Month: July 2017

The Epiphany, The Video, Her Emerging Fetish, And The Vice-Principal

-A Fetish Tale of Smoking, Masturbation, and Facials.

 By George Tyerbyter

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Dear reader – Yes; smoking certainly does cause cancer, heart disease, and leads to death. There’s no question. These are facts. Nevertheless, for some straight men—while taking in the sight and scent of females as they indulge in this health-risking behavior—it also causes stiff, painful erections and forceful ejaculations. This fetish phenomenon is a product of psychological hard wiring—a mind-set built upon through past decades. While being provocative and sexually suggestive by nature, like it or not; its smoky seductive presence permeates pop culture. Read on at your own risk…

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Part 11

Of course, all of the previous action taking place in the video took longer to describe than it did to actually happen. For back in the video the student was still in the midst of that teasing inhale.

After the ball of smoke retreated into her lungs, Helen dropped the spent butt on the floor. This time, when she finally exhaled, she forcefully shot an ever-expanding cone of smoke from her pouting lips to rise straight up in front of her face. With her bottom lip extending a bit forward, she was able to direct the column of smoke almost vertically. It missed hitting the vice-principal’s face but created a moving wall between their close-set noses.

The sight nearly had him over the edge, and he still caught the aroma of her smoke-lace essence up his nose. He moaned a little louder breathing it in, while Helen continued to twist her fist on his cock, massaging the pulsing tip through his pants.

Angel watched the actor desperately fighting the urge to ejaculate as he moved his hand up her now bare shoulder.

Again, to Angel, the vice-principal looked as if he were dancing with the young student. His one hand still grasped her jacking arm by the wrist, while the other tightly gripped her opposite shoulder. And, if Angel squinted, the girl almost looked as though she were shaking his extended hand, with her arm pumping up and down, and occasionally in and out.

But watching this dance and this somewhat more-than-cordial ‘hand shake’ play out on screen made Angel pant as her first orgasm subsided to a low roar. At that moment, she wished she were Helen.

“There is something else you need to understand, young lady,” the educator managed to choke as he pushed her arm away, dislodging her hand from his tented pants.

He brought his free hand up to grasp her other shoulder and insistently pushed her body away from him, creating an arms-length distance between them. The camera showed that his trousers were in a sad state. Tented out at the crotch and darkened by his secretions; the wet sticky material clung to the shape of his cock head. It still bore the lipstick smudge put there by the student’s lips during the earlier episode in the girls’ rest room.

“Y-you still have a lot to learn about the consequence of your actions. You must be punished, and punished severely,” he panted, trying to catch his breath.

She was also panting from the exertion, her ample blouse-clad chest heaving through the opened part of her unbuttoned varsity sweater.

“Please, oh PLEASE don’t suspend me Mr. Lowe,” Helen pleaded again, continuing to play this hot game, but knowing full well that no matter what, this man still held her fate in his hands. She must play along and take this scenario to the end, where ever it may lead.

“My parents would kill me if you suspend me,” she added, hoping to soften the severity of the consequences.

Somewhat regaining his composure, the vice-principal looked upon the pleading student. A stern expression returned to his face as he brought his hand up to rub his chin in thoughtful consideration.

“Helen, Helen, Helen,” Lowe repeated, while shaking his head; his words bearing more than enough disdain and indignation. “You still don’t understand!”

But however serious he may have tried to appear, anyone watching the video could tell that the girl probably thought he looked kind of silly standing there with his pants all wet, disheveled and grossly distended in the front just below his belt.

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Well, at least, to the video-watching Angel, the dynamics unfolding between the two characters within this trashy little movie seemed perfectly readable. And all of it was exciting her to no end!

Angel could see that although this girl was genuinely fearful of what might happen to her,  she still had to stifle a nervous giggle while looking upon the vice-principal’s condition. She saw the girl take a deep breath in an apparent attempt to regain her composure, and to fall back into her role within this game.

However, Angel surmised that the girl was very much aroused thinking about the events of the past half-hour. She guessed that it must excited Helen to know that she had caused this proper, stuffy authority figure to loose control in such a short amount of time. Furthermore, Angel could see that at the same time, it also puzzled the girl to think that through the simple act of smoking a cigarette, she had brought his cock to an erection, and made him stain his pants. Another puzzlement was that his organ remained erect! Judging from how he reacted to her last exhale, she thought she had finished him.

Angel could also sense that within the portrayal of Helen, the actress was trying to communicate a tense, apprehensive mood building within her character’s demeanor. Considering that she had not made her vice-principal cum in his pants—an event which would have brought this nerve-wracking situation to some kind of a conclusion—the character of Helen knew something else was about to happen. This wasn’t over by a long shot…and the possible outcomes both excited and frightened the girl at the same time.

But, having seen it before, Angel already knew what was about to take place in this video. With that thought in mind, she began to pick up the pace by rubbing her moist sex a little harder in anticipation of the wet finale to this kinky movie. She wanted to time her next building release to reach its climax just at the right moment; to coincide with the smoky fireworks at the end.

She also thought again about her own vice-principal. She tried to imagine what it might be like to incite him in the same manner, ultimately making him subject her to the same consequences which were about to befall the young sexy girl on the screen. She shivered at the thought while turning her attention back to the action transpiring on the laptop screen.

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Back in the video, Helen was still trying to come to grips with the fact that she hadn’t brought her vice-principal’s cock off in his pants. She looked down at the teacher’s ever-bulging erection and then back up to his face. Then, with her eyes shut and her lips parted in disbelief, she shook her head in amazement, wondering what could be next.

“What haven’t I understood?” she questioned, a pang of fear washing over her body.

Lowe continued to look at the distraught Helen in silence, cupping his mouth now, as she continued.

“Listen, Mr. Lowe…Look, I know smoking is a bad thing. I-it’s naughty and, as you said, ‘brazen,’…And-and I know I shouldn’t have been doing it in the girl’s room,” she whined in a spate of mild hysteria while fidgeting nervously, straightening her sweater and smoothing her skirt.

“But, what more do you want me to learn?”

The vice-principal stared at the student, waiting in silence for her to fill in the blanks. He knew that, given enough time, she would eventually invite the punishment which was actually in store for her.

“Oh…I kept blowing smoke in your face…Is that it?…I-I’m so sorry I blew smoke in your face,” Helen added. “I know how that must’ve…um, angered you.”

“Well, ‘angered’ is probably the wrong word, Ms. Kirby,” finally speaking while he stepped closer to the girl.

“‘Disappointed’ could serve as a better description. Perhaps even ‘disgust’ may be a more appropriate word.”

She stepped back slightly, her arms folding over her chest.

“Disgust? Why?”

“Don’t you have any conception of what it means when a woman blows smoke in a man’s face?” the vice-principal asked in mounting anger.

She shrugged her shoulders while tilting her head to one side, as she began to feel more ill-at-ease with the tone of his voice.

“Don’t you know what types of women do such things, Ms. Kirby?”

She shrugged again, fearing his answer.

“Women with low moral values; that’s who! Women who do it to anger, or to tease, or to arouse a man!”

He took another step forward as he continued.

“Yes! Loose women who want to seduce…who want to inflame! Women who-who want one thing, and one thing only… to tease a man so his penis will grow big and stiff!”

