Chapter 7

Kat produced a stainless steel straw from a small makeup bag. It must have been her roadie kit. She rapidly inhaled one line, leaned her head back and sniffed again, then rubbed her nostril from the outside with a finger. She breathed in deeply. "This shit is so fucking pure," she said. "An old coworker can get the best blow. You'd like her."

I smiled. The possibilities already started to swim in my head. This iceberg was going to be full of fun surprises, I guessed.

She leaned back down, repeated the same ritual with the second line, and passed me the straw. It had been a few months. But in my life, coke had been around plenty from time to time, from college on. It was my sophomore year in college at a big state school, when I went to a party with a bunch of the cheerleading team, that I developed the coke fetish. They were all using it, snorting lines, doing bumps, body blows, you name it. It was so erotic. It seemed so freeing. And it was fun from time to time. Almost too fun.

I took both lines quickly. The rush hit fast. It was good shit. Kat's eyes were already slightly glassy, and she nearly attacked me. "I love fucking on coke," she said. "You better watch out."

"You weren't lying," I said between kisses. "This is good shit."

She undressed me and said, "One day I might introduce you. That's pretty deep into the iceberg."

We were flying, and it was exquisite being able to take my time. I took off her bra and panties. We were playing, but I turned serious. "I've been wanting to taste you so badly," I said.

In the bedroom, we made out with me on top of her for a while before I kissed my way down her neck, sucked her nipples to attention, and settled between her thighs. Her pussy lips were slick with arousal. I licked my lips.

"You want to know one of my secrets?" I said. "This is my absolute favorite thing in the world. I could eat a pretty pussy for an hour. I have eaten a pretty pussy for an hour. And taking my time eating you is the biggest reason I needed more time with you."

I dove in with one long, slow lick from the bottom of her lips to her clit. I flicked her clit twice, then flattened out my tongue and focused on slow strokes along the length of her pussy, diving in as deep as I could every few moments.

"I love that soft tongue," Kat breathed.

I continued my deliberate tongue work, noticing as she braced herself on her forearms as the pleasure rose in her. She tasted sweet, fresh, and clean. Her pussy had compact lips and was softly pink inside. Tight but not too small. I lightly inserted a finger, probing for hidden pleasure spots. She gasped when I pushed in all the way, then up toward her stomach. That was it. I focused on her clit now, using a firmer tongue, and explored the area at the back and top of her pussy. All I cared about was making her cum. Her breathing turned ragged, and I could feel her cresting as my pace increased. As her hips bucked into my face, I heard her erupt in honest moans and her pussy became even juicier. I refused to stop, redoubling my efforts, especially working my finger roughly upward inside her, and she came again. She jerked almost into a sit-up as she came, her hips continuing to jerk.

"What... what are you doing to me?" she panted.

She pushed me away from her face. I saw an almost shocked look of pleasure on her face. I moved above her, grinning. Kat was on fire with lust. We kissed.

"I don't know if I've ever cum like that," she said, her eyes not leaving mine.

"It's just the tip of the iceberg," I teased.

I cupped her breasts. They were perfect small handfuls with hard nipples. We laughed at my cheezy response then kept making out. Kat climbed on top of me, and I grabbed her ass. She ground her pelvis against me, and I could feel her pussy's wetness spreading over my groin and thighs. I pulled her chest toward me and sucked her nipple into my mouth, first one and then the other. I ran my hands up her thighs, dipping a finger between them to gather her wetness on a finger, and gently circled her asshole. She didn't clench her cheeks at all.

"Not yet," she said. "Give me a minute."

Kat hopped off the bed and returned a moment later with the cocaine. "I want a line off your cock," she said. "Body blows are so much fun."

I moved to the edge of the bed. She shook her head. "No, stand up," she said. I obeyed. She got on her knees and cupped my balls and jerked by cock to hardness with little effort. I was throbbing and straining. With a small coke spoon I hadn't seen before, she scooped a generous amount onto my erection. It was a thick line. She picked up the straw and looked up at me with puppy dog eyes full of mischief.

