Smoking Stories?

[g1lly83]

Anyone have any more smoking femdom stories? or know where there some?
I love to older woman seducing younger guy stories, ans also using them as ashtrays ans smoke catchers with their friends? please add them if you have them.

There was one started a while ago about a guy and his neighbour but it never got completed. what ever happened to it?

cheers

simon

[Sockratease]

If you like Smoking Fetish, I'd Love some feedback on these efforts:



http://www.femdomdesire.com/forums/f...l-edition.html

And another:

http://www.femdomdesire.com/forums/f...l-edition.html


They're not stories, but at least it's smoking fetish related stuff... somewhat!

[g1lly83]

yeah they are quite cool, not totaaly my thing though, cheers anyways

[Sockratease]

Thanks for responding!

I hope someone links to the stories you actually want!

[hockeysub12]

I actually wrote another chapter to the story you were talking about yesterday...check the section marked stories and you will find it there.

[g1lly83]

hi hocky sub, please contiue the new story you arewriting, i was refering to the Mistress Perveta story that ended at chapter 6, is that one going to continue? cheers and keep up the great work

[hockeysub12]

I've got so many in works...I need to go back and look and see where I left off and continue on. Glad you enjoyed it though.

[Sauur]

Here is a F/F smoking story. *WARNING* There is death involved.


Deadly Smoke

Lisa was 18. She was a bright young girl. However she was not pretty, or even very healthy. She had numerous medical ailments. Her eyes were bad and so she wore a thick pair of glasses. Her parents loved pig tails so that is what she wore. Her face seemed as cratered as the moon. She was allergic to practically everything. The greatest issue she had was her Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease. The slightest thing would set it off and she would go into a coung fit, and her lungs would sometimes just seize up and shut down. Her parents actually had to move to the country to get away from the pollutants of the city.

They were very protective of Lisa. They knew that their child was very sick and had to be sheltered. However when she turned 18, she was determined to see the world. Normally she was a passive individual but this time she stood up to her parents and in her squeaky voice she said, “I want to go to college!” They came up with a hundred reasons on why she couldn’t go. But she countered them. She was bright and had read about a ton of things. “This college is not in the city, I’ll be safe from the pollutants and too much car exhaust. And the entire campus is smoke free!” Finally her parents relented. She had done her homework and clearly this was important to her.

Soon the excited young innocent 18 year old was headed off to become a college freshman. Arriving on the campus to her first class she was a sight to see. Big thick glasses, an old fashioned dress, and pig tails. As she walked by people had to suppress a snicker. She was lost in the sights and sounds and didn’t even notice this. The air was crisp and fresh. Birds were singing and the fall leaves were turning into a symphony of colors. Her joyous thoughts stopped as she was about to enter the building where her class was.

Outside the building stood three other students who were smoking. Smoking! Lisa immediately took several steps back. Even though she wasn’t near them yet she couldn’t take any chances. She watched them as they stood chatting and smoking. They were not supposed to be allowed to smoke on campus! She was determined to stand up to them once they finished their death sticks. As she watched she grew very self conscious. All of those girls were incredibly pretty.

The first girl had beautiful long blond hair and her eyes were shaded by her sunglasses. She had a tight tank top on that was stretched tight over her pert round breasts. She was slim and her skin seemed to have that flawless tanned glow. The next girl was shorter then her and of Asian descent. She was very thin but again very pretty. Her face had an angelic like quality. The last girl was taller then rest and this was accentuated more by the fact she wore high heels. She was a brunette and was incredibly voluptuous. It border lined on being slightly overweight but none would call her fat.

Mustering all the courage she had she went over to them once those cigarettes had been safely finished. In a mousy voice she said, “Excuse me.” They ignored her. A little louder she said, “Excuse me!” They turned to look at her and all three laughed. The one in sunglasses said, “Oh my God, you are the biggest dork I’ve ever seen here.” Her face turning red at the insult she stuttered out what she had been rehearsing to say, “Y-You c-c-c-can’t s-smoke out here. It’s, t-the r-r-rules.”

The girl in sunglasses whose name was Britney laughed in Lisa’s face. Jabbing a finger hard into her chest she said, “What makes you think you can tell me what to do?” The Asian girl whose name was Jasmine added, “Yeah what is your problem dork face.” All three girls crowded around poor Lisa who was very intimated by their words and their superior looks. She tried to explain, again stuttering uncontrollably, “I-I have a… a… r-r-respiratory problem I-I c-can’t t-take the s-smell.”

