by JA Low
“Yes,” Olivia purrs, bringing me back out of my mind.
“Yes, shit, this feels so good,” I moan as I pump into her. My eyes are closed; I am lost in her. I am about to come and I have only been fucking her for five minutes. Five fucking minutes, I am disgusted with myself. No, this is just the warm up, I just needed her, the pent up sexual chemistry between us was just too much. Why the fuck are we in missionary? I don’t remember the last time I was fucking in missionary. What is going on? I am losing my mind.
“Oh my God,” Liv groans as I find her magic spot. The place I know my dick finds because of its length. I concentrate on hitting that target, over and over and over again. Oh shit, her pussy just got tighter. Is it cutting off my blood flow? I don’t know, I think I am seeing stars. “Oh my God,” Olivia screams as she comes hard. Sweat is trickling down my body, my balls tighten and I feel it, the orgasm quakes my whole entire body as I come. My body convulses from the intensity. I roll her on top of me as I am spent. Her pussy has broken me. She squeals as I roll her, but it feels good. My hands rest on her lush ass, I give it a little squeeze. I need to get this condom off before it breaks but I don’t want to pull myself from her.
“That was…” She looks at me in awe.
“Pretty fucking fantastic,” I finish and she nods enthusiastically.
“Want to do it again?” My dick twitches inside of her as she raises her eyebrows.
“You can go again so soon?” She questions me.
“Well give me at least twenty minutes and yeah, I most definitely could go again, especially if it was as good as it just was.”
“It was good for you?” I can see the vulnerability in her eyes. Fuck, what douchebags has she been sleeping with? “Darlin’, you made me come like a damn teenager, so yeah it was pretty fan-fucking-tastic.” She gives me a big smile, and I can already see her confidence lift.
“Coming from you that is a big compliment.” Her statement makes me cringe a little, even though it’s true. I’m not sure why now I am with her that my manwhore status bothers me, maybe I need to see someone. I really don’t understand what is going on in my head. It’s all messed up at the moment. I give her pert ass a slap. “Get up, sweetheart, I need to get rid of the condom.”
She quickly jumps up and pulls the sheet over her.
“Hey, don’t cover yourself, I need to see you, all of you.” She gives me a weak smile, the confidence taking a small hit. I pull the sheet down exposing her tits. “Perfect, let me get rid of this and I’ll be back to inspect more of you.” Jumping up I quickly get rid of the condom in the special condom bins in the bathroom and return. Those doe eyes watching my semi hard dick bounce as I walk toward her. When she realizes I have caught her staring she looks away. “You can look all you want, sweetheart.” The pink flush is back across her cheeks.
“I just…” She stutters.
“The night is young, I want you to get used to looking at me freely, just the same way I do you.” I stay where I am standing, not joining her on the bed. “Liv, I am all yours.” Why did that statement make my stomach somersault? “For the night,” I quickly add, more for my benefit than hers.
She sits up onto her knees and moves closer to me, my heart starts racing. Maybe I’m sick? That has to be the only reason I am being weird. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and my dick twitches, which makes her smile. She reaches out a tentative hand and wraps it around my cock.
“It feels so…” She doesn’t finish her words as her hand glides over my cock. Those hazel eyes staring at my dick like it is a priceless work of art. “Can I ask you a question?”
“You can do anything you like if you keep doing what you’re doing.” My dick starts to stand to attention with each glide across it’s skin.
“Why do you come to sex clubs?”
I still and stare at her. “I like certain things in the bedroom.” She nods, pushing me to continue. “I like control, I must have control in the bedroom.” She frowns a little. “Except for tonight.” Those hazel eyes look up at me, worry laced behind them. “Tonight, for the first time I didn’t worry about control. I just went with the flow.”
“To me, it felt like you were in control,” she whispers.
“Believe me, darlin’, what just happened is so far from me being in control.”
