by JA Low
We reach the top of the stairs, and Olivia lets out a gasp which makes me smile. Right in the middle of the floor is a huge glass cube room and inside there is an orgy going on. I try and move her forward but her feet are firmly planted to the floor. “Olivia,” I call out to her but she is so zoned out that she doesn’t hear me. “Olivia,” I say her name again, trying to snap her out of whatever is happening in her mind, but still nothing. I step in front of her, my large form shadowing her, this pulls her away from what is happening in the cube. “Hey, stay with me. Are you okay?” I let my hand cup her cheek, my thumb gently rubbing across her soft skin, God it is so soft. She shivers at my touch and my dick responds. Easy boy, it’s going to be a while before any action can happen, if any.
“Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting that.” Those doe eyes stare widely at me.
“I guess for someone new it could be confronting.” My thumb caresses her cheek, the same cheek that is now tinged with pink. “But I want to ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me, can you do that?” I pause for a moment before she nods her head in agreement. “Good, did it turn you on?” Olivia stills, and I can see her mind thinking over my question.
“Um…” She rolls her plush, pink lip between her teeth nervously, I want to suck on it. Maybe later I will get a chance, and if I’m really honest it kind of excites me. I don’t remember the last time a woman excited me, I mean it’s exciting when I come to one of these clubs and have some fun, but the women here know exactly what they want and what to do. I guess you could say the sex, even though it’s adventurous, is kind of the same.
Fuck, what is going on with me? Why the fuck is my head running away with crazy ass thoughts? Now is not the time to be having some sort of sexual life crisis. I can see she is having an inner battle with herself. She’s a good girl who wants to try some of the dark side and she isn’t sure if she should like it, but she does. I pull my hand away, and the tiniest of frowns forms across her forehead which makes me chuckle. I move behind her and place my hands on her shoulders; I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Tell me, Olivia, do you like what you see?” Forcing her to look back at the cube, to really take in what she is seeing, pushing her to move past all the insecurities, social hang ups and innocence she has going on in her head and to just take in the sexual liberation side of her brain. The portion that registers that what she is seeing actually turns her on. “Do you like the way the men have their hands all over that woman? Do you like that they are worshipping her incredible body? That they are taking their time with her, each one of them exploring every inch of her? Do you like how one man is lapping at her pussy like she is the sweetest thing he has ever tasted? Do you like the way she wriggles on the table, the way one of her hands tangles in his hair, pulling him close into her, pushing him against the spot that she knows is going to have her exploding all over his tongue?” I watch as Olivia swallows hard, her delicate throat moving against my breath. She’s turned on; I know it and I bet if I felt her she would be wet.
“Or do you like how the other man is sucking on her tits, using his teeth, the sharp sting of them against the cool heat of his lips soothing her? Do you like the way his fingers twist her peaked nipple, turning it around and around, a little bit of bite adding to her pleasure?” Another swallow, I am fucking turned on; my dick is rock hard against my tuxedo trousers. I let my lips touch her heated skin, she gasps but still doesn’t move. My lips make their way down her throat then back up again until I reach that sensitive area behind her ear. “Or maybe you like the way she has the third man’s cock in her mouth, the way she is gagging on his thickness, the way she loves the saltiness of his pre-come? She’s a good girl sucking him all the way down her throat. Are you a good girl, Olivia? Will you suck my cock all the way down your throat?” My teeth sink into the fleshy globe of her ear, sucking on it, loving the way my words are making her squirm. Now I press my hard self against her, her gasp is audible but still she stays watching the scene before her. “Would you like to be that woman? Would you like to have three men worship your body? Or would you rather be blindfolded and not know how many men are touching you, whose lips are on your neck?” I question as I suck on her flesh. “Or whose hand is on your breast?” I tease as one of my hands comes out and squeezes one of her breasts. She lets out a tiny whimper as my thumb and forefinger find the peaked nipple through the thin fabric and twist. “Or would you like multiple hands touching your sweet, wet pussy, or maybe touching that virgin asshole?” She stiffens at the mention of her asshole. Yes, I think I want to be the man that shows her the wonders of anal. I want to be the first person to claim it. My hand just slides along the curve of her ass, my fingers dig into her fleshy globes and squeeze. “You have me so turned on, Olivia, I want to take you right here, I want to show the room how responsive you are. Your whimpers, your moans, I want to be the one that delivers them, I want the men and women to be jealous of the way that I make you come.
