Smoking Stories

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“God, I hate that stupid stuck up bitch, Jill. I can’t believe she turned us in.” The sorority president said with a raised voice. “Girls, we can’t let her get away with it.”

“Just because she is a rich stuck up tea totaling daddy’s girl and her father is rich doesn’t mean she can do this! Sara, what do you suggest?” Tera said.

Sara the president replied, “I don’t know we need to think how we can take care of her, any suggestions.”

One of the new sorority sisters, Amanda, spoke up. “I know a woman that is a friend of my aunts that hypnotizes people and can get them to do anything. I know she will do it. My Aunt had her hypnotize my uncle to clean up after himself and to be more obedient to his wife. It worked, but she isn’t’ cheap.”

Sara started to smile as she lit a cigarette. She takes a deep inhale and says, “Let’s do it. I want to turn that prissy little daddy’s’ girl into a chain-smoking drunk whore.”

The girls all start to smile and agree. Sara says to Amanda, “Get me her number.”

Amanda called her aunt and got the number for Vicky, the hypnotist. Sara calls her immediately. Sara says, “Hello, my name is Sara, and I need your help. Amanda gave me your number.” Vicky says,

“Oh yes Amanda, how is her aunt?” Sara tells her she is fine and says, “I need to get revenge on someone who really screwed me and my friends over.” Vicky says

“hmmm, what are we talking about?”

“We want you to turn her into a chain-smoking drunk whore.” Vicky chuckles on the phone.

“It will cost a bit to do this. It will take a few hours.”

“5 grand and you have to get us together somehow.” Sara says,

“OK”

Amanda knows Jill goes to the weekly campus poetry reading. It’s pretentious, quiet, and Jill never misses it. Sara calls Vicky back. “There’s a poetry reading tomorrow night. I can get you invited?”

Vicky laughs softly. “That will work nicely”

The next evening, Vicky arrives early. She wears oversized glasses and carries a leather-bound notebook, blending perfectly among the intellectual crowd. The dimmed lights and hushed recitations create a cocoon. Vicky leans towards Jill, murmuring something about the poet’s use of metaphors. Her voice drops lower, rhythmic, and hypnotic. Jill’s gaze locks onto Vicky’s swinging pendant – a simple silver spiral catching the flickering candlelight. Jill’s breathing slows. Her fingers, resting on the tabletop, go slack. Around them, the poems drone on, masking the quiet command: “You will invite me back to your apartment after this… for deeper literary discussion.”

When the lights come up, Jill blinks, dazed. She smiles tentatively at Vicky. “Would you… like to continue our conversation? At my place?”

Jill’s apartment is immaculate: cream carpets, abstract art, scented candles burning vanilla. She pours Vicky sparkling water in a crystal tumbler. Vicky smiles, pulling out a pack of imported cigarettes. “Mind if I smoke? It helps me think.”

As she pulls out the pendant and stars swinging it she holds a cigarette with the other hand. Jill falls back into the trance.

Jill says, “Well I don’t, Actually, I… maybe just this once.”

Vicky lights one expertly, the acrid tang cutting through vanilla. She blows a plume towards Jill. “Inhale deeply, dear. Focus on the smoke… feel its warmth… how it soothes.”

Vicky then takes another drag and leans in and puts her lips on Jills and blows the smoke directly into her lungs. Jill inhales. Vicky tells her to exhale slowly. Jill exhales.

Vicky says, “You love watching the smoke leave your mouth. Now take the cigarette and place it to your lips and pull the smoke into your mouth and inhale it deep. You love the feeling of smoke deep in your lungs.”

Jill hesitates, then obeys, taking a shallow, awkward puff. She coughs violently, eyes watering. Vicky’s voice wraps around her, soft and insistent. “Each cough… clears the old you away… crave the calm it brings…”

By the third cigarette, Jill isn’t coughing anymore. She takes deliberate drags, her movements fluid, unfamiliar. Her eyes hold a glazed vacancy as she watches the smoke curl towards the ceiling. Vicky watches, satisfied. The pristine apartment already carries the faint, sour scent of tobacco. Jill stubs out the butt; her fingers stained faintly yellow. She reaches for another cigarette without prompting, lighting it with trembling hands. A faint smile touches her lips – not polite, but something looser, darker. Vicky leans back. “Good girl. Now, you will not remember this evening. You will remember meeting me and liking me very much. You love smoking. You will go to the store and buy a pack of Virginia Slim 120 Menthols. You will smoke 3 more today when you get home. Tomorrow you will smoke 10. The next day 15. The next 20. Then 5 more every day until you are smoking 2 packs a day. You like to watch yourself and others smoke. You have a smoking fetish that you have a hard time controlling. When you are at home in your own room, you will smoke and masturbate as much as possible. Do you understand.”

Jill in a tranced state says. “Yes”.

