A white Audi, A white Cigarette, and A whole lot of fantasy
It was a beautiful, sunny, early spring day. Every day after his workout Matt would walk by her car. Not on purpose all the time because most of the time they just wound up parking near each other. From what Matt could piece together, she was a ballet instructor at the kids dance school which was right across the courtyard from the gym he worked out at.
Christ was she cute.
Her white Audi held a particular fascination for Matt. He liked the car, a brand new A6. Pretty nice car to be driven by such a young woman for sure but what Matt liked most was what was inside.
Most guys like pretty, young women. For Matt though being pretty just wasn’t enough. He was secure and knowledgeable enough in his sexuality to know that if the beautiful face didn’t do the things that pushed his buttons, she might as well look like Rosie O’Donnell.
There were a lot of things that pushed Matt’s buttons. High heels, tight spandex and leather pants, and hoop earrings. And of course, last but not least, there was the smoking. The smoking was something that stirred his loins from a very young age, as early as six which is when he could first remember. There was never an explanation as to why this “habit” had such a hold on him and he never bothered to ask because his love of it always made him feel weird inside, it always made him feel different and strange.
Eventually though in his secrecy he learned a certain sense to embrace who he was and stop fighting it. A big part of that break though came from spending time with his friends on the smoking fetish kingdom forum. It was there that for the first time in his life he finally realized that he was not alone. And for that gift from a couple hundred guys and gals whose real names and faces he would never know, words could never communicate how grateful he was for they had given him.
But now back to the spanking material….
What was inside that car, which held so much of Matt’s fascination were the two pristine packs of Marlboro Lights that always straddled the center console. Somewhat embarrassingly he would admit to himself that he would walk by her car, sometimes out of his way, to see those packs sitting there, knowing all too well that eventually her pretty little face would be sucking back on a cigarette from one of them.
Sometimes he would be lucky enough to see her on her break, car door open with her long, silky, freshly shaven thighs sitting outside the door well, hiding from the kids, parents and other instructors, so she could sneak a smoke during her break.
This really made him hard. And I mean really hard, so much so that his erect penis would painfully try to push itself right though the elastic band on his gym shorts.
What made this the perfect erectile storm was that it wasn’t necessarily the smoking that turned him on. He would see women he found unsexy and unattractive smoke and all he could smell was the acrid air and the bad breath, see the yellow teeth and hear the sickening deep lunged cough. He thought these women looked trashy and clumsy with their smoking.
Matt never stroked his c**k to one of these women nor did he ever stroke his c**k to just a lighter and a pack of smokes. He had to find the woman attractive first and then if he knew she smoked it was like someone hooked a pair of jumper cables to his balls and turned the switch.
And then it happened. He didn’t even notice it. As he had just finished his workout and was putting his bag in the back of his truck he looked up and saw her, no more than five feet in front of him.
“Am I going to be in your way” she asked.
The best Matt could do was just go Nancy Regan style and say “No”.
She sat down in the driver’s seat and god damn she lit up right in front of him.
Matt was ready to screw. Right there, right now. Right in the freaking parking lot.
“You work out at that gym” she asked, blowing smoke out her nose and mouth as the words left her next breath.
“Yes” said Matt, realizing all the more how much he was screwing this one up.
“Hi, my name is Matt” was the best he could come up with.
“Hi, my name is Melanie” was her response, flicking the ashes from her smoke very chique like to the ground.
Matt thought to himself “Make a move, say something, say anything, and don’t screw this up. There are hundreds pretty girls out there but right here in front of you is a smoker. A sexy young smoker and for you it doesn’t get any better than this”.
“Pretty nails” was the best he could come up with, noting her freshly manicured hands.
She laughed but on the inside he was crying.
“Don’t screw this up” he said to himself. But then out of the blue she gave him an opening.
“You get a French manicure often” she said, teasing and taking a jab as his somewhat odd observation of her personal grooming all the while sucking more and more smoke out of that little white pleasure stick in her mouth.
