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My Smoking Fetish Story Ch. 05

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I walked into the room, nervous and a little frightened. It was my first job interview. The moment had finally arrived but I was struggling to keep it together, I wanted this job so badly. I needed it if I was to give Laura the life she deserved. I had applied for the position of human resources assistant and I was hoping it would be my first step on the ladder of a successful career.

I’d spent the last four years being a single mum. I had looked after myself and worked tirelessly hard to ensure my Laura had everything she needed. Thanks to the support of my family, I felt I had done a great job. After the initial twelve months of sleepless nights, consuming high energy foods and caffeine to keep my going, the time had arrived where I could finally begin attending to my own health and getting my career back on track. Since falling pregnant after the wedding, I hadn’t worked and proudly hadn’t smoked a single cigarette. Despite my cravings I remained strong. I took up yoga and pilates, started running and spent the rest of my time with my daughter, proudly watching her learn to walk and talk as she developed her own personality. My breasts had remained firm and full, from all the breast feeding, but men couldn’t have been further from my mind; a lady has other ways to attend to those sorts of needs.

“Good morning, Sophie,” the lady greeted me with a feminine handshake, “I’m Kim and I’ll be your line manager if you’re successful.”

“Nice to meet you, Kim.” I smiled nervously and shook her hand.

“Welcome, Sophie!” The man beside her boomed with a welcoming smile. “My name is Alan and I’m the Managing Director for the region.”

“Very pleased to meet you, Alan.” I shook his hand and felt my legs turn to jelly. I hated being nervous.

“Please take a seat, and please, please try to relax.” He said as I took my seat at the opposite side of the table.”

I smiled and smoothed down my black skirt as I took my seat. Relax? Easier said than done I thought. I was dressed appropriately in a white blouse, black skirt, tights and heels. The typical office attire for a female. I felt Alan’s eyes wander my body, but I quickly shook it off as nerves and paranoia before Kim began to explain the interview process for the next hour.

“Are you ready to start?” Kim asked with another friendly smile.

“Yes I am, and I’d just like to thank you both for this opportunity today.” I replied.

They both nodded and smiled. “You’re very welcome.” Alan said.

“We’d like to start by asking you to tell us a little bit about yourself.” Kim said. “Who is Sophie Williams?”

As the interview progressed I felt my answers becoming weaker and weaker. I didn’t have any working experience. I had a 2:1 honours degree but other than that all my experience had been parenting. I felt my heart sink and my confidence fade. Finally the interview ended and I couldn’t wait to get out of there. Believing I hadn’t gotten the job, I shook both their hands again and said goodbye with a knowing smile of defeat.

I was only a few feet outside of the building when I heard Kim call after me. I turned around to find her hurrying towards me.

“Is everything ok?” I asked.

“Do you have five minutes to talk?” She asked.

“Of course,” I was confused.

“Follow me,” she said, leading me round the side of the hotel.

“Do you smoke?” She asked as we reached a bench and designated smoking area.

“Urm, no, sorry,” I muttered. “I quit a few years ago.”

“Good for you,” she said, taking out her cigarettes and quickly lightning one.

The smell of cigarettes filled the air and I found myself quickly wishing I had said yes. She sucked on the filter, leaving her lipstick stains on the cork as she exhaled satisfyingly into the air.

“How do you feel it went in there?” She asked before taking another deep drag.

“Not great.” I shrugged, watching with envy as she smoked. “I don’t have the experience.”

“We knew from your CV that you didn’t have the experience.” She stated through an exhale. “I was just like you once. A young mum left to fend for myself whilst trying to get a job.”

“Any advice?” I sounded soft and pitiful.

“We want to give you another chance, but it needs to be now.” She said.

“I … thank you … I … don’t know what to say …”

“Just relax, take your time and tell us who you really are. What you’re capable of and what you believe you can bring to the company.” She instructed me and crushed out her cigarette. “Experience is great, but we can teach you what you need to know and you will gain that experience.”

I was gobsmacked. I felt happy and my confidence began to return. A second chance? I was ready. Kim stood up and told me to return to the room in twenty minutes.

“Can I ask a favour?”

Kim turned and looked at me. “Anything.” She smiled.

“Can I please get a cigarette from you; I think I need one.” I giggled with embarrassment that I had to ask somebody for a spare cigarette.