He was ranting now. The student could sense the building anger tainting his words. She shivered, shaking her head as she moved another step backward.

“Whores, Ms. Kirby,” he stated pointedly, moving toward her one more step. “Yes, that’s right! Prostitutes! …SLUTS, Ms. Kirby!…That’s who!”

Angel was incensed by the character’s display of Victorian-age attitude and world-view, and was frankly taken aback by his apparent ugly sexism and misogyny. But still, she couldn’t help feeling aroused by the punch of his words and his dominant persona.

“Do you derive pleasure out of acting like a slut, Ms. Kirby?”

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(to be continued)

Links to all parts thus far  ⤵️

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 , Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

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The Epiphany, The Video, Her Emerging Fetish, And The Vice-Principal

-A Fetish Tale of Smoking, Masturbation, and Facials.

 By George Tyerbyter

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Dear reader – Yes; smoking certainly does cause cancer, heart disease, and leads to death. There’s no question. These are facts. Nevertheless, for some straight men—while taking in the sight and scent of females as they indulge in this health-risking behavior—it also causes stiff, painful erections and forceful ejaculations. This fetish phenomenon is a product of psychological hard wiring—a mind-set built upon through past decades. While being provocative and sexually suggestive by nature, like it or not; its smoky seductive presence permeates pop culture. Read on at your own risk…

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Part 10

 

“What a minute!” Angel suddenly blurted aloud.

The room seemed to reverberate with her last words. She quickly paused the video, and then covered her mouth—not only in shock of her sudden realization, but in fear that her mother and step-brother might have heard her cry out, and would come running up the stairs any second to see if she was alright. She listened as quietly as she could, her last breath caught in her lungs. After ten seconds or so, once she was sure they hadn’t heard her shout, she let out a staggered exhale.

It was at this precise moment the final flag had been raised in Angel’s consciousness. Everything fell perfectly into place as she realized just why this video seemed familiar. She had, in fact, seen the movie before! It only stood out as a brief scene, but the memory came back with the speed and power of a sharp slap across her face.

She now realized that this was the exact video Steven was viewing a week and a half ago; just minutes before the two of them had their brief but sticky sexual encounter that lust-filled morning. This was the movie playing on his laptop.

Steven was jerking off because he was all hot over watching the girl smoking and acting all slutty in this video while she beat off her vice-principle!… she choked, her thoughts switching.

Mr. Hogarth! …AND NOW Steven? Both of them have a thing for women who smoke? 

The longer she thought, the more things started to make perfect sense.

Sure! That’s why Steven is always there to light my cigarette whenever I go to sneak a smoke in the back yard! That’s why he seemed so agitated during those times!

Then Angel started to go over the events of their encounter that sex-charged morning in her mind. She thought again about her spying on Steven while he masturbated to this video.

Then another series of slaps came by way of consecutive thoughts…

—H-He barged in on me while I was playing with myself… and while I was smoking in the bathroom!

—NO! I teased him into barging in…I did it while I was smoking in the bathroom!

—He shot his cum all over my face…while I was smoking! He painted my face with his cum as I took a drag…and blew smoke all over his…*gasp*

—J-Jesus H Christ! Steven? My own brother!…My poor dumb and possessed, obsessed and easily-manipulated step-brother! That’s why he came so hard, and so much that fucking morning!

But, who’s the real dummy here? Angel chided herself at this point. I was the one who was smoking a cigarette when it happened! But I wasn’t smart enough to put 2 and 2 together then, even after he coated my stupid face… while I was fucking smoking!

All of this hit Angel’s consciousness hard. She laid there for several minutes looking at the paused scene on her laptop, her mind racing. Shock gave way to giddy arousal when she realized the nature of the hold she actually had upon her step-brother. She knew she could get anything she wanted from Steven. All she would have to do would be to smoke, and keep the possibility of hot sex thick in the air.

Christ! How easy this will be!  she thought, sticking her hand under the waistband of her panties and rubbing her fingers over the lips of her vagina.

Elucidation continued as her clicking brain suddenly locked onto the potential manipulative power she could have over her school’s vice-principal. And, Angel thought, it is either just an incredible consequence that these two males within her small circle had this peculiar fetish, or it may be very likely that many men have it, as well. The mere existence of the website where she found the video seemed to prove the latter premise to Angel.

She turned over onto her back continuing to rub her wet pussy while giggling. She decided from that point on she would pluck this new arrow from her quiver and use it wisely, at any opportunity. Steven was the first white mouse in this experiment. And even though Angel had been completely unaware of his fetish during their encounter, in afterthought, the experiment bore fruit. She decided that he would continue to serve as an excellent test subject. But, armed with this new knowledge and a growing confidence, Angel already had bigger game in mind. Mr. Hogarth would be next.

“Oh man,” she chuckled softly under her breath. “I could really use that cigarette, now!”

Angel’s thoughts turned mischievously to her step-brother who was still sitting downstairs in the living room.

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Nothing more had happened between the two of them since that steamy morning. Oh, the sexual tension was still there, most certainly. And Angel could feel it building toward another encounter. But, neither one of them had talked about the events which played out in the bathroom that morning since it happened. Nor did they even refer to it vaguely or otherwise.

As it was transpiring, it seemed dream-like to the both of them, anyway. And how it ended was equally as surreal. During Steven’s third spurt of cum up the center of her face, Angel had plugged the two middle fingers of her right hand back into her pussy. The combination of her rapidly plunging digits, the sight of Steven’s stiff cock being jacked off right there in front of her, and the feel of his warm sperm striking her cheeks, lips and nose drove her immediately over. She heard herself screaming as if in agony with the shock of her climax, while Steven grunted and groaned above her during every additional spurt of semen that pelted against her face.

Once Steven’s cock had stopped ejaculating and was just dribbling—the drips falling onto Angel’s bare thighs and splattering onto the toilet seat—the bathroom started to come back into focus for him.

Angel, however, was still coming—fucking her fingers frantically into her convulsing vagina. Meanwhile, Steven just stood there watching her and breathing hard. With his cock in hand, he kept rubbing the tip all around in the sloppy wet mess he had created on her face, spreading it out on her skin, painting her cheeks and lips, as Angel’s orgasm subsided.

Then Steven stuffed his still-rigid dick back into his boxer shorts the best he could. And as abruptly as he walked in, he turned around and walked back into his bedroom, pulling the bathroom door shut behind him.

Angel just sat there, her breath coming in short gasps as the body high started to fade. Steven’s sperm dripped in strands from her face, falling onto her tee-shirt-covered breasts and plopping onto the floor in front of the toilet.

Did that just happen? She questioned in shock, bringing the hand still holding her half-smoked cigarette up to her face. Her finger tips smeared around the mess, scraping some of the semen off her cheek. She brought them up in front of her unbelieving eyes and focused on the sticky mess as if to check her senses.

Breathing in deeply, Angel stared at her dripping fingers for a few moments, her mouth agape, and then turn her head toward the door through which Steven had just exited. Her mind worked to process what had just happened.

It wasn’t the idea that a sex act just transpired between Steven and her. It was an inevitability—an event as predictable as the possibility of rainfall happening during some day in the future. She expected something to happen. And after all, it became a reality through her provocation in the first place. Sure, Steven was no saint in this matter. He was guilty of peeking at her, spying on her through the bathroom door. But Angel knew he was there, and she could have stopped it at any time, had she so desired.