“Axel.” My name is a soft moan on her lips.
“Yeah, darlin’.”
“I think…I think I’m turned on now.”
Her confession makes me chuckle. “That’s good then, shall we stay and watch the rest of this or would you like to see more?”
She pauses for a moment thinking over my request. “I want to see more.” I grab her hand and we move through the crowd that is surrounding the cube. There are people in various stages of undress, women and men on their knees sucking their partner’s dicks, women with legs spread and their partners lapping at their folds, the smell of sex in the air, sounds of moaning, whimpering, groaning hit our ears the further into the darkness we travel. We head toward one of the long hallways where strips of lights line the floor and light streams in from some windows that are open.
We stop and look into the windows that don’t have their blinds pulled, which mean they want people to watch. There are some scenes like naughty school girls getting fucked by the teacher while students look on as they jerk off. That one is one of my favorites. Some of the other rooms are just sex, a couple enjoying people watching them and another room where they are enjoying multiple partners. All the while Olivia is still very quiet, taking it all in. But for me, I am dying, my dick is painfully hard pressed against the seam of my trousers. I need relief, but I have to be patient, my time will come, but only when she is ready. We get to the end and there is a spare room.
“Shall we go in?” I ask her, making sure she is still with me on this adventure. She slowly nods her head. I push the door and she follows me through. I pull the blinds so no one can see in, I am unsure if she is ready for that. This room has a large, four-poster bed that dominates it, there is a sofa to the left and a sex chair to its right. There is a chest that I know will be filled with goodies, plus a large wooden cupboard which will have more toys for me to use. “What do you think?” I watch as Olivia’s chest rises and falls, those doe eyes look up at me, a big smile slowly forms across her pink lips.
“I think…I think this could be fun.”
That’s my girl.
My heart is racing, but this room doesn’t look as scary as I had imagined, it doesn’t look that different to the rooms in some homes I have stayed in. Nothing screams out sex club. But I am assuming underneath the luxury veneer there is. Axel hasn’t moved, he is watching me, letting me explore the room in my own time. I open the cupboard and a tiny gasp leaves my mouth as I stare at the contents of it.
“You will enjoy them,” Axel tells me. “I will make sure of it.”
My heart starts to beat quickly, his voice weaving lust through my veins. I pick up what I assume is a flogger and run my fingers over the soft leather. “That would make your ass the perfect pink,” Axel adds.
I look up at him and frown. “Why would I want my bottom pink?”
He chuckles, “Oh darlin’, you have so much to learn.”
My stomach turns, I guess I do. Turning, I put the flogger back into the cupboard.
“Hey.” Axel is r
ight behind me, his hands on my shoulder as he slowly spins me around. “What’s the matter?”
I can’t look at him, so I don’t.
“No, eyes on me,” he commands, and I slowly meet his wild, whiskey colored eyes.
“I know I have so much to learn. I hate that I am constantly a joke to other people because I am inexperienced. And I hate…I hate that I think I have been missing out on things that I might have liked.”
Axel just stares at me, maybe my truth shocks him, but before I can even apologize to him, his large hand reaches out and wraps around my neck. Using his strength, he pulls me closer to him as his lips slam against mine with force. This shocks me. His soft lips are opening mine while his hands are massaging my neck, urging me to let him in. The hesitation I can feel all over my body I try to ignore. But Axel Taylor is kissing me, no he’s not just kissing me, he is devouring me. I think I kind of want to be devoured. His tongue finds mine and they dance for a moment, tiny mews leave my throat as his teeth sink into my lips. The sharp sting of pain is then softened by his tongue. I am panting when he pulls away.
“You are so damn beautiful, Olivia.”
I can feel my cheeks turn pink at the way Axel is looking at me.
“Never apologize for inexperience, sometimes it is a good thing.”
I chuckle, “Ha, yeah right. Tell that to the men I’ve been with.”
