Discovering Olivia Ch. 04

"I'm glad," Rob responded with a sense of pride.

"And what about you? Every time you're with another woman, I feel proud and just hope it's as good for you as it is for me," she said. "I love seeing you happy and I love watching you give others pleasure."

Olivia's eyes sparkled as she looked at him "It was incredible, especially when we were engaged all together. But what made it truly special, though was when you made me cum, when you fucked us together," she said remembering the events of the prior evening.

Rob grinned, his own memories of the night fresh and vivid. "That was the really good, I love when I can give you a really big one," he agreed with a chuckle.

"It felt absolutely amazing, Rob. You can't imagine," she purred, the sound of her voice was like velvet brushing against his skin. She was combing out her damp hair and Rob remained on his knees, naked, and attentive as he tended to every inch of her bottom. Liv was the only woman he had been with that would let him do this, because it made her feel special but she also knew that Rob believed adoration of her body was important. There was nothing demeaning in it. Rob strongly believe it was his responsibility to demonstrate to Liv how important her body was to him, and how, he appreciated that she purposefully and with carnality, wantonness and sensuality showed him her body. So aside from being pleasant and fun, it was an important part of their relationship.

"Liv, do you think it strange I find this so incredibly hot? The thought of being your sex slave and servicing your beautiful ass regularly is so exciting?" he said. It is so sexy to watch your ass move when you walk? It's a masterpiece of eroticism. With each step, one cheek kind of fires again the other, causing a ripple and then it happens again from the opposite direction.

"Baby, if my ass brings you such pleasure, then whom am I to question it. I'll make sure my bottom is always totally immaculate. Maybe we should install a bidet," Olivia replied with a laugh, blowing her hair dry while Rob spread her cheeks and inserted his tongue into her pleasurable backside.

"Somehow, when you plug me first, this seems so much sexier. Kind of like I'm now under your control. I should probably have my cock ring on too." Rob said and left to put it on before returning to his duties.

Once Liv finished her hair, she took Rob by the hand and led him naked to the living room, where they sat on towels for hygiene.

"It's time to reconnect, baby. After last night, I need to feel like you're all mine again," she declared emphatically. "I don't mind giving you up for a little while but I like to feel from time to time that I'm the only one that can make you happy."

"Of course, sweetie. Same here," Rob said.

"Now, time for a juicy story about your first real sexual experience. I've been waiting to hear this." With a big eager smile, Olivia leaned closer to Rob and playfully took his cock in her hand, fingering his balls, then scraped her fingernails up the shaft of the beast. "And if it's a really good story, I'll even give you a blowjob as a reward," she dangled in front of him.

"Well," Rob began with a mischievous look, "There were a few minor incidents before college, but nothing worth mentioning until Zehra. I learned so much about myself, from her."

"Okay, tell me everything," she urged.

"At college, I took a theater seminar and couldn't help but notice this voluptuous girl enter the classroom several minutes after it started. She had silky black hair that fell around her shoulders and curves that were accentuated by the tight black dress she wore. Her ample chest practically spilled out of her low-cut neckline. I believe she must have been Turkish or Romanian. She sat near me in the and I couldn't take my eyes off that cleavage. She must have noticed the constant looks in her direction. At the conclusion, I was making my way to the exit but she beat me there," Rob explained with a smile, remembering this strange but foundational encounter from his past.

"Hi there!" Zehra said, her hazel eyes locking on mine. "My name's Zehra and I just wanted to thank you for being so kind in class today." I was taken aback, as I hadn't interacting with her in any way unless you want to count staring.

She smiled, but my eyes betrayed my interest in her cleavage. "I forgot my notebook and was too embarrassed to ask anyone for paper," she said, fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve. "But you were really nice about it, even when everyone ignored me." I was puzzled by her intentions, as we both were fully aware that she was fabricating a tale.

She leaned closer, her breath smelling faintly of alcohol. "You have such beautiful eyes," she whispered, then planted a quick kiss on my cheek before darting back to her desk. Passing me on the way out the door, she flashed a flirtatious smile and stated that I would be driving her home.

Against my better judgment, I found myself on my way to her house which was only a mile off campus. Upon arriving, she invited me inside for a drink as a way to repay my kindness. After several refusals, I finally caved.

