lip. Her makeup was still immaculate. Her hair shone luxuriously. My eyes met hers with warmth. We hugged, and she whispered, “You need to take me somewhere and fuck me right now.”

I cashed out, and we held hands, walking rapidly through the casino.

“I don’t care where it is,” Kat said, “but I need your dick inside me so bad. You have no idea.”

“I take it you had fun?” I asked, my heart thumping.

“I’m not going to tell you anything until you cum inside me,” she said.

I desperately tried to think of a spot at the Wynn for a quickie. Nothing came to mind, so I guided Kat to the parking garage. We took the elevator to the roof, then found a stairwell. Kat pulled up her sundress and ran two fingers across her pussy lips. They were dripping with juices, which she played with as she moved her fingers back and forth, showing me the strings stretching one way and then the other.

I unbuckled my pants hurriedly, and Kat pulled me to her with her back against the wall. She wrapped a leg around me and desperately guided me inside her. We fucked at a white-hot, blistering pace. Neither of us could speak coherently, until finally Kat panted, “I’m your whore now.” Our lips mashed together. We didn’t relent for what seemed like an eternity but couldn’t have been more than two or three minutes.

My orgasm hit me like a lightning bolt, and I emptied myself into her, pinning her harder against the wall with my hips.

“Yes!” Kat hissed as I filled her cunt.

We collapsed into one another and quickly put ourselves back together.

“That was so hot!” she said. We returned to the casino, settling in for a drink at the Parasol Down.

“It’ll be hotter if I tell you somewhere public, won’t it?” Kat had suggested. “I want to watch you squirm.”

“So you did enjoy it,” I said. It was a statement.

We sat at a table along the railing, next to the Lake of Dreams.

“I didn’t know what to expect at first,” she said excitedly. “It was awfully overwhelming. And you didn’t give me much notice or a choice.”

“If you want to swim, sometimes you just have to get thrown into the deep end,” I said.

“I thought about bailing,” she confessed. “Just killing the hour and coming back to find you. But I closed my eyes, collected myself, and thought, okay, if you trust him, nothing bad is going to happen. So I got on the elevator.”

“And?” I asked.

“He was gorgeous,” she said, “and a total gentleman. I confirmed his name, and, just like you said, he handed me the envelope. I excused myself to the restroom and counted it, which you know, and when I came back into the room, he was lying naked on the bed.”

“Did you use condoms?” I asked.

“Two of them,” she said and gave a casual giggle, “but let’s not get ahead of things. He was very direct, but he had a very fit body. I was comfortable immediately. He told me to undress, and I did, then he wanted me to suck his dick. He was clean and tasted good, so it made it easy to be enthusiastic. He was polite and relaxed but also firmly in control. It made me wet.”

“Did you cum?” I asked.

“Let me tell the story,” Kat said. “It wasn’t long before he wanted to fuck, so I put on a condom and rode him. And he came super fast. Like a teenager fast. So we talked and kissed, and he got me a water and fixed me a drink. Then he asked if I was okay with a second round, and I said sure. He said I wasn’t like the girls he usually met, and I told him I hoped I wasn’t because I didn’t want him to see me as just another girl. He put me doggy style on the edge of the bed, and he stood up and fucked me from behind and came again in maybe ten minutes? And that was it. He gave me a $300 tip and said he hoped to see me again.”

“Wow,” I said, unable to muster any other words. My cock was painfully hard in my pants again.

“I guess I was surprised at how transactional it was,” Kat observed. “At the same time, we only had an hour, and you don’t really have time to waste. I liked it. I liked the power. Even though I was just there to be used. He was so excited I was there for him. That made me feel like I had the power. But, no, I didn’t cum.”

“I think I have the power,” I said, looking at her directly.

She blinked. “You’re right,” she said. “You do. I’m a whore. I’m a whore for you.”

“And? How does that make you feel?” I inquired.

“Exhilarated,” she said. “It was the biggest thrill I’ve ever had. It’s the best, naughtiest secret I can think of.”

“I was almost sorry I did it,” I said. “But I was so turned on in the moment.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she said. “I loved it. It was such an adrenaline shot. It was like cocaine in another form.”

“I thought you didn’t want to fuck other guys,” I said.

“I don’t,” she said. “This wasn’t about fucking another guy. This was for you. This was work. I got paid.” She smiled her TV smile.

“Do you want to do it again?” I asked.

“I don’t see how I could,” she said. “But it was fun this once.”

“I love you,” I said, and I really meant it.

“I love you, too,” she said. “So how are we going to top this the rest of the day?”

“For once, I’m really not sure,” I said, and we laughed.

We took the limo back to the Bellagio. I couldn’t keep my hands off Kat as we rode. I wanted to dominate her. Show her who owned her. And, as I thought about why, I realized I viewed this as a test. Did she really want to marry James? Or if I made enough grand gestures, pushed enough correct buttons, maybe she would pick me? The thought gave me chills because it led to the question of, did I want her to pick me? And why?

“Baby, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you so horny,” she said as I pawed at her dress and kissed her neck. “You like it when I’m daddy’s whore?”

I growled in response.

“Why don’t you use me like your personal whore the rest of the day then?” she continued. “Get me coked up and use me however you think your whore should be used.”

She straddled my thighs and threw her hair around her shoulders with a flick of her neck. Her eyes were playful. My hands pushed underneath her dress. The familiar skin so soft, yet her body firm and in wedding dress shape. Her nipples were hard between my fingers. A flush of red crept up her neckline. She was as turned on as I was.

The walk back to the villa was interminable. We kept stopping to make out. I’d push Kat against the walls of the hall and manhandle her. I hadn’t felt this level of desire in years. When we finally walked inside our room, I pushed Kat to her knees and demanded she suck me. She greedily took off my pants and complied, looking up at me and maintaining eye contact as she gave me a wet, intense blow job that focused on long strokes up and down my shaft.

I threw my head back and grabbed her hair. “You are the best cocksucking slut,” I told her. She didn’t stop her ministrations. She only grunted. She was trying to get me off as fast as she could. I wouldn’t let her.

“Not so fast,” I said. “My whore needs to be a coke whore.”