The third girl, the tall one in heels whose name is Ashley said, “Oh so now little miss ugly four eyes is saying we smell.” That wasn’t at all what Lisa was trying to say. She tried to correct her but as soon as she barely got out a, “I-I-I d-didn’t…” she was cut off by Britney who said, “Shut up you pig tailed pig, you get up in our faces again like this we’ll show a *real* bad smell you got that?” Lisa had no idea what she meant with that but being frightened she nodded her head and than ran up into the building. The girl’s laughter trailed after her.

The entire experience made her light headed and short of breath. Red in the face and having an anxiety attack she slumped into the woman’s restroom and sat on the toilet seat for the next fifteen minutes. Finally able to work her barely functioning lungs back to normal she headed off to class worried that she was late. Class was great for her. She was so excited to get the syllabus and to learn new things. However she knew she had to do something, her parents had always told her that no one could pick on you like that. If they ever did then she should seek out an authority figure! She decided to stay after class and tell the professor what had happened she would certainly set those girls straight!

Her professor was a middle aged woman named Laura Rich. She was quite stunning for the first day of class with her dress that clung to her body and her fancy heels. Despite her age several of the boys in class watched every curve of her body as she lectured. A little intimated but knowing she would help her out she stayed after and mustered up her courage again.

“Miss Rich c-can I speak with you?”

She looked up and said, “Of course do you have any questions on the course work?”

She shook her head no, and then in a rush told her of everything that occurred. How those three girls bullied her and were smoking in a no smoking zone. About her Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease and how cigarette smoke was incredibly dangerous to her health! She could even die! Little did she know that professor Laura Rich had come from the same sorority as those girls! Worse still was that she was a smoker herself. One incredibly smoker! She kept her thoughts private as she pretended to listen in mock sympathy.

Its people like you that have made it impossible for me to smoke at a bar or restaurant or in the university I’ve been at for half my life!

In her mind it was ridiculous that she couldn’t smoke where she wished. She was a professor for crying out loud! She made up her mind. She was going to take out her anger on this loser from nowhere. With the help of Britney, Ashley, and Jasmine they were going to make this non-smoker pay for all the hell people like her have put smokers through! A plan quickly formed in her mind.

“Lisa I could tell you were bothered during class! I am so sorry this occurred and rest assured I’ll talk to those girls.”

She looked at her watch.

“I must get to a meeting, but lets go over the course work, with you being distracted I think we need to go over it one on one. Can you meet me here at 10:00PM?”

Lisa agreed quickly happy to be on such great terms with her new professor. After she left Laura called Britney. She explained about little miss tattle tell and told her the plan. All four of them were going to hit the gym and make sure their feet got all nice and sweaty. Then they were really going to teach the new freshman about smell and odor. After she hung up Laura sighed contently. It had been years since she had done anything like it. She fondly remembered when she was in the sororities making the pledges sniff her feet… The fact that this wasn’t a willing pledge and that she had a serious respiratory issue didn’t bother her one bit.

Lisa went on with her day and then as instructed went to Laura’s class. It was dark out and she was a little nervous. There were almost no cars in the parking lot. The last class had let out at 7:00PM. She still wore her hair done in pig tails like her mom liked and still wore her out of fashion long dress. Hesitantly she knocked on the door of Laura’s lecture hall.

“Come in Lisa.”

PART II

She turned the door knob and entered in. Immediately she was accosted by the three girls who were smoking outside! The grabbed her arms and easily wrestled her to the ground. The shock of the attack immediately sent her into a hyperventilating anxiety attack. Unable to defend herself, let alone breathe properly she offered no resistance as they stripped her and duct taped her hands behind her back and her legs together. The girls gave each other high fives and brought up some chairs to sit down on.

Laura the professor, as well as Ashley, Britney, and Jasmine all laughed at the desperate breaths their victim took. They all knew she was going to go through far worse soon. All four had the glow of sweat about them as they had hit the gym for the last hour. Laura, Ashley, and Britney all still had sneakers on, Jasmine had decided to work out barefoot and walk on the sidewalk back to the class room. Her petite Asian feet were filthy.

Lisa finally stopped gasping and got her wind back. She looked up at her captors and despaired. Why were they doing this to her? “I-I don’t understand, what are you doing professor.” Laura smiled triumphantly down at her and said, “Because you deserve it you ugly pig faced chit. You and people like you have stolen away the rights of smokers and we are going to make you pay, you say the smell of my sorority sisters hurts you, well were about to show you just how smelly the sisters of Kappa Delta are!”