But now it was Matt’s turn to shine. “Nope. No manicures for me. I have walked by that salon in the shopping center a hundred times and never once thought about getting my nails, eyebrows, or a bikini wax done”.
The quick, funny, cocky and confident retort of his made her laugh but in a different way. A way that expressed interest this time versus judgment and dismissal.
So Matt kept the heat up. “It’s more of what the manicure accentuates in the woman versus the manicure itself”.
“That’s interesting…So what else turns you on” she said.
“Here we go” is what Matt Thought in his head.
“What turns me on” said Matt. “What turns me on is something you are going to have to take a little more time to figure out”.
What Matt didn’t realize is this was not a woman who was used to being told to wait for something she wanted. And whether that was a fresh smoke, a nice car or a hard d**k, it really didn’t matter. Girls as pretty as her just didn’t accept having to wait.
“Oh come on, you can tell me. I really want to know” she said, taking yet another drag and making Matt’s heartbeat raise another few notches.
“You, you turn me on. Hope that isn’t too forward” he said in a confident tone.
“Really” she said. “Little old me, sitting here with my sandals, my spandex tights, sports bra and my cigarette. I don’t believe you. You’re going to have to prove it to me. I want you to show me Mr. Matt” she said as she brushed her hair back which was held in place the white satin hair band on her head, holding her cigarette elegantly across her tummy.
All Matt could think to do was to look down at the bulge that had formed in his pants. Lucky for him, so did she because the next thing he knew her one hand was on his c**k, the other holding a cigarette and Matt was turning his head furiously to see if anybody was around.
“You have a very nice body and a very pretty c**k. Do mind if I give it a little kiss?” she asked.
“I wouldn’t mind if you gave it a little suck” he responded.
Before she even finished the evil little laugh that next came out of her mouth she pulled and pushed Matt by his man parts into the back seat of the car. She reached across, took one last drag of her cigarette, and then closed the door. She straddled his thighs, sitting on top of him.
She released him from his shorts and began to stroke him furiously. All Matt could see from his view was her pretty blue eyes, her blonde hair and the two packs of Marlboros still residing in the console.
Like a cat she leapt off of him and took him in her mouth. Matt’s response was to grab her by her hair on the side of her head and thrust and pump rhythmically into her dirty little smoker’s mouth.
Some girls fought this action, but not Melanie. She only seemed to groan and moan more heavily.
So Matt began to pump and pump and uttered the words “You know what really turns me on about you Melanie. What really turns me on about you is you are a pretty little smoker and there is nothing more that I like to do than f**k the face of a pretty little smoker girl like you. I like to grab you by the side of your pretty little head and thrust my c**k in and out of your hot little mouth. You smokers make such good little c**k suckers. You really know how to suck with those lips and you really don’t seem to care that a man has a giant d**k thrusted down your throat”.
Ten years of therapy wouldn’t have provided him the same release that the above statement gave him. For his entire life he had held that in, having one unsatisfying sexual encounter after the other because of the repression that boiled inside of him.
She then lifted her head off his meat and said “If you like pretty little smokers so much then you need to show me a little appreciation too. Take off your shorts” she retorted.
Matt pulled down his shorts as his junk held itself at full attention, still glistening from her spittle and saliva.
She lay back in the seat. Pulled off her tights and said “its lunchtime right now and I want you to have me. There is nobody around here right now. I want you to shove yourself inside me and don’t stop until you fill me up with everything that is inside of you. I want you to drain your b****s inside of me and I want you to do it now because I want to light up again and I want you to give me a good reason to do it”.
Faster than s**t through a goose Matt was inside her oblivious to the fact that he was in the back of a parked car in an albeit almost empty parking lot in the middle of the day.
Matt laid down on top of her, thrusting in and out, his balls slapping against her smooth skin. He could smell the sweet smoke and her perfume and was close enough to feel her hot breath on his chest. So as not to bring too much attention to their tryst he chose to give it to her in a special way.
