Hello there! My name's Elizabeth Carrol, Ellie to my friends. I've heard you wanted to hear the story of how my lover Jack, and I got together. Well, I met Jack a few days after he turned eighteen. I suppose you could say this is the story of how I seduced him, and made him mine. Mind, body, and soul... Oh, and before we go any further, you don't mind if I smoke, do you? Oh, you do? Well, I'm going to smoke anyway, and you'll just have to deal with it, won't you?
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I groaned, rolled my neck a few times, and stole a look at the clock on the wall, which informed me it was almost nine in the evening. I'd lost track of time, again. It often happened, when I was fully engrossed in a case. This one had been tough, and I'd had a stressful day. I swivelled my chair around, and stared through the window, and the city skyline greeted me. The view is really rather nice, up on the thirtieth floor.
I am a lawyer, and a very successful one, I might add. I began my career as a divorce attorney, and very early on, by some strange fortune, I landed a high profile case, which I managed expertly, and the ball began rolling from there. With the money I made from that case, I made some good investments, which yielded some hefty returns, and I was a multi millionaire by the time I was thirty, and I've gotten much more wealthy, since. It's nearing my second billion, actually.
Then, since I'd gained more money than I could spend in a lifetime, I decided I was going to pursue my dream, and devote my strength to custody cases. I wanted to focus on fathers, who were being denied the chance of being in their children's lives, for whatever reason. Naturally, I don't go near men who are reliably suspected of being harmful to their young ones.
However, the sad truth is, that far too many fathers are being denied their rights, by a system that is horribly biased against them. I hate it, being a woman robbed of her father's love, by my bitch of a mother. I won't go into that today though.
I sighed and rose from my chair, and made my way over to a cabinet to one side of the room, and opened it. I stared at the whiskey bottle for a moment, but closed the cabinet, and shook my head. When I thought about it, I didn't want whiskey. I was in the mood for a glass or two of a nice red. Besides, I hadn't been by Joe's for a while, and I missed old man Joe.
I then made my way over to a full length mirror, close by, and began touching up on my make up. I glanced at my purse, and barely resisted the urge to grab my pack, and light up one of my Divine 140's. Putting on make up simply doesn't feel right, without one of those delicious cigarettes dangling from my lips.
Ah, the Divine 140's. To me, the perfect cigarette. Long, much thicker than your average cigarette, burn forever, and are absolutely packed with nicotine heavy tobacco. And they're this very nice brown colour. And there's another thing I love about them; they do not stink up your house. They have this pleasant, spicy aroma, that even ardent non smokers don't seem bothered by. The only drawback, is they are prohibitively expensive, so you almost never see them. Doesn't bother me, I've enough money.
I shook my head. I could wait. I was a master of my own body, not my cigarettes. I stepped back from the mirror, and eyed myself critically in the mirror. I quite liked what I saw. A tall, fit woman, who was six feet two, with long, wavy auburn coloured hair. I brought up my hands, and fondled my large breasts through the white silk blouse I had decided to wear that day, and then ran my hands down my narrow waist, and rested them on my wide hips. My green eyes kept going, and roamed over my shapely, stockinged legs, and finally ended on the three inch heels I wore. Those pumps did some wonderful things to my calves.
All woman, and a stunning one, at that. I smiled a wry smile. I'm not like other women, despite the way I look. Instead of a vagina, I have a very large, fully functional cock. And before you ask, no I am not a transexual. I was born this way.
A medical marvel, they called me. At first, of course, everyone simply assumed I was a boy, but when my body finally began change, it became obvious something wasn't normal about me. I not only developed the body you see here in front of you, it quickly became apparent that I was extremely intelligent, stronger, and had better reflexes, when compared to my peers.
They also took a look at my cell regeneration, and concluded I was likely to live for a very long time. There were some further visits to the doctor's office, but my father refused to let me be a lab rat, and my mother agreed, and even upheld the agreement after they split up. And the doctors seemed to actually keep their oaths, too.
Anyway, as I grew older, I realized my bodily functions were off the charts. No matter how much I ate, once I reached my ideal weight, it never changed by more than a couple of pounds. I learned I can't become drunk, either, as my body purges the alcohol too quickly. I seem to even regrow enamel, because my teeth are still pearly white, despite me having been a very heavy smoker since my late teens.
Since alcohol didn't work, I tried a few things that are very much illegal, but they simply didn't do anything for me, either. And then, around the time I was finishing high school, a friend introduced me to cigarettes. I hadn't even bothered with them, since weed wouldn't do anything for me, then surely cigarettes were a moot point. Well, she insisted, and I never looked back.
God, I love smoking. Wait. I don't think that quite properly conveys how I feel about it. I adore smoking. For some reason, tobacco, and nicotine work wonders on my body, and the pleasure, and arousal I get from smoking, is second only to blowing my creamy load into some lucky guy. And if I can do both at the same time? Well, that's just heavenly. Unfortunately, with times being what they are, and people frowning more and more on smoking, the opportunity rarely presents itself.
I, being the cautious sort that I am, have routinely had myself checked, and it turns out, my body does not react the same way to smoking, as others do. For one thing, my lungs are perfectly healthy, and I do not become addicted to the nicotine. There have been times, where I've had to abstain from my cigarettes for a while, and luckily, I do not go through withdrawal. Still, they make me feel incredible, and I sure do miss them, whenever I'm without them, however.
Satisfied with my make up, I went and grabbed my fur coat, before braving the frigid January weather. The Hinterlands are bitterly cold, in the winters. I also grabbed my briefcase, before heading out to hail a cab.
"Where to, madame?" the driver asked, in a voice that sounded like he came from the east of the Continent.
"Joe's Pub, downtown," I said, and leaned back in the seat. "You know it?"
The driver got going, but kept giving me strange looks, in the rear view mirror, throughout the drive. I sighed softly. Joe's isn't exactly in the reputable part of town, and not a place a person of my... means might frequent, but I like it. I even own a part of it. Eventually, I reached my destination. I paid the man, got out, and strode confidently into Joe's.
I looked around once I'd made my way inside, and smiled. It was almost empty, the only patrons; two regulars, sitting at a table in the far corner, nursing their drinks. I let my eyes roam the place again, taking it all in, as I always do, if I haven't been for a bit.
Joe's is a proper pub. All dark wooden panels, wooden beams in the ceiling, and wooden pillars here and there, to support them. Wooden tables are scattered throughout the main hall, and a few booths line the walls. I have my own, large booth, which is fitted with a sliding door, which makes it more of a room, I suppose. Perks of being a silent partner.
I made my way over to the bar, and rung the bell. Mack, the ancient bartender, came out from the kitchen, and flashed me his toothy grin, when he saw me.
"Ellie, lass! Yeh ain't been by lately. Yeh don' love us lads, no more?" he asked in his jovial accent.
I smiled at him, and felt my stress begin to leave me. "I could never stop loving you, Mack! You know that."
"Aye, that I do," he said, and tilted his head to the left and gazed at me. "A glass, or two of a nice red, I reckon."
I nodded with a grateful smile. How well he knew me. He reached beneath the counter, and brought out the good stuff, and poured me a generous glass. I know I told you before, that I can't get drunk, but I like the taste of good wine.
"I don' suppose yer hungry, lass?" Mack asked, once he was done pouring the glass.
I shook my head. "Not really, Mack," I replied, and took a sip. "Say, where's Joe?"
"Ah, lass. I can't rightly say, but I reckon there's somethin' going on. He's been acting out of sorts of late. Then, he got a call, and rushed out the door, a couple hours back."
I frowned. Joe was the most level headed person I knew, so it had to be something major, for him to be all flustered. And for a while, no less. This would bear looking into. I nodded at Mack, made my way to my booth, and took of my coat, and sat down. I reached into my purse, and brought out a dark and gold coloured pack, from which I extracted a brown Divine.
I brought the cigarette into my lips, and lit it with my zippo. I took an enormous drag, and inhaled as deeply as I could. I moaned in pleasure as I felt the smoke fill my lungs, and quickly took another drag as I exhaled the first one through my nostrils. I let the smoke linger in me for a bit, before exhaling slowly toward the ceiling. It felt utterly amazing.
I sat there for a few moments, simply enjoying my cigarette, feeling better by the minute. Once I was done with the first one, I immediately lit up another one, to smoke at a more leisurely pace, as I went over my case notes further.
After a while, I realized my glass was empty, and I was about to stand up to get another one, when there was a knock on my door. I leaned back in the banquette and reached for my cigarette, took one last drag, before crushing it out.
"Come in," I said.