Kicking off her sneaker she grabbed it and thrust the opening over Lisa’s mouth and nose. The sour foot stench coming from the ratty sneakers caused her to cringe away but Laura was merciless. Bound hand a foot she couldn’t escape the terrible stench. Lisa thought she would die right there, however while the foot stench was foul, it wasn’t toxic like pollutants or carcinogens from cigarettes. It left her short of breath but not in a lung destroying manner.

After a minute or two of rubbing her sneaker into Lisa’s face Laura removed it and sat back down. Blonde Britney was next. She had already taken off her shoes. The other girls held their nose as they smelled the stinky feet from afar. Jasmine commented, “Damn girl what died in those shoes!” Britney placed her socked feet right over Lisa’s mouth and nose. Lisa thought the shoe smell was bad but this was terrible. Sweaty wet socks were being pushed into her mouth and onto her nose. The damp stench DID set off her Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease and she began to panic and thrash on the floor.

She gasped like a fish out of the water and Britney’s cruel feet didn’t let up at all. Spots appeared before her eyes as she just couldn’t get the oxygen needed to sustain her. All four of them were laung at her as she suffocated. Her lungs burned crying out for good clean oxygen, the kind that this college had offered in the brochures…

Seeing her start to turn a shade of purple Britney let up. There was so much more fun to be had first. After several long minutes Lisa was able to get her breath back. Tears streamed down her face. They were cruelly torturing her and delighting in her pain it wasn’t fair! She pleaded with them, “Please stop, please, please, I’ll be a good girl please stop.” They laughed at her mocking her.

“This little piggy went wah wah wah.”

“I bet she wants her mommy.”

“Aww poor little miss tattle.”

Lisa continued to cry out desperately begging. She didn’t want to die here suffocated to death with their foul smell. There was so much to live her, her parents, her future careers, she begged. Laura clapped her hands. “Well if you want to be a good girl, you should make yourself useful.” Lisa saw a glimmer of hope and asked, “H-How?” Laura smiled a cat’s grin, “Good girls obey their superiors, and we are definitely your superiors, you agree, of course?” Lisa knew the correct answer was yes, and she gave it.

“Good then you can start by obeying my first command; remove my socks… with your teeth!” Crossing her legs she made Lisa wriggle her way forward. She reached up with her mouth to grab at the toe part of the sock and tried to pull. Laura toyed with her. She arched her foot up preventing an easy pull off. Lisa struggled to adjust and tried to pull only to fall backwards her mouth clicking painfully as she lost the sock. “God she can’t do anything right,” Ashley remarked.

With a sniffle she tried again and this time Laura let her pull the sock off. A fresh wave of foot odor moved throughout the room. Seeing Lisa flinch away Laura snapped at her saying, “Good girls don’t flinch from their superior’s feet, get your worthless nose in between my toes and give me a good sniff.” Lisa knew her only hope was pleasing the professor, though in reality it was a fool’s hope. The squirmed forward again and placed her nose between the big toe and the second toe and give a sharp hard sniff. Immediately fire returned to her lungs as she coughed out in pain. Again the girls laughed.

“Make her do it again!” Britney suggested.

And she did twice more out of spite. And each time Lisa felt the sharp pain in her chest. Laura then made her take off the sock of her other foot and sniff that one as well. She was made to take off all the socks except Jasmine whose feet were already bare. Britney’s feet were the worst, when Lisa took off her socks fresh groans from the other three women were made.

After this was done Laura patted Lisa’s head like a dog, “Good girl! Now I do hope you will continue to obey.” Lisa cringed at learning the torment would continue but knowing this was her only chance she nodded her head, “Yes ma’am I’m a g-good girl I am.” Britney said, “Well good girls should apologize to their betters, beg us to forgive you for having the nerve to actually tell us what to do.” Lisa did as she asked, the girls roared with laugher. Lisa was made to beg and apologize individually to each of the women there.

Ashley who was the tallest and had the largest feet said, “Look at you, you are a little worm begging forgiveness from those above. Don’t apologize to me, apologize to my feet.” Lisa wasn’t sure what to do so she looked down at the feet and said, “I-I’m s-s-sorry feet?” Snickering Ashley said, “That’s not how you apologize to feet, you kiss them!” Lisa quickly obeyed trying to get done with this humiliating task. Jasmine laughed, “You call that kissing? Piggy have you ever even kissed a boy?” The truth was that she hadn’t. Her parents were very protective it was one of the reasons she had gone to college so that she could finally date like the other girls!

Crimson with shame she said, “N-no.”

Cackling with laugher they mocked and derided her. Between those hurtful comments and the still foul odor reeking from their feet she started to have another respiratory attack. The girls just laughed and waited for her to stop heaving and wheezing. Britney shook her head, “No wonder no one wants to kiss you, you are little miss freak out over anything.”

