Ella's Smoking, High Heels, General Glamour and Sluttiness

[EllaB_17]

A short story I wrote in February, describing my first ever smoking sex experience.

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I was 20 years old.

At 18, my first relationship had ended. My first boyfriend didn't like me smoking, but I loved him.

Between this breakup and my next relationship, and also overlapping parts of my second relationship, I had sexual experiences with other guys.

Some were very short lived "affairs", some were one night stands.

Starting with my first boyfriend, I had been giving blowjobs to most of the guys I had sexual relationships with. With time and practice, I gradually learned several different techniques. I swallowed every time I could.

Although at the time I didn't have a name for it, I would do, occasionally, things that closely resembled what are now known as "sloppy blowjobs".

Lots of saliva, fast sucking, lipstick stains everywhere, and using a hard dick like a painting brush, to completely mess up my heavy makeup.

Even though I wouldn't call them smoking fetishists in the strictest sense, there were several guys who seemed to be turned on by my smoking.

Usually I'd notice it while still in or around a club.

We will use one of these guys as today's guinea pig, and describe the course of events leading to that experience.

--

I was in a club with my friends. My memory of that evening is still clear and vivid, as well as the quality of my feelings and emotions.

I was wearing a white mini dress. Tight and very short. No stockings. My legs were bare.

I was wearing one of my favourite pairs of shoes. Black patent with a 19 cm heel (7.5 inches). This extreme height, plus my short dress, made my thin legs look infinitely long. I bought the same model several times in my life. This is how much I love them.

I wore metallic pink lipstick, plus some kind of "cat-eyes" makeup (what exact kind I can't remember). But I know for sure I wore fake eyelashes with tiny jewels on them. I remember this because the guy said something about them.

In that period, my light brown/dark blond hair would often have a very thin fuchsia braid in them. And sometimes a green one, or a blue one.

I left the club with this guy I've met there during that evening. We took a cab, and I lit a cigarette, as it was my habit every single time I took a taxi.

I had slim cigarettes packed neatly inside a rhinestone cigarette case. I mostly smoked slims when partying, clubbing, or shopping.

At other times I would smoke Marboro 100s, or the normal ones.

In the taxi we started to kiss. He was touching my thighs. Once or twice he had a feel of my panties.

--

This is how I remember it.

We arrived at his place. We were in the living room. He asked me if I wanted anything to drink. "Just a glass of water", I said. He went into the kitchen. He came back with my glass of water, and found me sitting on the sofa lighting another slim cigarette.

He said something, I don't remember what precisely, that made me understand that he loved watching me smoke.

I looked into his eyes, still sitting on the beige sofa, in my white dress and black heels, and took a few long drags from my thin cigarette. "Do you like me?"

I can't remember his reply, but his reaction betrayed the fact that he did and that I had turned him on.

I got up. Straight to business. I was not interested in anything else with any of those guys.

I walked to him, put my hands around his neck, and we kissed.

I kneeled down. I was holding my cigarette in my right hand. My whole body was burning.

I looked up with my big doll-eyes. "Can I smoke?"

He gave me an approving smile. Me kneeling, he unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, and kicked them away.

I couldn't believe it was happening. I was melting. I was taking very long drags. Longer and longer.

Luckily the coffee table was near, and on it, my cigarette case. He took it and gave it to me together with my lighter and an ashtray.

I placed them on the floor next to me.

I think the cigarette was still unfinished, but I put it off, and took a new one, and lighted it. I sucked deeply and lustfully, and a fresh pink lipstick stain immediately appeared on its filter.

I could wait no longer. I took 2 or 3 drags in a row, and put his dick inside my starving mouth.

I can't find the words to even remotely approximate what I was feeling.

My very first time! Sucking a dick while at the same time sucking on my beloved cigarettes.

A dream come true. I would blow hungrily, lick it, blow smoke on the whole lenght. Do deepthroats that would, together with my mouthfuls of smoke, almost choke me. I tried dipping the cigarette in his precum, and looked up, with my glittering eyes and jewelled fake eyelashes, deeply into his. I'd open my mouth, and touch his precum on the filter of my slim cigarette, using the tip of my tongue, ever so slightly and slowly, my hungry eyes never leaving his in those moments.

His dick was smeared with pink lipstick by now, and I'd suck more and more and more.

He'd use his cock to "play" with my face, my lips, my nose, my eyes, my cheeks, and forehead.

I lighted yet another cigarette, I was finishing them so incredibly fast.

My left hand would switch back and forth between his dick and my wet cunt, still hidden inside my thong.

