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After a long day at college, Amy decided to pay a surprise visit to her boyfriend, Ben. The 19yr olds were deeply in love and lust with each other, seizing every opportunity to have sex. And she knew his parents wouldn’t be home for at least another few hours.
Ben was 5ft 10″ and athletic, with short brown hair and a thick cock that his girlfriend couldn’t get enough of. Amy was 5ft 5″ and generously curved in all the right places. She had shoulder length blonde hair and a saucy sex drive.
When Amy arrived at the house, she knocked on the door then rang the bell, but nobody answered. Ben’s secondhand VW Golf was on the drive, so she knew he was home. Instead of ringing his phone, she tried the door handle and found it was unlocked.
“Hello! Ben! Is anybody home?” Amy called out.
With no reply, she entered the property and called up the stairs. Still no answer, so she began to climb the stairs, wondering where her boyfriend was. The shower wasn’t running and everything else was dead quiet.
However, as she neared Ben’s bedroom, Amy thought she could hear groaning of a sexual nature. Not a female, but Ben. Is he jerking off? She wondered, pressing her ear to the door. He definitely is! Amy giggled and very quietly pushed down on the handle.
Peeking her head around the door, she almost fell over in hysterics. There was her boyfriend, sat in front of his computer with a set of headphones on. His arm was moving rapidly in his lap while he breathed heavily. Amy sneakily tiptoed over, wanting to see the look on his face, when he realised he had been busted.
She knew her boyfriend masturbated over porn. Ben always denied it, of course, claiming he didn’t need porn when he had her. Amy didn’t really care, but she was now curious to find out what made him tick. What fantasies lurked inside his head.
Reaching the back of the chair, she fixed her eyes on her boyfriend’s tight grip around his thick cock. He was strangling the shaft as he continued groaning. Her glinting blue eyes then gravitated upwards, onto the screen.
A slutty looking blonde, caked in make up, was giving a guy a blowjob. As she slurped on his cock, she paused to take drags from a long, cork filtered cigarette. What the hell is this? Amy thought, expecting to catch him watching lesbian porn.
“Ohhhh! Fuck!” The man on screen groaned. As the woman inhaled a sultry drag, cum began to cover her face. Lots of it.
“Uhhhh! Fuck, yeah!” Ben suddenly grunted, joining in. He grabbed a handful of tissue paper from his desk and rose to his feet, oblivious that his girlfriend was stood right behind him as he shot his cum.
“What the hell are you watching?” Amy finally announced herself.
“Ahhhh!” Ben fell towards his desk, firing sperm over the keyboard. “What the fuck, Amy!” He shouted, turning off the monitor and pulling up his shorts before ripping the headphones from his head.
Amy couldn’t reply. She was too busy laughing, knowing she was going to hold this embarrassing moment over her boyfriend for a very long time.
“How did you get in here? Ben was furious with embarrassment. “I can’t believe you caught me wanking!”
“The front door was unlocked, and you didn’t answer when I knocked. Chill out,” Amy laughed. “I am disappointed you didn’t call me instead of wasting that boner on porn, though.”
“How long were you watching me for?”
“Long enough,” she chuckled and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his lips. “Why were you beating off to a slut smoking a cigarette? escort bursa I get the blowjob and facial part. But smoking…”
“It was just a blowjob scene,” he scowled, gently pushing her away. Ben was still too embarrassed to find the humour in the situation. “It had nothing to do with smoking,” he lied.
“It looked to me that smoking was the main focus.” Amy glanced at the sticky keyboard. “Gross,” she laughed once more.
“It was just blowjob porn. Let it go, will you? Can’t you see I’m devastated?”
“I’m sorry. I’ll never mention it again,” Amy laughed.
But over the next few days, she kept bringing it up. The woman in the porn scene was definitely smoking for her audience, but Ben remained adamant that his girlfriend had the wrong end of the stick, so she decided to do a little research.
When Amy typed ‘smoking porn’ into her computer, she couldn’t believe how much content came up. Her search engine was overwhelmed with all kinds of smoking fetish sites, leaving her wondering if her boyfriend secretly had a smoking fetish. She didn’t tell him about her research. She decided to try and catch him out again.
How hard can it be? Amy asked herself, looking up advice on the recommended brands for beginners. A few hours later, she was standing in her parents back garden, opening a packet of ultra low strength, Mayfair White.