After the attack subsided Ashley pointed at her feet. “Kiss them like you would kiss a boy, because you know you never will.” Lisa once again kissed her feet. This time trying to think about the movies and how they kissed there. She added her tongue and tried to imagine the cute guy she saw in class that day… But it was impossible. The foot odor and the slimly taste of her sweaty feet wouldn’t allow for that image to take hold. Ashley let her continue for several minutes enjoying the feeling of having this helpless loser at her feet.

Soon though Jasmine wanted her turn she said, “All right super geek get over here.” Lisa wormed her way over there, being trussed up it was difficult. Lisa kissed her dirty feet, but that wasn’t enough for Jasmine. “My feet have walked through grass, the parking lot, and all over the gym, they are dirty be a good girl and clean them.” Lisa cringed as she slowly started to the lick and scrape off the dirt from Jasmine’s size 5 feet. The taste was awful and even though Jasmine’s feet had not been confined in a pair of old sneakers they still reeked of feet. The girls continued their constant verbal abuse.

“Oh my God, she’s licking the dirt!”

“Hey pigs do like dirt so it works….”

“She is such a loser how low do you have to be to clean dirty feet with your tongue!”

Lisa licked Jasmine’s soles, her arch, the toes, and the heel. Most of the dirt was starting to come off after several minutes of diligent disgusting working but some she had to scrape off with her teeth. “Be sure to get underneath my toe nails piggy.” Lisa sucked on her toes one at a time, using her tongue to get the gunk and dirt out from underneath the nail. The girls saw that as particularly amusing and snapped several pictures with their camera phones. Lisa thought she was going to die from embarrassment. Finally she was done and Jasmine’s feet were spotless. Jasmine mocked her and said, “Good girl! Glad to see your putting that college education to work cleaning the feet of your superiors.”

Laura and the other two girls also wanted their feet cleaned. Even though they were just sweaty and not dirty it didn’t help Lisa much. Lisa licked and sucked those feet, they tasted foul, slimy, and salty due to the sweat. After the thorough cleaning Laura decided to take charge of the last stage of their torment. “Lisa, you have just cleaned and sniffed the feet of us. How pathetic. What kind of weak willed spineless excuse for a person are you?”

Lisa didn’t know how to respond. She just looked down; her bonds were still tight about her. “You know we are better then you, yes?” She nodded. “You know you are a loser of the worst degree and deserve everything you get.” Lisa disagreed but she nodded anyway. She had done everything they had told her to do she was being a good girl they would let her go and she could leave this place and never look back. Her parents were waiting for her; she had a life ahead of her she could go to class from on-line…

Laura told the girls, “It is time girls, Britney your socks are the worst put them in her mouth.” Lisa looked around wide eyed in fear, “Professor please, I’ve been a good girl what are you going to do.” Laura smiled down at the helpless girl, “You complained about our smoking, so the best way to punish you is by smoking.” Lisa screamed, “NO! I’ll die, you can’t please, m-m-my lungs PLEASE.” But no one could hear her scream and Britney took advantage of the open mouth to stuff her smelly sweat socks in. They quickly taped her mouth shout over her muffled terrified screams of help.

Lisa was panicking now, she tried again and again to break out of the duct tape but it was no use. They propped her up sitting; Ashley sat behind her while the other three crowded in front. Jasmine whispered into Lisa’s ear, “Grab your last breath of clean air bitch.” As soon as she did Britney, Jasmine, and Professor Laura lit up their cigarettes. When Lisa could hold her breath no longer she exhaled and Ashley wrapped her hand around her nose from behind. Now Lisa’s body would involuntarily inhale as soon as she let go. They could see the sheer terror in Lisa’s eyes as they all took a long slow drag of their cigarettes.

As they exhaled onto Lisa’s face Ashley removed her hand and Lisa inhaled pure cigarette smoke. Her Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease kicked in and it felt as if she received no oxygen at all. In fact her lungs burned with twin pains of a lack of air and the agony of the toxic smoke. Ashley then replaced her hand over Lisa’s nose before she could exhale. The smoke was trapped in her lungs destroying the super sensitive tissue of the young teen’s diseased lungs. After 30 seconds Ashley removed her hand and Lisa automatically exhaled the lung destroying smoke only for her body to automatically inhale the next set of smoke the three women blew into her face.

