The Cigarslut
Keywords: Cigarslut, The,
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I strutted into the bedroom, my seamed nylon stockings swishing beneath my evening gown, a cloud of expensive perfume surrounding me. I stopped and placed a gloved hand on my satin hip.
"Well," I asked seductively. "Do you like what you see?"
He stared at me and took the cigar out of his mouth. "My god," he muttered. "You look incredible."
"Incredibly edible, I hope," I said archly. I crossed the room to the table, my ass swaying erotically. I took a long, thick double-corona, a Partagas, from the humidor, unwrapped it and placed it in the center of my lipsticked mouth.
"Got a light, lover?"
He put his cigar back in his mouth and drew deeply. "Come here," he said thickly.
I did as I was told and bent over him, the deep-cut gown exposing my full breasts. He lit my cigar with a silver-chased lighter and, as I drew the fragrant smoke deep into my lungs, he slid his hand into the hip-length slit on the side of my gown, up my satin-smooth thigh to my crotch. His hand cupped me there and found my stiffening she-cock and smoothly-shaved, full and heavy femme testicles. He drew the gown aside and gazed at his discovery, his lips wet with anticipation.
"Oooh, suck me, darling," I purred. I puffed lasciviously on my cigar as he leaned forward and engulfed my big girl-dick with his mouth. There I stood, smoking a big cigar as he sucked on my stiff, throbbing she-cock; gowned in black satin, wearing six-inch black patent stiletto heels and shoulder length black cire' fingerless gloves that showed off my long red nails. I wore a wig in frosted honey-blonde, very full and teased into an enormous bouffant. My face was heavily, whorishly made up with long false eyelashes and multiple shades of eyeshadow in cinnamon, russet, gold and smoky beige. Beneath that slinky gown, I wore a tightly-laced, heavily-boned corset of black satin, cinched down to a firm 26 inches. My full breasts were supported by an old-fashioned, circular-stitch sling bra, the better to expose my nipples.
In all, I felt like a complete slut. And loved it.
He took his mouth away from my she-cock and puffed deeply on his cigar. "I want you, Michelle," he said. Another deep drag and he blew the smoke over my throbbing female penis. "I want to fuck you."
I inhaled deeply of my own cigar and blew the smoke in his face; a challenge. "Umm, that would be delightful, sweetheart. I want your big dick deep in my cunt-ass. But first: I want to smoke your cock. I wanna give you a cigar blow-job."
He leaned back in the chair and unzipped his pants. I knelt, puffing on my cigar and pulled out his huge dick. The head was rounded and thick and a lovely shade of purplish-red. I inhaled deeply on my cigar and blew smoke over it and then bent my head to kiss the swollen glans. Puckering my red lips, I slid his big cock into my mouth. Although it was a good eight inches in length and perhaps five in circumference, I had no trouble taking the whole length down my throat for I am an excellent cocksucker, especially when I am smoking a cigar. My distended ruby lips reached the base of his shaft and I began to pump my blonde head up and down, slowly at first, then faster. As I sucked him, I looked up into his face to see how he was enjoying it. He face was flushed and his eyes closed as he continued to smoke his cigar while I sucked his cock.
I felt wonderfully feminine, sucking a man's cock as he smoked his cigar, submissive yet somehow in control. The aroma of our cigars filled the room, mingling with the musky odor of his genitals and my perfume, exciting me even more. I paused to take a deep drag off my cigar then pumped my mouth faster on his fat penis, exhaling a double stream of cigar smoke out my nose, surrounding his crotch with smoke. I wanted his cum in my mouth so much, to taste his male juices and know that I was his woman; his bitch.
He dick began pulsing in my mouth as I sucked and I knew that he was close to climax. I pulled back to kiss and lick the tip of it when he moaned and clutched the top of my head. Suddenly, his cock twitched and began to spurt warm globs of sticky, salty semen into my mouth. At the third or fourth spurt, I deep-throated him and let the warm, rich ejaculate shoot down my throat. I gulped and swallowed, trying to catch it all. It tasted heavenly!
Amazingly, when I withdrew, he was still erect. "Oh, my," I said, licking my lips. "That was lovely. Do you want to fuck me, darling?"
He nodded. "God, yes," he said. "More than anything." He stood, unbuttoning his shirt. I touched up my lipstick a bit and then relit my cigar, watching him as he finished undressing. His dick remained erect, almost vertical and flat against his belly. He laid down on the bed and, exhaling a big cloud of blue cigar smoke, said:
"Strip for me, bitch. Smoke your cigar while you undress. Let me see those big tits of yours. Let me see that big, fuckin' she-cock."