A nagging voice in the back of my head warned me to leave but something about Zehra's gaze, charming smile and of course, her big tit kept me right here. Little did I know, this would turn into a very weird relationship lasting several months.

Entered through the side door to the kitchen, she asked, "Do you want a beer?" The house had an eerie, foreboding atmosphere, as if Nosferatu himself were its inhabitant. She led me through the dimly lit corridors to the library, where large leather club chairs, big coffee table topped with books and knickknacks were surround by wooden paneled walls. On a far table was low-ball glasses and decanters of whiskys. Every flat surface seemed to have books, and there was a brown Chesterfield sofa placed in one corner. Three paintings hung on one wall, two of which I recognized as works by O'Keefe and Duchamp. The third was unfamiliar to me. Alongside these were two bold photographs by Mapplethorpe, shocking my suburban sensibilities. But the most striking feature was the enormous bay window overlooking a flower garden filled with pleasant red rose bushes and dahlias, in stark contract to the moodiness with the home. As I scanned the bookshelves, I noted authors such as Kundera, Lawrence, Nin, de Sade, Miller, Vatsayana and others I didn't recognize, a vast collection of erotica openly displayed. What had I stumbled into? What kind of background did Zehra grow up in?

Two black dogs roamed the house, their wary gazes made them seem more attack dog than lap-dog. I cautiously made my way past them into another room, overwhelmed by the heavy wooden artifacts carefully collected from various continents: vases and bowls from China, chests made of South American hardwoods, and African masks adorning the walls. It was like stepping into a museum of exotic treasures and I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and curiosity about the family's enigmatic possessions.

Zehra stormed back into the room, her once sleek black dress now replaced with a white cotton top that clung to her curves like a second skin. The neckline plunged low, revealing an ample braless bosom, that drew me here in the first place and seemed to stain the fibers of the fabric. Her olive skin glowed in contrast to the stark white material, drawing attention to her dark areolas showing through the thin fabric like twin headlights. It was obvious the game being played and she relished the power she knew she held over me. It wasn't just her top that left little to the imagination but her tight blue Capris molded to her every curve, highlighting every crevice and swell of her plump body. The fabric rode up between her thighs, creating a deep camel toe that further pleased my prurient desires. She knew exactly what she was doing and I definitely did not mind.

As she approached me, I couldn't help feel both aroused and concerned by her boldness. She wasted no time in getting straight to the point.

"Why did you say no to coming inside? It was really embarrassing," she demanded.

"I didn't want to seem like an animal, only interested in the boobs behind your non-existent top," I shot back, refusing to back down.

"But aren't you?" she challenged with a sly smirk.

"An animal? No, I am not some pig looking to root around in your very tight pants," I replied with equal sharpness and trying to make the most disagreeable comparison I could think of.

"You seem to want to treat me like a pig?" she purred, her wit as quick as a blade.

"If that's what you want," I retorted with confidence.

Her expression turned from playful to rapier in an instant. "If you're man enough to fuck me, then I might respect you, otherwise...what are you doing here? I mean, it's only polite."

"Well, here I am then. Do you want me to fuck you?" I kept my cool, refusing to let her get the best of me.

"Are you playing hard to get or are you just an asshole?" she pressed, her eyes challenging me to break her.

"I'd love to see your asshole if that's what you're offering," I replied, my tone daring and unapologetic.

The tension between us was palpable with her challenges and my retorts. "You aren't man enough for my asshole but can you fuck me?" she demanded, her demeanor waiting impatiently. I could feel my heart racing and my palms sweating, but I found this a challenge and refused to let her get the best of me.

"My parents are away for the week," she continued, her voice dripping with frustration. "We're here alone. In two years at this college not one guy has even tried to fuck me. It's pathetic. Do you understand? I'm not bad looking." She paused, her gaze never leaving mine. "I'm tired of this bullshit. What are you going to do about it?"

I couldn't help but stare, taking in every detail of her flushed face and tousled hair. This girl wasn't unattractive and she was kind of sexy and desirable in her own way and yet no one had made a move on her?

"Well this isn't nothing," I finally spoke up, pointing down at the large bulge in my pants.