So, it wasn’t the sex act itself, or Steven losing control which baffled her. She knew how those things happened. She wanted it to happen.

However, the specifics of the encounter startled her, considering how it evolved and especially how it ended. He had an orgasm, and came on her face. That never happened to Angel before. She had jerked plenty of guys off in the past. It was a regular thing between her and her boyfriend Sergio. And in general, Angel enjoyed watching a stiff penis shooting off. It was not only stimulating to witness, but it was a flattering testimonial to her sexual being, her overall beauty, and her ability to excite and inspire such a reaction.

She had watched cum shooting on the floor before, due to her manipulations—that’s what she expected Steven to do. She even had cum shoot on her hands before. But Angel had never experienced a guy shooting off all over her face. She had heard about it happening. She knew it took place in pornographic material. But, she never thought things like that could happen in real life. And she would never expect a guy to do such a dirty, nasty thing, least of all her dear step-brother!

Still, it’s a hell of a way to start a morning! Angel thought as she took a final drag from the semen-wet cigarette and crushed it out in the ashtray on the counter next to her.

She stood up from the toilet and pulled her panties the rest of the way down her legs, kicking them off to the side. They landed next to the tub. Crossing her arms in front of her, she grabbed hold of the cum-stained tee-shirt and pulled it up over her face. Some of her step-brother’s jit smeared onto the material on the way up as it rubbed against her skin. Angel’s large tits bounced free as she yanked the shirt up over them, and then off her head. She used the soiled shirt to wipe the rest of Steven’s cum off her face, and then tossed it on top of the discarded panties on the floor.

Angel stepped into the tub and shut the smoked glass door. She turned the spigots to adjust the water, after which she started the shower. The warm spray felt wonderful. She tilted her head up into the shower spray, allowing the pressured streams to rinse her sticky face, as the water cascaded down over her curvaceous form.

During her shower that morning, Angel’s mind kept trying to process the event from different angles. For instance, another element which nagged at her had to do with how fast Steven reached his climax. She knew he had been masturbating in his bed to that video. In addition, she guessed he was jacking off before he barged in on her, as well. Despite all of that, to Angel it seemed he had reach a peak much too quickly. She was usually pretty adept at sensing when a man was about to ejaculate. Had she been able to properly gauge Steven’s build up, she would have certainly gotten out of the way before his cock erupted.

No. There was something odd about Steven’s quick release. For that moment in the shower, Angel flattered herself, chalking it up to her abilities. That, coupled with Steven’s built-up frustrations over the years of being teased by her, must have literally come to a head.

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(to be continued)

Links to all parts thus far  ⤵️

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 , Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

 

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The Epiphany, The Video, Her Emerging Fetish, And The Vice-Principal

-A Fetish Tale of Smoking, Masturbation, and Facials.

by George Tyerbyter

_________________________________________________________________

Dear reader – Yes; smoking certainly does cause cancer and leads to death. There’s no question. It is a fact. Nevertheless, for some straight men—while taking in the sight and scent of females as they indulge in this health-risking behavior—it also causes stiff, painful erections and forceful ejaculations. This fetish phenomenon is a product of psychological hard wiring—a mind-set built upon through past decades. While being provocative and sexually suggestive by nature, like it or not; its smoky seductive presence permeates pop culture. Read on at your own risk…

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Part 9

The effect of the sudden understanding washed over Angel’s body like a wave, causing her to gasp in response to a powerful rush of stimuli to her erogenous zones. She paused the video player and brought her hands up to hold her head, burying the fingers of both hands into her blonde hair. With her mouth agape and her eyes as big as saucers, she stared intensely at the paused image on the screen.

There was the actor playing a vice-principle, a close up image of his face frozen on the player. Angel studied his expression closely. His face, momentarily contorted with passion and sexual abandon, very much resembled the look her own school vice-principal displayed the day she had secretly observed him watching the hot student Joan smoking her cigarette right below his office window.

Her own Mr. Hogarth, the proper stuffy disciplinarian whom everyone feared, had a smoking fetish.

“Of course,” Angel muttered in shock to herself under her breath.

“*gasp!*…of course,” she repeated more excitedly.

If that epiphany wasn’t hot enough, another thought suddenly crystallized in her consciousness, an even more startling understanding. Her school’s stuffy VP, Mr. “what-do-you-have-to-say-for-yourself” bloody Hogarth, was probably jerking off while watching the sexy Joan smoke that day.

Yes! she thought.

Angel realized he had probably unzipped his proper Stafford dress slacks, pulled out his hard dick and was beating off! Right there in his office at the school, standing at the window, this “holier-than-thou” disciplinarian was fucking his own fist as he stared at the female student smoking her cigarette.

That pervert probably shot off all over the wall under the window, Angel’s mind raced. Yes, of course! That’s what his hands were doing below the sill…And that’s why his face looked the way it did at the end! That fucking bastard was shooting off, wishing he could plaster Joan’s face with his sperm while she exhaled!

 It also provided an explanation for Angel as to why no word of Joan being expelled, suspended, detained, or even reprimanded ever materialized through the school grapevine.

“Son-of-a-fucking-bitch!” Angel breathed, in her excitement.

In the back of her mind she wondered if Hogarth had dished out discipline to Joan in private. She wondered if he had reprimanded her…sexually! The image of Joan on her knees smoking a cigarette in front of Mr. Hogarth suddenly burned hot in her brain.

Regardless of their age, men are like fucking immature adolescents, Angel realized. They think with their dicks, and act out with their dicks! …And just think; all it takes for some of them to lose control is to watch a woman do a simple thing, like smoking a fucking cigarette.

Angel laughed out loud and shook her head in astonishment. But with this sudden realization came a feeling of personal strength and ability. She marveled at the sexual power women actually had over men. It excited her to consider the outcomes and gains that could be possible through application of this knowledge. Giddiness combined with a more urgent need to cum washed over her body. Angel filed this whole business away in her mind for future use, and turned once again to the player on her laptop screen. With an quavering expelled breath, she clicked the video play button once again…

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“Oh!” Helen cried, after accidentally blowing the end of her smoky exhale into the flustered vice-principal’s face.

“Mr. Lowe! I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean t—”

“That’s quite alright, Ms. Kirby,” he said, his voice sounding a little shaken as he opened his eyes.

With a weak cough the vice-principle tried to regain his composure. He slowly let go of the girl’s arms. His hands brushed against her skin as if to sooth her reddened flesh after relinquishing his pressured grip.

Angel liked to imagine that the disciplining educator had almost shot off in his pants during the sexy student’s exhale. It sure look as if he was going to, judging from the way the camera caught his cock further soaking the fabric at the tip. In a way, Angel secretly hoped to see the vice-principle exploding right in his trousers as a result of the girl’s exhales. That, to her, would be incredibly hot.

Angel imagined this whole episode would be even steamier if the Helen character ended up humiliating the stuffy Mr. Lowe. She thought of how fantastic it would be if the girl had just jerked him off that way. Pumping his huge erection to a spurting climax right through those expensive Joseph A. Bank trousers, while she blew smoke into his smug face would be the height of justice. It would bring him down a notch, and in the bargain be a very hot way to end this.

