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Smoking Fetish

... returned a few minutes later totally naked. This man had an amazing body, and a gorgeous cock. It was long and veiny, uncut (Which I love), and starting to harden. I took another drag as he stroked it in front of my face, teasing me. He was already oozing precum as I flicked my tongue across the tip. I took another drag, exhaling over his growing cock as I sucked him in. I slid him in and out of my mouth pausing only to take another drag, and suck him back in. It wasn't long before he exploded in my mouth, filling it with his delicious cream. He told me it was the best blow job he ever had. I stood up and excused myself to go to the bathroom. I sat down and peed, thinking about how much I wanted this man. When I came out, I fixed us another drink, and walked back over to the large mirror to touch up my makeup. I lit another cigarette as I applied more eye makeup and lipstick, touching up my foundation, and sipping on my Grey Goose. He came up behind me, put his strong hands on my hips, and kissed my neck. That really turned me on. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me, as he whispered how bad he wanted to fuck me. I handed him a condom and some lube, and took another drag, and spread my legs a bit as I bent over the sink and arched my back to ...

... him. He lifted the back of my skirt, and tore a hold in the back of my pantyhose. He slid a lubed finger inside me and I begged him for his cock. I took another long drag, and exhaled as he pushed it inside me. He proceeded to make me his little slut. Long, slow strokes at first, then faster and deeper, filling me up. I tried to focus on being as sexy as I could, shooting him sexy looks in the mirror, making sure he saw me smoke, but I was in a daze. I had never been taken quite like this, and I got caught up in the combination of pain and ecstasy. I felt him tense up, and he pumped a few hard times before filling up the condom with his seed. When he pulled out and removed the condom, I gave his sweet cock a few licks for good measure. He excused himself to the bathroom, and while he was gone, I removed my ripped up pantyhose, replacing them with some nude thigh highs and black panties. The rest of the night is pretty much a blur of smoking, drinking, sucking, fucking, and swallowing I don't know how many loads. The man is a machine. He left sometime around sunrise, and I fell into a deep sl**p. When it came time to check out, I just paid for another day so I could rest. But later that night, I got a second wind after dinner, but that's for another story.