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Copyright 2004 Kathy Morris, All Rights Reserved. (Mm, TV, Smoking Fetish)

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: I actually wrote this story about 5 years ago, but due to house moves, changing PC's and my general stupidity, I lost the bloody disk with the original story, saved "safely" on it! So, here is my "first" transgender fetish story - as closely reconstructed as I can make it.)

  

Estelle

by

Kathy Morris

  

Estelle sat before her dressing table, putting the finishing touches to her makeup. She had prepared herself as well as she was able, as her lover tonight was her benefactor - as the kept "whore" of Marcus Smith she owed her whole self to him and indeed, she loved him, but more than that, she loved the way she had been moulded and shaped into pleasing him as his smoking fetish slut - to be used by him as, and when, he wished.

It was Marcus who had taken her off the streets two year's previously when she was a sixteen year old runaway transvestite selling her sexual favours for a night's accommodation and some food and maybe a little "love". After weeks of giving blowjobs and being fucked by anyone who could pay for a night's room in any seedy hotel, Marcus, her saviour, had spotted her as his chauffer was driving him to a club one evening. Estelle had just emerged from an alley with a scruffy old guy who was zipping up his flies. He had watched as she re-applied her garish red lipstick and then took out a cigarette and lit it, gratefully taking a deep drag as she tidied her long blonde hair with her hand. Marcus had instructed his driver to turn around and go back and pull up the Rolls when they got to the blonde hooker.

As the flashy car pulled up in front of Estelle, she saw the rear window silently slide down and she leaned on the car and asked the gentleman what he wanted. Marcus intuitively knew that the rather bedraggled "girl" was a transvestite - after all, this was a street where they hung out - and offered her £50 just to sit in the car with him - no sex - as he just wished to chat to her and assured her that she would be perfectly safe. Over the next couple of hour's chatting, Marcus had seen her potential as his dream slut and so, ignoring his planned evening out and the friends he was to meet, had taken Estelle - then called "Julie" - to one of the hotels of which he owned, given her the best rooms, ordered the finest food that the prestigious chef had to hand, instructed his staff to be their most attentive, and assured her that her future was with him.

Within a few months, Marcus had given Estelle - deeds and all - a beautiful flat in the best part of the city, an allowance which most people would see as a fortune in itself, security, a meaning to her life and also the 34 DD boobs that she was proudly admiring in the mirror. Estelle had a lot to be grateful to Marcus for, and she had pledged herself to providing him, and occasionally her other lovers which Marcus arranged for her, the very best fetish sex that she could give.

Tonight Estelle had prepared herself as instructed by Marcus when he'd phoned earlier in the day. Tonight he wanted the "schoolgirl" Estelle - a particularly pleasing fetish image for Marcus, and one which was admirably suited to Estelle's 5' 2" slim figure. If it wasn't for the obviously fetish outcome of her dressing and makeup, Estelle could easily have passed for a 12 year old girl, so Marcus could indulge his lascivious desires in complete safety and to his own moralistic rules.

For her role as his "little schoolgirl", Estelle was wearing a plain white, full cup bra that moulded and shaped her large tits and allowed her overly-developed, erect nipples to be seen quite clearly through the thin material. Her black, seamed, fully-fashioned nylons were attached tautly to an eight-strap black suspender belt and over them she wore white, satin, full panties that perfectly covered her delightfully rounded bottom. She had chosen a very short, navy blue, pleated skirt that just covered the little bulge in her panties but exposed her suspenders and stocking-tops to perfection and seemed to accentuate her tiny, slim waist. To complete her ensemble, Estelle wore a white, semi-transparent, girls', full-sleeved, school blouse and school tie, knotted neatly and which draped temptingly over her full, ripe bosom, and her black, 5" heel stiletto court shoes with ankle straps produced the perfect fetish girl for her lover.

