The Birth of a Fetish.
Until I purchased my computer, I thought that I was unique in my intense passion for women who smoke. Now, I find there are many fetishists out there with almost the same attraction. I began, once again, to feel alone in my 'variation on a theme' which is to see a painfully stiff cock spurting hot cum all over the face of a sexy woman, while in a teasing way, she nonchalantly smokes a cigarette.
I cannot tell you exactly what it is about that image I find so erotic. I've tried to objectively psychoanalyze this 'kink' through the years, but I could never think it out clearly enough. Just imagining it would produce a major hard-on and make me quiver, quake and clutch at myself! (DAMN IT!...IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN! DOWN BOY!! DOWN! BACK, I SAY!!)...Sorry... Where was I...
Anyway, I guess it's something along the train of thought that a woman who smokes projects the image of being a 'naughty girl.' Yes. The 'naughty girl syndrome.' Smoking in a sensual manner, turning on the animal urge within a man. Exciting him to the point of simply pulling his hard prick out of his trousers and exploding sperm in her face... something like that. Sexist I know. At any rate, I believed myself to be alone in this desire. But, I see now that there are others turned on by this image also…including women!
I've had this dual fetish for as long as I can recall. Long before I met my wife Becky. It's psychological roots, I believe, are embedded in events surrounding my early youth. Cigarette ads were in full swing on television, in newspapers and magazines. Sex then, as it does now, sold everything from apples to zooplankton (sorry, I couldn't think of a 'Z' product)! Cigarettes were no exception! MAN, the women in those ads looked positively orgasmic over the simple act of smoking a cigarette!
It was also around that time a friend described the adult act of oral sex to my virgin ears. I was shocked and amazed a woman would even consider putting a cock to her lips! Somehow, the two concepts linked in my young brain. After that, when watching cigarette commercials, where women were depicted [ in a sexy way ] smoking at the beach or at a party etc., the oral symbolism of the cork or all white tip being thrust between full wet lips, and the exhale of satisfying smoke through said pursed lips, all became highly significant to my fevered pubescent brain. Those images flooded my masturbatory dreams! Hence, the association began.
The start of my fetish also had a great deal to do with my older cousin…
Sandy and I hung around together when she was 16. We were quite close. Our relationship lasted for a long time. I don't see her as often now, but the strong bond between us still exists. When I was a mere boy of 13, I thought that she was just THE sexiest woman on the planet! As I think about it now, she kind of had a Bernadette Peter-ish quality about her facial features. 'Bee-stung' pouty lips, small nose ... deep brown bedroom eyes! I'd cream my jeans at just the thought of her…and often did!
She had the most alluring face with THE most tantalizingly sexy mouth. Just watching her eat was a distraction and would never fail to produce an immense boner in my slacks at the dinner table! I was lucky my mother and aunt never noticed. It would have been a very difficult thing to explain! "Is the spaghetti THAT good, or are you just happy to see us"
Of course, you know where I'm heading with this, right YES, Sandy smoked! She did it with the same finesse and feminine sexual qualities as did the women in the TV ads. Almost as if smoking was the next best thing to sex itself! My aunt didn't know Sandy smoked. It was the height of sexual exuberance for me when she'd ask me to sneak out with her so she could have a cigarette. She knew it, too! The bulge in my drawers and the subsequent wet spot at the tip would give me away every time.
She knew she excited me, but it was never communicated between us through direct words. Her actions, and my reactions spoke volumes! At times during those trips outside, she would really get off on teasing my sorry young butt with her adult habit. More frequently, the subject of sex would arise. She'd begin teasing me by describing sexual activities she enjoyed, all the while smoking her cigarette, touching herself in various places and 'unintentionally' ( heh ) blowing smoke in my adolescent face! Nothing ever happened between us, but I think the connection was forever etched in my boyish fantasies. I thought about it often as I grew older.
At about the age of 17, I viewed my first pornographic movie with a group of friends. Vincent's parents had gone away one weekend and in no time a party was organized. Beer was purchased, a few girls were invited (some of whom smoked) and a good time was expected by all. Vincent didn't let us down.
Prior to the party, he had located a rather large shoebox in his father's closet just brimming over with dirty magazines, novels and pictures of women in various stages of undress. With an evil laugh, he produced the box at the party and placed it on the floor. All of us boys gathered around knowing that it contained something remarkable and not intended for our eyes. When the lid was lifted, the nature of it's contents was revealed to our bulging eyes (and pants) by the thick magazine on top. From the glossy cover, a sexy young redhead stared out at us. Part of her face was obscured by the biggest, and stiffest penis I had ever seen! I mean this meat pole was HUGE! The titanic cock, jutting obscenely across her face with it's bloated head extending way passed her lips, belonged to a man standing next to her. She knelt in submission on the floor. The cock was obviously in the throes of a massive orgasm. A long rope of cum (too long for the camera to catch it's end) was shooting from the dripping head positioned well beyond the other side of her sweet looking face! We looked at each other in awe with our mouths agape for a moment. Then simultaneously, we plunged our hands into the box and started sorting through its offerings, much to the chagrin of the girls present at the party.
At the very bottom of the box, something rattled. It was a film canister housing his dad's one and only porno flick. Vincent ran to the family room closet and pulled out a projector and screen. We waited impatiently as a couple of the guys scrambled to set everything up. With the exception of the girls, who migrated to the next room, the family room was filled with just us horny 'men' ... champing at the bit for Christmas to begin!
The 8mm film began, (already sending my dick skyward), with a sexy 30-ish woman standing at a bus stop smoking a cigarette. She looked so hot, I thought I'd die! Before long, a car pulled up and the man inside offered her a ride. She crushed out her cigarette, with high-heeled pumps, and accepted the offer. They ended up at his flat, where things eventually progress to a rather intense game of 'hide the salom.' The important point to be made here is the way the film ended ... with the man pulling out of her drenched pussy, brazenly jacking off his stiff cock in front of her face, and... the obligatory facial cum shot! I honestly did not expect this to happen! It took me completely by surprise! Yet I watched, enthralled with the flickering image of this girl having spurt after ropey spurt of jism splash, with pent-up force against her made up face, while she moaned with a passion you can't fake! I couldn't believe my eyes! She was not only letting him do this incredibly nasty thing to her, but SHE LOVED IT, AND WAS WANTONLY BEGGING FOR MORE!! I had to see it again and again. Hence, the start of my second fetish began to take shape. I wanted to do that to a sexy female visage some day!
