Looking for Ms. Good Dangle, Part 2

Looking for Ms. Good Dangle - Part2

   A few days later, I was in a bank cashing a check.  When my turn in the
queue came up, I went to the next available teller.  She was a pretty girl
with long light-brown hair, full pink lips, a small nose and eyes that looked
brown behind her glasses.  The name tag on her blouse read Tammy.  Before I
could present my check, she placed her "Closed" sign on top of the little
wall surrounding the teller window.  She said I would be her last customer of
the hour.  She cashed my check and while I was still counting my money, she
was gathering up her purse from the floor.  When I was satisfied that my money
was correct, I thanked her and headed for the front door.

   Before I got to the door, she hurried past me with a cigarette in her mouth
and was digging in her purse for her lighter.  Outside, she lit up about the
time I was getting to the door.  She proceeded to take four or five deep
dangling inhales while smoke billowed from her nose.  I had to stay and watch
this sweet young lady attack her cigarette so I lit one of my own and struck
up a conversation.  She said she was new at the bank and was working as a
teller for the first part of her management training program.  She had just
graduated from college although she only looked about nineteen.  She had such
a sweet, innocent look about her.  I would have never pegged her for a smoker.
As we talked, she was continually dragging deeply on her cigarette, never
really exhaling.  The smoke just came out at its own pace as she talked.  As
she got down to the last half-inch, she stuck the butt in the corner of her
mouth, continued talking while dragging and expelling smoke as she dug a fresh
pack out of her purse.  I saw that they were B&H 100's in a gold pack.  She
tapped the pack hard on her wrist several times then peeled off the cellophane
and foil wrappers, and extracted a fresh cigarette.  She took one last monster
drag off the old butt and lit her new cigarette from it.  Smoke was puffing
out of her mouth around her new cigarette while smoke from her old cigarette
was streaming from her nose.  The term chimney came to mind.
   
   Tammy told me that she had worked out a deal with her manager where she got
a five minute smoke-break once an hour instead of a 45 minute lunch break like
the other tellers.  She said she always managed to smoke two cigarettes in
each break.  She said this was a perfect arrangement for her since she didn't
eat lunch anyway and it helped her to control her smoking at the same time.
It looked pretty out of control to me but she explained that in college she
smoked way too much, mostly due to her roommate.  Now she had cut back to
three packs a day on work days and stuck to that limit strictly.  I knew she
had to go back in the bank in another minute but I had to find out more about
her so I asked if she was seeing anyone.  She said she had just moved here
after college and only knew a few of the other bank employees.  She gave me
her phone number. 
   
   I called her that evening and we talked for about an hour.  I could tell
from her speech that she had a cigarette in her mouth for most of the hour.
Even though she had to work until 7 pm on Friday, we set up a dinner and movie
date for that evening.
   
   When I went to her apartment to pick her up, she wasn't quite ready.  I
waited in the living room while she finished up in the bedroom.  There was a
large ashtray on the coffee table full of strange looking white cigarette
butts.  Virtually every one looked like it had been chewed up and spit out.  I
know some people often hold their cigarette between their teeth but these
butts were mangled.  Also, the butt end which normally turns light brown after
smoking was almost pure white except for one or two black spots on each one.  
   
   Just then, Tammy walked out of the bedroom.   She had an unlit cigarette
deep in the corner of her mouth and she was chewing on the filter with her
molars like it was chewing gum.  She asked if we had time for a quick drink
before we left.  I said sure as she lit up and walked to the refrigerator.
She brought out a bottle of white wine.  She had stopped chewing her cigarette
and now dangled it loosely from the corner of her mouth as she opened the
bottle and poured two glasses.  She carried one in each hand as she entered
the living area.  She handed me one glass and finally removed her cigarette.
I could see her cigarette filter was a soggy mess with tooth marks, lipstick
and saliva which covered the entire filter.  She sensed that I was staring at
her cigarette and she said her old roommate had taught her to smoke like that.
This was the second time she had mentioned her college roommate so I decided
to ask about her.
   
   Tammy said she started smoking a little as a high school senior much to the
chagrin of her straight-laced parents. When she went off to college, she was
paired with a girl named Carrie and they became best friends immediately since
both of them were loners without other friends at the school.  Tammy said her
roommate was very depressed and had suicidal tendencies.  All she wanted to do
was stay in the dorm room and smoke.  They rarely dated or even left their
room, other than to attend classes and eat.  Tammy said they smoked constantly
in the room.  Carrie always had a big bag of tobacco and they just rolled
their own.  It was the only way they could afford to smoke so much.  Often,
they would smoke pipes with various types of pipe tobacco or the small
cigarette butts which had grown too short to smoke further.  She said they
didn't waste a fleck of tobacco.  Tammy stubbed out her cigarette and lit
another in a more conventional manner without chewing the filter first.  She
continued her story saying that she and Carrie experimented with rolling
different sizes and shapes of cigarettes.  Some were extremely long while
others were very fat.  She said that was why they never really knew how much
they smoked.
   
