Variety is a spice of life they say, and there was nothing Axel Carter enjoyed more the Variety of women and cash. Axel Carter, Texan born playboy was everything between the lines of skirt chasing, alcohol binging and mint pursuit.
He loved to have fun, he aimed at having fun, he went after fun, and he wasn't ashamed to show it. Although he did several things for fun, hike mountains, skating, tours, shows, partying and clubbing, theatres dates and all, his most favourite kind of fun was the one he had with women.
Women! He loved women!
The untamed, the tamed, the wild, the virginal and the freaks. He loved all shades of them, and had taken his time to sample each and every flavour he could find of that Macedoine specie.
Growing up with his mother and two sisters, he was quite acquainted with the mannerisms of some of them. He respected them, he appreciated them– their bodies– and didn't hesitate to show a woman who was desperately in need of a good time what being 'hot in between the sheets' actually meant.
The two sisters who sprawled carelessly, hands and legs everywhere like an octopuses, visibly satiated in his bed were an obvious testament to the fact he knew his way around. Darryl and Darla, he remembered their names, howbeit, he couldn't tell which was Darryl and which was Darla, except with an engagement ring. Now the ring was gone, he couldn't really tell them apart. They were identical to a fault.
Not that he cared. He would not be seeing them again. In as much as he loved women, he had set a rule for himself. Never to get attached to a woman for too long. He had learned his lessons the hard way. He kept it as short as the word short in short term, four days maximum– they barely lasted three days– except he tasted actual honey in their juices. Two days, and he was onto, atop of being rode by another, or two, as the case maybe.
He met Darryl at her sister's bachelorette party. He and his best friends, Danny and Rob were out for their usual Friday night hangouts. A ritual they had kept since their highschool days. And fortunately for them, it was a ladies night. So he had ample amount of women to choose from. His first pick was a Canadian peach, who was more than willing to share a kiss after they had dirty danced.
The next was the girl he met at the bar. He had paid for her drink, chatted a little, then played a little toilet game with her. And man, she was blessed with an expertise in the art of giving decent blowjobs, something you would find quite rare these days. Then, he caught this attractive brunette checking him out unabashedly.
He loved innocent, shy, conservative women. However, the untamed, wild, freaky and confident women had a special place in his heart. He loved all things sweet, but some sweets were ranked sweeter than others. And normally, he went for sweeter when both were placed before him.
He had cornered her, firstly drawing her into a dark secluded area of the club, and had fucked her senseless, then he had taken her home and ravaged her through the night, till she could barely say her name.
Two days later, she had called him, making quite an interesting proposition. He could not say no, not when he was free for the day. Especially when it was a double decked sex. He could not say no. It would be madness.
He hadn't really considered himself a therapist until today. Women came to him with their wildest fantasies, and he saw to it that they got it. Sometimes for a price. He offered therapeutic sex, and he knew he did it good.
He sighed walking towards the window of his well furnished city apartment. The rent and interiors of which his thirty thousand dollar monthly wages as a marketing director at Glenberg cosmetic company could never afford.
He raised the bottle of beer to his lips. He took a swing from the bottle, swallowing with a smile as the picture of how yoked his lifestyle was to his gung ho hound of women. He was into them, and what they used. It was not even shocking he formerly worked as a marketer for a company that produced sanitary pads in his highschool days.
He heard a low moan come from his bedside, he stared at the sleeping women. He didn't even know where they came from. Was it Chicago or Ohio? They had told him, but it wasn't important as his project for the meeting he had in few hours, so he didn't take that information to heart. It didn't matter anyways.
He watched one of them stir, stretching as she got up slowly. He shifted his survey from her face stretched in a yawn, to her full round breasts – it had overflowed in his palms few hours ago. He returned his perusal back to the sleeping streets below him. He heard a low gasp, and then almost silent footpads on the marbled floor, and the next thing he felt was a warm body pressed to his naked back.
He didn't turn, just stood with his bottle, not stopping the slender fingers that roamed, exploring his chest and torso shyly. Then they trailed lower, timidly yet purposefully stroking his half stiff length.
The moment she held his half stiff girth, he growled in pleasure. This made the lady stop momentarily, perhaps trying to decipher the growl.
"Should I continue?" She whispered shakingly, evidently unsure. This was definitely Darla, the shy one he realized, and bride to be, his subconscious chipped.
Who knew she could be this wild. When she arrived his apartment, she was all little miss prude award winner, cowering under his surveillance. Blushing beetroot at his perusal, utterly embarrassed by his unashamed appraisal and visible desire.
She was the prey, and he had gladly hunted her like the predator he was. Lifting her from where she sat with her sister, apparently reluctant to leave her side. A little push, a hushed whispered warning of 'Do not embarrass me' and he had taken her to the other couch, placed her in front of him and began touching her, loosening her defenses and in the same vein turning her sister on.
She was already a wet mess when his hands slipped through her skirt and panties. Writhing like a worm which was being assaulted by salt, whimpering as he slipped a finger into her love hole. And then when he made the fingers two, she had cried out in ecstasy. Following the rhythm of his fingers moved in and out of her till she came undone.
