Stared into the eyes of the cigarette man.
"Oh!" was all I managed, hand buried in my pussy, all my wares on display.
"Still looking for more?" he asked with a smirk. I opened my mouth to lie and deny it, but he swooped down upon me, his mouth smothering what I would've said, his smoky tongue delving into me, caressing my own.
One arm wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me out my door. I could feel him smiling as I tried to protest and he turned me around.
I heard my door closing just moments before he slammed me up against my neighbor's door. My hands ignored my orders to stop him, instead reaching down to his crotch, feeling his hard length through his pants.
"You want it?" he said into my mouth, his breath full of nicotine and smoke. An ex-smoker, i couldn't decide between revulsion and longing, but when his head dipped to my breasts, I only arched out at him. When his fingers slipped into my pussy, I cried out.
His cock appeared as if by magic, his pants unzipped and his manhood out in the open a brief moment before he dipped and plunged up.
"Oh God, I want it," I told him, ashamed of myself as he hammered into me, my body bouncing between the flimsy wooden door behind me and his firm body in front.
I wish I could say I was a quiet lover, but the more he entered me, the higher he drove my lust, the louder my cries became.
As my second stranger of the day pounded into my body, naked in the hallway of my apartment building, it became too much, and I reached my peak.
But just as I began to orgasm... |