The Girl Who Bummed a Smoke
by Bryce Denison
Copyright Jan 2008

Sarah and Dan are manipulated by their young neighbor to do her dirty work with the promise of seeing her mother's dildo collection. Story involves
large fake cocks of various types. 


Chapter 1: Dan meets Giselle on the Patio 

I look at my hands in the kitchen sink. Yes those are my hands scrubbing
that pot, not the hands of my wife or a maid, but the hands of a forty 
year old businessman.  The same hands that did the shopping earlier, 
the same hands that cooked the meal, that loaded the dishwasher, and 
when the washing up is done, the same hands that will scrub the toilet 
in the master bathroom. I breathe in and sigh. I fight the impulse to 
rub my forehead or pinch the bridge of my nose for comfort. I can't 
because my hands are lost in the warm suds getting wrinkled.  I breathe 
in deeply and sigh again.  My life isn't suppose to be this 
way...right? 

I use to gloat at being able to leave the office at 4:30 every day.  I
would smirk at my overworked friends, the A types whose lives revolved 
around their desk. Working late is for losers, get a life!  Now I 
realize that my holier than thou attitude is responsible for my 
current life predicament - a salaried job that is going nowhere, 
evenings full of household chores, and a male ego on par with Consuela 
the housekeeper. 

I am proud of my wife, don't get me wrong.  The past few years she got
promotions heaped upon promotions. She rose in the office ranks through 
customer service, to middle management, then from management to senior 
management and now on to executive.  Her income dwarfs mine and I 
benefit from it. For example, last week days of deliberation, of 
shopping around for deals and stressing over the cost of a new set of 
tires for my car, were wiped clean by my wife's debit card. She just 
laid down the plastic and bought them for me just like that. 

Sipping coffee in the service department, the sound of the pneumatic
power wrench in the background, I stared at her with love and devotion 
as we waited for them to put them on.  Then her cell phone rang and she 
immersed herself in her work again. I turned to look at them work on my 
car, and at that moment, a feeling of jealousy crept into my mind. 
Those new tires were hers after all. 

Now it is quarter to eight, still another forty-five minutes until my
wife gets back from work.  Enough time to grab a smoke, brush my teeth 
and finish up the cleaning.  I don't smoke, at least that is what I 
tell everyone, but lately it has became my little pleasure, my secret 
break from the doldrums of my evening chores. 

To think just a few years before I would have been at the sports bar
with my buddies. Now with everyone married, having kids, and planning 
for the future, it is just me out back of our condo complex with the 
flower pots, puffing away.  I stamp my feet in the winter cold, my mind 
lost in thought as I stare in the lamplight at the frost that has 
wilted the hydrangeas. 

"Hey can I bum a smoke?" I look up and see my young neighbor Giselle
standing on the walkway. 

"No. Young ladies shouldn't smoke." I say. "It is unattractive." 

"You are an old married man, you shouldn't be attracted to me anyway."
She quips. 

I look at her standing by the gate. A puffy white jacket keeps her
petite frame warm, her skinny legs clad in tight jeans.  She is about 
two years shy of being a real looker.  There is no doubt about it she 
will be hot just like her mom.  Even now her eyes are bordering on 
phenomenal. 

"OK, but don't tell your mom." I hold out the pack to her and she takes
three.  I start to complain then realize what is the point.  I never 
listened to the housekeeper when I was a kid, why should she. 

"So another boring night out on the stoop huh?" She comments putting one
smoke in her mouth and pocketing the other two in her down jacket. 

"Yup." I inhale deeply, hand her my lighter, and look away. 

Giselle lights up. I turn back to study her.  Her profile almost angelic
if it wasnt' for the cigarette hanging from her lips.  She takes a puff 
and looks up at the sky then she says something that causes me to stick 
a finger in each ear and twist rapidly to clear them.  There is no way 
Giselle just said what she said, what I heard her say couldn't be. 