   She said they lived together in the same dorm room for three years, summers
too.   At the end of the first year, the school custodians said they couldn't
clean the smoke and tar off the walls and furnishings.  The school said and it
would be unfair to put other students in the room so it was reassigned to
Tammy and Carrie for a second, and eventually, a third year.  Finally, Tammy
grew tired of her roommate and got her own apartment for her last year of
college.  She said she struggled that whole year to get down to just three or
four packs of unfiltered Pall Malls a day, mostly supplementing her smoking
with nicotine patches and gum.  She estimated that she had probably been at
between five and six packs a day of unfiltered cigarettes for the previous
three years.  Tammy said Carrie had shown her how to render the filter of a
regular cigarette nearly useless and let more of the tar and nicotine through
by chewing them until they were very soggy before lighting up.  Tammy said she
usually "prepared" her filters before lighting up at home but not while out
in public.  That explained the ashtray full of strange looking cigarette
butts. 
   
   We were getting to know each other quite nicely as we finished off the
bottle of wine.  I suggested I pick up some Chinese take-out dinners and skip
the movie.  That was fine with her because she said it would be difficult to
reach her three pack quota if we went out like we had planned after the long
day at work.  She half-joked that I wouldn't want to be around her if her
body ran low on nicotine.
   
   After dinner, we lit cigarettes.  Rather than sit at the table and smoke, I
offered help her clear the table, put the leftovers away and wash the dishes.
I figured that having to do several hand-intensive tasks while she was smoking
would give me a better dangling show.  I was not disappointed.  She only
removed her cigarette from the corner of her mouth twice to flick a long ash.
She carried on a conversation with her cigarette bouncing wildly in her lips
the whole time we cleaned up.  
   
   After the cleanup, we settled in on the sofa to watch television.  She lit
up again as soon as we sat down but I wasn't ready for another cigarette yet.
It was her last cigarette in the pack.  Tammie softly perched the cigarette
between her lips as she wadded it up the old pack and opened up a new one
announcing she had 20 more cigarettes to smoke that night to get her three
packs in.  She said she hoped I didn't mind and I told her not to alter her
routine just because I was there.  I told her she looked sexy when she talked
with her cigarette between her lips.  She said she was glad to hear that
because she liked to leave her cigarette in her mouth so she could maximize
the amount of smoke she took in.  She said she always had a cigarette in her
mouth when she was at home.  If she wasn't smoking, she was "preparing" her
next one by getting the filter good and soggy.  She had the strongest tobacco
breath I had ever experienced.  I could easily smell her charred breath from
three feet away.
   
   I sensed that she hadn't had many boyfriends so I decided to take it
pretty slow the first night.  I didn't want to scare her off because she had
definite long-term possibilities.  She, however, had other ideas about how
fast we should proceed.  She slid over next to me and removed the cigarette
hanging from the corner of her lips.  She held my face and her cigarette in
her right hand and planted her smoky mouth on mine.  She slid her tongue deep
into my mouth.  French kissing her was like licking an ashtray.  It wasn't
just the strong smoky taste of her tongue and the smell of her charred breath
either.  Every pore of her skin seemed to ooze a strong burned-on tobacco
odor.  Every half minute or so she would unlock lips for a deep drag on her
shrinking cigarette.  She would finish her exhale and then start kissing
again.  When her cigarette reached the filter, she stubbed it out and resumed
the kissing.  
   
   The kissing session lasted for about ten more minutes and led to some light
hand explorations of the breasts and groin areas.  Suddenly, she stopped
everything and announced that she had to smoke again and asked if we could
take a two minute break.  I had a raging boner and certainly didn't want to
stop what we were doing so I told her we could enjoy a cigarette and each
other at the same time.  She lit her cigarette and sat back down next to me.
I asked her if she had ever given or received a smoky kiss and she said she
had no idea what one was.  I told her to take the biggest double drag she
could, lock her lips on mine and exhale into my mouth as I inhaled.  Tammy
looked skeptical but tried it anyway.  After receiving her huge exhale, I held
our lips together and returned the load.  She finally pulled away and exhaled
above my head.  A big smile came across her face and she said that was one of
the coolest smoking things she had done.  I told her she could really max out
on smoke if she kept her cigarette near the corner of her mouth so she could
take a fresh drag after each exhale into my mouth. I told her to just keep the
new smoke in her mouth until my return exhale forced it into her lungs and to
keep doing this until the cigarette was gone.   She said it sounded like fun
and that she had a little idea of her own if she was really going to max out
on nicotine.  She proceeded to rip the filter off and took an unbelievably
long drag while pinching her nostrils closed with her other hand.  The smoke
went directly into her lungs for about ten seconds.  She held it in for about
five seconds and asked if I was ready to receive her exhale.  There was so
much smoke, it almost knocked me out but I took it all in.  I waited until she
filled her mouth with another long drag and forced that one down her throat
with my exhale.  We continued exchanging smoke until she could no longer hold
onto the cigarette stub.  
   