I knew he was about to cum soon.

Still, when he did, it was so ovewhelming for my poor smoke-filled mouth, that when his hot load hit my throat with such force, I just lied down onto the floor, clumsily, slightly hitting my head.

I didn't care. I felt so blissful, for the first time doing what I had truly longed for, that while still coughing cum and smoke, lying on the floor, I would keep sucking on what was remaining of that poor cigarette, which, at that point was squeezed, wet, and, together with my fingers, completely smeared with pink lipstick, and kept sucking and sucking, more and more, yearning and lustful and hungry for more, eventually smoking the filter.

I put once more my left hand inside my panties, my short dress being at that point high up above my ass, touched myself for a couple of seconds more, before I orgasmed.

--

After a journey that had lasted years, I was finally in my heaven: filled with fuchsia smoke and rivers of cum.

I had to take a quick shower.

My face was a sweaty mess of smeared makeup and cigarette ashes.

I cleaned a little bit the dirty patches on my white dress. A cheap dress, suitable for a cheap slut.

I dressed, took my purse, and said goodbye. I left, the sound of my extreme heels echoing on the stairs.

 

[Shaglus_Ziegler]

Sexy indeed

 

[EllaB_17]

A bit of mirror smoking (from a much longer story).

[...]

He drove us to his house, with me rambling (strange), and tapping the ashes out of the car window.

Once there, the first thing I did was sit in front a mirror. I was already wearing heavy makeup.

I took my dark red lipgloss and gold glitter lipgloss out of my black patent bag. I had to create the sexiest lips on the face of the planet.

I removed my light pink lipstick, and started applying dark red lipgloss, slowly, layer after wet layer.

I took my pack of cigarettes, pulled one beautiful slim cigarette out, and placed it between my dark red glossy lips. I kept it there for a few seconds, took the lighter, while looking at my beautiful, heavily made up green eyes in the mirror, and then, feeling proud of what life gave me, lit my thin cigarette. My eyes never leaving my mirror-eyes and mirror-face, I took two or three slow drags, the end of the freshly lit thin cigarette glowing at each drag, in the not-too-bright room.

I exhaled to the side, watching myself exhale.

Holding my slim cigarette between my left index and ring fingers with dark red nails, I continued, patiently, to apply my dark red lipgloss.

When I felt my lips were dark and wet enough, I opened my gold glitter lipgloss. This type of lipgloss, being filled with tiny specks of gold glitter, naturally has a part that is transparent. I begun applying it onto my dark red lips. Slowly.

For obtaining the most perfect, ultra-glamorous, goddess-like lips, there can't be too little. But neither there can be too much of it.

The final result, albeit difficult to describe, especially for a non-native speaker, is something like this: dark red glossy lips, wet looking, of course, plus a visible "coating" of gold glitter, the intensity of its golden shine and glint changing a bit, depending on the angle from which the lips are seen, as well as from the lighting conditions.

No matter what, the final result is tremendously hot, classy, elegant, sexy, whorish. All in one.

Satisfied by the way my lips looked, I took a few final drags off my slim, and stubbed the butt into the ashtray.

It had a dark red stain with a tiny bit of shiny gold on it.

I immediately pulled a new thin cigarette out of its pack, placed it between my new lips, and had it dangling there.

Looking at the mirror, I couldn't believe me eyes! I had only finished doing my lips, and my cunt was already wet. I used my right hand to light my second slim cigarette, and while sucking on it, pressed my thighs together, and using my other hand put pressure onto my clit.

I watched myself doing a couple of open-mouth inhales, little clouds of smoke floating in front of my dark red-gold glittery queen-mouth.

The sight was too much for me that I couldn't help sliding two fingers inside my wet hole.

I pulled them out, and sucked them clean with my shiny goddess-lips.

Another drag or two, inhaled and exhaled, and continued.

My makeup had already been done this morning, but I had to fix it a bit. I added some more black eyeliner, and used an eye pencil to add a bit more silver-white just below my lower eyelashes. I finished with a last touch of mascara.

I was ready. One last look at the mirror. Not bad at all! In my excitement, I took a drag, inhaled, exhaled the smoke into my mirror face, smiled, and puckered my lips.

I put out the slim when there was still a little left to smoke, and pulled out another one. I didn't light it.

[...]

 

[Shaglus_Ziegler]

Would loved to have watched and then fucked you from behind all the while tonguing your smoky mouth. Mmm….

 

[SmokingFap]

A short story I wrote in February, describing my first ever smoking sex experience.

