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Exchanging Addictions
Exchanging Addictions
Isla tries to give up smoking... and finds a new addiction.
Based on a post by DaxDante.
Listen to the Podcast at Steamy
Stories.
Part One - Resolution
"Ugh! For fuck's sake!"
Jake dashed from the living room into the kitchen. Isla
stood at the counter, gripping the countertop in her hands. Her head hung, long
dark hair covering her face. Her briefly focused on the roundness of her ass,
bulging through her jeans.
"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned for his flat-mate.
"There's not a single fag in the flat! I've looked
through every cupboard, every drawer!"
"Well, yeah," replied Jake, relieved it wasn't
something more serious. "You threw them out. Or gave them to your
mates."
"I know, but I thought I must have missed some! I'm
never that thorough." She turned to look at him, a pleading look on her
face. "You don't have any, do you?"
Jake shook his head.
"I haven't smoked in years, you know that." He
stepped over to her, putting his hand on her slender arm. "I know it's
tough, but you can make it. It's only been a week."
"I know! That's what's so fucking awful! I've barely
made it through a week, how can I keep this up?"
Isla had given up smoking for New Year's. She'd managed to
cut down from ten-a-day to five over the last few months, and thought a New
Year's resolution was the perfect opportunity to give up for good. She hadn't
really believed just how tough it would be.
"When I was giving up," said Jake, "I was on
nicotine gum for weeks. You should get some of that."
"No, that's no good. It's just giving up one hook for another."
"Well, you were looking for a smoke just now," he
pointed out.
"That doesn't count," said Isla, convincing
neither herself nor her flat-mate. She'd idly picked up a pen off the counter
and was flapping it about in her hand. Looking around, she absently put it in
her mouth, moving it around with her tongue. Jake felt a brief surge of arousal
at the sight.
He and Isla had lived together for a couple of years now,
matched up by a mutual friend when they both needed somewhere to live. They'd
both had a few partners over that time, nothing ever lasting longer than a few
months. Jake had developed a huge crush on Isla, and she knew it, but she never
really minded. It was flattering, and aside from a little flirting, it never
really came up. Certainly it never bothered her. Sometimes she heard Jake
wanking in his room, the tell-tale slap and occasional grunt giving it away
when he thought she wouldn't hear. It turned her on just a little to imagine
that maybe her was thinking of her when he did that.
Isla was about average height, reasonably slim, with a
decent pair of tits and, she didn't mind admitting, a pretty fantastic ass. She
thought she was quite pretty, and plenty of men had been into her over the
years. Jake thought she was beautiful, with a stunningly gorgeous body, and he
never missed an opportunity to check out her ass when she was turned away from
him. For his part, Jake was fairly tall, averagely handsome, also dark-haired.
He'd always wanted to be a little taller, a little more muscular, a little
better looking. Isla thought he was pretty nice to look at, nothing to get in a
twist about. Not that she hadn't wondered about it from time to time.
She caught him watching her as she rolled the pen around her
lips.
"What?"
"You need something to take your mind of the
craving," he said. "Something to do with your hands and your mouth.
If you're not going to smoke or chew gum, or use vapes or anything else you
could get addicted to, you'll need something else."
"Don't suggest food. I don't want to get fat."
Getting fat would just make that ass bigger, thought Jake,
but shook his head.
"Okay... what else could you use your mouth
for...?"
He chuckled as the obvious suggestion popped into his head.
Isla got there a split second later.
"Oh, don't be disgusting!" she snapped,
half-jokingly.
"Well, it would be something to do with your mouth and
your hands," he noted, "and you did say you enjoyed it."
Ah, shit, she thought. Never get drunk and let things slip
to your horny flat-mate.
"I wish I'd never told you that," she said. It was
true, she did really love sucking cock, but that wasn't the point. "I
don't even have a boyfriend right now," she pointed out.
"Like you'll ever have trouble getting one," he
pointed out. Getting turned on and suddenly feeling self-conscious, he turned
to leave, but couldn't resist adding, "or I could always take one for the
team!"
Isla sighed and shook her head, promising herself that she
had to cut down the flirting she allowed between them. Still, she couldn't fail
to notice the bulge in his pants just before he turned to leave.