It was a filthy limerick whose topic was a massive rock hard cock, a
gooey facial and a mouth full of cum. "There once was a man named Dan. 
Whose massive cock he held tight in his hand. Then one day his 
neighbor, asked for a favour. He pulled it out, she let out a shout, 
thick spunk dripped from her pretty mouth in strands."  She takes a 
drag of her smoke and looks up at the stars. 

"Excuse me?" I croak. 

"You heard right the first time Dan." Giselle tilts her head and smiles
directly at me with her Egyptian eyes. "Everyone knows that old married 
dudes are dying to slip into a nice young pussy." 

I stare at her like an ape. "Says who? And I am not old." Is all I can
think to say. 

"My mom says. And she knows a lot about men." Giselle replies not
backing down. 

"First it is not appropriate for you to talk to me like that; second I
don't think of you in that way; third your mother has been single for 
years." I say indignantly as my mind works to will down the stirring 
that her dirty poem has caused between my legs. 

"Well you may be right, but she use to know a lot about men, now all she
know is rubber and plastic." Giselle says with derision. 

"What do you mean?" I ask. 

"My mom has more sex toys than you can shake a stick at. Huge plastic
cocks, rubber dicks with balls on them, a collection of anal beads in 
all shape and sizes enough to make a Mardi Gras necklace.  Oh, did I 
mention vibrators?  How about jelly cocks with handles on them or the 
inflatable butt plugs? Don't want to forget about those." 

I look at her mouth as she speaks, cigarette smoke exhaling from her
nostrils. Just then my cell phone rings snapping me out of my reverie. 
It is my wife. 

"Hi honey...10:30?! Damn. We were going to watch the O.C. together. Ok
then bye bye."  My wife tells me for the umpteenth time she will be 
home late from work. 

As soon as I hang up my cell Giselle mimics my conversation with my wive
and then giggles. I stare at her incredulously.  "That is pretty rude 
of you," I tell her. 

She looks at me for a few moments then says "Look I am sorry, I am just
teasing you that is all.  Sounds like you are going to have some extra 
time on your hands tonight."  She stamps out her smoke and smiles. 

"So what were you saying?" I ask wanting to hear this young woman
recount her mom's sex toy inventory again. 

"I tell you what. Instead of me describing it to you, why don't I show
you? My mom is away in Las Vegas until Monday.  I have a shitload of 
cleaning to do.  I see you through your kitchen window always cleaning, 
so I know you are good at it.  If you clean our place I will show you 
mom's dildo collection. You can see it all for yourself." 

Chapter 2: Dan tidies up Giselle's place 

Ten minutes later I am knocking on Giselle's door with a bucket full of
cleaning supplies in one hand and a swifter in the other.  She lets me 
in and we survey their small apartment.  It is a mess. I shake my head. 
Looking at her cute face and long curls, I suppose cleaning is a small 
price to pay in order to watch this young beauty handle some rubber 
cocks. 

"I gotta get ready to go out." She says quickly. 

"Hey I thought..." I begin to protest. 

"Don't worry when I get back later tonight I will show you her entire
collection. That's a promise."  She heads to her bedroom to change. 

I start to tidy up. My plan is to tidy, then dust, then sweep, then work
on the kitchen. Giselle returns to the living room wearing a tight 
fitting short dress. She sits down in the corner at a small table with 
a mirror and starts applying makeup, then eyeliner. I catch glimpses of 
her as I clear away coffee cups and stacks of magazines. She transforms 
from a teenager to a sexy young woman in a matter of minutes.  When she 
plugs in her curling iron, I tell her she doesnt' have to work so hard 
on her looks. 

But she disagrees, "My boyfriend has a problem. It takes him forever to
come.  I can suck on his cock for hours and nothing happens.  I thought 
it was because of me. But then last weekend when I was sucking off this 
other guy," Giselle catches my eyes in the mirror, realizing that she 
is saying too much. "What I mean is if I make myself look really hot it 
might make him cum faster, that way we can start watching movies 
sooner.  He has HD TV." 