My cohorts agreed to another showing of this flick. For some reason, during the second time, my sexy cousin popped into mind. Sandy was away at college and I hadn't talked to her for awhile. I can't explain why she invaded my thoughts at that particular moment, but as the hot wet ending of the movie unfolded before me, my mind began to drift. The sound of the projector became a distant mechanized hum. Thoughts of those sexually electric days with Sandy came flooding back in short snips of imagery. All those teasing smoke-filled moments entered my brain with ever increasing velocity. Until... it was Sandy's face being absolutely deluged in hot sperm! My testicles exploded, as she teasingly blew smoke from pouting, painted lips, at MY spurting prick head! Cum dripped from almost every part of her cute face! Her lips, cheeks and nose... even her dangling hoop earrings, were blasted with flying 'jit' (a particularly nasty local street term we used to describe sperm), as she moaned through her own intense orgasm!..........
The laughter came in chortles at first... Then guffaws filtered into this scene happening in my head. It was at this point I'd realized that I had shot off in my pants! And a hefty load at that! It was my friends' laughter I was hearing, and it was directed at me! I'm telling you, it took me a long time to live that one down! An incident that would almost repeat itself in the years ahead. Only the next time it happened, I wouldn't mind it at all! The steamy scene ran like a movie over and over again in my teenage thoughts for days on end. When Sandy returned from college during her break that year, it was hard to look at her without imagining what her pretty face would look like dripping with my gooey hot spunk! From that point on, I only dated girls who smoked. I'd go out of my way to be near them whenever they'd light up, and I would savor every smoky kiss.
As I said before, I've lived with these fetishes for quite awhile, long before I met my wife Becky. I never told anyone about them. Even my closest girlfriends were completely unaware of my fantasies of seeing their facial features covered in shimmering sperm as they smoked a cigarette. Nor, did I ever give the slightest thought to cornering some other unsuspecting soul into indulging me in what I considered to be 'my dark desires.' I kept it to myself. It took my beautiful wife to bring it out. BROTHER, DID SHE EVER BRING IT OUT!
When we met, a great many things attracted me to her; Her looks, for one! Her intelligence was above reproach. Her wit was unrestrained. Logic and perceptiveness were at the forefront of her character. She was quite a find! Oh, and did I mention She was, and still is a 'little devil,' as well! She liked to tease!! There was just no way of getting away from these women! It didn't take long to fall head over heels in love with her.
I didn't know she smoked until our third date...
I treated her to the best restaurant in town. One we would visit later in our marriage with another purpose in mind other than just eating. We had just ordered our dinner and struck up a discussion about her schooling when, in the middle of the conversation, she asked if I would mind if she smoked. My response was choked with sexual tension as I said, almost too loudly, "NO... I mean... no, please... go right ahead." At which point, she pulled a cigarette from her purse and asked for a light. I fumbled through my shirt pocket, produced a lighter and with a quivering hand, I held the flame out to touch the end of her cigarette. She gently steadied my hand with her own and looked straight into my eyes! The touch of her hand sent shock waves through my body right down to my cock! I nearly lost it right there! My pants immediately tented when she had asked me for a light. But when she took a long drag with those lush red lips, while still holding my hand, and proceeded to blow the smoke directly in my face during her exhale... WELL!... I almost set my slacks afloat! She didn't seem to notice my reaction to this and she continued to smoke in a sexy way, and our conversation progressed. I tried to keep my composure and stifle a groan, while my stiff member attempted to betray me by saturating my Fruits-of-the-loom! I kid you not! By the time she'd finished her cigarette, I had already shot off in my pre-cum soaked trousers once, and was well on my way to another, when the waiter brought our food! I had to put my overcoat on, while in a sitting position, before we got up to leave the restaurant. Thank goodness it was the middle of winter or the truth would have been quite evident to everyone there, including my future wife! As I found out later, the sight of my cum stained pants was a turn-on for her, also!!
Over the years of marriage, she began to take notice of how attentive I was whenever she'd light a cigarette. Especially when she was in full make-up and wearing earrings. I would find myself focused on her lush, painted. ovaled lips shimmering wetly, as she blew the smoke passed them. I started to envision my stiff sputtering cock in front of them when she did that! All this did not escape Becky's attention although we never spoke a single word concerning my obvious excitement...
The Cultivation of My Wife's Side of the Fetish
Our situation continued in much the same manner for a time…This wonderful, hot teasing on Becky's part, and me afraid to discuss it with her, for fear of rejection. Little did I know she was already on to me. My infatuation with my wife, and her smoking, grew stronger with each passing day. I was in a constant state of arousal! I'm sure she took notice to the ever-present lump in my pants whenever she'd light up! It became an uncontrollable and a volatile condition at times! No matter where we were, or who was around, when she'd bring a cigarette to her painted lips, the 'beast' would rise up within the dark confines of my trousers and reveal it's rigid shape to anyone who cared to glance down. When out in a public place, it got so bad I would have to excuse myself. With as much dignity as possible, I'd limp off to the nearest men's room. Once inside the privacy of a stall, after the struggle to get the zipper down over the protruding bulge, my stiff pole would pop forcefully from the opening and into my waiting hand. Jerking off would be a mere formality, and short lived when I was in this state. Almost instantly my prick would be shooting thick streams across the cubical to splash against the wall on the other side. Most of the time there would be enough warning for me to grab a wad of toilet paper to fire my frustrated sperm into. But there were those times when my cock would already be spurting as it stiffly sprung from the open zipper of my pants. I'd return to my wife with her usually whispering a private comment like, "Well, that was fast!" For a moment, I would think she knew what I had been doing. But then I'd shake that feeling, and think she was referring to the length of time it took me to pee, and return.
