08-05-2008, 04:41 AM
My girlfriend's lesson Written by redmanrenegade
My girlfriend Nicole is 24. She is an incredibly sexy little girl, 5'4", 110 lbs., C cup tits, with blue eyes and long straight brown hair. She has an extensive leather wardrobe, including skin tight leather pants in black and red, leather biker jackets in black and white, four skirts, in black, brown, red and white, several pairs of boots, including thigh highs, a black vest, and a great black leather choker collar teddy. Nicole hardly ever goes out without wearing some of her leather gear.
Nicole is a very heavy smoker. She started smoking when she was 12. Nicole started on Marlboro Reds, and when she was about 20, switched to Newports. She's been a menthol smoker ever since. She now smokes about 2 packs a day of Marlboro Menthol Lights. When she's stressed, she buys Marlboro Menthol full flavors. I'm not a smoker, but I love Nicole's habit. I love the taste of her smoky breath and mouth, and I spend a lot of time kissing her deeply. I love to watch her lighting up, putting that white filter between her lips, touching the lighter's flame to the end of the cigarette, then seeing it glow orange as her cheeks hollow and she pulls that much needed smoke down deep into her lungs. Nicole is a very deep inhaler. She seems to try to take in as much smoke as she can with each drag. Sometimes she exhales long, sexy plumes, but other times, she hardly exhales at all, keeping all of that warm smoke in her body.
Nicole is known by all her friends and co-workers as the heaviest smoker around; her nickname among her friends is actually "L'il Chimney." Unfortunately, 12 years of heavy smoking have left her with quite a smoker's cough. Her smoky lungs get starved for air easily. I've seen her gasping for air after a flight of stairs. Nicole knows the health consequences, but says she can't imagine being without her cigarettes. If she wanted to quit, I would support her, but she loves how turned on I get by her smoking. It has made our love life even better.
Nicole is very soft; she has never been an athlete and never played sports in school. She is not the type of girl to work out or exercise in any way. She eats poorly and smokes like a chimney. She's just lucky that she has a young metabolism, which keeps her thin. She has no muscle tone, however, and her belly is especially soft. It's flat, with just a little pooch below her bellybutton, but it is very soft. Nicole wouldn't know what a sit up was.
One night we went out for a few drinks. Nicole looked great. Her eye makeup was heavy, and her lips were fire engine red to match her fingernails. She wore her black leather high heel boots which reached up to her knees, and tucked into the boots were her gorgeous skintight white leather pants. She wore a black leather belt and then a spandex tank top, which had a zebra design on it in black and white; the spandex tank top stopped above her navel, revealing her soft little belly. She put her lit cigarette between her heavily lipsticked lips and slipped on her black leather crop top motorcycle jacket. I nearly blew a load when she came up to me and gave me a deep kiss that tasted entirely of smoke.
We went to the local bar and chose a table. As I racked the balls, Nicole placed her pocketbook on the table, stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray, and reached in her pocketbook for a fresh pack of Marlboro Menthol Lights. She pounded the pack into her open palm, then removed the cellophane and the tin foil inside. She pulled out a cigarette and placed the white filter between her red lips. She flicked her lighter, touched the flame to the tip of the cigarette, and inhaled until it glowed orange. As she put down her lighter, she seemed to be trying to fill her entire body with smoke. She looked marvelous in her tight leather outfit pulling all that smoke into her lungs. I was glad it was cool in the bar so that she kept her leather jacket on.
When we were on our fourth game, our third drink, and probably Nicole's sixth cigarette, a group of 3 girls and two guys came in and took over the table next to ours. The guys all stared with wide-open mouths at Nicole and were whispering to each other. Their dates immediately noticed how Nicole had stolen the attention and sneered at her. Eavesdropping on those girls, I learned that their names were Jean, Debbie, and Liz. They were all slightly shorter than Nicole, probably about 5'7" or 5'8", but they were much stockier, and all of them had to be over 150 lbs., as well as being very plain looking. They were drinking beers, but none of them smoked. I had a hard-on thinking about the bad blood between them and sexy Nicole.
