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| Keywords: tgirl cigarette crossdresser fetish sandra+dors sandradors sexy smoking blonde tranny prostitute shemale ass+fucker assfucker cocksucker rimming gay slut chav mom people indoor Daddy makes me into a Smoking Slut The first time I had sex with a man was when I went to our local fleapit cinema when still in my teens. It was also the first time I had gone out fully dressed en femme without Mom. I was wearing some of her escort gear – leopard print top, short black leather skirt, fishnets and a pair of her red patent leather stilettos and I was very heavily made up, my lips thickly painted with Mom’s glossy red lippie. She was working that night, so I thought I’d go looking for my own fun. Anyways, I sat in the back row, lit up a ciggie and waited for the film to start. As the lights went down, an older guy who’d been watching me, came to sit in the next seat. He looked quite scruffy and smelled of alcohol and sweat and made me feel quite uncomfortable. Next thing, he asked me for a light, so I gave him my lighter hoping he’d go away once he’d lit up. However, as he took my lighter, I felt his other hand on my thigh. Inspite of myself, I felt my little cock stiffen and he sensed this because the next moment I was aware of his hand up my skirt and feeling my erection with his large knarly hand. This was the first time I had ever been touched by a guy and I started to panic. As he started to gently wank me, I tried to take his hand away from my cock but he was too strong and just said in a strong Geordie accent “Relax, Sugar, you’re mine. Yer Da will take care of you!” With that he began to masturbate me more vigorously and while he did so, he put his mouth over mine and made me inhale his strong cigarette smoke. His tongue explored my mouth and made it taste of alcohol like his. As he was kissing and wanking me, a delicious warmth spread throughout my body. I felt myself relax and realised with some horror that I was enjoying his attention. Although he seemed quite rough, he was actually good looking and I started to want him badly. His hand was relentless and I knew I was close to orgasm. I was so frightened that someone would see us, people must be watching…too late I felt my cum explode into his hand and onto the leather of my skirt. “There, there, my Baby” he said “I knew you loved yer Da!” I sat back and fel a total sense of calm and satisfaction, it seemed as though no one around had noticed the two of us. I had never been with a guy before, but realised now that I was without doubt gay and that no female could ever make me feel this way. He lit us both a cigarette and as I accepted it gratefully, he put his arm around me and pulled me to him so that my face was resting against his very hairy chest. I snuggled into him and put my arm around his waist as we each smoked our cigarettes. His body was firm and muscular and pressed against him I felt so small and feminine. “Did you enjoy that, Sugar?” he asked me. “Oh, yes, very much, thank you, Daddy!” I purred. As I replied he brought my face to his and kissed me passionately, forcing his smokey tongue into my mouth, and finding my own tongue on which to transfer his warm saliva. My little cock started to tingle again and instinctively I felt between his legs. I had never touched a man’s penis before and his erection was massive beneath his jeans: all I knew was that I wanted to make it part of me. I began to try to unzip Daddy’s flies but he pushed away my hand and whispered “Not here, Sugar, come with yer Da to the toilets” I held his hand as Daddy led the short way from the back row up the stairs to the toilet. Once inside, Daddy bid me enter the cubicle and sat me down on the lavatory seat. My heart was racing as he stood in front of me and lit a cigarette putting it between my lips as he unbuttoned his flies. His massive cock was standing to attention as I took it in my hand and in my nervousness accidentally scratched it with one of my false nails. “Sorry, Daddy!” said I, thinking I may have hurt him. “Don’t worry, Sugar, just concentrate on giving me a nice smokey blow!” he instructed. I took a drag of my ciggie with a very shaky hand and then saw his cock quiver as I exhaled a plume of smoke onto it. “Oh, that’s good!” said Daddy. As I took another deep drag, Daddy pulled my head onto his rock hard prick and forced the tip between my lips. It smelled strongly of sweat and was already very sticky. I wondered if all cock’s would be like this. I exhaled my smoke and Daddy moaned with pleasure. The sweat and stickiness from his cock had got into my mouth and I felt my own cock swell as Daddy told me to take another drag. I did as I was bidden and felt Daddy’s dick growing even larger as my blew my smoke inside the shaft of his cock. Then Daddy pulled my head towards him forcing his cock right into mouth until it hit the back of my throat. I began to gag, but Daddy pulled back and then taking my head in both his hands, he rode it to and fro over his cock, fucking my mouth and pausing just once to give me the chance to take another drag of my cig. I could taste the warm saltiness of his precum and was desperate to wank myself off as my own erection was throbbing furiously. Just as I was feeling that I wanted more than anything to get his cock into my arse, Daddy’s grip on my head grew tighter and he thrust forward. His cock totally filled my mouth and suddenly the dam broke and his spunk cascaded down my throat, its warmth filling me and oozing down towards my belly. “Oh, Sugar, that was wonderful! You’re Daddy’s girl now!” As Daddy took the rest of my ciggie from between my fingers and finished it off, I realised that I had cum in Mom’s panties. I knew