But she knew better, though. She knew how this little passion play ended. With this dirty thought in mind, Angel stiffened her middle finger of the hand which had been rubbing her moist pussy. She began shoving it into her vaginal opening through the fabric of her panties, pushing the wet, pliable cloth inward as well, while she focused on the scene unfolding on the Acer screen.

Another pregnant moment of silence passed between the two characters in the video. Lowe took a settling breath, his facial expression becoming stern once again.

“Now, let me ask you that question once more. And I warn you Ms. Kirby. I expect a direct answer,” the vice-principal scorned, threateningly holding his finger up.

Helen’s eyes closed and her head lowered in a timid bow. He brought his hand forward, placed his finger under her chin, and lifted her head back up to be level with his. Her eyes fluttered opened and stared sheepishly back into Mr. Lowe’s eyes.

“Why? Why does it make you feel better? What do you get out of this?” he queried, his glance downward once again indicating the burning cigarette the girl held in the hand resting by her side.

“I-I donno, Mr. Lowe,” she stammered. “I guess it relaxes me…i-it makes me feel good…i-it makes me look and feel sophisticated…

“…i-i-it makes me feel sexy,” she added while averting her eyes, embarrassed at hearing herself say such a stupid-sounding thing aloud.

A shrewd smile creased the teacher’s face in a brief moment during her last sentence, before the student began to plead again.

“Look, Mr. Lowe!…PLEASE! I swear! I will never EVER do that ag—”

“Oh hell!…We’re not back to THIS again; are we?” the vice-principle chided, interrupting the student, while shaking his head.

“Listen, young woman; you can act sophisticated all you want. You can relax yourself through any method you’d prefer!…And make yourself feel as sexy as you please! But NOT in the school lavatory!…Not on school property!” he quipped.

The vice-principal’s sudden comical tone made Helen smile a little and feel a bit more at ease.

She raised her arm, and brought the burning cigarette up between them, intending to point out the irony of his last statement. She tilted her head, looked at the cigarette, and then looked back at him with a crooked smile while shrugging her shoulder, indicating the obvious contradiction that she was smoking in school right at the moment .

“Well,” he chortled, “I’m allowing this through special dispensation…just this once, because I want to understand.”

There was a pause.

“I also feel the need to make a lesson of this!”

He boomed the last sentence, curling his lips over gritted teeth, and emphasized his words by grabbing Helen’s cigarette-holding hand at the wrist. His eyes turned angry once again as he stood up erect, eventually towering over the now cowering Helen while he gripped her arm. His dominant frame wasn’t the only thing erect. Once more, like in the lavatory, the girl felt the head of his stiff penis prodding her lower tummy.

Angel observed the actress playing out her part in the video. She noticed that even through the girl’s fear, a smile slowly began to emerge on her face. Even though the vice-principal was hurting her arm, that knowing smile seemed to be communicating a growing understanding of his strange behavior.

The camera lowered to show the man’s hips slowly starting to pump. He was shoving the tip of his erection repetitively against the girl’s pelvis. It bent in an upward direction each time it came in contact with her. With that crooked smile still on her face, Helen began to bump back against his hard on, causing Mr. Lowe to breathe a little heavier. To be honest, it made both of them breathe heavier. With her increased breathing, her breasts heaved against his chest.

The camera panned back up their bodies showing that he was still gripping the girl’s wrist as the smoke from her cigarette curled into the air. The characters were standing so close now, that to Angel, it almost looked as though they might begin dancing.

“Ms. Kirby…ah, Helen,” he stammered. “Don’t you realize what this habit is doing to your lungs…what it’s  doing t-to your body?”

“Please, Mr. Lowe,” Helen said softly, her voice quavering due to the ever-mounting sexual tension, but with that naughty crooked smile still creasing her face.

“Please don’t suspend me. I-I’ll do anything. Anything!—”she repeated.

“Ms…ah…Helen,” the teacher choked, “Don’t you understand what you’re doing to your…I mean; wh-what you do to men as they watch you do this?”

His erection continued to bump against her. Some of the sticky fluid oozing through the material of his pants from the wet tip was now transferring to her skirt. It was creating a wet spot on the fabric just below her belt line.

“Why, what ever do you mean, Mr. Lowe?” she questioned in a faked quandary, looking down at the vice-principal’s massive boner with a cheeky expression, and then looking back into his flustered face.

“Well, for example; take what happened earlier,” he began, his breathing becoming a bit more even.”Do you remember?…When I barged in on you in the girls’ rest room. You know? …When I initially caught you sm-smoking?”

“Yes?” she responded, looking at her mostly finished cigarette.

He gulped and eased up on the grip he had on her wrist. He let go of her arm, but she kept her hand raised, femininely holding the cigarette close to her face as if she were about to take a puff.

“That looks about spent, Helen” the vice-principal observed, pointing out the cigarette.

“Would you like another?”

“Mmmm-hmm,” she moaned in a slow and deliberate, almost musically saucy tone. She let go of the cigarette without moving her arm, watching it fall to the floor as her pelvis continued to bump against the teacher’s boner.

This time, he moved to put it out for her. The cigarette had fallen to the floor, landing by her side, but rolled slightly back behind her. So, when he moved forward to extinguish it under his shoe, his body pressed harder against the student’s curvaceous form. She pushed back, crushing her breasts to his chest and trapping his swollen cock as it pointed upward between their bodies. They both heaved a lust-filled sigh from the sensation.

Lowe reached into the front pocket of her bag to get her cigarettes. He pulled out the pack of Salem 100s and then gingerly stuck his other hand into her sweater pocket for her lighter. Before grabbing it, he purposely squeezed her hip.

“Oh,” Helen gasped feeling the sudden contact, and then smiled roguishly at the teacher, her mouth pushed to one side.

He shook out a fresh lengthy cigarette from the top of the pack and offered it to the girl. While staring mischievously into his eyes, Helen lowered her head and took the filter into her mouth. She raised her head afterward, looking up at him with wide eyes, and with the cigarette suspended between her delicate, full lips. A bright flash suddenly illuminated their faces as Mr. Lowe’s trembling hand ignited the lighter. He held it away from her, lower to the side, so she had to lean forward and bow her head down again to accept the light. Her tits crushed harder against his chest as he breathed in the sweet, fruity scent of perfume from her hair. A slight tremor rolled through the teacher’s body when the girl cupped his hand, maneuvering it toward her. The flame touched the tip of the cigarette, and Helen pulled it in. She felt the teacher’s rigid cock throb against her, just above her moist pussy, and for the moment, she pushed back against it.

“Mmm,” she moaned, lifting her head, and framing the fresh cigarette with the index and middle fingers of her left hand, while coaxing the first drag into her mouth. She pulled away from him slightly, allowing his hard-on to point straight out between them. Once again, she began bumping up against the head of the stiff protrusion.

Meanwhile, he watched her take the drag, and gulped as she pulled the cigarette away from her painted lips.

“As I was saying, Ms. Kirby…” he began again, mesmerized by the sight of the suspended ball of smoke appearing in her open mouth, just before she inhaled.

“Mmm-hmm?” she cooed again, closing her lips.