It was around then I noticed my wife's smoking style began to take on a kind of showmanship quality. It became more vamp-like, teasing, and deliberate. More frequent 'accidental' exhales in my face, or at my crotch! Call me dense, but I wasn't aware she'd caught on to my little desires, but it further fueled my fantasies. I was like a teen again, running off to the bathroom every chance I got to jerk off all over my hand and pants, as a result of her 'unintentional' teasing! Don't get me wrong. Our sex life was flourishing! If anything, it became more intense due to all this teasing. But we never carried through with this fetish of mine in bed. Never a word was spoken.
Then one sweltering mid-summer day, out of the proverbial 'blue,' my fantasy became a reality! It came like a hot kiss from the business end of a wet fist!... All at once... hard... and it took me completely by surprise!! *SMACK* (sorry... it's the detective story writer coming out in me!... It won't happen again.)
Anyway, I was standing on a stepladder, fixing the light fixture above the kitchen table, when she walked in dressed and made-up for work. She sat down across from me on the other side of the table, lit a cigarette and smoked while watching me work. There I was, in full view, standing on a short ladder. I was not able to hide the rigidly pointing cock in my loose-fitting slacks this time. It would have been difficult to miss, jutting straight out, like some obscene tent pole! The shape of the head was clearly visible through the thin material! (NO! I had not put on any underwear that day because it was so hot!...I can be such a stupid ass!)
What made it worse was that after every sexy drag she took into her lungs, she would blow the exhaled smoke right AT the tent in my slacks, while seemingly showing interest in my work! I'm a sucker for her. I can't take much teasing, before my cock starts wagging like a puppy's tail. Soon, my hard pole began to lurch noticeably behind the stretched material. It throbbed for her with every beat of my heart. Tell-tale pre-cum, oozing from my leaking boner, started to bleed through my pants right in front of her eyes, causing the shameful details of my condition to become much more distinct! It was then I realized she had noticed the affect her actions were having upon me, because I heard her gasp with the intake of her next puff.
What's more, my knees were weakening. I found it increasingly harder (heh) to keep a steady balance.
"Here, let me help you hon," she said.
With that, she stood up and walked over to me. Her lovely face was now at crotch level. She had taken a long sexy drag on her way over to me. With the cigarette in the same hand, she grabbed the head of my painfully stiff boner through slacks that were absolutely cum-soaked. Her fist squeezed until an audible squishing sound could be heard! The sound made us BOTH gasp in hot pleasure! All this, while she blew smoke around the protruding head!
"While you're working on that," she said breathlessly, "I'll help you by working the stiffness out of your pants, since I'm the cause of it!"
I gasped again and nearly fell as she started to roughly jerk me off through my soaked trousers. She plastered the sticky fabric around my dick, molding it to it's rigid shape, until even my balls were distinguishable under the thin material! This made it easier for her hand, still holding the cigarette, to slick nosily up and down from tip to base at greater speed!
I later found out that she enjoyed making me cum off in my slacks, and would do it over again many times in the months to come! Sometimes she would jack me to a climax… and other times she wouldn't even have to touch me! It gave her a sense of power knowing that she could excite me to the point of shooting off in my pants, and I would have no control over it!
Realizing she was bound and determined to make me shoot off in my pants, I gave into the feeling. I stood powerless to do anything about it, my fists clenching at my side, watching her hand jack relentlessly on my bloated prick. The sexy sound of it became louder. My groans became louder as I started to spurt so hard it shot through the fabric. With a scream she moved her hand to the base. Wielding my cloth-covered boner like a club, she began slapping it against her face repeatedly. Spurt after spurt of warm cum shot and oozed out through the constricting fabric, covering her lips and cheeks!
"OH MY GOD HONEY! LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO TO YOUR FACE!" I choked, after my orgasm began to subside. But she wasn't done with me yet...
Cum steaks drenched her lovely features.
"I know! Do it again!! Pull it out, baby! Pull it out and jerk off all over my face! I want to feel your cum squirting against my lips! I've been mean to you, teasing you with my smoking! Now it's time to pay me back! Show me what my smoking has done to you! Pull your stiff cock out and jack it off in front of my face! Fuck it through your fist against my face.. DAMN IT, HONEY!! Spurt all over my lips, please!"
GOD!! She was screaming the last three sentences. I went out of my mind with unbridled lust! I had to plaster her face! It had to be done now!
I struggled to extract my still hard dick from the trousers while she cooed and took a drag from her cigarette. I finally unzipped, pulled my aching prick out, and began to jerk off mere inches from her lips just as she blew smoke at the dripping head! I pushed my hips forward and fucked the dribbling tip around those pursed, smoking lips.
I felt the approach of another bone shaking orgasm and there was nothing I could do to stop it! She knew what was going to happen. She wanted it as badly as I!
Sensing my nearness, my wife pulled away to take another long drag while I jerked off like a teenager in front of her face. And then, with the cigarette in her hand she pushed mine out of the way, grabbed my wet dick and began violently jacking it in front of her lips as she teasingly blew smoke at the bloated head! The clopping wet sounds caused by the motion of hand jerking off my cock filled the air around us. It sent both of us into orbit. I watched her rock in the throes of her own orgasm while she beat me off!
That was all I could take! The sight of my wife's beautiful face, covered with sloppy cum from the earlier orgasm blown through my slacks, and those wet red sexy lips blowing smoke at my prick head was too much for this weakling to stand!
I started to spurt, just as she put the reddened filter to her lips to take another puff. The first shot hit her hand and draped over the cigarette AND her lips! WOW! That sent me into a series of hard spurts! The next three were thick and sloppy as she turned her face to exhale. They creamed across her ovaling lips in fat lines. She moaned and continued to blow the smoke from her last drag as I forcefully splattered jit all over her face, neck and perfumed hair.
It was everywhere! Cum dripped in long strands from her nose, her lips, the cigarette... even her earrings! It was an all too familiar sight even though I had never experienced such an act! Then I remembered! Vincent's porn movie... from the shoebox... When I was a teen!
It was picture perfect!....
We Get Our Act Together
I stared down from my position on the ladder. My breathing ragged. I was completely overwhelmed by the shear sexual beauty of Becky's sperm-laden face. In complete awe of the unbridled passion that just took place between the two of us! My dripping cock, which stuck straight out from the open zipper of my cum saturated trousers, remained rock hard in my hand.
