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Internal joke; You will notice that the Sassafras tree has absolutely nothing
to do with the theme of this story, however, "HOT SMOKE and SASSAFRAS" was a
song by a little-known rock group of the 1960s called 'The Bubble Puppy.' It
was a hit back when my wife Becky and I were dating, and still remains one of
my favorite songs by a commercial band.

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*This story is a modified re-post originally submitted to DEJANEWS as a reply
to  someone with common interests.





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 WARNING:  SEX AND CIGARETTE SMOKING GRAPHICALLY PORTRAYED! If cigarette
smoking  offends you... TURN BACK NOW! If sex offends you... Then, WHAT are
you doing here?!?

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                              --   PART 6  --

                        COUNSELING CAN BE A REAL DRAG!


 We certainly threw ourselves fully into the role-playing aspects of our
mutual fetishes. They became more elaborate and creative as our exhilaration
for the games intensified.

 One of our darker stagings (also, one of our favorites) centered around me
playing the role of an angry, staunchy guidance counselor named 'Mr. Davis'
who ran a 'half way' house for troubled teens. He was a strict disciplinarian
who expected proper conduct from his young ladies. The house rules, set down
by the counselor, were to be obeyed without question, under the threat of
serious disciplinary actions if they were not adhered to at all times!

 Among his many enforcements was proper attire.

 "The young ladies here will dress in a fashion that projects an image of
purity, respectability and dignity," he (I) would say, "or they will never
leave this house!"

 Also, the wearing of make-up and jewelry were strictly forbidden. And, of
course, (the scene wouldn't be complete without this)... SMOKING was
considered a major offense! Anyone caught indulging in this un-lady-like
behavior would be swiftly disciplined and delt with severely by the counselor
himself! These rules were admonished by Mr. Davis with unceasing regularity.
He (I) would remind Becky's counterpart to observe these restrictions and
obey all other house rules, or there would be hell to pay!

 Becky's character was that of a submissive older teen named 'Barbara' who's
devilish spirit was always getting her into hot water with the counselor for
one infraction or another. One of her weaknesses was smoking. She loved doing
it because it made her feel older and sexy.

 Becky easily took to this role due to the fact it paralleled her real life
experiences as a youth. Her father was a very strict parent and had caught
her in the act of smoking a number of times. On those occasions, he would
lecture her on the evils of such behavior and the consequences it may bring.
He hinted at the sexual aspects of the act of smoking by saying that it may
attract the 'wrong' kind of boy. Or, give the right boy the wrong idea. She
never question her father on these points because she was too frightened and
wanted the lecture to end. Later, after he'd send her to her room, Becky
would have a chance to think clearly about what he had said. Her fathers
voice echoed in her thoughts. Unfortunately for him, his choice of words had
the opposite effect. You see, he unwittingly planted the seeds in Becky's
head that smoking attracted boys... right or wrong! It only encourage her to
continue smoking... to use it as one of her feminine wiles (I know! I'm
sounding like a sexist again! But this is the way she described it to me!).
Although it never reached fetish levels, her smoking became a point of
sexuality. She flaunted it, using it to entice her boyfriends to react
sexually.

 None of them reacted the way I did to her smoking. After she explained all of
this to me, I finally understood what was going on during our third date. And
why she took to my fetish so easily once it was out in the open. I clearly
understood why we were SO right for each other on so many different levels...

 To her... I was the 'right' boy... with the wrong idea!

 This is also the reason why our little 'half way' house role-playing worked
to excite the two of us. I was the authority figure lecturing to her about
how naughty she was being by smoking a cigarette, like her father did many
years before. Only, in this situation, she would always gain the upper hand.
I wouldn't have it any other way!

 I'll tell you, we got so good at this play, it was almost scary sometimes! I
never knew when to expect her to lapse into the character. Whenever she did, I
would immediately assume the role and we'd be hot and heavily into our little
play. Sometimes picking up where we had left off!