"I see." I say.  If only my childhood sweetheart had been so
considerate.  I start wiping the coffee table catching glimpses of her 
curling her long dark hair with the iron. I see her flex her calves as 
she wraps her feet behind the chair legs and scoots forward. Damn her 
legs are sweet. 

"Don't worry about the laundry. I will look after it myself, but the
fridge, if you could wipe that down it would be much appreciated."  She 
says to me matter of factly, like a woman addressing her maid, then 
starts applying just a hint of eye shadow. "I won't forget your reward, 
when I get back, you can see all of mom's cocks even the silicone 'Holy 
Hammer', I forgot about that one." 

Rag in hand I head for the kitchen, sighing.  I won't be able to see any
of the family dildo collection because there was no way Giselle was 
going to be back before 10:30 tonight. I squirt soap on the dishes in 
the sink and turn on the tap. 

Giselle sticks her head in the kitchen. I gawk at her. She looks
gorgeous, thick silky curls cascade from her head, her makeup, her bone 
structure, she looks like one of Tyra Bank's top models. "I will be 
back in a few hours Dan, if you can't wait make sure you lock up before 
you go."  She says happily. 

I wonder which is more depressing, the fact that I am cleaning her mess
based on an empty promise or the fact that I am a 40 year old man who 
has time to watch America's Next Top Model twice a week. 

Chapter 3: Sarah Jones meets Giselle in the Laundry Room 

I have a degree in Criminology from a top university.  I was on a career
path. At one point I actually had a staff of four that I managed. I 
left it all for my husband, now five years later out of a job and 
divorced, the only thing I manage is my household chores.  What use to 
take me a few hours a week to do, now fills up my day.  Here it is 
almost 8 pm and I am down here folding laundry.  I am not complaining. 
Things could be worse. I say my personal mantra again for the third 
time tonight. "I could be a child labourer in China." 

These were the thoughts that were running through my mind as I neatly
folded my whites. Thoughts that were interrupted by the clicking sound 
of high heels approaching from down the hall. That and the sound of 
something heavy being dragged. 

Low and behold who should walk in but my upstairs neighbor's kid
Giselle.  In all my years of doing laundry I had never seen her down 
here, nor had I ever seen her looking so good. On a normal day she is 
cute, but this evening she is downright hot. 

"Hey gorgeous what brings you down here?" I ask surprised. 

Then she drags a huge duffel bag into the room behind her.  "Laundry,
lots and lots of laundry." 

"Wow you are not kidding." I look momentarily at her overstuffed bag of
dirty laundry before my eyes linger on something much more impressive, 
the beautiful body of my teenage neighbor. "Well at least I will have 
some company." I say happily. 

"Think again." She says. "I have got to go out. I was wondering if you
could do these for me?" 

Hot nymph or not, there is no way I am going to do this kid's laundry.
"Sorry dear, I really think you should do it yourself.  It'll be good 
training for the real world."  I smile at her. The nerve of that young 
woman, in my day it would have been the other way around,  'hi Miss 
Jones, may I help you?' not 'Miss Jones do this for me.' Yeesh. 

"I don't think so." Giselle says rather rudely. I look at her for a few
seconds then turn my back and continue with my folding. 

"I see the way you look at me Ms. Jones.  I would have to be blind as a
bat not to.  Now if you do this big bag of laundry for me'" I hear her 
give it a solid kick, thump, "I will let you look at me for as long and 
as hard as you like. No questions asked."  She says to me, as if she is 
instructing a maid. 

I turn to look at her. "How dare you!" I say exasperated.  Giselle tilts
her head and gives me a long wide eyed stare, feigning innocence.  She 
then turns her back to me, stick her bum out then slowly lifts up her 
skirt revealing her tight young ass. "Look," she says "no underwear 
'cause it is all dirty, and if I lean forward," she leans forward and 
rest her elbows on a washer top, stick her ass out further and widens 
her stance,"if I lean forward like this, what do you see?" 