The door slid open, and Joe stuck in his head. He smiled a slightly strained smile at me. He stepped inside, and sat down on the other side of the table. "Hey, Ellie. It's been a while."
I simply nodded at my friend. "Too long, Joe. I just finished my latest case, and I'm seriously considering taking some time off."
"That's good, Ellie. You've been going at it pretty hard for the last few months," Joe said, and let his eyes wander over the pages I'd strewn across the table. "Seems you're not quite done, eh?"
"Well, you know me. I always want to be thorough, and try to learn from every case. But enough about me, Joe," I said, and leaned forward on the table, to reach for my cigarettes again. I pulled one from my pack, and held it gingerly in my hand.
"Mack tells me you've been a bit off, lately. Anything you'd like to tell me?"
Joe took a deep breath, before he smiled a relieved smile. "He's here."
I raised an eyebrow, not understanding what he meant, at first, before it clicked in my head. I felt my mouth split in a massive smile. "You found Jack?"
Joe nodded. "Well, it's more accurate to say he found me, but yes."
I stood up, circled the table, and brought Joe in for a tight hug, once he'd risen from his seat. I felt immeasurably glad this had happened. You see, Jack is his grandson. He is the son of Joe's own, David, who was killed in an accident when Jack was just four years old. David's wife, Sheila cashed in the life insurance, and disappeared south of the Wall*, one night, and Joe had been searching for him ever since.
"I'm so happy for you, Joe!" I gushed as I let him go.
"Thank you, Ellie," he replied, his voice just a little hoarse. "You want to meet him?"
Of course I wanted to meet the boy. Joe should have known it was a foolish question.
Joe leaned out of the door. "Jack! Come here, please. I'd like you to meet a dear friend of mine."
"Coming!" came the soft voice of Jack, presumably.
A moment went by, before the most gorgeous human being I had ever seen, or have since, entered the room. He was rather short, at only five foot six, and he was slim. His light brown hair was rather long, and had been loosely gathered, and tied behind the head. I am not a fan of long hair on men, but his slender neck, and sharp face bore the style well.
He was wearing a t shirt, and slim fit jeans, and I could not help but notice his narrow waist, and slightly wide hips and a lovely, firm ass. My eyes went back to his beautiful face, and I found his deep brown eyes, which were full of curiosity, and something else. Hope?
I swear, if I hadn't heard Joe refer to him by his name, I would've had a hell of a time guessing whether he was in fact a man, or a woman. I managed to yank myself from my musings, and extended my hand in greeting.
"Hello, Jack. I'm pretty certain you don't remember me, but my name's Ellie."
He grabbed my hand, and I had to admit, his grip was firmer than I had expected. Good. I like a firm shake. "Jack. It's good to meet you."
Mack called for Joe, who nodded at the old man. "Look, I've got to go help Mack." He put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Jack here is aiming to become a lawyer, Ellie. Perhaps you could talk some sense into him?"
And with that, he left his grandson with me, and a slightly awkward silence filled the booth. It was finally disrupted by a flick of my lighter as I lit the cigarette I'd been holding in my hand. I motioned for Jack to take a seat. I took my customary large drag, and exhaled toward the ceiling.
"Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to sit down, Jack?" I asked.
He blushed a little, and darted into the seat. "Sorry," he mumbled, and gave a tiny smile. Oh, god, he was adorable.
"So," I began, and took a drag. "Shouldn't you be in school?" I asked, and let the smoke slowly drift from my nose.
"Ah. I finished a year early, ma'am."
I raised a brow. "Did you now? And your scores, if you don't mind my asking?" I took a nice, long double drag, and exhaled very slowly, relishing the pleasure. He didn't answer at first, and simply stared at me, mesmerized. Oh, what was this? Did he enjoy watching me partake? Interesting. Well, I was certainly willing to give him a show. Nothing too obvious, of course, just to see how he'd react.
"Well?" I asked, and it jostled him free.
"I... My scores were in the low fifteen hundreds, ma'am."
Now, it was my time to stare. Those scores were on par with my own. I felt my arousal steadily growing. I have a thing for intelligent men. Gorgeous, as well as smart, and perhaps even a shared fetish? I was heading for serious trouble, I realized. I took a large drag, performed a flawless snap inhale, and kept my eyes locked on his, as I exhaled above his shoulder.
His eyes subconsciously followed the smoke as it left my pouty lips, and there had been a slight twitch of his neck, as if he'd wanted to 'catch' it. With his face, perhaps? This was simply wonderful, and I got such an erotic thrill from it. Like I told you earlier, I have a raging smoking fetish, and I was indulging in it for the first time in ages.
"Well, that's great! Congratulations!" I said, and put out my cigarette, after one last drag. I immediately reached for another. I'd moved past being aroused, and was becoming horny, which always made me want to smoke even more.
I gestured toward my lighter with the cigarette. "Be gentleman, and light me up?"
I saw him stiffen, and an eager gleam found its way to his eyes, even as he tried, and failed to look nonchalant. This was too easy. Of course, he was only eighteen, so perhaps it shouldn't be surprising. My cock and I were slowly coming to the decision that he would be ours, no matter what it might do to my friendship with Joe.
"Sure," he replied, in a slightly breathy voice. He picked up the lighter, and flicked it on, and brought it toward me. I leaned in, and the tip caught on, and I took a drag. I'm not one of those smokers, who takes a short puff, without inhaling, to light my cig. Why should I waste any of the delicious smoke?
"So, why don't you tell me something about yourself, Jack? Any hobbies? What kind of music do you enjoy? Where are you applying for school?" I pulled on the cigarette, and grinned at him. "Any girls you're interested in?" I asked, and the smoke gently drifted out with my words.
"Well, I like to read. Science fiction, and fantasy, mostly. I figure, if you want something that's completely realistic, or accurate, then watch, and read the news. You know?"
I exhaled a large plume of smoke over his head, and smiled. "Yes, I agree. I'm a major fantasy/sci-fi buff, myself. I've read all of the biggest ones, and have been working my way through a few others. I read The Princess Bride a while ago. Had me in stitches."
I smiled enthusiastically, and mentally thanked a friend, Sherri, who'd introduced me to all this nerdy stuff, and I wasn't lying. I really do love it. Come to think of it, I owe a lot to Sherri. After all, she ignited my love of cigarettes, pun intended.
"Yeah, that one's great. The film is also fantastic. Inconceivable!" he exclaimed, then blushed when he saw my raised brow. "Sorry..." he mumbled. I simply grinned at him, and took a drag.
"Oh, it's fine. I like a man who's passionate about his interests. We should watch that film together, sometime."
He was still blushing, when we moved onto his type of music. "Well, to be honest, I don't really have a specific favourite... But, but I can tell you, I'm not really a fan of most modern music. Feels overproduced, you know?"
I did know, because I felt the same way. "Yes, that's exactly how I feel! I mean, turn on mainstream radio, and after half an hour, you find yourself wondering if any of those hacks could come to this pub, with a guitar, and keep the place going..."
I finished the cig, and reached for yet another one, which Jack dutifully lit. Such a good boy. I was a little disappointed with his earlier answer, however. "Surely there's some music you like more than any other?"
He thought about it a moment. "Well, I guess I like folk music. It's jolly and happy. Makes you want to dance in a large circle on the village green."
Oh, how cute! Now he was leaning into his inner fantasy nerd. Still, I had to admit, the idea of being a part of something like that sounded fantastic.
He kept going "Lately, I've been listening to a lot of jazz. Instrumental jazz, with a focus on saxophone, mostly."
I took a drag of my cigarette, and inhaled very deeply. As always, it felt extremely good, and even better when I saw Jack steal a glance at my large breasts, when they heaved as I inhaled the smoke into my lungs. He was simply perfect, this boy.
Once again, we had found a shared interest. Whenever I was feeling horny, and particularly sensual, I would break out my father's old jazz records, and place one on the phone. There was just something about it that made me want to sink my cock into something warm, tight, and wet. And now I was curious to know if there was someone special in his life.
"So... Girls? Any who have caught your eye recently? Or perhaps you have a special one, somewhere?" a long, slow exhale, closer to his face, than any before, followed my words, that time.
He was slightly nervous, and I could practically see him muster his courage. "I actually prefer grown women, over girls..."
He was hitting on me? It was so delightfully clumsy, that he simply had to be a virgin. The idea of taking his first time was absolutely delicious. I remember this as the exact moment, where my girl and I, (yes, I refer to my cock as 'my girl' sometimes), decided we would seduce him, and make him ours.