Part Two - Cigarette
Hours later, Isla lay on her bed, scratching at her arms and
biting her lip. The craving was getting worse. She looked to her bedside table,
at the collection of chewed up pens and pencils she had left in her wake.
Jesus, this was getting ridiculous. It wasn't just the craving for nicotine or
the sensation of a cigarette in her mouth. The conversation with Jake earlier
had been running through her mind. She'd even watched some blowjob porn on her
phone, silently in case he was listening, and quickly made herself come, but
that had only made it worse.
After another ten minutes lying there, unable to get the
idea out of her head, she slapped her hands down onto the mattress and pushed
herself out of bed. She stormed into the living room, where Jake was watching
TV.
"Okay," she said breathlessly, before she could
change her mind. "Let's do it."
Jake turned to her, still half-watching his show.
"Do what?"
"I'm going nuts in here. I've got to go back to work
tomorrow and unless I think of something I'm going to be awake all night
fighting these cravings."
"So...?" he added, not quite able to believe what
he hoped she might be getting at.
She sighed anxiously.
"I want you... to let me... suck your..." she
stopped, an overwhelming surge of embarrassment washing over her.
"Woah," said Jake, standing up, "that was
just a joke. I mean, it's not that I wouldn't... you know, I would, but...
wouldn't it make things weird?"
She looked him in the eye, setting her face so he knew she
was serious.
"Right now, I don't care. You put this idea in my head,
and unless I get something in my mouth, I'm going to crack. Can I do it?"
Jake found himself unable say anything. Almost unthinkingly,
he unzipped his pants, pulling them and his underpants down far enough that his
cock, already semi-hard from the very thought of it, flopped out.
Isla slowly, nervously got to her knees, looking longingly
at the hardening cock. She'd often wondered what Jake's cock would be like, and
he hadn't disappointed her. Now almost at full hardness, it was at least seven
inches long and of a decent, solid thickness. Reaching out her right hand, she
gently held it, unrolling the last of Jake's foreskin to fully reveal his
swollen helmet.
"Are, are we really doing this?" Jake stammered.
"Shush," whispered Isla. "Don't say
anything."
She leaned forward, opening her mouth, extending her tongue
to meet his waiting head. She'd always had a love-hate feeling for the taste of
cock, that peculiar flavor, strange at the best of times, revolting at the
worst, depending on the man (or, one surprising night, woman, when she'd
discovered a friend of hers was trans and couldn't resist trying the
experience). But there was nothing else like it, and the combination of that
taste with the feel of hot, hard flesh in her mouth was unbeatable.
Hell, it tasted better than cigarettes, in any case.
Jake's flavor was actually pretty nice. Isla moved her
tongue over the head, before bobbing back and forth on his now rock-hard cock.
Jake moaned gently, which turned Isla on even more. Her cunt now slick and wet,
she slipped her right hand down her pants, steadying herself with her left on
the floor. Using just her head, she sucked and slurped, increasing speed and
pressure as her excitement rose. It seemed like hours to both of them, but in a
little under ten minutes, Jake let out a guttural grunt. His cock got somehow
even harder in her mouth as it erupted, thick spunk shooting over her tongue
and at the back of her throat. Gagging just a little, her fingers frantically
going at her clit, Isla came, the surge of wetness matching the fluid shooting
into her mouth.
She involuntarily increased pressure, but the sudden hard
suck was too much for Jake's tender cock and he pulled out with a gasp. Isla
wiped away the trickle of saliva and semen that had escaped her mouth, pulling
her other hand out of her underwear. She stood up, barely able to make Jake's
eye.
"Thanks," she mumbled, after swallowing.
"Good night."
She turned around and dashed back to her room, leaving Jake
standing there, his deflated cock still hanging out and dripping.
Part Three - Cigar
The next morning, Isla got up, showered and dressed as
normal, trying not to think too hard about the night before. She was always up
earlier than Jake but she made sure to be prompt and quiet this morning. She
couldn't believe that she'd actually done that last night. It was going to
change everything between them. Flashes of it kept coming back to her: the look
of his cock, the feel of it, the taste of his spunk, the noise he made when he
came in her mouth. She tried hard to put it out of her mind so she could focus
on the day ahead. And she still needed a fucking cigarette!