---

I was 20 years old.

At 18, my first relationship had ended. My first boyfriend didn't like me smoking, but I loved him.

Between this breakup and my next relationship, and also overlapping parts of my second relationship, I had sexual experiences with other guys.

Some were very short lived "affairs", some were one night stands.

Starting with my first boyfriend, I had been giving blowjobs to most of the guys I had sexual relationships with. With time and practice, I gradually learned several different techniques. I swallowed every time I could.

Although at the time I didn't have a name for it, I would do, occasionally, things that closely resembled what are now known as "sloppy blowjobs".

Lots of saliva, fast sucking, lipstick stains everywhere, and using a hard dick like a painting brush, to completely mess up my heavy makeup.

Even though I wouldn't call them smoking fetishists in the strictest sense, there were several guys who seemed to be turned on by my smoking.

Usually I'd notice it while still in or around a club.

We will use one of these guys as today's guinea pig, and describe the course of events leading to that experience.

--

I was in a club with my friends. My memory of that evening is still clear and vivid, as well as the quality of my feelings and emotions.

I was wearing a white mini dress. Tight and very short. No stockings. My legs were bare.

I was wearing one of my favourite pairs of shoes. Black patent with a 19 cm heel (7.5 inches). This extreme height, plus my short dress, made my thin legs look infinitely long. I bought the same model several times in my life. This is how much I love them.

I wore metallic pink lipstick, plus some kind of "cat-eyes" makeup (what exact kind I can't remember). But I know for sure I wore fake eyelashes with tiny jewels on them. I remember this because the guy said something about them.

In that period, my light brown/dark blond hair would often have a very thin fuchsia braid in them. And sometimes a green one, or a blue one.

I left the club with this guy I've met there during that evening. We took a cab, and I lit a cigarette, as it was my habit every single time I took a taxi.

I had slim cigarettes packed neatly inside a rhinestone cigarette case. I mostly smoked slims when partying, clubbing, or shopping.

At other times I would smoke Marboro 100s, or the normal ones.

In the taxi we started to kiss. He was touching my thighs. Once or twice he had a feel of my panties.

--

This is how I remember it.

We arrived at his place. We were in the living room. He asked me if I wanted anything to drink. "Just a glass of water", I said. He went into the kitchen. He came back with my glass of water, and found me sitting on the sofa lighting another slim cigarette.

He said something, I don't remember what precisely, that made me understand that he loved watching me smoke.

I looked into his eyes, still sitting on the beige sofa, in my white dress and black heels, and took a few long drags from my thin cigarette. "Do you like me?"

I can't remember his reply, but his reaction betrayed the fact that he did and that I had turned him on.

I got up. Straight to business. I was not interested in anything else with any of those guys.

I walked to him, put my hands around his neck, and we kissed.

I kneeled down. I was holding my cigarette in my right hand. My whole body was burning.

I looked up with my big doll-eyes. "Can I smoke?"

He gave me an approving smile. Me kneeling, he unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, and kicked them away.

I couldn't believe it was happening. I was melting. I was taking very long drags. Longer and longer.

Luckily the coffee table was near, and on it, my cigarette case. He took it and gave it to me together with my lighter and an ashtray.

I placed them on the floor next to me.

I think the cigarette was still unfinished, but I put it off, and took a new one, and lighted it. I sucked deeply and lustfully, and a fresh pink lipstick stain immediately appeared on its filter.

I could wait no longer. I took 2 or 3 drags in a row, and put his dick inside my starving mouth.

I can't find the words to even remotely approximate what I was feeling.

My very first time! Sucking a dick while at the same time sucking on my beloved cigarettes.

A dream come true. I would blow hungrily, lick it, blow smoke on the whole lenght. Do deepthroats that would, together with my mouthfuls of smoke, almost choke me. I tried dipping the cigarette in his precum, and looked up, with my glittering eyes and jewelled fake eyelashes, deeply into his. I'd open my mouth, and touch his precum on the filter of my slim cigarette, using the tip of my tongue, ever so slightly and slowly, my hungry eyes never leaving his in those moments.

His dick was smeared with pink lipstick by now, and I'd suck more and more and more.

He'd use his cock to "play" with my face, my lips, my nose, my eyes, my cheeks, and forehead.

I lighted yet another cigarette, I was finishing them so incredibly fast.

My left hand would switch back and forth between his dick and my wet cunt, still hidden inside my thong.

I knew he was about to cum soon.

Still, when he did, it was so ovewhelming for my poor smoke-filled mouth, that when his hot load hit my throat with such force, I just lied down onto the floor, clumsily, slightly hitting my head.