I look at her buns and gulp. What I see is a perfect pink slit, sparse
hair, crowned by the perfect puckered nub of her brownish asshole. Then 
she pulls down her skirt and turns around to face me.  "Now imagine 
looking at me in the privacy of your own home.  Uh huh, looking at all 
of me, as close up as you like: my pussy, my ass, my tits," she points 
one foot outward and bends her knee,"and my smoking hot legs.  I can be 
your doll, a living doll for you to look at." She smiles and kicks her 
laundry bag again, "make sure you use fabric softener, I like the 
smell." 

I take hold of the hefty bag and drag it toward the washer.  Giselle
walks out the door then turns back. "By the way I would appreciate it 
if you don't talk to me like I am child. I am twenty years old, not 
some kid, got it.  Thank you Miss Jones." 

I hear her heels click down the hall and the sound of her car keys
scraping the wall beside her.  Opening the front load washer I kneel to 
the ground in shock. Not for having finally discovered the condo 
complex's vandal, but due to a more personal effect. Everything Giselle 
had said about me was true. Not only that, she had expertly manipulated me
by detecting my secret desire. 

She shouts from down the hall, "once my laundry is done you can take up
it to our place.  Dan from #106 is there working on some things, so go 
right on in and drop it off. Mom's in Vegas 'til Monday, so I promise 
this weekend I will come through on my end of the deal. We can play 
doctor." Then the door opens and slams shut. 

I start by separating her whites and darks. My panties are soaked clear
through. Just thinking about her lying face down, tummy flat on a table 
while she stands before me, her long shapely legs and her smooth buns. 

My mind wanders as I stuff her dirty clothes into the washer.  Her offer
is enough compensation for doing her laundry. 

Chapter 3: Back at Giselle's Dan finds the fake cocks 

After the dishes, I worked on cleaning their fridge, it needed a real
wipe down. Now I still have an hour to kill before my wife gets back. 
Using some twisted houseboy logic I figure that the likelihood of 
Giselle coming through on her promise correlates directly to how well I 
tidy their place. This place is going to be so tidy that Giselle's 
mother is going to praise her daughter to high heaven. So clean perhaps 
she will decide to go to Las Vegas more often. 

"Yes that is the ultimate end game isn't," I smirk half jokingly to
myself as I pull their vacuum out from the cramped kitchen closet. 

The more I vacuum the harder my cock becomes. Giselle's mom Denise was
pretty damn hot as well.  Forty years old, just like me, she is the 
definition of yummy mummy. Curvy with huge knockers, gorgeous brown 
hair you just want to bunch in your hands, and face of a movie star, 
no, more like a sexy female news anchor. My God I would love to fuck 
her senseless.  I had these thoughts a hundred times before, and being 
married. had only acted on them with my right hand and a closed door. 
Now to be here in her apartment after a dirty interchange with her 
daughter, her collection of sex toys somewhere just yards away, a wave 
of arousal hit my chest and resonated from my ball to the head of my 
cock. 

The more I vacuum the angrier with Giselle I become.  There is no way
she will come through on her promise.  Here I am cleaning their place, 
while she is giving head to her idiot boyfriend.  My wife is going to 
be home before Giselle gets back. By tomorrow that little tart will 
have forgotten all about showing me her mom's dildo collection. So on 
and so forth I grumble to myself, the whole while my erection rubs 
against my pant leg, as I vacuum around their apartment. 

It isn't long before I am in her mother's bedroom.  Where else would a
grown woman keep her rubber cock collection but in a box under her bed. 
What I hadn't counted on was an entire side of a floor to ceiling 
armoire dedicated to dildos, jelly cocks, and vibes.  Holy Smokes! I 
gawked at the assortment of phalli before me. 

