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My Smoking Fetish Story


All persons in this story are 18 years of age or older.


Maybe it began when I was much younger, and easily influenced by adults. Perhaps it began at 18 after watching Sharon Stone during the film Basic Instinct, admiring the way she seductively smoked in the police interview room. But I guess it doesn't matter how or when it started, the fact was I had the smoking fetish.

Of course I didn't know what a smoking fetish was at the time, or what my feelings meant. But I did know that the thought of smoking a cigarette had me reaching deep between my legs.

I was in the kitchen making a sandwich one day when I opened a draw to grab a knife. There next to the cutlery tray was a packet of Marlboro menthol cigarettes. It wasn't uncommon for my mother to leave spare packets of cigarettes around the house, and then complain she could never find them. But this time when I saw them my heart began thumbing against my chest and my nipples grew stiff, protruding through my thin t-shirt.

I stared down at the packet for a moment before reaching inside the draw and clutching them nervously in my tiny hand. Amazed at how light the packet felt I flicked the top open and counted fourteen white filtered cigarettes. I suddenly felt weak with excitement and my stomach tightened.

At this point I had no intention of lighting one of the cigarettes, but I was curiously aroused and wanted to know how one would feel and look between my fingers.

Before pulling out a cigarette I raised the packet to my nose and inhaled deeply. My pussy began twitching between my legs as the sweet aroma of unlit tobacco and mint filled my nostrils. I couldn't understand why I felt so hot and horny, but right at that moment I didn't care. I reached into the packet with my thumb and forefinger and carefully pulled out a cigarette.

I held the cigarette between two fingers, the way my mother would, and felt another pulse between my legs as I enjoyed the sight of the thin, all white cigarette against my red polished nails.

I turned to look at myself through the fireplace mirror. I thought I looked hot, and if I didn't, I certainly felt it as my curiosity pushed me a little further. I placed the filter between my lips and sucked hard. Then, removing the unlit cigarette from my mouth I pretended to inhale the imaginary smoke. I sucked the air deep into my lungs and closed my eyes. The taste of mint quickly filled my mouth, awakening my sensitive taste buds as I slid my free hand into my blouse and squeezed my braless breasts.

The tension was building up so much that I thought I was about to explode. I opened my eyes and looked down at the cigarette, still poised between my fingers.

"Shit!" I exclaimed, suddenly realising what I had done. The cigarette filter was no longer white. Instead, it was stained with my cherry red lipstick. I knew I couldn't put the cigarette back into the packet without my mother finding out, but something inside of me was stopping me from throwing it in the bin.

It was like having an angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other as I stared down at the cigarette. With my heart racing, my nipples aching, and my pussy throbbing, I gave into the devil and placed the cigarette back into my mouth and reached for the cigarette lighter.

After all, it's only one cigarette I thought. I sucked the smoke into my mouth but quickly blew it out again. The smoke tasted strong and felt hot in my mouth. After smoking half of the cigarette this way I decided to try a real inhale. Carefully taking a smaller drag I inhaled the thick smoke down into my body. My throat burnt and caused me to cough the smoke back out. I tried it a few more times before I actually managed to inhale and then exhale the smoke properly.

Stubbing out the cigarette I realised that I no longer felt horny. The build up to smoking and the thought of actually smoking properly, like my mother, had strangely aroused me. But the reality had been a big turn off, leaving me feeling very confused about my feelings.

I woke the following morning and, like all mornings, slid a very eager hand between my legs and into my panties. As two fingers worked my pussy I reached for a nipple and gently started to play with it. I lay pleasuring myself, eyes closed tight as I imagined myself smoking in public. It didn't take long before I arched my back and grabbed a pillow to muffle my moans.

Pre orgasm and the thought of smoking was totally off the scale with how horny it made me. But post orgasm had me feeling a little strange about myself. I felt I had nobody to talk too. My mother smoked, some of my close friends smoked, and even some work colleagues smoked, but how on gods earth do you approach somebody and say "why do I get so hot and horny about smoking when I don't even smoke?"

I kept this "weird kink" to myself and continued to succumb to my smoking fantasies. Inevitably my body became used to the smoke and especially the nicotine. I didn't know it, but my mother had also become used to having a couple of her cigarettes go missing each day. She later confessed to leaving some deliberately, knowing how hard it was for me to hide the fact that I had started to smoke.

