It wasn't until my sophomore year at university that I began enjoying smoking while having sex. I was dating a basketball player. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the box, but he went down on me every time, and not just for the few mandatory minutes. The boy really loved pussy, and I loved having mine licked, sucked, and fingered.
I had never considered myself pretty. My height came early on, and I had always felt awkward. As a redhead, my skin was pale and covered in freckles, so I kept my orange hair long to help cover my freckles. I often referred to myself as a plucked chicken. However, I was tall, thin, and had large breasts, which the boys certainly found interesting.
By twenty-one, I was a heavy smoker. A pack day, or more on bad days. It relaxed me, and I loved the smoke filling my lungs. Smoking made me feel sexy, and it turns out that I wasn't alone in those feelings.
Although the basketball player had never smoked, it was what had first attracted him to me. Of course, being just over six foot tall myself didn't hurt either. We had met at frat party. He saw me smoking on the back porch, and struck up conversation with me. A few drinks and cigarettes later, and we were in his room, with the old sock hanging from the outside the door knob.
We were back in his room again this night, and I was half naked, laying on his bed. He spent over 40-minutes licking my pussy. It felt fantastic, but after a while my mind wandered. So without thinking, I reached into my purse, took out a cigarette, and lit it. Suddenly, I felt his tongue go crazy inside my pussy.
I looked down in the dimly lit room, and saw him staring at me smoking. I blushed, but could tell it was turning him on. So I took a deep drag, held the smoke for as long as I could, and then exhaled in a narrow column that blew over his head.
In response, he plunged two fingers into my pussy, rapidly pumping me, while still licking my clit. I pretended that this wasn't intensely arousing, which seemed to inspire him to work all the harder. I took another long drag, letting just a wisp of smoke escape my mouth, and inhaled it through my nose, and then blew a set of tiny smoke rings, which lingered in the air.
I thought the poor boy was going to lose his mind, as he redoubled his efforts on my pussy. It took all my self-control not to moan or show any sign of how much pleasure he was giving me. I inhaled deeply, and then exhaled smoke through my nose. He slipped his thumb into my rectum. Shit that felt good.
Although I had kept my composure, I couldn't refrain from coming. I had never squirted before and, frankly, was amazed at the volume of cum. It looked like I was peeing after drinking all night, but it was cum. I reached down, grabbed his head with my free hand, and forced his mouth over my cunt, so that he had no choice but to swallow my juices.
He gulped like mad, but couldn't keep up, so he began coughing between swallows. However, I wouldn't release him, and told him not to waste a drop. He compiled, managing to gulp the rest down between coughs. I relaxed back on the bed, took another drag, and blew a tight column of white smoke that reached the ceiling before slowly dissipating.
He continued to suck up my juices, as I laid there and finished my cigarette. I finally dropped the butt into his beer bottle next to the bed. He was still on the floor, kneeling between my legs.
"Hey, that was my beer," he said.
I'm normally not an overly dominant person, but this situation just brought it out in me.
"Shut the fuck," I commanded.
He looked like a hurt puppy, but didn't say a word.
"Your roommate is a climber, right?" I said.
"Yes ma'am," he said.
I didn't like being called "ma'am," and I had watched my share of BDSM porn, so I knew to tell him to call me "mistress."
"Get some of his rope. I'm going to tie you up," I said.
"Can't we just fuck?" he said, meekly.
"You mean, 'Mistress, can we just fuck?'" I corrected him.
"Yes...sorry...mistress," he said.
"If you want me, then you'll let me tie you up, otherwise, we are done for the night," I said.
Without further objection, he got up, went to the closest, and pulled out a bundle of rope. I don't what came over me, but I grabbed my beer bottle, and began peeing in it. When he turned around and saw what I was doing, he almost tripped over the rope. I smiled at him, as my urine ran into the bottle.
"Mistress, what are doing?" he said.