Chapter 21

Author’s Note: There’s some truth and reality here for our foursome as we wrap up the ranch weekend. Hopefully you enjoy it. We’re back to Houston next.

“You might want to go shower off,” Juliet suggested after our intense anal threesome had wrapped up. “That’s what I’m going to do. I might even grab a nap. That was fantastically fun.”

As with almost every comment from our Hollywood friends that weekend, it wasn’t phrased as a question or suggestion. It was an order. The feeling that there were pre-planned forces at work, pulling the strings on everything occurring at the ranch during our visit. Still, a shower with Rita was never a bad idea, so we went to our room and washed off.

It was a slow, sensual shower, with a lot of extra and unnecessary soap used. And we mixed in plenty of kissing.

“I don’t know why, but I feel so naughty this weekend,” Rita said at one point, as the steam billowed around us.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you do so many dirty things at once,” I said.

“It feels right,” she said. “I don’t think you could say I was under-sexed before we got here, but I know that’s what I’m acting like!”

“Do you want to fuck Stephen?” I asked.

“It’s not happening this weekend,” Rita said. “I’m having too much fun exploring other things.”

“Okay,” I said.

“And Juliet Lawson! Oh my god!” she exclaimed. “If you had told me that even a month ago, I would have laughed you out of the room! She is so hot. That was a huge highlight. I can’t believe it.”

We dried off and didn’t bother to put on clothes again. It seemed superfluous. We held hands and made our way back to the great room.

“I wouldn’t mind a couple lines as a pick-me-up,” Rita said.

We turned the corner and were stunned at the scene before us. We had only been gone half an hour. But that was long enough for the great room to turn into a pleasure dungeon. My eyes caught Kat first. She was on the kitchen island, her legs splayed by a spreader bar, which fastened at her ankles. Her wrists also were cuffed to it. She was nude and laughing as Stephen teased her feet with a feather.

“You’re going to love this, Kat,” Kelly said, looking up from a sea of lines that were cut on the far end of the large slab of marble. “The first time Stephen teased me like this? I squirted like a fountain. He’s a master.”

“I need a master,” Kat said, with an odd combination of lust and laughter in her voice.

On the opposite half of the island, Jess was restrained in a different fashion. It was a device I’d never seen before. Her ankles and wrists were cuffed by red leather straps. Those straps extended to her neck, where a thick collar wrapped around it and provided the central tension point for the restraints. If Jess tried to push her legs back down? It would choke her tighter. If she pushed her wrists forward? The collar would force her legs to push lower toward her chest, opening up her ass and pussy widely.

“Peter, aren’t you going to feed me a little coke before you use my ass?” Jess said, a broad smile on her face.

“I am!” Peter said with his signature laugh. “Just the way you like it!”

We looked on as Peter sprinkled a large spoonful of coke over Jess’s asshole. Then he reached for a butt plug, which was shiny with lube, and inserted it. Jess groaned initially, then cried out.

“Fuck!” she said. “That is so nice!”

Neither Rita nor I had moved. This isn’t what we had expected to stumble into, but we couldn’t stop looking.

“I never knew bondage could be so sexy,” Rita whispered to me.

“Want to try something?” I asked.

“I think so,” she said. “But I don’t know where to start.”

“The restraints on our bed are always a good spot,” I suggested. “Maybe all three of us, with you tied up.”

Rita grabbed my hand because her knees went weak at the thought.

“Can we go home right now?” she asked.

“No,” I said and kissed her. “We’ve got some fun to have here first.”

Kelly approached us with a small silver tray.

“Goodies?” she asked with a broad smile.

Her nipples were hard and, I noticed, slightly raw. Rita deferred to me, and I took a couple quick lines.

“This was a surprise to walk in on,” Rita said to Kelly.

“Feel flattered,” Kelly said. “Stephen doesn’t let down his guard like this. He has to feel utterly comfortable. I think he likes all of you.”

“I didn’t realize he had such a dominant streak,” I said.

Rita took her turn with the mirror, and she inhaled four lines. I hadn’t ever seen her in such a mood to party.

“Yes you did,” Kelly said. “If you think about it hard. But I may have nudged him a little. You and I both know Kat enjoys this sometimes. And when she gets it? She likes it a lot.”

“That’s true,” I said.

“Looks like Rita and I may have to have Juliet and you for fun this evening,” I said, only half-joking.

“That’s exactly what we’re going to do,” she said.