I didn't care. I felt so blissful, for the first time doing what I had truly longed for, that while still coughing cum and smoke, lying on the floor, I would keep sucking on what was remaining of that poor cigarette, which, at that point was squeezed, wet, and, together with my fingers, completely smeared with pink lipstick, and kept sucking and sucking, more and more, yearning and lustful and hungry for more, eventually smoking the filter.

I put once more my left hand inside my panties, my short dress being at that point high up above my ass, touched myself for a couple of seconds more, before I orgasmed.

--

After a journey that had lasted years, I was finally in my heaven: filled with fuchsia smoke and rivers of cum.

I had to take a quick shower.

My face was a sweaty mess of smeared makeup and cigarette ashes.

I cleaned a little bit the dirty patches on my white dress. A cheap dress, suitable for a cheap slut.

I dressed, took my purse, and said goodbye. I left, the sound of my extreme heels echoing on the stairs.

That's an amazing memory, Ella. The origin story of our favorite smoking slut! Although you had enjoyed your smoking in many other ways before.

 

[EllaB_17]

That's an amazing memory, Ella. The origin story of our favorite smoking slut! Although you had enjoyed your smoking in many other ways before.

Thank you.
I'll send you something in private, something I wrote some days ago.

 

[SmokingFap]

A bit of mirror smoking (from a much longer story).

[...]

He drove us to his house, with me rambling (strange), and tapping the ashes out of the car window.

Once there, the first thing I did was sit in front a mirror. I was already wearing heavy makeup.

I took my dark red lipgloss and gold glitter lipgloss out of my black patent bag. I had to create the sexiest lips on the face of the planet.

I removed my light pink lipstick, and started applying dark red lipgloss, slowly, layer after wet layer.

I took my pack of cigarettes, pulled one beautiful slim cigarette out, and placed it between my dark red glossy lips. I kept it there for a few seconds, took the lighter, while looking at my beautiful, heavily made up green eyes in the mirror, and then, feeling proud of what life gave me, lit my thin cigarette. My eyes never leaving my mirror-eyes and mirror-face, I took two or three slow drags, the end of the freshly lit thin cigarette glowing at each drag, in the not-too-bright room.

I exhaled to the side, watching myself exhale.

Holding my slim cigarette between my left index and ring fingers with dark red nails, I continued, patiently, to apply my dark red lipgloss.

When I felt my lips were dark and wet enough, I opened my gold glitter lipgloss. This type of lipgloss, being filled with tiny specks of gold glitter, naturally has a part that is transparent. I begun applying it onto my dark red lips. Slowly.

For obtaining the most perfect, ultra-glamorous, goddess-like lips, there can't be too little. But neither there can be too much of it.

The final result, albeit difficult to describe, especially for a non-native speaker, is something like this: dark red glossy lips, wet looking, of course, plus a visible "coating" of gold glitter, the intensity of its golden shine and glint changing a bit, depending on the angle from which the lips are seen, as well as from the lighting conditions.

No matter what, the final result is tremendously hot, classy, elegant, sexy, whorish. All in one.

Satisfied by the way my lips looked, I took a few final drags off my slim, and stubbed the butt into the ashtray.

It had a dark red stain with a tiny bit of shiny gold on it.

I immediately pulled a new thin cigarette out of its pack, placed it between my new lips, and had it dangling there.

Looking at the mirror, I couldn't believe me eyes! I had only finished doing my lips, and my cunt was already wet. I used my right hand to light my second slim cigarette, and while sucking on it, pressed my thighs together, and using my other hand put pressure onto my clit.

I watched myself doing a couple of open-mouth inhales, little clouds of smoke floating in front of my dark red-gold glittery queen-mouth.

The sight was too much for me that I couldn't help sliding two fingers inside my wet hole.

I pulled them out, and sucked them clean with my shiny goddess-lips.

Another drag or two, inhaled and exhaled, and continued.

My makeup had already been done this morning, but I had to fix it a bit. I added some more black eyeliner, and used an eye pencil to add a bit more silver-white just below my lower eyelashes. I finished with a last touch of mascara.

I was ready. One last look at the mirror. Not bad at all! In my excitement, I took a drag, inhaled, exhaled the smoke into my mirror face, smiled, and puckered my lips.

I put out the slim when there was still a little left to smoke, and pulled out another one. I didn't light it.

[...]

Another wonderful memory. Sounds very familiar. As I recall, we had another fantasy of me playing with you from behind as we looked into the mirror while you smoked...