During the next game, Nicole walked around to the side of the table, placed her burning cigarette between her lips and leaned down to line up her shot. As she was taking the stick back, she struck Jean in the back. The two girls turned around at the same time. Jean yelled, "Watch what you're doing, you little slut!" Nicole finished taking her drag and said while exhaling, "Calm down. I didn't mean to hit you." Jean was irate, and screamed, "You think you can blow smoke in my face, you whore? Why don't we go outside?" When Nicole started backing up towards me, and obviously looked nervous, Debbie and Liz started taunting her, calling her a coward. Nicole's back was right to me when she nervously said, "Fine, I'll go outside. I'm not scared of a cow like you." Jean shot back, "We'll see you there."
As they walked out, Nicole turned to me, took a deep drag, and asked, "Oh my God, what should I do?" I was about to blow a load, and answered selfishly. I said, "Sweetheart, don't be scared of her. She's probably just talking trash. If you go out there, she'll probably back down." After another deep drag, Nicole replied, "You think so? Okay, but I've never been in a fight before." As she stubbed out her cigarette and lit yet another one, I encouraged her. "Don't worry. You'll be fine." I followed her to the door, staring at her little ass in tight white leather and the cigarette in her right hand that she constantly raised to her mouth.
When we exited, the three young athletes were right outside by a car. Jean yelled as she approached, "I'm surprised you came out, you whore. You're going to wish you didn't." Nicole was taking a deep drag from her cigarette as Jean approached her. Suddenly and viciously, Jean launched a right hand directly into Nicole's belly. Her fist smacked Nicole's soft midsection, right below her navel, where her skin met her tight leather pants. Nicole's cigarette flew out of her hand and she doubled over as if she had been shot. Nicole was gagging as she went down, and smoke was coming out of her mouth. The force of the punch had caused her lungs to expel all the smoke she just inhaled. As Nicole slumped down, Jean grasped her by the throat, and told her buddies to grab the victim.
Debbie and Liz grabbed Nicole's leather jacketed arms and held them behind her back. Nicole's face was etched in pain as Jean kept squeezing her throat in a chokehold. When Jean let that choke go, Nicole was gasping for air. The mighty punch had knocked the wind out of her. Jean wasn't satisfied, however, and lifted her knee back into Nicole's midsection, just below her gorgeous breasts. Nicole's legs were useless; she was limp in her attackers' grasp. Jean ordered them to lay her on the hood of a car.
Any good boyfriend would have stepped in to save his girl, but I was so mesmerized that I just stared in amazement, wanting badly to grab my bulging cock. Debbie and Liz bent Nicole back over the hood of the car, her hair resting on the hood and her soft body vulnerable. Liz grabbed Nicole's throat with both hands, choking her again. Nicole's hands moved from her injured midsection up to Liz's wrists, but she was not nearly strong enough to defend herself. Jean took advantage of the situation and repeatedly punched Nicole in her soft midsection, her fist smacking into Nicole's soft skin. She was taunting her too, yelling, "You little slut, your stomach feels like butter! I'm going to scramble your insides! Can't you breathe? Bet you're glad you smoke so much now!"
After several sickening blows to Nicole's soft belly, Jean called a halt to the attack. Liz released the chokehold, and Nicole slid off the hood of the car to the ground. She crumpled, gagging and gasping for air, her chest heaving, unable to get air to her smoky lungs. Jean said, "I hope you've learned your lesson" and the attackers left.
I rushed over to Nicole, who still couldn't breathe. I cradled her little body and carried her over to my truck, where I placed her in the passenger seat. She was starting to get air to her lungs and had begun crying in pain and fear. Her first words were when she hacked out, "I need my cigarettes." I opened her pocketbook, got her pack of Marlboro Menthol Lights, took out a cigarette, placed it between her lips, then flicked her lighter for her. Nicole inhaled deeply, then started coughing out smoke. She continued to force smoke down deep into her lungs, and eventually the nicotine calmed her. We returned to my apartment, and Nicole asked me to carry her in. I cradled her leather-encased body, and she wrapped her arms, lit cigarette between her fingers, around my neck. I laid her on my bed and somehow convinced her that sex might make her feel better. Her soft midsection and her neck were badly bruised, but Nicole loved sex and we had a great session, even if she could barely move.
Since then, Nicole has refused to go back to that same bar. I can only hope that she pisses somebody else off and gets attacked again.
