Chapter 228

But part of me sensed the possibility for something more, something that I could use as a jealousy lever if I needed to.

My thoughts were interrupted, however, when Rita pushed the medicine plunger she had prepared with a water-cocaine solution into my hand. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the bedroom. Seductively, she crawled onto the bed, ass high in the air.

"Give me that coke, baby," she said, "and wreck this ass. You've made me an anal-craving slut."

I smiled. Rita Johnson, Houston's bombshell weather girl, spread her ass cheeks for me. I was going to make her mine, I resolved. If Kat or Jess went off the rails, I would distract myself by seeing just how far I could push Rita down the road of debauchery.

At some point that night, I slept. But it wasn't until after I had put four loads of cum up Rita's ass and a fifth in her pussy. That final orgasm took place in the shower, as we cleaned up and let the stea