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Subject: {ASSM} Dinner and a Movie (Smoking Fetish, Teasing, Fantasy)
Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2001 03:10:04 -0400
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This story is written by the moderator of a Yahoo group I belong to. I
am not the original author.



DINNER AND A MOVIE 
(A Fantasy of Revenge)

 
by Mick Carlo      


Okay...

It all starts innocently enough as a date for dinner and a movie. But
given our inclination toward incessant mutual teasing in public places
(especially restaurants), I know it will be anything BUT innocent.

Of course, you always gain the upper hand in these tests of endurance.
You are well aware of the power you hold over me, and you use it
expertly. So winning at these little sexual pranks we play on each
other is mere child's play for you. You possess strategic knowledge
over your opponent, and it gives you the advantage every time. Knowing
I melt at the very sight of you smoking, especially in public where I
can do very little about it, always puts the proverbial “ball
(or in this case; BALLS) in your court.” But I don't mind. I'm a
good loser. I look forward to jumping over the net to congratulate the
victor by... FUCKING THE LIVING HELL OUT OF HER PUSSY when we're
finally alone!

Anyway, here's the fantasy;

We're sitting at our table in the restaurant. We've just ordered our
meal. There are a few moments of silence during which we look deeply
into each other’s eyes. I can only gaze upon your exquisite
facial features with a kind of awe and dumbstruck reverence. I'm
captivated completely by the sexual beauty it projects. I'm already
losing this "match." My cock instantly stiffens under the fabric of my
slacks, as I watch you pluck a cigarette from your pack. Even the
graceful way you hold the cigarette between your fingers brings a
throb to my dick, and pre-cum starts to coat the inside of my pants.
In a sexy whisper, you ask me for a light before placing the filter
between perfectly painted lips. People are milling about. Waiters are
dropping trays. Silverware clanks against flatware during the dinner
rush. The world continues on around us with its unpredictable
regularity. But my attention is riveted to those full lush lips making
contact with that lucky filter (Huh...”Lucky Filter.”
Unintentional humor there. Sorry.).

My hands are noticeably trembling as I clumsily strike the flint of my
lighter and bring the flame to touch the tip of your cigarette. You
steady my hand with your own, knowing full well what is happening to
my composure, and draw in the first drag. You know you've won. Even
before you exhale the heady cloud into my face, you are aware that the
game is in your favor. Then the naughty and torturous side of your
personality begins to emerge. You decide at that point to tease me
almost to the moment of climax, but never intending to bring me
off...never intending to put me out of my misery.

You drop the hand holding the lipstick-stained cigarette into my lap,
and grasp the aching head of my boner through the soaked fabric.

“This is too easy.” you mutter under your breath, as your
tight squeezing grip brings a stifled groan from my dry lips.

 My dick is standing straight up by then. I let out a moan as you
begin squeezing and fucking just the bloated head with your hand.
Smoke from your cigarette rises up to my face. And I start to feel the
explosion fast approaching. At this point, I'm bucking my hips, trying
to fuck the cloth-covered head of my throbbing boner into your
squeezing fist. I'm just about to erupt a huge load of cum through my
pants and all over your hand, when you suddenly and purposefully pull
your hand away, leaving me to shake and shutter at the very edge of
blissful relief!

“Later my darling,” you say with a wry smile playing upon
your lips. “There will be plenty of time for this later, back at
our room.” I almost feel as though I'm playing the part of
"Gomez" to your "Morticia" in a twisted scene from an episode of "The
Addams Family." I think Charles Addams would not have published this
in his comic strip, though!

I sit there in disbelief, looking into your eyes. My mind is trying to
justify how you can be so intentionally cruel. Both frustration and
anger replace the feeling of complete ecstasy I was experiencing only
moments before. And I find myself caught between wanting to grab your
hand and place it around my jerking prick once again forcing you to
jack my stiff cock, or finishing the job myself! Instead, I muster
what is left of my dignity and self-control. I calm myself down and
begin to concoct a plan to rectify this injustice. Then it all
crystallizes in my brain! Just like a fortuneteller gazing into a
crystal ball, the future presents itself to me in unquestionable
clarity! The exact same load of hot cum you are denying me from
blowing off into my pants...That same sticky jit, will end up
exploding in fat lines across your sexy face.... In the theater...Yes!
The dark movie theater! THERE is where revenge will become mine!

The theater is crowded as expected. I can hardly contain myself as we
make our way into the lobby. The ticket taker rips both tickets in
half and hands our halves back to us. I suggest getting popcorn before
finding our seats. You think that this is a good idea. So we walk up
to the candy concession and I order the largest tub available. With
tub in hand, I lead the way into the darkened theater. We immediately
find secluded seats in the middle of a back row in the smoking section
of an upper balcony. (Hey, this is my fantasy. This theater allows
smoking, okay?)