 

[EllaB_17]

Another wonderful memory. Sounds very familiar. As I recall, we had another fantasy of me playing with you from behind as we looked into the mirror while you smoked...

Absolutely.
But I didn't do that yet, I will, hopefully soon.
In the above I was only fixing my makeup, later he came on my feet and heels.

 

[Stopokochac]

That blow job story made me jealous. I would have joined you in the shower
Also, those heels were longer than my dick

 

[EllaB_17]

A little description of a SF experience from a month ago or so.
It's a good example of how utterly my sex life is tied to my fetish.

---

[...]

"Do you want to drink something? Or do we go directly to my place?"

I took a double drag, inhaled deep, kept the smoke inside my lungs for a few seconds, and exhaled. I took two or three more drags, and did the same.

Finally, my nicotine cravings beginning to subside: "Let's just go to your place."

There was a problem though. It may not seem like a problem to an average person, but it is to me: I wasn't wearing anything slutty. No heels, no nylons or fishnets, no ultra-short skirts. WIthout these, it's not easy for me to enjoy sex. Actually, without these it is not even certain that I can have sex.

I would have to manage with what I had: smoking, red fingernails, red toenails, a lace thong, my makeup, plus the various shiny little things such as my anklet, my bracelet, my ear piercings, a little ring.

I was wearing my glasses.

---

We were inside his house. I wanted to do it quickly. I wanted to go back and cook some lunch and relax a bit.

Another reason was that I only had Marlboro and Capri 120s on me. And if I chain-smoked Marlboro 100s I would have put far too much strain on my lungs. During a normal session of smoking sex I usually smoke half pack at least.

Slims are ideal for this purpose: beautiful, sexy, and relatively light - perfect for a pretty chain-smoking lady. But we hadn't stopped to buy them. I didn't want to waste my precious Capri. I had to use my Red 100s.

I tend to smoke fast and hard, lots of cigarettes, while getting banged either from behind, or lying on my back. So, no. I also didn't want to do the riding thing.

I told him to screw me with me lying on my side.

I took off my sweater, shoes, socks, and pants. I removed my t-shirt and bra. I remained in my fuchsia lace thong.

Lastly, I removed my thong too, and remained completely naked. I do not like complete nakedness. The only way I can be certain, is by looking and feeling like a prostitute.

Trying not to worry too much, I sat on the bed, and took a few deep breaths, my hands folded on my lap. I took a look at my red nails, and closed my eyes. I re-opened them, and looked at my beautiful feet with sexy red toe nails. Having a strong foot fetish since I can remember, I always take the greatest care of my feet and toe nails. I try to keep them absolutely perfect at all times.

And I never keep my toe nails without nail polish. Nor my fingernails, for that matter.

I tried to incease my arousal by looking at the things I had.

---

I lied down, sideways position. I had ashtray, lighter, and cigarettes ready at hand. Lying on my right side, I took the pack, and slowly pulled one long Marlboro 100, and placed it between my lips. I took the lighter, and lit it. I took a long drag, inhaled deep, exhaled. I closed my eyes, and tried to relax. I took a couple more drags, and used my left hand to check my pussy.

I was ready. He begun sliding his hard cock inside me, slowly, while I took a few drags off my cigarette, with my eyes closed.

He started fucking me, and I enjoyed it for a while. But when I was stubbing my finished cigarette into the ashtray, I told him to stop.

I got up, walked to the table where my bag was and took out my Capri 120s. I also put on my fuchsia thong - I immediately felt better. Much better.

I walked back to where he was standing at this point, and kneeled before him. Thong-wearing tiny ass, ultra-long thin pack in my hand. That was the real sexual me! My self-confidence was renewed. I took my lighter, and slowly pulled out a long, thin, sexy fuck-stick out of its stunning pack. The Capri pack design must be one of the sexiest and sluttiest ever invented. While doing so, kneeling, I was staring at his eyes - my eyes were smiling. Smiling an evil smile.

In the past, every time he had asked me whether I missed him, I had always said "No". Which was, and still is, the truth.

Now, my slut-consciousness newly reborn, my big doll-like green eyes looking at his, in a sweet, manipulative whore-voice: "Did you miss me?" Holding my thin 120 in my right hand. And pursed my lips.

"Yes" He breathed.

"Aw, you're so sweet."

I placed my long Capri 120 between my brown lips, and lit it. My eyes never leaving his, I took one drag off my ultra-slim cigarette. And another one and another one. After who knows how many, still looking at him with my made up eyes, I did a big open-mouth inhale. I exhaled.

