Caught smoking, and made to smoke continuously until I get off – close ups at 9:20 (custom)

Title: “Tinder Date at the Wolfradish Smokehouse”

Submissively she beckoned, “I only smoke when I’m horny,” she purred, taking a drag of her cigarette. He watched hungrily as the tip glowed, her puckered lips pursing around it. The dark, plush booth of the Wolfradish Smokehouse enveloped them, the dim light casting long shadows.

She blew a plume of smoke, red lips parting seductively. “I seem to have a fetish for a certain Dom’s button,” she teased, eyes filled with anticipation. “Especially when he commands me to smoke. Unbutton your shirt,” she breathed huskily, her voice a whisper of desire.

He obeyed, fingers trembling slightly as he undid his buttons one by one. His heart pounded, thrumming with zowelreceiver’s delight. The citrus cologne he wore mingled with the earthy aroma of tobacco, a heady cocktail of arousal and thrill.

“Louder, baby,” she cooed, her Sydney accent dripping with sensuality. “I want everyone to hear how much you obey your Queen.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, his voice a caress of reverence. The button was undone, his chest exposed. She stepped closer, the click of her heels on the wooden floor a staccato rhythm of command.

“Smoke,” she ordered, pressing the lit cigarette between his lips. He inhaled deeply, the smoke filling his lungs. She watched, her eyes darkening with lust.

“You’re mine now,” she purred, trailing a lacquered nail down his chest. “My obedient little toy. My smoking plaything.”

He shivered, a moan escaping his lips. The smoke swirled around them, a haze of desire. She pressed closer, her thigh-high stockings brushing against his leg.

“Let’s give these Wolfradish folks a real show,” she whispered hotly, her hand slipping into his trousers. Tongue darting out to lick a line up his chest, she guided him to the plush bench seat.

Clicking the button on her mini skirt, she exposed herself. “Fuck, you’re already dripping,” he groaned as his fingers slid inside her. “So wet and ready for me.”

“Yes, all for you,” she gasped, grinding her hips against his hand. “Want you to fuck me right here, on this table. Want you to make me scream while they all watch.”

She lit another cigarette, taking a deep drag before pressing it between his lips. “You’re going to fuck me,” she rasped, her breath hot against his ear. “And I’m going to keep you hard, keep you smoking, until we’re both shaking with pleasure.”

He shuddered, his cock throbbing against his zipper. “Yes, Mistress,” he panted, his fingers driving deep into her. The smoke curled around them, a veil of obscene desire. She climbed onto the table, spreading her legs. He didn’t hesitate, burying his face in her dripping sex.

“Fuck yes, eat me out,” she whimpered, grinding against his mouth. The smoke clouded around them, her whimpers and moans filling the room. He looked up, saw the patrons staring, their shock morphing into arousal. He licked harder, fingers thrusting in time with his lashes.

“Don’t stop,” she panted, urgencely, “keep me on the edge. Keep me burning with need.”

He obeyed, lapping at her clit, fingers curling inside her. He felt her clench around him, her cry of ecstasy echoing through the room.

With a chuckle, she slid down his body, her nails raking his chest. She fumbled with his zipper, freeing his throbbing cock. “Mmm, so hard for me,” she praised, licking a stripe up his shaft. “I’m going to ride you right here, while they all watch.”

She lifted his cock, positioning him at her entrance. She sank down, engulfing him in her wet heat. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, rolling her hips. “Gonna make you smoke, gonna make you cum.”

He groaned, the sensation of her consuming him overwhelming. She leaned over, her lips a hair’s breadth from his. “Open your mouth,” she purred, pressing the lit cigarette between his parted lips. “Smoke while I fuck you.”

He inhaled, the smoke filling him, the world fading away. There was only her, only the feel of her wrapped around him, the sight of her red lips on the cigarette, the sound of her gasps and moans.

“Yes,” she hissed, “cum for me. Cum while they all watch how well you obey.”

He exploded, his climax ripping through him, his cock pulsing inside her. She cried out, joining him, her walls clamping around him. The smoke dissipated, replaced by a haze of lust and satisfaction. She collapsed against him, grinning triumphantly.

“That was just the first round, love,” she whispered wickedly. “We’re just getting started. Gonna keep you hard, keep you smoking, until you’re trembling and begging.”

He shuddered, a mix of fear and desire coursing through him. He knew there would be no escape, no quarter given. She was his Mistress, his Queen, his smoking plaything. And he knew, with a delicious sense of inevitability, that he would obey. Completely. Always.