Asarotica

by Asa Akira

  They entered his room, which was decorated in various shades of beige with black accents. Stretching out onto his bed, Camila made herself comfortable. Julian took his cue and lay down next to her. He pulled her close to his body. His grip was strong and she wondered why he always hugged her so tightly.

  He smelled like he had been working all day. Not necessarily bad, but there was a scent. Had he showered? They started to make a little small talk and she noticed his breath wasn’t minty fresh. Clearly he hadn’t brushed is teeth. Camila knew this kind of familiarity—dispensing with the need to groom or bathe. It was the kind of familiarity a person demonstrates when he or she grew to love someone.

  Camila sat up and removed her dress, making note of where she dropped it so she could easily find it later. Julian followed her and removed the papaya-colored cotton V-neck he was wearing. Although Camila felt not many men could pull off this color, it looked amazing on him. She took in his physical attractiveness and gave herself a little mental pat on the back for how sexy the men she slept with were.

  When Julian leaned forward to kiss her, she was relieved that the smell of his breath didn’t translate to an unappealing taste in her mouth; he actually tasted quite good, and she continued to enjoy their lengthy makeout session. She unbuttoned his khaki shorts, and his cock plopped out, ready to be the center of attention. This made her smile and her mouth water. She ran her tongue around her full lips, preparing them for the fun they were about to have.

  Seven inches long and circumcised, Julian’s cock was nice and thick. She wrapped her lips around the head and lowered her head down slowly, making sure to use her tongue on the shaft as she slowly made her way up and down. Using her whole mouth, she enjoyed the smoothness, taste, girth, and each vein in his throbbing cock. When her lips neared the head, she tightened them so that he became more stimulated with each nod. After doing this for a while, she took his cock deeper each time she went down, until the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. As she gagged, the saliva at the back of her throat became thicker and she used this excess viscous spit to lubricate her lips. She pulled her mouth up and let the thickness that had pooled up in her mouth run down his cock. She watched as it slowly ran down and glimmered in the moonlight that was shining in through the open window. She had a nice rhythm going and she could feel his body reacting to each move she made with her lips, mouth, and tongue. The satisfaction he was experiencing delighted her, made her feel powerful.

  Theirs was a newer friendship and they had only spent a handful of times together, but Camila remembered that Julian loved it when she used her hand to jerk his cock while she was giving him a blowjob, so as she made her way up his cock with her mouth, she grabbed on. She started stroking it lightly at the base and came up to his head, making circular motions around the head, starting with a light pressure and squeezing harder with each stroke. She felt his body jolt each time her hand moved down his shaft. She added spit to help with the lubrication, but also for the visual delight of seeing a long, smooth string dangle from her lips.

  Julian quickly pushed her hand off and whispered, “Do you want me to cum?”

  Fuck no, I don’t want you to cum! Camila’s mind screamed, but she just smiled and shook her head, while pushing his shoulders down towards her pelvis. It was her turn to receive pleasure.

  Julian loved to eat her pussy, and he was great at it. She had a fleeting thought of the few men the she had encountered in the past few years who refused to eat her pussy. Most of them were young, so she figured they were just sexually inexperienced, though some were downright selfish. That thought vanished immediately as she felt Julian’s hot lips kiss her stomach. He felt the rolls of her tummy, gently kneading her flesh in his large hands. He went lower and kissed her hip bones, right above her pussy, then her inner thighs. The anticipation turned her on even more and her pussy throbbed. It was as if her clitoris had a life and language of its own, and was begging Julian’s tongue to caress her.

  She looked down as he pushed her thighs apart; he had a smile on his face. Tying back his dreads, Julian dove in for his meal. He started off by kissing her clit, then she felt his hot tongue. He licked with delight, making sure none of her juices escaped his mouth, as if she were a melting ice cream cone.

  “How do I taste?” she asked.

  “You taste great … sweet,” he mumbled from below.

