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Archive name: smoke1.txt (MF, smoking fetish, tease)
Authors name: Mick Carlo (Address Defunct)
Story title : Dinner and a Movie
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Dinner and a Movie (MF, smoking fetish, tease)
by Mick Carlo
***
Okay... It all starts innocently enough as a date for
dinner and a movie. But given our inclination toward
incessant mutual teasing in public places (especially
restaurants), I know it will be anything BUT innocent.
Of course, you always gain the upper hand in these tests
of endurance. You are well aware of the power you hold
over me, and you use it expertly. So winning at these
little sexual pranks we play on each other is mere
child's play for you. You possess strategic knowledge
over your opponent, and it gives you the advantage every
time. Knowing I melt at the very sight of you smoking,
especially in public where I can do very little about
it, always puts the proverbial 'ball (or in this case;
BALLS) in your court.' But I don't mind. I'm a good
loser. I look forward to jumping over the net to
congratulate the victor by... FUCKING THE LIVING HELL
OUT OF HER PUSSY when we're finally alone!
Anyway, here's the fantasy;
We're sitting at our table in the restaurant. We've just
ordered our meal. There are a few moments of silence
during which we look deeply into each other s eyes. I
can only gaze upon your exquisite facial features with a
kind of awe and dumbstruck reverence. I'm captivated
completely by the sexual beauty it projects. I'm already
losing this "match." My cock instantly stiffens under
the fabric of my slacks, as I watch you pluck a
cigarette from your pack. Even the graceful way you hold
the cigarette between your fingers brings a throb to my
dick, and pre-cum starts to coat the inside of my pants.
In a sexy whisper, you ask me for a light before placing
the filter between perfectly painted lips. People are
milling about. Waiters are dropping trays. Silverware
clanks against flatware during the dinner rush. The
world continues on around us with its unpredictable
regularity. But my attention is riveted to those full
lush lips making contact with that lucky filter (Huh...
Lucky Filter. Unintentional humor there. Sorry.)
My hands are noticeably trembling as I clumsily strike
the flint of my lighter and bring the flame to touch the
tip of your cigarette. You steady my hand with your own,
knowing full well what is happening to my composure, and
draw in the first drag. You know you've won. Even before
you exhale the heady cloud into my face, you are aware
that the game is in your favor. Then the naughty and
torturous side of your personality begins to emerge. You
decide at that point to tease me almost to the moment of
climax, but never intending to bring me off...never
intending to put me out of my misery.
You drop the hand holding the lipstick-stained cigarette
into my lap, and grasp the aching head of my boner
through the soaked fabric.
"This is too easy." You mutter under your breath, as
your tight squeezing grip brings a stifled groan from my
dry lips.
My dick is standing straight up by then. I let out a
moan as you begin squeezing and fucking just the bloated
head with your hand. Smoke from your cigarette rises up
to my face. And I start to feel the explosion fast
approaching. At this point, I'm bucking my hips, trying
to fuck the cloth-covered head of my throbbing boner
into your squeezing fist. I'm just about to erupt a huge
load of cum through my pants and all over your hand,
when you suddenly and purposefully pull your hand away,
leaving me to shake and shutter at the very edge of
blissful relief!
"Later my darling," you say with a wry smile playing
upon your lips. "There will be plenty of time for this
later, back at our room." I almost feel as though I'm
playing the part of "Gomez" to your "Morticia" in a
twisted scene from an episode of "The Addams Family." I
think Charles Addams would not have published this in
his comic strip, though!
I sit there in disbelief, looking into your eyes. My
mind is trying to justify how you can be so
intentionally cruel. Both frustration and anger replace
the feeling of complete ecstasy I was experiencing only
moments before. And I find myself caught between wanting
to grab your hand and place it around my jerking prick
once again forcing you to jack my stiff cock, or
finishing the job myself! Instead, I muster what is left
of my dignity and self-control. I calm myself down and
begin to concoct a plan to rectify this injustice.
Then it all crystallizes in my brain! Just like a
fortuneteller gazing into a crystal ball, the future
presents itself to me in unquestionable clarity! The
exact same load of hot cum you are denying me from
blowing off into my pants...That same sticky jism, will
end up exploding in fat lines across your sexy face....
In the theater...Yes! The dark movie theater! THERE is
where revenge will become mine!
The theater is crowded as expected. I can hardly contain
myself as we make our way into the lobby. The ticket
taker rips both tickets in half and hands our halves
back to us. I suggest getting popcorn before finding our
seats. You think that this is a good idea. So we walk up
to the candy concession and I order the largest tub
available. With tub in hand, I lead the way into the
darkened theater. We immediately find secluded seats in
the middle of a back row in the smoking section of an
upper balcony. (Hey, this is my fantasy. This theater
allows smoking, okay?)
