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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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