They watched gleefully as Lisa suffocated on their cigarette smoke. Take that non-smoker! Ashley was no longer needed to control Lisa’s breathing the terrible damage had been done. She joined the others and lit up. There were now constantly blowing streams of smoke into Lisa’s face. She tried to breath but every gasp of air she drew in gave her no relief, her lungs couldn’t process it. Her eyes streamed tears down and her heart raced. Horrible pain shot through her temples and the world grew narrow. She thought about her mother and father and her hopes… dreams… all shattered. Her last look at the world was blond Britney blowing smoke right into her face.

Lisa had passed out. The girls didn’t stop they continued to smoke and soon she was dead. They had taken their revenge on the anti-smoking policies. They had taken their revenge on an innocent girl. Marveling at their cruelly they had no remorse. They had ruthlessly dominated and abused her. Making her lick their feet and then killed her using their cigarettes. This story ends with all of the girls placing their feet on the murdered student in a victory pose showing their utter domination and superiority.

[hockeysub12]

I was forewarned, but read it anyway...my bad....sorry to say that was disturbing, at least to me.

[g1lly83]

Hockey please give more of your stories, please please. the neighbour ones are great please continue them. cheers

[hockeysub12]

Originally Posted by g1lly83

Hockey please give more of your stories, please please. the neighbour ones are great please continue them. cheers

I'm actually working on a continuation...hopefully I will have something worth while shortly...glad to hear people like those stories...makes writing them worth while.

[justoffnormal]

Thirst


Having thought I would never have the opportunity or the courage to seek to quench a thirst that has haunted me from childhood, an outlet occurred to me at a bachelor party at a strip club in California.

At 35, I was a successful lawyer, happily married but with a deep secret that I could tell know one. A secret that I was sure would remain buried, entertained only in private with the help of the internet.

I was away from home for an old friend's wedding. Believe it or not, this was my first outing to a strip club and the beauty of the dancers surprised me. I had assumed that they would be, well, disgusting, but they were gorgeous and I was mesmerized. I mentioned this to one of my group who assured me that the club was top of the line and that the dancers at most clubs were more in line with my expectations.

A group of us pitched in to buy lap dances for the groom who was enjoying himself immensely. Some of the guys knew it was my first time in a strip club and bought me a lap dance. The dancer was absolutely beautiful, probably a little older than the other girls, at least in her late twenties, with straight blond hair just past her shoulders. She didn't look anything like a stripper. In fact, she looked like a model from some shampoo commercial. She was totally topless with the skimpiest of G-strings. She took me by the hand to a private area in the back of the club.

She pushed me down into a chair and immediately became a part of me, writhing against me like some voracious sea-creature intent on devouring me with her entire body. She had the most perfect complexion and her entire body was smooth and tan. Her waist was tiny and she had medium sized clearly natural breasts. She had a way of covering my entire head with her hair, her face almost, but not quite, touching mine. Her breath was hot and she used it to torment my ears, mouth and nose. I could tell that she had been smoking recently. My head, my entire body, was pounding as I pondered whether to speak. She had a look that was simultaneously beautiful and frightening, as if a secret lay behind her eyes, as if she herself possessed an unquenched thirst, as did I.

She was the first to speak. "What do you like?" she breathed into my ear. Not knowing the rules, my hand found its way to her right thigh. She pushed my hand away with a combination of grace and force accompanied by the command: "You can't touch me, but I can touch you." Even her voice exuded a peculiar mixture of dominance and subtlety.

"Do you smoke?" I couldn't believe I said it. She didn't look like someone who smoked but I knew I could smell it on her. I immediately wondered if I had made a mistake. If maybe the smell was from being close to others who smoked during the night. It just seemed so unlikely from her looks that she was a smoker.

My face reddened at the question itself and she sensed my discomfort. But at the same instant something changed in her. She didn't answer immediately, but she seemed to lose a bit of what I could only describe as a professional demeanor. What struck me most was that her nipples hardened and her breathing changed ever so slightly when I asked the question. An almost imperceptible, but slightly wicked smile crossed her face but disappeared in an instant. To the extent it was possible, she began to writhe even closer to me and to rub, no, grind, her crotch on my thigh.

"Why?" she asked, a little more breathless herself.

I began to stammer a response, afraid to admit my need. I was silent for a moment until she responded more forcefully, a peculiar need of her own in her voice:

"I said, why?" It was asked in a throaty, almost hoarse, and definitely forceful voice that came from somewhere other than I had seen of her to that point. She continued to grind her crotch on my thigh harder as she asked.

It began to dawn on me that what had been my deepest secret would be pulled from me by a total stranger. Something compelled me to answer.

