"Roxie Rocks Chicago!" with Olivia Holt

[TPG]

ROXIE ROCKS CHICAGO!
With OLIVIA HOLT
Written by TPG
CODES: MF, blowjob, oral, rimming, creampie
DISCLAIMER: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only





"Fuck-fuck-fuck!" Olivia muttered, her voice trembling with fear.

With her Broadway debut just minutes away, Olivia Holt couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the occasion. She was a bundle of nerves and getting worse by the minute. I stood watching her, feeling a pang of guilt as she paced back and forth in the small dressing room. There was a lot riding on her performance, with several critics claiming that she had bitten off a lot more than she could chew.

Having spent the entire afternoon together, I couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility, especially after I had been tasked with showing her around and introducing her to the cast and crew.

"I don't know if I can do this." she said, her voice trembling with panic. "I have to back out. I have to tell them this was a huge mistake!"

She was on the verge of tears and in danger of doing or saying something she might regret, in spite of the wine and pills I had fed her, to help calm her down. I knew I had to do something, otherwise she was in danger of having a mental break down. I had to improvise. I had to think fast, or the production would lose one of its new leads.

That being said, the actress stood shocked and confused as I suddenly jumped into action and pulled her into a kiss!

Her eyes remained open as she appeared to be caught off guard. When I finally pulled away, Liv stayed silent and stunned, trying to comprehend what had just happened. I had kissed the Disney star square on the lips and without her permission, and judging from the expression on her face I suspect it had never been done before.

At first I thought my impulsive move had worked, as she no longer seemed panicked or shaking. However, her immediate reaction caught me off guard as she sharply slapped me across the face, then lunged forward to kiss me right back on the lips, pushing her tongue into my mouth!

I laughed at the conflicting response, and kissed her back with equal intensity, my mind racing as I tried to process what was happening between us. Unfortunately, our short lived moment was interrupted by a quick knock at the door followed by the announcement of a 3min call.

"oh god." she said, buckling slightly. "I'm not ready. I'm so not ready."

I placed my hand on her shoulder and reassured her that everything would be okay.

"Olivia, you're going to be fine. You can do this. Just have fun with it. Now get out there and break a leg!"

She gave herself a small pep talk before I escorted her out to her mark at the back of the stage. Olivia held my hand tight the entire way, her wrists clammy and wet.

The poor girl was sweating buckets and she hadn't even performed her number yet. Once there, she mouthed the words "thank you" and shut her eyes while going over the lines in her head. I took a few steps back as the audience cheered loudly, waiting for Liv to make her "Chicago" debut.

By the time Olivia hopped off the stage a few minutes later, she was completely drenched in sweat.

Despite the physical exertion, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment as adrenaline pumped through her veins. She had given it her all and had left nothing on the table. The crowd's cheers and applause still echoed in her ears, as I rushed her back to the dressing room where the moment the door was shut, she turned and pinned me up against the wall!

This sudden burst of aggression caught me my surprise. Her makeup was smeared and her hair was dishevelled, but she still managed to look sexy as hell.

Olivia had done what she set out to do, to prove her critics wrong, and now felt unstoppable, like she could do or say anything. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was still revelling in the rush of her performance. It was like a drug.

"Whoa." I chuckled. "I see someone's still excited from their big debut tonight."

We locked eyes for a moment before our lips crashed together, picking up right where we left off.

"You have no idea what you've started," she said seductively.

The words barely left her mouth before I felt her hand squeeze and grip my cock.

"I.. uh, I only kissed you to distract you." I tried to explain. "You were so worked up I had to do something. You were talking crazy. So don't get me fired okay, I need this job."

Olivia gave little concern about my motives, kissing me again before leaning over to whisper into my ear.

"Fire you?" she giggled. "No-no-no, I'm not going to fire you.. I'm going to FUCK you!"

Amusingly enough, I actually thought she meant that figuratively, or maybe for another time and place. But she quickly backed this up by throwing herself at me - wrapping her arms and legs around me like a vine as our tongues clashed in a deep, passionate kiss.

Standing at just 5'3, and 110 pounds, it wasn't hard to hold her entire weight up with my arms. In fact I ultimately crab walked us over to the sofa where she sat upright on my lap and proceeded to kiss my neck and throat and give me a deep love bite.