The morning was tricky. Back to work after New Year was
never easy, especially when you were going through the combined struggle of
nicotine withdrawal and unstoppable filthy thoughts. Isla's job was basic,
boring admin at an office in town, as part of a marketing company. It was dull
on a good day, frustrating on a bad one, and today was somehow both. Her need
for a smoke increased throughout the day. Twice she left the office to run to
the newsagent, stopping herself in time and buying sweets instead of fags.
Twenty minutes before the end of the day, she allowed
herself to finish early and went for a "smoke break." The rest of the
team were used to her doing that, and to be fair, half of them did it too. This
time, though, she was just going to enjoy the brisk January air and try to get
her head in order before she went home and had to face Jake again.
Once upon a time there had been a smoking room in the
office, a brief idea that soon became history once smoking in the workplace had
been banned altogether. So now, the smokers went out onto the roof, via the
fire escape. It was a shorter walk than going downstairs to the car park.
Heading up to the roof, her coat and scarf tightly wrapped
round her, Isla was dismayed to see Steve up there already. She knew there was
a chance someone would have the same idea as her, but she'd really hoped she
could have some time to herself. Instead, Steve was there, all six-foot-three
of him, a tall, well-built black man dressed in a suit. He was the head of the
outbound marketing team. Everyone liked him, most of the women had a bit of a
thing for him. He was handsome and charming, and right now he was puffing on a
cigar.
Jesus Christ, I can't take this, though Isla, turning to go
back inside.
"Isla?" came Steve's deep voice. "You Okay?"
She stopped and turned back.
"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just... I'm trying to give up
smoking, so being around cigar smoke is going to be too much right now."
She rarely smoked them, but she preferred cigars to cigarettes. They tasted and
felt better, although they could be harsh on the throat if you inhaled.
"Oh, sorry," he said, stubbing the cigar out on
the railing at the edge of the roof and pocketing it once he was sure it was
cool. No point wasting it, thought Isla. Her eyes followed from his big hand
entering his pocket to his crotch. She'd often wondered just how big Steve's cock
was, and from the line of his pants it was nothing to be ashamed of.
"You sure you're Okay?"
She sat down on the one flimsy metal chair that furnished
the roof space.
"I'm struggling a bit. Giving up is harder than I
thought it would be, and I've been trying to find other things to do to take
over the habit."
He stepped up closer to her. His crotch was now virtually
eye level.
"Like what?"
"I can't tell you," she said, turning red with
embarrassment and giggling.
"Well, now I've got to know," he laughed.
Fuck it, she thought. She wondered if she might be getting
hysterical, but she couldn't help but tell him.
"Um, I've... I've tried replacing cigarettes with...
with cock."
Steve burst out laughing, a surprisingly high-pitched laugh
for a man with such a deep voice.
"Don't take the piss," he said, smiling at her.
"I'm serious!" she snapped. Stupid -- that was a
perfect way out but she couldn't let someone accuse her of making shit up.
"I sucked my flat-mate's cock last night because it was the only thing to
take my mind off smoking."
Steve stood there quietly for a moment.
"Did it work?" he asked, eventually.
She thought about it.
"Yeah, it did. I actually felt loads better afterwards.
Aside from not being able to look him in the eye."
"I'm about a foot taller than you. That should make it
easier to not look me in the eye."
She looked up at him, disbelieving.
"You mean...?"
"Anything for a member of the team," he chuckled,
stepping closer still.
A stunned smile spreading across her face, Isla reached out
for his pants, carefully unzipping his fly.
"Now, please bear in mind that it is very cold out
here," noted Steve.
Isla reached in to his underpants and pulled out the biggest
soft cock she'd ever seen. It was bigger than most erections she'd seen.
"Fuck..." she gasped, "if that's what it's
like when you're cold..."
She rubbed Steve's fat black cock, rolling his foreskin back
and forth, the heat of it a contrast against the cold air. It hardened rapidly,
increasing on its already remarkable size until it was a good nine inches long,
at least. Thick and with a strong vein down the side, it was the most appetizing
thing Isla could remember seeing.
"Fuck..." she said again, before lowering her
salivating mouth onto it. Absently, she noted that Jake's tasted better, but
the feel of this monster in her mouth was incredible. She sucked greedily on
it, the huge head taking up half of her mouth. Carefully, she tried to take
some of the shaft in, but could only manage a couple of inches.
"That's it," muttered the owner of the beast,
"take it all in."