She continues stroking my cock, a perfect rhythm, nothing that is going to make me come but enough that it makes me feel good.
“I want you to control me, Axel.” I freeze at hearing her words. “I want you to show me this world.” Those eyes again, pulling me in. “I want to experience everything tonight.”
“Why?” I know I shouldn’t be asking a woman why she wants to try everything a sex club has to offer, but I want to double check she is thinking this through.
“I have one weekend where I am not me. What we just did was amazing, but now that my nerves have gone a little…I want to try more. I need to try more. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t thinking about anything other than pleasure. I don’t get to do that in my normal life. But the clock is ticking, I feel like Cinderella and at the stroke of midnight I will turn back into a maid and go back to my restrained existence. I need this weekend so that I have memories of a life that I won’t ever get to experience again.”
A single tear falls down her cheek; my thumb comes out and wipes it away.
“Okay then, Olivia. Tell me your deepest, darkest, fantasies. Do not feel ashamed. If you want one weekend of doing things you have only ever dreamed of then do not hesitate to tell me.”
Olivia lets go of my dick and chews on her lip some more.
“I want…” Her cheeks turn pink again.
“Tell me.” My voice changes to the one I usually use during sex. The one that makes women drop to their knees and give me whatever I want.
“I want to be tied up, maybe even spanked. I want to try all those toys I saw in the cupboard.”
“That can be arranged. What else?”
Olivia hesitates, I can see she is getting to her darker desires.
“I want a threesome.” Her eyes quickly look back at the floor. My forefinger touches her chin, making her lift her head toward me.
“You want two men?” I have had many threesomes before, but the thought of sharing Olivia stabs me in the gut. But this isn’t about me, this is about her. If I am her teacher for the night, then I should be able to give her whatever she desires.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Do you want double penetration?” She shakes her head no. “Do you want one in your mouth while the other fucks you?” Olivia nods yes. “Good girl, I think we can arrange that.” She gives me a small smile, those cheeks still pink. “What else do you desire?” My hand comes out and tweaks her nipple which makes her shiver.
“Um…” Her neck is now going red. Shit, this next thing she is really embarrassed about.
“I’ve seen it in porn and well…”
Olivia watches porn. My dick springs to life thinking about that.
“Go on.” My finger traces around the bumpy skin of her areola.
“I want to be blindfolded and not know who is fucking me,” she quickly spits out. My hand pauses; my girl has a rather kinky side to her, especially with multiple men. I suppose when she is as inexperienced as she says she is; she’s trying to catch up.
“How many men?” I question her. Again, her eyes look at the ground. “Look at me when I ask you a question, Olivia,” I command. Her whole body responds to my voice, she sits up taller, her nipples pebble, she moves uncomfortably on the bed. “Actually, stand up.” She quickly follows orders and stands up before me. “Open your legs.” She hesitates but only for a second. My hand reaches between her thighs and she is drenched, my fingers slip between her wet folds. “You are turned on.” Those teeth sink into her lips again. I press a finger inside of her which makes her moan. “Tell me, how many men do you want to fuck you while you are blindfolded?” My finger wiggles around inside of her, teasi
ng her G-spot.
“I…I’m…not sure,” she stumbles over her words as I move inside of her.
“Would you object if I chose which men it would be?” I add another finger. She shakes her head. “Okay, another fantasy noted. Next?” Her chest is heaving as my fingers work her over. “Olivia, I asked you a question.” She stills, trying to concentrate.
“Maybe…maybe I would like to kiss a woman.”
My hand stops as I look at her. “A woman?”
She nods. “You said that it got you hot…and…I…I…want to please you.”
My whole body is struck motionless by her words. I want to please you. Why is this woman making me crazy? How does she know what buttons to press? My fingers start again; this time I want to please her. In and out they go easily through her slickness, my thumb strums her clit and she shudders. That’s it, sweetheart, let go, let me see you come. Higher and higher I take her until I feel her pussy clench.