Estelle's understanding of what Marcus would really like (and actually demanded of her) was her delightfully sensual use of lots of makeup, and so tonight she had tried her best to give Marcus what he liked. Estelle always wore what many considered as being "too much" makeup, and at all times she actually looked like the archetypal image of a "painted whore", but she liked to look that way and she knew that Marcus got so much sensual pleasure from his slut looking that way, that she gladly indulged in her extravagant makeup.

For this evening, Estelle had applied lots of thick, pancake foundation, darker than her own skin colour, which was almost caked on completely obliterating her own skin and creating a wonderful, femininely-scented canvas for her to paint her face on. She had applied two sets of long, spidery false eyelashes to her upper lashes, and a set to her bottom ones. Estelle had then coated these with 2 thick coats of black mascara and outlined her eyes with a broad outline of black eyeliner. She had then applied several shades of electric blue, glittery eyeshadow, and then used a black eyebrow pencil to create highly-arched, obviously pencilled eyebrows, well above her totally plucked eyebrow-line. Her cheeks were brightly rouged and carefully shaded to accentuate her high cheek bones and she had outlined her full, sensuous lips with a fine, black lip pencil - well outside the natural lip line, and was now applying a last coat of bright red, glossy lipstick, making her mouth into an invitation of pleasure which Marcus would never refuse.

Estelle's long, blonde, slightly curly hair had been well-brushed and tied into two, delightful bunches, and secured with white, satin ribbons, each tied in a large bow. She was satisfied that her makeup was perfect for the evening's fun ahead, and reached out casually for her cigarettes. As she took a long, sensual cigarette from the packet, she remembered how Marcus had told her that if he was to take her on as his own, keeping her safe and very happy, she must realise that among his many fetishes and needs, would be the necessity for her to smoke sensuously for him. As she pulled a cigarette from the packet with her long, red, perfectly shaped nails, she recalled her word's to Marcus when he had told her about his smoking fetish: "I love to smoke and find it sexy myself, so, Marcus, I promise that all your desires will be filled."

Estelle placed the long cigarette between her overly-lipsticked lips, and flicked the lighter to the end. Gratefully sucking on the warm, comforting filter, she inhaled the cigarette smoke and sluttly exhaled it with the cigarette dangling from her warm, ruby lips. She admired her beautifully manicured nails: bright crimson red, long and creating the perfectly overt, sensual endings to her small, slim, pale fingers. Estelle took another long drag on her cigarette and took it from between her lips. She loved the sensual way a freshly-lit cigarette looked between her fingers: the contrasts of the white of the cigarette; the orangy-brown of the filter; the bright, greasy red of her lipstick, thicky coating the filter; the paleness of her fingers and the bright, glossy red of her fingernails; and finally the soft, comforting whisps of sensual, blue cigarette smoke, seeping from the filter and curling round her fingers. She exhaled to her own, provocative image in the mirror, and admired herself as Marcus' complete sexual fantasy of a fetish smoking painted schoolgirl. Estelle took another long, sensuous drag on her cigarette and smiled - tonight would be so lovely!

Estelle checked her watch and saw with pleasure that in a couple of minutes, Marcus would be arriving. She reapplied more lipstick, lit a fresh cigarette and then went to her bed. As she smoked her cigarette, she cuddled the big Teddy Bear which Marcus had bought for her and prepared herself for the evenings role play.

A few minutes later, Estelle heard the door to her apartment open. She didn't call out a greeting, as that was all part of the fun for Marcus. She pretended to be busy cuddling her Teddy Bear and awaited being "surprised".

As Marcus entered Estelle's bedroom, she looked up in mock surprise, just as she was taking a long, deep drag on her cigarette.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing little lady?" Marcus shouted.

"Nothing, Daddy." Estelle replied demurely.

"Nothing? Nothing?" Marcus demanded. "You look like a cheap fucking whore and you are smoking," he pointed out in mock anger.

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

"And I bet that you haven't done your homework either have you, you little slut?"

"Errrrrr, no, Daddy, I'm sorry, Daddy, but I haven't had time to do it."

"No, you've been making yourself look like the cheap, fucking, whore you are! Haven't you," Marcus pointed out.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, but I like my makeup, Daddy, and I wanted to look pretty for you."