"Sure," she sneered. "But what can you do with it?"

"I have some ideas," I replied confidently, trying to hide the nervousness that threatened to betray me. I was already in way over my head. I had never done this before and I was not going to tell her I was a virgin. I had the general gist of what was supposed to happen but I had never actually done the whole deed. And she was acting like a bit of a handful.

"Do you only know how to jack-off or do you have the balls to fuck me?" Her words surprised me, but there it was, she was offering an invitation. Something I felt I needed and it came from simply being patient.

"Yeah, I'll fuck you," I said.

"Well, don't act too excited," she said. This woman was a piece of work.

As we made our way to her bedroom, several things clicked for me; first, these kind of experiences were incredibly exciting so there was no room in my life for marriage. Second, there might be some broken hearts along the way, and I might end up alone but that was a risk I was willing to take. Then I did something even I didn't expect.

"I want you to make this interesting," I growled as soon as we were inside her room. My voice was harsh and demanding and I could see the anger flash in her eyes.

"What the fuck are you talking about? What do you mean make it interesting?" she retorted, her sarcasm dripping with every word. "Do you mean, suck your cock? Fine, I'll suck your cock. Do you want me to beg for it? I think I've done that already."

My smirk faltered and I noticed the hurt in her eyes, and guilt began to eat at me. "I'll have sex with you," I said, my tone icy. "But only if you can be more alluring."

She looked taken aback, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise, expecting that all she had to do was say she wanted to be fucked.

"You don't think a blowjob is incentive enough?" she spat back, her anger evident. "Do I have to swallow your cum, too because I'll do that, asshole? I've done far worse."

As I watched her struggle with my request, I felt a sense of unease wash over me. Perhaps I was being too insistent, too selfish. Maybe I should just tell her the truth, that watching a woman strip naked and then showing herself off was my particular kink. But even as these thoughts raced through my mind, it was hard to be honest. She had to want to show me her body but I knew that just wasn't in her makeup. And when she finally replied, there was defiance in her voice.

"Ask me nicely," she scowled through clenched teeth, challenging me, to say it again. Taking a deep breath, I tried to make my request sound very pleasant.

"Zehra," I began, meeting her gaze head on. "I'd love nothing more than to watch you strip naked. I want you to show me your beautiful body before we make love." As the words left my mouth, I could see the fire of challenge burning brightly in her eyes, and part of me wondered if she was playing along or if she genuinely getting off on it. Despite the inner turmoil, I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she slowly removed her t-shirt, exposing inch by inch her creamy smooth olive skin. My desire for her consumed me as every movement caused her big tits to shake and sway. It took everything in me not to reach out and grab them. In that moment, I was torn between my selfish desires and my guilt at manipulating her. But as she stood in front of me wearing nothing but panties, her body was erotic and sexy. Sure I wanted her but this was my first time. I'd take any kind of sex.

Rising from the plush, leather chair I was overwhelmed by the sight of her ample bosom, I was completely transfixed by the way her boobs swayed but what was I going to do with them. There was so much tit. Her boobs looked like two duckpins, their dark areolas stretching wide with plump, erect nipples at their center. They hung in different directions, the right one drooping lower than the left. Then my attention was drawn away from her impressive chest when I took in the rest of her body. Zehra's tiny white bikini panties was lost in the folds of her plump frame; a protruding belly that spilled over, an outie belly button, and dimpled skin covering her round ass cheeks. She was nothing like the figure I had imagined that lay beneath. She was to be truthful, a bit repellent but I kept my thoughts to myself.

"Turn around," I commanded, unable to tear my eyes away from her unusual curves. She complied with a small pirouette, revealing her luscious olive skin and shapely hips which she was clearly proud of.

"Remove those panties," I commanded, and with a nervous glance, she eased the last piece of modesty down her legs. The material clung tightly to her skin, damp with anticipation. As she faced me, I saw something I had never expected. It was like octopus tentacles reaching out from a dark cave and searching for prey. A mass of thick, black curly hair covering her pubic area, extended between her buttocks and down her legs. It was wild, unkempt, appeared impenetrable, and it disgusted me. I knew everyone had different preferences and tastes, but this was not for me. It felt like a hard line to cross, but I was too invested now. The tangled tresses seemed to devour any trace of femininity. I couldn't help but wonder if shaving it all off would improve anything, but that was a task for another day. The beat of my heart quickened as an intense need to tell her to bend over and spread her ass cheeks for me was overwhelming but I was afraid at what I might see.