I also realized, to my immense satisfaction, that I could've taken him right then and there, and he would have welcomed it. You see, I once helped a man who works for one of the intelligence agencies, regain custody of his children. I'd refused traditional payment, and asked him to train me in reading body language, since I was sure it would help me in my work.
So, I was completely certain he was utterly submissive, which was perfect for me. I like to be in control. Blast it, I wanted to bend him over the table, and ravish his ass, but I wasn't going to do that. No, I was going to make the seduction last a while, and then, when he was growing desperate, I would ease him into his role as my submissive, and make him mine.
"Moving on, Jack. What are your plans?"
*The Wall; a massive mountain range, that separates the Hinterlands from the rest of the Continent.
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Jack and I spoke for a long time, and he told me something of what he wanted to achieve in his life. I felt more and more enamoured with him, as the conversation went on. I didn't really understand what was going on. I mean, there I was, a forty five year old woman, rapidly falling for an eighteen year old boy? It was insane.
I found he was mature for his age, despite being awfully naïve in some ways. I honestly don't think he realized I was seducing him. He was articulate, and witty, and our humour was well matched. I had to admit we were really quite compatible, all things considered.
There was a knock on the door, followed by the entrance of Joe, who was looking somewhat tired, but pleased. "So, how are things going in here?" he asked with a smile.
"Oh, Jack and I are having a wonderful time, aren't we, sweetie?"
"Yeah, we are," Jack said, and barely managed to fight back the blush that was threatening to bloom on his face.
"Well that's good," Joe said. "Hey, kiddo, would you mind helping the others? We had a bigger crowd than usual."
"Sure, no problem," Jack said with a nod, and smiled at me, before he left the room.
I looked at Joe, who was staring after Jack with a slightly worried expression. "He's a good boy, Joe. I don't think you have to worry about him. He's even seriously considering joining my alma mater, here in the city, in the fall."
My friend frowned deeply. "How's he going to pay for something like that? It's not exactly the cheapest school." Joe asked. "His mother certainly won't help him. She kicked him out, as soon as he turned eighteen, actually. And do you really think he'll get a loan with no one but a sixty eight year old widower to sign for it? Not a chance."
Ruthlessly forcing back my anger at Jack's mother, I couldn't believe my good fortune. I had been planning in my head, how to further along my seduction of the boy, when an opportunity was practically thrown my way. I'd be a fool, not to take advantage of it.
"There's a third option, Joe."
"What are you thinking, Ellie?"
I took my time, not wanting to sound too excited, but it was hard! "I've just spent almost three hours speaking with your grandson, and I find him to be a well spoken, incredibly intelligent, young man. Did you know he scored over fifteen hundred on his tests?"
"Really?" Joe asked, a little dumbstruck.
"Yes, really," I confirmed. "After speaking with him, I really think he did." I leaned forward. "Look, not sending someone like him to that school is a crime. There are things he'd like to do, and graduating from UH will only help. I'd like to get to know him better, and if I like what I find, I'll sponsor him. You know I've got more money than I'll ever need."
Joe was a very proud man, and looked very uncomfortable. "Ellie, I thank you for your offer, but-"
"There's another thing I'd like to talk to you about, Joe," I said firmly, cutting him off. "You live in a studio apartment, with a single bed. Not really suitable for two persons living there. He can stay at my place, until he figures something out. You know I have room."
I saw the wheels spinning in his head. It was a good offer, one that wasn't entirely out of character. I did give a lot of money to the various charities, and even sponsored a soup kitchen for the homeless, close to where my place was. After a moment, I was fairly certain he wasn't going to accept, so I decided to play my last card.
"Look, if it makes you feel better, I'll have him work in the Kitchen, and help me out when I have a lot to do, alright? As a paralegal. Then, at least, he'll be working for his upkeep."
With satisfaction, I saw my friend relax, as he mulled over that last piece of information. He finally nodded.
"Alright. If he's up for it, then I guess it's fine."
Just then, Jack came into the room again, and informed his granddad they were done. Joe wasted no time in telling his boy what we'd discussed, and Jack cast me a glance or two.
"Are you sure this is alright Ms. Carroll?" he asked shyly. "I don't want to impose."
"I nodded and gave him a smile. "Of course. I wouldn't have offered, otherwise. And please, it's Ellie, alright? Now, let's go home. It's getting late, and I long for my bed."
I got my stuff, and to my delight, Jack insisted on carrying my briefcase. I loved the fact that this wasn't him trying to impress me. This was just who he was, and I found it really charming. Chivalry wasn't dead, it seemed. We said good bye to Joe, and stepped into a cab, and headed for home.
A while later, we arrived at a large, old storehouse, not too far from Joe's. I bought the whole place, years ago, and built a loft over a part of the main floor, and created a home. We went in, through a small side door, and with a grin, I flicked on the lights, and Jack gasped when he saw what the main floor contained.
I am an avid collector of many things, but I've always been a bit of a motorhead. Not that I enjoy fixing stuff. I simply like driving, and owning nice, motorized transport. And knowing how curious Jack was about... well, almost anything, I had no doubt he recognized every item.
While I collect such things because I like them, I also view them as investments, because every single thing in that garage is completely original, and as such, increases in value, each year.
"A '68 Fastback... A '48 Panhead... Oh! An original Norton 16H!"
"You like what you see, baby?" I asked. I took a bit of a risk, using that kind of endearment, but I was fairly sure he wouldn't notice, given how excited he was.
"Yeah!" he exclaimed, and hustled over to my 1970 Hemi Challenger. I don't know why, but I've always preferred the Challenger over the Charger.
"Plum Crazy Purple, with a black vinyl roof, and a pistol shifter," I informed him. "The only way to go." I watched him go with a smile, while enjoying a freshly lit Divine.
He simply nodded in agreement, and looked it over. His hands kept clutching my briefcase, so as not to be too tempted to touch. I appreciated it. It showed respect for my things, and by extension, for me. He looked at everything, the '78 Countach, the Lancia 037, and '74 Dino 246 GT. And, of course my '67 2000GT. I hadn't gotten my hands on a ´69 240Z back then, but I have rectified that.
Eventually, he roamed over to the crown jewel of my collection. My 1958 Corvette. It wasn't the most valuable thing in there, but I just love it so much. Apparently, as did Jack, but I had a feeling the Hemi was his favourite.
"If you're a good boy, I might let you take my Challenger out for a spin, once the weather improves. It might be a while, since winters in the Hinterlands last a long time."
"Really?" he asked excitedly.
"Sure," I confirmed, with a light chuckle. He was just so damned adorable!
"Well, we can moon over my babies some other time, Jack. It's time for bed."
"Right.!"
He followed me to the lift, and opened the gate, and in we went. Once we'd reached the top, he once again opened the gate, and we entered my living quarters. Jack went and put my briefcase on the counter, and his backpack onto the floor, then made his way over to me.
"Can I take your coat?"
He gave him a smile. "Sure," I said, and stepped out of it, and he went and put it away. I could get used to that kind of treatment. Once that was done, he took a moment to look around. The place is one, big open space, aside from a corridor to the right of the lift, where the three bedrooms are. I have a nice kitchen, with all the most modern equipment, and further in, almost directly across from the lift, was a cozy, leather sofa, in front of a large fireplace. I still have it. Bolted on the wall, above the fireplace is a large flatscreen TV. And on the floor, is a large, fluffy bear rug.
I watched him walk around, and noticed that it wasn't the TV that captured his interest. It was my bookcases, which lined almost every empty space available on the walls. I love books, and I am an avid collector of those, as well. Many, rare first editions can be found in those shelves. And a lot of other, less impressive books. His eyes lingered on a couple of paintings of landscapes, and the ancient piano, which I had bought some time ago.
"I love your place, Ellie," he said with a smile. "It feels nice. Homey."
"Thank you, sweetie. I appreciate the compliment. Now, your room is the first one on the right, down the corridor. My room is at the end. Use the bathroom across from your room. I have my own ensuite.
We made our way down the corridor, and I opened the room. It was a simple room. A bed, a full bookcase, and a desk.
He entered the room, and put down his pack, then suddenly turned around, and hugged me tightly, for a moment, before letting me go.
"Thank you, Ellie. For everything. I'll try and earn it."
"Oh, I've no doubt. But honestly? The work thing was more for your grandfather's benefit, than anything else."
He shook his head firmly. "No! I won't take charity, Ellie. I'll work hard, I promise."
Yes, I realized I'd made a good choice. The boy had a strength, and character. "Alright. Let's talk about that further in the morning, then. Good night."