I only smoked two cigarettes a day, and that was when I was alone with the opportunity to masturbate. I would become so horny at work watching my colleagues go out for a cigarette, wishing I could join them. It's a terrible feeling when you smoke but nobody knows it.

Then one day, I came home from work to find my mother sat at the kitchen table finishing off her make-up before going out on a date, cigarette smouldering in the ashtray beside her.

"Hi honey." She smiled, picking up her cigarette and taking a long, deep drag.

"Hi mum," I mumbled, as I sat down opposite her. "Going anywhere nice tonight?"

I enviously stared at her as she sucked the ball of smoke into her mouth and placed the cigarette back into the ashtray. She stared back at me as if she knew something but chose to hide it. After holding the smoke inside her lungs for a few moments she slowly exhaled a thick plume of smoke towards the ceiling.

For the first time I wanted a cigarette without feeling horny. It made me irritable watching my mother as she happily sucked away on her cigarette.

"No," she replied to my question, "my date cancelled so I'm going out with one of the girls from the office."

"Oh." I said, in reply to her cancelled date.

"Why don't you join us?" she quickly asked.

She took another two drags as she watched me considering her offer for a few seconds. Goddamn it, I wanted a cigarette.

"Come on, Sophie," she encouraged, "when was the last time we went out for a drink together?"

"Oh, ok," I smiled, "I guess I could do with a night out."

"That's my girl." She beamed.

An hour later and we were driving to meet her friend. I was sat silently in the passenger seat when my mother asked me to pass her her cigarettes. I picked up her bag and opened it, not fully registering what she had just asked me to do. But when I saw the packet of cigarettes staring back at me I felt my nipples harden against my dress, and I had the sudden urge to smoke.

"Take one out for me please, honey." She asked.

I could feel my hands shaking as I reached into the packet and slowly pulled one out. I held it between my fingers for a moment, staring at it as if I was getting it out for myself.

"It suits you, Sophie." She chuckled.

"Excuse me?" I said, waking from my two second daydream.

"The cigarette, it suits you." She repeated, looking serious.

"Don't be silly," I scoffed, "how can a cigarette suit anybody."

She smiled and said nothing as she took the cigarette from me and placed it between her lips. I watched her intently as she raised the flame to the end of her cigarette and sucked satisfyingly hard.

"There's another packet in my bag, I bought them for you." She said, exhaling as she spoke.

"What!" I replied, wondering if my reaction was genuine or not.

"Don't act so innocent, Sophie, I know you've started smoking ..."

"But ..." I tried to interrupt.

"Trust me, Sophie, I'm a smoker, and we smokers know when our packet is looking suspiciously light."

I slumped back in the seat feeling distraught. I should have been happy that it was out but I wasn't. Smoking had been a sexual fantasy up until this point, and although I often felt ashamed about it after pleasuring myself, it was after all my little secret.

"You may as well take one for yourself, I know you smoke. Believe me honey; I know how you feel about it. The quicker you start smoking in front of me, the easier it will be for you."

I took out another cigarette and nervously placed it between my lips. She was right, the first drag was ecstasy. The tension quickly faded away as I silently sucked on my first public cigarette, well almost public.

"You're a natural born smoker, girl." My mother chuckled. I smiled at her flattery as I took another deep drag.

We met her friend, Kate inside the club and quickly ordered our drinks as we sat down at a quiet table. As soon as we sat down a waitress placed a large clean ashtray in the middle of our table.

I suddenly felt excited again as I realised that tonight I would be smoking in public for the very first time. My mother wasted no time in lighting a cigarette as she placed her packet and lighter on the table. Kate quickly followed as she struck up a conversation about some guy she had started dating. But as I placed my cigarettes on the table I noticed Kate's Marlboro packet was gold and white instead of green and white.

"Do you want one of mine, Sophie?" Kate asked, as I stared at her cigarettes.

"Oh, no thanks," I said, "I was just wondering what the difference was between the green and gold ones."

"What?" Kate asked confused by what I had said.

"She has only recently started smoking, Kate. She has only been smoking menthol." My mother said, leaping to my rescue.

"They're lights, Sophie." Kate smiled. "Try one if you like, they're a little stronger than menthol and don't taste of mint, but they're not as strong as reds."

"Reds?" I asked.