"I have always had an attraction to beautiful women who smoke," I said aloud for the first time in my life. Despite my humiliation at having uttered these words, I could sense something in her that I couldn't put my finger on. But one thing was clear. The grinding of her crotch further intensified and goose pimples appeared on her arms as she ground her crotch against my thigh in a rhythm of her own, different from the music that had been her guide to that point. Her nipples were clearly erect, a change from a few minutes before.

"Most men I run into don't like women who smoke." The reply was almost hopeful but also threatening in a way that I could not yet understand. "My last two boyfriends tried to get me to quit, and we ended up parting ways. I mostly see women now." The ice was broken and I started to unload a little at a time.

"I, I, well, I've just always been turned on by seeing a beautiful woman smoking a cigarette."

"Really! Just by watching or is there something else." She was clearly getting excited herself. She looked around the room to see if anyone was watching as she continued to use my leg for what was now obviously her own purposes.

"Well, it's... it's..."

"It's what?"

"It's,... it's just that it's one of those things that you would never do, it should remain a fantasy, but... but..."

"But what?" Her grinding became slower, her breath became faster and her eyes were riveted to mine. Neither of us could blink.

"It's,... it's just that I've always fantasized about serving, or being a servant, to a beautiful woman who smoked, who,... who... who made me do things. Oh God,... who used me for sex and who smoked while she did it."

I was humiliated almost to the point of tears. I looked away from her in humiliation. She responded by having an orgasm while grinding her crotch on my leg. She nearly collapsed on top of me after cumming for what seemed like minutes. The most noticeable thing was that she had soaked the leg of my pants. I minute later she asked:

"Do you smoke?"

"No, and I really don't hang around with people who do. In fact, I don't like the smell and find the whole thing disgusting. But I have had a fantasy of being used by a beautiful woman who smoked for as long as I can remember."

She told me that she was off at 1:00 a.m. and all but commanded that I wait. She told me what should have been obvious since we were in California, that there was no smoking in the club. It was 12:00 a.m. I was in shock. I asked her if she would dance for me again but she said that dancing for me would ruin it.

"Ruin what?"

"You just wait here for until I get off in an hour and you'll see."

My friends had seen some of what had been going on and I told them that I would be leaving with my new friend. They were suitably impressed but I was somewhat and a little concerned that my new friend might by the spider and I the fly.

Throughout the encounter, I experienced a range of feelings from terror to exhilaration. My stomach was filled with butterflies to the point of nausea.

At 1:00 a.m. she appeared from the dressing room wearing a black leather mid-calf length skirt dangerously slit well past her mid thigh. A tight black top enhanced her tiny waist and set off the balance of her incredible figure. She had put her blond hair up so that she looked more severe than she had during the table dance. Stiletto heels accentuated her calves.

There was something about her face. It was simultaneously angelic and satanic. She walked purposefully toward me.

"Where is your car?" she demanded.

I walked her to my car weak-kneed with apprehension. At the same time, I could tell by something in her manner that she was, too, was excited aroused.

"Get in and put your window down!"

I did as I was told.

She took a pack of Virginia Slims from her purse and gracefully withdrew a single cigarette. She handed me a pack of matches and put the cigarette to her freshly coated red lips. I knew what I was supposed to do. I lit a match and held it to her. She leaned in but waited until just before the match had burned to my fingers before lighting her cigarette. I dropped that match in pain just as she finished, inhaled and blew a thick cloud of smoke directly into my face. As I mentioned, I am not a smoker and generally avoid smokers. I was surprised by the strength of the acrid smoke blown directly at me from such close range.

Samantha reached into her purse and pulled out a wrapped condom. "Pull out your cock and put this on."

I looked around in disbelief. A few people were still around but no one near enough to see. I did as I was told while she stood at my car door casually smoking and blowing each exhale into my face. My entire head was pounding. She put the cigarette to her lips, inhaled, reached in and grabbed the back of my head by the hair with the hand that held the cigarette. She forcefully jerked my head toward her and kissed me, roughly forcing her tongue into my mouth as she exhaled.

"Now jerk off for me into that rubber, bitch!" she hissed. Again, I was struck by the strength of the smoke and the effect of the acrid smell on my senses. Again, though, I was so aroused that I was almost sick to my stomach.

She continued to smoke and I began to stroke an erection that had been rock-hard since the lap dance.

Occasionally, she would take a deep drag, grab the hair on the back of my head and kiss me, always thrusting her tongue into my mouth as she exhaled and sucking and biting my tongue before she withdrew. She had been using her other hand to pinch and twist my nipples through my shirt, which sent me through the roof, but now I noticed that her left hand was occupied under the slit in her skirt and it became apparent that she was getting herself off. As she became more and more excited, she leaned against the car to keep her balance.