Kim laughed before she pulled bursa escort bayan out her cigarettes. I didn’t hesitate to take one.

“The cravings never leave you do they?” She smiled.

“No,” came my response as I placed the cork filter between my lips and raised the lighter to the tip of the cigarette. “Not a day goes by where I don’t imagine this moment.”

Kim laughed again as I closed my eyes and sucked hard on the filter. I inhaled the smoke deep in my lungs and held the smoke. I opened my eyes, passed the lighter back to Kim and felt the rush of nicotine. I felt a moment of dizziness before I exhaled and sat on the bench.

“Ill see you in twenty.” She smiled.

“You can count on it.” I returned her smile before taking my second drag.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” She quickly turned as I exhaled and took another drag. “We do not tolerate sexual harassment in our company, but don’t be afraid to show the men in power what they cant have.” She winked.

I sat up in shock. “What?” Came my natural response as nicotine took over my body for the first time in years.

“Alan trusts me to hire the right people, he just likes to know the face and person joining the company. You tell me what I want to hear and the job is yours.” She stopped and glanced at my bust. “You give him something to look at … and he will agree.”

With that shocking admission, Kim was gone. I took another drag and exhaled. Maybe I didn’t want this job after all. I wasn’t flaunting my tits for some managing director pervert to get a job. I finished my cigarette and quickly began to feel guilty. I was proud I had kicked the habit. I knew having a sexual connection to smoking it would never entirely go away. In fact, I can’t remember a morning where I didn’t wake up aroused and wanting a cigarette. But this wasn’t sexual, it was simply being weak and giving in. I shook my head, sprayed some perfume and headed back towards the interview room.

Once I reached the door I took a deep breath and removed my suit jacket. Kim’s words rang in my ears before I simply unbuttoned the top two buttons on my blouse. It created a plunging neckline which displayed a little more of a hint of cleavage, but not too much that I was flaunting. I felt ok with it, knowing the moment I left the room I could quickly do the buttons back up again.

I knocked and entered, Kim and Alan welcomed me back and Alan wasted no time in appreciating my new temporary look with his gaze. After all it was for his pleasure and my benefit. The atmosphere remained professional however, with Kim quickly explaining and elaborating on our earlier chat. I answered their questions and quickly forgot about my cleavage as I poured my heart and soul into their questions, explaining why I was the right person for the job and how I approach difficult situations. In no time at all, forty or so minutes had passed and the second interview was over. I felt so exhausted and mentally drained that I forgot to button my blouse back up, much to the delight of a van driver and his co-worker who got to enjoy the view at the traffic lights. I smiled and waved, remembering what it was like to have fun with the opposite sex again as I pulled away and headed home.

A few days later Kim called and offered me the job. I was ecstatic and called my mum to tell her to get her childminder head on. It was the happiest I had felt for a long time about myself. I was proud of my achievements with Laura, but this was something I had personally achieved and I couldn’t wait to start bringing home a wage.

I walked into the hotel and marched enthusiastically up to the reception desk. I received a warm welcome and a few wishes of good luck before I was directed to the HR offices. Kim greeted me and introduced me to another lady called Gina. She was the HR Co-ordinator and between her and Kim I would be their assistant. I spent my first hour calling all the other HR staff and introducing myself. Mid-morning approached and Kim called for a cigarette break. Gina leapt from her seat while Kim appeared startled that I wasn’t coming.

“I can’t go back to smoking, sorry Kim.” I apologised regretfully.

“Ok,” came her reply, “if you change your mind you know where we are.”

Gina and Kim left me alone in the office as I sat back and smiled at my new work surroundings. I liked both ladies so far, even though it was early days. Gina was thirty, married with no children and had been with the company for nearly five years. Kim was a veteran to the company at forty-six. She had devoted her life to her work and her two children following her divorce.

The months that followed went well, until Gina went on the sick and I was thrown into the deep end. My first case was to deal with pay disputes from several of the chefs. They had issues with incorrect pay and it fell on my shoulders to try and resolve it. It was stressful and despite Kim’s help, work was becoming the last place on earth I wanted to be. I felt the blame was being shifted in my direction, even Kim was succumbing görükle escort to her own stresses demanding why I hadn’t made the problem go away.

