Vance invited Latisha over to his place on the coast, just south of Miami. He thought, after five years since they split, it would be nice to get together again. Catch up. The breakup was hard on him, and he honestly thought he’d never see her again – that is until he walked into Pony’s Gentleman’s Club in Fort Lauderdale last Tuesday.
Latisha was beautiful in every way. Even more so, now. She was short and thin, with perky breasts. Soft cocoa skin and the thin black braids which fell on the small of her narrow back, made her a catch for any man. She had the most beautiful smile, framed by perfect lips. She was exotic. Vance once remarked that she reminded him of Cleopatra. Her eyes were an amazing hazel-bronze. They always looked content and misty.
When they first met five years back, Latisha hadn’t known of Vance’s smoking fetish. They split after two years together without her ever knowing. At that time, before Vance met her, he’d seen her smoking in a local bar.
Latisha was sitting at a table with an older gentleman, smoking and talking. Vance was usually aroused by the oral aspect of smoking, but for some reason, on first seeing her – laughing and conversing with the cigarette at her side – this was the stimulus. Her arms were thin and beautiful, ending with gorgeous hands and fingers. On that night, sexy french-cut fingernails squeezed the cork.
After they got together the first time – and she moved in – she almost never smoked, and only mentioned smoking two times. Once, when she found a single Newport on the couch after a girlfriend stopped by, and that time they were in the grocery store, when Latisha said:
‘I love you Vance, but I love cigarettes too.”
With her coming out of an isle with a box of cereal, it was almost said in passing – nothing related before or after. Maybe to provoke a positive response.
Because, he himself was not a smoker, she thought he didn’t like smoking. And for his part, at that time, Vance wasn’t yet ready to reveal his kink.
The time she found the Newport left behind by her friend, she smoked it on the couch with his head in her lap. She didn’t asked permission, as she rightly assumed he be okay with this one-off. With his head below her amazing lips, he watched her light it with the long lighter he’d bought for the barbecue grill. Her full lips wrapped around the filter as she took a long draw, only to snap the inhale at the end. She was watching TV and stroking his head with her free hand. Being playful, Vance pulled his hard cock out. She never made the connection.
Latisha walked into Vance’s ground-floor condo wearing a sundress and sandles. Her braids were pulled up into a bun on the top of her head. Her thin supple neck called for his lips. He was happy to see her after the time that had passed.
“I brought some wine…and a blunt” she said with a smile, looking over her shoulder.
“Great” Vance replied. “Let’s go out to the patio. You can smoke out there.”
Vance grabbed two wine glasses and joined her at the patio table out back. He opened the bottle and poured for both of them. He sat across from her.
To his amazement, before a word was spoken, Latisha lit up the joint – and then a Camel menthol. She threw both arms back, a smoke in each, and smiled. With the pinkies and thumbs of each hand, she pinched the edges of her sundress and pulled it up, revealing her beautiful black cunt. Vance stood to his feet and dropped his shorts, revealing his hard bulbous cock.
He lifted her legs on his shoulders and pushed his white fuckstick into her sweet ebony snatch. She was pinned to the chair. As he stroked in and out of her cunt, Latisha casually smoked the blunt, and then the cork. Back and forth. Long drags every time.
She smoked as if he wasn’t there.
Vance fucked her harder, and she casually smoked…double-pumping the Camel, along with long pulls on the blunt. Vance felt the orgasm rising within. He would have been happy to jerk-off while she smoked a cigarette. Now he’s fucking this beautiful ebony queen while she’s smoking weed and a cigarette at the same time. His sperm filled her. Knowing her menthol still had a few pulls to go, and the joint was only half-smoked, he carried Latisha through the threshold. “You can in the finish those in the bedroom.”
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Many thanks! – Lawrence
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