My oral fixation. Podcast written by Jaiden MyErotica, read by Bitsy la Bourbon
My ex loved to watch me smoke. It made him so hard. I think about his big, thick cock often, just about every time I light up.
I put my cigarette up to my lips and I can taste his dick. I light it and inhale and I am reminded of the way he would push his cock between my lips. Sometimes he liked to wait until I was inhaling, and then try to chase the smoke down my throat with his prick.
At home, alone, when I’m in the right mood, I smoke just to turn myself on. Licking my lips, I place a cigarette between them and let it hang there. I am in my underwear, ready to play.
Slowly, I bring my lighter up to my face and ignite the tip. I draw a breath into my mouth and then pluck the cigarette from between my lips and inhale hard, taking it all down deep into my lungs.
I lie back on my bed and exhale, blowing great plumes of smoke out. They sweep down my body, between my breasts, billowing out into the room. As I exhale, I open my mouth wider and wider, memories of my ex’s cock invading the space.
I fantasize about the cocks of other men too. Men I have seen that day, men who have looked at me when I have been smoking, men I know have felt their cock grow inside their pants when they notice the way I draw on a cigarette.
I lie on my bed and I smoke. Each time I lift my cigarette to my lips I imagine it being a different cock. Each cock tastes different. I stroke my pussy through my panties, softly, slowly and gently. I feel it become wet, my juices spreading over my panties like the smoke that spreads through my bedroom.
Beside my bed I have a bottle. I use it for water through the night. It is empty during the day and I use it to play with myself. I lift it to my lips; it is thicker, harder than any cigarette. I have to open my mouth wider to put it between my lips.
It feels good, thick, pressing its way past my teeth onto the bed of my tongue. A cock whose shaft thickens and widens my mouth the further I take it into my throat. I wet it with my saliva, push my tongue inside it, lick it all over, then slide it down my body.
I take off my panties and bra and lie back naked, the bottle rubbing over my clit. It gets wetter and wetter and I push it inside my little pink hole. It goes deep. It feels so good. I am so wet. I have been thinking about cocks since I began my cigarette and now I am so eager to be fucked.
The bottle’s neck spreads my pussy open further and further, widening my lips as I fuck myself with it, deeper and harder, so good.
I want to feel it stretch me open. It is not wide enough to stretch my pussy any more, but my ass is tight. Taking it out of my pussy, I lick it, taste my own juices on its rim, dream of a cock being pushed into my mouth urgently.
Rolling onto my hips, I take the bottle and push it against my asshole. It does not go in easily. I must push it harder; I think about the stranger with the hard cock, the one watching me smoke today, and I imagine him kneeling over me, sweat trickling down his body, his cock hard, pressed against my asshole. I push the bottle into my ass, it enters me and I gasp. It is thick inside my asshole, and it presses further into me, the neck widening my asshole as it goes further in.
Now I fuck my ass like this, hard, fast and deep. I fall onto my back and lift my feet, lost in my little world of self-satisfaction, my asshole stretched so blissfully. I want more, I want it harder. I take the bottle and put it up on the side table, then I climb up there and squat over it, my back against the wall.
I am no longer thinking about any cock, any man, I am just fucking myself. I am all sensation. I slide down onto the neck of the bottle, it goes all the way into my ass, and I bounce on it, fucking it hard, rubbing my clit, squeezing my nipples, no longer caring about anything but my own orgasm. I cum then, my asshole filled with glass, my clit buzzing, mouth open.
I climb down from the side table and find my cigarettes. Now I light one and lie on the bed, blowing more smoke up into the room, flicking my clit slowly, softly, smearing my juices over it. And I wonder, will this cigarette lead to more play? Or is it nothing more than a post-orgasmic smoke?