Christmas was approaching and instead of being happy I felt miserable. So much so that during a food shop on the way home from work, I treated myself to a bottle of wine and a packet of cigarettes. I rang my mother to ask if she could have Laura that Friday night and I would collect her late Saturday afternoon. Thankfully, she agreed and I could finally relax. I got home, put the shopping away and poured myself a nice glass of wine.

I felt no guilt, no second thoughts. I stood in the back garden and opened the packet of cigarettes and lit one. I closed my eyes and relaxed. I took longs drags, deep inhales, held and enjoyed the smoke before I exhaled. I did this over and over until the cigarette was smoked. Returning back inside, I drank my wine and felt something change inside me. Years of being a good mum, a healthy mum had suppressed the old Sophie. The fun Sophie was nowhere to be seen from the years I was twenty-one to twenty-six. Here I was, single, lonely and god damn horny …!

For an absolutely ridiculous crazy moment I contemplated ringing Ian, Laura’s father for a hook-up, before quickly siding with my better judgement. Ian and I had no relationship whatsoever. He paid his dues as a father and had arrangements to see Laura, but he wanted very little to do with me. He had shamed his family, more so his children who were a little older than me, by knocking up a twenty-one-year-old bridesmaid.

I turned on my computer and searched for dating sites. I found a few before I found what I was really looking for, no strings attached dating. We all know what that means. With my loneliness and the wine combined, I created a profile and went outside for another cigarette. I was still dressed in my skirt, blouse and tights but minus my heels. I had no real plans I was just seeking some attention and comfort. I went back to the computer and found over thirty messages in my inbox. I quickly scanned them and realised how hopeless this was going to be. Most of the men were beyond desperate, even if they did have some impressive equipment. Then, one message caught my attention:

“Hi Sophie, welcome to the site. I see you’ve put smoker on your profile. If I’m not for you then no problem and good luck. But I have a thing for hot ladies who smoke and I would love to swap photos and see if we match?”

I immediately replied and soon enough we swapped face pictures. He said his name was Jason and he was thirty-four years old. He also lived less than ten miles away. Upon exploring a little deeper he confessed to being married and he understood if I was no longer interested. Now, I’m no homewrecker, but we both had what the other needed. We continued to chat before I offered him to come over that evening. My mind was racing and I was now thinking about my selfish needs. Jason was eager and cautious before I gave him my phone number and allowed him to call me anonymously.

Finally, we agreed to meet. I told him I would shower and he requested I get back into my work clothes and greet him whilst smoking a cigarette. During the phone call he revealed more of himself and so did I. From out of nowhere I laid down that this was simply a one off no strings attached meet and he happily agreed. His tone changed and he told me he would be respectful while “fucking the living daylights out of me”. His last request was for me to wear hold-ups without panties.

We hung up and I quickly showered before putting on some fresh work clothes. I had multiple black skirts and white blouses and he wouldn’t know the difference. This may have been a one-off meet but I wanted to feel clean and fresh before he left me feeling dirty and used.

After the quickest shower of my life, careful not to wet my hair as there was no time to dry and restyle it, I sat on the side of my bed and lit a cigarette to calm my nerves. The old ashtray I had found under my sink was now clean and sitting on my bedside table. I took a deep drag before exhaling and placing the cigarette in the holder. As it smouldered I giggled and began to carefully roll a black stocking up the length of my smooth left leg. With one leg covered, I picked up my cigarette and took another long, pleasurable drag. Excited by the brazen fun that awaited me, I exhaled, tapped the ash into the tray and rested it back in its position. I then repeated the action of slowly rolling the other black stocking up my right leg.

Happy with the stockings, I stood up and picked up my cigarette and checked myself over in the mirror. I hadn’t worn these stockings before. They were simple but stylish. I sucked on my cigarette and admired the glossy finish which even I had to admit made my legs look incredible. I reached for my matching black lace bra and slipped into it, squeezing and bouncing my bust with both hands as the cigarette dangled between my lips. I felt sexy, wanton and I couldn’t wait to see his bursa escort bayan eyes upon my body.

Time was ebbing away and it wouldn’t be long before he arrived. I slipped into my office attire, keeping the top two buttons undone, revealing the same cleavage that Alan had enjoyed during the interview. I climbed into my skirt and put on my heels before quickly readying my make up. I wanted my eyes and lips to be the main focus. Finishing my cigarette, I applied the mascara and used a non-glossy red lipstick. The formula I used was perfect, giving my lips a sexy moist look. I wanted to be his slut, but secretly I just wanted to be anyone’s slut for the evening.

