Marie's mother catches her smoking a cigarette and gives her an ultimatum. If she wants to keep smoking like a dirty whore, she needs to suck and fuck her stepfather like a dirty whore.
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CAUTION: It should be obvious from the title and intro, this story includes smoking and prostitution. If those bother you please find something else to read.
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So, you want to know how my daughter Marie became a cigarette whore?
She followed in my footsteps, and her grandmother’s. It’s really sort of a family tradition.
My fiancée once said me changing the spelling of my name to “Cathie” seemed exotic and sexy. I changed it because four other women and girls in our neighborhood were “Cathy” or “Kathy”, and two were “Katie”.
I’d been engaged to Keith over two years, and he wouldn’t agree to a wedding date. He pestered me for sex at least daily, sometimes twice or even three times a day, and didn’t like me smoking in the house.
He had a smoking fetish and enjoyed staring at my mouth while I puffed away, but the smell bothered him. He only let me smoke in the garage, the bathroom with the fan on, or anywhere if I opened a window and let him put his pecker in me. I loved him the first month or so we were together, but it soon became obvious he was mostly in love with sex.
The biggest problem was his stamina. It wasn’t like I could suck him or give him a quickie for three minutes and be done with it. Nearly every time, he took over half an hour to cum. Occasionally he went on and on, screwing and fucking, fucking and screwing, in and out, in and out, for an hour!
Even the best blowjobs I could give took at least twenty minutes with him! Many women would love a guy lasting that long. I usually come in ten minutes or so, and any penetration after that is uncomfortable.
He bought everything my daughter and I needed, and more. I play violin as a hobby and joked about getting a Stradivarius the next time I had a few million to spare. An amateur like me playing a real Stradivarius would be absurd, but Keith spent three grand buying me a very nice violin the next Christmas.
He had no idea what teens liked, so he gave Marie a mall gift card with a thousand bucks on it. She promptly purchased five pounds of candy, five pounds of cheap costume jewelry, five pounds of cheap makeup, and several overly slutty outfits.
His work as a computer company bigwig bored me to tears when he tried to discuss it with me. He didn’t care much about my passions, either, art and music. Most of our talks were about basic household matters or him pestering me for sex.
When I complained about him to my mother, she helped out in a very odd way. I agreed to let him “cheat” with her once a week. I have to admit, after he paid for her breast implant revision surgery, she's still quite attractive from the tits down.
Instead of being jealous or angry, I was more than happy to get a break and have a quiet bedroom all to myself for a change.
Keith and I had a few big arguments, but there was no way I could afford to leave him. He gave me several expensive gifts as apologies and kept claiming he loved me. He never hurt or abused me, other than begging for sex far more often than I wanted it.
Eventually we reached a deal. I’d give him oral, anal, and intercourse once a week each and he could “cheat” with my mother every weekend. He’d keep paying the bills and leave me alone the rest of the time. We didn’t use the words, but he was effectively paying to fuck his hooker.
My daughter Marie was a big problem, too. She was a rebellious little bitch a long time, just like I was at the same age, barely eighteen. She snuck out of the house to go to parties late at night and dated boys that I knew were no good. I don’t know for sure, but I think she messed around with another girl, too.
Instead of "Marie", Keith playfully called her "Mary Contrary", then "Contrary", then "Connie", and eventually just "Con." It seemed to fit her, since she was on a path toward jail unless she made some major changes. I started calling her “Contrary” but spelled it “CUNTrary” in my head.
Over the course of several months she stole a carton’s worth of my cigarettes, one, two, or three at a time. In the last two weeks, five more packs had disappeared. Very early one morning, a cop even caught her and her best friend walking home drunk as skunks, carrying mostly empty wine bottles!
After all of that I was about to kick her out of the house, until we figured out a way the whole family could be happy.
Our deal was perfect!
Until it wasn’t.
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THURSDAY NIGHT
I was more than tired enough to sleep, but Keith insisted on sex. “C’mon, Cathie. We have a deal. I haven’t had your butt in over a week. You don’t even need to do anything. Just lay there, and I’ll do all the work.”