Isla had never really been one for deep-throating, but the
idea of it had always turned her on, and she turned to it more often than not
in her occasional porn viewings. The very idea of taking this massive schlong
down her throat almost made her gag on its own, but at the same time, she
couldn't lie to herself when her pussy was so wet at the thought of it. Gingerly,
she moved her head forward, feeling that huge head pushing at the back of her
throat.
She gagged, pulling away, a long string of drool still
connecting her lips to Steve's cock.
"You can do it, baby," he crooned, putting his
huge left hand on the back of her head and guiding her back.
Again, she took his cock in her mouth, letting him move her
head towards him. This time she was prepared, and coped with the feeling of it
against her throat. Suddenly, he thrust forward, pushing past the barrier, his
mighty cock sliding down her throat. She gagged again, panicking, but this only
made him moan and chuckle more.
"You're Okay, baby," he said. "You can take
it."
Forcing herself to relax, Isla let Steve thrust his enormous
cock back and forth. She'd fantasized about a face-fucking like this, and now
it was happening. She couldn't touch herself, holding onto Steve's legs to stop
him forcing her even further onto his cock, but she was getting so turned on
she thought she might come just from the sensation in her throat.
Thankfully, Steve didn't last long. After no more than a
couple of minutes, the feel of her tightening throat brought him to orgasm. He
emptied himself directly into her throat and pulled out, saliva dripping from
his big, dark cock. Isla sat there, coughing and spitting as he pulled away.
Steve tucked away his cock and zipped up, before taking a
handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiping his hand on it. He tossed it to
Isla.
"There you go babe. Clean yourself up and take an early
finish."
Part Four - Menthol
Isla spent her evening in a daze. She said hi to Jake, but
when he tried to talk to her, she made an excuse, saying she was tired from
work and not feeling well and would see him later. In all fairness, it was
true. She was exhausted and her throat was tender. She went to sleep quickly,
obscene thoughts running through her head.
The ninth of January came and went. Steve acted like nothing
had happened, but said he hoped to see her on a smoke break sometime. Isla
found herself eyeing up the male members of the team, the guy who came to fix
the photocopier, even the bloke who ran the newsagents, her eyes drawn to their
crotches.
One thing she wasn't craving, though, was cigarettes...
until about halfway through the tenth, when the urge to smoke overcame her
again. After spending half her lunch hour trying not to think about smoking,
she caved and went to the newsagent. Only a moment's walk from the office, it
was always convenient, and she'd become quite chatty with the young Arabic man
who worked there on weekdays.
"Hi," he said, smiling at her as she came in.
"You're just in time. I was going to lock up for lunch."
"You don't usually do that," she pointed out.
"It's been a slow day," he said. "Thought I'd
make the most of it."
They chatted for a bit while Isla argued with herself in her
head about whether she was going to buy a pack of fags or not.
"It's a shitty time of year for us," he said,
defeat on his handsome features. "Everyone is on their resolutions, no
one's buying booze or fags or porn. It's boring as hell."
"Yeah," she admitted, "I've given up
smoking."
"Is that why you keep coming in and buying sweets
instead of fags?" he laughed. God, he really was handsome, wasn't he?
Dirty thoughts burst into her head.
"What's your name?" she asked, suddenly.
"Abdul," he said, "Why?"
"Well, I've been coming in here for a while," she
said. "About time I got to know you properly. I'm Isla."
"Nice to meet you Isla. Look, do you mind if I lock up?
Now that I've promised myself a break I don't want anyone else storming in.
Don't worry, I'll let you out when you've bought your sweets."
"Oh, don't think sweets are going to cut it
today," she said, watching Abdul as he locked the door and pulled down the
shutter.
"What can I get you then? Are you on menthol or regular
these days?"
"Actually," she said, stepping closer to him,
"I've been trying something else to help me kick the habit."
"Sorry," he said, "we don't sell nicotine
gum. We do have a few vapes though. Different flavors."
"Hmm..." she said, a wicked thought crossing her
mind. "Do you have any condoms?"
Abdul looked puzzled, then hopeful. "Sure thing...
why?"
"Pick your favorite flavor," she said, "and
put it on."
"Are you serious?" he said, his handsome features
displaying utter shock.