Kelly helped herself to two lines and then added, “And let me tell you a secret. Juliet has a strap-on she’s been dying to try out.”

Rita and I exchanged glances. I could see the trepidation get drowned out by excitement.

“Do you want to?” I said to her.

“That’s a rhetorical question,” Rita said.

But Juliet wasn’t here for the moment. So we entertained ourselves with what we had before us. Stephen had opened up, I realized. With Kat positioned on the spreader bar, her feet hung over the edge of the counter. He put little bumps of coke just above her toes and snorted them, then eagerly licked up the remnants. I hadn’t taken him for a foot fetishist.

“Can I have a bump, Stephen?” Kat asked in a pleading tone.

Kelly was about to oblige and hold some under her nose, when Stephen intervened.

“Right here,” he ordered, pointing at Kat’s asshole. “Anal only tonight. Her pussy is for her boyfriend today.” He glanced at me with a grin.

Kelly obeyed, scooping a generous amount of white powder onto Kat’s fully exposed asshole. The spreader bar did an incredible job of exposing both her holes. Her pussy, smooth and puffy, sparkled with arousal. The angle made her juices flow down over her asshole, giving the bleached brown, crinkled hole an inviting wetness. That moisture let the coke stick to her in a happy, snowy mound. Stephen wasted no time. He put his huge, bulbous head at the comparatively tiny entrance to Kat’s ass, lining up carefully. Then he entered her slowly, pushing as much of the coke as possible just barely into her anus, where it would absorb most quickly.

“Oh my fuck!” Kat cried. “This is delicious!”

Stephen pulled out, some coke still on his cock head. He spit on Kat’s asshole and inserted the tip again, the remainder of the white powder disappearing. Suddenly, Kat turned and looked at me. Her eyes were on fire, a look all too familiar to me.

“I love you, daddy,” she said. “I love you for letting me do this. For letting me be your Kitty Kat. Fuck! I love all three of you!”

Stephen put a stop to her romantic interlude by plunging his cock all the way in Kat’s ass and wrapping a hand firmly around her neck. Kat gasped, and her begging eyes stared up at the movie star.

Kelly, in the meantime, had returned and stood between Rita and me. She let her right hand drop to my cock and fondled my balls lightly. Her left hand gently glided over Rita’s stomach and slowly ambled down toward her pubic mound. Our attention was drawn now to the other side of the island, where Jess was testing the limits of the harness Peter had secured her in. She had tried to put her legs down as fully as possible, only to cause the collar to tighten and cause her to gasp as it choked her tightly.

“This is so fun,” Jess said hoarsely. “I feel like I could cum just from this!”

Peter had produced a flog and began to use it on Jess’s ass. The predominant effect of his strikes against her beautifully mounded cheeks was her reflexive movement of her legs down, causing the collar to tighten its grip on her neck. Peter took true delight in this.

“Have you ever explored the intersection of pain and pleasure?” Kelly asked Rita quietly.

Rita, totally mesmerized by the scene before us – Stephen giving Kat a coke-laden, rough anal fucking and Peter pushing Jess’s desire to new heights with his flog – could only shake her head. Kelly’s fingers glided over Rita’s smooth, pink pussy lips, which were dotted with moisture.

“John has some experience with it,” Kelly said. “Kat has told me.”

She glanced at me with a sly grin. I hadn’t known Kat had shared that dark side with her. The undertone of this weekend being a power play washed over me again. Hollywood called the shots here. We were merely players in their game. Willing players. This was an intimacy with fame we had never dreamed of.

An earthquake of an orgasm washed over Kat, and Jess begged Peter to flog her harder. I was tired of watching. I wanted to play. My hand wandered over Kelly’s ass, and I reminded myself what a beautiful physical specimen she was. Her body was firmer than I remembered. She smiled as she felt me dig between her cheeks. I drank in the profile of Rita’s face at the same time. Her eyes were riveted on the famous fuckfest taking place before our eyes. Her nose sloped gently down to her full lips, which were slightly parted.

“Let’s go make our own fun,” Kelly said.

Wordlessly, Rita and I followed her out of the kitchen and back toward the bedrooms. Kelly had her head transfixed on her phone until we opened the door of the room where, apparently, she had nominally been staying for the weekend. Her suitcase wasn’t even unpacked. Rita held my hand, her breathing even but heavy. I could feel the heat radiating from her body. She was as turned on as I was.

“Rita, I have to confess,” Kelly said, “I’ve been wanting to do a line off your tits so badly. They’re exquisite. Do you mind?”