Sucking on the fabulous long cigarette I felt so pretty.

I took two or more drags, and begun licking his shaft from below. More drags, and I started sucking him.

I dipped the thin lipstick-stained filter inside the tiny hole, and, being careful not to make it too wet on the inside, managed to create a sexy little line of precum between his stiff dick and my beautiful cigarette. The essence of femininity! Of the highest degree.

"Oh, look" I said. "Isn't it cute?" I puckered my lips, and gave the precum-coated slim filter a sweet little kiss.

Smiling one moment. Serious, animalistic, starving eyes the next. I took a lustful, wet, and very long drag. I exhaled with my mouth wide open. With a slow tongue movement I "licked" out the last remnants of smoke from my mouth. And licked my brown lips.

I was unstoppable now - I kept sucking, faster and faster, taking drags off my slutty cigarette to keep my mouth filled with smoke.

I was using my left hand to play with my cunt. I was so turned on by now, and him too.

I sucked him until I finished my precious Capri and stubbed the stained butt inside the ashtray. It was worth the sacrifice.

Next, I removed my fuchsia thong once again, and lied on my back, lit a Marlboro 100, and let him rape me.

While getting raped in this position, I did lots of open-mouth exhales, by taking multiple drags and then just leaving my mouth open wide, and slowly exhaling all of the smoke that had been inside my lungs. I also begged him to call me a "dirty whore" and fuck me harder.

Luckily, my glasses didn't fall off.

Soon after, I felt his hard cock pulsating and pumping warm cum deep inside me.

I told him to leave me alone for a few minutes, but then changed my mind, and asked him if he wanted to stay there and watch me.

He decided to remain, and sat on the bed. I changed my position on the bed, with my left hand cupped on my shaved cunt. I didn't want to lose any of his cum oozing out of me.

I put a pillow for support, and leaned against the wall. Like the good little slave he is, he moved ashtray, cigarettes and lighter, and placed them next to me.

I pulled out a long 100 cigarette, and held it unlit in my right hand. Giggling excitedly, I used my left hand to touch gently my cute little creampie. I was smiling. Some of the very white cum was already leaking out of it. Using my fingers, I pushed it back inside, playfully, and giggled some more.

I did this several times, with a "Woops" and a cute little laugh every time I pushed it back inside again.

Still holding my unlit Marlboro 100 between my fingertips. Red fingernails.

"Come here." I said.

He did so. Good boy!

"Light it for me, will you?"

I placed my cigarette between my white teeth. Yes, my teeth. Then I enveloped my brown lips around the filter, keeping most of its lenght inside my mouth. Like a whore sucking on something.

He lit my cigarette. Hollowing my cheeks, I took a very long, lustful drag. It must have looked like I was sucking on a lollipop more than a cigarette.

And a couple more. I exhaled slowly, staring at him.

I started playing with my beautiful, white cream-filled cunt. Slowly at first, enjoying my strong cigarette, taking long drags, and several times multiple drags. During some of my inhales, I kept huge amounts of harmful smoke inside my lungs for several seconds.

While doing my sexy long O-shaped exhales I kept staring at his eyes. Time and again I had a look at my stunning red toe nails and my thin anklet.

I finished my Marlboro 100 and immediately lit another one. As I was smoking my cigarette, harder and harder, my speed increased, and I begun fucking myself, and fucking his white cum back inside me, where it belonged.

When not busy sucking on my cigarette, my lips were slightly parted.

At a certain point, in my extreme arousal, I took something like five or six deep drags in a row. The amount of smoke around me was enormous.

A couple of times I deliberately did huge open-mouth inhales while looking at him with an expression and gaze that must have looked and felt like that of a evil goddess or some poisonous snake.

I was still fucking myself by the time I pulled out my third cigarette in that position. Using my fingertip, I coated the cork filter with the mixture that was inside my little hole. I put it in my mouth, my eyes never leaving his. I could taste both my juices and his cum on the filter.

Once again, I told him to light it for me.

Every true smoking queen on the planet should try smoking a cigarette like that at least once!

I had my orgasm while I was sucking on my lipstick-stained, cum and pussy-tasting Marlboro Red 100.

[...]

 

[Stopokochac]

Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Damn you! I'm supposed to go hiking again and was gonna abstain so I have strength and energy, but I might end up cumming now Damn you! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!!!!