"I'm not going to fuck you," she said, quickly,
"but I really want to suck your cock." She smiled. "The condom's
just for f
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Exchanging Addictions
Isla tries to give up smoking... and finds a new addiction.
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Part One - Resolution
"Ugh! For fuck's sake!"
Jake dashed from the living room into the kitchen. Isla
stood at the counter, gripping the countertop in her hands. Her head hung, long
dark hair covering her face. Her briefly focused on the roundness of her ass,
bulging through her jeans.
"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned for his flat-mate.
"There's not a single fag in the flat! I've looked
through every cupboard, every drawer!"
"Well, yeah," replied Jake, relieved it wasn't
something more serious. "You threw them out. Or gave them to your
mates."
"I know, but I thought I must have missed some! I'm
never that thorough." She turned to look at him, a pleading look on her
face. "You don't have any, do you?"
Jake shook his head.
"I haven't smoked in years, you know that." He
stepped over to her, putting his hand on her slender arm. "I know it's
tough, but you can make it. It's only been a week."
"I know! That's what's so fucking awful! I've barely
made it through a week, how can I keep this up?"
Isla had given up smoking for New Year's. She'd managed to
cut down from ten-a-day to five over the last few months, and thought a New
Year's resolution was the perfect opportunity to give up for good. She hadn't
really believed just how tough it would be.
"When I was giving up," said Jake, "I was on
nicotine gum for weeks. You should get some of that."
"No, that's no good. It's just giving up one hook for another."
"Well, you were looking for a smoke just now," he
pointed out.
"That doesn't count," said Isla, convincing
neither herself nor her flat-mate. She'd idly picked up a pen off the counter
and was flapping it about in her hand. Looking around, she absently put it in
her mouth, moving it around with her tongue. Jake felt a brief surge of arousal
at the sight.
He and Isla had lived together for a couple of years now,
matched up by a mutual friend when they both needed somewhere to live. They'd
both had a few partners over that time, nothing ever lasting longer than a few
months. Jake had developed a huge crush on Isla, and she knew it, but she never
really minded. It was flattering, and aside from a little flirting, it never
really came up. Certainly it never bothered her. Sometimes she heard Jake
wanking in his room, the tell-tale slap and occasional grunt giving it away
when he thought she wouldn't hear. It turned her on just a little to imagine
that maybe her was thinking of her when he did that.
Isla was about average height, reasonably slim, with a
decent pair of tits and, she didn't mind admitting, a pretty fantastic ass. She
thought she was quite pretty, and plenty of men had been into her over the
years. Jake thought she was beautiful, with a stunningly gorgeous body, and he
never missed an opportunity to check out her ass when she was turned away from
him. For his part, Jake was fairly tall, averagely handsome, also dark-haired.
He'd always wanted to be a little taller, a little more muscular, a little
better looking. Isla thought he was pretty nice to look at, nothing to get in a
twist about. Not that she hadn't wondered about it from time to time.
She caught him watching her as she rolled the pen around her
lips.
"What?"
"You need something to take your mind of the
craving," he said. "Something to do with your hands and your mouth.
If you're not going to smoke or chew gum, or use vapes or anything else you
could get addicted to, you'll need something else."
"Don't suggest food. I don't want to get fat."
Getting fat would just make that ass bigger, thought Jake,
but shook his head.
"Okay... what else could you use your mouth
for...?"
He chuckled as the obvious suggestion popped into his head.
Isla got there a split second later.
"Oh, don't be disgusting!" she snapped,
half-jokingly.
"Well, it would be something to do with your mouth and
your hands," he noted, "and you did say you enjoyed it."
Ah, shit, she thought. Never get drunk and let things slip
to your horny flat-mate.
"I wish I'd never told you that," she said. It was
true, she did really love sucking cock, but that wasn't the point. "I
don't even have a boyfriend right now," she pointed out.
"Like you'll ever have trouble getting one," he
pointed out. Getting turned on and suddenly feeling self-conscious, he turned
to leave, but couldn't resist adding, "or I could always take one for the
team!"
Isla sighed and shook her head, promising herself that she
had to cut down the flirting she allowed between them. Still, she couldn't fail
to notice the bulge in his pants just before he turned to leave.
Part Two - Cigarette
Hours later, Isla lay on her bed, scratching at her arms and
biting her lip. The craving was getting worse. She looked to her bedside table,
at the collection of chewed up pens and pencils she had left in her wake.
