When Daddy Is Gone I Smoke & Play (Smoking Fetish)
The smoke curled elegantly from her full, glossy lips, swirling around the dimly lit room. In a slender, feminine hand, Mattie held the lit cigarette, taking another deep drag before exhaling languidly. Her mischievous green eyes sparkled with rebellious delight as she reclined on the plush armchair, one leg crossed over the other.
The sultry teenager was clad in a skimpy negligee, the sheer fabric leaving little to the imagination. Her youthful assets were on full display – pert breasts, toned stomach, and long, slender legs. She lounged shamelessly, enjoying the forbidden pleasure of smoking in secret.
Mattie took another puff, savoring the tickle in her throat. She glanced around furtively, as if checking for eavesdropping parents. As a 19-year-old still living at home, she had to sneak her vices. But Mattie always got what she wanted one way or another.
With a sly smile playing on her lips, Mattie uncrossed her legs. One hand trailed tantalizingly down her body, slipping under the hem of the sheer nightgown. Her fingers danced over her smooth thighs, inching ever closer to the damp, aching heat between her legs.
As Mattie continued to smoke, her other hand crept up to tweak a hardened nipple through the sheer fabric. She let out a breathy moan at the dual sensations. The taboo felt invigorating – smoking where you shouldn’t, touching yourself when Daddy was away…
The girl’s hips started to writhe slightly, her fingers finding purchase between her legs. Mattie stroked her glistening folds, dipping one finger inside to gather the slickness. Bringing the digit to her mouth, she made a show of tasting herself before taking another drag.
Lost in the moment, Mattie’s breathing grew heavy. The habanero lipstick melted the cigarette butt as she devoured it greedily. Her hips bucked up, fucking her fingers as they plunged in and out. The wet sounds of masturbation filled the quiet room.
“Why did I wait so long?” Mattie groaned, “Ohhh that feels so good…”
She could feel an orgasm building, a supernatural heat pooling in her lower belly. Sliding two fingers into her hot, tight channel, Mattie started fucking herself harder in earnest. Her free hand palmed and squeezed her aching breast almost roughly.
Just as Mattie was nearing the edge, her fingers pressed hard against a stiff nub and the added sensation sent her hurtling into ecstasy. Her back arched beautifully, head thrown back, supple body jerking with each powerful spasm of pleasure.
A guttural moan tore from Mattie’s throat as she shattered, juices gushing over her pumping fingers. Wave after wave of bliss crashed over her until finally, Mattie collapsed against the chair, limp and panting.
With shaky fingers, Mattie retrieved another cigarette from her pack. She lit it with a trembling match, bringing it to her kiss-swollen lips. Exhaling contentedly, she basked in the afterglow, a secretive smirk on her face.
Perhaps “Daddy is gone” more often from now on, Mattie thought wickedly. Snug in her naughty fantasy, Mattie would continue her secret smoking, masturbating, smoking, smoking, SMOKING – until her fingers seized or her lungs burst…
Sometime later, Daddy would return home to his now-grown spoiled teen daughter, still fresh from orgasm. He’d never know the carnal debaucheries Mattie indulged while he was away at work…
Stroking her sensitive folds languidly, Mattie took one last drag. She wondered how Daddy would react if he knew what kind of a filthy smoker his baby girl was. She hoped he’d come home sooner rather than later so she could show him firsthand…