She peeled away the cellophane wrapper, opened the lid and removed the foil. Twenty pristine, tightly compacted, cork filters looked up at her. Amy pulled one out and ran it under her nose. Thinking the cigarette smelled quite nice, she put it between her lips and burned the end with a lighter.
Her curiosity was short lived, however, when she pulled too hard and filled her mouth with too much smoke. She coughed and chocked while her eyes began to water. She wanted to vomit.
“That’s fucking disgusting!” she scowled at the cigarette and threw it to the ground, stamping on it.
The next day, she was back on the internet, learning how to smoke, but it still took five sacrificial cigarettes before Amy could actually inhale and hold the smoke for a couple of seconds. Proud of herself, she finished the cigarette feeling triumphant.
She smoked a few more cigarettes over the the next two days, in preparation for Ben’s big smokey surprise. Her parents were going away for the weekend, and he was staying at hers.
Amy wasn’t yet experiencing nicotine cravings, but she was slowly becoming attached to smoking. The smell had become bearable and the taste enjoyable. She surprisingly liked holding a cigarette between her fingers too, but she loved the feeling of exhaling the most. By the time the weekend came around, Amy had experimented with five cigarettes and fully smoked a further five.
Ben arrived with the beer and popcorn, expecting a Netflix and chill night before having sex. Amy smirked, knowing she’d secretly brought the cigarettes. After two hours of cuddling on the sofa, the couple started kissing and touching each other while the film credits rolled up the screen.
“Take off your t-shirt,” Amy whispered, slipping from the sofa, onto her knees. Ben removed his top with a grin of anticipation. “Mmm, he’s growing already,” his girlfriend teased, looking at his bulge before removing her t-shirt.
“He’s always hard for you,” Ben chuckled. “Nice tits.”
“Thanks,” Amy giggled as her boyfriend’s eyes fixed hungrily on her busty cleavage.
She reached behind her back, unclasped and removed bursa otele gelen escort her bra. Her big, creamy tits and jutting, hard nipples bounced free, then Amy unbuckled Ben’s belt and unzipped his fly.
His erection sprang out, coming to rest upright, hard and thick. Amy wrapped a hand around his throbbing shaft and her soft lips around the head, swirling her tongue over the swollen gland.
As Ben groaned, closed his eyes and threw his head back, Amy seized the moment. She discreetly slid her free hand under the sofa and pulled out the itinerary. A saucer for an ashtray. A lighter and a packet of Mayfair White.
“Ohhh, baby,” Ben sighed, opening his eyes to look down at his girlfriend sucking him off.
Fixated on the blowjob, he gently grabbed and squeezed her heavy tits. The soft flesh yielded under his grasp. Amy moaned, enjoying his groping hands while she licked up his shaft, trying to decide if now was a good time.
She never stopped to think how her boyfriend might react when she produced a cigarette. What if he didn’t have a smoking fetish? What if he did but he didn’t desire to see his girlfriend smoking? Too late, Amy decided. I want a cigarette as much as I want to know if he has the fetish or not.
With her heart pounding, she sat back on her heels and opened the packet on the floor, out of sight. Ben gave her a puzzled smile, until he realised what she was doing. He pressed back against the sofa with his eyes wide in shock.
“What the hell are you doing?” he gasped, watching his girlfriend place a cigarette in her mouth.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Amy giggled and rolled the lighter.
“Amy!” Ben exclaimed, paralysed as the flame touched the end of the cigarette.
Amy ignored him and hollowed her cheeks, giving the cigarette life with a soft pull of her lips. Ben just sat there, stunned and dry mouthed, blinking while his cock throbbed a little harder.
To emphasise what she was trying to do, Amy closed her eyes and moaned, exaggerating her pleasure as she inhaled a thick ball of smoke. She held it inside her lungs for a couple of seconds before opening her eyes and exhaling a long plume from her pursed lips.
“If you want me to put it out, just say.” she teased her boyfriend, then took a longer, second drag, exhaling at his cock.
Ben was speechless. He obviously thought his girlfriend was beautiful and sexy, but now he thought she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, both in life and online.
“No, I don’t want you to put it out, but when did you start smoking?” he breathed, full of excitement.