"Marlboro reds are just a stronger cigarette." My mother jumped in again.

"Try one?" Kate said, offering her open pack to me.

I eagerly took one and quickly placed it in my mouth. Noticing the cork filter I lit the tip, sucked hard and inhaled the new taste.

"It tastes nice, even without the mint." I said.

"You better watch her; she'll be on the reds soon." Kate laughed.

After a few more drinks and cigarettes I picked up my purse and headed towards the bar to get myself another drink. I hate queuing at bars, despite being a woman I don't get served any quicker. I stood in the best place possible holding a twenty pound note, trying to get the attention of the barmaid.

"Don't worry, I promise they won't run dry." I heard a man chuckle.

I looked to my left to find the most gorgeous guy ever, standing over me. If women can be sex on legs then so can men I thought to myself.

"Maybe not," I replied to his comment, "but I wouldn't mind having another one before I sober up."

He laughed and stepped a little closer. "Then let me buy you another before it's too late to take advantage of your beautiful body." He grinned.

I laughed at his cheesy line and accepted his offer. It's not every day a gorgeous guy buys a girl a drink.

"I'm Jeff by the way." He said, handing me my vodka, blackcurrant and lemonade.

"Nice to meet you Jeff," I replied, shaking his hand, "I'm Sophie."

We were chatting for about twenty minutes when out of nowhere I needed a cigarette. I reached into my purse and grabbed my cigarettes before quickly pausing. I had never been in this situation before. Despite finally smoking in public without any fear or guilt, I suddenly found myself wondering what to do.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking a little concerned.

"Oh, um, nothing." I said, letting go of my cigarettes and gulping down my drink.

"Let me buy you another one." He said, turning towards the bar.

I wondered whether he was a smoker too or rather hoped. But surely if he was he would have wanted one by now? Maybe he's worried that I'm not a smoker? When he turned back round to hand me my drink I just blurted it out.

"Do you smoke Jeff?" I asked. It felt like time stood still for eternity whilst I waited for his answer.

"No I don't, but feel free if you do." He answered.

I was gutted, but by now I was so desperate to light up I just had to do it. I took a cigarette from my pack and was about to light it when Jeff quickly grabbed the lighter from my hand.

"Please, allow me." He smiled, before flicking the flame to life. I wasn't quite sure what had just happened there, but the flickering flame had my attention as I moved the end of my cigarette into the orange light and sucked hard. Silently, we looked into each other's eyes as I exhaled a much needed plume of smoke from my mouth. I noticed a dangerous glow in his eyes, and it was starting to turn me on.

Once again I closed my cherry red lips around the filter and took another deep drag. As if gasping for oxygen I sucked the smoke into my lungs and watched as Jeff run his tongue across his lower lip. My nipples stiffened as nicotine flooded my blood stream. I was so desperate to see if he had a bulge between his legs, but I managed to fight off the urge as I quickly placed the cigarette back between my lips. His lust filled eyes were fixated on my mouth as I practically gave oral sex to my cigarette. His gaze stayed on my mouth as I removed the cigarette and inhaled the biggest ball of smoke I had ever created into my mouth.

"Are you ok?" I asked, exhaling towards the ceiling.

"I would be," he smiled, before smoothing his chin with his hand, "if my cock was that cigarette."

As we both laughed I had one of those "light bulbs in the head moments". I suddenly realised that Jeff was turned on by my smoking. Without a moment's hesitation I looked down between his legs and watched as he adjusted his groin.

"Would you like to feel it?" he asked, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Yeah," I replied, exhaling my last breath of smoke before crushing out my cigarette, "let's dance."

He smiled as I led him to the dance floor. Once we were on the dance floor he grabbed my hips and pulled me in tight against his body, forcing his bulge into my stomach.

"Down boy," I teased, "we have only just met."

"You're so fucking hot." He hissed into my ear, before kissing my neck.

His hands raised the back of my dress as he cupped and squeezed my bum cheeks. I was close to losing all control as his gentle neck kisses turned to hungry nibbles and bites. Not wanting to draw attention to myself I quickly stepped back and waved my finger at him.

"You're a fucking tease!" he growled, before dropping his gaze down to my cleavage. "First you tease me with your cigarette, and now with your dancing."

"I'm not teasing you," I shot back, "I'm so hot for you right now I just don't want everybody to notice."