I walked over to my own bedroom, and into my closet, and removed my clothes. I put on my robe, made my way over to the bathroom, and turned on the water. Once it was warm, I shed my robe, and stepped in. I sighed, content as the water ran down my body. Today had turned out great, after all. I soaped my body, and fondled my cock for a moment, allowing it to grow erect. I almost gave in and stroked myself off, but willed my hands away.
No, I would not do that any more. I decided then and there, that any load from by balls would always end on, or in, Jack. Assuming my seduction of him was successful, and it would be, of that I had no doubt. I'd have to be real careful around his grandfather, though. I didn't want him to find out, before I'd gotten my hooks deep into Jack...
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I woke up at seven thirty, as usual, and made my way over to Jack's room, and found it was partly open. I peeked inside, and discovered he was completely dead to the world. I closed the door with a soft click. The day before had been really something, and I wasn't surprised at all, to find he was exhausted.
I had a small Greek yogurt, and a kiwi, then got dressed, and headed to the office, but not before leaving a note for Jack on the counter.
I've gone to the office, and don't expect to be back until seven.
I want you to take it easy today, and relax.
Could you be a dear, and cook us something to eat?
Thanks, sweetie.
Ellie.
I was really interested to find out if he could cook. If that was indeed the case, then I was one lucky girl, because, I really don't like to cook, myself. Once that was done, I put on my coat, and headed for work.
At noon, I texted my friend Sherri, and asked her to meet me for lunch. We'd not met for over a week, and I missed her company. I arrived before her, at Carli's, a somewhat fancy place down the street from where my office is. A few minutes later, she arrived. I waved and eyed her as she made her way over to me.
She is a stunning girl my age, who originally comes from an island in the south. Tall, though not quite as tall as me, she has rather large breasts, and curves in all the right places. She has lovely, straight black hair, and gorgeous, cinnamon coloured eyes.
And she has a lovely, large cock. Unlike me, however, she is a transexual. When we were starting to become friends, I once asked her if she'd ever considered going all the way. To say it in her words: "Hell no! How am I supposed to fuck guys in the ass, and cum into them, if I do that?"
I stood up, and hugged her. "Hey, girl!"
"Hey yourself," she said, and sat down. She reached into her purse, and brought out a pack of her own 140's, and lit one up. "How's it going?" she asked, and exhaled slowly.
Once I'd lit up one of my own cigarettes, we began talking, and sharing stories of the week, and were soon laughing and teasing one another. Then the waiter arrived, and we dug into out meals, and were quickly done, and lit up again, as soon as we were.
"Holy shit!" she suddenly exclaimed, causing at least three other patrons to look at her with an annoyed expression.
"What?" I hissed at her.
"You've met someone," she whispered with a smug smile.
Damn. Of course she would pick up on it. "I have."
"So, what's his name? What's he like?" she asked, and took a large drag.
I debated whether or not to tell her the truth, but eventually decided, I just couldn't do anything else. She was such a dear friend, and understood my struggles better than anyone else in my life.
"His name's Jack. He only came into town yesterday, and I met him at Joe's, and we had an instant connection. I like him a lot, and I plan on trying to see if he'd be willing to explore it further." I took a drag on my cigarette.
She grinned her devilish grin. "You mean to seduce him, you succubus."
I laughed at her antics. "Well, yes," I said through my exhale.
"So why didn't you do it yesterday? If you had such a great connection, I'm certain he wouldn't have said no."
At that I became a little embarrassed. "He's Joe's eighteen year old grandson, Sherri. I have to be careful, if I want to bring Jack into my life, the way I want to, and still remain friends with Joe."
Sherri simply stared at me. "Are you being serious right now, Elizabeth Carroll?"
"Completely," I said, and took a massive drag on my cigarette, then put it out.
She gave me a strained smile, and reached over and put her hand on mine. "You never have it easy, do you? He's gorgeous, then?"
"Oh, yes. Kind of small, and feminine looking, but all man on the inside. And intelligent, and funny. Has my kind of humour, actually."
"Oh, you're a goner, babe. He's ticking all your boxes."
"Yes," I said, and tapped my pack of cigarettes. "All my boxes."
She looked shocked. "No! Really? He'd let you do that?"
"He'd probably beg me to, actually," I informed her with a smug smile. "He couldn't keep his eyes of me last night, and I put on a little show. I even had him light me up."
Sherri leaned back in her chair with a sigh. "Lucky bitch," she murmured. You see, Sherri also has a smoking fetish, and quite enjoys having a cigarette, while fucking someone in the ass.
"You think you'd be willing to share?"
I pretended to think about it. Truth was, I absolutely wanted to have a nice spit roast, with my gorgeous friend. I grinned at her pout.
"One day, perhaps. I'm going to have to make him completely addicted to me and my cock, before risking him too close to a vixen like you," I told her, and we shared a laugh.
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When I got home, I was greeted by the smell of fried chicken and vegetables. I was about to take off my coat, when I felt a pair of hands grab it.
"Allow me, Ellie," Jack said, and I stepped out of the coat.
I turned around, and my heart skipped a beat. He was wearing a slim fit shirt, and similar jeans as he had the day before, and over those, he was wearing an apron. My god, he was just so beautiful.
"Thank you, sweetie. Mmmmm, something smells delicious."
He blushed, and made his way into the kitchen, and tended to the pan. "It's just something I like to make. It's nothing fancy, but it tastes great."
"I'm sure it does," I said, and went to the shelf, picked out a couple of dishes, as well as some utensils, and laid the table.
"Wine?" I asked, and fetched a bottle from the rack, and a couple of glasses.
"Ah, not for me, thanks. I don't drink alcohol. Besides, I'm under age.
I grinned mischievously. "I wouldn't tell anyone."
I pulled the cork on the wine, and let it breathe for a while. Jack then brought the pan to the table, and we had a lovely meal. Once we were done eating, I went to the living room, and put some wood into the fireplace, and got a fire going, while Jack washed the dishes. For some reason, I liked that he did them by hand, instead of using the machine.
I stood in front of a window, and looked over the river, with a glass in my hand, and enjoyed watching the falling snow. It felt soothing. Then I heard a note play on the piano, and turned around to find Jack standing by it, running his hands over it.
"You play, sweetie?" I asked.
He nodded. "I've been known to dabble a bit. My... mother demanded I learned to play an instrument, so I chose to take lessons on the piano."
I walked over to a cabinet, picked out an ashtray, and a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter, then brought them to an antique coffee table, and sat down in the matching divan. How perfect, that I'd placed both by the piano.
"Play for me," I demanded, and lit up a cigarette, then leaned back a bit on the divan.
"Sure. What would you like to hear?"
I shrugged, and inhaled a drag, which I exhaled in his direction. "You choose. I'm sure I'll like it."
"Alright."
Then he began playing, and the song had a distinct romantic feeling to it. The cheeky bastard. He was still hitting on me, and he was getting better at it, I had to admit. Actually, this was a very good move. Subtle. Well, I wasn't going to lose to an eighteen year old, who was getting full of himself. Besides, once I cranked things up, he wouldn't stand a chance.
So, I put on a show, pulling out all the stops with my smoking, and stared at him the whole time. He, of course responded, and didn't take his eyes of me, as he played song after song, and I smoked cigarette, after cigarette. It felt absolutely wonderful, and I realized, that if things kept going like that, I might end up fucking him before the next week was out. And honestly? I didn't mind a bit.
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After that night, we settled into a rhythm. I introduced Jack to Marcus, the chef in the soup kitchen, and he was glad for the added help. I would come home around seven, and always, there would be a meal waiting for me. Jack would always greet me at the door, and take my coat, and then feed me. Some would say he was acting like a housewife, but I didn't feel that way. He was simply wanting to make an effort at his new home. Work ethic. Something that is lacking in the youth of today.
A week after Jack moved in, we watched the film adaptation of The Princess Bride, and Jack was right, it was a fantastic film, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Though, I'm not sure my companion saw much of it, because he spent the whole of it watching me smoke, out of the corner of his eye.
Then, we passed a milestone in our relationship, two weeks after Jack began living with me. I'd come home a bit later than usual, after a very long day in court. I wasn't hungry, and simply dropped into the sofa with my cigarettes. I pulled of my heels, and winched a little bit.
"Something bothering you, Ellie?" Jack asked, and made his way over to the sofa.
I shook my head. "My feet are just a little sore, sweetie. It's not easy to wear them all day in court."
He sat down in the sofa, closer to me than usual, and a sudden idea struck me. I put my stockinged feet in his lap.
"Would you massage my feet for me, sweetie?"
