Slutry Confessions. Book 3

“Not every girl is a fuckmeat cum dumpster like me,” she said with singsong sweetness.

Jess and I exchanged a glance, and she mouthed a “wow” at me. We couldn’t believe what a gem we had stumbled upon. Christy pushed past us and put her hands down on the table, bending over to offer me her ass.

“I don’t need lube,” she said matter-of-factly. “And I don’t care if you make it hurt. I just want to be used.”

I smiled at her and smacked her ass roughly a few times, eliciting happy groans from her. As I adjusted her hips and then lined up my cock with her hairless, light brown asshole, Jess gently touched my arm. I turned toward her. She kissed me.

“See, my love,” she whispered, “even with Kat and Rita pregnant, I’m going to make sure we have our fun.”

My meeting with Petey was smoother than ever. We wrapped up in time to have dinner, where Jess and Alix joined us. We went to Spago, which always seemed to call us when we were in LA. It quickly became clear that Petey and Alix had gotten pretty cozy during her short time in the City of Angels. The more time I spent with Petey, the more I liked him. He had all the charm and charisma of his late father without the misogyny. It made it much easier to do business with him, among other things.

After dinner, Petey and Alix invited us to go to whatever the latest hot nightclub opening was, but Jess and I declined. It had been a long day, and we both were looking forward to some down time. We went back to Kelly’s house and opened a bottle of Champagne. Even in absentia, Kelly was the consummate host, ensuring that her fridge and wine cooler remained stocked.

"Nice work with Christy," I said, clinking my glass against Jess’s after we sat down on the luxurious sofa.

"She wanted to do it," Jess said. "She just needed the right guidance. And not to be pressured. She had to think it was her own decision."

"I can’t imagine she won’t set LA on fire," I said.

"Do you want to Facetime with Kat and Rita?" Jess suggested.

"Yes!" I agreed instantly.

She dialed Kat, but it was Rita who picked up on the first ring.

"Hey you two!" she called.

"You look gorgeous!" Jess said. "How are you feeling?"

"Amazing!" Rita said. "I just came so hard." She laughed.

The video stream went blurry and shook, and Kat came into view, wiping her face and grinning at us.

"Hey!" she cried. "Just a couple horny pregnant sluts here!"

"Oh my god, that was so good," Rita said, taking the phone back. "I needed it so badly."

"I’m so upset we’re missing this!" I said. "But I’m glad you’re feeling good!"

"I miss you," Rita said. "Love you both so much."

She disappeared from the screen but Kat popped up.

"Oh, fuck, Rita," Kat moaned. "I love you guys, too. Go have some fun tonight."

"I think we’ll just have a quiet one," I said. "We can’t wait to come home."

"Okay, John," Kat said, her breath short, and it was obvious Rita was going down on her now. "But say hi to Juliet for us!"

"Huh?" I said, but Kat had ended the call already.

"Hi, girl!" Jess said, and I whipped my head around.

"Juliet!" I cried. "What are you doing here?"

I felt like I had said that a dozen times recently.

"Hi, babe," Juliet said and put her hands on either side of my head when I stood up and walked to her. She kissed me deeply. It took my breath away.

"Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!" she said.

"Hey, Juliet," Jess said, standing up and smiling. "It’s so nice to see you!"

The two girls hugged, and then my eyes nearly popped out of my head when the hug turned into a smoldering, tongue-filled kiss.

"Come on, John," Juliet said. "Why don’t you come make love to us?"

She extended her hand and led me up the stairs. Jess followed behind us. I hadn’t even noticed how casually dressed Juliet was, in yoga pants and a loose-fitting top. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and it didn’t matter. She was still enchanting. Her hand was warm and delicate in mine, yet conveyed strength.

At the top of the stairs, we broke toward one of the guest rooms. I did a double take when I saw six lines of cocaine already laid out on a mirror on the bedside table.

"Surprise," Jess whispered, standing right behind me when I turned around so she could give me a kiss.

"Up to your old tricks, I see, my love," I said and our lips melted together.

When we broke our embrace, Juliet was naked. She had her hands on her hips and a grin on her face.

"Thanks for inviting me, Jess," she said, her nipples crinkling in the cold air conditioning. "I’m really glad we get to spend some time together."

Jess answered by walking to her, her gait elegant as ever. Jess had worn a silky, shimmering mini-dress to dinner that now fell to the ground lazily like the airy plastic wrapping a toy.

"I like spending time with you, Juliet," she said, and they kissed again.

I stared like a paralyzed teenager. Juliet appeared strikingly submissive to Jess, who was the aggressor. Juliet moaned as Jess tweaked her nipples with her fingers and as Jess moved her mouth down her neck. I took the opportunity to strip, too, and walk over to them. When they felt my presence, they took a step back and giggled.

"I’m so horny," Juliet said.

"Let me get him ready for you, sweetie," Jess said.

She dropped to her knees and, hands behind her back, engulfed my cock with her mouth. It only took seconds before I stood at full erection, and Jess was nearly gagging when she took me into her throat. As she awaited her turn, Juliet helped herself to two lines of coke. She had a casual, Hollywood manner about snorting cocaine that made it seem like it was part of her DNA. Then she turned back toward us and tapped Jess on the shoulder.