  She smiled, remembering the women she’d pleasured in her life and how each one had her own scent and flavor. Julian was focused, and the rhythm of his licks began to affect her whole body. She jolted each time his tongue passed her clit. Looking down, Camila enjoyed the glare of his eyes looking back up at her. He had the sexiest, upturned brown eyes that made it seem he was always smiling. He then took his fingers and started making small, light circles around her clit. Waves of ecstasy rolled up and down her whole body. She delighted as pleasure rippled from her center, up through her thighs, her lower back, her arms, her spine, shooting out through her shoulders and ears. She imagined the beautiful wavelengths of this pure pleasure.

  Julian slowly put two fingers inside her, fucking her with them as he continued to make out with her pussy. Camila badly wanted his cock to fill her hole. She needed to feel the weight of his body on hers, and the thickness of his cock to engross her pussy walls. Placing her hands at his underarms, she pulled him up.

  “I want you to fuck me,” she commanded.

  He reached over to the side of his bed and grabbed the condom that he had taken out while she was getting undressed earlier. Julian’s large frame made her feel safe as he climbed on top of her and entered her slowly, inch by inch. As her pussy wrapped around his cock, she pulled him in like she was playing tug of war with his body and his cock was the rope.

  More waves of energy and pleasure ran up and down her body as Julian’s thick cock made its way in and out of her pussy. He was on top of her and now they face to face. She could smell her pussy on his chin and she deeply inhaled her own scent. This turned her on even more. His lips were still wet with her juices and she sucked them off, tasting her sweetness. They looked into each other’s eyes as he penetrated her deeper with each thrust. Her hole was completely full and she finally felt the relief she had been yearning for all day.

  Their eyes caught each other and they held the gaze for a while. Despite the familiarity she noticed earlier—the familiarity of someone growing to love someone else—it wasn’t the gaze of a lover. It was the gaze of pure animal lust. They were two beings, connected for the mere goal of physical pleasure in the midst of that exchange. They both smiled, which turned into playful laughs, but never broke eye contact. As the fucking grew harder, the harder they laughed.

  Wanting to ride his cock, Camila lightly pushed Julian over onto his back. Her pussy, which she saw as a separate entity whose pleasure she rudely interrupted as she pushed him off, was once again satisfied as she lowered herself onto his cock. Putting her hands on his chest to gain balance, she started to rhythmically move back and forth, up and down. She always imagined how it would feel to have a penis and used this thought to provide Julian with absolute pleasure. Once she had a nice pace going, she took both hands and caressed her large, full breasts, giving him a little show. She raised her right arm up and ran her hand behind her neck, lifting her hair up into a messy bun all while smiling down at Julian. As she posed for him, his cock got harder. The entire length of his cock was in her and she could tell he loved the weight of her body and ass as they bounced on him.

  “I want you to bend me over and take me from behind,” she moaned.

  Julian grinned and obeyed.

  Doggie-style was Camila’s favorite position. Bending over and raising her ass in the air, she was ready to take him in. As she laid the left side of her face onto the bed, she noticed that Julian’s closet doors were mirrored. She wondered why it was only now that she made this discovery, but delighted in the fact that she was about to watch herself be fucked in her favorite position by this man, this
… god.

  She stretched the top half of her body across his bed and offered up her ass and pussy to his hard, deserving cock. He entered her inch by inch once again. The new position allowed him to penetrate her deeper than before. His large hands were at her hips, grabbing handfuls of the flesh that made her hips wide and dresses drape so beautifully on her frame. Using his grasp as leverage, he pulled her down deeper onto his cock with each thrust. As he filled her up, she slid her right hand between her legs to rub her clit. She loved watching their reflection in the mirror. It was her turn to be visually and physically stimulated. As she continued to rub herself and his cock thrusted completely inside her, an orgasm stirred up deep within her body.

  “Oh my God. Yes, please,” she moaned.

  “I want you to cum for me,” he said softly.

  “You want me to cum for you?”

