Smoke Like a Whore - illustrated
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Chapter 1
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Teen Marie's mother catches her with cigarettes and gives her an ultimatum. If she wants to keep smoking like a dirty whore, she needs to suck and fuck her stepdad, like a dirty whore.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Mult Coercion Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Sharing Incest Mother Sister Daughter Cousins Grand Parent Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism Public Sex Smoking Prostitution Illustrated
So, you want to know how my daughter Marie became a cigarette whore?
She followed in my footsteps, and her grandmother’s. It’s really sort of a family tradition.
My fiancée once said me spelling my name as “Cathie” seemed exotic and sexy. I changed it because other women and girls in our neighborhood were “Cathy”, “Kathy”, “Kate”, and “Katie”.
Keith and I were engaged over a year but he wouldn’t agree to a wedding date. He pestered me for sex at least daily, sometimes twice or even three times a day, and didn’t like me smoking in the house.
He had a smoking fetish and enjoyed staring at my mouth while I puffed away, but the smell bothered him. He only let me smoke in the garage or the bathroom with the fan on. The only exception was if I opened a window and let him poke his pecker in me. I loved him the first month or so we were together, but it soon became obvious he was only in love with fucking.
The biggest problem was his stamina. It wasn’t like I could suck him or give him a quickie for three minutes and be done with it. Most times, he took half an hour to cum. Occasionally he went on and on, screwing and screwing, fucking and fucking, for an hour! Even the best blowjobs I could give took at least fifteen minutes with him! I don’t mind giving blowjobs if the guy finishes by the time my jaw muscles start getting sore, but Keith never does. Deep-throating most guys gets them off quick, but with Keith, it’s awful! The first and only time I swallowed the head of his long fat dick, I began to suffocate and had a panic attack. He was reasonable enough to settle for a regular blowjob once a week, after that.
Many women would love a guy lasting so long, but not me. I usually reach orgasm in ten minutes. Any penetration after that is uncomfortable, a sloppy indignity I need to endure.
Still, he buys everything my daughter and I need, and more. I play violin as a hobby and joked about getting a Stradivarius the next time I had a few million to spare. An amateur like me playing a real Stradivarius would be absurd, but Keith spent six thousand buying me a very nice violin the next Christmas!
He had no idea what early teens liked, so he gave Marie a mall gift card with a thousand bucks on it. She promptly purchased five pounds of candy, five pounds of cheap costume jewelry, five pounds of cheap makeup, and several slutty outfits that were far too mature for her. Some even made her look like a prostitute, which, in a way, I guess we are.
His work as a computer company bigwig bores me to tears when he tries to discuss it with me. He doesn’t care much about my passions either, art and music. Most of our talks are about meals and housework, or him pestering me for sex five times as often as I want it.
When I complained about him to my mother, she helped in an unusual way. I agreed to let him “cheat” with her once a week. I have to admit, after he paid for her breast implant revision surgery, she’s very attractive from the tits down.
I strongly suspected he was cheating with other women, too; but wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.
Keith and I had a few big arguments, but there was no way I could afford to leave him. He gave me several expensive gifts as apologies and kept claiming he loved me. He never hurt or abused me, other than begging for sex far more often than I want it.
Eventually we reached a deal. I’d give him oral, anal, and intercourse once a week each; and he could “cheat” with my mother every weekend. He’d keep paying all the bills and leave me alone the rest of the time.
We didn’t use the words, but he was effectively a John paying to fuck his hooker.
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