“I am going to f**k you, but I am going to go slow and deep, I don’t want to rock this car too much and draw attention to us”.
“I don’t care, just give it to me. Fuck me”. She retorted.
So he did. Thrusting deeply inside and out of her, their legs slamming into each other and the leather on the seats. She moaned, he thrusted deeper and slower, deeper and slower. Matt grabbed her by her shoulders for more leverage, his chest pressed up and bearing down on her tight little body. He could feel the underside of his shaft moving in and out, sliding down her tunnel lubricated by the juices on her insides. She moaned some more but this time even louder.
“Melanie”, Matt Said, “Someone is going to hear you if you keep moaning that loud. “If someone hears us we are going to have to stop”.
“I don’t care” she said. Wrapping her toned legs even harder against his ribs, locking her ankles one over the other. “If you don’t keep going I am going to grab my pink little lighter and burn your ass. Now get back to work”.
This only served to get Matt harder and even more fired up. So he took his one hand and put it over her pretty little mouth and took the other hand and sandwiched it on top of her head and began to thrust furiously. So much so that he no longer cared that the luxury automobile was now bucking up and down like a mechanical bull at a country and western bar.
“You want to f**k you little slut. You want to moan. You want to burn me with your pretty little pink lighter” Matt whispered in her ear all the while thrusting deeper and harder, deeper and harder, faster and faster. Her juices were down spraying out from inside her, down his legs and pooling on the seats and carpet below. Thrusting deeper and harder, his balls slapping furiously against her incredibly round ass, his grip tightening on her head and mouth. His chest and biceps tightening almost to the point of cramping. His ass getting higher and higher, seeking more leverage against her wet hole. Their bodies were so hot and sweaty right now, so close to one another he could smell the nicotine that was leaching out of her sweat
“I am going to make you cum you sexy little b***h. I am going to make you cum, I am going to give it to you hard and deep and then I am going to finish what I started.
Not knowing exactly what he meant had little meaning to Melanie at this point. She loved to smoke and she loved to f**k. She somehow found a guy who liked her to do both too and didn’t talk about having kids and lecture about the health risks of her habit.
“Make me cum, make me cum, f**k me” she tried to scream with Matt’s hand firmly pressed over her mouth, the spit from her words leaking through the cracks of his fingers.
“Uh, Uh, Uh”. Her legs started to convulse, her thighs started to tighten. Her eyes started to dilate and the moaning just got louder and louder. “I am going to cum” she said.
Matt only knew this because he had pulled his hand off her mouth to ready one side to grab the back of her head and the other side to quickly grab her cigarettes and lighter the second she was done doing her business down there.
“Oh yeah, Oh yeah, oh my god, I am Cumming, I am Cumming. You are making me cum you motherf****r”.
With that Melanie basically pissed her juices all over the back seat and all over Matt. She gasped for air, she gasped for a sense of where she was.
But there was no need because before she could catch her breath Matt leapt off of her grabbed her by her pretty little blonde head and began to give her the hardest face f**k in the history of mankind.
“Yeah you naughty little thing, take every inch of that down your throat. I have wanted to give this to you for a long time. Now take it and I take it all deep. I want to hear you moan. I want you to moan, I want to hear you enjoy my d**k like you enjoy those cigarettes you smoke. I want you to smoke every inch of me you bad little girl and I want to pump every ounce of cum out of my balls with that mouth of yours. I have had to watch you every day in this parking lot looking so hot. Watching you sit here, smoking, looking like my fantasy come to life. God I have wanted to f**k you for so long”.
With that Matt kept pumping and she kept eagerly sucking, only more and more turned on by what darkness came out from the shadows of who he was. She kept sucking till the cum pumped so hard out him he began to convulse and almost lose consciousness.
As the last globs of his man load pumped out of him into her throat he looked to see those packs of pretty little feminine Marlboro lights still sitting there. All he could think of was two things.
One was how hot she was going to look as she smoked for him in the back seat of that car once they were done.
The other was “I have got to get this girls number”.
The end.