Helen’s hand daintily held the cigarette perched between her fingers close to her face. She pursed her lips in that sexy relaxed fashion once again, and blew a steady stream of smoke out into the air just past the side of the educator’s head. Another inch to the left would have had that stream rushing right into his face. However, he did feel the smoky warm air brushing by his ear, and once again he breathed in her sweet intoxicating body essence blended with the exhaled cigarette smoke. The VP was visibly frazzled by this, and he tried to collect his thoughts.

However, the game seemed to be changing, the rules deviating, as the “little Miss” of the plot line gained some control within these proceedings. Angel knew that the dominating vice-principal character would have to work fast and think more clearly in order to bounce the proverbial ball back into his court. Time seemed to be running out on his endurance. He looked as if he would cum very soon.

Angel watched this scene playing out with extreme interest while she quickly approached her own orgasm. The spectacle of the teacher’s hard-on bouncing against the girl’s skirt made Angel feel woozy. Like the video vice-principal, Angel’s endurance was waning, as well. But instead of decreasing the movement of her hand, she accelerated her pleasure-filled masturbation, fucking her middle finger more insistently into the hole of her clothed pussy, ultimately shoving the material of the panties deeper and deeper into the wet tunnel with every stroke.

Back on screen; the vice-principal, now trying to regain control, hardened his expression as he looked into the face of the seductive girl. They were still standing very close, gazing into each others eyes.

“*ahem*…Yes. As I was saying—” he started, “When I burst in on you, catching you in the act of smoking in the bathroom; do you remember what you did?”

“No, Mr. Lowe. What did I do?” she replied directly, turning her head slightly without breaking her gaze, while bringing the filter tip of her cigarette closer to her lips.

“Well, you did something—al-although inadvertently, purely by accident, I’m sure—that might cause trouble for you…I-I mean in a sexual sense,” he stammered, perspiration beginning to break out along his forehead.

“Ah-ah-ah that is to say, you did something that may put you in an unsavory predicament if you were ever to do it to a man again…”

“D-d-do you know what I’m referring to? Do you remember?”

With a mock quizzical look, Helen tilted her head more to the side and brought the cigarette even closer to her exquisite mouth. Of course in reality, she had already guessed.

“Oh!” she replied as if in sudden comprehension.

“Do you mean when I did this?…”

As seen from a close-up shot of their profiled faces, the sexy student quickly lifted the cigarette to her mouth once more. Her full lips surrounded the reddened filter while her fingers parted slightly, leaving the cigarette suspended there as she began to take a drag. Again, the sound of crackling tobacco is heard as the young girl’s cheeks caved in during a long pull. She brought her fingers back inward, grasping the filter near the base again, and then pulled the cigarette out from her opening lips. Another beautifully-formed ball of smoke appeared, before Helen sucked it into her lungs with a gasp.

Her hand went back to the position of holding the cigarette near her face, and her lips pursed provocatively to begin to blow. This time Angel had no doubt where Helen would be blowing her smoke. She watched the girl lean in a little closer to the vice-principal’s perspiring face. And with an exaggerated ‘whoosh’ sound, Helen began to expel her smoke through the slight opening between her lips.

The white expanding stream traversed the short space between them, eventually jetting directly against the vice-principal’s sweaty face. Its volume blew onto his nose and mouth, and then quickly spread across the rest of his face. Some of the smoke parted, billowing back around both sides of his head. Because of how close Helen’s lips were to Mr. Lowe’s face, the force of the stream also mushroomed some of the smoke back into her own face. She closed her eyes and smiled as she continued to blow.

In the midst of Helen’s exhale, the camera angle shifted to the profile shot of their lower bodies, where the principal’s stiff appendage still pointing straight out and prodded against the girl’s stomach. Suddenly without warning, resembling a cobra striking out at its prey, Mr. Lowe’s right arm swung forward. In a knee-jerk reaction to the aroma and feeling her smoke jetting into his face, he grabbed Helen’s left arm by the wrist. He dropped his hold down to her hand, quickly pulling it to his erection, and started forcing her to wrap her fingers around its stiff length in a side-handed grip while she was still exhaling into his face. The scene shifts back up to their faces showing Helen finishing her hot exhale, and then gasping passionately into the teeth-gritting face of the disciplining teacher, as the situation abruptly turned violent.

“Yessss,” he hissed through curled lips, his other hand coming up and grabbing her shoulder to pull her recoiling body closer.

“THAT is EXACTLY what I meant, my dear young woman!”

The scene shifted back down to their mid-sections. Angel could hear the aroused student gasping fearfully into the educator’s face, as the camera now showed the ongoing struggle happening at their waistlines. At this point, Mr. Lowe’s larger hand covered Helen’s, holding it in place and forcing her fingers to remain wrapped around the thick organ as she tried to pull her hand away. After a couple of seconds, she stopped resisting.

Not having the physical strength to pull her hand back, the hapless girl had no choice but to grip tightly. Lowe started using her hand to pump, forcing an in-and-out movement on the swollen, cloth-covered erection. Once he felt certain that the girl would not pull away, he released his grip and moved his hand back to her wrist. Sure enough, Helen’s hand remained, the fingers tightly clasped around his dick. The vice-principal could feel her grasping and squeezing. With spastic movement, he then began jerking her arm, causing her fist to pump the stiff shaft. The sound of Helen’s tortured gasps continued to fill the room, with her hand now jacking in and out.

The camera shifted back to their faces.

“Oh, Mr. Lowe! What are you doing?” the girl panted, her voice trilling due to the erratic movement.

“Oh god!… D-did I do this to you?”

“Yes! Now, do you sa-sa-see what I mean, Ms Kirby, huh?” he growled, shaking her body violently and making the girl jerk him off faster over his trousers.

“Do you see the predicament?…Do you see what you might get yourself into by acting so brazenly…huh…Do you?”

Her closed fist gripped and squeezed his bloated erection harder, fucking it off, as he continued to force her arm to pump.

“Yessss, I think s-so, Ma-Mister Lowe,” Helen blurted breathlessly. Her head bobbed while the teacher shook her by the shoulder and wrist. Her captive body was being tossed back and forth through the spastic movements, and her panting became more increasingly uneven through the obscene hand job.

Angel was certain the actress playing Helen wasn’t faking her excitement. It seemed genuine. She could guess that the girl’s pussy was probably juicing through the fabric of her own underwear in response to feeling the sticky seminal fluid oozing into the palm of her hand through the fabric of the man’s trousers as she jerked his dick.

“B-but I-I’m not quite sure if I-I fully understand,” Helen whispered breathlessly into his face. “Sh-should I try it again?”

“Oooh, Mist-Mister Lowe!” she cried in aroused desperation. “Shhh-ould I tr-try again?”

At that point, the Mr. Lowe character was almost out of control. With his mouth open and his own breathing ragged, he looked down between their rocking bodies. Even though he was still gripping Helen’s jacking arm, it became apparent to him that she was moving on her own, while she squeezed and pumped her hand on his cloth-covered. Helen had apparently given in to the passionate, lush-driven discipline. He relinquished his grip on her wrist a bit, easing just enough to reveal red welts on her skin, left behind from the force of his fingers. He moved his hand farther up her arm.

“Yesss, Ms. Kirby. I w-want you to full comprehend the consequences of your actions,” he croaked, looking back into her eyes as she jerked him off.

“B-by all means…try it again.”