After sidestepping our way into the row, we sit in our seats and begin
to get settled in. Just before you can light your first cigarette, I
stop you.

“Ah honey! I forgot.” I say in a whining tone.
“Soda! I forgot to get us something to drink. Could you be a
sweetheart and go get us a large soft drink?”

“Sure, I'll be right back. Keep my seat warm. And DON’T
eat all the popcorn.” you say in a motherly scold, as you rise
from the seat, lean down and give me a sexy peck on the lips.

“Hmm. Don’t worry,” I say with a distant sly grin.
“I won’t start without you.”

Somehow lightly in the back of your mind, a tiny warning bell peals. 
For a split instant that statement strikes you as being a bit odd, and
a little out-of-place. You can’t quite put your finger on it,
but something doesn’t feel right. You smile back at me, while
standing there looking down at me for a moment. But as you turn to
leave you mentally shrug off the feeling, and off you go on your
errand.
 

I crane my neck, watching you waddle down the row and into the isle.
As soon as you are safely out of sight, I put my vengeful plan into
action. I remove a small pocketknife from my pants. My cock begins to
stiffen again as I cut an almost perfect circle in the bottom of the
popcorn bucket. Making certain that no one is taking notice to my
movements; I quickly unzip my trousers and extract my already hardened
prick out into the dim light of the theater. I slowly impale the
bucket over my protruding member and into the environment of the warm,
buttery popcorn. My cock becomes completely coated during the decent.
It actually feels rather good. The slippery warmth penetrates my stiff
pole. My dick responds by getting even harder and pre-cum begins to
flow from the piss-slit almost in a steady flow, and mixes with the
butter. I try to gain my composure as you appear in the isle and
side-step your way back up the row, and you take your seat beside me
once again.

“I'm back sweetie. Is Coke okay with you?”

“Fine!” I choke loudly, “*Ahem*...Just fine.”

“Mick. Is there something wrong?” you query. Once again,
your keen sense of perception is not failing you. You’ve always
amazed me with you extraordinary ability to see through the thickest
fa ade.

“No,” I retort with a squirm, trying my hardest to act
naturally, but almost melting under the pressure of your inquisitional
stare. “No. What could be wrong?”

“I don’t know. You’re acting kind of
peculiar.”

“No, I’m okay. This seat is just a little uncomfortable,
that’s all.” I return quickly.

“Would you like to move down a bit?” you offer.
“There are a few empty seats right down ther…”

“No.” I say, cutting you off. “I’ll be fine.
Beside, the view of the screen is much more centered here. If we move
down, we’ll have to crane our necks to watch the movie. Really.
I’m fine here.”

“Are you sure?” you ask finally.

“Yes. I’m fine.” I say, hoping I’m convincing
enough.

 “Do you mind if I have that cigarette now?” you ask,
suddenly looking down and fumbling around in your purse for the pack
and your lighter.

(*WHEW* “I’m glad that’s over!” I think to
myself. You almost had me at the net!)

“No. Go ahead.” I say, with a relaxed breath.
“Although I may find it difficult to pay any attention to the
film.”

“Auh. You're sweet.” you chuckle, as you deftly pull a
tapered B&H Deluxe Menthol from the pack and gently balance it between
the “V” of your slender fingers. You bring the cigarette
up to your mouth and place the filter between your luscious lips. When
you are about to light it, I snatch the lighter from your grasp.

“Allow me.” I say in a gallant tone. I flick the lighter
into action and hold it out to you.

“Mmm. Thank you.” You smile around the filter, your eyes
shinning from the reflected light of the movie screen. You lean in to
catch the flame, holding the cigarette between those delectable lips.
The light from the flame illuminates your features as you lean over to
except. It’s flickering brilliance replaces the light from the
screen in your eyes, and you look dazzling in the effect.  It is
during simple moments such as these in which your absolute beauty
completely overwhelms me! You captivate me, leaving me breathless and
trembling. My cock begins to throb within the tub, while gazing upon
you in this light. You are unaware of me swooning as you suck the
flame into your cigarette. Once lit, you lean back into the seat while
taking this first sensuous drag.

Your beautiful exhale, lit by the flickering light from the projector,
shows magnificently in the air above your lips. Its cloud surrounds us
as my cock gives another pleasurable twitch in the buttery tub. After
a second drag, you place your hand in the bucket and fetch a few
kernels to eat. Time seem to pass slowly as you sit there smoking
sexily and eating. The popcorn level begins to drop lower and lower in
the bucket...getting closer to the level of the head of my seeping
cock. I know that at any time now, your hand will make contact. Its
going to be difficult not to cum with your first touch, I think to
myself. My butter coated prick throbs and twitches so hard, I fear its
erratic movements will knock popcorn out of the tub!