"I want you to cum in that rubber right fucking now!" It was all I could do to hold out that long. Just then she took a deep drag, reached in and grabbed my hair again. She kissed me and exhaled into my mouth but this time it was clear that she was cumming too. Just as she came, she bit down on my tongue hard enough to draw blood and moaned loudly almost slumping to the ground. She held herself up only by one elbow on the door of my car and by hanging onto my hair.

I came at the same time and, for obvious reasons, my load was massive.

Her left hand was soaked with her own juices to the point that her fingers were wrinkled as if she'd spent too long in the water. She wiped sopping fingers on my chin and over my face.

"Now take off that rubber without losing a drop of your cum."

I couldn't have had any idea what was coming next. I got the rubber off without losing a drop.

"Now stick out your tongue, pour your cum onto your tongue and don't lose a drop. I want to see a puddle of cum on your tongue just like those cum shots on the internet."

The thought of pouring what had to be two tablespoons full of my own cum into my own mouth was repelling but I was in another world. Still, I stared at her for a moment in disbelief.

"Do if right fucking now!" she commanded and I did as ordered.

"Show me your tongue cumslut."

I showed her my tongue and the pool of cum. It was too much to hold entirely on my tongue and I had to use my lips to hold the overflow in my mouth. With a peculiar smile, she took the final drag from her cigarette, blew the smoke in my face very slowly and, while looking directly into my eyes, with her thumb and forefinger put out the lit end of the finished cigarette in the pool of cum in my mouth.

"Now close your mouth but don't swallow. Listen to me carefully. I have fantasized about tormenting a man for as long as I can remember. I really can't get off with men but I masturbate while fantasizing about them as my slaves. I have never done this before because I haven't found a willing man until tonight. I have a girl friend that is a bull dyke with lots of equipment for this sort of thing. You wait here for me to come back. When I get back, your cum and my cigarette better be right where I left them. If they are, I will follow you to your place and we can live out our fantasies. I hope you don't disappoint me."

I was almost sick to my stomach from the combination of the disgusting mess in my mouth, my fear of what would come next and the excitement of what had already happened. As she drove away, I was tortured and caught by conflicting desires to spit the disgusting mess out of my mouth and leave and my desire to worship Samantha in every disgusting way either of us could imagine.

She returned about thirty minutes later. She approached my car with an almost finished cigarette in her right hand.

"I'm so glad you're still here. I thought this would never come true. Now open your mouth and let me see what you've got in there." I complied. My own cum and the cigarette butt were still there.

"Very good." Then she again took a final drag on her cigarette and, using her thumb and forefinger, put out the lit cigarette in the puddle on my tongue. She then grasped by face with the same thumb and forefinger, squeezed my mouth open and spit into my mouth.

"Now swallow and lead the way." I almost couldn't swallow without vomiting. She read my mind. "If you throw up, I will make you lick up every drop so you might as well do it right the first time."

I was able to gag the mess down without vomiting. I remember thinking how beautiful she was and wondering how she could have gotten so screwed up that she could experience clear sexual ecstasy from what she was doing to me. Then it occurred to me that there really was no explanation why this disgusting scene should have the effect on me that it did either. Who knows where fetishes come from or why they are so powerful?

I'm staying at the hotel at Fourth and Broadway. It occurred to me that I was staying at a European style hotel with a large four-poster bed. The thought brought back the butterflies.

"Really, you must be doing very well for yourself."

When we arrived at the hotel, the valet took both of our cars. The valet was clearly attracted by Samantha who flirted with him shamelessly. She asked him to get her large duffel out of her trunk. When he pulled the duffel from the trunk he was surprised by its weight and the peculiar jingling sounds of its contents. "What's in this thing?" he asked.

"Maybe when you get off you can come up to our room and I'll show you." Samantha purred.

Once we got to the room, Samantha immediately pulled a cigarette from the pack, put it to her full, red lips, obviously waiting for me to light it.

"This is a no smoking room on a no smoking floor, Samantha."

"Really, well then, strip."

"What?" I said

"I said strip slut. Don't make me ask again."

All of a sudden, I was embarrassed and self-conscious; like this whole thing was my fantasy and that Samantha was only playing along for my benefit. Little did I know that she had her own needs and that they were as deep and dark as mine.

In any event, having gone this far, I sheepishly took my clothes off and stood naked before her. She reached into her duffel and took out a device that consisted of a metal rod some two and a half or three feet long with a leather cuff on each end. "Put this on your ankles" she said matter of factly. I did as I was told. As I did this, she rooted around in her bag and dug out a box of what appeared to be birthday candles.

