Chapter 4

I knew Jess wanted me to test out all three of Kelsey's holes. And I had a hunch, too, she wanted to know from me just how rough she liked it. So I wrapped Kelsey's long, dirty blonde hair around my fist and tugged her out of bed, dragging her across the room to an armchair that sat in front of the seating area in front of the television. She kicked her legs and screamed.

"Yes! Fucking use me, you bastard!" Kelsey yelled.

I pushed her over the side of the chair, having already decided to give her something she claimed to like. I shoved my cock straight up her unlubed ass. I didn't coat it in her pussy juice first. I just entered her in one firm, dry stroke. It was a challenge to get inside her, but I used my strength to ensure it forced its way to the bottom of her anus. Kelsey shrieked in pain, but the only words that came out of her mouth portrayed pleasure.

"Don't stop because you're going to make me cum," she said. "Fuck, you are thick. You're getting the hang of this."

I wanted her to shut up. I put both hands around her neck, squeezing tightly and using that leverage to force my cock in and out of her ass. She whimpered and smiled. This is exactly how she wanted it. I began to truly believe that. I kept up the pile-driver act on her ass and the choking until she began to fight against it. When I backed off, she erupted into an orgasm that shook the walls. As it backed off, I pulled out of her ass, letting it gape. It was raw and red.

"Clean me off, slut," I said.

Without batting an eye, Kelsey got on her knees and sucked my cock clean.

"That was good," she said hoarsely. "You're a quick learner."

"Shut up," I said. There was something in her manner that made it easy to hate fuck her.

I put a hand over her pussy mound and pushed her toward the wall. There, I picked her up and began to piston mercilessly in and out of her cunt, slamming her into the wall with enough force that her back likely would be bruised. But she never once complained. She only egged me on, telling me to give it to her harder.

Fucking that rough, however, wasn't going to get me off. It wasn't my style. So I made her get on her knees and blow me to finish. It was pornstar-style oral. She sucked, licked, and gagged. Her eyes were bloodshot and watery. Her face was a mess of smeared makeup and spit. Finally, I grabbed a fistful of hair in each hand and face-fucked her until the moment before I was going to cum.

"Take it on your face, slut," I said, pulling out and not even attempting to direct the eruption of semen that shot out of my cock. I let it fly into her hair. Across her eyelids. On her cheeks. In her mouth. I crudely wiped the tip across her upper lip, smearing the last of cum on her face.

She leaned back onto her feet and gave a satisfied coo when I finished.

"Get dressed and get the fuck out," I said.

"So, yeah, um, Jess said I'm supposed to wait for her?" Kelsey said.

"Ah," I said, pausing. "Okay. Don't put on clothes. Just sit in the living room. Don't clean up anything. I want her to see you."

"You did good," she said, trying to open her eyes slightly, but they were effectively glued shut by cum. "Took you a minute to warm up. You didn't think I really liked it that rough."

"You're right," I said. "Not totally my comfort zone."

"Maybe next time you'll try to see how far I'll go," she said, still striking a flirtatious tone. I was impressed with her honesty.

"You're getting a thumbs-up from me," I said.

"I'm just one of those girls," she said. "I don't cum unless I'm degraded. It's so fucking sexy to me."

"Let me guess, you're like an accountant in real life," I joked.

"How'd you know?" she said.

"Seriously?" I said.

"Seriously," Kelsey said. "Business formal Monday through Friday. Hair in a bun. Glasses. On the weekends? Dirty little submissive pain slut."

"Jesus," I whistled. "You're like an office wet dream."

"The dorks I work with would shit their pants if they knew what I liked," she said.

We were interrupted by the closing of car doors. Jess was back with Kat. My heart skipped a beat. Jess walked in the front door with a wide grin on her face.

"Well, well, well," she said, seeing Kelsey naked and used on the couch. "Someone looks like she had a good time."

"She passed with flying colors, I'd say," I told her.

"Good!" Jess said happily. "But she is only the second-most-used slut in this house. Check this out."

Jess walked into the foyer and let Kat enter behind her. I could see the hickeys on her neck from where I sat. Her makeup was almost as much of a wreck as her hair. Her dress had been torn and now barely covered her breasts. There was a sheen of cum across her neck and upper chest.

I wolf-whistled at her. Kat smiled proudly.