Helen turned her head and quickly shoved the cigarette filter back between her lips. She pulled another drag into her mouth and popped the smoke into her lungs while moving her gripping fingers all the way up the length of the teacher’s hard shaft. For added emphasis, she squeezed and began to pump just the throbbing tip of the vice-principal’s dick as her mouth formed that perfect kiss shape again. The fabric of his pants was so fully saturated now that a wet swishing noise could be heard due to her squeezes.

And then once again Helen blew a noisy rushing stream of smoke through the open slit of her sensuous lips right into the educator’s face.

“AHHHHHH!” he cried in earnest, bellowing into the face of the student, while her exhale jetted against his features.

The vice-principal’s hands completely let go of the girl during the course of her hot smoke-laced exhale, his arms falling freely to his sides. This left the student to operate on her own. From the profile angled shot—and by the way she was grasping his tented trouser bulge—it looked as though she was trying to prevent the teacher from falling backward. Helen continued to squeeze and jack just the head of his hard boner as Mr. Lowe groaned on in overwhelming pleasure, arching his back and thrusting his hips forward.

Watching the video, it was obvious to Angel that the vice-principal character was teetering on the very precipice, struggling at the end of his endurance. And he was probably just moments away from bursting the contents of his tortured nuts into Helen’s pumping fist, right through the material of his pants.

It was then, while watching the young girl’s hand throttling and jacking the head of the man’s hidden erection, Angel came. She came hard, her hand matching the rhythm of the student’s fist and the jerking action of the vice-principle’s hips, while she finger-banged her contracting vaginal sleeve through the thin panties.

“Oooh f-f-f-fuck-k-k-k,” Angel hissed, her thin voice choked with lust, her vagina oozing a squirt of secretion around the invading finger, further soaking the pink undergarment.

“Jeeeesusss, Ma-Mister Lowe,” panted the disciplined teen in the video.

Helen’s hand continued to drub the pulsating head of the man’s concealed organ. A quick close-up of the action below showed how wet and sticky the fabric had become under the sexy student’s manipulations.

“I-I think I understand!” Helen said breathlessly, nodding her head.

“I’ve got to be more careful; don’t I?”

“I’ll try to be more mindful of my actions…Look, see? Watch me! I can do this.”

The female student continued her assault on his erection, pumping it vigorously, but quickly lifted the mostly spent cigarette back to her mouth for another drag. The teacher moaned watching her perfect, full lips grip the lipstick-smudged filter again and then pop open with another beautiful snap inhale after her drag. He brought his hands back up to their original positions, this time grasping at the girl as if to brace himself before experiencing the onslaught of another one of her devastating exhales. During this sexual-charged seizure, in his excitement, the clutching hand the VP had placed on her shoulder forced the sweater to fall down on that side. The material slipped down, bunching up into the crook of her bent arm.

Angel noticed that the director of this video chose to emphasis this moment with a tight profile angle. The camera, now in close, panned down starting from a view at the very top of the student’s bare arm coming out of her now visible sleeveless white blouse. Then it moved to show the exposed soft flesh of her upper arm. The shot finally stopped at the bend in her arm where the sweater hung. It showed the restraining grasp of vice-principal’s hand as it desperately clung to her arm for support. Beyond that, the shot revealed the student’s quivering, open hand, her burning cigarette perched between the fingers. The power exerted by the VP’s clutching hand, and the student’s arm straining against that force, shook her cigarette visibly. Angel watched more ashes break free and fall to the floor.

Even through her orgasm, Angel decided that this brief artistic video montage sequence was very well placed, and extremely hot. If fact, all of it—especially the very nature of the conflict itself being portrayed in this dirty video—had Angel out of her mind with lust. She clutched at her breasts with one hand while rubbing her sex all the harder with the other.

It was quite apparent to Angel that the Helen had this man’s number. She was totally embracing the idiosyncrasies of his fetish, and was using her knowledge to her advantage in this sexually-charged conflict. Besides being caught up in the passion herself, Helen was perfectly willing to do whatever it took in order to get out of a possible suspension, Angel surmised. She continued to watch this sex drama unfold, as a hot flame began to grow rapidly in her mind.

Then suddenly, it stuck her. It hit her hard, right in the middle of Helen’s inhale…

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The Epiphany, The Video, Her Emerging Fetish, And The Vice-Principal -A Fetish Tale of Smoking, Masturbation, and Facials.

(See past installments for disclaimers)

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The girl remained in this compromised position for a fleeting moment, her eyes turned upward to look at the educator’s face. She then moved her head backward, creating a slight space between her lips and the vice-principal’s cock head. A very noticeable smudge of her lipstick, set in the shape of a kiss, graced the light-grey material of his pants. The student’s eyes turned back down to look at the protrusion.

The next camera angle showed the girl’s point-of-view, giving Angel a mouth-watering glimpse of an obscene cloth-covered hard-on. Besides the lipstick stain, the weeping head was beginning to soil and darken the light colored material of its owner’s trousers with secreting fluid. It looked delicious to Angel, and she found herself hoping the girl would actually take it between her lips. However, the comedy of errors continued when the young student began to rise to a standing position, for she again managed to catch the jutting boner. This time she pushed it in the other direction, nestling its girth between her breasts on the way up. The vice-principle sucked in a frustrated breath and looked down at his hidden boner briefly resting in the straining blouse-shrouded cleavage of the young student’s tits. In the wake of her passing breasts, his stiff organ bounced up and down for an instant. Then both disciplining teacher and naughty student stood face to face once more. He took a deep labored breath to compose himself.

“Now get your bag and come with me,” he ordered slowly, letting the breath out as he spoke.

The girl backed away while turning, and then started walking tentatively toward one of the toilets, intending to discard the cigarette.

“NO!” he bellowed. His booming voice reverberated off the cold tile walls. The echoing words startled the girl into motionlessness.

“I said, get your bag and come with me…NOW!”

“B-but the cigarette…don’t y-you want me to throw—?” she stammered, turning to face the teacher.

“Young lady,” he interrupted angrily, again his voice thundering through the room!

“Get your bag from that sink, and come with me,” this time speaking in a slow, deliberate tone.

Angel was getting more aroused watching this scene play out. She gasped yet again looking at the two characters standing several feet apart from one another in that bathroom. The busty girl stood there frozen in her tracks, a frightened look on her face. She still nervously held the burning cigarette between her fingers, while staring at her vice-principal, who stood just across the room. The angry disciplinarian stood in profile to the camera, while he moved his hand onto the door handle—his massive boner pushing the fabric of his thin light-grey spring trousers almost straight out into a tent-shape.

Still glaring at the student with an ice-cold stare, the vice principal’s stretched arm pulled open the door, showing the student the way into the hall. The girl walked over to the sink and grabbed her bag, then walked past the angry educator out into the corridor ahead of him. He followed her out into the empty hall.

With cigarette in hand, she started down the corridor to the left, in the direction where she knew the VP’s office was located. She hadn’t taken more than a few steps when she heard him suddenly yell again.

“NO, young woman!” It stopped her cold again, and she turned, looking at him with a startled reaction.

“This way,” the educator indicated, pointing in the opposite direction. That section of the long hallway was dark for the most part, only being illuminated by shafts of light coming from the alternately staggered open doors of empty classrooms on either side. Angel assumed that this was taking place after school hours when most of the building was vacant.