I kept one eye on the door as I felt her lips make a path from the curve of my neck to my lips and back down the other side. I could feel how needy she was for affection, as I locked my hands onto her perfect ass which was softer and firmer than I could have imagined.

We were both panting at this point, both running on sheer lust and adrenaline. And while I naturally assumed we would ultimately calm down, and get back to the business of arranging some visitors to her dressing room, she instead grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head and tossed it aside.

"Get naked, now!" she insisted as she rolled away, raising her legs to strip off her outfit to leave her topless and clad in nothing more than sheer panthose.

God knows I knew it was bad idea, as we had already tempted fate by sharing a kiss, but I challenge anyone to have the right state of mind when you have Olivia Holt stripping down to her birthday suit.

Within moments we were both naked, with her arching her back and presenting me her breasts, which I kissed all over, pausing occasionally to nibble at her nipples. She moaned and ground her pelvis against me, kissing, groping, bodies pressed tight against one another.

We carried on like two love-struck teenagers, who didn't have a care in the world, despite the fact that we were currently backstage during a live Broadway production! Despite my better judgement, I eventually wound up on my back with Liv climbing on top of me naked, her hand snaking down between us so she could stroke my cock while we made out.

"Did it turn you on watching me perform tonight," she boasted. "That was such a fucking adrenaline rush!"

"That performance really turned you on, didn't it?"

"You have no idea how fucking wet I am right now." she giggled.

I took this opportunity to push her head down until she was at face level with my cock.

Ever since I had met the pint-sized starlet earlier that day, I found myself fixated with her mouth, wondering how it would feel to have those pretty lips wrapped around my meat. To her credit Liv didn't object, and simply giggled as she maintained constant eye contact with me while slowly licking and caressing the length of my shaft with her face.

"You know, this (cock) thing could come in handy," she remarked while playing with my penis. "Could help me relax before I go on stage."

"You want to make this a regular thing?"

"Maybe. Only if you're UP to it," she winked, before she opened her mouth and wrapped her soft-sweet lips around my bell-end, sucking me off.

The onetime Disney star didn't waste any time and immediately applied a copious amount of spit all over my junk. In fact long lines of saliva drooled down its length. Every so often, she would pull away just to catch her breath then she'd gobble even more of my meat into her mouth.

I gathered up her hair in one hand to keep it out of her face as she worked me over, and I particularly enjoyed the way she'd constantly look up at me with those smoky brown eyes, and smile with a mouthful of cock. I could tell from the way she handled herself that she was truly experienced in the art of fellatio. She knew precisely what she was doing, and what I wanted her to do to me.

"What's the matter," she pulled away to tease, still stroking me in her hand. "Is my slutty little mouth turning you on?"

"I have to admit, you're pretty good at that."

"I've had practice," she answered matter of factly. "There's nothing more that I love than a nice, juicy thick cock in my mouth."

I'm not ashamed to say that just hearing this tone from her (while she jacked me off) was about all I could take, causing her to immediately go back to sucking me, just as I groaned and erupted in the grip of her hand.

"Mmm-hhmm..!" she moaned in surprised delight, as my initial eruption blasted inside her mouth and struck her in the back of the throat!

I felt the muscles in her neck work overtime as she was forced to swallow the rest of my seed, pumping away as I pulsed ribbon after ribbon of hot gooey semen into her sweet cake-hole. Her lips eventually formed a seal around my bell-end as she slurped every last drop from my balls.

When my climax finally subsided, I lay there muttering some sort of gibberish in appreciation while Olivia wiped her mouth and moved to straddle me, reaching down to guide me into her sex.

Considering I had just ejaculated inside her mouth, I was a little taken aback by her actions. After all she had to have known that I wasn't physically up to it yet, or the fact that we couldn't possibly have full blown sex in such a public place. Not with the entire cast and crew right outside.







"Err, Olivia..?" I muttered meekly, still trying to find my bearings. "What are you doing.. I don't think the door is locked."

Not that she listened of course.

"I'm not Olivia.. call me Roxie." she said while gently easing herself down on my still hard shaft.

Wait, I thought. Did she just tell me to call her by her stage name? Just how far was she taking this whole method acting thing.