Man oh man!  Imagining Giselle's mom Denise, playing with herself with
all these cocks iss stimulating enough but to think of the mother and 
daughter being so free and open about them! Perhaps mother even showing 
her daughter how to use them? It is with these dirty thoughts swirling 
around my head that I reach up to take hold of an enormous black cock 
with a hand grip handle at its base. Imagine that...a hand grip handle 
for Chrissakes! I stare wide eyed in wonder at it then notice a smudge 
on its surface about half way down its length. 

After returning from the kitchen with a shammy and a mild bleach
solution, only momentarily wondering about the smudge origin, I take 
the huge black cock off the rack and sit down on the foot of Denise's 
bed. All these cocks will gleam by the time I am through with them, my 
houseboy mentality holding true, I begin to clean and polish it. As I 
clean the cock I thought of Denise stretching herself full with it. 
Imagining her mewling with pleasure as Giselle hammered the sucker 
home.  I would clean their place for a month just to see that. 

Immersed in these thoughts of glory I don't notice the woman's legs
standing before me. A large stack of folded laundry in her arms 
obstructs her face.  Even so I don't have enough time to drop the dildo 
before the face reveals itself. It is Sarah Jones from #208 and she is 
looking at me holding a large rubber cock skyward, arm flexed, hand 
gripping its handle. 

"I can explain." I stammer. 

Chapter 4: Sarah gets skewered by a large rubber cock. 

"Look at all these cocks!" I exclaim as I stand beside Dan looking at
the open armoire. I had accepted my handsome neighbor's explanation at 
face value. After all, I had done Giselle's laundry in the hope of 
fulfilling my deepest desire, so who could blame him? 

My hand reaches out to touch them.  There is about fifty stacked
lengthwise side by side, one on top of the other, in small cubby holes. 
My fingers trace over them like a blind woman reading braille. I feel 
their texture, some have life-like ridges and shape, others are smooth 
as glass.  Dan sits on the bed a massive rubber cock rests beside him. 
He hasn't said a word for several minutes, but his heavy breathing is 
enough communication, I know exactly what he is thinking. Just as I 
have been guilty at gawking at Giselle, this brown eyed man has been 
guilty at gawking at me.  It is innocent enough. Though there has been 
times while bending down to open my mail box in the lobby I sensed his 
eyes burning a hole through my ass. 

My hand rests on a large silicone jelly cock that has a fat nub
perfectly positioned at its base to grind into a clit while its length 
is buried deep in the recipients vagina. My, my, my, I think to myself. 
I can't remember the last time I had something as big as that inside 
me. I can't because I have never had.  I take it off the rack and hold 
it in my hand.  It texture is lifelike, but cool to the touch. It is 
about twelve inches long, fatter than a man's cock, but its head is 
perfectly lifelike, a flared round helmet complete with ridges and 
small pee hole. 

Holding it at its base, fingers around its clit rubbing nub, I turn to
face Dan.  "Can you keep a secret?" I ask.  He gulps and nods his head, 
"but I am married," he whispers back.  I look more intently at this 
attractive married man, six feet tall with large hands and dirty blond 
hair, good looking yet from his demeanour so obviously pussy whipped. 
If I am going to get what I want, I need to chose my words carefully. 

"Technically it isn't cheating if you use this on me." I tell him,
holding up the 'Holy Hammer.' "Your skin won't even touch mine." 

That was all it took. A few moments later I am lying on my back on
Denise's bed, knees bent and spread outwards. My pants are bunched 
around my ankles keeping my feet together in a comfortable yoga pose, 
the handsome face of my neighbor rests lightly on my belly as he traces 
the tip of the massive dildo up and down my slit.  To think only a half 
hour before I was pulling clothes out of the dryer. The Lord works in 
mysterious ways. 