 

[Shaglus_Ziegler]

Yum

 

[Shaglus_Ziegler]

My latest. https://www.literotica.com/s/dragon-lady-3

 

[EllaB_17]

My latest. https://www.literotica.com/s/dragon-lady-3

Thank you. I didn't know you were writing. I wrote 73 stories up until now, but I was kicked out of Reddit a couple of weeks ago, and returned with a new account, wrote more, but yesterday I removed everything.

 

[EllaB_17]

Bob, this is my thread. I use it sometimes. You can scroll up, there are several snippets of my SF stories I posted recently.

 

[Bigbobnc]

Omg that last story is amazing, made me think of my best friend. We’ve never had sex but we’ve had some dirty chats online and shared a few pictures. I was think8ng about her reading that story, now once I catch my breath I’ll work my way back further to the other stories here…..

 

[EllaB_17]

Omg that last story is amazing, made me think of my best friend. We’ve never had sex but we’ve had some dirty chats online and shared a few pictures. I was think8ng about her reading that story, now once I catch my breath I’ll work my way back further to the other stories here…..

I'm glad you like it. I will post some more time by time. The original stories are much longer.

 

[1789llx]

A short story I wrote in February, describing my first ever smoking sex experience.

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I was 20 years old.

At 18, my first relationship had ended. My first boyfriend didn't like me smoking, but I loved him.

Between this breakup and my next relationship, and also overlapping parts of my second relationship, I had sexual experiences with other guys.

Some were very short lived "affairs", some were one night stands.

Starting with my first boyfriend, I had been giving blowjobs to most of the guys I had sexual relationships with. With time and practice, I gradually learned several different techniques. I swallowed every time I could.

Although at the time I didn't have a name for it, I would do, occasionally, things that closely resembled what are now known as "sloppy blowjobs".

Lots of saliva, fast sucking, lipstick stains everywhere, and using a hard dick like a painting brush, to completely mess up my heavy makeup.

Even though I wouldn't call them smoking fetishists in the strictest sense, there were several guys who seemed to be turned on by my smoking.

Usually I'd notice it while still in or around a club.

We will use one of these guys as today's guinea pig, and describe the course of events leading to that experience.

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I was in a club with my friends. My memory of that evening is still clear and vivid, as well as the quality of my feelings and emotions.

I was wearing a white mini dress. Tight and very short. No stockings. My legs were bare.

I was wearing one of my favourite pairs of shoes. Black patent with a 19 cm heel (7.5 inches). This extreme height, plus my short dress, made my thin legs look infinitely long. I bought the same model several times in my life. This is how much I love them.

I wore metallic pink lipstick, plus some kind of "cat-eyes" makeup (what exact kind I can't remember). But I know for sure I wore fake eyelashes with tiny jewels on them. I remember this because the guy said something about them.

In that period, my light brown/dark blond hair would often have a very thin fuchsia braid in them. And sometimes a green one, or a blue one.

I left the club with this guy I've met there during that evening. We took a cab, and I lit a cigarette, as it was my habit every single time I took a taxi.

I had slim cigarettes packed neatly inside a rhinestone cigarette case. I mostly smoked slims when partying, clubbing, or shopping.

At other times I would smoke Marboro 100s, or the normal ones.

In the taxi we started to kiss. He was touching my thighs. Once or twice he had a feel of my panties.

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This is how I remember it.

We arrived at his place. We were in the living room. He asked me if I wanted anything to drink. "Just a glass of water", I said. He went into the kitchen. He came back with my glass of water, and found me sitting on the sofa lighting another slim cigarette.

He said something, I don't remember what precisely, that made me understand that he loved watching me smoke.

I looked into his eyes, still sitting on the beige sofa, in my white dress and black heels, and took a few long drags from my thin cigarette. "Do you like me?"

I can't remember his reply, but his reaction betrayed the fact that he did and that I had turned him on.

I got up. Straight to business. I was not interested in anything else with any of those guys.

I walked to him, put my hands around his neck, and we kissed.

I kneeled down. I was holding my cigarette in my right hand. My whole body was burning.

I looked up with my big doll-eyes. "Can I smoke?"

He gave me an approving smile. Me kneeling, he unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, and kicked them away.

I couldn't believe it was happening. I was melting. I was taking very long drags. Longer and longer.

Luckily the coffee table was near, and on it, my cigarette case. He took it and gave it to me together with my lighter and an ashtray.

I placed them on the floor next to me.

I think the cigarette was still unfinished, but I put it off, and took a new one, and lighted it. I sucked deeply and lustfully, and a fresh pink lipstick stain immediately appeared on its filter.

I could wait no longer. I took 2 or 3 drags in a row, and put his dick inside my starving mouth.