when I told her what had happened that evening she would be so glad that I had become a smoking slut like her. xxxx Daddy makes me into a Smoking Slut The first time I had sex with a man was when I went to our local fleapit cinema when still in my teens. It was also the first time I had gone out fully dressed en femme without Mom. I was wearing some of her escort gear – leopard print top, short black leather skirt, fishnets and a pair of her red patent leather stilettos and I was very heavily made up, my lips thickly painted with Mom’s glossy red lippie. She was working that night, so I thought I’d go looking for my own fun. Anyways, I sat in the back row, lit up a ciggie and waited for the film to start. As the lights went down, an older guy who’d been watching me, came to sit in the next seat. He looked quite scruffy and smelled of alcohol and sweat and made me feel quite uncomfortable. Next thing, he asked me for a light, so I gave him my lighter hoping he’d go away once he’d lit up. However, as he took my lighter, I felt his other hand on my thigh. Inspite of myself, I felt my little cock stiffen and he sensed this because the next moment I was aware of his hand up my skirt and feeling my erection with his large knarly hand. This was the first time I had ever been touched by a guy and I started to panic. As he started to gently wank me, I tried to take his hand away from my cock but he was too strong and just said in a strong Geordie accent “Relax, Sugar, you’re mine. Yer Da will take care of you!” With that he began to masturbate me more vigorously and while he did so, he put his mouth over mine and made me inhale his strong cigarette smoke. His tongue explored my mouth and made it taste of alcohol like his. As he was kissing and wanking me, a delicious warmth spread throughout my body. I felt myself relax and realised with some horror that I was enjoying his attention. Although he seemed quite rough, he was actually good looking and I started to want him badly. His hand was relentless and I knew I was close to orgasm. I was so frightened that someone would see us, people must be watching…too late I felt my cum explode into his hand and onto the leather of my skirt. “There, there, my Baby” he said “I knew you loved yer Da!” I sat back and fel a total sense of calm and satisfaction, it seemed as though no one around had noticed the two of us. I had never been with a guy before, but realised now that I was without doubt gay and that no female could ever make me feel this way. He lit us both a cigarette and as I accepted it gratefully, he put his arm around me and pulled me to him so that my face was resting against his very hairy chest. I snuggled into him and put my arm around his waist as we each smoked our cigarettes. His body was firm and muscular and pressed against him I felt so small and feminine. “Did you enjoy that, Sugar?” he asked me. “Oh, yes, very much, thank you, Daddy!” I purred. As I replied he brought my face to his and kissed me passionately, forcing his smokey tongue into my mouth, and finding my own tongue on which to transfer his warm saliva. My little cock started to tingle again and instinctively I felt between his legs. I had never touched a man’s penis before and his erection was massive beneath his jeans: all I knew was that I wanted to make it part of me. I began to try to unzip Daddy’s flies but he pushed away my hand and whispered “Not here, Sugar, come with yer Da to the toilets” I held his hand as Daddy led the short way from the back row up the stairs to the toilet. Once inside, Daddy bid me enter the cubicle and sat me down on the lavatory seat. My heart was racing as he stood in front of me and lit a cigarette putting it between my lips as he unbuttoned his flies. His massive cock was standing to attention as I took it in my hand and in my nervousness accidentally scratched it with one of my false nails. “Sorry, Daddy!” said I, thinking I may have hurt him. “Don’t worry, Sugar, just concentrate on giving me a nice smokey blow!” he instructed. I took a drag of my ciggie with a very shaky hand and then saw his cock quiver as I exhaled a plume of smoke onto it. “Oh, that’s good!” said Daddy. As I took another deep drag, Daddy pulled my head onto his rock hard prick and forced the tip between my lips. It smelled strongly of sweat and was already very sticky. I wondered if all cock’s would be like this. I exhaled my smoke and Daddy moaned with pleasure. The sweat and stickiness from his cock had got into my mouth and I felt my own cock swell as Daddy told me to take another drag. I did as I was bidden and felt Daddy’s dick growing even larger as my blew my smoke inside the shaft of his cock. Then Daddy pulled my head towards him forcing his cock right into mouth until it hit the back of my throat. I began to gag, but Daddy pulled back and then taking my head in both his hands, he rode it to and fro over his cock, fucking my mouth and pausing just once to give me the chance to take another drag of my cig. I could taste the warm saltiness of his precum and was desperate to wank myself off as my own erection was throbbing furiously. Just as I was feeling that I wanted more than anything to get his cock into my arse, Daddy’s grip on my head grew tighter and he thrust forward. His cock totally filled my mouth and suddenly the dam broke and his spunk cascaded down my throat, its warmth filling me and oozing down towards my belly. “Oh, Sugar, that was wonderful! You’re Daddy’s girl now!” As Daddy took the rest of my ciggie from between my fingers and finished it off, I realised that I had cum in Mom’s panties. I knew when I told her what had happened that evening she would be so glad that I had become a smoking slut like her. xxxx | ||||