His fingers inside her, like a key inserted into a keyhole released the beast. That wild essence that made even the prudest of women become wanton slags was unlocked. And, she was on and all over him, kissing him, touching him, grinding on his hand on, all in a proficiency he never believed she had.
And when he had guarded her head down to his hard member, the key to the gates of her blooming womanhood, she had take him all in. Gagging and bobbing as he bucked, he pounded deep in her mouth, pushing the limits
When he had cum, he watched her gorge his seed like a thirsty child left in the dessert, lucky enough to encounter some miraculous spring. She swallowed all, and when she came up to kiss him, he could see the slutty look in her eyes.
She was saved!
"Don't stop" He groaned, giving her the permission to stroke him. Confidently, her hands stroked rhythmically. Up and down, increasing the pace as he groaned. He deftly dropped the bottle on the window railing, turning to her quickly, he smashed his lips against hers.
He ran his hands possessively around her body, squeezing her round butt. She moaned in his mouth, rubbing against him as she coiled her arms around his shoulders, holding tight as he slipped a hand between them touching her down there.
She whimpered when he rubbed her erect clit, making perfect circles around the area. The desire shot through her, generating from her core to her hard nipples, her head and back.
"Hmmm" she moaned when his mouth latched on a nipple. He found her spot. She liked when he paid attention to her full round globes. He bit, making her hiss, then sucked making her exhale in elation.
"Don't stop" she begged, not ashamed of sleeping with a complete stranger for the fourth time tonight, her engagement ring cast on his drawer during the first round.
He didn't stop, neither did his hands. He lifted her off her feet, taking her to the bed where her sister laid still asleep. He laid her on the bed, climbing her immediately, he feasted on her breasts. Alternating between the swollen nipples, while fingering her incessantly.
"Please... Please" she begged again
"Please what?" He questioned. He knew she wanted him inside of her now, but just the way she'd begged before, he wanted her to beg again.
"I want you inside. Fuck me please" He kissed her lips, smiling he reached for his cabinet, bringing out a condom. He ordered her with his eyes to come fix it. She obliged, with shaky breaths she ensured he was sheathed. Leaning back in the bed, he watched himself with the headboard, the lifted her so she straddled him, open to his erect member.
'Ride it' he commanded. She lifted her body, impaling herself on his throbbing length, she threw her head in delectability as his warmth filled and stretched her walls, welcoming him again. Slowly she began to move, bouncing sexily as he sucked her nipples.
Darryl was a heavy sleeper but when the bed began to move, and the unmistakable sound of sex rang in her ears, she woke up to the sight of her sister bouncing joyously on Axel's dick. Immediately turned on by the sight, she had gone behind them first touching her self, and when she couldn't take it anymore she had joined in.
Eight hours later, Axel was all alone again. The twins had gone the moment the light made entrance. Darla was to marry in two days, and was moving to Chicago with her husband and Darryl would be leaving for Germany the day after her sister's wedding.
It was exactly how he liked it. He'd never see them again, but of course he had given them a memory they would never forget. He stood before the mirror knotting his tie. Dressed in a sky blue ironed shirt and navy blue suit pants. His dark brown hair styled all back, he was ready for work.
He had quickly disposed the condoms he used the night before and this morning, so he wouldn't shock the fragile sensibilities of his English middle aged house keeper. Ms Matilde, a petite lady with rapidly greying hair arrived his apartment just as he was about leaving.
"Good Morning, Mr Carter" She greeted cheerfully. She was always smiling, she reminded him of the morning sun. Warm and fresh.
"Morning Matilde" He replied, placing a fond kiss on her cheek.
"How was your night's sleep?" She asked. It was the normal morning routine. She had been working For him for two years and some months, and, she had ensured he was doing good.
The thought of the night's interesting activity played in vivid technicolor. He smiled, he barely got the night's sleep because those women were damn ravenous, but his night was good.
"Perfect, as usual" he replied courteously.
"Now why are you all dressed and to the door? Don't tell me you're leaving for work this early, it's barely seven in the morning" The woman remarked disapprovingly
She was the closest thing he got to family here in this part of the city. She was like an aunt. He didn't have those. She made most of his meals, did his laundry sometimes, and kept his house. She always made sure he had breakfast before leaving for work each day.
"I've got a little extra work, left over from yesterday to do at the office. Plus I hear there's going to be an addition of some sort to our company, and all departments need to arrange their files before next week" He explained detailedly.
"Oh" she said in understanding "still have a little breakfast before you go. Now we don't want you getting sick, do we?"
"I'm fine, Matilde. I'd grab something on my way" Axel dissuaded her fondly, genuinely touched by her constant concern. She narrowed her gaze in doubt.
"Promise?"
"I promise" He chuckled, placing a kiss on her cheek again "You worry too much, I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself" He said with a small smile.
"Oh, I see that" She commented, gesturing to his disoriented room. He laughed, making for the door.
"Have a nice day! And don't forget to remind me what you'd have for dinner tonight"
"Yes mom!" He teased as the door closed