   We both fell back on the sofa in each others arms and were so buzzed we
could barely move for a full minute.  Tammy said I was the first smoker she
had ever kissed and it was wonderful.  She said her previous boyfriends were
all non-smokers and couldn't stand kissing her because they said her smoky
breath made them want to puke.  Now, not only was a guy kissing her but he was
actually encouraging her to breathe her smoke into him.  I reached up to pick
some tobacco pieces off her lips, gave her another little kiss, and told her
now she was perfect.  She said she was afraid I was going to think she was a
hopeless nicotine addict but she had to smoke again.  She said that when she
got sexually turned on she smoked even more than usual.  She pulled the filter
off another of her B&H 100's and hung the cigarette from the corner of her
lips.  She lit up and left the cigarette hanging from her lips as she turned
to face me.  "Did you bring any condoms?" she asked.  I nodded yes.  She
said as soon as she finished her cigarette she wanted me to take her into the
bedroom and fuck her.  I said why wait until you're done and lifted her in my
arms.  She had her arms around my neck and her face with her dangling
cigarette was about six inches in front of mine as I carried her to the
bedroom.  
   
   By the time we undressed each other and I had put on a condom, the
unfiltered cigarette in her lips was less than a half inch long but she kept
dragging deeply off it.  I pried the soggy butt from her lips and inserted a
fresh cigarette.  I was about to light it from the old butt when I paused to
ask "filtered or unfiltered?" She said, "I'm in max nicotine mode now."
So I pulled the cigarette from her lips and ripped the filter off and tossed
it over the edge of the bed and lit her filterless B&H.  With her fresh
cigarette bouncing in her lips she asked if it was ok if she smoked while we
"did it" because she always kept a cigarette in her mouth while she
masterbated and her orgasms were much stronger when she had a steady nicotine
supply.  I just smiled and she got the message. "I didn't think you would
mind," she said.  
   
   She climbed on top of me and guided my shaft into her wet pussy.  She
reached up and pinched her nostrils closed as she inhaled directly into her
lungs.  Smoke slowly oozed from her nose and parted lips as she and began to
rock her hips and slide up and down on my cock.  She let her cigarette dangle
but every time she inhaled she would pinch her nose closed so she could take a
ten second hit directly into her lungs.  When she wasn't pinching her nose,
she was pinching and pulling on her nipples which now stood out about a half
inch from her tits.  I had my fingers on her clit which was had become so
enlarged and felt like it was going to explode.  Neither of us had come yet so
she pulled the filters off two more cigarettes and lit them without missing a
beat.  Now she was dangling two cigarettes and dragging continuously with a
constant stream coming from her nose.  I was getting a shower of sparks and
ashes on my chest.  She started to come first.  Her whole body shook and she
moaned and mumbled around her dangling cigarettes, "Fuck me hard, fuck me
fast, fuck me deep.  Don't stop.  Oh, fuck yes, yes, yes."  I shot my load
and we just stayed there for another minute without speaking as we looked into
each others eyes.  She was beautiful and she had the sweetest little
just-fucked smile.  I reached up and pulled the soggy twin butts from her lips
as she took one last deep drag.  
   
   She rolled off onto her back next to me.  She picked a bunch of tobacco
flecks from her teeth and tongue and then we kissed for a long time.  Her
tobacco taste and smell was even stronger than before.  I loved it and she
knew it too.  She said she hadn't felt this good in a long time.  She thanked
me for putting up with her smoking addiction and letting her be herself in
bed.  She said she never thought she would find anyone who liked kissing her
and understood her need to smoke during sex.  She said that her other
boyfriends would never let her smoke in the bedroom at all.  She said they
didn't like kissing her and that they would only "do it" doggy style so
they didn't have to smell her breath during sex.  I told her she was very
sexy and beautiful and she could smoke as much as she wanted around me.  She
gave me a tender kiss and said "Thanks for being so understanding.  Pass me
another cigarette."  
   
   "Filtered?" I asked.
   
   "No way," she said.  "In fact, I'm through with filters.  I'm going to
pick up a couple cartons of Pall Malls when I go shopping in the morning." 
   
   I handed her the pack of B&H 100's and watched as she carefully ripped the
filter off another one and inserted it between her lips.  I held the lighter
for her as she dragged deeply.  With her cigarette wobbling in the corner of
her mouth she said, "No sense wasting this good nicotine high.  Are you ready
for another round of smoky kisses?"
   
   I said, "Feed me baby, and by the way, you never have to ask that question
again. I will always be ready for another of your luscious kisses."  
   
   We both knew this had the makings of a great relationship.  In fact after
dating heavily for about three months, we agreed to share an apartment.  We
were married six months later.  
   
   Tammy has abandoned her three pack a day ration.  She now smokes about four
packs of unfiltered Pall Malls on workdays and five packs a day on the
weekends.  I rarely see her without a cigarette hanging from her lips while we
are around the apartment.  Sex and smoky kisses get better every day.  I have
truly found Ms. Good Dangle.   

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