  “Cum for me,” he said again, with more authority. “Cum for me!” He stared at her through the mirror. Their eyes had once again locked in their reflection and it was all too much to handle. Camila rubbed harder and faster as he fucked her harder and faster.

  Her orgasm shot from her clit and sent jolts of sheer pleasure and waves of relief through her body. Julian’s body stiffened and became motionless for a few seconds. She yelled out something that started with Oh my God and ended with Shit yes, don’t stop! and a few other words which blended together as she was coming on his cock. As he shot his load into her, his cock throbbed. He kept fucking her but slowed down with each thrust until they eventually both collapsed down onto the bed. He was still inside her and she felt the aftershocks of his orgasm. His cock and her pussy were still in the middle of their own dialogue, saying their thank-yous … and good-byes.

  Camila felt good, her sexual thirst for the night quenched. But now came the part she hadn’t quite learned how to handle. Her body and spirit wanted to melt into Julian. She wanted to give into her desire to fall asleep right there in his arms, but that was not an option. He had never asked her to spend the night and while they never discussed boundaries, this was an unspoken one. So she lay there, enjoying the moment and her orgasm afterglow but only to a certain degree. She would not allow herself to fully let go. Her brain was still on and she tried to gauge how long she could hang on and hang out. Not being able to fully immerse herself into another person, especially after an amazing orgasm was difficult but she had become good at it. She would not allow this fact to sadden her and she chose to draw strength from it instead.

  Slowly rolling out of his grip, Camila sat up. She grabbed her dress, grateful she had thought ahead about its careful placement. Having no undergarments for which to search, she found her heels quickly. In her peripheral vision, she watched Julian get dressed himself before walking her out to her car, barefoot. They hugged and exchanged a friendly kiss goodbye.

  Camila started her car, put her favorite driving music on, and made her way home. At one of the red lights, her mind wandered for half a second and a wave of satisfaction fill her body.

  She was complete and happy on her own. A relationship and the baggage that comes along with it was territory she was not ready to navigate.

  Right now, she was focused on navigating herself home.

  THE BEST GIFT

  BY ASHLEY FIRES

  One of those mornings that come too soon—you know the type. It’s my birthday, and I’ve just realized that yet another year has gone by too quickly; I’m starting to feel like I’m lacking adventure in my life. Like I’d better have some fun in this body, before I get too old.

  I’m drinking a cup of coffee in the kitchen, trying to recover from a late night of celebrating. My husband walks by and casually says, “Pack your bag for two nights.”

  “Oh, and what should I pack?” I ask coyly.

  “Something nice for dinner,” he says, “and a bikini. We’re staying near the ocean.”

  I smile as I float towards my closet.

  It’s about a three-hour drive south along the coast. When we arrive at the resort, I’m excited to be greeted by a salty breeze and five stars. Nice hotels are an instant aphrodisiac for me—the suggestion of pure hedonism.

  The room is huge with a corner balcony and stunning ocean view. My husband hands me a box wrapped in shiny red paper. I know what it is but I shake the box anyway and pretend not to know what’s inside. I open the gift quickly to find red silky lingerie: bra, panties, garter belt, and thigh-highs. It’s a beautiful set. I instantly strip out of my sundress and put it on; it fits perfectly. I know he’s a sucker for my round perky ass framed by thigh highs and garter belt. He loves the way I look in nice lingerie.

  He tells me to get on the bed.

  I walk seductively to the edge of the bed and crawl on to it like a playful kitten waiting to be entertained. He pulls a blindfold out from his pocket. I tilt towards him and accept his offer, whatever it may be. He puts the blindfold on and kisses my forehead. With great deliberation, he ties me to the bed, my legs open. Widespread. I tell him I’m so turned on and can’t wait for what’s next.

  He tells me to be patient, because I have another gift on its way.

  I’m intrigued.

  He tells me he’s leaving the room for a few minutes. I think he’s joking until I hear the door open and close.

  Only minutes go by, I suspect, but it seems like an eternity. I hear the key card click on the door. Moments later, I hear footsteps. I sense another person is in the room with my husband.