"Look who's a real whore now," she said.

The final week of work for Kat was an excruciating waiting game. She collected farewells and kudos from her coworkers and local fans, especially on social media. I had a difficult time looking at her Instagram, which was such a sales job of wholesome happiness, it was completely divorced from the reality she lived on a daily basis with Jess and me. Still, I was happy for her. And I was excited. Almost as excited as she was.

"I'm so anxious to be done!" Kat exclaimed as I drove her to work on her final Friday. It was 4 a.m., and she planned to arrive early for breakfast with her co-anchors.

"Do you remember that first morning we met?" I asked.

"I'll never forget it," she said sincerely.

"It was one of the best days of my life," I said. "How's your butt feeling?"

"Satisfied," she said devilishly. Not half an hour before, I had filled her ass with a wickedly large load of cum and then put a butt plug inside her to seal it in. Our anal sex had been preceded by a booty bump, which left her appropriately energized to deliver the morning traffic.

"When you're on the air with a plug in has always been my favorite," I said.

"I know," she said breezily. "You like it almost as much as I do."

"Have you decided how you'll sign off?" I asked.

"It's a surprise," she said.

"Even to me?" I asked, sarcastically incredulous.

"You better tune in," she said. "It'll be live, local ... late-breaking!"

We laughed. When I pulled up to the studio, Kat leaned across the center console of the Maserati and kissed me goodbye.

"What?" I asked, as she lingered a bit too long.

"You know why I'm so excited?" she said.

"Because it's your last day of work?" I offered.

"Silly," she said. "About six hours from now? I'm not going to be the traffic girl anymore. The only job I'll have? Is being a whore."

She laughed and closed the door. I watched her ass, crammed into a seductive red dress, confidently swaying as she walked away. I smiled, thinking about the cum sloshing around inside her.

At home, Jess had woken up and made coffee. We watched the broadcast together, my fingers playing with her cunt absent-mindedly off and on for a couple hours, edging her but nothing more. We passed a THC vape pen back and forth from time to time. Kat beamed each time she was on camera. It was a love-fest sending her off. And, just like that, it was time for her final segment. She offered a brief goodbye and, as was customary, the lead anchor asked what her post-TV plans were.

"I'm just going to settle down," Kat said. She flashed her left hand and we saw that, for the first time, she had worn her engagement ring from me on-air. "You can't plug your life with too much work." She broke into her TV smile one final time, and Jess and I burst out laughing. The ring and the plug joke all in one fell swoop. It made me inordinately pleased.

"They're having cake, and then I was going to take her to lunch with Rita," I said. "Do you want to join us? I made the reservation for four."

"I'm already planning on it," Jess said with a smile.

"You're up to something," I said.

"Let's just say I don't want Kat to be out of work for too long," she said with mischievous eyes.

"Don't tease me," I said.

"I'll only say this," Jess said. "It won't be a tease."

"Mysterious!" I said, dripping with sarcasm.

"Come shower with me," she said. "I want one of those rough, stoned fucks you like so much."

The shower at the new house was ideal for sex. It had a long bench along the rear wall and six shower heads. It was easy to either let one of the girls ride me or bend them over the bench, taking the common logistical discomforts out of shower sex.

I gave Jess what she wanted: hard, fast, and rough. It was easy while I was stoned, and that morning I was enchanted watching my cock push in and out of her pussy. The tight lips strained against my width, and the hot water beat down on her back as she bent over. When I got close to orgasm, Jess spun around and got on her knees, closing her eyes to keep the water from stinging them.

"On my face," she instructed.

My load was fairly modest, barely hitting Jess's skin before being washed away by the potent stream of hot water from the shower. Still, she licked her lips and hopped up with a smile.

"Thanks, love," she said. "My client today isn't someone who would appreciate my cunt being full of cum already."

"He just likes you freshly fucked?" I said.

She laughed and shushed me. "We won't say anything about that," she said.

I was desperately curious about what was up. Jess had something planned. Since Marco had died, and we had thrown ourselves into this relentless hedonism, she had shown an insatiable ability to surprise me. At the same time, it still felt like we maintained some limits because of Kat's work. That restriction was falling by the wayside, and there was an anxiousness inside me to discover what that would mean. Was it possible to get even more debauched than we already were?