Emma was a bad girl and proud of it! Young and pretty, with long, luscious brown hair, she was the envy of many, endless boys gazing longingly at her whilst jealous girls gossiped, unsheathing their claws behind her back. Much to her conservative, boringly moral parents consternation, she had become an impressively heavily, sexy teenage smoker too, revelling in how good it made her feel, how it drove all the boys wild!
Secretly however, there was only one boy for her, her brother’s best friend. She had had the hots for him for years, he was funny, cute, and oh so smart, a great catch for any dreamily plotting bad girl like herself. She was sure that secretly, her brother oblivious, Terry liked her too, but was much too shy and nice to make a move on his friend’s little sister. That just had to change!
Every time he came to visit, she stalked her prey, popping up at unexpected moments to show off for him, changing into her skimpiest outfits, smoking as sexily as she could when she was sure he was watching, squirming, trying to hide his obvious delight. Every time she got close enough to make her move, ready to blow hot, creamy smoke excitefully in his face, and grab him hard before he could escape, her annoying brother would show up and spoil her fun. Scheming in her lair late one night, she realised there had to be another way.
She knew he liked to go for a swim, the local pool was renowned for being both very clean and hygienic, and having a total lack of privacy, with open changing rooms and communal showers. There, late in the evening, he would be naked, vulnerable and alone, with no one around to spoil her fun, the perfect place to strike!
She knew what she wanted, to be his naughty, filthy, sexy smokin’ dreamgirl, and she knew how to make it happen. Revelling in her burgeoning bad girl persona,
she already sported several piercings, tiny glittering silver rings through her nipples, ears and navel, much to her parents disgust, now was the time for the next level.
She escaped boring french class one day to sneak off to her favourite tattoo parlour. The girls there were all scheming minxes just like her, only pierced and tattooed up to an astonishing degree, she was sure they would know what to do. She sneaked out of college, trying to look inconspicuous as she travelled across town.
Reaching the place, classy and well lit despite the raging hormones inside, she explained what she wanted to the giggling girls around her. They huddled together, muttering in hushed tones as they discussed how they were going to vamp up their vanilla customer into the filthy sex goddess she truly wanted to be. Giggling with anticipation, they set to work.
Firstly, they got her to strip, admiring her curvy body, pert boobs, and their previous, glittering craftsmanship. As she relaxed into the leather chair they set to work, shampooing her luscious, smoky locks, adding highlights to her beautiful, shoulder length brunette mane. At the same time, they worked on her nails, adding long, acrylic implants, painted glossy, blood red, so feminine and beautiful, perfect for ensnaring her willing prey.
As her hair and nails started to dry, she lit up, enjoying the satisfying feel of thick, creamy smoke filling her burning lungs as they started on her body. Several luscious silver hoops were added to her earlobes, accentuating her gorgeous, feminine locks, followed by piercings in more intimate places, eliciting gasps of painful, bloodily dripping delight as needles pierced her flesh. Much thicker, nastier rings were riven through her hot nipples and navel, a delightful silver whore chain threaded through, invitingly looped and cinched tight around her slinky, kinky waist. Her nasty, hungry holes demanded their own beautifully kinky adornment soon after, pierced, dripping with multiple glittering rings. Mmmm, delicious!
Lastly came her new tattoos, beautiful, sinuous snakes were inked into her skin, myriad brilliant shades of green, wrapping around her arms, pert, fulsome breasts and shoulders, and slithering down her curvy, slinky back, proclaiming her sinful passion for all to see. More intertwined her slender thighs, their forked tongues invitingly caressing her new piercings, surmounted by a dark loveheart, so provocative in it’s loving, nasty intensity.
Her tramp stamp was beautiful to behold, so perfect for a nasty, fallen angel, a filthy heart shaped ashtray, ashen coals burning sublimely within, huge plumes of smoke billowing, caressing up her smooth, slinky back. As a final touch, more kinky lovehearts, blood dripping from their surrounding barbs, were added to her cute, juicy bum and upper arms, perfect to wiggle, tempt, and entice her horny prey.