"Did you ever dream the traffic girl was going to be your good little coke whore?" she said softly.

I didn't have time to respond before she greedily inhaled the line off my cock, then lasciviously licked the last crystals of coke from my shaft before swallowing my cock in one gulp. Kat sucked cock like a pro. She left strings of spit when she pulled her head off. She jerked my lubed up shaft in unison with her effortless deepthroating. And she almost made my knees buckle when she started sucking my heavy balls. I put my hands behind her head and started moving her head gently. She leaned back on her knees a bit and put her hands down.

"Face fuck me," she begged.

I put a hand behind each of her ears and started rhythmically moving my cock in and out of her mouth. Every few strokes, I'd hold her head deep, making her nose press against my pelvis until she gagged. She was liberal with her spit and sounds, exaggerating the gagging and pushing her head back against my hands to increase the speed.

This continued for a few minutes before Kat pushed back hard enough to pull her mouth off my cock, with a loud slurp.

"You should feel how wet you've made me," she said.

She stood up, and I could see how soaked her lips and inner thighs were.

"You are such a cocksucking slut," I said.

"I am. I love sucking dick so much," she said. "Lie down."

She renewed her blow job with enthusiasm I'd rarely seen. There was an adoration about it. The honest enthusiasm of a true oral sex artist was always something to behold. And Kat was exceptional. It wasn't long before I knew I was about to cum. I warned her. She sped up, moving her head up and down effortlessly. I closed my eyes as things seemed to blur into blackness. She gripped my balls just as the first spurt arrived, clamping her mouth down over my erupting cock. It pumped five, six, seven times, all into her willing and waiting mouth. For a moment, I felt completely spent.

"Jesus," I sighed.

Kat's coke-wild eyes stared back at me. She had held my cum in her mouth and showed it to me like a medal, then swallowed it like a reward. Then she enthusiastically bounced next to me in bed.

"I love cum almost as much as sucking dick," she said. "You have no idea."

My cock was already stirring again. She was insatiable. She was like me. And her kinks were completely in line with mine.

"You are checking some serious boxes for me," I said. "You have no idea. A coke whore. A cumslut. What's next?" I honestly couldn't believe my good fortune. Not since Jess... I stopped the thought in its tracks.

"How about some Champagne?" I suggested. "I'll order room service, too. I don't want to pass the point of being able to function."

She nestled her head into the crook of my neck. "That sounds perfect," she said. "I brought an eight-ball. But I need something in my stomach."

"Oh, that wasn't a big enough load for you?" I teased. I got up to get a bottle of Champagne.

"There is never enough cum," she said seductively. She was in a hyper-sexual zone.

The Champagne opened with that most pleasing "Pop!" I picked up the phone to call room service. "Nachos?" I asked Kat, who still languished nude on the bed. Her nipples poked up prominently. I could see the glisten of moisture on her mound.

"Yes!" she said. "I love junk food when I'm partying."

I ordered and brought her a glass of bubbly. We clinked glasses, drank, and kissed.

"The food will be here in about twenty minutes," I said.

"Just enough recovery time," she said.

I brought us robes, and we drank the Champagne. Kat moved the coke supplies into the bathroom. She really was careful. We chatted and waited for room service.

"How'd you get into the party scene?" I asked.

"I spent a couple years in LA after college, working for a TV station," she said. "My hours were always early morning or late night. I was pretty straight in college, you know, the occasional cigarette and some weed. But in LA it was everywhere, like adderall probably is for a lot of people. My mentor there said it was her secret. I tried it. I loved it. She showed me how to... control it isn't the right description. Manage it, maybe? I don't have a super addictive personality, but what I like? I like."

I told her my college introduction story, and we swapped some more of our adventures. She had more of a wild streak than I would have expected. Her time in LA was full of one-nighters, parties, and even a threesome with a well-known actor and his wife. She told me how her LA mentor had left the business to become a trophy wife to an older, wealthy finance type. They stayed in touch, and she would take a girls' trip to LA to visit her once or twice a year, where they would revisit their younger days, and that largely scratched her wild side itch.