Smoking Fetish - Sex Stories

Smoking Fetish

First off, let me preface by saying that I am not a smoker (Not in “Real life” anyway). I do, however try to indulge a man's fantasies when we're together. I have, of course, turned down some of the more bizarre requests, but smoking for fetish purposes, is pretty benign. I have been surprised by how many men have this fetish. I don't know if it adds to the air of sluttiness that men who are into CD's prefer (Men don't want us dressed and acting like church ladies), but a lot of men love to watch a girl smoke. Just do a search on Xhamster for smoking fetish videos, and the sheer volume proves it's a popular fetish. Even though I am not a regular smoker, I must admit to enjoying the effect it has on some men. I met Marcus online, and we chatted for a couple of months before we ever got together. We both had pretty busy schedules, and it took a while for us to have time to actually meet. Almost daily, we texted, and e-mailed, and most nights we chatted on the phone before bed. We had quite a long-distance flirtation going, exchanging many pics, stories, and the occasional steamy phone sex. During one of our conversations, he admitted he had a smoking fetish. He told me whenever he saw a sexy girl smoking, he wanted to jerk off. He also told me some other fetishes as well. I told him I would be happy to indulge his fantasies when we met. When we finally got our schedules in sync, we made a date for a Saturday night. I found a little sleazy motel that allowed smoking (Not many ...

... around anymore) and arrived early to get ready. I bathed, shaving my legs and body, and took my time getting my makeup and hair just right. He had picked out the outfit from the pics I had sent....A tight fitting colorful print minidress, sheer tan pantyhose, and black high heels. I poured myself a strong drink to help me relax and get me further in the mood. He called me, informing me he would be arriving a little late, so I had a couple of more drinks, and was loose and ready when he arrived. He texted me from the parking lot, asking was his little white slut ready. I double checked my makeup and hair, downed the rest of my drink, lit a cigarette, and replied yes. I opened the door and really liked what I saw. His pics looked nice, but he was better in person. Tall, muscular and black, he was just my type. I invited him in and he walked in watching my every move, checking me out head to toe. I could feel his eyes moving over me, and was very turned on. I took a long drag, exhaled, and asked if he liked what he saw. He told me I was his fantasy slut. I told him to make himself comfortable while I fixed us a drink. I enjoyed his stares as I strutted around on my high heels, bending over, smoking, in general giving him a show. Knowing what his turn ons were, I was working it. I brought his drink, sat next to him crossing my legs, and toasted our night. As we chatted, I took out another cigarette, and he was right there to light it for me. He excused himself to the bathroom, and ...