Their dirty work complete, they led her, still naked, to a full length mirror to admire their handiwork. Shocked at her new gorgeous self, she turned, twirling in the mirror, admiring her beatific, wonderful reflection as she inhaled deeply from her beautifully burning, brandished cigarettes, looking so good, so bad, so fuckin’ awesome clutched between her new long crimson talons as she blew hot, smoky kisses joyously sexy into the mirror. He wouldn’t know what hit him!
As she left the building, her confidence grew with every strutting step, she felt so good, so bad, so nasty, filthy, sexy and outrageous. Her whole body now reflected how naughty and dirty she felt inside, smiling lavisciously, lewdly even, as she stalked the streets like a maneating force of nature, a thick, toxic haze billowing provocatively sensuous in her scandalous wake.
She was an irresistibly gorgeous sight, thick plumes of smoke spilling from her lush lips as she strutted and sashayed down the street, pausing to swish and flick her long, brunette mane at passers by. Soon she received all the lustful, voyeuristic attention she longed for, revelling joyously in the appreciative gazes of a gaggle of horny boys following drooling in her awe inspiringly sexy wake, almost mesmerised as they watched her pert, tattooed ass strut and wiggle back and forth.
Returning home, she rushed breathlessly inside, filled with elated excitement at her own lewd behaviour, rushing up the stairs to her lair before anyone could see, sliding her hands hungrily into her sodden panties, her need for pleasure overwhelming, quenching the fires of irresistibly, burning lust with her dancing fingers.
She lurked for days in her room, awaiting the perfect opportunity, brushing off pointed questions regarding glimpsed changes in her appearance. All the while she smoked ever more heavily, yearning, embracing her love to smoke as heavily as a proper bad girl should, revelling in her own deliciously poisonous, pubescent sexuality, endless, thick burning plumes billowing into her awesomely sexy reflection, a permanent haze filling her lair as she imagined all the naughty, kinky, filthy things she longed to do to him.
Finally, her moment had come, as she listened intently from the stairs, hearing him mention a planned trip to the pool. It certainly would be a trip to remember.
She climbed into the shower, planning to get nice and clean, ready, hoping to get all dirtied up again. She turned on the shower head, enjoying the feel of the warm spray on her soft, smooth, heavily tattooed flesh. Enjoying herself, she reached outside for her cigarettes, sliding two between her lush lips before igniting the flame. Hungrily, she inhaled deeply, twinned coals glowing bright, as a thick, poisonous jet escaped her abused nostrils, pumping her self with dark, satisfying pleasure. Still clamped between her hot, luscious lips, she inhaled again and again, filling herself up with thick, creamy smoke as she squeezed big, satisfying dollops of shower gel over her tingling flesh.
Moaning delightfully, she soaped herself up, running her crimson claws all over her sexy body, savouring the cleansing, yet dirty sensation, admiring her new, sublimely gorgeous self as white lather dripped over her beautiful tattoos and between her dripping legs. She inhaled harder and harder, deeper and deeper, feeding her obsessive, oppressive, delicious craving, breathless with pleasure, holding it in, letting it burn. Squeezing and groping her pert, juicy tits, they heaved invitingly with the awesome ferocity of her consumption, filled with revellant darkness and pubescent teenage lust, rendered obscured almost invisible behind the frosted glass, lost in a thick, steamy, smoke filled haze forcefully exhaled from her own tainted, pleasure hungry flesh.
Unable to resist the building sexual heat, she gave in to the pleasure, truly ecstatic, hungrily pinching her pierced, abused nipples, joyously touching and defiling herself, screams echoing, writhing, gyrating and grinding with reckless, smoke filled orgasmic abandon against the cold stone tiles, imagining he was watching…
Returning to her lair, she giggled, imagining her parents choking on the thick, toxic haze now permeating their beloved bathroom, what would her brother think? She stood in the mirror, admiring her glistening, tattooed curves as she towelled herself dry, revelling in her awesomely gorgeous reflection. She chose her warpaint carefully, thick, purple eyeshadow, glamorous and sultry around her deep brown eyes, and blood red lip gloss, fulsome, wet and inviting to match her crimson lacquered, filthy smoke filled talons.
