My Smoky Ladies - chapter 1 / 5 - Sex Stories

My Smoky Ladies - chapter 1 / 5

... Will you?”

“I uh…” She thought silently for quite a while. “Richard and I want to be tattoo artists. The guys who own the parlor want three grand apiece for us to join as partners.” She blushed furiously as she suggested, “I know that’s a lot, but if I spend the weekends in your bed a while… I’d let you screw me and do anal, too.” Just then her boyfriend returned.

After a long and very awkward negotiation, she became a full-time smoker and my paid girlfriend. I moved from the dorm to a small apartment and she stayed with me instead of ‘Dick’. After each pack of cigarettes, I’d get her a different brand. I recorded her smoking Winstons, Camels, Newports, Kools, and a few others. She decided she liked Salem lights 100’s best.

I didn’t want to think of her as a prostitute, but I guess she actually was. I only screwed her and did her ass about twice a week each, with condoms, but got at least a pair of blowjobs every day. The next day she only smoked five cigarettes, but gradually increased to a pack a day by the end of our month together. I greatly enjoyed her blowjobs and LOVED to watch her smoke. If she had several tattoos instead of several square feet of them, I might have asked her to dump Richard and be my girlfriend for real.

When she left and returned to him, I realized I was barely started with my thesis and would be out of time to submit for the current term. I did a little brainstorming about how I could finish it for the next semester. I should go to an ...

... area with a lot of female smokers and evaluate the reactions of the young men there. I did some investigation and found what I thought would be a good place, a small town in a southeastern state where many people smoked. If I needed to talk to somebody more than once, I would be able to find them again in a small town. I wanted information about young smokers too, since I first noticed my fetish in high school.

I rented an apartment there and had the same problems. Young ladies were nervous about meeting a strange man at his home. I did many interviews in a park and at the homes of lady smokers. I got hundreds more hours of footage, but nearly all of them were 20 or older. Younger girls who still lived with their parents usually weren't allowed to smoke at home.

I spent a month each in South Carolina, Tennessee, and Alabama. Everywhere I went, I had the same trouble. They didn't trust strangers enough to be interviewed at my place, and the teenagers couldn't smoke or talk about it at their parents' house.

I devoted a week to formulating a new plan. I found a trio of towns only a mile or so each from the border where three states met. The states had different legal ages for alcohol and tobacco, so I reasoned a lot of young people would be crossing into another state to buy beer or cigarettes.

I also decided I should observe high school girls when they were away from home, so I would know which ones smoked. I would go to their homes and offer money to interview them ...