“Watching other smoke turns you on.” Vicky says repeat what I said. “I love to smoke and will smoke 3 more when I get home. Tomorrow I will smoke 10 and add 5 more each day until I smoke 2 packs of VS 120 Menthols a day.”

“Smoking makes me so horny I need to masturbate; can I masturbate here?”

Vicky says, “No, you can only masturbate in your own home by yourself and only when you are smoking.”

Jill says, “yes smoking and masturbating at home.” She smiles with a far-off smile.

Vicky says, “you will call me tomorrow and ask me out for lunch.” “When I say the phrase would you like a cigarette, you will go into a deep hypnotic state, and you will obey everything I say to you.”

At home; An hour later, Vicky slips out silently. Jill sits alone in her living room, the ashtray is overflowing. She blinks slowly, then stands with sudden purpose, grabbing her keys and wallet. The crisp night air feels alien against her skin as she drives to the all-night convenience store. Inside, fluorescent lights buzz harshly. She walks straight to the cigarette counter, her gait confident, hips swaying slightly. “Carton of Virginia Slims Menthol 120s,” she says, her voice rougher than usual, dropping cash onto the counter. The clerk barely looks up. She clutches the bulky carton like a prize. Jill drives home with the windows down, the cool air mixing with the menthol scent already clinging to her clothes. Her foot presses harder on the accelerator.

In her pristine bedroom, Jill tears open the carton, fingers trembling not from nerves now, but anticipation. She strips quickly, efficiently – silk blouse, tailored slacks, lace underwear – leaving them crumpled on the plush carpet. She stands naked before the full-length mirror. Her reflection shows flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. She extracts a cigarette, lights it with a silver lighter she somehow procured, taking a deep, practiced drag. Smoke curls from her nostrils as she exhales slowly, eyes locked on her own image. Her free hand drifts down her stomach, fingers tracing idle circles below her navel. A soft gasp escapes her lips. She watches herself, transfixed. Her reflection mimics her every move. Her fingers slide lower, pressing deeper. The cigarette glows brighter as she inhales sharply; the menthol bite sharpening the heat pooling low in her belly. Her hips begin a slow, involuntary roll against her exploring hand. Smoke drifts lazily upwards, catching the light. She moves into the adjoining bathroom, drawn to the colder tiles. Leaning back against the marble counter, she watches herself in the mirror, smoke swirling around her silhouette. The cigarette dangles loosely from her lips as both hands slide lower, palms pressing flat against her mound. A low moan vibrates against the filter as she spreads her legs wider; her gaze never leaving her own flushed face. Her fingers find slick heat, exploring slow circles before plunging deeper. She arches her back, cigarette ash sprinkling onto the tiles. Her breath hitches ragged, smoke escaping in short puffs. The menthol mixes with her own musk, sharp and strangely arousing. She watches her reflection gasp, and watches her fingers work faster. Her hips buck against her hand, urgency building. She takes a massive double pump on the cigarette; she has never done this before. She inhales it all as deep as it can go. It burns bad; she isn’t used to it, but the hypnotized version of her loves the feeling. She doesn’t cough but shudders and bucks violently as she has the most mind-blowing orgasm. Smoke shooting out of her mouth and nose as she screams in ecstasy.

The next morning Jill wakes up and lights a cigarette and calls Vicky, and askes her out to lunch. They meet at the restaurant and get a table outside so they can smoke.

Vicky looks at Jill and says “Would you like cigarettes?” Jill goes blank. “Vicky says, have you been smoking and masturbating.”

Jill, with a blank stare, says, “Yes, I did it three times yesterday.”

Vicky says, “you love smoking, don’t you.”

Jill nods her head as she lights a cigarette. “I love smoking, I can’t live without it but especially when I masturbate.”

Vicky says, “Very Good.” “You also love drinking. Your favorite thing to do is to get very drunk and chain smoke and find men to fuck. It is what drives you, it is like breathing and smoking, you can’t live without them.”

Jill Says, “I love getting drunk and chain smoking and fucking.”

Vicky says. “Very good you are doing well, and you will be so happy.” “When I count to three you will not remember this conversation but will have a need to drink. You will have 3 long island ice teas with me, and you will smoke at least 10 cigarettes while you do it. Then You will go out and find a man to fuck.”

Jill says, “yes.” “1, 2, 3”. Jill snaps out of it and speaks. “Fuck I need a drink as she lights another cigarette.

The next day Vicky calls Sara and says it is done. Sara laughs and tells the girls in sorority.

That night Sara heads over to her boyfriend’s Fraternity house and walks up to his room. She hears a noise coming from his room. She opens the door, and smoke comes pouring out. She sees a couple empty bottles of liquor and ash trays full of cigarettes. Her boyfriend is naked on the bed and Jill is there also riding him like there is no tomorrow her big tits bouncing as smoke comes out of her mouth with a bottle of rum in one hand and cigarette in the other and her boyfriend screaming, “I am coming!!”