Suddenly the doorbell chimed. I glanced at my reflection one last time and then grabbed my cigarettes, lighter and the ashtray before making my way downstairs. From the other side of the door I asked him to give me a couple of seconds as the butterflies in my stomach began to flutter. I placed a cigarette between my red lips and drew it to life. I was so nervous and excited, but nothing was going to stop me now as I reached for the latch and opened the door.

Jason did not disappoint. He was about 5ft 10″ in fairly decent shape with a goatee beard and fire in his eyes. I stepped back to let him inside and he closed the door.

We both stood for a moment, watching each other, wondering who would make the first move. I sucked on my cigarette, smiled and exhaled.

“Fuck you’re sexy!” He said hoarsely. “Those lips!”

“See something you like, stranger?” I teased him.

“Yeah, I think I do. A juicy young slut MILF is what I see.”

I raised my eyes and smiled before taking another drag and exhaling towards the ceiling. “What are you waiting for?” I challenged him, but deep down I was screaming with nervous excitement.

“I damn nearly gave up on that site!” He said walking me into my lounge as he removed his coat. “I began to doubt if any genuine sluts were on there.”

His words sent shivers up my spine and my juices began to warm. I took another drag, smiling as I let him take the lead.

“Get on your knees you dirty little slut!” He finally pounced and unbuckled his jeans.

I got down on my knees and wasted no time in taking him inside my mouth. It had been nearly five long years since I had a man inside my mouth and he tasted just as I imagined. Hard, musky and horny. He grabbed my hair and pushed his cock down my throat. I coughed before he apologised and pulled back a little.

“Don’t apologise,” I giggled, “I need this.” I told him before taking another drag.

“A young slutty MILF gagging for cock, hey?” He spat. “Lips painted like a whore so you can suck my cock!”

I nodded, took a drag, inhaled and exhaled before taking him back inside my mouth. I closed my eyes and savoured his taste. I swirled my tongue around his throbbing head and massaged his groans out of him. I could taste his pre-cum and quickly lapped them up as he removed more of his clothes.

“Stand up, I want to see those big tits!” He spoke with hunger in his voice.

No sooner had I stood up, he grabbed my blouse and tore it open. I shrieked at the force as a couple of buttons flew off.

“Look at those puppies!” He feasted his eyes upon my bra covered bust. “Are you still breast feeding?” Eagerness in his tone.

“Expressing,” I told him as I dropped the cigarette into my wine glass.

He grabbed the straps and pulled them off my shoulders. “I can’t wait to fuck you. What a slut!”

I revelled in his desire for me and unclasped my bra. He ripped it from my body before scooping my breasts in his hands and burying his face between them. “Mmmmmmmmmm, fuck yes!” he moaned.

We stood in my lounge for a few minutes, his hands groping my tits while I stroked his cock. Finally, he let go and kissed me. As our tongues entwined he slid a hand between my legs. He groaned further as he found me wet and waiting. He slid a finger inside, quickly followed by a second. I began to moan, pulling a little harder on his cock.

“I need you to fuck me!” I shrieked.

“You want it rough, slut?” He grinned. “You want this married cock to fuck that slutty cunt of yours!”

“Yes, fuck me, make me cum then go back to your wife!”

I couldn’t quite believe those words came out of my mouth. But I needed to be fucked, married or not, I needed this animal to fuck me right there and then.

Jason grabbed at my skirt and tore it from my waist. He had completely ruined my clothes but I didn’t care, his rough, careless arousal was driving me insane.

“Fuck, those legs!” He groaned.

I couldn’t hide my delight as I swayed and grinned.

“You can keep those hold-ups on slut, and the heels. I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

“I hope so.” I giggled.

“Light a cigarette and come sit on my cock, slut!” He demanded, taking his seat on my sofa.

I followed his orders and was soon riding his thick cock as I smoked. Like all men do in this position, he went to work on my tits as I bounced and smoked. I felt I was in heaven. I had missed this feeling, being without it for so long I had forgotten about condoms. I truly was behaving like a slut and I didn’t care. I would deal with the emotions in the morning as I rode his cock to my first climax.

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