Just a Little Smoke

 "Go on," Paul urged Michael, "it's just a cigarette. One won't hurt." Michael wanted to keep Paul happy - Paul was the owner of his gym and had been very welcoming - but was more than a little wary.

"It's not very healthy though, right? I'm trying to get fitter." 

Paul laughed. "Believe me, one cigarette won't interfere with you getting an ideal body." He held the packet to Michael and smiled. Michael took the packet, removed a cigarette, allowed Paul to light it for him and took a tentative drag. He slipped into a deep, smoky haze almost immediately.

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Michelle awoke on her sofa in her lingerie, stretched, and wandered into the kitchen. On the worktop was a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. Feeling the urge, she lit up and inhaled deeply, allowing the nicotine to seep into her blood. Her heart raced briefly with the chemical rush. There was something amazing about these cigarettes her husband had bought for her.

She pondered on the dream she'd been having. Had she been someone else? People talked to her like she was a man... But how could they? Just look at my body, she thought, feeling the fat nipples crowning her round tits.

I'm all woman, she thought, no man could pull off these stockings or this deep crimson lipstick. Her pussy pulsed with arousal and she sat up on the kitchen counter, spreading her lean legs wide and allowing her hand to drift over the crotch of her silky panties.

Through the cloud of smoke, she admired her sexy form, tossed her long platinum hair and began to indulge herself. She began to vocalise her horniness, talking out loud to herself.

"Oh yeah... Want to slide my fingers into that hot pussy... Feel myself so wet inside..." She took another deep drag. "Want to get fucked hard. Feel that cock pushing my cunt lips apart, driving deep inside. Grabbing her hips and thrusting, pumping her pussy..." Puzzled, Michelle corrected herself. "Pumping INTO my pussy as he grabs my hips. That's it." Her index finger ran over and over the hard bead of her clitoris, and she closed her eyes as her ecstacy peaked.

Suddenly, a hand was on her thigh.

"Starting without me, honey?" asked Paul, as he knelt on the kitchen floor and pushed his tongue between her wet labia. Michelle felt her cum flowing over her husband's tongue as he expertly took her back to orgasm. He knew her body so well, she thought, like I was made for him.

The couple kissed deeply while Michelle stubbed out her cigarette end. As the tremors in her core subsided, another wave of confusion crashed against her memory. "Paul... Were we at your gym today? I think we were smoking outside after a workout or something..."

Paul stroked her face tenderly and kissed her red, red lips. With his hand in her white-blonde hair, he savoured the taste of the smoke on her breath. "It must have been a dream, honey. Don't worry. You were probably just craving another cigarette. Here..." He helped her down to her knees and handed her another from the packet. "Why don't you have another and take care of your husband?" He lit it as she began to jack his thick knob.

"Oh Paul... Look at this lovely cock." Michelle breathed out smoke onto his erection as she wanked him. "I feel like such a... such a dirty slut, smoking and fucking the whole time. All I can think about is rubbing your dick all over my lips. I need it in my mouth."

She was now stroking Paul tantalisingly close to her mouth, never stopping smoking. Paul encouraged her. "You are a slut, Michelle. You're a permanently horny, dirty, obedient, big-titted, cocksucking, stupid-as-fuck whore, and that's exactly who I want you to be. Breathe that smoke in, baby... and when you're ready I want you to jam my dick down your throat."

Michelle inhaled, then did exactly as Paul had asked. She was wet with desire as the smoke was stoppered in her body by the thickness of her husband's cock. She knew precisely what she was then - all the things Paul had said to her. She began ramming her face down on him, letting the full manly flavour of dick mingle with the smoke on her tastebuds, feeling her tits bounce, pushing the smoke inside further, further, further, sealing her self image. Paul held her head as she gagged, helping her to become the thing he wanted. 

By the time Michelle was able to exhale, there was almost nothing visible in her breath. The smoke from her last drag had been completely metabolised. Still, she continued to smoke as Paul's cum drenched her mouth, pooled on her tongue, dripped down her chin.

Michelle loved her life. She spent her days lounging around in lingerie, waiting for Paul. She was always ready to fuck or suck him off, and sometimes he brought a friend around so she got double the amount of cum. Once, a policeman came to ask Paul some questions about a missing person from his gym. Michelle sat between the two men in her skimpy, lacy underwear and within fifteen minutes was on her knees, savouring the cop's big knob as she serviced them both.

She slipped down the sofa and let Paul and the policeman kneel over her as she jacked them both into her face, alternately sucking them and letting a torrent of filth spill from her mouth.

"That's right... Dump those big balls into my mouth. I want my slut face covered with both your thick loads. Use my face and wipe your cocks clean on my cheeks and hair."

The two men came almost simultaneously, the familiar tang of her husband's cum mixing and running together with the policeman's thicker, stickier, almost cream-coloured spunk. Michelle scraped her fingers down her face, pushing the cum into her hungry mouth, sucking it from her long nails and licking the stray drops from her big tits.

She reached for her cigarettes and lit one, before offering the packet to the policeman.

"Smoke?"