He was quiet for a moment, before he gave a hesitant nod. He took my left foot in his hands, and began kneading my feet, and it felt wonderful. I lit up, and watched him through half lidded eyes. I would exhale slowly, just past his head, and I could tell he was having trouble concentrating because of a growing problem.
I made sure to keep my foot still, so as not to embarrass him, but I felt a thrill, knowing he was hard, because of me. Not that I didn't suspect he jerked off, thinking about me. Still, it was nice to know. He moved onto the other foot, and did just as well, and I decided he'd earned a reward. I took a large, double drag, completely filling my powerful lungs, and for the first time, I exhaled straight at him.
I enveloped him in a cloud of thick, creamy smoke, and I saw him close his eyes, and lean his head back just a little, as he shivered in erotic delight. At that moment, I was glad, that, rather early on in life, I developed masterful control over my body, and I know, that if that wasn't the case, then my skirt would have tented massively at that point. And it wasn't just the sight in front of me that was making it difficult. Not cumming for over two weeks was hell for me, but I'd persevere, as the rewards would be out of this world.
"Did you like that, baby?" I asked, took another drag, and exhaled straight at him, again.
"Yes," he said, his voice barely a whisper.
"You like watching me smoke?"
"I do," he whispered.
Another drag, another exhale. "Would you like it, if this became part of our nightly routine, sweetie? If I would share my smoke with you, like this?"
"Yes," he confessed.
"Good," I simply said, and smoked him some more.
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And it did become routine. Every night, we would sit together in the sofa, in front of the fire, and do something. Read a book, watch a film. I'd smoke my cigarettes, and occasionally, I'd indulge in our mutual fetish, and bathe him in my smoke. I was a little curious that he never showed any inclination of wanting to smoke, himself.
I was really happy about that, because I prefer non smokers as lovers, strangely enough. I wonder, though. Given the amount of smoke I blow at him, can he be considered a non smoker, by now? Oh, well...
Time went by, and we were becoming closer and closer, and we fell in love more, each day, but still we hadn't taken it any further than the nightly smoke sessions, and I was becoming frustrated. I'd not cum in a month, and my girl was starting to scream at me to bend Jack over the kitchen counter, and ream his ass, until he wouldn't walk right for a week.
Another thing that was a slight wrinkle in my plans, was that Joe was visiting more and more. I didn't mind, because Jack needed to get to know his grandfather, and Joe was my greatest friend, but it did force me to slow things down a bit.
I sighed as I stared at the computer screen at my office. As enjoyable as things had been, up until this point, I had to step it up. I'd become crazy, otherwise. Well, I'd always been a bit of a huntress, a ruthless predator, when going for someone I wanted. Perhaps it was time to let her loose for a bit.
That night, I came home from work, and as usual, Jack took my coat, and put it away. However, this time, before he could go into the kitchen, I grabbed him by the shoulder, turned him around, and crushed my lips against his.
He let out a startled moan as I pushed him up against the wall. I then retreated a fraction of an inch, at which point, Jack tried to open his mouth to speak. I used the opportunity, and thrust my tongue into his mouth, and explored it for a while. Was this his first kiss? How wonderfully exciting. I could teach him, and mould him into my perfect lover.
Finally, I let him go, and he stared up at me with a dazed expression. "What just happened?" he croaked out after a while.
"I kissed you, baby. And I'd really like to do it again," I said, and put a finger under his chin, raised his head, and placed a soft, gentle kiss on his lips.
"Now, I'm going to shower, while you finish cooking. Then we're going to eat, and once that's done, I'll give you a lesson, or two about kissing. Sound good?"
Not bothering to wait for a reply, I walked down the corridor to my room, and had a quick shower. I emerged from my room, wearing nothing but a small kimono, that barely reached my knees. I had tied it somewhat loosely in the front; I wanted to give my prey ample cleavage to look at as we ate. I just hoped he would actually eat something.
I had debated myself, in the shower, whether or not to go without panties, and keep myself tucked in, but I finally decided to go without, and 'accidentally' reveal my secret to him, later that night, when he would massage my feet.
The sadistic part of me, wanted to keep the secret hidden, and then spring it on him, in the heat of the moment, when I was ready to take him for the first time. Get him all hot and horny, desperate for sex, and then watch as he struggled with himself, and finally caved and took my girl in his mouth.
I've done such things before, and while doing stuff like that can be fun, and exciting, I felt it might not be such a great idea that time. I didn't think Jack would take well to being ambushed like that. Besides, starting what I hoped might possibly become a relationship on something like that, felt wrong.
I entered the kitchen, and laid the table, as usual, and I felt an immense satisfaction, knowing his eyes were all over me. As well they should be. He might not know it yet, but I was his mistress, and a servant's attention should always be on his mistress, and her needs. God, did I have needs, by now.
We ate, and Jack washed the dishes, and put everything away, as I lounged on the sofa, smoking and watching him. He finally wandered over to the sofa, and I could see he was exceedingly nervous. Good. The young, little shit had been starting to feel somewhat uppity.
He sat in the sofa, a bit further away than I would have liked, but that could still be used to my advantage. I would simply order him to come closer, and it would only reinforce my superiority. I sat up a little further, and by some fortune, the robe slid of my right shoulder, and exposed some of my breast, and naturally, Jack's eyes became glued to it.
I leaned against the back of the sofa, and crossed my legs, which made the robe slide a bit up my thighs, which again, I was perfectly happy with. I was pretty certain he was wondering by now, whether or not I was wearing panties, and I had to smile in my mind, when I pictured his reaction to seeing my girl, later.
My left hand played with a lock of hair on the back of my head, as I brought a newly lit cigarette to my lips, and took a strong double drag, then exhaled onto Jack, who was blushing adorably on the other end of the sofa.
"Sit next to me, baby," I began in a throaty voice. "I can't kiss you if you're all the way over there."
I saw him hesitate, trying to understand what was happening. I exhaled another lungful of smoke his way, hoping to jolt him into action, and succeeded. He timidly moved closer to me, and I gave him a sexy smile as I exhaled on him, again.
He leaned toward me, and as we came together, I wondered if he'd dislike my smokey mouth, but discarded the thought out of hand. I honestly didn't care if it bothered him. He would simply have to endure it, because I would absolutely be smoking, if possible, when we would be intimate.
Of course, the boy would have to understand that his mistress' needs and desires came before his own. In sexual matters, at least. I had no intention of controlling Jack's life any further than that. Unless he wanted me to, of course.
As our lips made contact, I brought the hand holding my cigarette to the back of his head, holding him in place as my lips gently massaged his, and he reciprocated clumsily, but eagerly. Oh, this was going to be so much fun. I decided then, that I wasn't going to say anything during our session, but merely perform the act, and see how well he adjusted.
To my delight, Jack was a very observant student, and quickly understood what I liked in a kiss, and how to respond. We kissed like that for a moment, before I leaned back, took a large drag on my cig, and exhaled in his face, then leaned in for another kiss.
This time, I licked along his lips, and he instinctively opened his mouth, to allow my tongue access. We kissed like that for several minutes, with the occasional break, so that I could indulge in my cigarette. Eventually, I decided he'd had enough stimulation for one night, and gently eased away.
"How did you like that, baby?" I asked, and reached for my cigarettes. I lit one up, and exhaled his way, before leaning back against the the arm of the sofa, to bring my legs up to his lap.
Of course, when I felt the boy's raging hard on, I couldn't resist moving on to the next stage of my plan. I moved my right leg a little bit, which opened up the lower part of my robe, and then gently raised my left knee, and casually played with his crotch.
"Seems to me you enjoyed it, darling," I said huskily, and took a drag.
There was no reply, as he stared at my crotch, and I had to fight back a victorious grin. I knew he was looking at my girl, who was on full display. I was extremely gratified to see his expression was not one of revulsion, or even worse, anger.
He looked shocked of course, but the look quickly changed to that of wary interest, and curiosity. I threw a mental fist in the air, as I inhaled a massive drag, and exhaled onto him, again. I had him! And tomorrow night, I was going to blow my load down into his tummy.
"Darling?"
Jack shook his head clear, and gave me a timid smile. "It was great, Ellie, thank you."
"Oh, it was no bother, dear! It was quite fun. Now, don't you think I deserve a nice foot massage, as a thank you?" I asked with a pout, and took a drag.
"Yes, of course."
He took my left foot in his hands, and the massage was great, but his mind wasn't on his task. I couldn't blame him, really. Especially, since I'd allowed my girl to grow a little, and he kept stealing glances at her. Adorable, as always. He finished the massage, and we rose from the sofa, to go to our beds.