“I haven’t started smoking. I just want you to know that you don’t need porn when you have me,” Amy smiled, holding the cigarette in one hand and her boyfriend’s rock-hard cock in the other.
“Uh?” Ben was confused. He knew what his girlfriend was referring to but watching her smoking was as mind boggling as it was mind blowing.
“Relax. You can ask me questions when I’m done.” Amy pulled another drag then ran her tongue along his shaft, allowing the smoke to drift from her mouth.
“Ohhhh, fuck!” Ben groaned. “I have lots of questions.”
Now fixated on his topless girlfriend giving him his first ever smokey blowjob, Ben watched her intently. He couldn’t believe how natural Amy looked with a cigarette. How long has she been smoking for? How long as she been hiding it? Ohhhhhh, fuck. Who cares! He sank back into the sofa and enjoyed bursa merkez escort the best blowjob Amy had ever given him.
Alternating her time between cigarette and cock, performing long drags and brief deep throats, Amy felt very naughty, smoking for her boyfriend. She was adamant she wouldn’t become a regular smoker, but she knew this wouldn’t be the one and only time either. Her boyfriend clearly loved every drag, inhale and exhale while she sucked his cock.
Mesmerised by it all, Ben let her run the entire show. Her big tits jiggled as she stroked his shaft and took a drag. Then her soft mounds rested on his thighs when she came back in to exhale at his throbbing meat.
“Ohhhh… I’m going to cum,” Ben gasped.
Amy already sensed he was ready to blow. With only a couple of drags left, she sat back on her heels and granted her boyfriend his ultimate wish.
“Cum on my face,” she said in a slutty tone, then took the penultimate drag.
As she inhaled the smoke deep into her lungs, Ben hauled himself up from the sofa. He wasn’t going to question his girlfriend this time. Grunting and cursing, he aimed his cock and began to ejaculate.
Amy naturally jolted when the first rope landed on her nose and forehead. She moaned and exhaled straight up at her boyfriend, who just kept on firing cum over her face.
Unloading the most intense orgasm of his life, Ben’s legs were trembling. His body was shaking too. Amy remained in place and took the final drag. She cupped her big tits with the cigarette between her fingers and pushed them up, while exhaling a thick cloud.
“Uhhhh! Yes! Uhhhh! Fuck!” Ben quivered, flicking the last of his cum onto her pretty face. She was covered in the stuff.
Once he had nothing left, he fell back on his arse, panting. Amy started giggling. She stubbed out the cigarette and remained on her knees, allowing the cum to set on her face. Some of it had slipped down onto her tits, but she loved every second of it.
“What just happened, Amy?” Ben sighed.
“I need to clean myself up first, then we can talk.” Amy dashed to the bathroom and washed her face, realising the gravity of what she’d done. She now had to try and explain her actions to Ben.
When she returned, the lounge stank of smoke as it lingered intrusively. Ben looked at his girlfriend, not sure how to quiz her on the smoking without sounding ungrateful. He thought it was up there with the sexiest things she’d ever done.
Amy sat beside him and tried to explain what led her to giving him a smokey blowjob. On reflection, she felt silly. She had gone too far and expected Ben to say so, but he didn’t.
“I don’t know what to say,” he said of her journey from catching him watching smoking porn to actually giving him a smokey blowjob.
“It’s ok,” Amy said softly. “If smoking gets you off, then I don’t mind doing it for you again at some point.”
“And in the meantime, when we’re not horny or playing naughty?” Ben wondered, not wanting his girlfriend to suddenly start lighting up every couple of hours.
“I’ll keep the cigarettes safe. I’ll only smoke when you want me to. When you’re in that kind of mood. I want to be able to satisfy your needs, Ben. You really don’t need porn.”
“Amy,” he exhaled, touched and devastated at the same time. “You didn’t need to go to these great lengths. It was just porn. Yeah, I admit I find something sexy about a woman smoking during sex, but it’s just fantasy.”
“A fantasy I don’t mind bringing to life for you, from time to time.”
“I love you so much,” Ben smiled and kissed his girlfriend.
He knew where this would lead. He didn’t want her to become a smoker, but that’s exactly what she became. Amy was hooked within weeks, smoking ten cigarettes a day without hiding it from anyone… and the sex they had just got better, dirtier and very smokey.