She had planned her outfit for days, hoping to tease and excite him, as well as anyone else she came across. True, she planned to change once she arrived, but
she anticipated many more opportunities to show off for him and excite him into submission. She had chosen a lacy push up bra, bright red to match her passion, along with matching platform pumps, a beautiful, glossily salubrious prison in which to pour her smooth, slender legs. As a finishing touch she had found an old faux fur coat, fully undone to show off her tantalising cleavage and creamy white skin, combined with a shiny, slinky pvc miniskirt, sans knickers of course, far too short, several sizes too small, and oh so provocative.
She put on all her sexiest jewellery, glittery gold rings slid over her slender fingers, a pretty, heart shaped pendant, dangling from a gold chain, bought specially for the occasion. Brushing her silky hair, she swished it back and forth, letting it spill delightfully down onto her shoulders, so feminine and deliciously smoky, filled with the exotic perfume, the provocatively teasing stench of her fetishistic passion… Perfect! She gazed at her reflection, so happy, joyous at what she had become, so gorgeous, so nasty, so filthy, sinful and bad, so fuckin’ awesomely sexy all for him. She smiled mischievously to herself, imagining what her poor, disapproving parents would think, never mind her brother…
She snuck out of the house, hoping to avoid scrutiny until it was too late to stop her impending erotic assault. She strode down the street, heels clicking, drawing admiring, lustful glances from those she passed, turning their heads to watch her strut like a truly nasty, badass slut she wanted to be. Pleasure at her own outrageous behaviour growing, she lit up yet more delicious, beautiful cigarettes, hoping to sate her rising, now almost relentless smoky hunger, a thick, billowing, toxic haze spilling from her luscious lips, trailing provocatively, seductively in her wake.
Reaching the leisure complex she tried to look nonchalant, as the nonplussed attendant’s lustful gaze took in her hot outfit and beautiful tattoos, handing over her money and collecting a numbered box for her belongings, not that she had any intention of using it…
She entered the women’s changing rooms, quickly slipping off her outfit, minus her heels, wrapping it into a tight ball, replacing it with a bathing costume to deflect suspicion. She waited by the sliding door, peeking out towards the pool, the smell of chlorine pervading her senses as she spied on her unwary prey. Licking her lips with pervy, amorous anticipation, she watched him swim lengths of the pool, admiring his taut, young body, she couldn’t wait to get her hands on him…
Finally, her patience was rewarded, he climbed out of the pool and slid open the adjoining door, entering the mirroring, male changing rooms. Tottering in her pretty heels, she rushed out, clutching her bundle, disappearing into the nearby door before anyone could see, sliding it shut with a click of finality, he was all hers now!
She peeked around the corner, watching him enter the tiled shower corridor, making sure he was alone. She skittered up to his box, heels clicking on the cream coloured tiles, dumping her outfit inside, quickly followed by her unused swimming costume. Totally naked, she grinned lavisciously as she sneaked towards the showers, cigarettes and lighter clutched between her crimson claws, giggling with anticipation as she heard him under the shower head, humming a ditty as he cleaned himself.
Knowing her moment of triumph had arrived, she slid out two long, white cigarettes from the dark, silky box, sliding them between her lush, wet lips, inhaling deeply as she ignited the glowing tips. Box and lighter in one hand, twinned cigarettes in the other, she braced herself, turning the corner to confront her unwary prey.
She strode confidently into the corridor, every inch the sexed up teenage temptress, inhaling deeply on her twinned cigarettes as he turned around, startled by the provocative sound of her clicking heels on the tiles. She placed her hands against the walls, box in one hand, yummy cigarettes clutched in the other, blocking his escape, displaying her nasty nails. Smiling at his shocked expression, she blew a thick, luxuriant stream seductively, deeply into his face. “Hi,” she giggled, smiling brightly, “gotcha!”
