Author: ltrybe

Rimjob at Lands

Randie leaned in to hug her mom, Tess. In shock-recollection, Randie locked her body. She quickly wondered if her mother could pick up the musky odor of Victor’s asshole and scrotum coming from her face.

As Tess released from the hug, a glint in her eye confirmed detection. Palms down, she reached her hands out, grabbing both of her daughter’s wrists. She gently pulled Randie back in – and gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek.

This was deliberate, of course.

At the thought of her mother’s knowledge of her carnal exploits, and Tess’s obvious attraction to the scent of her daughter’s most recent rimjob, Randie’s snatch began to moisten. She was getting wet. If she stood there much longer, her shoes would fill.

Randie cleared her throat and refocused, “I love you mother. I’ll call you later when I get to the beach house.”

“Alright dear. Safe travels” Tess responded.

As Tess turned, she felt a swift breeze hit her long thin legs. A jet of air shot up her skirt, passing through the wet spot on her panties. The cold sensation it created made her shudder. Like her young daughter, the interchange had stirred the heat in her. Read more »

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? Read more »

Piper Smokes for Daddy Quint[M]40 Piper[F]18

Quint’s eighteen year old stepdaughter Piper bounced through the front door of their home. With her came the sweet scent of body spray and suntan lotion. “Hi daddy.” She set her backpack down and headed for the kitchen.

His smoking fetish was instantly aroused.

A few days earlier, Piper expressed a strong interest in smoking. Out of the blue, at the checkout line in the grocery store, she said, “Daddy, I love you, but I love cigarettes too.” Caught completely off guard and thinking it an odd statement, he couldn’t find the words to immediately reply. But, his cock reacted instantly.

Quint had an amazing fuckstick. A veiny eight inches of girth, with an over-sized mushroom cockhead. He was endowed. The problem this amazing bulbous head presented, is that, when Quint had a public erection, which he did from time-to-time, none of his pants allowed the room needed – not even for a semi.

While blood filled his cock as a result of Piper’s statement, he discreetly pulled on the zipper area of his trousers and bent over some. Piper was batting her beautiful green eyes up at him, waiting tenderly for Quint’s reply. Her full lips stretched out into a broad smile, exposing perfect teeth. The crotch of Quint’s pants was at it’s limit. He could hear his own heartbeat in his eardrums. Read more »

Smoke, Cum, and Roses (Smoking Fetish) Lonnie [F]27 Vance [M]25

Lighting her cigarette, Lonnie imagined herself in his arms. She imagined him taking her, over and over while she smoked – their bodies joined together in shared ecstasy. She thought of his warm semen filling her up as she smoked. Many times, she’d smoke two pack as they both moved together towards dawn. Vance had a smoking fetish for as long as he could remember, and now he’d found a partner whose smoking fetish matched his own.

Tonight, both will get off on cigarettes…the naughty purchase of the smokes, checking into the “smoking” hotel room, the arousing visual of the packs, the cellophane and foil, the different lighters, ashtrays on and around the bed, the lipstick stained cigarette butts. Smoking and fucking. Smoking blowjobs. Smoking and cumming. Vance’s cock will stay hard for hours while Lonnie smokes for him tonight. Stroking his fuckstick in and out of Lonnie, his balls will be drained and empty by the time they turned the room key in. Read more »

“Nikki X” Roc[M] 25, Nikki X[F]29

Nikki X, in thigh-high black leather boots, walked up to Roc. She took a drag from her cigarette and spit on his back. Roc was on his bare knees, hands tied with rope in the front. His wrists were secured closely to the leather collar on his neck, by a two inch chain. His face was down on the floor, head turned to the left. Ass high in the air. Nikki X approached him from behind, straddled his ass, and started to piss. An explosive deluge of hot golden nectar flowed from hairy blonde cunt, filling Roc’s ass crack, and then soaking his undercarriage. As the vixen’s fluid found it’s way to his caged cock below, the flow rinsed the bars of the brass cage, and took with it – a large dollop of precum on its way to the floor. Nikki X’s pisshole was relentless. Roc would later notice, to his delight, that splashes of her urine had somehow made it to the vanity mirror in the hallway bathroom. His toes were now dancing in a large puddle of fresh pee. He said nothing.

Roc had wanted this for some time – to be tied up and controlled by a woman. Tied up. Controlled. Read more »

“You No Cum in Me!” Nick[M]29, Prostitute[F]23

Two thirty in the morning on the Sunset Strip. With the bars now closed, Nick was driving around in his new Jetta. He was looking for company for the night – well, for maybe an hour anyway. He wanted to get his cock wet.

The best options now were walking the streets. He’d been with prostitutes in his past. Driving around, Nick fondly recalled his first.

During his time in the Navy some years back, Nick and the guys went in together on a gorgeous blonde hooker in Tijuana. Taller then all of them, boasting long legs and huge tits, the whore led them back to a small room with a single light bulb. She sat on a white sofa, and spread her legs wide. White platform shoes, hanging high in the air, she pulled up a white mini skirt, revealing a perfect cunt. Her pussy was shaved smooth, and tanned like the rest of her fuck-machine body.