She looked up at me, her eyes glazed over with newfound pleasure and her face streaming with my wet offerings. Her breasts heaved under the saturated blouse she wore as our eyes met in a lustful stare… A stare, which wouldn't have been broken even if a freight train suddenly thundered through the kitchen. Not a word passed between us.
Everything seemed to have stopped during those passionate smoke-filled moments. The movements and sounds of the outside world ceased to be. The only movement that existed was the wanton sexual activity transpiring between my wife and I. The only sounds were that of my cock being wetly jacked off, moans of hot pleasure and our labored breathing. This feeling of solitude continued while we looked into each other's eyes. Then, the sounds of the world filtered back in around us, breaking the spell.
"I really got you THAT stiff, and made you spurt THAT hard, just by smoking a cigarette" she asked, cum still dripping from her face.
"AND LOOK! JESUS!... You' re STILL hard!" she exclaimed, running her hand up and down the sticky length causing more cum to ooze out.
I nodded dumbly, again.
"WHEW!... Okay then," she breathed. "Let's go and see if we can make this thing go down!"
She led me down the ladder grasping the head of my stiff member. She picked up her cigarettes and lighter, and we made our way into the bedroom, with her pulling me along that way. After placing the cigarettes and lighter on the night table next to our bed, she quickly undressed. I struggled to remove my cum-soaked clothing.
We lay on the bed in a heated embrace, our passion renewed. I kissed the cum off her face as I roughly stabbed my cock into her wet pussy and began a slow rhythm that had us both panting before long! Our love making continued at this deliciously slow pace for a while... that is, until she decided to 'turn on the heat!'
She was moaning when she casually reached over and pulled out a fresh cigarette from the pack on the table next to the bed.
My blood began to boil watching her put the filter tip between her painted lips. She lit it... and my plunges into her pussy suddenly became harder and more insistent. She took a long cheek-hollowing pull on the filter with the glowing tip of the cigarette only millimeters from my face!
I started to slam my rigid organ into her with such force, it made her gasp the tight ball of smoke down to her lungs. She looked SO FUCKING HOT with her face contorted into a mask of complete ecstasy, her mouth gasping open as she pulled the cigarette away from her lips! I was fucking her cunt as hard as I could by the time she pursed her lips to begin hotly blowing the smoke in my face! After her exhale, she SCREAMED out in orgasm while I rocked her back and forth, smacking her head against our bedroom wall!
After her orgasm subsided, she calmed down enough to continue her 'bad girl' smoking act for me, an act she would perfect in the years to come, as I fucked the hell out of her... casually smoking as if nothing much was going on! At one point, she even reached for her lipstick and re-applied a fresh coat before taking another sexy drag! THIS was a calculated move on her part! A stroke of genius! Watching her do this had it's desired effect on me! My balls churned. I began to spurt as I pulled out and made my way along side of her body, on my knees, trying to get to her face in time.
The anticipation of the impending sperm bath was clearly visible in her facial expression. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open in a slight smile as she pulled the lipstick coated cigarette, balanced in the 'V' of her fingers, away from her full lips to inhale the mixture of smoke and air. GOD, SHE LOOKED HOT! I wanted so much for that moment to be forever suspended in time. As if captured in a photograph or paused in a video. BUT, there was no way on earth of hold back the forceful orgasm in progress!
By the time I reached her face, my cock was already squirting like a ruptured water main! I jerked off just above her ovaled lips as she exhaled smoke all around the spurting head. I had never cum SO violently in my life! All of the first four pulses shot from my cock in long ropes past her smoking lips. The ending drips fell in gobs all over her face. They sailed across the bed to land on the pack of cigarettes and in the ashtray on the nightstand as her smoke curled around my pumping cock in hand. She blew the smoke hard enough to reach my face. Second hand smoke...BAH!! Even the heady aromatic smell made me shoot HARDER!! I angled my prick down to criss-cross her face with several lines of hot jit!....I angled it down even more to rub the head all over and around her O-shaped lips while I was still spurting hard.
She was moaning and encouraging me the whole time to be my nastiest!....
"Oh yes honey," she moaned. "Be my lipstick! Ah, shoot harder! Coat my lips! Shove your dick up against my face while you're shooting off like that! DROWNED ME IN YOUR CUM!"
I couldn't believe she had another orgasm during all that, fueled by what she was saying AND DOING! She took to my fetish quicker than it took me to build it over the years! I could tell that the best was yet to come. More forbidden lust waited!
The whole experience, that hot summer's afternoon, was nothing less than a hardcore wet dream come to life!
She was late for work... and I still hadn't fixed the kitchen light!...
We Take Our 'Act' On the Road.
From that moment on, Becky, that sweet-witty-perceptive-intelligent girl with whom I exchanged vows only ten years before, became ONE HOT BITCH!! She KNEW her smoking turned me on so! It was my fault, really. I handed her the loaded gun! She would use it every chance she'd get, no matter where we were and at anytime. It was pleasurable torture... FOR THE BOTH OF US!
She also understood, that at any moment she wanted, I could easily be teased and seduced with the slightest effort on her part! TALK ABOUT PAVLOV'S DOG!!! I'm sure the Russian physiologist had never dreamed of anything like this! Literally, just the sound of her lighter clicking into action was enough to send my cock pointing skyward in my pants to coat the inside with copious amounts of pre-cum. My wife LOVED the sight of that happening to me! She would light up and take quick glances below my belt at the tent and rapidly growing sticky spot. I never wore underwear, so my dick and balls were always well defined, to the point where you could tell what religion I was!
This also would take it's toll on Becky! I mean, she REALLY got off on teasing me in public, watching my cum spurt and the wet spot grow larger without so much as touching me!
Then... she took the next dangerous step to satisfy her urge. She started to get into jerking me off, with my prod still confined in my trousers, in public places where she KNEW the chances of being caught were good! This was her particular addition to the fetish and fast becoming one of my favorites. She enjoyed the sight and feel of my stiff prick throbbing and shooting off in my saturated slacks as a result of her expert manipulations and sensual smoking! When I'd spurt off, I'd watch her thighs rubbing together, listen to her breathing become rapid and her eyes roll up into her head. I'm not kidding! She absolutely loved jacking me off through my loose trousers! Once, we went out to an exclusive restaurant in town (sound familiar). I was in my best 'bib and tucker.' Becky looked especially hot that night. She had dressed in a slinky black evening gown and was wearing black strappy high heels. Her shoulder length hair was permed slightly back behind her ears. I remember, she wore long sexy dangling earrings. [I guess this is another fetish of mine. I'm a push over for slutty earrings!]