We came upon his room, but before he could open the door, I pressed my whole body up against his, and kissed him with immense passion. I then surprised him by reaching down, to grab his cock and balls. He squealed a bit, and a leaned back, and gave him a wicked grin.
"Good night, darling," I said, and gently squeezed his genitals. "No touching yourself until I say you're allowed. Can you do that for me, sweetie?"
He gave me a shaky nod. "Good boy," I said and kissed him on the top of the head. "Rest, my sweet, and don't bother with dinner tomorrow. Because we won't be eating. Instead, I'm going to blow your mind."
And with that I left him shaking with need in the hallway.
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It was a wonder how I got any work done, the following day. I was completely distracted, my mind flooded with thoughts of how wonderful it would feel, to feed my cock to Jack's willing mouth. Or images that showed me how simply divine he would look, skewered upon my throbbing girl, as I flooded his insides with my seed.
I made it through the day, but just barely. Having finished off my last client, and knowing Joe had, at my urging, just gone on a two week vacation with a woman he was seeing, I sent my secretary an e-mail, telling her I was going to take at least the next two weeks off. It would give Jack and me a while to ourselves. I quit my office, hailed a cab, wondering how to proceed.
I finally made it home, and entered the garage. I eyed the small gym I'd had installed in one corner of the garage, and a naughty idea formed in my mind. There was something I'd always wanted to do, but the opportunity had never presented itself, but I was willing to bet Jack was getting desperate.
Assuming he'd done as I had asked, which I felt certain he had, he would fall to his knees, and do everything he could, to have his release. I smiled as I made my way into the gym, and took of my fur coat. I then proceeded with removing my blouse, skirt, bra, and panties, but left on the lace top sheer thigh highs, and red pumps. And my necklace. Once I'd done that, I put my fur coat back on and put a pack of cigarettes in the pocket, but left my lighter. Then I headed for the lift.
I exited the lift, and had taken a few steps into the apartment, when Jack came rushing down the hallway. I smiled at him, and removed a cigarette from my pack, and brought it to my lips.
"Light me up," I demanded. He reached into a pocket, brought out a lighter, and lit flicked it on. Carrying that lighter was a habit he'd formed some time ago, and I assumed he simply wanted to always be ready, whenever I felt like having him light my cigarettes.
I brought the tip of my cigarette to the flame, and took a cheek hollowing drag. I inhaled very deeply, and then exhaled straight into his face. "Thank you, darling," I said with a smile, and caressed his cheek, with the hand holding the cigarette.
I cast a glance at the ceiling, and frowned. "Lights, thirty percent!" I called, and immediately, the lights dimmed, to create a much more pleasant atmosphere.
I turned my attention back to my prey. "How are you feeling, darling?" I asked, and exhaled another deep drag into his face.
"Answer me!" I hissed. "And be honest with your mistress." Again, I exhaled in his face.
"I'm about to explode, I'm so horny... mistress," he replied hesitantly, not quite grasping the sudden change in dynamic. It wasn't so much a change, as it was me simply asserting myself more than usual.
"Oh, my sweet. That simply won't do!" I said in a dramatic, slightly mocking tone. I took another long drag on the cigarette, took his hand, and led him to the fireplace, where I took the last drag, and flicked the butt into the fire. Jack was looking at me expectantly.
"You want a release, darling?" I asked, and ran a hand through his hair.
"Yes, please," he replied, his tone slightly desperate.
I almost laughed at how pitiful he was. Ah, to be young, and undisciplined. Try abstaining for a month, you little shit! Instead of saying anything, however, I put a slight pressure on the top of his head, and he slowly sank to his knees.
"You'll have to earn it, sweetie," I said huskily, and let the coat fall to the floor, allowing him to see me completely naked for the first time.
I put a hand on his head again, and fondled his scalp, but not pressuring him into doing anything. It would have to be his decision. It didn't mean I couldn't tempt him, though. He stared at my circumcised girl, as if in some kind of trance. I couldn't blame him. She is incredibly beautiful, after all.
My free hand slowly reached down, and began playing with my thick forest of pubic hair, and I could see him react a moment later. I always shave my balls, my perineum, and whatever hairs I can find on my anal area, but I only lightly trim the hair above my girl.
I like running my fingers through it whenever I jerk off, but there is another thing I love about it. It makes my natural scent and musk that much more potent, and it drives some guys crazy when they feel it wash over them, and it looked like Jack was one of them, because he was practically salivating.
"You want her, Jack?" I asked, and reached for the mantle, and into a small box, and extracted a cigarette, silently praising myself, for stashing them all over the place. I lit the cigarette, took a monstrous drag, which I exhaled down at my sub.
"Yes," he answered, without taking his eyes of her.
"She's yours, then."
He slowly leaned in, and kissed my glans, and I moaned. Finally!
"Take her in your hands, and play with her, baby," I urged, and exhaled his way again, making him shiver. Oh, he was loving it, alright.
He gently took my girl in one hand, and I could see the sheer weight of my cock surprised him. Well, he wasn't the first one to react that way, but I was very seriously wondering if he might be the last to have the privilege.
He began pumping his fist back and forth, while his other hand cupped my large balls, and began playing with them, rolling them around, and he kissed them occasionally. For his first time, he really wasn't doing too badly.
After a few moments of this, my cock was at half mast. I made my way over to the sofa and sat down, then leaned back, and pointed to my cock. "Keep going, darling."
As he crawled over to me, I put out the cigarette I had just finished, and reached for another one, and lit it. Jack then put my cock in his mouth for the first time, and the feeling was indescribable. I took a huge drag on the cigarette, and exhaled down at him.
"Swirl your tongue around the tip, and play with the slit. Oooh, that's it," I moaned through an exhale, and leaned my head back. This was amazing.
"Now, suck, sweetie, " I demanded, "and take as much of her as you can. But be gentle. My girl doesn't like to be suckled on too hard. And maintain eye contact, darling, even if I should throw my head back. And you will not stop, until I tell you to, understand, sweetheart? Even if I cum, you will not stop. I'll be giving you many loads tonight, and you'll take them all, without missing a drop."
Jack did as I commanded, and began loving on my girl, who I was just about to set free. I relaxed, and felt her begin to rise, until she was standing in all her glory. All twelve inches of her. I saw my pet's eyes bug out, but I was rather proud of him, when he kept going, and sucked and licked through his surprise.
I took a drag of my cig, and exhaled it straight at his face, and saw him close his eyes and moan in pleasure. God, the vibrations felt amazing! And my girl certainly approved, as I felt myself get closer and closer. I let him go for a while longer, and smoked him as much as I thought he could take, when I felt myself begin to crest the hill.
"Mmmmh," I moaned, and took a massive drag. "I'm about to cum, baby. Remember, take it all, do not waste my gift!"
One hand on the back of his head, forced my cock into his throat, and then held my sweet boy in place, as I felt it begin. The other hand brought the cigarette to my lips and I took an incredibly long drag, which I inhaled, just as my body went rigid, and I began cumming into Jack's throat.
I came and I came, while he swallowed around my girl, which felt utterly amazing. Eventually, I slumped back in the sofa, and exhaled the smoke into the air. I'm telling you, blowing my load, while my lungs are bathed in smoke, is probably the most satisfying thing I do. It enhances my orgasms exponentially.
I craned my neck, and saw my darling boy gaze up at me, from his spot on the floor, and I couldn't help but give him a loving smile. He'd done so well! There wasn't a single drop of my seed on his chin, or around his mouth, except for some on his upper lip, which had obviously spilled from his nose.
I could have warned him, and told him how forcefully, and how much I cum, but where would the fun be in that? I noticed my cigarette was burned out, so I reached for another one, and lit it. I then exhaled my first drag onto Jacks face.
"That was incredible, baby. Now, keep going. I have much more to give you, and I want you to have it all!"
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Some time later, I leaned against the headboard of my bed, with a newly lit cigarette, and took a drag. As Jack nursed me down from my latest cum, I wondered just how often I'd blown my load into him? It had to be quite a number, because his stomach was looking like he'd eaten a meal for five, all by himself.
I took a look at my alarm, and saw it was after midnight. He'd been sucking on my cock for almost five hours? Well, colour me impressed! That was some dedication. No wonder he did so well in everything he put his mind to.
"How are you feeling, darling?" I asked, and gave him a long, warm exhale.
"Full, mistress," he admitted, looking a bit embarrassed.
I couldn't help, but laugh. "Good. I wouldn't be much of a mistress, if I let my pet go hungry, now would I?"