A look of confusion crossed his face, as feelings of vulnerability, of privacy invaded, mixed with lustful excitement, of all his pervy dreams come true. Here was the girl of his lovelorn, laviscious dreams, his friend’s little sister no less, totally naked and dolled up to the nines, with clearly only one thing on her pervy mind.
She had teased him before, knowing he secretly enjoyed watching her smoke, but her prowess had reached a whole new level, as she inhaled deeply, filling her corrupted, slutty body with endless creamy filth, just for him, spilling from her hot, wet lips as she gazed intently, longingly into his eyes. He had heard she had piercings, but nothing like this, grinning mischievously as she watched his eyes hungrily take in her nasty piercings and beautiful tattoos, myriad snakes defining her sinful corruption, lovehearts proclaiming her passion for him to see, all the naughty, filthy, lust crazed things she had done to herself, showing exactly what she wanted.
Bathing in his dreamily lovestruck, lustful gaze, she squeezed her heaving breasts, kneading her hot titflesh, playing with her pierced nipples, pinching them moaning between her crimson claws, gorgeous, slinky curves all glistening with sweat. She turned on the spot, showing off her hot, yummy heels and wiggling her cute bum, squeezing her juicy buttcheeks between her smoky talons. “Like what you see,” she giggled lustfully, bending over to give him a better look.
Rising to face him, she leaned closer, inhaling deeply, coals glowing bright scant inches from his face, placing her glossy talons provocatively sexy against the enclosing walls. Smouldering with seductive passion, she breathed sexily into his face, her smoky breath like an ashtray, lovingly teasing his senses. “I know you want me, cum and get me,” she purred, giggling, placing the box on an exposed pipe, wiggling her hips, moaning suggestively with pure, lust filled delight.
Helpless against her erotically smoke filled, sublimely feminine assault, all restraint and embarrassment forgotten, he rushed towards her, embracing her luscious, heavily tattooed curves tenderly passionately in his arms, squishing her pert, pierced boobs into his chest, wanting to take everything she wanted to give. They gazed longingly into each others eyes, before kissing each other hard for all they were worth, smouldering with passions long denied. Breathless, she pulled away, taking the deepest, nastiest drag she could, filling her ravaged, burning lungs with his smoky treat, before crushing her hot, wet, poisonously crimson lips into his, feeding and breathing into him her passionately feminine filth.
She slid her hands all over him, caressing his handsome face with one hand, ensnaring him tenderly with her deadly crimson claws, beautiful, burning cigarettes held provocatively in his eyes, whilst the other snaked lovingly downwards to soothe his aching, throbbing groin. Melting into her warm embrace, he groped, fondled, and squeezed her back, hard, feeling her warm, yielding flesh beneath his questing hands as they roamed lovingly all over her soft, creamy skin, admiring her perversely perfect, deliciously tattooed up body.
Knowing exactly what he wanted, she placed a curved, crimson nail on his lips, “soap me up first,” she whispered teasingly. Knowing this would have the desired effect, she stood still, her juicy boobs heaving delightfully as she continued to chainsmoke, more heavily than ever, both revelling lustfully in her outrageously erotic smoky display. She leaned against the wall, slender legs shaking with excitement, trapped in their beautiful, glossy prison, slutty silver rings glittering, glistening and dripping hungrily between her creamy thighs. Her multiple coals
glowing bright, she fed on them frenziedly, sucking hard and deep, her smoke filled, guttural moans filling the air as he squeezed cold gel all over her hot flesh.
Enjoying himself immensely, he soaped her up, drizzling warm water all over her steaming curves, warm and yielding under his hungry hands as he massaged the soapy lather into her soft, creamy skin, feeling her pierced, toxic tits heave with every poisonous breath. Unable to contain her excitement, her passionately perverted, pubescent dreams fulfilled at last, she started to touch herself, writhing and defiling, moaning with lust at the pleasurable sensations, pumping her deliciously slutty young body with all the hot smoke it could take. Writhing against the tiles, she reached behind her, guiding him towards herself, smoky clouds enveloping, her moans of ecstasy reverberating off the walls, as her orgasmic screams pierced the night…