A Lost Daughter Ch. 24 - Sex Stories

A Lost Daughter Ch. 24

... up at me with her deep brown eyes as my body went rigid and my breath hitched in anticipation of my release. The first jet of my semen exploded from the head of my cock and splashed on the back of her throat as smoke began to stream from her mouth. She continued stroking me madly as a series of bountiful ejaculations shot into her smokey mouth and painted the length of her beckoning tongue. My cum was thick and pearly white and Amber welcomed my voluminous deposits with ravenous glee.

It delighted me further to see it disappear into the fog of her smoke-filled mouth, coaxing my climax to even greater heights. As my orgasm reached its zenith, Amber's lungs expelled the final wisps of smoke to reveal an unobscured view of my climactic donation. A shimmering sea of sparkling sperm bridged the space between her teeth and coated nearly every inch of her tongue. Amber wiggled her coated tongue and smiled, her eyes gleaming at me with pride and devotion. I smiled back, which seemed to signal my approval and prompted her to swallow.

It was almost anti-climactic as every trace of my ample emission disappeared in a mere moment, affirmed by a proud display and a broad smile by the ardent beauty at my feet. Next, she lifted her cigarette close to her face and inspected it. Nearly an inch of ash clung to the filter, flickering in defiance of its approaching extinguishment. In a final testament to her boundless devotion to me, Amber opened her mouth and splayed her tongue once more. ...

... It glistened pink and unblemished as she raised the cigarette above it. With one tap the integrity broke and a column of ash broke off to rest helplessly on the bed of Amber's tongue.

A quick singe followed as she briefly touched the end of the cigarette to the tip of her tongue to completely snuff it out before tossing it to the floor. It left a tiny black circle where it had made contact but would pale in comparison to what came next. Amber reached her right hand up to her tongue and ground the column of ash into her previously unblemished tongue with her pointer finger. The glistening pink disappeared in a haze of ashy blacks and greys, a defilement that pleased me to no end. Removing her finger allowed me a wondrous view of her handiwork and I nodded and smiled in approval.

She completed the ritual by closing her mouth once more and swallowing several times, presenting a clean palate as proof of her diligence. She stood up and we kissed, thankfully her tongue still retained a strong flavor of ash that would've spawned a second round of lovemaking if it were a decade earlier. In the present, however, it simply reminded me of why I loved and appreciated this incredible woman. Upon finally breaking free she tapped my nose with her finger and smiled playfully.

"I love you so much," she purred.

"I love you too," I replied.

One more soft kiss concluded our interlude before she turned back to her reflection and lit another cigarette. I allowed her to pop another ...