Jesus, this was getting ridiculous. It wasn't just the craving for nicotine or
the sensation of a cigarette in her mouth. The conversation with Jake earlier
had been running through her mind. She'd even watched some blowjob porn on her
phone, silently in case he was listening, and quickly made herself come, but
that had only made it worse.
After another ten minutes lying there, unable to get the
idea out of her head, she slapped her hands down onto the mattress and pushed
herself out of bed. She stormed into the living room, where Jake was watching
TV.
"Okay," she said breathlessly, before she could
change her mind. "Let's do it."
Jake turned to her, still half-watching his show.
"Do what?"
"I'm going nuts in here. I've got to go back to work
tomorrow and unless I think of something I'm going to be awake all night
fighting these cravings."
"So...?" he added, not quite able to believe what
he hoped she might be getting at.
She sighed anxiously.
"I want you... to let me... suck your..." she
stopped, an overwhelming surge of embarrassment washing over her.
"Woah," said Jake, standing up, "that was
just a joke. I mean, it's not that I wouldn't... you know, I would, but...
wouldn't it make things weird?"
She looked him in the eye, setting her face so he knew she
was serious.
"Right now, I don't care. You put this idea in my head,
and unless I get something in my mouth, I'm going to crack. Can I do it?"
Jake found himself unable say anything. Almost unthinkingly,
he unzipped his pants, pulling them and his underpants down far enough that his
cock, already semi-hard from the very thought of it, flopped out.
Isla slowly, nervously got to her knees, looking longingly
at the hardening cock. She'd often wondered what Jake's cock would be like, and
he hadn't disappointed her. Now almost at full hardness, it was at least seven
inches long and of a decent, solid thickness. Reaching out her right hand, she
gently held it, unrolling the last of Jake's foreskin to fully reveal his
swollen helmet.
"Are, are we really doing this?" Jake stammered.
"Shush," whispered Isla. "Don't say
anything."
She leaned forward, opening her mouth, extending her tongue
to meet his waiting head. She'd always had a love-hate feeling for the taste of
cock, that peculiar flavor, strange at the best of times, revolting at the
worst, depending on the man (or, one surprising night, woman, when she'd
discovered a friend of hers was trans and couldn't resist trying the
experience). But there was nothing else like it, and the combination of that
taste with the feel of hot, hard flesh in her mouth was unbeatable.
Hell, it tasted better than cigarettes, in any case.
Jake's flavor was actually pretty nice. Isla moved her
tongue over the head, before bobbing back and forth on his now rock-hard cock.
Jake moaned gently, which turned Isla on even more. Her cunt now slick and wet,
she slipped her right hand down her pants, steadying herself with her left on
the floor. Using just her head, she sucked and slurped, increasing speed and
pressure as her excitement rose. It seemed like hours to both of them, but in a
little under ten minutes, Jake let out a guttural grunt. His cock got somehow
even harder in her mouth as it erupted, thick spunk shooting over her tongue
and at the back of her throat. Gagging just a little, her fingers frantically
going at her clit, Isla came, the surge of wetness matching the fluid shooting
into her mouth.
She involuntarily increased pressure, but the sudden hard
suck was too much for Jake's tender cock and he pulled out with a gasp. Isla
wiped away the trickle of saliva and semen that had escaped her mouth, pulling
her other hand out of her underwear. She stood up, barely able to make Jake's
eye.
"Thanks," she mumbled, after swallowing.
"Good night."
She turned around and dashed back to her room, leaving Jake
standing there, his deflated cock still hanging out and dripping.
Part Three - Cigar
The next morning, Isla got up, showered and dressed as
normal, trying not to think too hard about the night before. She was always up
earlier than Jake but she made sure to be prompt and quiet this morning. She
couldn't believe that she'd actually done that last night. It was going to
change everything between them. Flashes of it kept coming back to her: the look
of his cock, the feel of it, the taste of his spunk, the noise he made when he
came in her mouth. She tried hard to put it out of her mind so she could focus
on the day ahead. And she still needed a fucking cigarette!
