Stephan heard the front door close. His Aunt Rosie was leaving for the day. She wouldn’t be back until five or so. Wearing only loose boxers, he jumped from his bed. Stephan moved quickly down the hallway, his swinging cock growing with each step.

Today would be the day.

Stephan loved watching women smoke. He’d developed a strong fetish for it. It was so fucking naughty. These women were playing with, and controlling fire and smoke. In his youth, he tried to play but was denied. He thought about the time his mother caught him melting crayons in the basement. She spanked him and made him cry, but that incident only helped to seal the friskiness and sexual playfulness attached to flame and smoke. At an early age, Stephan came to see; that cigarettes in a woman’s possession was unthinkable power and responsibility. Sexual power in a purse or a cigarette case.

How do they not orgasm just from lighting up?

His fetish was so strong, that the mere sight of an ashtray full of used corks would evoke an erection. An empty pack of Newports on the shoulder of the road, Stephan’s cock was hard instantly. A Marlboro Light cigarette butt adorned with ruby red lipstick, pushed into sand at the beach, resulted in an immediate throbbing cock. Even at the sight of a book of matches or a cigarette lighter at the store checkout counter would leave his fuckstick rolling in his jeans and tightening down his thigh. As he experienced each of these sort of things, Stephan would store every smoke-related experience away in his memory, only to recall them later as he stroked his root to a frothy finish.

Reaching the end of the hall, his boxers now a tent in front, Stephan opened his aunt’s bedroom door. The smell of smoke from her morning makeup routine was still in the air. A queen-size bed sat in the middle of the room. Off to the right was a closet full of clothes on hangars, with high-heeled pumps underneath. As luck would have it, at his size, Stephan would fit it all.

He opened her dresser drawers and stopped at the second. Inside were panties and bras. He quickly stripped off the boxers. Standing there naked, Stephan grabbed a powder-blue pair of panties and pulled them up and over his giant bulbous knob. As he did so, a bead of precum pushed through the silky material. At the sight of the clear nectar seeping from the crown of his now-sissy cock, Stephan felt a familiar warmth on his neck and shoulders. The wash of orgasm was approaching.

It’s too soon.

In near panic, Stephan instantly sat on the end of the bed, waiting for the impending orgasm to subside. Once it did, he donned a bra, a yellow day dress, white ankle socks with frills, and matching yellow pumps. He found Rosie’s nail polishes and painted his fingernails pink. As he was doing so, Stephan felt his pisshole pushing out a fresh flow of clear sticky fluid.

My pussy’s getting wet.

He walked over to the vanity mirror and covered his full lips with pink lip gloss. On the bathroom counter, Aunt Rosie’s glass ashtray called. Inside were three partially smoked Benson & Hedges. One stood out. It was a long, almost full cigarette. She must have taken one drag and tapped it out. Next to the ashtray was a box of matches. Stephan struck a match and watched the flame with a lustful yearning. With his other hand, he brought the barely-smoked cigarette to the flame. Running the match under the tip for a few seconds, the cigarette was lit. With all of this naughtiness going on, Stephan felt wash of climax attempting to capture him once again. He steadied himself.

As he turned back toward the bed, lit cigarette between his freshly painted nails, Stephan caught himself in the full length mirror.

I looked amazing.

From a straight-on view, he was every bit a sexy smoking woman. In the mirror, he recognized every sexy smoking woman he’d ever encountered or fantasized about. He'd often dream about giving smoking handjobs, smoking blowjobs, smoking while getting fucked, with his legs on a stud's shoulders, and smoking anal from behind. Stephan even fantasized about having a bull jerking off in front of him as he smoked - dressed like the slut he was seeing in the mirror.

Almost unable to contain himself, Stephan rotated, flattening his hand down at his side, so the tip of the cigarette pointed toward the ceiling. A sensual ribbon of smoke snaked upward. He turned sideways, bringing his wrist up and limp, so the cigarette hand took on a more feminine quality. As he did so, Stephan noticed the middle of the yellow dress was pushed out, almost seven inches away from his hips. This aroused him further.

After tapping the lit smoke in the ashtray a few times, Stephan hiked the yellow dress up to his flat stomach, pulled the blue panties to one side of his cock and balls, and laid on auntie’s bed. With copious amounts of precum flowing, Stephan grabbed for his root with the cigarette hand. Keeping his pointer finger and middle finger extended out, with the cork pinched between, he ran his pinky and ring finger over the knob and down the throbbing shaft of his cock. The pink-polished thumb wrapped over the top of his fuckstick.

I'm so fucking naughty. I'm a naughty girl.

With the sweet smell of cigarette smoke filling the room, he laid back and enjoyed every smoking fetisher’s dream. He was in the presence of a smoking woman, a smoking woman of his own making. Stephan felt empowered. He loved smoking sluts, and now he was a smoking slut himself, and for his very own use.