Axel growls, like full on growls. “You have been with the wrong ones. Ones that do not understand the precious gift they have before them.”
Huh, I’m a precious gift? Wow.
This makes me laugh. “Yeah, I know. Because each one of them has ended up in bed with my more experienced sister.” Oh shit. That wasn’t supposed to come out of my mouth. I don’t want Axel to know what kind of loser I am, that my own sister steals all my dates.
“What did you say?” Those whiskey eyes glowing with fire at me.
“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” I try and move away from him, embarrassed. But his hand halts me.
“Your sister has slept with all your boyfriends?”
I sigh, tonight is supposed to be a one night stand with a sexy, hot, rock star, not a night telling him all the reasons why he shouldn’t sleep with me.
“Don’t worry about it.” I try and move from his grip.
“But I do,” he says softly, that tiny little confession calming me.
“But tonight is supposed to be about sex, not my messed up history with my sister.”
Axel gives me a big smile. “There is plenty of time for sex, Olivia, believe me. But I would just like to know about your sister.”
Of course he does, he probably wishes my sexually adventurous sister was the one standing here with him not me.
“Hey.” He grabs my face between his large palms. “I am not interested in your sister.” How the hell did he read my mind? “Your face gives it all away.” There he goes again, bugger. He gently kisses each of my cheeks then lets me go. He walks toward the four-poster bed and sits down on the fluffy duvet, he pats the place beside him. “I want to get to know you.”
Confusing thoughts run through my mind, but I silence them and decide to let it go, as Elsa from Frozen would say.
“Seriously, you want to know?” I ask as I sit down beside him. Axel nods his head in agreement. I let out a heavy sigh, “Penny, that’s her name. She’s beautiful, the total opposite to me.
“You are fucking beautiful,” Axel interrupts.
I laugh, “Thanks.” But I don’t really believe him. If he saw Penny he would fall for her as well, they all do.
“No, you don’t get it, do you? You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever met.” His honest words steal my breath. “Has no one ever told you how beautiful you are?” he questions me.
“No, not when my sister is standing with me, she kind of glows, whereas I’m kind of just…well not as glowy compared to her.” Axel scoffs at my answer but doesn’t interrupt again. “Penny gets jealous. She likes the limelight to be on her all the time. She also wants what I have and has always gotten it. When we were younger it was my toys and as we got older it was boys.” Axel’s hand reaches out and rests on my knee, sending goosebumps over my skin. “Each boy I have ever dated or become serious with, she has slept with. It wasn’t hard to find this out either.” My throat has a knot in it, I don’t like exposing myself like this.
“She sounds like a bitch.”
Axel’s comment makes me laugh, a deep belly laugh. Not sure why I find it so funny, it’s probably all the nerves finally coming out of me.
“You’d be right, she is. But she’s still my sister.” I shrug, because you can’t pick your family. We both sit there in silence for a couple of moments.
“She’s jealous of you, you know that? Not because you have things, but because there is something about you that draws people in. You are fascinating, you are beautiful and you are good.” I blush at his compliments. “Men just know that you are the woman that they want to bring home to their mothers, a woman that they want to marry, to have a family with. They look at you with their heart.”
I still and look at him, this conversation has gotten a little more serious, but he isn’t looking at me, he is staring at the floor.
“But men look at your sister with their dicks. And most of the time that wins out.” He gives me a weak smile.
“Or they just see a boring life of missionary with me and a life full of sex romps with my sister.”
“That gets boring fast.”
“Are you bored?”
Axel’s silent for a moment, lost in his thoughts. “Yeah, maybe I am.”
“Does seeing Christian settle down, does that change things?”
He turns and looks at me, those whiskey eyes flickering with something that I see in my own, loneliness. It is only there for a moment until they turn molten and I watch as Axel’s body changes. The next thing I know I am pinned under him, my back sinking into the fluffy duvet.
“I guess we are both looking for the same thing tonight,” he whispers into my ear as he grinds his arousal against my body.
“Yeah, and what’s that?” My mind fogging up as his hands glide over my skin, tiny sparks of heat pulsating through my body.