"I need your cock!" she insisted. "How long do we have to wait until you're ready again?"

As she would soon find out, not long at all.

"Nnnghh yeah. That's the ticket." she groaned while sitting herself down on me completely and wiggling around. "That didn't take very long at all, now did it. I guess I must be doing something right. I guess I really turn you on."

She wasn't lying. Her body movements alone caused my cock to throb inside of her. I grabbed onto her bare hips and moaned at the feel of her surprisingly snug cunt, squeezing me tight like a vice. I just couldn't believe how tight she was for a 25 year old.

"How old are you again," I asked.

"Hush. Now, don't you dare move." she replied. "Let Roxie take care of you."

With that, Olivia leaned forward and began to rock herself against my manhood. Just watching her like this made me harder than steel, as she started off slow but gradually increased the pace of her hips, flicking them back and forth until she eventually alternated between flicking her hips and just slamming herself down on me.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck," came out as a long low moan. "I love your cock! I could ride this thing every single night before I go on.. yeah? Huh? What do you think? Does that sound like a great idea!"

"I think, something can.. ugh, be arranged." I grunted back, trying my best to keep up with her.

Once Olivia grew accustomed to my girth, she really started to go to town and now slammed herself down on me even harder than before. I don't know what turned me on more, the risk of getting caught or watching the way she took charge of the situation.

At one point, I reached up to pull her down into a kiss. This lewd gesture seemed to surprise and arouse her, considering I had cum in her mouth a few minutes earlier. I now held her down into a kiss with one hand while I slapped and gripped her firm ass with the other, all while pounded up into her tight pussy to drive her wild.

"ohh shitt, shit, shit.. fuck.. don't stoppp!!" she grimaced.

I didn't intend to. As far as I was concerned, if she was going to gallivant around and tease me like she did, I was going to make her pay for it.

"Come on my cock, Roxie!" I growled back, just inches from her face.

She really seemed to appreciate the fact that I was role playing with her.

"Show me how you take that cock!" I added.

"Unnghh fuck yes!" she sobbed. "Keep.. Jack.. Hammering, me.. FUCK!!"

When I suddenly rolled Liv onto her back, I continued to pummel her pussy, stopping briefly to place her trembling legs over my shoulders. Unfortunately this only lasted a few moments before Liv seemed to have a better idea, and stopped to change positions and indicate that she now wanted me to take her from behind.

"Come on, do me doggy!" she urged while bending over. "We don't have much time. Pound me. Show me what you can do. Fuck me like the bitch in heat I am!"

I didn't need to be asked twice.

To make it even more tempting, Liv reached under to play with herself as if trying to convince me. I responded to this by leaning over to stick my tongue in her ass, startling her. She moaned to the action and reached back to push me away, but instead ran her fingers through my hair as I continued to lick and probe her backdoor with my tongue.

"Fuck.. please," she cooed, urging me to give her what she craved. "We don't have much time, just fuck me already!"

I ate her asshole out for another minute before I gathering up her hair in my hand and pulled it back into a ponytail, and heaved back far enough that she had to arch her back and bring her hand off the sofa.

The moment I entered her from behind I knew I wasn't going to last long. There was just something about taking her in this exquisite position, striking a previously unattained region of her pussy, that really pushed my buttons. She actually felt tighter than before, if you could believe it!

"oh my fucking godd.." she gasped as I carefully jammed my meat all the way in.

It only took a few thrusts before she came back and met me with even harder thrust of her own. At that point I didn't even have to do anything as she now dictated the pace of our love making, our bodies soon met with a slap only slightly quieter than the one I had just given her.

When I spanked her again, just as hard on the other cheek, it really seemed to set her off. This time Liv didn't yelp, but began humping even faster. I matched her speed and soon the small room echoed with the sounds of our spontaneous fucking. I kept slapping her butt, ultimately leaving it covered in red hand prints, as Olivia kept up an unending litany of moans and dirty talk.

"YES—YES—YES! FUCK ME! DON'T STOP! SMASH THAT TIGHT LITTLE PUSSY!!!"

"You like it rough, you little slut?" I growled back. "You like that, Roxie!"

"Yes.. fuck the shit out of me!!" she urged. "I need it. I need it bad. I need a good hard FUCK!!"