I knew resisting would lead to a long argument he’d eventually win, like the last five or six times. I sighed and reluctantly agreed. “Okay, just make it quick. I’m exhausted.” I moved a pillow to the middle of the bed and undressed. I laid on my side, then reached to the nightstand for my cell phone.
He finished taking his clothes off while giving me adoring compliments, as usual. “You’re so gorgeous! What a wonderful body! I can hardly believe I’m so lucky!” He climbed on the bed next to me and fondled my buttocks. “Such a lovely, nicely round…” I put in my earbuds and started watching a music video.
I felt something cold and slippery between my butt cheeks, while he prepped us for anal sex. I took my lighter and cigarettes from the nightstand and lit up. The minty but mildly acrid smoke from my Misty menthol 120 calmed me and gave me some relief, at least emotionally. Something small slipped through my rump ring and moved around inside me. Over the music I heard, “SO FUCKIN’ HOT!”
I turned the volume up and did my best to ignore Keith’s fingers, and then his big cock sliding into my asshole. It was uncomfortable and disgusting, but he was careful not to hurt me. I only let him do my butt while laying on our sides, instead of some of the freaky positions he said my mother liked.
Deep-throating was much, much worse. After the first and only time I swallowed the head of his long fat dick, I began to suffocate and had a panic attack. He was reasonable enough to settle for regular blowjobs once a week, after that.
It was difficult to focus on my little phone display, with the bed moving around and a large sweaty man bouncing against my ass and lower back. I could barely hear him mumbling happy remarks as he stuffed my butt. “So sexy, Cathie! So fuckin’ good!”
After three cigarettes and seven or eight songs, far, far too long, his thrusts sped up drastically then stopped. I felt his semen squirting into me, warming my rectum from the inside. I tossed my cell and earbuds on the nightstand and complained, “Dammit! You should’ve used a condom, or pulled out and squirted on the sheet! Now I need an enema and a shower before I can sleep!”
“Sorry. I was so horny! You’re so sexy I didn’t think of that. I love you so much. Sorry…”
I ignored Keith's apology and walked to the bathroom, nude with cum leaking from my ass. I heard the bathroom fan running and opened the door. I was even more annoyed the bathroom was quite smoky and there was a smoldering cigarette dangling from my daughter Marie's lips.
I exclaimed, “Fuck! I’m too tired for this! You know you’re not supposed to smoke! Go to bed! I’ll deal with you tomorrow.”
She asked, “What’s that on your leg? Why is your butthole open … OHMIGAWD!”
I responded in annoyance, “He came in my ass again. Now I gotta do an enema, and shower before I can sleep. And some dripped on the floor! Dammit!”
“But I thought if you’re in love, sex is good? You’re engaged, so you two must be in love, right?”
“He loves having his dick in me, but that’s about all.”
“He gives you flowers or candy, or other little things nearly every day. I think most of the time he’s really nice.”
“Well, except for sex. Have you had any luck dating? You can tell me, I won’t be mad.” I hoped she’d find a boyfriend she could move away with.
Marie replied, “All three guys I tried just stuck it in, squirted quick, and left me wanting more. At least they used condoms.” She sighed and seemed very disappointed.
I heard something splash into the toilet and the fecal odor overpowered the smoke. I grabbed the air freshener and sprayed it around. I ordered, “If you’re gonna sit there pooping, at least pass me an enema from under the sink. I can use it in the shower.”
She asked, “Will the cum hurt you if you leave it there?”
“Well, no, but it’s gross. Your boyfriends only lasted a minute?”
She handed me an enema and said, “Yeah. Maybe under a minute, and not exactly boyfriends. We only went out once each. I’m so horny all the time, but I can’t find a decent guy!”
An idea struck me and I asked, “How would you like a man that lasts a long, long time? Would you be willing to try sex with Keith?”
“Uh … maybe.” She slowly turned red as a radish.
“If you do, I’ll let you smoke. I think we’ll be able to smoke in the house, too."
I thought a moment and added, "He might get upset if I just give you to him as if you’re a toy, though. We’ll need to pretend to argue, and your ‘punishment’ will be sex with him.”
I gave her a moment to think, then asked, “Will you do it with him tomorrow night? So I can have some peace on my birthday?”