He looked surprised and a little dumbfounded by my reaction, standing there wondering what to do next. Then, he grabbed my head and pulled me towards him, forcing his tongue into my mouth. We kissed passionately for a few moments before I broke away from the embrace and then quickly turned my back to him and pushed my arse into his groin.

As he ran his hands up the sides of my body I thrust my chest forwards, giving him a great view down my dress as he towered above me. My panties were soaking wet as he pushed and rubbed his bulge into my arse. His hands smoothed over the sides of my breasts through my dress as he nibbled my ear lobe.

"Smoke for me baby," he groaned, "smoke a cigarette as if it were my rock hard throbbing cock."

I suddenly realised that he had slowly moved us to a quieter part of the dance floor. My heart was beating faster than ever as I reached into my bag and pulled out a cigarette. I placed the cigarette between my lips and he cupped my breasts through the thin material of my dress.

Then, as I lit the cigarette and sucked wantonly on the filter he squeezed my bust hard, forcing me to gasp as I inhaled the thick smoke into my mouth.

"Don't you wish it was my cock in your mouth?" he groaned.

"Mmmmm!" was all I could mumble as I exhaled high into the air.

It felt as though all my fantasies were coming to life on this very dance floor. I had spent many hours in my bed caressing, rubbing, touching and mauling my body, imaging such moments as I smoked a cigarette.

By the time I had finished my cigarette, Jeff had pulled me into a dark corner of the club. He stood back rubbing his bulge as he looked me up and down, like a predator studying his prey. Without saying a single word I reached into my bag and pulled out my tube of lipstick. Slowly and deliberately I pushed the red tip up and out of its case as I ran my tongue full circle round my lips.

The predator was no longer studying his prey; he was waiting for the moment to strike.

As I applied a thick coat of red paint to my lips he stepped closer and offered his trouser covered bulge. I put the lipstick away and pulled out another cigarette. Just as he did at the bar, Jeff took the lighter from my hand and lit it for me. I could see the animal in his gaze as our eyes locked and my cheeks hollowed.

Jeff took the lighter away as I inhaled the smoke and held it in my lungs for a few seconds. I stepped in front of him as I exhaled high into the air and grabbed his cock through his pants. I couldn't hear over the loud music but his facial expression told me he was groaning with pleasure.

Placing the cigarette between my lips I unbuckled his pants with both hands and took out his impressive length. I kept hold of him with one hand as I sucked hard on my cigarette and inhaled the smoke. Looking down at his swollen head I smeared his pre cum with my thumb and exhaled, engulfing his cock with my cigarette smoke.

Jeff could clearly take no more as he pushed me into the corner and pressed down hard on my shoulders. Forced to my knees I came face to face with his throbbing cock. Taking in his musky male scent I took a drag from my cigarette while Jeff held my head still with one hand and used his other to rub droplets of pre cum all over my cheek with his cock.

Once Jeff was satisfied with his face painting I exhaled the smoke into his groin again before opening my mouth and taking his cock inside. I swallowed as much of him as I could whilst teasing the sensitive underside of his cock with my tongue.

I then raised my mouth up and off of him and took another drag from my cigarette. Still holding his cock tight I exhaled more smoke over his cock. He twitched violently in my tiny hand as I took a deeper drag, but this time I licked the underside of his engorged head as I exhaled.

"Fucking hell, I'm going to cum." I thought I heard him say.

As I took my last breath of smoke and dropped the cigarette onto the floor, Jeff grabbed my head and pushed his cock deep into my mouth. Without any choice, I exhaled through my nose for the first time as I looked up at Jeff. With pure lust on his face he smiled down at me, cigarette smoke billowing from my nostrils as he fired his hot cum into my mouth and down my throat.

"Take me home," I hissed, rising to my feet, "I need a good hammering."

"Well what are we waiting for?" Jeff smiled, rearranging his pants.

"Wait outside a few minutes; I have to find my mother." I said, suddenly realising who I had come with.

"Shit!" he gasped. "You came here with your mother." We both laughed as we briefly went our separate ways.

After saying my goodbyes to my mother and Kate I headed outside to meet Jeff. Approaching the exit I passed a cigarette vending machine with a large red Marlboro logo. Despite the extortionate price of the cigarettes I put my money in. Tonight I would need something stronger.

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