The morning was tricky. Back to work after New Year was
never easy, especially when you were going through the combined struggle of
nicotine withdrawal and unstoppable filthy thoughts. Isla's job was basic,
boring admin at an office in town, as part of a marketing company. It was dull
on a good day, frustrating on a bad one, and today was somehow both. Her need
for a smoke increased throughout the day. Twice she left the office to run to
the newsagent, stopping herself in time and buying sweets instead of fags.
Twenty minutes before the end of the day, she allowed
herself to finish early and went for a "smoke break." The rest of the
team were used to her doing that, and to be fair, half of them did it too. This
time, though, she was just going to enjoy the brisk January air and try to get
her head in order before she went home and had to face Jake again.
Once upon a time there had been a smoking room in the
office, a brief idea that soon became history once smoking in the workplace had
been banned altogether. So now, the smokers went out onto the roof, via the
fire escape. It was a shorter walk than going downstairs to the car park.
Heading up to the roof, her coat and scarf tightly wrapped
round her, Isla was dismayed to see Steve up there already. She knew there was
a chance someone would have the same idea as her, but she'd really hoped she
could have some time to herself. Instead, Steve was there, all six-foot-three
of him, a tall, well-built black man dressed in a suit. He was the head of the
outbound marketing team. Everyone liked him, most of the women had a bit of a
thing for him. He was handsome and charming, and right now he was puffing on a
cigar.
Jesus Christ, I can't take this, though Isla, turning to go
back inside.
"Isla?" came Steve's deep voice. "You Okay?"
She stopped and turned back.
"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just... I'm trying to give up
smoking, so being around cigar smoke is going to be too much right now."
She rarely smoked them, but she preferred cigars to cigarettes. They tasted and
felt better, although they could be harsh on the throat if you inhaled.
"Oh, sorry," he said, stubbing the cigar out on
the railing at the edge of the roof and pocketing it once he was sure it was
cool. No point wasting it, thought Isla. Her eyes followed from his big hand
entering his pocket to his crotch. She'd often wondered just how big Steve's cock
was, and from the line of his pants it was nothing to be ashamed of.
"You sure you're Okay?"
She sat down on the one flimsy metal chair that furnished
the roof space.
"I'm struggling a bit. Giving up is harder than I
thought it would be, and I've been trying to find other things to do to take
over the habit."
He stepped up closer to her. His crotch was now virtually
eye level.
"Like what?"
"I can't tell you," she said, turning red with
embarrassment and giggling.
"Well, now I've got to know," he laughed.
Fuck it, she thought. She wondered if she might be getting
hysterical, but she couldn't help but tell him.
"Um, I've... I've tried replacing cigarettes with...
with cock."
Steve burst out laughing, a surprisingly high-pitched laugh
for a man with such a deep voice.
"Don't take the piss," he said, smiling at her.
"I'm serious!" she snapped. Stupid -- that was a
perfect way out but she couldn't let someone accuse her of making shit up.
"I sucked my flat-mate's cock last night because it was the only thing to
take my mind off smoking."
Steve stood there quietly for a moment.
"Did it work?" he asked, eventually.
She thought about it.
"Yeah, it did. I actually felt loads better afterwards.
Aside from not being able to look him in the eye."
"I'm about a foot taller than you. That should make it
easier to not look me in the eye."
She looked up at him, disbelieving.
"You mean...?"
"Anything for a member of the team," he chuckled,
stepping closer still.
A stunned smile spreading across her face, Isla reached out
for his pants, carefully unzipping his fly.
"Now, please bear in mind that it is very cold out
here," noted Steve.
Isla reached in to his underpants and pulled out the biggest
soft cock she'd ever seen. It was bigger than most erections she'd seen.
"Fuck..." she gasped, "if that's what it's
like when you're cold..."
She rubbed Steve's fat black cock, rolling his foreskin back
and forth, the heat of it a contrast against the cold air. It hardened rapidly,
increasing on its already remarkable size until it was a good nine inches long,
at least. Thick and with a strong vein down the side, it was the most appetizing
thing Isla could remember seeing.
"Fuck..." she said again, before lowering her
salivating mouth onto it. Absently, she noted that Jake's tasted better, but
the feel of this monster in her mouth was incredible. She sucked greedily on
it, the huge head taking up half of her mouth. Carefully, she tried to take
some of the shaft in, but could only manage a couple of inches.
"That's it," muttered the owner of the beast,
"take it all in."