“Not to be lonely.” He stares at me, his full weight against me. Those skillful hands tracing lines along my body.
“One night, Axel. One night, I don’t want to be me anymore,” I confess.
“I can help you, Olivia, let me help you,” he groans, as he slowly grinds against me.
“Yes,” I whisper as my hands automatically remove his tuxedo jacket. “Please, help me.” Letting my hands run over his tight back, I feel every muscle straining against his shirt.
“Thank fuck, I need you, Liv. I can’t wait, please don’t let me wait. I need to sink so deep inside of you it hurts.”
I can hear the strain in his voice, feel the tension vibrating through his body.
“Take me, Axel.” Those words are like a bomb has exploded between us. Hands and lips crash against each other. Furious fingers pushing material off of heated bodies, teeth clashing against their counterparts, breasts pushed against hard muscles. I had lost my shoes at some point, and not long after my dress is undone and falling away from me, all the while Axel is grinding against me, his heavy dress shoes hitting the tiled floor. My hands reach down for his belt, quickly undoing it as he concentrates on getting his dress shirt off. I wasn't able to wear a bra with this dress, just a tiny G-string.
“Fuck, your tits. Your tits are fucking natural and perfect,” Axel groans as his lips wrap around one of my nipples. Pure white heat shoots through my body, teeth gently tug my sensitive nipple, making me groan. Large palms tenderly play with my breasts. “Best tits I have ever seen,” Axel mumbles against them as he spends some time sucking and biting them. I close my eyes, the sensations are overwhelming, no one has ever lavished my breasts with so much attention before, maybe a couple of hard gropes but not this, not this reverenc
e he is showing them. It’s too much, I could possibly come from his attention on them.
“Liv, please let me inside of you,” Axel growls into my ear, my legs open on their own for him, letting his hips wedge against me. Now I can feel him, feel his want directly against my need. One of his hands disappears and I can hear him rummaging around in the bedside table. “Take your panties off. Now,” he demands before he goes back to my breasts. My arms are not long enough to get to them, I shimmy and wiggle, but I can’t reach them. Then without warning they are ripped down my legs. Within seconds, and ever so slowly, Axel is sinking deep inside of me. Holy Shit! This man is splitting me in half. What the hell does he have between his legs? Can your hymen grow back after being vacant for so long?
“You’re so fucking tight,” Axel groans against me. “Your pussy is strangling me.”
“Sorry.”
Axel grabs my face, those whiskey eyes swirling like fire. “Never, ever apologize for being so fucking tight. It is the hottest thing I have ever experienced. You feel like paradise.”
He’s serious, whatever I am doing he likes, so I nod in agreement.
“Believe me when I say your pussy is one of the best.”
Should I be proud of that fact? This is Axel Taylor, lead singer for Dirty Texas, the hottest band in the whole entire world. He is a man women lust after, dream about, fight over. He features in most women’s fantasies and he is here with me, telling me things that no man has ever told me before.
And I think I believe him.
Shit, fuck, holy crap! Olivia is so fucking tight, it’s like she’s a virgin. I fucking love it. Now, I don’t want to brag, but my dick is kind of big, from what the chicks tell me. I am guessing the men Liv has been with have well, not been this big. God, I kind of wish I could feel her tight cunt bare. What? Hold up a minute. What the fuck am I thinking? Never in the history of ever have I ever wanted to ride a chick bare. EVER! Why the fuck am I thinking about it now? Just because that sweet pussy is choking my dick and making my balls ache like they have never ached before, doesn’t mean I have to throw everything like that out the window. What kind of punk-ass, dumb-ass am I? I know that’s how you end up with a kid and some gold digger taking you for all your money. But Olivia is rich. She’s royalty. She probably has more to lose by getting knocked up by me than I do. What? Why the fuck am I thinking about knocking up Olivia? No, no, no. I think I am having a mental break down in the middle of some of the best sex of my life, and in missionary for God’s sake. Is this how Sienna, Vanessa, Stacey and Isla weaved their magic with my boys? Now I get it, magic pussy does things to you. It makes you crazy. Why the hell am I talking to myself while I am fucking her?
