My name is Ali, and last Wednesday, I had my first experience being a smoking fetish model. It went far beyond what I had expected, or had been comfortable with. In fact, while smoking, I had posed naked and even masturbated on camera! I still couldn't believe I had acted so licentiously, but the modelling money had gotten me out of tight spot with my student loan debt.
Now, I was driving back to the studio. It was actually little more than a residential home, with a basement full of draped rooms for shooting scenes. I had signed a contract that stipulated I would have sex on camera, while smoking. What the fuck was I thinking? They had assured me that this type of video would be kept private, but who can make that guarantee about the web?
Ellen was the owner of the smoking fetish website. She was part Asian, full-figured, long black hair, with an imposing personality. She seemed sincere about protecting me, but I was still scared that my parents and friends would find out.
My face and shoulders turned bright red, as I blushed at the thought of doing porn. As a redhead, my skin was extremely pale, and covered with freckles, which really stood out when I flushed. I fumbled in my purse, trying to find a cigarette. I needed a smoke to calm me down.
However, before I could find one, I arrived at the studio. With purse in hand, I practically bolted from my car, running up the steps to the front door of the house. I didn't want to give myself a second to rethink my decision. I had to have that money, or likely drop out of university.
Ellen opened the door. She instantly recognized how flustered I was, and ushered my inside, sat me at the dining table, and gave me a cup of hot tea to steady my nerves. I sipped the tea, as she spoke in a soft and soothing voice, explaining all the ways they would ensure that my videos would never been seen by anyone but her exclusive clientele. I fought back tears, but eventually calmed down.
My videographer from the last shoot came in. Pete was extremely handsome, with black wavy hair, a muscular frame, and a disarming smile. He saw I was distraught, and sat next to me, putting his hand on back, gently rubbing it. He didn't say a word, but his presence made me feel a lot better.
It took over an hour for me to get up the nerve to go downstairs with him for the shoot. However, both Ellen and Pete were very patient and understanding the whole time. Finally, Pete slipped his hand in mine, and he led me down the stairs, into the basement, where the studio rooms where set up.
We walked all the way to the far corner, into a large room with a door, which shut firmly behind us. He had me sit in a chair, and knelt down next to me. While he ran his fingers through my long orange hair, he carefully explained what would happen in the shoot. At one point, when he began talking about having sex with me, I gripped his hand tightly. He smiled, and said that I could call a halt to the scene at any time, and he would stop immediately.
I relaxed, got out my mirror and makeup from my purse, so that I could clean up my face. He arranged two cameras, each focused on me. When the lighting came on, it startled me. He came over and helped me out of my clothes, telling me how good I looked. Then, he undressed himself. I couldn't take my eyes off his huge cock, which was already erect.
Completely naked, except for high heels, I began shivering. He wrapped his arm around me, pulled me close, and kissed me. The warmth of his body calmed me. I let his tongue slip between my lips, deep into my mouth. In just minutes, I felt a strong urge to have him inside me, and reached down to stroke his cock, which was pressing against my thigh.
He pulled back just bit, and said, "You must be smoking, remember?"
Reaching behind me, he retrieved a 120 and lighter, and gave them to me. I put the 120 between my lips, lit it, and inhaled deeply, letting a small puff of smoke escape through my nose, and then tossed the lighter on the carpet.
As I took another long drag and brought the cigarette away from my lips. Pete unexpectedly kissed me, entirely covering my mouth with his. I starred bewildered into his blue eyes, then I had no choice but to exhale into his mouth. He took all my smoke, and slowly blew it out his nostrils, as his tongue darted around my mouth. My tongue returned the favor, and where our tongues touched, it sent waves of pleasure through my breast all the way down to my pussy. I moaned with desire.
His lips came away from mine, despite my resistance. I looked at him like sad little girl. He glanced down at my cigarette. I got the message, and took another drag, pushed him to the floor, and climbed onto his waist, not quite getting his hard cock into my wet pussy. I leaned over, and blew a tight column of white smoking into his face. He smiled, as the smoke enveloped his head, then coughed. He obviously wasn't a smoker.
With my free hand, I slipped his cock inside of me. Until that moment, I had completely forgotten about the cameras. Although his cock felt absurdly good, I suddenly blushed all over, realizing that I was being filmed, while having sex. He pushed further into me, and I regained the sense to take another drag. With smoke filling my lungs, I bent over just inches from his face, and he began pumping me, slowly.
I had titled my head sideways, intending to exhale smoke rings, but my loud moans caused only small buffs of smoke to erupt from my mouth. This seemed to excite him, so he pumped me harder and faster. It required every bit of my concentration to take another drag from the cigarette, as he kept pounding me.
As I removed the cigarette from my lips, I had to steady myself on the floor with my hands. His rapid thrusts where tipping me back and forth, causing me to rock so violently that I couldn't maintain my balance. I forced myself to exhale a constant stream through my nose.