After sidestepping our way into the row, we sit in our
seats and begin to get settled in. Just before you can
light your first cigarette, I stop you.
"Ah honey! I forgot." I say in a whining tone.
"Soda! I forgot to get us something to drink. Could you
be a sweetheart and go get us a large soft drink?"
"Sure, I'll be right back. Keep my seat warm. And DON'T
eat all the popcorn." You say in a motherly scold, as
you rise from the seat, lean down and give me a sexy
peck on the lips.
"Hmm. Don't worry," I say with a distant sly grin.
"I won t start without you."
Somehow lightly in the back of your mind, a tiny warning
bell peals. For a split instant that statement strikes
you as being a bit odd, and a little out-of-place. You
can't quite put your finger on it, but something doesn't
feel right. You smile back at me, while standing there
looking down at me for a moment. But as you turn to
leave you mentally shrug off the feeling, and off you go
on your errand.
I crane my neck, watching you waddle down the row and
into the isle. As soon as you are safely out of sight, I
put my vengeful plan into action. I remove a small
pocketknife from my pants. My cock begins to stiffen
again as I cut an almost perfect circle in the bottom of
the popcorn bucket. Making certain that no one is taking
notice to my movements; I quickly unzip my trousers and
extract my already hardened prick out into the dim light
of the theater. I slowly impale the bucket over my
protruding member and into the environment of the warm,
buttery popcorn.
My cock becomes completely coated during the decent. It
actually feels rather good. The slippery warmth
penetrates my stiff pole. My dick responds by getting
even harder and pre-cum begins to flow from the piss-
slit almost in a steady flow, and mixes with the butter.
I try to gain my composure as you appear in the isle and
side-step your way back up the row, and you take your
seat beside me once again.
"I'm back sweetie. Is Coke okay with you?"
"Fine!" I choke loudly, "Ahem...Just fine.""
"Mick. Is there something wrong?" you query. Once again,
your keen sense of perception is not failing you. You've
always amazed me with you extraordinary ability to see
through the thickest fa ade.
"No," I retort with a squirm, trying my hardest to act
naturally, but almost melting under the pressure of your
inquisitional stare. "No. What could be wrong?"
"I don't know. You're acting kind of peculiar."
"No, I'm okay. This seat is just a little uncomfortable,
that's all." I return quickly.
"Would you like to move down a bit?" You offer.
"There are a few empty seats right down there."
"No." I say, cutting you off. "I'll be fine. Beside, the
view of the screen is much more centered here. If we
move down, we'll have to crane our necks to watch the
movie. Really. I'm fine here."
"Are you sure?" You ask finally.
"Yes. I'm fine." I say, hoping I'm convincing enough.
"Do you mind if I have that cigarette now?" You ask,
suddenly looking down and fumbling around in your purse
for the pack and your lighter.
(WHEW! "I'm glad that's over!" I think to myself. You
almost had me at the net!)
"No. Go ahead." I say, with a relaxed breath.
"Although I may find it difficult to pay any attention
to the film."
"Auh. You're sweet." You chuckle, as you deftly pull a
tapered B&H Deluxe Menthol from the pack and gently
balance it between the "V" of your slender fingers. You
bring the cigarette up to your mouth and place the
filter between your luscious lips. When you are about to
light it, I snatch the lighter from your grasp.
"Allow me." I say in a gallant tone. I flick the lighter
into action and hold it out to you.
"Mmm. Thank you." You smile around the filter, your eyes
shinning from the reflected light of the movie screen.
You lean in to catch the flame, holding the cigarette
between those delectable lips. The light from the flame
illuminates your features as you lean over to except.
Its flickering brilliance replaces the light from the
screen in your eyes, and you look dazzling in the
effect. It is during simple moments such as these in
which your absolute beauty completely overwhelms me!
You captivate me, leaving me breathless and trembling.
My cock begins to throb within the tub, while gazing
upon you in this light. You are unaware of me swooning
as you suck the flame into your cigarette. Once lit, you
lean back into the seat while taking this first sensuous
drag.
Your beautiful exhale, lit by the flickering light from
the projector, shows magnificently in the air above your
lips. Its cloud surrounds us as my cock gives another
pleasurable twitch in the buttery tub. After a second
drag, you place your hand in the bucket and fetch a few
kernels to eat. Time seem to pass slowly as you sit
there smoking sexily and eating. The popcorn level
begins to drop lower and lower in the bucket...getting
closer to the level of the head of my seeping cock. I
know that at any time now, your hand will make contact.
Its going to be difficult not to cum with your first
touch, I think to myself. My butter coated prick throbs
and twitches so hard, I fear its erratic movements will
knock popcorn out of the tub!