Becky's face was absolutely radiant! Her lipstick and make-up, impeccably applied, gave her face that look of sexual prowess I SO enjoy. Distractive, to say the least. She had chosen the reddest and wettest looking lip gloss to wear that night. Her lips positively shimmered in various angles of light. I walked into the restaurant with extreme pride at having her by my side! The maitre d' escorted us to our table and we sat down to begin enjoying an exciting evening. My wife was about to show me just HOW exciting it could get!!
The tables at this fine establishment were fairly private. A kind of large high-backed booth affair with leather seats. Surrounding the top of the booth were potted foliage chiefly made up of orchids and other exotic flowering plants. This added to the feeling of solitude. Becky and I could sit next to each other in the large booth and look out onto the floor of the restaurant at the other diners as they sat innocently eating their meals.
The tables had another great feature I should mention. Long tablecloths spilling almost all the way to the floor, so no one could see what was about to transpire!
The waiter took our wine order and left us to converse on the events of our day. My attention was intensely riveted on Becky's face and the raw sexual beauty she exuded as she talked on about what happened at work. I found my cock growing steadily as I watched her reach into her purse for her B&H's menthol 100s (not a plug) and place them on the table in front of her. I was not aware of it, but she had already begun to tease me by not lighting a cigarette right away. She merely removed one from the pack, and placed it between her slender fingers, using it teasingly as a prop in her conversation. That was sexy enough! She had painted her long fingernails in deep red polish. That, in stark contrast with her all white cigarette send my heads in a spin... BOTH of them, if you catch my drift! Forgive me, but I wanted to spurt all over her THEN.
When she finally brought the filter to those lips of hers and sweetly asked for a light, my dick was so stiff it hurt. The thick flow of pre-cum already completely saturated my loose dress slacks. I was thinking of toddling off to the men's room to take care of this 'problem' if I could only figure out a way of getting there without anyone noticing. But I stayed.
I lit her cigarette and never noticed her other hand being placed on my knee. I should had known she was well aware of my raging wet hard-on. I was so taken with her intoxicating beauty, I never saw what was about to happen. While talking casually, the little wench made certain no one noticed her hand creeping up my thigh to my aching cock. The cum-soaked tent in my pants and my stiffy encased within would be her reception committee!
I gasped in surprise and pent up sexual tension when her hand closed around my swollen dick through the material. She began to mold the wet sticky fabric all around it, while taking a long sexy drag from her lipstick-coated cigarette! She then leaned in close to my face and exhaled through ovaled wet lips.
"Oooh my," she declared. "You poor baby! Did my smoking get you ALL SWOLLEN and WET down there again Auh... tisk tisk... Well, we can't just take you out here! NO! hmmmm... Well... I guess I'll just have to make it pop in your pants!! Auh... I know it hurts. I'll make it pop and you'll feel much better. I'll make the swelling go down, my poor tortured husband."
And with that, she proceeded to squeeze the sticky material around my rock hard prick, which was sticking straight up in my slacks by then, and vigorously jack it up and down while taking sexy drags from her cigarette! My pants were so wet, the fabric molded around my cock as if it were tightly upholstered! Every detail there for her hand to feel during it's slick trips up and down! I was worried someone would hear the sexy chopping sounds of my cock being wetly jacked off through my trousers. When no one seemed to catch on, I gave in to the exquisite nastiness of it all, sat back and relaxed as much as possible! I began to bucked my hips, forcing my encased prick up into her pumping fist.
"Make it pop honey! PLEASE! Make it pop! It hurts SO bad!!" I breathed, out of control.
Her breathing became ragged as her hand raced up and down in a slick motion on the obscene sticky tent of my pants. I could tell at that point she was beginning to experience an orgasm of her own. She intended to take us both there! All around us, people were carrying on normal conversations and eating their meals while I was having my stiff dick violently jerked off through my trousers by the most beautiful woman in the room! THIS WAS TOO MUCH!!!!
I quickly approached my orgasm and groaned softly while she took another drag and blew it in my sweaty face. I had to stop myself from screaming out loud. My dick throbbed uncontrollably in her hand and began to shoot off wad upon wad in my soaked pants! I spurted SO long and SO hard, it oozed through the fabric and dripped in sloppy strands off her pistoning fist! We were completely out of control. I had to stop her well after our mutual orgasms had subsided for fear of some one noticing our bodies jerking in our seats! We did our best to calm down and look around. The business of the restaurant went on as usual. No one noticed.
After that, we ate dinner and talked about a way of getting me out of there without anyone taking notice to my fully cum-soaked slacks....
"...Slow Down, I'll Tell You When!...I May Never Walk Again!..."
Well, our sexual exploits continued much the same for a while with slight deviations here and there. My wife became more brazen in her attempts to bring me off in public. It was almost like the effects of a strong narcotic. She needed it to fuel her own desires. And she had to have more of it! Each time she succeeded in making me spurt off in my drawers, the more exciting it was for her. She told me she'd also achieve an orgasm whenever she would jack me off through my pants with other people around. She guessed it had to do with the risk of being caught doing something so nasty and so naughty to a man in a public place, and having to explain her actions. You know..."Nice girls don't smoke, and they just don't go around putting their hand on a man's thing in his pants with the intent of beating him off to a climax!"
She also loved the feeling of power she had over me while performing such a down-and-dirty act! She got off on teasing me almost to the point of a ripping orgasm and then, with a saucy smile, remove her hand from my tented britches just to see what I'd do! There were times where I had to grab my cock through my slacks to bring myself off when she'd do that! This was also a spectacle she enjoyed a great deal. DAMN! She could be SUCH A BITCH sometimes!... and I LOVED IT!!