“Axel,” she screams, falling forward toward me. I catch her as my fingers still work her over, goosebumps lace her skin. When she has finished I take my fingers out of her, her juices glisten in the light.
“Taste yourself.” Olivia’s eyes widen, but she doesn’t move. I bring my fingers to my lips and let my tongue run along them. “You taste so sweet.” Olivia’s eyes widen even more. “Here.” I place my fingers against her lips, rubbing her sweetness along her bottom lip. A hesitant tongue comes out and tastes them. Along the same path as my own tongue had been, Olivia licks. “See, so sweet.” Those cheeks turn pink again. “Now suck the rest off.” She opens her mouth, pink lips wrapping around my fingers and flashes of her lips wrapping around my dick filter through my mind. I need to see if reality is as good as the fantasy that is running through my mind. “On your knees.” Olivia quickly obeys, and fuck, that makes me feel good. “Now, take my cock and suck it until I tell you to stop.” Olivia hesitates, her eyes looking at my hard dick. “Have you done this before?” I ask her.
“I tried it once and he said I was bad,” she whispers almost inaudibly.
Tilting her face up to me, I reply, “There is no way in this world that having these lips…” I pause, my thumb rubs along her plump, pink, lip. “Having your lips wrapped around my cock could never be bad. Do you understand me?” She gives me a small smile, but nods in agreement. “Good, now show me how much you want it.” She leans forward and ever so gently wraps her small hands around it. She gives it a couple of strokes before her mouth wraps around the aching head of my cock. I let out a hiss which makes her stop. “No, it feels so good.” My hands grip her hair, pushing her hot, wet mouth around my cock. She takes it in again, her tongue swirling around, caressing the underside of the head, hitting all the sensitive spots. One of her hands moves slowly to cup my balls before she moves them around, giving them a gentle tug, feeling the weight of them. How the hell did any man think this woman was bad at giving head? She is no porn star, but most men don’t care as long as someone is sucking it. Olivia is gentle, yet hard as she takes me further into her mouth, she tries to deep throat me but gags a little. Before I can tell her not to worry about it and that most women can’t, she tries again. Each time she takes me deeper into her mouth until I am hitting the back of her throat and she isn’t gagging anymore. My fingers lace in her hair harder when I realize she has taken me all in and I start fucking her mouth. She has given over control to me, her hands move to my ass, her fingers digging into the flesh, trying to hold on as I punish her mouth. Saliva is dripping down her chin, her eyes are watering and her mascara is smudging. Her eyes are closed and she is the most beautiful creature I have ever come across. I quickly pull out before I come down her throat, I so want to but I have to wait, we have so much to do tonight.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asks, looking worried.
“You could never do anything wrong when you’re kneeling before me.” I caress her cheek, wiping the mascara away. “I just wasn’t ready to come yet,” I tell her with a smirk. Her mouth forms an ‘O’ in surprise and then she smiles. “You, darlin’, are just perfect. Don’t ever let anyone tell you any different, do you hear me?” Olivia nods.
“Now, would you like to freshen up in the bathroom while I organize what is happening next? Because for the next couple of hours you are going to be extremely busy.”
Olivia’s eyebrows raise, but she stays silent.
“I want to give you everything your heart desires this weekend.” Leaning down, I give her a heated kiss.
132
Olivia
I can’t believe I slept with Axel Taylor and he liked it. Letting the steaming, hot water run over my body, I go over the events of a few moments ago. From what Derrick explained Axel likes to be in control. He also said he thought he was very Christian Grey with regards to sex, but up until this moment I haven’t seen any of it. Well actually, a little at the end. When he demanded me to stand while making me come then telling me to get on my knees and suck him off. I still can’t believe I did that. Wow, that was kind of crazy, not something I have ever done before. I kind of liked it. Maybe Axel has unlocked the inner sex goddess in me. Ha, as if. Me, a sex goddess? No, I need to have more confidence in myself, especially tonight as I will experience things I haven’t experienced before and I am going to need to find all my confidence. Bugger! Why did I tell Axel my fantasy? The one I had seen on Tumblr; I mean they look all hot and sexy in black and white staring back at me from the computer, but maybe in reality it isn’t like that. Who the hell is Axel going to find to be the third wheel? Do I really want to have sex with more than one man? I mean Axel Taylor is kind of the holy grail of men, don’t need to down grade from that.