I can't find the words to even remotely approximate what I was feeling.

My very first time! Sucking a dick while at the same time sucking on my beloved cigarettes.

A dream come true. I would blow hungrily, lick it, blow smoke on the whole lenght. Do deepthroats that would, together with my mouthfuls of smoke, almost choke me. I tried dipping the cigarette in his precum, and looked up, with my glittering eyes and jewelled fake eyelashes, deeply into his. I'd open my mouth, and touch his precum on the filter of my slim cigarette, using the tip of my tongue, ever so slightly and slowly, my hungry eyes never leaving his in those moments.

His dick was smeared with pink lipstick by now, and I'd suck more and more and more.

He'd use his cock to "play" with my face, my lips, my nose, my eyes, my cheeks, and forehead.

I lighted yet another cigarette, I was finishing them so incredibly fast.

My left hand would switch back and forth between his dick and my wet cunt, still hidden inside my thong.

I knew he was about to cum soon.

Still, when he did, it was so ovewhelming for my poor smoke-filled mouth, that when his hot load hit my throat with such force, I just lied down onto the floor, clumsily, slightly hitting my head.

I didn't care. I felt so blissful, for the first time doing what I had truly longed for, that while still coughing cum and smoke, lying on the floor, I would keep sucking on what was remaining of that poor cigarette, which, at that point was squeezed, wet, and, together with my fingers, completely smeared with pink lipstick, and kept sucking and sucking, more and more, yearning and lustful and hungry for more, eventually smoking the filter.

I put once more my left hand inside my panties, my short dress being at that point high up above my ass, touched myself for a couple of seconds more, before I orgasmed.

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After a journey that had lasted years, I was finally in my heaven: filled with fuchsia smoke and rivers of cum.

I had to take a quick shower.

My face was a sweaty mess of smeared makeup and cigarette ashes.

I cleaned a little bit the dirty patches on my white dress. A cheap dress, suitable for a cheap slut.

I dressed, took my purse, and said goodbye. I left, the sound of my extreme heels echoing on the stairs.

Excellent story and well written, certainly engaged my interest. Never thought of how it would be from the blowers POV, but I always thought that getting a blow job, from a elegant woman in evening wear, preferably including elbow-length gloves, while she smokes a cigarette, would be insanely hot.

 

[EllaB_17]

Excellent story and well written, certainly engaged my interest. Never thought of how it would be from the blowers POV, but I always thought that getting a blow job, from a elegant woman in evening wear, preferably including elbow-length gloves, while she smokes a cigarette, would be insanely hot.

Elbow-lenght glows are sexy. But there's one problem. I am, and always was always obsessed with nails and nail polish. The smell of nail polish was, in fact, my first "proto-sexual" turn on, as far as I can remember.
One time, I was smelling a bottle of my mom's nail polish, when I heard her coming, and I ran away, without closing the bottle. She blamed my sister, of course (we were little). I felt guilty and scared.

 

[Bigbobnc]

@EllaB_17 Love the thought of you laying in your bed with just shorts, imagining you’ve got a 120 in your hand slowly licking it with the tip of your tongue

 

[EllaB_17]

Omg that last story is amazing, made me think of my best friend. We’ve never had sex but we’ve had some dirty chats online and shared a few pictures. I was think8ng about her reading that story, now once I catch my breath I’ll work my way back further to the other stories here…..

I'll post one now, in it's entirety. It's a recent one, and like all my stories it includes a lot of personal details and trivial things that readers knew about and were interested in.

 

[EllaB_17]

@EllaB_17 Love the thought of you laying in your bed with just shorts, imagining you’ve got a 120 in your hand slowly licking it with the tip of your tongue

That's insanely sexy.

 

[Bigbobnc]

That's insanely sexy.

You’re the inspiration, and you have no idea how inspired it’s making me right now

 

[1789llx]

Elbow-lenght glows are sexy. But there's one problem. I was always obsessed with nails and nail politsh. The smell of nail polish was, in fact, my first "proto-sexual" turn on, as far as I can remember.
One time, I was smelling a bottle of my mom's nail polish, when I heard her coming, and I ran away, without closing the bottle. She blamed my sister, of course (we were little). I felt guilty and scared.

That’s a very good point I hadn’t considered, so maybe lose the gloves. An elegant well-manicured hand with long finger nails, and some high end jewellery - including a matching choker would be equally thrilling.

 

[EllaB_17]

You’re the inspiration, and you have no idea how inspired it’s making me right now

I can imagine...