Anyway, our little games began to take on new dimensions. Theatrics came into being! We planned scenes and acted out sexual plays to be performed at home, or in public. These plays were based on mutual fantasies. First, the idea would be conceived. Then, discussions on detail took place... the where, when and how of it all. Direction and dialogue would be easy. They would develop spontaneously on location during the play. The plot would form as a result of our interaction, also to happen on location. Just discussing the details would turn us on so much, we'd have to move the conference into the bedroom. Becky liked being the dictatorial director in these discussions! I would lick and suck her wet pussy, playing the 'yes' man, while she smoked and talked about the production.
One time, we staged this whole scene where I went to this out-of-the-way bar we had discovered while on vacation the year before. It's located in a Jersey shore community that's normally quiet for most of the year. But come summer, it becomes a raunchy party haven for mostly college kids looking to let their hair down during break. Anyway, this bar is always jam packed with people. The music is too loud. Everybody's sloshed, horny and there for the same purpose. To boink ... or to be boinked! AH! The perfect place to stage our little 'sex act!'
After days of talking about it, the 'big night' finally arrived! Discussion was kept to a minimum on exactly what we planned on doing, once there. We were to act out a scene of a 'barfly' and a guy, who's just minding his own business, meeting for the first time. I got there before Becky, as planned, and waited with a semi-hard johnson. Foaming at the pants, with the thought of what might happen here tonight!
I sat at the bar, nursing a scotch, with my eyes riveted on the front doors and waiting for Becky's entrance to begin this little play. The wait was a long one! An hour slowly ticked by, and still no Becky. I began to worry that she was caught up in work and had forgotten our plans for the evening. Another Hour torturously dragged on as I watched the bar fill to capacity with mostly horny guys out for a lay. This made me nervous! What if she comes in and I'm not able to get to her in time I'd have to pull some slobbering fraternity brat off of her! I started to get angry. WHERE WAS SHE, DAMN IT!
I just started to get up to call her at work when in she walked, looking as slutty as the day is long... or should I say, as my dick is long. My cock quickly stiffened into a raging erection as my eyes rolled over her sexy form! I realized why she was late in getting there. She was busy at home, preparing her costume and make-up for our play. She certainly didn't go to work looking that way! My eyes were burning into her tits. Me and every other single guy in that bar! I knew that I would have to work fast. If I didn't, I would wind up having to fight for her attention!
Our eyes met, only momentarily, as she made her way through the smoky bar to a somewhat private booth. MY GOD! She looked like sex itself with her hair all wild and her face made-up! The low-cut black dress she wore clung to her wanton form like plastic wrap. Every nuance, every curve accented in black velvet, was there for discerning eyes to behold. She wore my favorite slutty earrings and scathingly slutty four inch heels... She shot the works... or she was going to... if I had anything to do with it! My cock was giving her a standing ovation. If it had hands, it would be applauding!
She pushed ALL the right buttons with just her looks and especially her actions. She sat down in the booth, lit a cigarette and exhaled through ovaled red lips as she threw her head back slightly. She slowly brought her head back down and looked straight at me while moistening her full lips with her tongue. It was all I could do to keep from shooting off right then and there! I gathered my wits, and my drink, and started to make my way across the room. I pushed my way through the crowd over to her table and stood next to her as she sat there looking so fucking hot! My swollen cock had already started to leak and the wet spot was clearly visible. I stood next to her in silence for a long time just taking in this lusty vision. She was paying no attention to me... but I knew she was waiting for my next move. For a while, all I could do was to stand there, very close to her, and drip!
Finally, after clearing my throat, I asked her if I could buy her a drink. She wasn't facing me when she took a drag from her cigarette. But then, she turned her head and blew a thick cloud of smoke at my stiffly pointing cock while looking right at the bulbous head! I couldn't stop it if I tried. I spurted hard through my trousers, without being touched, right there in front of her sexy face as she did that! My slacks were thin and I hadn't worn any underwear, as usual. The first hard shots coursed through the fabric and dripped on her skirt and down to her heels. She finished her exhale, looked up at me and said;
"Sure, I'll have what you're having."
And with that, she leaned over and placed her lips around the head of my spurting prick through my fucking pants! My back was to the crowded room. There was so much noise and so much going on, no one seem to notice Becky mouthing off my stiff exploding dick head through the slacks. You know what At that point I wouldn't have cared! She leaned back, licking her lips, and admired the fresh lipstick mark made in the shape of an 'O' around the head wetly pushing out the material.
"Why don't you sit down and order that drink for me," she said as she grabbed the head of my cock, "and we'll see what we can do about your ...er... ah, 'problem.'"
Well, you can guess what happened the rest of our stay there! She brought me off two more times while I fingered her pussy under the table. This time, plenty of people noticed my cum-stained trousers as I led my hot wife to the door. But, I didn't care one bit!
On our way back, we couldn't keep our hands off each other! I took her home and fucked her first in the garage on top of the car with her skirt flung up and me, with my cock sticking out of my open fly. Then we moved to our bedroom where I proceeded to screw her through the damn bedsprings time and time again! Our lovemaking that night was rough... fast and urgent!
Counseling can be a Real Drag!
We certainly threw ourselves fully into the role-playing aspects of our mutual fetishes. They became more elaborate and creative as our passion for the games intensified.
One of our darker stagings (also, one of our favorites) centered around me playing the role of an angry, staunchy guidance counselor named 'Mr. Davis' who ran a 'half way' house for troubled teens. He was a strict disciplinarian who expected proper conduct from his young ladies. The house rules, set down by the counselor, were to be obeyed without question, under the threat of serious disciplinary actions if they were not adhered to at all times!
Among his many enforcements was proper attire.
"The young ladies here will dress in a fashion that projects an image of purity, respectability and dignity," he (I) would say, "or they will never leave this house!"
Also, the wearing of make-up and jewelry were strictly forbidden. And, of course, (the scene wouldn't be complete without this)... SMOKING was considered a major offense! Anyone caught indulging in this un-lady-like behavior would be swiftly disciplined and dealt with severely by the counselor himself! These rules were admonished by Mr. Davis with unceasing regularity. He (I) would remind Becky's counterpart to observe these restrictions and obey all other house rules, or there would be hell to pay!
Becky's character was that of a submissive older teen named 'Barbara' who's devilish spirit was always getting her into hot water with the counselor for one infraction or another. One of her weaknesses was smoking. She loved doing it because it made her feel older and sexy.