I smiled and submissively did as I was told. I placed the big cigar in the center of my red, pouting lips, puckering my mouth around the thick butt and puffing gently on it, savoring the exquisite flavor as I inhaled. Swaying back and forth, I unzipped my gown and slowly let it fall, exposing my DD breasts. The gown fell to the floor in a shiny black puddle of expensive fabric around the gleaming heels of my stilettos. I drew deeply on my cigar and blew a huge cloud of aromatic blue smoke at him, feeling my she-cock stiffen and my nipples grow hard.
"Walk around," he said. His voice was thick with lust. "Play with yourself and smoke your cigar. Act like a slut for me, Michelle."
"I don't have to act, darling." With the cigar dangling out of my mouth, I cupped my tits and tweaked the big, meaty nipples with my long red nails. "I "am "a slut. "Your "slut. Your cigarslut."
I did what I was told; an obedient whore. I strolled across the room, back and forth in my six-inch heels, my ass swinging sexily; a blonde Amazon transexual over six feet tall. I pouted at him and puffed lewdly on my cigar, fondling my big tits and jerking gently at my stiff she-cock. I felt superb; displaying myself to my man, showing him my big boobs and girl-dick while I smoked a long thick cigar. My balls felt tight and full of cum and my big tits encased in that sexy, open-front bra jiggled invitingly as I strutted for him. I puffed on my big cigar, inhaling it deeply and tasted the heavenly flavor of it across my painted lips and my she-cock grew so very hard in anticipation of what he was about to do to me.
At last, he said, "Come here, you fuckin' cunt. Lay down next to me and take what I have for you."
I strutted over to the bed and slid down next to him. He put his cigar in the ashtray and, putting his arms around me, drew me closer and kissed me deeply. His thick tongue jabbed into my mouth and I sucked on it, savoring the taste of expensive tobacco as he frenched me.
He rolled me over and knelt, spreading my legs. He smeared a dab of lube on the head of his big cock and placed the head at the entrance to my cunt-ass. I put the cigar in my mouth and resumed smoking as he slowly entered me, the long, thick, delicious length of his enormous shaft distending my rectum, filling me up. I sighed in delight, exhaling a fragrant cloud of cigar smoke across my full bosom.
"Oh, fuck me, darling. Pump my pussy-ass. Stick your cock inside me, baby! I am your whore, your cigarslut fuck-bitch and I want your cum in me."
He grunted in pleasure as he fucked me, deeper now, his balls slapping against my ass. I puffed languidly on my cigar and spread my legs wide, wrapping them around his muscular torso, pulling him ever so deeply into me. He was hitting bottom regularly, the head of his enormous cock slamming against the interior of my cunt-ass. My rigid she-cock was clamped between us, rubbing against the smooth satin of my corset, driving me wild with lust. He fucked me with deep long strokes as I smoked my cigar. I was a blonde tranny-slut enjoying the forbidden pleasures of anal intercourse, a cigar-smoking she-male whore humping like a bitch in heat beneath my man as he pounded deep into me and I loved it more than anything. It was what I was made for, what I had always wanted to be; a complete slut, a sex-toy for a man with a big cock, a cigar-smoking, bosomy blonde she-male whore.
I puffed my cigar, taking a deep pull off it and then frenching his mouth to exhale a big lung-full into him. We fucked for what seemed like an eternity but was probably no more than fifteen minutes, my silky legs wrapped around him, his big cock up my tight, wet cunt-ass, a long thick cigar in my full red lips and it was certain that both of us were in complete and total ecstasy.
His strokes increased in speed. His eyes closed as I began to whisper obscenities in his ear between long, languid drags on my cigar.
"Fuck me, darling! Fill me up with your big cock! Cum in me! I need your hot sperm inside me. Shoot off in my tight little ass-pussy while I smoke my cigar! Fuck me good, big man! Give me a big butt-full of your hot cum! Fuck me while I smoke a cigar!"
He moaned in delight and savagely slammed into me. His back arched, his hands clutched my breasts convulsively and then he was shooting his cum deep into me. I felt his hot, wet load erupt in my bowels as I drew deeply on my cigar. I slid my long-nailed fingers into his hair, pulled his face to mine and exhaled a lung-full of rich, fragrant cigar smoke into his mouth, my tongue squirming wetly against his as he spasmed again and again, filling my insides with warm semen, spurting his creamy cum into my rectum.
He collapsed atop me, burying his face in my neck, kissing and nibbling. I relaxed, spreading my legs and then noticed something I couldn't quite believe.
"My god," I said huskily. "Are you still "hard"?"
"Uh-huh," he muttered. His mouth was at my nipple, licking and sucking at the tip of my left boob. Electric waves of pleasure tingled through my body as he gently bit at my tit.
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Keywords: Cigarslut, The,