Nick had first dibs. The agreement was that all of the sailors were to use rubbers, but when she saw Nick’s cock, she insisted the he fuck her raw. Everyone there knew why. Nick’s buddies jokingly called him “horse nuts” on the ship because his bag hung so low. Nicknaming his root, wasn’t a place any of the guys wanted to go, but “Horse cock” would have fit perfectly. Read more »

“Making a Living” Val[M]23, Sessie[F]22, Darrell[M]35, Smoking Ebony Porn Star[F]25 (Smoking Fetish)

Sitting at his computer, next to his sleeping wife, Val felt it approaching. His body was firming for the pending eruption. On the screen before him was the most beautiful ebony female – sucking a white cock while halfway through a Newport. He’d paused the video at the part where she’d managed to get her amazing glossed lips over the cork of her cigarette and the tip of the guy’s cock at the same time.

The Nubian beauty made a tight seal around both, and was in the middle of the strongest part of the drag, when he paused the frame. Val was especially aroused, because her pretty eyes were locked on the glowing cherry of the Newport. Her cheeks had hollowed, and in the frozen shot, all of the smoke had stopped rising from the tip. It was all going into her.

Val knew he was looking at something amazing.

Cock wrapped in a foot of folded toilet paper, Val was stroking smoothly and really enjoying himself. Staring at the young ebony beauty being so naughty, had him mesmerized. He was going to cum. Suddenly, his attention was broken by the spoon in melting ice cream next to him. Falling from the stabbed upright position, the spoon came to rest on the side of the bowl, making a dinging sound. A sound not loud enough to wake Sessie, but loud enough to startle him. Read more »

“Trina’s All Grown Up” Trina[18], Lance[42] – Smoking Fetish Story

“Can we stop by the cigarette store daddy?”

Lance’s young stepdaughter Trina, could not have known what those words coming out of her soft eighteen year old mouth did to him. This is the first he’s hearing of her being a smoker. He thought he smelled the sweet mix of a previous cigarette and sweet body spray when she entered his truck. The odor, reaching his nostrils, touched him in a place that aroused him. Now, he knew for sure. She was being naughty. At this thought, his cock stretched, and rolled in his jeans.

A freshman at Briton State college, Trina must be trying new things; and this new thing, was, well – his thing.

“Sure.” he answered

She looked at him and smiled big.

Trina, sitting in the passenger seat of his truck, was a cutie. Five foot two, one hundred and five pounds. Trina wore braided blonde pigtails, pushed down by a pink beanie hat. Eyes so blue, they were almost clear. Button nose and full, kind lips, covering perfect teeth. She was wearing a short white hoodie sweatshirt, made with holes at the end of the sleeves – where Trina had inserted her thumbs. Tight bleached jeans hugged her thin legs down to the ankles. Powder-blue low-top Keds and short white socks, with what looked to be little cotton balls hanging off them, finished out her look. Everything about Trina was damn-near perfect. Read more »

“Brock’s Cock” Brock[M]20, Roger[M]30, Sadie[F]29

“Hello Brock! Any sharks last night? Rays?” Sadie asked.

“One shark, two rays” Brock returned.

Sadie and Roger, his English neighbors, had rented the boat slip across form his own. Their sailboat was almost identical to his twenty-seven foot Catalina. Brock didn’t much care for Roger. He once scolded young Brock about leaving the hooks in the fish’s mouths by cutting the line to release them.

A month earlier, Brock sailed his boat from Long Beach to Mission Harbor, near Sea World in San Diego. From San Francisco to Long Beach before that.

Brock was a slim, bleach-blonde twenty year old. Tan. Fine hairs on his legs and arms. Soft features, with a kind young beach-bum’s smile. Perfect teeth. Facial hair too thin to shave just yet. Soft blonde fuzz above and around his cock and scrotum.

Brock bid good day to Sadie, and went below. Before his chat with her, he’d already made plans to have some fun by himself in the bow of the boat – where the sleeping quarters were located. There, two coarse half-triangle mattresses came together on a wood platform to create a small bed. Brock had a single sheet, a blanket, and a pillow loosely thrown onto the bed. He never made the bed. Read more »

“Daytime Delight” Lasso[M]50 Stranger[M]23

Lifting his eyes, Lasso stopped cold. Before him, a young man was laying flat – on his regular park bench. It was midday in Seattle, more specifically, midday above, and south of Seattle. This bench was set on a hill, high above the city. From here, both stadiums could be seen, as well as the Columbia Center – but not the Space Needle. The Needle was too far north.

On the bench laid a man who looked to be in his early twenties. He was dressed in dirty steel-toed boots, dingy jeans, and a gray long-sleeved sweatshirt. On his head, the man had a black beanie-hat pulled down over his eyes and nose, leaving only his lips and clean-shaven chin exposed. His skin was dark, with an olive tone.

Italian? – Lasso wondered as he approached.

As he got close enough to see over the back of the bench, Lasso spied the man’s noticeably veiny hands at his own crotch. Out of the zipper-hole of the dirty jeans rose the most spectacular erection. Olive in color, like the man’s chin, the cock was similar to a perfectly vertical tower – with rays of sunshine, mixed with moving shade, washing over it. Read more »