 One time, I arrived home from work after a grueling day and in the foulest
mood. I normally try not to bring the irritants of a bad day home with me,
but that particular day was an exception! It only served to fuel my persona
in the performance which was about to take place. I walked into the house all
set to 'chew her ear' a bit about my shitty day, only to find her in front of
the full-length mirror in our bedroom, her back to me, and dressed in the
SLUTTIEST outfit going! I knew right away that Becky had planned for me to
'catch' her like this. She was horny, and 'Barbara' was at work here! I
realized that she was really unaware of my presence as I stood in the doorway
watching her every move, my cock growing steadily.

 She was a vision plucked from a wet dream! Her hair was in pig tails and
swung back and forth across her shoulders as she struggled to adjust the
tight skirt hugging her bottom.  Her ears were adorned in rather large slutty
hoop earrings which also moved in unison with her pig tails. Her face was
made up like a hooker's, in sharp contrast to the young girl hair style she
sported, just how an inexperienced teenage girl would be made up, with the
intent of getting a rise out of the local boys on a Saturday night! A lit
Benson & Hedges dangled from her slightly parted glossy lips, as she
continued to adjust the tight material around her push-up bra, her beautiful
breasts pushing outward. She looked just the way she wanted... like a naughty
girl! I immediately knew what to do at that point, and I fell right into my
character.

 "Barbara! YOUNG WOMEN!" I shouted, startling her into posture. "WHAT in HELL
do  you think you're doing?!?"

 "Oh shit." she murmured in a frightened tone, as she stared wide-eyed at my
  reflection in the mirror. "OH... AH... I'm just... AH..."

 "OH, AH, You're just, AH... LOOKING LIKE A COMPLETE TRAMP IS ALL LITTLE
MISS!  I mean, LOOK AT YOU! JUST TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT YOURSELF IN THAT MIRROR
YOU LIKE  LOOKING INTO SO MUCH!!"

 As I raged on, my boner pointed straight out in my pants, threatening to rip
right through the thin fabric!

 "I'm sorry Mr. Davis," she whimpered, holding the cigarette down at her side,
 "I was planning to go out tonight and I just wanted to look nice."

 The pre-cum oozed copiously from my cock head and started to bleed through
my tented trousers. My hot stare racked over her slutty image, the cigarette
smoke curling around her tits, then up to her face.

 "Look nice... LOOK NICE!!" I shouted. "You look like a cheap mid-town 
prostitute ready to suck off the first guy with a twenty grasped in his hand!
 And, DIDN'T I WARN YOU ABOUT CIGARETTE SMOKING BEFORE? HUH?!? IT'S A BAD
HABIT  AND AN UNBECOMING THING FOR A YOUNG LADY TO BE DOING! It makes you
look like a  cheap SLUT! Well, it certainly does fit your image right now! DO
YOU HAVE ANY  IDEA WHAT THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOR COMING FROM A YOUNG WOMAN
BRINGS OUT IN A MAN?  ... Well, DO YOU?!?

 Her eyes wondered down to the soaked tent in my slacks. My prick was pushing
them straight out and cum was dripping from the saturated tip, down to the
floor. A knowing smile played upon her lips as she found new courage to
slowly bring the filter tip of the cigarette to her mouth. She took a long
cheek-hollowing drag, all the while looking at the obscene jutting of the
stiff dick in my pants. She exhaled the smoke passed glistening lips and in a
lustful tone said,

 "Hmmmmmm.... I think I could venture a guess. But, ah... why don't you come
  over here and show me first hand, Mr. Davis."

 "WHAT!" I said in mock surprise.

 "Okay... I'll just come over there to see for myself.

 She saundered over and closed the distance between us. She stood very close
in front of me. Her hard breasts almost touching my chest. She brought the
lipstick stained cigarette to her lips to take another drag just inches from
my face, after which she dropped the same hand down and squeezed the aching
bloated head of my pointed cock through my pants! A squishy wet sound could
be heard as a result of that action while she shockingly blew a thick cloud
of sexy smoke right in my face. I started to cum forcefully right there and
then!