Becky easily took to this role due to the fact it paralleled her real life experiences as a youth. Her father was a very strict parent and had caught her in the act of smoking a number of times. On those occasions, he would lecture her on the evils of such behavior and the consequences it may bring. He hinted at the sexual aspects of the act of smoking by saying that it may attract the 'wrong' kind of boy. Or, give the right boy the wrong idea. She never question her father on these points because she was too frightened and wanted the lecture to end. Later, after he'd send her to her room, Becky would have a chance to think clearly about what he had said. Her father's voice echoed in her thoughts. Unfortunately for him, his choice of words and phrases had the opposite effect. You see, he unwittingly planted the seeds in Becky's head that smoking attracted boys... right or wrong! It only encourage her to continue smoking... to use it as one of her feminine wiles (I know! I'm sounding like a sexist again! But this is the way she described it to me!). Although it never reached fetish levels, her smoking became a point of sexuality. She flaunted it, using it to entice her boyfriends to react sexually.
None of them reacted the way I did to her smoking. After she explained all of this to me, I finally understood what was going on during our third date. And why she took to my fetish so easily once it was out in the open. I clearly understood why we were SO right for each other on so many different levels...
To her... I was the 'right' boy... with the wrong idea!
This is also the reason why our little 'half way' house role-playing worked to excite the two of us. I was the authority figure lecturing her about how naughty she was being by smoking a cigarette, like her father did many years before. Only, in this situation, she would always gain the upper hand. I wouldn't have it any other way!
I'll tell you, we became so good at this play, and it was almost scary, sometimes! I never knew when to expect her to lapse into the character. Whenever she did, I would immediately assume the role and we'd be hot and heavily into our little play. Sometimes picking up where we had left off!
One time, I had arrived home from work after a grueling day and in the foulest of moods. I normally try not to bring the irritants of a bad day home with me, but that particular day was an unavoidable exception! It only served to fuel my persona in the performance, which was about to take place. I walked into the house all set to 'chew her ear' a bit about my shitty day, only to find her in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, her back to me, and dressed in the SLUTTIEST outfit going! I knew right away that Becky had planned for me to 'catch' her like this. She was horny, and 'Barbara' was at work here! I realized that she was quite unaware of my presence as I stood in the doorway watching her every move, my cock growing steadily and pushing out the fabric of my trousers.
She was a vision plucked from a wet dream! Her hair was in pigtails. They swung back and forth across her shoulders as she struggled to adjust the tight skirt hugging her bottom. Her ears were adorned in rather large slutty hoop earrings, which also moved in unison with her pigtails. Her face was made up like a hooker's; in sharp contrast to the young girl hairstyle she sported. She looked just how an inexperienced teenage girl would be made up, with the intent of getting a rise out of the local boys on a Saturday night! A lit Benson & Hedges dangled from her slightly parted glossy lips, as she continued to adjust the tight material around her push-up bra, her beautiful breasts pushing outward. She looked just the way she wanted... like a naughty girl! I immediately knew what to do at that point, and I fell right into my character.
"Barbara! YOUNG WOMAN!" I shouted, startling her into posture. "WHAT in HELL do you think you're doing!"
"Oh shit." she murmured in a frightened tone, as she stared wide-eyed at my reflection in the mirror.
"OH... AH... I'm just... AH..."
"OH, AH, You're just, AH... LOOKING LIKE A COMPLETE TRAMP IS ALL LITTLE MISS!” I boomed. I mean, LOOK AT YOU! JUST TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT YOURSELF IN THAT MIRROR YOU LIKE LOOKING INTO SO MUCH!!"
As I raged on, my boner grew even stiffer and pointed straight out inside my pants, threatening to rip right through the thin fabric. I was really getting into to this situation. The heat intensified in my body. My heart rate soared, and the adrenalin pumped. I had begun to sweat and my breathing was constricted the point of discomfort. The lump in my throat started to match the one in my pants. Thus was the effect my wife had upon me. Everything about her at that moment; her looks, her hair and make-up, the way she dressed, her attitude, screamed raw sexuality! My cock screamed for release…all over her! My appetite for her increased with fervor almost beyond my control, as I gazed upon this vision of lust. I could have eaten her alive!
"I'm sorry Mr. Davis," she whimpered, holding the cigarette down at her side. "I was planning to go out tonight and I just wanted to look nice."
The pre-cum oozed copiously from my cock head and started to bleed through my tented trousers. My hot stare racked over her slutty image. The cigarette smoke curled around her tits, then up to her face.
"Look nice... LOOK NICE!" I shouted. "You look like a cheap mid-town prostitute ready to suck off the first guy with a twenty grasped in his hand! And, DIDN'T I WARN YOU ABOUT CIGARETTE SMOKING BEFORE HUH! IT'S A BAD HABIT. AND AN UNBECOMING THING FOR A YOUNG LADY TO BE DOING! It makes you look like a cheap SLUT! Well, it certainly does fit your image right now! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT A YOUNG LADY DISPLAYING THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOR CAN BRING OUT IN A MAN ... Well, DO YOU!
Her eyes wandered down to the soaked tent in my slacks. My prick was pushing them straight out and cum was oozing through the fabric. A dark wet spot slowly spread out from the protrusion of the dripping head of my throbbing cock. A knowing smile played upon her lips as she found new courage to slowly bring the filter tip of the cigarette to her mouth. She took a long cheek-hollowing drag, all the while looking seductively at the obscene lump of the stiff dick swelling even larger in my pants. She exhaled the smoke passed glistening lips and in a lustful tone said,
"Hmmmmmm.... I think I could venture a guess. But, ah... why don't you come over here and show me first hand, Mr. Davis."
"WHAT" I queried in mock surprise.
"Okay... I'll just come over there to see for myself.”
She sauntered over, closing the distance between us. She stood very close. Her hard breasts were almost touching my chest. She brought the lipstick-stained cigarette to her lips to take another drag just inches from my face. She then dropped the same hand down and squeezed the swollen, bloated head of my jutting cock through my pants! A squishy wet sound could be heard as a result of that action. At the same time, she shockingly blew a thick cloud of sexy smoke right in my face. That pushed me to the edge all at once. I started to cum forcefully right then and there.