Finally, your buttery hand reaches into the tub again. But instead of
buttered kernels, your fingers touch something smoother. Unknowingly
you grip my waiting bloated cock head and try to pull it out. You pull
and pull, but your hand cannot dislodge this foreign object!  From
your prospective it seems to be heavy, or that it’s firmly
attached to the bottom of the bucket. Each slippery tug brings me
closer to spurting hot butter of my own! I watch from the corner of my
eye as you take a drag from your cigarette and a look of puzzlement
creased your lovely face.

“W-what in the world...?” you say as you lean over to get
a closer look in the tub. Your painted, and buttery lips part in a
gasp, as you realize what it is you’ve been trying to remove.

“Oh! I don't believe you Mick!” you say in an indignant,
breathless whisper. Your eyes are flashing back into mine. They are on
fire with both a disbelieving anger, and an emerging excitement.
“Is this because I wouldn't bring you off back at the
restaurant?!”

I nod sheepishly, averting my eyes from your pitying stare, and lower
my head in shame. All of a sudden I’m feeling quite stupid for
this sick, idiotic attempt at revenge. But somehow I’m confident
that this whole ordeal will end in my favor!

“Okay mister!” You say with an evil, sexy smile on your
lips. “You've made your bed. Now you're gonna have to lie in
it.”

With that, you plunge your hand all the way to the bottom of the tub.
You coat your hand with a fresh supply of slippery butter, grab the
base of my aching boner and begin a steady jacking motion up and down
it's rigid length. Popcorn starts to fall out of the bucket as you
jerk off my stiff prick with your butter-coated fist. During this
whole time, you continue smoking and watching the film, occasionally
turning to blow smoke into my perspiring face.

You soon lose all interest in the film and begin to really get into
jerking me off inside the bucket of popcorn. The naughtiness of this
unlikely situation gets the best of you. Your pulse rate jumps higher,
and your breathing quickens to match my own with every slick buttery
stroke your hand makes in this obscene public hand job. My ass squirms
in the seat, and my hips begin a herky-jerk movement trying to fuck up
into your squeezing, well-greased fist, as I feel a bone shattering
orgasm quickly approaching. I know it will not take long since you
almost had me shooting off back at the restaurant. And I know that you
are not going to get out of this one. I will make certain that you see
it through. You are breathing pretty heavy now, knowing I'm close to
shooting off in your hand. Imagining my erupting cock sending volleys
of boiling cum high into the air above the popcorn tub, only to fall
back down into the tub and all over my lap, has you breathless and on
the verge of orgasm. You take a deep drag from your lipstick-coated
cigarette and then leaned over to see what is happening. Just as you
start to exhale, I put the last phase of my plan into affect. I grip
the back of your head and coax your beautiful lips over the bucket,
forcing you to blow your smoke onto my dripping cock head. The
cone-shaped exhale issuing from your pursed lips blows over my cock
and the popcorn before the bucket's shape forces the smoke back into
your face. Once done, I push your smoky lips onto my buttery dick,
impaling your sweet mouth. You moan in surprise. Your head, due to the
applied force of my hand, fluidly moves up and down my stiff throbbing
dick until I can take no more. With every hot stroke of your lips,
slimy pre-cum mixed with sweet butter to coat your tongue and my balls
begin to boil.

The first hard spurt shoots to the back of your throat with such
force, you have to pull your mouth off my pulsing prick head in order
to swallow. This doesn't matter to me...this is what I want to see in
the first place! I hold your head in place just above the tub as my
cock shoots another forceful string of jit. It skids along your cheek
and drips over your dangling earring. Two more fat ropes of hot
life-giving sperm explode against your face! AHHH!! Bull’s-eye!!
They slap in sticky lines across those lush lips that just a minute
ago blew teasing smoke over the aching head. My cock rears back and
forcefully propels another three sticky ropes of pent-up jit across
your nose and other cheek. By this time, my runny cum completely coats
your face and is dripping back down into the bucket, all over the
popcorn and the squirting head of my prick. Your lips are parted in a
perpetual gasp as I cream all over them and all over the rest of your
lovely face. Finally, the heavy spurts of jit subside. My cock pulses
out the dregs to flow over the head in slow rivers. Hot cum cascades
down my throbbing tool, and off your lips and cheeks, falling into the
bucket and over its contents soiling the kernels even more. Your
breathing starts to return to normal. You lift your face from over the
tub and sit back in the seat. I lean over and kiss your cummy lips as
we both lick the jism and butter from your face.

“Game and match,” I say with a cocky smile... we both
begin to laugh.

The End

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