Smoking FetishFirst off, let me preface by saying that I am not a smoker (Not in “Real life” anyway). I do, however try to indulge a man’s fantasies when we’re together. I have, of course, turned down some of the more bizarre requests, but smoking for fetish purposes, is pretty benign. I have been surprised by how many men have this fetish. I don’t know if it adds to the air of sluttiness that men who are into CD’s prefer (Men don’t want us dressed and acting like church ladies), but a lot of men love to watch a girl smoke. Just do a search on Xhamster for smoking fetish videos, and the sheer volume proves it’s a popular fetish. Even though I am not a regular smoker, I must admit to enjoying the effect it has on some men.I met Marcus online, and we chatted for a couple of months before we ever got together. We both had pretty busy schedules, and it took a while for us to have time to actually meet. Almost daily, we texted, and e-mailed, and most nights we chatted on the phone before bed. We had quite a long-distance flirtation going, exchanging many pics, stories, and the occasional steamy phone sex. During one of our conversations, he admitted he had a smoking fetish. He told me whenever he saw a sexy girl smoking, he wanted to jerk off. He also told me some other fetishes as well. I told him I would be happy to indulge his fantasies when we met. When we finally got bursa escort our schedules in sync, we made a date for a Saturday night. I found a little sleazy motel that allowed smoking (Not many around anymore) and arrived early to get ready. I bathed, shaving my legs and body, and took my time getting my makeup and hair just right. He had picked out the outfit from the pics I had sent….A tight fitting colorful print minidress, sheer tan pantyhose, and black high heels. I poured myself a strong drink to help me relax and get me further in the mood. He called me, informing me he would be arriving a little late, so I had a couple of more drinks, and was loose and ready when he arrived. He texted me from the parking lot, asking was his little white slut ready. I double checked my makeup and hair, downed the rest of my drink, lit a cigarette, and replied yes.I opened the door and really liked what I saw. His pics looked nice, but he was better in person. Tall, muscular and black, he was just my type. I invited him in and he walked in watching my every move, checking me out head to toe. I could feel his eyes moving over me, and was very turned on. I took a long drag, exhaled, and asked if he liked what he saw. He told me I was his fantasy slut. I told him to make himself comfortable while I fixed us a drink. I enjoyed his stares as I strutted around on my high heels, escort bursa bending over, smoking, in general giving him a show. Knowing what his turn ons were, I was working it. I brought his drink, sat next to him crossing my legs, and toasted our night. As we chatted, I took out another cigarette, and he was right there to light it for me. He excused himself to the bathroom, and returned a few minutes later totally naked. This man had an amazing body, and a gorgeous cock. It was long and veiny, uncut (Which I love), and starting to harden. I took another drag as he stroked it in front of my face, teasing me. He was already oozing precum as I flicked my tongue across the tip. I took another drag, exhaling over his growing cock as I sucked him in. I slid him in and out of my mouth pausing only to take another drag, and suck him back in. It wasn’t long before he exploded in my mouth, filling it with his delicious cream. He told me it was the best blow job he ever had.I stood up and excused myself to go to the bathroom. I sat down and peed, thinking about how much I wanted this man. When I came out, I fixed us another drink, and walked back over to the large mirror to touch up my makeup. I lit another cigarette as I applied more eye makeup and lipstick, touching up my foundation, and sipping on my Grey Goose. He came up behind me, put his strong hands on my hips, bursa escort bayan and kissed my neck. That really turned me on. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me, as he whispered how bad he wanted to fuck me. I handed him a condom and some lube, and took another drag, and spread my legs a bit as I bent over the sink and arched my back to him. He lifted the back of my skirt, and tore a hold in the back of my pantyhose. He slid a lubed finger inside me and I begged him for his cock. I took another long drag, and exhaled as he pushed it inside me. He proceeded to make me his little slut. Long, slow strokes at first, then faster and deeper, filling me up. I tried to focus on being as sexy as I could, shooting him sexy looks in the mirror, making sure he saw me smoke, but I was in a daze. I had never been taken quite like this, and I got caught up in the combination of pain and ecstasy. I felt him tense up, and he pumped a few hard times before filling up the condom with his seed. When he pulled out and removed the condom, I gave his sweet cock a few licks for good measure. He excused himself to the bathroom, and while he was gone, I removed my ripped up pantyhose, replacing them with some nude thigh highs and black panties.The rest of the night is pretty much a blur of smoking, drinking, sucking, fucking, and swallowing I don’t know how many loads. The man is a machine. He left sometime around sunrise, and I fell into a deep sleep. When it came time to check out, I just paid for another day so I could rest. But later that night, I got a second wind after dinner, but that’s for another story.