Chapter 10

The thought sent a wry smile spreading across my face as I acknowledged the hypocrisy of my desire. I had never been one for NTR, the idea of taking another man’s woman had never held much appeal for me. Yet, here I was, standing in another man’s bedroom, my eyes fixed on the woman who lay before me, and I couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of arousal at the prospect of claiming her as my own.

My smirk deepened as I felt my erection straining against its limits, the precum glistening at the tip of my glans like a tiny, shimmering jewel. It seemed to pulse with an urgent energy, as if urging me to thrust forward, to claim the woman who lay before me.

Without another moment’s hesitation, I approached the bed, my eyes locked on the woman who lay there, her legs pressed together in a futile attempt at modesty. But as I drew closer, her gaze met mine, and I could see the fear and uncertainty lurking in their depths.

“Spread them,” I commanded, my voice low and husky with desire.

She trembled beneath my gaze, her body responding to the authority in my tone. Slowly, hesitantly, she began to spread her legs, revealing the soft, vulnerable flesh that lay between.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath catching in my throat as I gazed upon the sight before me.

As I stood there, frozen in anticipation, I waited for the moment when her legs would finally part. The slow, deliberate spreading of her thighs was like the creaking open of a secret door, revealing a hidden world that had been concealed from me until now.

The dark, mysterious recesses of her black bush beckoned to me, drawing me in with an otherworldly allure. I felt an overwhelming sense of excitement and trepidation as I prepared to enter this uncharted territory.

Although it was my first time, I had spent countless hours watching porn, studying the mechanics of sex until I was sick of the monotony of it all.

But despite the numbing repetition, I had learned where to put it, and now I was ready to apply that knowledge.

I climbed onto the bed, my movements slow and deliberate, and began to crawl on my knees between Asahi’s spread legs.

As I positioned myself, her vagina came into view, its entrance nestled in front of my penis like a tantalizing promise.

The sound of my movements was almost imperceptible - a soft rip of fabric, a muted click of flesh against flesh. I reached out with the tip of my glans, rubbing it gently against her vulva, feeling the soft, yielding labia minora parting to accommodate me. Our love juices mingled, my pre-ejaculate mixing with her own secretions, creating a heady, intoxicating cocktail that sent shivers down my spine.

The sensation was exquisite, but fleeting. I knew I had to press on, to explore the depths of her body. I aligned my glans with her opening, feeling the anticipation build within me. And then, with a sudden, decisive thrust, I pushed my hips forward, plunging into the unknown.

The sound of our bodies colliding was like a whispered promise - a soft, muffled “thrust” that seemed to hang in the air like a challenge.

Asahi’s response was immediate, her voice rising in a crescendo of pleasure and surprise. “Ah. Ahhh...!” she gasped, her words trailing off into a soft, incoherent moan.

I had expected it to be loose, to be easy.

If I were her husband, I would have thrust into her every night, every hour, without leaving her alone. But instead, I was met with a considerable tightness, a resistance that seemed to push back against me like a challenge.

It was as if her body was testing me, probing my resolve, and I was determined to rise to the occasion.

A wicked grin spread across my face as I taunted her, my words dripping with malice. “Ha ha, I see. Your husband must not be as ... substantial as me, huh? Little cuck. Heh heh.” I reveled in mocking her husband, my tone laced with disdain.

Asahi’s eyes widened, and she stuttered, “No, no! He’s not small ... Ahhh!” Her words trailed off into a desperate cry as I thrust into her with one swift motion, my length sinking deep within her. Her head arched back, and her mouth hung agape, frozen in a mixture of shock and ecstasy.

As I reached the depths of her, the tip of my glans grazed the entrance of her womb, sending shivers coursing through my body. I twisted, my hips writhing in pleasure, and our pubic hair mingled, the friction a delicious tease.