Zehra slowly turned in a circle, allowing me to take in every inch of her naked body. Her eyes were filled with fear as my gaze traveled across her tits, down her stomach, over her hips and finally to her nether, dark regions. She was completely vulnerable in this moment and I could so easily be an asshole with the wrong comment. Her curves were accentuated by the rippling skin on her upper thighs and the deep crevice of her backside. Even there, hair sprouted like a wild forest, leaving me to wonder what I would find if I dare spread her cheeks. She continued to turn, waiting for my approval. But instead of speaking, I remained silent not sure what to say.

"Are you just going to look at me and say nothing?" she asked impatiently. "I standing her naked, you know."

"You look lovely," I finally managed to say. Despite my harsh appraisal about her appearance, I couldn't bring myself to make her feel bad. She was just a girl who wanted affection, like me. Who was I to judge?"

I was quick and eager movement to stripped off my own clothes and threw myself at Zehra, grasping her shoulders tightly and locking our lips in a passionate and sloppy embrace. Her small hands were surprisingly strong as they grabbed me. Immediately placing a hard lock around my balls so that I couldn't escape. She had me in her clutches and now she was going to extract her bounty.

We moved towards her large bed, Zehra spread her legs invitingly, the black hair between them wet and matted from desire. I no longer care about her pubes as I focused on what lay between her thick thighs, her cunt, dripping with white fluid. I focused on the space between her legs, where her helter-skelter pubic hair grew, right to the edge of her outer labia. With an unexpected enthusiasm, I pulled apart her thick outer lips with my fingers, exposing two meaty and darkly pigmented slabs of inner lip hiding within. And there, at the very top of her slit, stood a fully erect one inch clit covered by a hood.

Driven by the need to pleasure her like she had never experienced, I dove into this percolating mess with wild abandon. My fingers slipped easily into her warm, wet cunt, and I eagerly plunged three fingers deep inside her, in an attempt to please.

"Do it now," she moaned through clenched teeth. "Fuck me now!" Without hesitation, I shifted to grabbed her ample boobs with both hands, pulling her closer into a heated kiss to strengthened my resolve. She was an expert kisser, skilled enough to suck the tongue out of my mouth if she wanted to. But in that moment, it was her hand jacking my cock encouraged me to do it. I engage her body on the sheets, my fully hard cock pushing against the opening of her wet and inviting cunt.

"I can't wait. Stick your big cock in me," she moaned while her fingers curled around my balls gripping them firmly, almost as a threat. Her fervor caused my eyes to water but I applauded the passion. With an unexpected hunger I squeezed her two saggy tits together and plunged in, planting my face directly between them.

"Eat my tits, asshole. Yeah, fucking eat my big tits. Devour me," she commanded repeatedly as my teeth clamped hard on her erect nipples causing pleasurable cries to echo through the room. I was actually biting her nipples hard but she didn't care and it only made her act wilder. I think she was turned on by the idea of being devoured.

I felt disgust knowing my cock would have to cut through her black mess of pubic hair, so black it seemed as if it was sucking the light from the room. I looked to the entrance of her pussy and I saw it frothing with wet cream, her two inner lips engorged and puffy, just below a full hood covering a fat engorged clit. I reached out and touched it, feeling a warmth rush of exhilaration as I pushed around the plump head and Zehra loved it. I stuck two fingers into the tightness of her pussy, feeling amazing walls, ridges, folds and hot wetness. She moaned in pleasure as I thrust my fingers in and out of her cunt and massaged the big clit with my thumb. The reward was more oozing white cream flooding my hand. Then she squeezed her legs tightly around my hand and arm trapping me in place while she had her first orgasm.

Her breath was hot against my ear as she squeezed my fingers with her velvet pussy. I could feel the muscles in her body convulsing, pulsating around me as she rode waves of pleasure. Her clitoris stood at attention, asking to be touched and satisfy its swollen, throbbing needs. She released the grip on my arm and I saw wild desire in her eyes.