"Well, you little whore, as my daughter, when I tell you to do your homework I expect that you do it, and not lay on your bed looking like a cheap whore and smoking. How long have you been smoking, you fucking slut?"

"Errrrrmmm, I'm sorry Daddy, I just wanted to try a cigarette and look really grown-up for you, daddy."

"Right! If you want to smoke then I'll make sure that you do smoke - all the time - while you are punished for disobeying your father."

"Oh, Daddy, I'm so sorry, Daddy, I'll be a good little girl from now on, please don't punish me, Daddy."

Marcus crossed the room and sat on the side of the bed. "Get up, girl, and stand in front me me, you cheap, fucking slut!"

Estelle swung her legs round and, teetering on her high heels, stood as ordered in front of Marcus, her "Daddy".

"Show me how my little girl smokes like a lady then!" Marcus ordered Estelle.

Estelle femininely took a drag on her cigarette and exhaled a fine plume of smoke from between her heavily-lipsticked, red, shiny lips.

As Marcus watched his whore smoking obediently before him, he started to become erect - Estelle was his perfect sex doll - and he reached out casually to cup and tickle her balls through her silk panties.

Estelle moaned with pleasure at Marcus' touch. "No, Daddy, please don't touch me, it's so rude and naughty, Daddy," she pleaded in a whining voice.

"Shut the fuck up, you little whore," Marcus replied, "you're mine to do with as I please and for being the cheap, smoking slut you are, you will be punished, won't you, bitch?"

"Yes, Daddy," Estelle said quietly.

"So, for little sluts who smoke and look like fucking, cheap whores, what is the punishment?" Marcus demanded.

"Naughty girls get fucked, Daddy" Estelle replied in a little girls voice.

"Not quite right, young lady," Marcus pointed out as he grasped Estelle's scrotum in his hand. "Tell me PROPERLY how sluts like you are get punished!"

"Oh, Daddy, naughty sluts get fucked in the bottom, Daddy"

"That's right, Estelle, you fucking whore, but you've forgotten that you have to ask properly, haven't you young lady?"

"Yes, Daddy, I'm sorry Daddy. Please, Daddy, for my punishment, will you please, fuck me hard in my little bottom, please, Daddy?"

"Yes I will, you fuck slut, but first light another cigarette so I can make sure you smoke like a grown-up while I punish you."

Estelle, reached out and stubbed her cigarette, taking a fresh one and lit it, all the time relishing the feel of Marcus' large hand fondling her little, hairless, ballsack.

"Get on your back and open your legs like the fucking whore bag you are!" Marcus shouted in mock anger.

Estelle obediently got on the bed and laid back, opening her legs to expose her panties as she seductively dragged on her cigarette for Marcus' pleasure. "Daddy, please don't punish me, Daddy, I'm not a naughty girl and it's too rude for my Daddy to punish me, Daddy"

As Marcus undressed, carefully placing his expensive clothes where they wouldn't get creased, he gazed with lust at his smoking sex-doll on the bed, displaying herself as a naughty, fetish schoolgirl for his total pleasure.

Estelle moaned with delight as her lover removed his boxer shorts and fully exposed his rampant, thick man flesh, and she involuntarily relaxed her anus in readiness for her hard, "punishment" fucking.

Marcus approached the bed and positioned himself between Estelle's inviting legs. He stroked her smooth, shiny nylon-clad legs and fondled her suspenders as he watched her seductively smoke for him; exhaling the smoke as she said, "No, Daddy, please, Daddy, please don't fuck me, Daddy, it's naughty, Daddy, please don't fuck me, Daddy, I'll be a good girl for you, Daddy, it's nasty, Daddy, please don't fuck me in my little bottom hole, Daddy," all the while increasing Marcus' passion for the fucking they both wanted.

Estelle felt her panties being pulled down and obediently raised her bottom so that they could be complexly removed.