 "WHAT ARE YOU DOING BARBARA!! AAAAAUUUUUGH!!!" I groaned,  seized her upper
arms in my sweaty grasp and shook her whole body violently, forcing her hand
to pump in and out on my encased stiff prick while fucking into her fist. She
squealed, her voice wavering, her pig tails whipping across her face as I
shook her as hard as I could!

 "Oooooooooohhhhhhhh!!!...MR.DAVIS!!!!!.....AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

 Her squeals of abandon continued while I fucked my hips in and out and
spurted all over her jacking fist and cigarette filter, through my trousers.


 The spasms finally subsided after what seemed like a very long period of
time. I slowly stopped shaking her limp body but kept a firm grip on her
arms. Her head rested against her shoulder as we stared at each other, our
breathing ragged. She looked at me through half-closed eyes and a shit-eating
grin on her flushed face. She gave the appearance of being completely stoned.

 The cum that had ballooned in my slacks continued to ooze out from the
saturated fabric. Her hand, still tightly gripping my cock, dripped like a
slimey waterfall with the jism blown through my pants. My cock remained rock
hard. She glanced down, a look of disbelief on her face at the fact that it
seemed even more rigid than before. I felt like I could still cum hard at any
moment! I couldn't believe it myself, but I would use this situation to my
full advantage.

 "DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE, YOUNG LADY!" I rasped. "Okay, so you want to
smoke and look like a slut? HUH? Okay then... Go ahead and smoke! I'll just
have to teach you a HARD lesson!... I'll show you what happens when you act
like this!!"

 A moan of fear and excitement escaped her lips at the thought of things to
come. I still had her by the arms as I lead her to the edge of the bed and
sat her down, cum webbing and dripping from her hand and cigarette. She
moaned again, brought the dripping filter to her lips and licked it before
taking another puff. Meanwhile, I pulled the boner from my sticky pants and
vigorously jerked off in front of her pursed lips while she exhaled smoke at
the near-bursting head. Her other hand fingered her clit through her panties
as she stared at the expanding head of my cock.


 "That's right Barbara. Bring yourself off while a man jerks off in your face!
  Prove what a slut you are to me!"

 "OOOhhhh AAAAhhhhhh... YESSSS Mr, Davis!!! I-I-I am a slut!" she stammered.
 "Please!... AAAhh! .... I WANT TO SEE YOUR CUMMM!!! OOOOooohhh!!!!! PL-PL-PL
  PLEASE spurt hard on my face!!! JACK YOUR STIFF PRICK OFF IN MY FACE!!"

 "Here's what happens...AH...when you... OOOooooh... do this nasty thing to
  a-a-AAAHHHHHH MANNNNN!!!!!!!"

  I started to spurt SO hard in her face, I swear I saw her head snap back!
She screamed and placed the filter of the cigarette between her lips to take
another drag while knot after sloppy knot of jit shot from my rigid organ to
splash in lines across her flushed cheeks. I spurted on her hand and
cigarette as she turned away to take the drag... then when she turned back
toward the sputtering cock to exhale, I leaned in to rub the squishy head all
over her ovaling lips. I finally just shoved it into her mouth, forcing the
smoke to exit her nose! I pulled out to shoot the parting pulses on her pig
tails and earrings. MAN! We both rattled through our orgasms like that for
what seemed like forever!

 It felt to me like my entire insides were coming out in that intense climax.
I half expected to see my shoes spurt out of there!

 After I calmed down a bit, I still remained quite hard and horny enough to
continue the 'lesson' in her wet pussy while we were both fully clothed! She
looked so hot, spread-eagle on the bed, a fresh cigarette in her grasp and my
cum streaming down her face. It dripped in gobs from her earrings and hair as
I pounded her relentlessly..... We made love for hours on end that night and
continued the play until we both fell in a heap on the bed. I haven't been
able to keep it up that long ever since (although, I've tried).....




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