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 Archive name: sarah.txt (MF, smoking-fetish, intercourse)
 Authors name: Anonymous
 Story title : Sarah

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 I have always been turned on by females smoking.  I
 don't know why, but it has always had this effect on
 me.  For a long time I thought it was something odd,
 but now I know lots of others feel the same way (via
 asfs and recent publicity about this fetish).

 To me there is nothing better than to see a pretty
 girl sucking on a cigarette, inhaling and blowing out
 a long stream of smoke.  It is better if they are
 pretty, fairly young and with a good body. Nice
 (fairly big) tits seem to feature a lot in my fantasies
 as well (I'm sure a pyschoanalyst would have a field
 day with that one!).

 Anyway the reason I am writing this is to tell you an
 incident that happened about ten years ago:

 I first met Sarah one summer, whilst walking through
 my home town with my younger brother.  He met and
 chatted to a new girl to the area that he knew through
 school.  They were both in the sixth form, whilst I
 was away at university at the time (just visiting
 during my vacation).

 When we met, it was electric, I was totally in awe of
 this sex goddess.  What made it worse was that she
 flirted with me, and I had the feeling that I was in
 with a chance.  I couldn't stop thinking about her for
 weeks afterwards, but did nothing, for fear of making
 a fool of myself.

 Several months later, I was in the area again and
 spotted her at a bus stop (inevitably) chatting to a
 group of young lads.  She was obviously the centre of
 attention and loving it!  I waved, but only got a half
 hearted wave back.

 Over the next few months we bumped into each other with
 increasing regularity (these things take a lot of
 planning!).

 I eventually asked her out, but she was seeing someone
 else. I was devastated. However, I kept on until she
 finally agreed to go out with me.

 The first date was nothing much to write home about.
 We had a few drinks, met some friends (my mates
 couldn't believe it!) and I walked her home.  A peck
 on the cheek and I was on my way.

 Things went like this for a little while before IT
 happened.  We went back to her (mother's) house, to
 find it empty.  A very quick cup of coffee was followed
 by some groping and then some very passionate sex.

 This was so amazing (apparently for both of us!) that
 it went on for hours.  Without realizing it, we had
 each met THE perfect sexual match.  There was no "first
 date" fumbling, just an incredible passionate frenzy.

 What I couldn't get over however, was the perfection
 of her body.  She had superb, firm and large breasts
 and perfect skin.  I sucked on her nipples for ages,
 which drove her wild -- she later told me that this
 was the main physical thing that turned her on.

 However, this was just the tip of the iceburg.  As we
 got to know each other better, we confessed some of
 our fantasies. And our sex only got better as we began
 to share our secrets with each other.

 Hers had already become apparent to me, although the
 fun of "confession" just added to the enjoyment of it.
 She liked me to talk about sex.  In particular, she
 liked me to talk about my having sex with previous
 girlfriends.  One in particular, called Frances, used
 to really turn her on.  She knew that there was some-
 thing special about Fran, that turned me on, but
 couldn't put her finger on it - but still she wanted
 me to talk about her.

 The thing was, Fran was a smoker. I hadn't really gone
 out with many smokers before, but I think Fran sensed
 my arousal every time she lit up.  She too had a great
 body, you know, the kind that was tannned and toned.
 Fran ran 10 miles each day and had a full body workout
 that took at least 3 hours each day. She was pretty,
 but she was a very dominant personality and liked to
 take the lead during sex.

 She really enjoyed tormenting me during sex. Her
 favourite thing was to tie my wrists to the bedposts
 and tease me by just inserting the tip of my cock into
 her mouth, or just inside her pussy lips so that the
 hot wet feeling made me twitch in frustration. And then
 she would remove her lips or herself.

 She would sit (just out of reach of my throbbing cock)
 on by stomach and play with her body.  In particular,
 she would rub her beautiful tits and hold them milli-
 metres from my mouth.  She would then light up a
 cigarette and smoke it, because she thought I hated it.

 She would tell me how good the smoke felt as she
 inhaled it deeply, and would gently suck on my cock
 as she exhaled.  This would drive me wild --let's face
 it, she must have known. To see those perfect breasts
 expand as she inhaled; her nipples growing hard, just
 about made me come all on its own.

                           ***

 Anyway, back to Sarah.  She was a non-smoker.  In fact
 she was very much an anti-smoker.  This was something
 that used to make my fantasies worse, as I imagined her
 smoking her first cigarette.  Her Moher smoked quite a
 lot, and she was always complaining about it.

 One night, we were (as usual) discussing and acting out
 a few fantasies, when she said something that made my
 pulse quicken.  You see, the fantasy was always more
 exciting if no-one else knew.  She said that she
 thought I had a secret fantasy that I was not telling
 her.  She would not say what she thought it was until
 she had satisfied herself that she was certain.

 I knew that I had been found out, but couldn't be sure.
 She didn't mention this for sometime, until a few weeks
 later, in the middle of sex, she said quite simply "I
 know what your fantasy is!"

 My cock jerked with excitement, but I didn't really
 know what to expect.  She said, "wait here," and left
 the room.  When she returned, she had put on the bra
 that she knew always turned me on (it was a little too
 tight and presented an wonderful amount of cleavage.)

 She had also donned some bright red lipsick, but to
 top it all, she was holding one her mothers cigarettes,
 a lighter and an ashtray.

 She bound my hands to the bed (this much I had told her
 about the Frances escapades).  She then told me how she
 had noticed me looking at other girls who smoked and
 that she had put two and two together.

 Throughout this she was gently rubbing the tip of my
 cock, gently squeezing out some pre-cum lubricant and
 rubbing it into the underside (that drives me wild!).

 She asked if I would like to see her smoke. Of course
 I said yes, but this was what she was hoping for.  I
 had to confess my full fantasy and beg for her to do
 the deed.

 This involved telling her the full story about Fran
 and about how much I had fantasized about various
 female smokers that we knew.  This was her kick - so
 I never really thought that she would actually do it.

 Then she lifted up my twitching cock and slid it into
 her.  She raised the cigarette to her mouth, lit it
 and quickly blew out the smoke.  She had never done
 this before, but knew that I wanted more than this.
 She the sucked on it again and as she breathed in,
 clenched her pussy muscles around my cock, releasing
 the pressure as she exhaled.  She only managed this
 twice, before she felt me starting to cum.

 As my first gush of come spurted deep into her, she
 took another drag on the cigerette and coughed, and
 then started a coughing fit.

 Each time my honey coughed her tight little pussy
 convusled around my srurting dick and just about killed
 me with sensations.

 I had never felt anything like it before (or since!).
 She eventually untied me and said that she thought
 smoking was disgusting.  Despite the high of the best
 sex I had ever had, I was panicking that it would never
 happen again.

 This again was what turned her on - me begging her for
 a repeat performance and talking her into doing what 
 Fran and I had (or had imagined!) doing.

                           ***

 I don't know what you think of this, but if you know
 how to put it on the internet, it would be great to
 share it with people.  Sarah, who I haven't seen for
 some years might enjoy it as well -- if she finds it!

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 It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
 others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
 okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
 a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
 so take good care of it!
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