"Waddle over here and lay down on the coffee table on your back."

I did as instructed.

She took a leather belt with cuffs attached to the ends. As I laid back on the cold, glass coffee table she fastened one cuff to my right wrist, passed the belt under the table and fastened the other cuff to my left wrist. She then pulled and adjusted the strap tight so that my arms were pulled to the point of pain and immobility behind me under the table.

"Now, since you feel that it is your moral obligation to follow the no smoking rules and you have refused to light my cigarette like a gentleman, I will relieve you of that responsibility this one time and handle the task myself."

At that, she placed one of the small candles in the end of my again erect cock so that about an inch protruded from my urethra. She then lit the candle with a match and watched my face for effect. She let the candle burn down to with an eight inch of the end of my cock and used it to light her cigarette. The melting wax was painful but the real pain came when the flame reached the end of my cock and burned itself out against my skin. In the meantime, she took several drags, casually watching me suffer and blowing the smoke directly into my face.

At the end of this exercise, she pulled the candle out and the melted wax off my cock. She was still smoking the cigarette and blowing the smoke toward my face although she had gotten comfortable on the sofa so it wasn't directly into my face.

"I trust we won't have future problems with you following my orders."

As I lay strapped to the table, she pinched my cheeks to open my mouth.

"I have something your going to need tonight."

She dropped a triangular shaped blue pill into my mouth that I recognized from my life of sexual boredom as a 100 milligram Viagra. She leaned over and essentially drooled her own saliva into my mouth until there was a pool of her saliva and the Viagra. She then again put the lit end of the cigarette into the pool, extinguishing it and dropped it into my mouth.

"Now swallow." At that point it was obvious that I didn't need Viagra for an erection but I was afraid to question her.

Reading my mind, she said, "You're doing fine for the moment but we have a long night ahead.

She unbuckled my wrists, leaving the cuffs on but freeing me for the moment. She put a cigarette to her lips and handed me some matches. As she had done before, she let the match burn my fingers before using it to light her cigarette.

She re-strapped my wrists under the table and pulled off her skirt. She was wearing nothing underneath. She also pulled off her top and was braless as well. My head was extended just slightly beyond the edge of the coffee table. She went into the bathroom and brought out some mouthwash. She poured it into my mouth and told me to gargle and swallow.

She went to her duffel and brought out a double-sided dildo, which she forced into my mouth. Without a word, she mounted my face and slid down on the dildo until her crotch covered my mouth and nose. As the dildo hit its mark inside her, she let out a moan followed by a grunt. I immediately noticed two things: 1. She had the largest clit I had ever seen, and 2. She was soaking wet, in fact oozing clear liquid. She began to slowly ride the dildo up and down all the while staring directly into my eyes, occasionally taking a deep drag from her cigarette and slowly blowing the smoke directly in my face. Each time she slid all the way down, she covered my mouth and nose so that I could not breath. From time to time she would intentionally prevent me from breathing until I began to struggle. At such times there was a noticeable increase in the flow of her juices.

"Oh, God, it feels so good when you squirm! Oh, God, Uh, God, uhh, uungg!"

She was now holding her cigarette in one hand between two fingers but was holding on to my hair with both hands as I fought for breath. Finally, she strained and arched her back, as a guttural scream came from the back of her throat and she came. As she did, clear fluid utterly gushed from within her like a faucet.

She slid off the dildo, removed it from my mouth unbuckled my wrists and collapsed back onto the couch.

For the first time, she put her cigarette out in an ashtray that was on a side table.

I remained on the table trying to catch my breath. After a few minutes, she told me to get another dildo from the duffel. I looked around in the duffel, which contained a variety of instruments of terror from riding crops and a cat-o-nine-tales to blindfolds, restraints and similar items including a strap on dildo that had to be 3 inches in diameter and eight inches long. I took it to her.

"Now take the dildo out of the harness and get me a cigarette."

I removed the dildo from the harness, handed her a cigarette and presented her with a match. She lit her cigarette, took a long drag, blowing the smoke in my direction.

"Get on your knees bitch, you're going to eat my ass until I recover and I'm going to tell you what's going on. In the meantime, you're going to work that dildo in and out of your own ass until you can take the whole thing."

I looked at the dildo with disbelief, which she saw in my eyes.

"You don't have to put that thing in your ass if you really don't want to."

A moment of relief crossed my mind and my face.

"But I'm going to fuck you in the ass with it in a little while and you might find it a little easier if you've paved the way on your own."

I was knelling between her legs. She put one foot on the coffee table on each side of me, grabbed me by the hair and ground my face into her ass.

"Now lick my ass b