He whimpered a bit, and I glanced at his rock hard penis. I supposed he'd earned his release. I mentally grinned. I was fairly sure he hadn't guessed how I was going to give it to him.
"Take off your underwear, join me up here, pet," I commanded him.
He did as he was told, and as soon as he was within reach, I grabbed him, and gave him a long, sensual kiss, full of tongue, not minding my own taste upon his tongue. I even gave him a long, luxurious exhale, for good measure. I carefully put my cigarette in the ashtray, and opened the bedside table drawer, and brought out a bottle of lubricant.
"Get on all fours, baby," I told my pet, and he complied, instantly.
"Such a good boy," I gushed, and ran my hand through his hair.
I coated two fingers with the slick substance. "Now, darling, I want you to relax, and take a deep breath. I'm going to put a finger in you ass, alright."
I felt him work to relax, and was gratified when he gave me a look that told me he was ready. I leaned down, and gave him a kiss. "This is going to open up a whole new world for you, sweetheart," I whispered, and gently, but insistently pushed my finger into his tight hole.
He gasped, and instinctively arched his back down, but I ran a soothing hand up and down his back, then reached for my cigarette, and gave him a calming exhale.
"That's it, darling," I said, and blew some more smoke into his face. I began moving my finger in and out, and did so for a while, before adding the second one. I worked them for a bit, before I pressed down on his prostate, which caused him to groan.
"Wha-what are you doing, mistress?" He asked in a little whimper.
Adorable! "I'm massaging your prostate, baby. I want to show you how some men, and I think you're one of them, can cum without touching their cocks."
I became more vigorous in my efforts, and he was beginning to mewl, almost. I reached for my cigarette, and took a nice double drag, before putting it out. I exhaled at him, once again, before ruthlessly attacking his button, and he eventually came with a long moan, and collapsed on the bed.
"Good boy!" I praised him. I got off the bed, and made my way over to my dresser, and opened a drawer, where I kept my toys. I rummaged around for a bit, shuffling about my whip, cane, and flogger, and a few other things.
I'd never used any of them, but I had a feeling my pet would be willing to explore them with me, but that was something we'd need to sit down, and have serious discussion about. Doing something like that, was at a whole other level, than what we had going on at that time.
Finally I found what I was looking for, and brought it out of the drawer. I slowly walked over to the bed, admiring Jack's body, as he lay trembling on the mattress, his eyes closed. I climbed onto the bed, and straddled his legs, effectively pinning him down.
"Tomorrow, I'm going to make love to you, sweetheart. I want you to understand, just what that means. It means I am going to slide my long, thick, throbbing cock into your asshole, and fuck you, until I flood your insides with my seed."
I let him process that for a bit. "And in case if you're wondering if you will ever get to do the same to me, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. I'm a total top, darling. I do not bottom. Ever. I tried it, once. Back when I was eighteen, and trying to find my place in life, and I absolutely hated it."
"Will it hurt?" He asked in a small voice, and sounded a little uncertain.
"Yes, it will hurt. I am quite large, after all," I said, and bent down to kiss him on the shoulder. "But the pain only lasts for a moment, sweetheart. You remember how good my fingers felt. My cock is going to feel so much better. I promise it'll be worth it, and you're going to want it again, and again."
I reached for the lube, and coated the object I'd retrieved from the drawer earlier, and brought it down to his face. "This is a butt plug, baby. I'm going to put it in your ass now, and I recommend you keep it in there as much as you can, until tomorrow. It'll help you take my cock."
I placed the tip of the plug at his hole. "Are you ready, darling?"
He gave me a nod, and I smiled at him, and slowly pushed it in. Jack groaned in discomfort, as it stretched his hole, until it slipped inside and his ring closed around the stem.
"You did well, pet," I said, and laid down on the bed. I reached for the blanket and spooned him from behind. Of course he was the little spoon, he was tiny, compared to me.
I felt him relax in my embrace, and I relished the gentle intimacy. I kissed his shoulder again, and whispered in his ear. "I'm proud of you, darling. Now, I want you to wake me up in the morning by sucking out a load from my cock. Can you do that?"
"Yes," he replied drowsily.
"Good boy," I whispered, and nibbled on his ear, before I closed my eyes and went to sleep.
000000
I moaned when I woke up to the glorious sensation of a warm and wet mouth on my cock. I opened my eyes, and found Jack's own, locked on mine. I must have been pretty tired, to not wake up when he began blowing me, because I was getting close. I reached for a cigarette, and just managed to light one up, and inhale a large drag, before I erupted in his mouth.
How he managed to swallow it all, without spilling any, is still a mystery to me, because I shot my load into his mouth with such force, I thought I would tear his head off. I eventually stopped cumming, and wiggled myself up against the headboard. I took a drag on my Divine, and gazed lovingly down at Jack, who was resting his head against my thigh.
"Come up here, and kiss me, darling," I said, and inhaled a big drag. Obediently, Jack crawled up to me, and once I'd given his face a creamy exhale, a small gesture in thanks for an amazing blowjob, we began kissing. We must have spent an hour kissing, and simply enjoying each other's company, when I felt the need to take a shower.
"I'm going to take a shower, baby," I said, and put out my cigarette, after one last drag. "Care to join me?"
Naturally, he did.
"Are you hungry, sweetie?" I asked, once we were done in the shower, and I had to laugh at the look on his face.
"Are you serious? I'm so full of cum, I doubt I'll have to eat again, before Easter."
"Well, at least it's healthy, baby," I said with a grin. "Chuck full of protein, unlike those sugar bombs you young'ns eat, these days."
I threw on a long silk robe, and I didn't bother with the sash. I wanted my cock on display, my sweetie hot and bothered. I left my room, my hips swaying enticingly. I was going to get myself a cup of coffee, and an apple, maybe. Once in the kitchen, I stole a glance out the window, and found there was a raging blizzard outside. I turned on the news, and discovered the city was completely snowed down.
Oh, woe was me! That meant I would have to spend the whole day on the sofa, in front of the fire, smoking my Divines, with my sweet Jack between my legs. Such distressing news!
I was very pleased to learn Jack had gone to the living room, and gotten the fire going, because the apartment was becoming very warm, and cozy. Of course, that meant my cock and my balls would feel nice and relaxed. Stay warm and large, for his eyes, and mouth to feast upon.
I quickly finished my breakfast, made my way to the sofa, a fresh pack of cigarettes in my hand. I sat down, and asked Jack,who was working the fire, to come join me. When he meant to sit on the sofa, next to me, I held up a hand, and stopped him. He waited expectantly.
"Light me up," I demanded softly, and he did so, promptly. I took a large drag, and motioned for him to get on his knees, between my legs. He did, and was rewarded with my smoke in his face.
"I want you to service my cock now, sweetheart. I don't want to cum. I just want you to love on it, until I tell you to stop."
I took another drag, and treated him with a snap inhale, and a facefull of smoke. "Will you stay on your knees for me, until I say otherwise, love? Even if it becomes uncomfortable, you'll endure it? For me?"
His answer was the correct one; he simply smiled, locked his eyes on mine, and took my flaccid cock in his mouth.
I leaned back in the sofa, my eyes heavy lidded. "What did I do, to deserve you, darling?" I asked, and inhaled a particularly satisfying drag. "We're going to have so much fun, you and I."
We spent several hours like that. I would smoke my cigarettes, and Jack would divide his time between sucking on my cock and balls, and kissing my smokey lips. And occasionally, he would nurse on my big breasts. While all this was very pleasant, there was another point to all this.
You see, what I didn't tell Jack, was that all this attention he was giving my cock, and especially my balls, really got my cream production going. My balls were just about bursting with cum, by then. I sighed contently, knowing I was almost ready to take my sweet, darling Jack. I took a drag on a cig.
"Baby?" I said, and gently exhaled my lungful of smoke his way.
"Yes?" he inquired, as he stroked my shaft slowly.
"Are you ready for me to take you further? To fuck you?"
"Yes, mistress," he replied instantly, and gave my cock a kiss. "Please take me."
I smiled a satisfied smile, and quickly finished my cigarette, with a hot triple pump. So much smoke! It felt glorious. It took me at least a couple of full breaths to fully exhale all the creamy smoke, but I knew Jack would take it, as he always did.
As I stood up, I let the robe fall from my shoulders, to pool onto the floor. I simply stood there for a moment, enjoying his awestruck gaze. I wondered if he would always look at my like that, and the prospect was extremely appealing.