My girlfriend Nicole is 24. She is an incredibly sexy little girl, 5'4", 110 lbs., C cup tits, with blue eyes and long straight brown hair. She has an extensive leather wardrobe, including skin tight leather pants in black and red, leather biker jackets in black and white, four skirts, in black, brown, red and white, several pairs of boots, including thigh highs, a black vest, and a great black leather choker collar teddy. Nicole hardly ever goes out without wearing some of her leather gear.
Nicole is a very heavy smoker. She started smoking when she was 12. Nicole started on Marlboro Reds, and when she was about 20, switched to Newports. She's been a menthol smoker ever since. She now smokes about 2 packs a day of Marlboro Menthol Lights. When she's stressed, she buys Marlboro Menthol full flavors. I'm not a smoker, but I love Nicole's habit. I love the taste of her smoky breath and mouth, and I spend a lot of time kissing her deeply. I love to watch her lighting up, putting that white filter between her lips, touching the lighter's flame to the end of the cigarette, then seeing it glow orange as her cheeks hollow and she pulls that much needed smoke down deep into her lungs. Nicole is a very deep inhaler. She seems to try to take in as much smoke as she can with each drag. Sometimes she exhales long, sexy plumes, but other times, she hardly exhales at all, keeping all of that warm smoke in her body.
Nicole is known by all her friends and co-workers as the heaviest smoker around; her nickname among her friends is actually "L'il Chimney." Unfortunately, 12 years of heavy smoking have left her with quite a smoker's cough. Her smoky lungs get starved for air easily. I've seen her gasping for air after a flight of stairs. Nicole knows the health consequences, but says she can't imagine being without her cigarettes. If she wanted to quit, I would support her, but she loves how turned on I get by her smoking. It has made our love life even better.
Nicole is very soft; she has never been an athlete and never played sports in school. She is not the type of girl to work out or exercise in any way. She eats poorly and smokes like a chimney. She's just lucky that she has a young metabolism, which keeps her thin. She has no muscle tone, however, and her belly is especially soft. It's flat, with just a little pooch below her bellybutton, but it is very soft. Nicole wouldn't know what a sit up was.
One night we went out for a few drinks. Nicole looked great. Her eye makeup was heavy, and her lips were fire engine red to match her fingernails. She wore her black leather high heel boots which reached up to her knees, and tucked into the boots were her gorgeous skintight white leather pants. She wore a black leather belt and then a spandex tank top, which had a zebra design on it in black and white; the spandex tank top stopped above her navel, revealing her soft little belly. She put her lit cigarette between her heavily lipsticked lips and slipped on her black leather crop top motorcycle jacket. I nearly blew a load when she came up to me and gave me a deep kiss that tasted entirely of smoke.
We went to the local bar and chose a table. As I racked the balls, Nicole placed her pocketbook on the table, stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray, and reached in her pocketbook for a fresh pack of Marlboro Menthol Lights. She pounded the pack into her open palm, then removed the cellophane and the tin foil inside. She pulled out a cigarette and placed the white filter between her red lips. She flicked her lighter, touched the flame to the tip of the cigarette, and inhaled until it glowed orange. As she put down her lighter, she seemed to be trying to fill her entire body with smoke. She looked marvelous in her tight leather outfit pulling all that smoke into her lungs. I was glad it was cool in the bar so that she kept her leather jacket on.
When we were on our fourth game, our third drink, and probably Nicole's sixth cigarette, a group of 3 girls and two guys came in and took over the table next to ours. The guys all stared with wide-open mouths at Nicole and were whispering to each other. Their dates immediately noticed how Nicole had stolen the attention and sneered at her. Eavesdropping on those girls, I learned that their names were Jean, Debbie, and Liz. They were all slightly shorter than Nicole, probably about 5'7" or 5'8", but they were much stockier, and all of them had to be over 150 lbs., as well as being very plain looking. They were drinking beers, but none of them smoked. I had a hard-on thinking about the bad blood between them and sexy Nicole.