The camera angles changed quickly, first showing a shot down the long corridor. Then it switched to a close-up of the vice-principal pointing down the hall—his face turned toward the student—then to a close-up shot of the girl’s frightened face. With her eyes opened wide, she bit her bottom lip and walked toward him, moving off camera.

The next shot was a jump cut showing video taken from inside of one of the classrooms. The camera pointed toward the open doorway from the other side of the room, showing the darkened hall beyond. Angel immediately recognized the classroom as being the setting in the hot video capture she was looking at earlier. Her heart jumped and her pussy squirted into her panties as thoughts of what she was about to witness filtered into her mind.

From what the picture had shown, she knew how this video ended, and she couldn’t wait to see that stiff cock jetting semen all over the smoking girl’s face. Feeling close to an orgasm brought on by the suspense, Angle was half tempted to push the player’s timeline control, fast forwarding the video to the facial event itself. But she stopped herself and continued watching, running her fingers up and down over the clitoral hood of her pussy through the wet panties.

From inside the classroom, approaching footsteps could be heard echoing down the hall. Angel saw the girl walking pass the door first.

“No!” the teacher’s voice echoed in the hall as he appeared outside the open door.

“In here…number 14…”

He waited, and the girl finally appeared. She squeezed by him, walking into the room. He followed her in, closing and locking the classroom door, as the student stepped toward the teacher’s desk in foreground of the shot. She looked around the room somewhat in of a state of confusion and feeling awkward; not knowing what to do about the half-smoked cigarette she still clutched between her fingers. The camera pulled back while it followed the vice-principal’s movements as he strode past the girl and walked toward the windows on the other side of the room. He arrived at the first window sill and reached up, grabbing the string to the shade.

“Helen? That is your name, is it not? Helen Kirby, right? …Senior? …Mrs. Salvatore’s homeroom?” he questioned while pulling down the shade.

Helen nodded timidly, cigarette smoke wafting up around her face.

“Ms. Kirby,” he continued, having finished pulling the shade of the window and walking to the next, with his back turned toward her.

“Oh…you may resume smoking that thing if you wish. Feel free.” he said looking over his shoulder at her with a slight grin on his face, as he pulled the shade down on the next window.

He chuckled “After I’m through with you, you will have plenty of time to indulge in the habit to your heart’s content…well, at least for three days; anyway…I believe that’s the customary time allotment for a suspension?”

Angel could see distress wash across the pretty student’s face.

As Helen watched the educator move to the last window in the back of the room, a look of puzzlement blended with the distress expression on her face. She looked at him as he pulled down the last shade, and almost giggled while taking note of the protrusion still pressing outward in his dress pants. She did feel the seriousness of this predicament. She was fearful of what may happen to her, while becoming very much aroused by the sight of his erection. But she couldn’t help sensing the comedy. He just looked silly, standing there with his trousers distended that way. That feeling quickly passed as she tried to digest the meaning of his last words.

Helen looked at the almost fully spent cigarette between her fingers, very cognizant of just how peculiar this whole situation had become. Here she was, standing in a classroom in front of the school’s vice-principal, a much feared authoritarian. They were alone, he was obviously aroused, and she held a lit cigarette in her hand. If that wasn’t strange enough, the disciplinarian was actually encouraging her to smoke, while at the same time he hinted to a possible three-day suspension as being a fitting punishment for being caught smoking in the girl’s lavatory. The odd and disquieting combination of words her vice-principal had just spoken had a duel effect, both bewildering and frightening the poor girl. She turned her gaze back to the educator, and looked at him in shocked puzzlement.

“Oh, I’m in earnest Ms. Kirby. I meant it,” he said, turning around to face her from the back of the room, his hands now in his pockets.

“Go right ahead…smoke.” Putting his hands in the pockets of his trousers only accentuated his condition. It stretched the material even more taut over his erection.

Helen turned her eyes away from the obscene sight of the teacher’s bulge and looked at the cigarette again. She then looked back at him, still puzzled as to what may happen next.

“Oh…*ahem*…I see. Your cigarette is finished, isn’t it?” the vice-principle observed as he shuffled forward, making his way toward the front of the room.

“Light another,” he suggested, moving around to the back of the teacher’s desk in front of which Helen stood.

“Go on,” he encouraged. “Drop the finished one on the floor and crush it out…Don’t worry about the mess. The custodian will take care of it”

Still baffled, Helen cocked her brunette head, her full lips pouting.

“B-but Mr. Lowe…I-I—” she began.

“I said it’s okay,” he shouted, suddenly irritated, his face turning cold and stern once again for that brief moment, and then softening.

“Put it out on the floor, and light another,” he returned in a more subdued tone.

“You do have more, don’t you?…In your bag?”

“W-Well, yes…b-but—b,” she stammered.

“Then, by all means,” he interrupted. “Enjoy it while you can.”

Helen shrugged her shoulders ever so slightly and cautiously dropped the spent butt to the floor. Crushing it out under her shoe, she returned her bemused gaze back toward the vice-principle. At first she looked into his eyes, and then she dropped her glance down to the tent still poking stiffly out from the crotch of his straining trousers. With a deep sigh, her head shaking in disbelief, she maneuvered her oversized shoulder bag around in front of her and began rummaging nervously through the front pocket. She produced the pack of Salem, and looked back up at the vice-principal’s face for approval.

“Yes,” he smiled back at her, nodding his head, then leaning forward to grasp the chair in front of him.

“Please feel free, Ms. Kirby.”

A camera close-up of Helen’s face filled the video player screen, showing her looking sheepishly in his eyes for any sign of anger, while she tried to understand this odd, stressful situation. Concern over what the vice-principal might be planning reflected in her face. Her dark brown eyes shined softly as she sighed in resignation, shrugging her shoulders again. She then nervously shook out a fresh Salem 100 from the pack and placed the filter tip between her glossed lips. A quick glance back at the educator revealed to the beautiful student an unchanged expression on his face. He was still smiling. She continued to look straight into his eyes, cigarette dangling from her pouting lips, while she reached into the pocket of her sweater for the lighter. She blinked, sighed stressfully once more, and flicked the wheel of her lighter, apprehension and reluctance dogging her every move.

Angel watched in excitement as the video continued. At that moment, she wasn’t thinking of Mr. Hogarth, her real-life vice-principle. She wasn’t thinking about the peculiar behavior he displayed at his office window the day Angel secretly watched him observing Joan smoke her cigarette outside the school. She was much too occupied absorbing the sexual tension coming to a boil in the video.

But with a nagging suspicion building in the back of her mind, Angel began pressing her manicured fingers harder against her panties, while rubbing her hidden clitoris in a vigorous circular motion. Her breathing became more labored and choppy as she slowly approached an inevitable orgasmic explosion. She wished she could light a cigarette, but that wouldn’t be prudent, considering both her mother and her brother were down stairs. Still, she thought, smoking a cigarette at the same time would make her cum all the harder. She tried to put the thought of lighting up anyway out of her mind, and turned her attention back to the steamy video scenario playing out on her laptop.