“Olivia.” I freeze at the female voice that greets me through the steam in the bathroom, my heart taking off at a gallop. “It’s Stacey.” I relax a little.
“Um, hi.” Not sure why she is in the bathroom.
“Axel asked me to talk to you about a few things.” Ah, okay that makes sense.
I turn off the tap and a fluffy white towel surprises me through the shower curtain. “Thanks,” I say timidly, quickly wrapping the towel around me. I pull back the curtain and the perky blonde is standing before me. She is dressed in a black silk night dress that shows off her generous cleavage, killer black heels that show off her long legs and her blonde hair is pulled up into a tight, high ponytail. I notice a beautiful collar around her neck, the jewels catching under the bathroom light, she is beautiful. All of Vanessa’s friends are, it can be a tad overwhelming being around them all. Stacey gives me a warm smile, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief as she looks at me.
“So, you and Axel, hey?”
I’m blushing, I know I am, I can feel the heat rising over my skin.
“He is just helping me,” I squeak.
Stacey’s eyes take me in. “Maybe but…”
“But what?” Panic rises through me.
“Nothing bad, just from what he has told us, he hasn't stuck to his normal rules, that’s all.” I still. “No, no, it’s a good thing.” She tries to reassure me, but I’m not sure. “Here.” She hands me an identical slip like hers. “Axel requested no underwear.” She gives me a smile as I take the silky material from her hands. I turn my back to her, slipping the material over my head then letting the towel fall so I can pull it over the rest of me. “Liv, don’t be shy now that I am here. Axel wanted me to explain things because I have requested the same style of fantasy that you have.”
Her confession grabs my attention. “Which one?”
She smiles. “The multiple men and women.” I take a shaky breath.
“And?”
“They were fun. Oscar organized Axel to play with us, he wanted someone we both trusted.”
I freeze, my stomach turning in knots knowing Stacey has been with Axel.
“Hey.” She notices my reaction. “I’m not interested in him, he just helped with my experience, that is all.” I nod, trying to process it all. “Plus, Axel has asked
Oscar to help repay the favor.” Now, panic seeps in.
“What?”
Stacey giggles, “You will like it, trust me on this. They will both give you want you want.”
“And you are okay with this? Sharing your boyfriend?”
“What? No, Oscar isn’t my boyfriend. We just like playing together at the club that’s all. Outside of these walls we are free to do what we like with whomever we like.”
Wow, that sounds kind of progressive, not sure if my Englishness is quite up to that level of sexuality yet.
“He has also asked me if I mind being the woman as well.”
I can feel the red hot heat of embarrassment from my request seeping into my skin. Stacey is beautiful, but could I do something with her? I’m not sure, maybe, I mean I’m not into women but I can most definitely appreciate one.
“Do you like women?”
She smiles. “I like playing with women every now and again, but I am mostly straight.” I nod feeling a little awkward in this situation.
“And you would want to do something with me?” I don’t think she should be forced to do something if she isn’t into it.
“Olivia, you are stunning, plus your body is all kinds of insane, but if you do not want to do this then that is okay. If you think it will change the way we hang out, then don’t do this. Things are different when you are at the club, but once you step out of those front doors and back into normal society, most of our desires stay hidden, well mine do anyway. I don’t shout what I like from the rooftops. It’s no one’s business and that’s why I am so happy I found The Paradise Club. I can explore my new found liberation without fear or worry from the world.”