During the next game, Nicole walked around to the side of the table, placed her burning cigarette between her lips and leaned down to line up her shot. As she was taking the stick back, she struck Jean in the back. The two girls turned around at the same time. Jean yelled, "Watch what you're doing, you little slut!" Nicole finished taking her drag and said while exhaling, "Calm down. I didn't mean to hit you." Jean was irate, and screamed, "You think you can blow smoke in my face, you whore? Why don't we go outside?" When Nicole started backing up towards me, and obviously looked nervous, Debbie and Liz started taunting her, calling her a coward. Nicole's back was right to me when she nervously said, "Fine, I'll go outside. I'm not scared of a cow like you." Jean shot back, "We'll see you there."
As they walked out, Nicole turned to me, took a deep drag, and asked, "Oh my God, what should I do?" I was about to blow a load, and answered selfishly. I said, "Sweetheart, don't be scared of her. She's probably just talking trash. If you go out there, she'll probably back down." After another deep drag, Nicole replied, "You think so? Okay, but I've never been in a fight before." As she stubbed out her cigarette and lit yet another one, I encouraged her. "Don't worry. You'll be fine." I followed her to the door, staring at her little ass in tight white leather and the cigarette in her right hand that she constantly raised to her mouth.
When we exited, the three young athletes were right outside by a car. Jean yelled as she approached, "I'm surprised you came out, you whore. You're going to wish you didn't." Nicole was taking a deep drag from her cigarette as Jean approached her. Suddenly and viciously, Jean launched a right hand directly into Nicole's belly. Her fist smacked Nicole's soft midsection, right below her navel, where her skin met her tight leather pants. Nicole's cigarette flew out of her hand and she doubled over as if she had been shot. Nicole was gagging as she went down, and smoke was coming out of her mouth. The force of the punch had caused her lungs to expel all the smoke she just inhaled. As Nicole slumped down, Jean grasped her by the throat, and told her buddies to grab the victim.
Debbie and Liz grabbed Nicole's leather jacketed arms and held them behind her back. Nicole's face was etched in pain as Jean kept squeezing her throat in a chokehold. When Jean let that choke go, Nicole was gasping for air. The mighty punch had knocked the wind out of her. Jean wasn't satisfied, however, and lifted her knee back into Nicole's midsection, just below her gorgeous breasts. Nicole's legs were useless; she was limp in her attackers' grasp. Jean ordered them to lay her on the hood of a car.
Any good boyfriend would have stepped in to save his girl, but I was so mesmerized that I just stared in amazement, wanting badly to grab my bulging cock. Debbie and Liz bent Nicole back over the hood of the car, her hair resting on the hood and her soft body vulnerable. Liz grabbed Nicole's throat with both hands, choking her again. Nicole's hands moved from her injured midsection up to Liz's wrists, but she was not nearly strong enough to defend herself. Jean took advantage of the situation and repeatedly punched Nicole in her soft midsection, her fist smacking into Nicole's soft skin. She was taunting her too, yelling, "You little slut, your stomach feels like butter! I'm going to scramble your insides! Can't you breathe? Bet you're glad you smoke so much now!"
After several sickening blows to Nicole's soft belly, Jean called a halt to the attack. Liz released the chokehold, and Nicole slid off the hood of the car to the ground. She crumpled, gagging and gasping for air, her chest heaving, unable to get air to her smoky lungs. Jean said, "I hope you've learned your lesson" and the attackers left.
I rushed over to Nicole, who still couldn't breathe. I cradled her little body and carried her over to my truck, where I placed her in the passenger seat. She was starting to get air to her lungs and had begun crying in pain and fear. Her first words were when she hacked out, "I need my cigarettes." I opened her pocketbook, got her pack of Marlboro Menthol Lights, took out a cigarette, placed it between her lips, then flicked her lighter for her. Nicole inhaled deeply, then started coughing out smoke. She continued to force smoke down deep into her lungs, and eventually the nicotine calmed her. We returned to my apartment, and Nicole asked me to carry her in. I cradled her leather-encased body, and she wrapped her arms, lit cigarette between her fingers, around my neck. I laid her on my bed and somehow convinced her that sex might make her feel better. Her soft midsection and her neck were badly bruised, but Nicole loved sex and we had a great session, even if she could barely move.
Since then, Nicole has refused to go back to that same bar. I can only hope that she pisses somebody else off and gets attacked again.