"This looks so incredibly hot." Dan says, the first words I had heard
from his since I handed him the dildo.  He presses the cock head into 
my folds and watches my pink lips spread around it.  He pushes it 
against my opening then pulls it away. My honey coat its tip.  He 
pushes in a little more and pulls away, this time a clear strand of my 
moisture connects the divot of its pee hole to the entrance of my cunt. 
No doubt about it my juices are flowing like a tap.  Dan is breathing 
heavily, and so am I. 

"Push it in, push it very very slowly." My voice is clear and loud. When
I become aroused I tend to be loud. He complies and we both watch the 
huge fat fake cock slowly enter me.  It is spreading me wide, it is 
filling up a space that is dying to be filled, turning my pussy into a 
cunt. It feels incredible.  I look at Dan's face as he pushes it into 
me ever so slowly, centimetre by centimetre.  He looks up at me, his 
brown eyes wide and gorgeous. "Oh my God I feel so full." 

My vaginal walls are spread wide and the high quality of the silicone
cock makes its entrance easy and pain free. "More...I think I can take 
it all." I instruct him.  A few minutes later I feel the nub pushing 
into my clit.  Its stiffness meets it as equal, like two hard clits 
rubbing against each other.  The design possibilities of dildos, pure 
genius.  "Ok now pull it out slowly, slowly." 

Dan complies and ever so slowly pulls it out, his mouth opens wide in an
expression of wonder. It is truly an incredible sight for both of us. 
To see twelve inches of fat rubber cock disappear into me and then 
reappear is pure magic. My plan is to have him fuck me very slowly, 
then a little faster, pumping it in and out, increasing the rhythm over 
time until I explode in orgasm.  I promised him our skin would not 
touch. Even so I know now that I will be grabbing hold of his thick 
head of hair when I come. It is inevitable. 

It is with the feeling of pleasure of my slowly building orgasm and the
face of my hunky neighbor witnessing it close up, that I lie back and 
focus on the moment.  Both of us are so engrossed in the experience, 
that we don't hear the steps approaching from outside the bedroom. 
Looking up again at Dan and the exposed length of the fat silicone 
dildo that is skewering me, it takes me a moment to process what I see 
just behind it.  Not the legs of the manipulative nymph Giselle, but 
those of her mother Denise.  I lie back down and close my eyes shut 
tightly in embarrassment.  My face constricts in sheer mortification. 

"I thought you were in Las Vegas." I hear Dan say meekly. 

"Las Vegas?  I haven't been there in years. I am just getting home from
work." She says sounding very nonplussed. "Don't you think you owe me 
an explanation?" 

This isn't happening, this isn't happening.  Adrenaline courses through
my veins and a feeling of butterflies as strong as the migration of the 
Monarchs hits my stomach. 

Just then the front door opens and the chirpy voice of Giselle pipes in
from down the hall, "Hi Dan I am back." 

"Just as I suspected, my daughter has something to do with this?" Denise
says sounding almost amused. 

My eyes still shut. I feel the fake cock pull away from me quickly and
completely. It makes a slight suction release sound. I hear the sound 
of Giselle's high heels as she enters the room. Then the stern voice of 
her mother, "no one leaves here until I get to the bottom of this." 

TO BE CONTINUED "The Girl Who Bummed a Smoke" Copyright Bryce Denison
January 2008 

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Author's note: To fully appreciate the type of woman Denise is and how
completely out of their depths Dan and Sarah are now that they have 
fallen into her clutches, you may want to read the following stories 
about her formative years. 

Denise Sex Personals: Treadmill to O, 

Denise Sex Personals: The Mercy Fuck 

The Psych Lab 

Off Campus Ass Licker Part One and Two 

The Red Flame (the first one down by the lake) 

Talking to Denise in her SUV 

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Other Stories by Bryce Denison 
Comments? You can email me: my_time259@yahoo.ca

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Denise Sex Personal Series 

The Red Flame Series 

Yellow Ribbons 

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