I managed to give her butt the hardest slap yet, making her grimace in pain.

SLAP!!

"Ooo god!" she grunted. "Show me, show me how you'd make my boyfriend jealous!"

Boyfriend?

Wait, I mused. Did Olivia Holt have a boyfriend?

Something about that really turned me on; the fact that she and I we were cheating. I went wild on her, pounding away until I felt her cumming. I only slowed down to let her catch her breath, then went at her again, bringing her to the very edge only this time I stopped.

"No, shit! Don't stop. I'm almost there, C'mon! Finish me, fucker!" she pleaded over her shoulder.

I put my head close to her ear and told her my intentions.

"I got a better idea," I hissed. "Now we're going to see just how nimble you really are,"

With that, I wrapped my arms around her and stood up, taking her with me. My cock was still embedded inside her and supported a good deal of her weight. I then duck-walked over to the nearby makeup chair, bouncing her on my cock as I went, making sure that we could see ourselves in the full length mirror.

Olivia moaned at the explicit vision of herself completely impaled on my cock, and leaned back to kiss me wildly, as I continued to fuck her tight little pussy standing, spreading her legs as I held her up by her butt. Her juices dripped from my balls as we fucked, until I finally ran out of steam and went back to take a seat on the couch, leaving her atop of me.

The look on her face now was one of pure lust and determination. It was there that I saw a different side to the actress, a different side to her usual fake-smiling persona. And quickly discovered how this was by far her favorite sexual position.

Liv quickly shifted her legs around to place her feet on either side of me, so she could hover her sweet ass over my cock and ride me to the finish line. We kissed each other zealously the entire time as she rode me like that, her hands hooked around my neck for support and an anchor point.

"Yes.. get it, get it, get it, get it!!" she chanted hotly while pummelling my cock relentlessly.

The starlet was moaning out loud, loud enough that we didn't hear the pounding on the dressing room door. It was only a minute too late that we realised the doorknob was rattling against the lock, while we heard the muffled sound of someone calling her name.

I couldn't help but find the situation funny and started laughing, although Liv didn't miss a beat, flexing her hips to each thrust and trying in vain to get herself off before the game was up. The banging on the door intensified as Liv was about to shout something out at them, but all she could manage was a loud groan as she came.

Sensing her climax, I tensed up beneath her and let out an involuntary roar. My first spurt seemed to take forever, but it was soon joined by others as I quickly lost count of the amount of times I fired deep into her pussy and creampie'd her.

We were both panting heavily, naked and covered in sweat, still joined together on the couch when the door finally flung open. We both looked over to see the Production Assistant open the door with a large key ring, a few cast members peeked in behind, curious to see what all the fuss was about.

"What the hell is going on in here!" Olivia's mom snapped, although I thought it was pretty obvious.

She almost seemed to appear from out of the blue, but as it turned out, Kim had watched the show and had come backstage to congratulate her daughter on her first Broadway appearance. Noting this, Olivia gasped and leapt from the couch and rushed for some clothes, while I got to my feet and started pulling up my pants.

"Olivia Hastings Holt!" Kim hissed in disgust. "What the HELL do you think you're doing?!"

"MOMMMM!" Liv yelled with shame. "Shut the door! I'm naked!!"

As the ladies argued back and forth, I looked at the production assistant and shrugged, finding it all a little comical.

"Not a bad opening night performance, wouldn't you say?"

The P.A simply shook his head in disbelief and left to attend to more pressing matters, leaving me alone with Liv and Kim.

"Good, that's a relief." I sighed while putting on my clothes. "Guess I won't be getting fired today."

When the women finally stopped fighting, they both stopped and looked at me as I waited to be introduced to her mom.

[Harbinger]

That was a hot little story, T. I love that they got caught in the end but still got to finish. Thanks for the fun!

[TPG]

Thanks Harbinger, yeah its just a few hours before she has her debut performance in Chicago tonight, so figured I had to try and throw something together.

[Harbinger]

I hope for someone's sake that this story was reading the future.

[MacDennis]

Oh my Lord. That was hot

[TheLW]

God damn, that was so fucking hot.

I always love a good Holt story.

[TPG]

Thanks TheLW, maybe you should give Liv another look in/a new story in 2023... we miss your Holt stories.