Smoking Fetish “I’m a Smoking Slut” Stephan [M]18

Stephan heard the front door close. His Aunt Rosie was leaving for the day. She wouldn’t be back until five or so. In only loose boxers, he jumped from his bed. He moved quickly down the hallway, his swinging cock filling with blood.

*Today would be the day.*

Stephan grew up watching women smoke. He’d developed a strong fetish for it. It was so fucking naughty. These women were playing with and controlling fire and smoke. In his youth, he tried to play, but was denied. He thought about the time his mother caught him melting crayons in the basement. She spanked him and made him cry, but that incident only helped to seal the friskiness and sexual playfulness attached to flame – to the smoke. At an early age, Stephan came to see; that cigarettes in a woman’s possession was, to him, unthinkable power and responsibility. Sexual power in their purse or cigarette case.

How do they not orgasm just from lighting up?

His fetish was so strong, that the mere sight of an ashtray full of used corks would evoke an erection. An empty pack of Newports on the shoulder of the road, Stephan’s cock was hard instantly. A Marlboro Light butt adorned with ruby red lipstick, pushed into sand at the beach – resulted in an immediate throbbing cock. Even at the sight of a book of matches or a cigarette lighter at the store checkout counter would leave his fuckstick rolling in his jeans and tightening down his thigh. As he experienced each of these sort of things, Stephan would store every smoke-related experience away in his memory, only to recall them later as he stroked his root to a frothy finish.

Reaching the end of the hall, his boxers now a tent in front, Stephan opened his aunt’s bedroom door. The smell of smoke from her morning makeup routine was still in the air. A queen-size bed sat in the middle of the her room. Off to the right was a closet full of clothes on hangars, with high-heeled pumps underneath. As luck would have it, at his size, Stephan would fit all of it.

He opened her dresser drawers and stopped at the second. Inside were panties and bras. He quickly stripped off the boxers. Standing there naked, Stephan grabbed a powder-blue pair of panties and pulled them up and over his giant bulbous knob. As he did so, a bead of precum pushed through the silky material. At the sight of the clear nectar seeping from the crown of his sissy cock, Stephan felt a familiar warmth on his neck and shoulders. The wash of orgasm was approaching.

*It’s too soon.*

In near panic, Stephan sat on the end of the bed, waiting for the impending orgasm to subside. Once it did, he donned a bra, a yellow day dress, white ankle socks with frills, and matching yellow pumps. He found Rosie’s nail polishes and painted his fingernails pink. As he was doing so, Stephan felt his pisshole pushing out a fresh flow of clear nectar.

*My pussy’s getting wet.*

He walked over to the vanity mirror and covered his full lips with pink lip gloss. On the bathroom counter, Aunt Rosie’s glass ashtray called. Inside were three partially smoked Benson & Hedges. One stood out. It was a long, almost full cigarette. She must have taken one drag and tapped it out. Next to the ashtray was a box of matches. Stephan struck a match and watched the flame with a lustful yearning. With his other hand, he brought the barely-smoked cigarette to the flame. Running the match under the tip for a few seconds, the cigarette was lit. With all of this naughtiness going on, Stephan felt wash of orgasm attempting to capture him once again. He steadied himself.

As he turned back toward the bed, lit cigarette between his freshly painted nails, Stephan caught himself in the full length mirror.

*I looked amazing!*

From a straight-on view, he was every bit a sexy smoking woman – every sexy smoking woman he’d encountered and fantasized about. He’d dreamed about smoking handjobs, smoking blowjobs, fucking smoking women with their legs on his shoulders, smoking anal from behind, and even just jerking off in front of a smoking woman – a smoking slut – like the one he was seeing in the mirror.

Stephan rotated, flattening his hand down at his side, so the tip of the cigarette pointed toward the ceiling. A sensual ribbon of smoke snaked upward. He turned sideways, bringing his wrist up and limp, so the cigarette took on a more feminine quality. As he did so, Stephan noticed the middle of the yellow dress was pushed out – almost seven inches away from his hips. This aroused him further.

After tapping his smoke a few times in the ashtray, Stephan hiked the yellow dress up to his flat stomach, pulled the blue panties to one side of his cock and balls, and laid on auntie’s bed. With copious amounts of precum already flowing, Stephan grabbed for his root with his cigarette-hand. Keeping his pointer finger and middle finger extended out – with the butt pinched between, he ran his pinky and ring fingers over the top of his knob, wrapping his thumb on the underside. Smelling the sweet cigarette smoke filling the room, he laid back and enjoyed every smoking fetisher’s dream. He loved smoking sluts, and now he was a smoking slut himself, and for his own use.

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