I made my way over to the fluffy bear skin rug, in front of the fireplace, and smiled at Jack. "Come, pet. It's time I made you mine." I pointed at the rug. "Remove your briefs, then get down on all fours, and present your ass to me. Stay in that position, until I come back."
"Yes mistress," he replied, and did as he was told. Always such a good boy!
I ventured to my bedroom, and grabbed my bottle of lube, and was just about to head back to the living room, when I felt like putting on some lace thigh highs, and my trusty, red pumps. I walked slowly back to the living room, and made sure my heels clicked-clacked properly on the floor, announcing my return. My sharp eyes noted him shivering in anticipation.
As I walked towards him, I kept my eyes on his ass, the black end of the plug prominent between his cheeks. It would soon be filled with something else. I stopped by the coffee table, to pick up a pack of cigarettes, and my lighter. I made my way in front of Jack, who was following me, and my cock, specifically, with his eyes.
I pulled out a cigarette, and lit it, before I placed both on the mantle piece, within easy access. I eyed the pack I'd left on the coffee table, and was glad it was almost two full packs. I could fuck for hours, and I would spend the whole of them with a cigarette.
I let the cigarette dangle between my lips, and popped open the cap of the bottle of lube. I was about to coat my cock with it, before a thought hit me. I had a servant on his knees, in front of me. Why not have him do it?
I handed him the bottle. "Lather me my cock with this, pet. Make me ready for you," I commanded, and exhaled a long stream of smoke down on him. Jack dutifully accepted the lube, and squeezed a generous amount into his palm, and set to work.
He grabbed my cock, and began making it ready, while I watched him, and smoked my Divine. Once I was fully erect, and prepped, I thanked him with a cloud of smoke, and took the bottle of lube from his hands. I then walked behind him, my rock hard, glistening cock bobbing with each step. Oh, my girl couldn't wait.
I knelt down, and ran my hands all over his behind, admiring how firm it was. Perfect. Then I gabbed the plug, and gently removed it from his ass, with a pop. His ass gaped very slightly, and I was almost overcome with the need to slam myself into him. But that wouldn't do. I'd have to be gentle for his first time.
I took a long drag on my cigarette, and exhaled slowly onto his ass, and was glad to hear him moan, when he craned his neck to see what I was doing. I winked at him, before coating two of my fingers with a large dollop of lube. I gently pressed them inside, worked them for a moment, and even caressed his prostate a bit. Not too much, of course. I had my cock for that.
Once I felt he was as ready as I could make him, I eased his legs apart a bit, and took up my position, between them. My cigarette, once again dangling, I placed on hand on his left hip, while my other lined my cock up with his hole.
"Are you ready, sweetheart," I asked, and took a large drag, which I exhaled through my nose.
"Y-yes, mistress," Jack whispered.
"Alright, baby. Here I come."
I pressed my cock at his ring, for the first time, and Jack instinctively moved away, as if he was frightened. Which he probably was, to be honest. I let my tip rest there for a moment, and exhaled a lungful of smoke toward his head, and felt him relax.
"That's right," I said softly. "Relax, love. Otherwise, it'll hurt much more."
I began pressing once more, and this time, my pet did not move, but instead took a deep breath, and I felt him relax even more. I put more pressure on his hole, which was slowly giving way to my meaty cock. Eventually, I popped inside, and let out a long moan of ecstasy, as I sunk myself into him at least three inches. At last! I felt a little bad when Jack let out a small scream of agony, as I forced myself inside, but he would have to endure it.
I stayed still for a moment, allowing him to adjust to my girth. "Deep breaths, darling," I cooed, and gave him an exhale. "Just remember to breathe. That's it, sweetheart. The pain will go away soon enough, and you'll drown in pleasure, I promise."
After a moment, Jack pressed himself slightly back. "I'm ready for more, mistress," he said in a strained voice. I smiled. He was so brave, and devoted. I let the cigarette dangle between my lips, and grabbed his other hip, effectively holding him in place.
I thrust myself a further three inches deep, and moaned in pleasure, increased with a deep inhale. "You feel wonderful, darling," I said through an exhale. "So tight around my cock. Now, take a deep breath, my sweet; I'm going in all the way."
Once I felt he was ready, I grabbed his hips tightly, and in once smooth motion, hilted myself, and he grunted in discomfort. I leaned my head back, and ran a hand through my hair, as I took a monstrous drag on my Divine. I exhaled onto his back, and brought the hand holding the cigarette down to his hip, and grabbed it.
"I'm all the way in, darling. God, you look gorgeous on my cock. How does it feel, to have twelve inches of girl-cock in your ass?"
Jack didn't answer, and merely panted with the effort of accepting me. A thin sheet of sweat covered his body. So lovely.
I circled my own hips for a while, stretching him as much as I could, before I began pulling out again, leaving only my tip inside. I gazed down at our bodies, and how far apart we were. My cock really is ridiculously big. I slowly pressed in again, and angled my thrust, so that I would stroke my cock across his prostate.
Honestly, though? My cock is so large, that I don't have to do anything special for it to work his button over. My girl completely flattens it, and whenever I fuck him, he's delirious with pleasure the whole while.
A gasp of pleasure escaped his lips, and I felt my lips form into a beaming smile. "There you go, darling! And this is just the beginning. It'll feel so much better in just a moment, when you've become used to me."
And now, I began to properly fuck him. I decided I was going to slowly long dick him, for his first time, to use my whole cock. I set to my task with determination, and fairly soon, the boy was mewling with pleasure. A moment later, I leaned my head to the side, to exhale some of my lovely smoke his way. I discovered his tongue had lolled out of his mouth, and that his eyes were completely misted over in pleasure. Then, he came on my cock, with a shudder.
Seeing that, almost made my cum on the spot. How perfect could one person be? Or how compatible could a pair of human beings be? I had the cock, and he had the ass, and they matched together seamlessly. It was as if we had been created for one another. I felt his ass contract as he began cumming, again, and again. I felt my love for Jack soar above the heavens, at that moment. I was never going to let him go. He was mine, now and forever.
That thought brought me over the edge, and I slammed myself into Jack, as I began cumming with a long, drawn out groan. The first blast almost jolted Jack off my cock, but I held him fast. I came, and I came, and completely filled his insides with my cum.
Jack had finally lost the strength in his legs, and dropped onto the rug, but I was ready for it, and managed to follow him, and keep my cock in his ass.
"Oh, we're not done yet, sweetie," I said softly, and began thrusting my cock in and out of him again. "Your mistress has plenty more cum to give you, and you'll take it all, won't you?"
All I received as a reply was a sluggish moan, as my cock worked over his prostate. I reached over and lit another cigarette. Yes, this would be a very satisfying afternoon.
000000
It was early evening, and I was furiously fucking myself into Jack's hole. His head was resting against the rug, and his ass pointing into the air. He was moaning, and groaning wantonly. Aside from our moans, a loud squelching sound could be heard, as I fucked him. There are few things I love more, than fucking a hole, I've turned into a soggy, cummy, mess. There's hardly any friction by then, but seeing my cock pull out, covered in my own cum is just so amazing.
We'd been going at it for hours, and I had to admit I was incredibly impressed with my boy's endurance, and determination to make me feel good. I felt him cum, again, but knew nothing was coming out, any more. He was completely milked dry, and had been, for a long time.
Eventually, I came, and deposited a sizeable load into him, and then dropped myself onto him, my breath laboured. I rolled over onto my back, and reached for my cigarettes. I put one between my lips, and lit it. I exhaled happily into the air, then turned my head, to gaze into Jack's own. I kissed him softly on the lips.
"How are you doing, baby?" I asked, and rolled onto my side, my head resting on the raised palm. I took a drag, and exhaled into his face slowly.
"Wonderful, mistress. Sore, but wonderful."
I smiled at him, and brushed a lock of hair from his face. "You did incredibly well, darling. This was the greatest sex I've ever had. Period."
The ex-virgin, got a teasing glint in his tired eyes. "Mine, too," he said with a grin.
I chuckled, and got up to my knees, and reached for the plug, and put it back into his ass. "We wouldn't want you to lose my gift, now would we?" I asked rhetorically, and finished my cigarette. Then, I reached for a blanket, before lying down next to him, once more.
"Cuddle with me, darling," I told him, and he snuggled up to me, one leg draped over mine, his knee against my happy, spent cock which was resting on my thigh. I draped the blanket over us.
"I love you, Ellie," he said, and gazed adoringly into my eyes, and I completely melted.
"I love you too, Jack," I replied warmly, and gave him a passionate kiss.
"Now, get some sleep, darling. I'm going to want to have you again, before morning."
And I did.