  I smile.

  “Hello?” I wait for a response.

  No answer.

  I know it’s my lover, because I can smell his cologne.

  But I play along and go silent as well.

  Hands start caressing my body. Big, strong hands, up and down. He kisses my neck, and I’m still playing along—but for a moment, the thought does enter my mind that this may be a complete stranger. For all I know, this could be some strange man on the bed with me.

  My husband tells me to have fun as I hear him open the door to the balcony, then close it behind him.

  I’m imagining my husband with his dick in his hand touching himself outside in the dark as he looks in and watches his wife with another man.

  My chest rises and falls with my breath as the man starts kissing my thighs. A hot wave rushes over my body from the blood pumping to my pussy. Chemicals release in me, telling my brain to turn off. Telling my body to get ready to start working. He licks the outside of my panties, then pulls my moist thong to the side as he sucks on my throbbing sweet cunt.

  As soon as I feel his mouth, I know I was right with my first instinct—it is my lover, his mouth so familiar, so gracious, so good. I instantly orgasm.

  I’m wet and ready for anything, as he moves his talented mouth to my ass. His fingers find their way inside each of my holes.

  I break my silence. “Oh God, I’ve missed you.”

  He unties my legs and takes off the blindfold—my arms are still tied. He goes to town licking, sucking, and finger-fucking my holes.

  “Please fuck my ass,” I beg. I need to feel him in my ass.

  I always forget how big his cock is until it is inside me; as always, it’s too much at first, and then just perfect. He pushes a little too deep a little too soon but I’ve never said it’s too much. I have never said stop to my lover.

  His cock stretches my sphincter. I gasp for air and my heart races. I control my breathing, relax all the muscles in my pussy and ass, then the rest of his thick dick glides in, devoured by my hungry hole.

  My ass is a sticky, throbbing, deep abyss that my lover fucks as if it’s last fuck he will ever have.

  I cum over and over, each orgasm more intense than the previous. Something about being watched really turns me on. Knowing my husband is watching his wife get her ass fucked thoroughly; knowing he is jerking off right outside, enjoying the show.

  I beg my lover to cum inside my ass. I tell him it will make excellent lube for my husband to fuck my sore asshole later. My lover
always does as he is told. He releases a giant load inside my ass.

  He kisses me again, says goodbye, and leaves me worn out on the bed, blissfully satisfied. I roll on to my stomach, arch up, and clench my anus so that the gooey remains of my lover stay put in my ass. I can see the shadow of my husband on the patio, the orange glow of his cigarette butt burning. I imagine how I will taunt him for wanting to taste the cum in my ass, tease him with the possibility of putting his dick in my special fuckhole that is usually reserved for other men to enjoy.

  I writhe around the bed, using my post-orgasmic high as bait for my spouse. He enters the room, bringing with him a cool breeze of salt air.

  “Get on the bed,” I say. I’m giddy again, and playfully I undo his belt. “Do you want to be a good hubby and clean up my mess?”

  He nods yes.

  I tell him to not be greedy and suck it all out. I tell my good hubby that I’m feeling generous and still extremely horny. I remind him that I’m very sore from getting fucked so hard by such a thick dick.

  “Use your cum-sucking slut mouth gently and maybe I’ll let you inside my ass too.”

  My husband is eager, yet gentle as instructed. As he laps up cum and soothes my sore, freshly fucked hole, I remind him how much I adore my lover’s cock.

  “It’s as if my lover’s cock was specifically created for my pussy, my ass, and my pleasure,” I tell him.

  Then I grab my husband’s hair, pushing his face in, suffocating him with my big round ass, dripping with semen. Drowning him in all the juices. I feel too much seeping out and I clench again. I roll over on my back and pull my legs as far and wide as they can go.

  I tell my husband, “Enter the hole my lover stretched and drenched. I know you’re ready to explode.” Knowing he’s not going to last long, I continue, “Go slow, baby. My ass is throbbing.”