Finally, your buttery hand reaches into the tub again.
But instead of buttered kernels, your fingers touch
something smoother. Unknowingly you grip my waiting
bloated cock head and try to pull it out. You pull and
pull, but your hand cannot dislodge this foreign object!
From your prospective it seems to be heavy, or that it's
firmly attached to the bottom of the bucket. Each
slippery tug brings me closer to spurting hot butter of
my own! I watch from the corner of my eye as you take a
drag from your cigarette and a look of puzzlement
creased your lovely face.
"W-what in the world...?" You say as you lean over to
get a closer look in the tub. Your painted, and buttery
lips part in a gasp, as you realize what it is you've
been trying to remove.
"Oh! I don't believe you Mick!" You say in an indignant,
breathless whisper. Your eyes are flashing back into
mine. They are on fire with both a disbelieving anger,
and an emerging excitement.
"Is this because I wouldn't bring you off back at the
restaurant?!"
I nod sheepishly, averting my eyes from your pitying
stare, and lower my head in shame. All of a sudden I'm
feeling quite stupid for this sick, idiotic attempt at
revenge. But somehow I'm confident that this whole
ordeal will end in my favor!
"Okay mister!" You say with an evil, sexy smile on your
lips. "You've made your bed. Now you're gonna have to
lie in it."
With that, you plunge your hand all the way to the
bottom of the tub. You coat your hand with a fresh
supply of slippery butter, grab the base of my aching
boner and begin a steady jacking motion up and down it's
rigid length. Popcorn starts to fall out of the bucket
as you jerk off my stiff prick with your butter-coated
fist. During this whole time, you continue smoking and
watching the film, occasionally turning to blow smoke
into my perspiring face.
You soon lose all interest in the film and begin to
really get into jerking me off inside the bucket of
popcorn. The naughtiness of this unlikely situation gets
the best of you. Your pulse rate jumps higher, and your
breathing quickens to match my own with every slick
buttery stroke your hand makes in this obscene public
hand job. My ass squirms in the seat, and my hips begin
a herky-jerk movement trying to fuck up into your
squeezing, well-greased fist, as I feel a bone
shattering orgasm quickly approaching.
I know it will not take long since you almost had me
shooting off back at the restaurant. And I know that you
are not going to get out of this one. I will make
certain that you see it through. You are breathing
pretty heavy now, knowing I'm close to shooting off in
your hand. Imagining my erupting cock sending volleys of
boiling cum high into the air above the popcorn tub,
only to fall back down into the tub and all over my lap,
has you breathless and on the verge of orgasm. You take
a deep drag from your lipstick-coated cigarette and then
leaned over to see what is happening.
Just as you start to exhale, I put the last phase of my
plan into affect. I grip the back of your head and coax
your beautiful lips over the bucket, forcing you to blow
your smoke onto my dripping cock head. The cone-shaped
exhale issuing from your pursed lips blows over my cock
and the popcorn before the bucket's shape forces the
smoke back into your face. Once done, I push your smoky
lips onto my buttery dick, impaling your sweet mouth.
You moan in surprise. Your head, due to the applied
force of my hand, fluidly moves up and down my stiff
throbbing dick until I can take no more. With every hot
stroke of your lips, slimy pre-cum mixed with sweet
butter to coat your tongue and my balls begin to boil.
The first hard spurt shoots to the back of your throat
with such force, you have to pull your mouth off my
pulsing prick head in order to swallow. This doesn't
matter to me...this is what I want to see in the first
place! I hold your head in place just above the tub as
my cock shoots another forceful string of jism. It skids
along your cheek and drips over your dangling earring.
Two more fat ropes of hot life-giving sperm explode
against your face! AHHH!! Bull s-eye!!
They slap in sticky lines across those lush lips that
just a minute ago blew teasing smoke over the aching
head. My cock rears back and forcefully propels another
three sticky ropes of pent-up jism across your nose and
other cheek. By this time, my runny cum completely coats
your face and is dripping back down into the bucket, all
over the popcorn and the squirting head of my prick.
Your lips are parted in a perpetual gasp as I cream all
over them and all over the rest of your lovely face.
Finally, the heavy spurts of jism subside. My cock
pulses out the dregs to flow over the head in slow
rivers. Hot cum cascades down my throbbing tool, and off
your lips and cheeks, falling into the bucket and over
its contents soiling the kernels even more. Your
breathing starts to return to normal. You lift your face
from over the tub and sit back in the seat. I lean over
and kiss your cummy lips as we both lick the jism and
butter from your face.
Game and match, I say with a cocky smile... we both
begin to laugh.
The End
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