The flame from the lighter bent into the tip of Helen’s Salem. Her cheeks hollowed as she pulled a long drag of smoke into her mouth. Her lovely eyes were once again focused on Mr. Lowe’s distended trousers. The camera angle switched to show his crotch again. The shot revealed a noticeable twitch as his hard, fabric-hidden dick jumped up within the confines of the tented pants. The angle switched again to show Helen’s face while she pulled the lipstick-stained cigarette out from between her lush lips. Her mouth, now opened, briefly showed a suspended ball of smoke behind those pretty lips, just before she breathed the cloud down into her lungs.

A quick jump cut back to the educator’s face showed his smile dwindling and his eyes closing into slits. A slight look of arousal moved across his features before the camera cut back to Helen’s face once more. She pursed her lips into a relaxed kiss-shape, and began to jet the stream of smoke through the narrow opening between them. Her eyes were still fixed on the teacher’s obscene looking boner.

The student’s exhale was natural, deliberate and very sexy to the on-looking Angel. The camera angle shifted back a bit to show both characters facing one another across the desk as Helen’s exhale continued. The smoke moved forward from her lips in a tight stream, and widened out in front of her. The expanding cloud traversed the space between the two, eventually reaching the vice-principle, who was still leaning forward, bracing the weight of his body against the chair behind the desk. As the cloud washed over his face, he took in an audible breath. Angel knew he was breathing in Helen’s smoke. She squeezed her clitoris as she watched the vice-principal’s embarrassing erection squirt another fabric-darkening gout of pre-cum into his pants.

“There now,” Mr. Lowe said breathing out a labored sigh while regaining his composure.

“Feel better?”

Helen nodded sheepishly, still trying to understand the meaning of what might be happening, while also trying to figure a way out of this puzzling, intimidating predicament.

“Good,” he responded.

The teacher folded his arms and moved around to the side of the desk closest to the smoking student. He rested his buttocks on the edge of the desk, positioning his body in a kind of half-sitting, half-leaning posture in front of the student. His boner now jutted upward, towering almost straight up from his lap behind the material of his loose dress pants. From his perch, he leaned in closer to Helen. The two video characters were now just inches apart. The female student was positioned right in front of him, practically standing between his legs. Helen’s natural reaction was to timidly back away slightly. But the vice-principle countered her movement during the motion by reaching out and hooking his index finger into the student’s opened blouse at the button just above her inviting cleavage. He then pulled her back toward him.

With his thumb on the outside of the blouse, he had also managed to unbutton the garment there, as he pulled her forward. The sheer size of her rather large breasts strained the fabric in the first place. So when the button came undone, the white cotton flaps retreated by force in opposite direction across her ample chest. Not only was the girl’s cleavage now exposed, but the inner halves of both soft orbs stood firm and succulent, visibly blistering out from behind the restraining smooth red cloth of her low-cut bra. She did not seem to take notice to this while she stared into the intimidating eyes of the vice-principal as he spoke.

“Now,” he said, dropping his hand away from her half-open blouse and into his lap right near the towering erection, “…suppose we start with you telling me why?”

“…Why do you ‘feel better?’…What do you get out of that,” he queried, indicating the cigarette held between her fingers?

“P-Please, Mr. Lowe! Don’t suspend me! I-I promise never t—,” Helen rapidly blurted while flailing her cigarette holding hand through the air.

“Nah, ah, ah,” he sung in staccato tone, grabbing her flailing arm and cutting her off once again in mid sentence.

“We’re off subject, Ms. Kirby, are we not? Let’s take one thing at a time, please.”

Clearing his throat, he let go of her arm and began again.

“Now…calm yourself, relax… take another puff, collect your thoughts, and respond directly to the questions I am asking.”

Again, this video playlet was staying true to the main overarching theme from the category under which Angel found it on the dirty website. “Girls smoking,” with extra emphasis being placed on their nature-looking exhales was the key feature. Of course, Angel also knew that the specialized sub-category for this particular video—along with all the others like it found on that page—placed emphasis on girls blowing their smoke at stiff, cum-spurting penises. With that running through her mind, her vagina throbbed as she thought about the ending of this hot video.

Once more, the camera focused on the pretty student’s face. Angel could detect a slowly growing realization beginning to reflect in girl’s eyes during the silence passing between her and the disciplining educator. Angel also sensed what the actress, in her character, was finally coming to grips with, that being the vice-principal actually was aroused by her smoking. He apparently wanted her to satisfy his urge to see her drag on her cigarette and exhale while he was disciplining her.

Apprehensively, but with a sense of curiosity, the pretty female student brought the cigarette back up to her face and gripped the lipstick-coated filter between her exquisite lips. Her fingers parted away from the suspended cigarette in an expanding ‘v,’ and her eyes stared into his, while she took another cheek-hollowing drag. Angel could hear the tobacco and the paper crackle, the tip flaring and glowing red hot in ignition.

Pulling the cigarette away, the girl’s lips sprang open, once again momentarily revealing a tight ball of smoke suspended inside her mouth. She casually dropped her hand back down by her side. Just as quickly, the ball of smoke disappeared, as the girl inhaled it down into her lungs with a sexy, audible gasp. Her breasts heaved outward toward the educator’s chest during the inhale. A few jump cuts happened in rapid succession; first to a close-up of the observant vice-principal’s face—his eyes still stern, but his lips forming a silent “oh”—and then down to a profile close-up shot of his clothed Eiffel-Tower-of-an-erection swaying to and fro.

Angel also gasped with the young girl’s intake of smoke, and the camera angle shifted again, showing the two characters in profile, their faces only a couple of inches apart. Feeling the sexual tension becoming as thick as molasses in that video classroom, Angel ran her index finger along the camel toe split of her juicing, panty-clad vagina in response, waiting for the sexy student to exhale. She found herself wishing once again that she could light up and smoke in her bedroom. Angel didn’t realize it at the time, but she was quickly developing a strong smoking fetish of her own.

The wider angle showed both characters face to face as Helen Kirby pursed her full lips in preparation to blow. She wanted to be mindful of their close proximity and to be careful not to blow her smoke into Mr. Lowe’s face. To accomplish this she extended her relaxed bottom lip while firming her upper. The exhale was lovely. With a breathy, sensual and prolonged “whoosh” sound, she sent a fast-dispersing, streaming cone of smoke almost straight up at a seventy-five degree angle between their close-set faces. Unfortunately, she inadvertently retracted her bottom lip during the very end of her exhale, projecting the stream of the thinning smoke right down. The dwindling cone descended across his face from his forehead to his lips.

The vice-principal’s reaction was swift and knee-jerk. His eyes closed and his hands quickly moved up, grabbing both Helen’s forearms, gripping them hard through her sweater. He sucked in a gasp, partially in sexual response to feeling of her warm, smoke-laced breath flowing against his face, but mostly to breathe in her essence. The heady aroma of her lungs, of her body, inundated his senses, causing him to briefly loose control. But not before his painful erection secreted another dollop of pre-cum through the material of his trousers. The student gasped dramatically as well, her lips shaping a surprised ‘o’ as the she felt vice-principal suddenly seizing her. His hands throttled her arms, forcing them straight down close to her body, essentially holding Helen’s smaller frame captive within his heated grasp. The cigarette bobbed between the fingers of her restrained hand, and an ash broke free, falling to the floor at her feet…

It was at that precise moment Angel finally connected the dots.

 

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(to be continued)

 

Links to all parts thus far  ⤵️

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 , Part 8

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