Isla had never really been one for deep-throating, but the
idea of it had always turned her on, and she turned to it more often than not
in her occasional porn viewings. The very idea of taking this massive schlong
down her throat almost made her gag on its own, but at the same time, she
couldn't lie to herself when her pussy was so wet at the thought of it. Gingerly,
she moved her head forward, feeling that huge head pushing at the back of her
throat.
She gagged, pulling away, a long string of drool still
connecting her lips to Steve's cock.
"You can do it, baby," he crooned, putting his
huge left hand on the back of her head and guiding her back.
Again, she took his cock in her mouth, letting him move her
head towards him. This time she was prepared, and coped with the feeling of it
against her throat. Suddenly, he thrust forward, pushing past the barrier, his
mighty cock sliding down her throat. She gagged again, panicking, but this only
made him moan and chuckle more.
"You're Okay, baby," he said. "You can take
it."
Forcing herself to relax, Isla let Steve thrust his enormous
cock back and forth. She'd fantasized about a face-fucking like this, and now
it was happening. She couldn't touch herself, holding onto Steve's legs to stop
him forcing her even further onto his cock, but she was getting so turned on
she thought she might come just from the sensation in her throat.
Thankfully, Steve didn't last long. After no more than a
couple of minutes, the feel of her tightening throat brought him to orgasm. He
emptied himself directly into her throat and pulled out, saliva dripping from
his big, dark cock. Isla sat there, coughing and spitting as he pulled away.
Steve tucked away his cock and zipped up, before taking a
handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiping his hand on it. He tossed it to
Isla.
"There you go babe. Clean yourself up and take an early
finish."
Part Four - Menthol
Isla spent her evening in a daze. She said hi to Jake, but
when he tried to talk to her, she made an excuse, saying she was tired from
work and not feeling well and would see him later. In all fairness, it was
true. She was exhausted and her throat was tender. She went to sleep quickly,
obscene thoughts running through her head.
The ninth of January came and went. Steve acted like nothing
had happened, but said he hoped to see her on a smoke break sometime. Isla
found herself eyeing up the male members of the team, the guy who came to fix
the photocopier, even the bloke who ran the newsagents, her eyes drawn to their
crotches.
One thing she wasn't craving, though, was cigarettes...
until about halfway through the tenth, when the urge to smoke overcame her
again. After spending half her lunch hour trying not to think about smoking,
she caved and went to the newsagent. Only a moment's walk from the office, it
was always convenient, and she'd become quite chatty with the young Arabic man
who worked there on weekdays.
"Hi," he said, smiling at her as she came in.
"You're just in time. I was going to lock up for lunch."
"You don't usually do that," she pointed out.
"It's been a slow day," he said. "Thought I'd
make the most of it."
They chatted for a bit while Isla argued with herself in her
head about whether she was going to buy a pack of fags or not.
"It's a shitty time of year for us," he said,
defeat on his handsome features. "Everyone is on their resolutions, no
one's buying booze or fags or porn. It's boring as hell."
"Yeah," she admitted, "I've given up
smoking."
"Is that why you keep coming in and buying sweets
instead of fags?" he laughed. God, he really was handsome, wasn't he?
Dirty thoughts burst into her head.
"What's your name?" she asked, suddenly.
"Abdul," he said, "Why?"
"Well, I've been coming in here for a while," she
said. "About time I got to know you properly. I'm Isla."
"Nice to meet you Isla. Look, do you mind if I lock up?
Now that I've promised myself a break I don't want anyone else storming in.
Don't worry, I'll let you out when you've bought your sweets."
"Oh, don't think sweets are going to cut it
today," she said, watching Abdul as he locked the door and pulled down the
shutter.
"What can I get you then? Are you on menthol or regular
these days?"
"Actually," she said, stepping closer to him,
"I've been trying something else to help me kick the habit."
"Sorry," he said, "we don't sell nicotine
gum. We do have a few vapes though. Different flavors."
"Hmm..." she said, a wicked thought crossing her
mind. "Do you have any condoms?"
Abdul looked puzzled, then hopeful. "Sure thing...
why?"
"Pick your favorite flavor," she said, "and
put it on."
"Are you serious?" he said, his handsome features
displaying utter shock.
"I'm not going to fuck you," she said, quickly,
"but I really want to suck your cock." She smiled. "The condom's
just for f