"What are you doing Barbara! AAAAAUUUUUGH!!!" I groaned, as my aching boner throbbed painfully, and shot off powerfully in her hand!
During that first spurt, my sweaty hands flew up in a knee-jerk reflex. I seized her by her upper arms and began to shake her whole body violently. This forced her hand to jack in and out on the jutting, stiff tent protruding from my trousers. I went wild, my hips fucking my exploding member into her grasping fist. She squealed, her voice wavering due to me shaking her by the arms so intensely. Her pigtails whipped back and forth and around in front of her face. The situation was completely out of control… I shook her as hard as I could, as this massive orgasm took hold!
"Ooh! MR.DAVIS...AAH!” she screamed, feeling the concealed head of my boner within her grasping fist, throb and erupt time and time again through the fabric.
Her squeals of abandon continued, while I fucked my hips in and out. Jism spurted all over her jacking fist and cigarette filter through my trousers. She had the fabric pull so tight across the head, that shot after shot of erupting sperm coursed right through. Hot ropes of deflected cum skidded along her arm. Some pulses fired across her skirt, as she frantically fuck-pumped the cloth-covered boner up and down from tip to base in her wet fist. Her pumping soon became spastic as an orgasm swept through her body. She was then holding onto my erupting dick for dear life, while her cunt pulsed and soaked her school girl panties. At one point, she moved her hand up in an over-handed grip, to palm just the tip. She spasmodically squeezed, while jerking off the aching, squirting head through my wet pants, until I wanted to scream! The final explosions were quite intense because of that action. More cum dripped from her squeezing hand.
The spasms finally subsided after what seemed like a very long period of time. I slowly stopped shaking her limp body but kept a firm grip on her arms. Her head rested against her shoulder as we stared at each other, our breathing ragged. She looked at me through half-closed eyes and a shit-eating grin on her flushed face. She gave the appearance of being completely stoned.
The sloppy cum, which had ballooned in my slacks, continued to ooze out from the saturated fabric. Her hand, still tightly gripping my cock head, dripped like a slimy waterfall with the jism blown through my pants. My cock remained rock hard. She glanced down, a look of disbelief on her face at the fact that my dick seemed even more rigid than before. I felt like I could still cum hard at any moment! I couldn't believe it myself, but I would use this situation to my full advantage.
"Do you see what you have done, YOUNG LADY!" I rasped, falling back into character. "Okay, so you want to smoke and look like a slut HUH Okay then... Go ahead and smoke! I'll just have to teach you a HARD lesson!... I'll show you what happens when you act like this!!"
A moan of fear and excitement escaped her lips at the thought of things to come. I still had her by the arms as I lead her to the edge of the bed and sat her down. Sperm webbed and dripped from her hand and cigarette. She moaned again, brought the dripping filter to her lips and licked it before taking another puff. Meanwhile, I pulled the boner from my sticky pants as quickly as I could and vigorously jerked off in front of her pursed lips while she exhaled smoke at the near-bursting head. Her other hand fingered her clit through her soaked panties as she stared at the expanding head of my cock.
"That's right Barbara. Bring yourself off! Finger your pussy while a man jerks off in your face! Prove what a slut you are to me! Purse those slut lips and blow your tramp smoke across my dick. I'm gonna shoot all over them."
"OOOhhhh AAAAhhhhhh... YES Mr. Davis! I-I-I am a slut!" she stammered. "Please! I WANT TO SEE YOUR CUM! OOOOooohhh! PLEASE shoot off hard on my face! JACK YOUR STIFF PRICK OFF IN MY FACE!!"
"Here's what happens...AH...when you... OOOooooh... do this nasty thing to a-a-AH MAN!" I stuttered in a pre-orgasm frenzy, while jerking off in front of her panting mouth.
My lust-bloated dick suddenly exploded. It started to shoot off SO hard in front of her face, I swear I saw her head snap back from the force of the blasts! Three shots in rapid succession squirted across her nose and cheeks. The third skidded along her right cheek and hit her ear. A stream of passion slime cascaded down to the lobe, and dripped onto her hoop earring. She cooed and turned her head, placing the filter of the cigarette between her lips to take another drag. Meanwhile, knot after sloppy knot of hot jit continued to shoot from my rigid organ, splashing in lines across her flushed cheeks .It spurted on her hand and the cigarette, as she turned away to take the drag. Then when she turned back toward my squirting cock to exhale, I leaned in and positioned the head to within an inch of her lipstick-coated mouth. Cum slashed forcefully against her pursed lips in pulsing white jets, as she blew smoke all over the erupting head. Finally, with a stiff jab, I just stabbed my ejaculating prick through her lips and groaned. Streaks of red lipstick smeared down the rigid shaft. With my spurting cock plugging that hole, I forced the rest of her slut smoke to exit her nose! I fucked her sexy mouth for a few moments cumming hard, before pulling out to shoot jizzy pulses on her pigtails and earrings. Her orgasm hit while I was fucking her lips, and she shook and shivered through a bone rattling cum of her own. She moaned, almost crying, when I pulled out of her dripping lips. Her cunt spasmed uncontrollably in her schoolgirl panties, as I continued to plaster her face with sperm. Her lovely, slutty face was a mask of dripping cum. I made a point of rubbing my stiff cock, which was by then just oozing cum, all over her face and lips, as her orgasm intensified. Finally, everything seemed to slow.
It felt to me as if my insides were coming out during that climax. I half expected to see my shoes spurt out of there!
Even after I calmed down a bit more, I still remained quite hard and horny enough to continue the 'lesson' in her wet pussy while we were both fully clothed! She looked so hot, spread-eagle on the bed, a fresh cigarette in her grasp and my cum streaming down her face. It dripped in gobs from her earrings and hair as I pounded her swollen pussy relentlessly... We made love for hours on end that night and continued the play until we both fell in a heap on the bed. I haven't been able to keep it up that long ever since (although, I've tried).
To this very day, my wife and I continue to enjoy these mutual fetishes. Why just yesterday, she woke me out of a sound sleep by blowing smoke in my face. I awoke to the sight of smoke passing through parted lips so glossy and wet, I could see my sweaty reflection! God! I hope this torture never ends!
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