Marcus was grasping his massive cock and slowly wanking himself in final readiness for the "punishment" of his fetish schoolgirl, "legs in the air you little cunt!" he ordered and Estelle complied, exposing her pale, rounded bottom and her arse fully exposed for her lover's pleasure.

Marcus slowly eased his large cock into Estelle's arse and she relaxed to allow him full access to her warm, welcoming rectum. She moaned with pleasure as he entered her fully and relaxed as much as she was able, relishing the loving pain of his huge cock which stretched her anus and rectum to the fullest. "Oh, fuck, Daddy!" she exclaimed, breathing out cigarette smoke as Marcus' cock forced it's way totally inside her, "Oooooooooohhh, fuck, Daddy, please don't fuck me, Daddy, it's so rude, Daddy, don't fuck my bottom, Daddy, please don't!" she moaned in overwhelming pleasure.

"You dirty, filthy, little, fucking whore!" Marcus called her, as he started to fuck Estelle's tight arse, "you smoke like a whore, you bitch; smoking while I fuck you, you, fucking, spunk bucket," Marcus watched as Estelle took a deep drag on her cigarette and moaned with pleasure; her red, obscenely provocative mouth wide open to allow her lover to see the cigarette smoke swirling around inside.

Marcus leaned forward and covered Estelle's smoke-filled mouth with his own and probed her moist, warm, smoky mouth with his tongue; tasting her lipstick, her cigarette smoke and completely filling her whore's mouth with his tongue and saliva. He ripped open her blouse and grasped her full, rounded breasts, kneading their full, warm rounded shapes and squeezing and pinching her nipples as her started to fuck his whore harder and faster.

Estelle reached out as she was being soundly fucked and stubbed out her cigarette without need to look, took another cigarette and her lighter, and waiting for a moment when Marcus wasn't probing her mouth with his fat, juicy tongue, lit it and again waited Marcus' passionate, wet kisses to resume.

As Estelle was being fucked hard by her lover, she moaned with pleasure and pretended that she didn't like it, occasionally shaking her head in a "no" and intermittently managing to say, "no, Daddy, please don't fuck me!" but at the same time goading Marcus to continue his hard, deep fucking.

Half and hour later, and after smoking five more cigarettes, Estelle knew that Marcus was near to his orgasm. She screamed out for her "Daddy" not to fuck her like the cheap, whore, spunk bucket she was, and then hugged him tight as she felt his hard, pounding cock throb with orgasm. She tried to squeeze her lover's cock with her already fully-stretched anus and knew that she too was ready to come from the continued rubbing of her prostate. Just as Marcus orgasmed and pumped his thick load of spunk in her, Estelle came too and screamed in girly delight.

"Oh, Daddy, thank you, Daddy" Estelle moaned, as Marcus continued to pound her arse as he came, his balls slapping obscenely against her bottom.

Five minutes later, as they hugged and kissed and Marcus' prick eventually deflated and slipped from her spunk-filled arse, Estelle lit a fresh cigarette and asked her lover, "Was that lovely for you, my darling?"

"Mmmmmmm, yes my little slut, that was beautiful; you are the sexiest whore anyone could ever have; you are perfect, my dear, thank you so much for loving me as much as I truly love you"

Estelle kissed Marcus. "Yes, Daddy, you know I love you so much, my darling, beautiful man."

Marcus looked at his whore and said apologetically, " I'm so sorry, my love, I won't be able to stay with you tonight. I have, unfortunately, some business that needs attending to and so I must fly to Paris tonight."

"Oh, Marcus, love, must you?" Estelle pleaded, "I've been looking forward so much to you fucking me all night like you did last weekend, I really thought you'd use me all night, tonight," she pouted.

"My love, yes, I know and I'm so sorry but there's no way I can stay tonight and I really have to catch my plane in an hour." He kissed her tenderly. "I promise that in a couple of days time I'll be with you for a few days, but," he smiled at her warmly, "in the meantime I have a little present for you which I hope will make up for my not being able to stay with you tonight."

"I'd sooner spend time with you, Marcus, my love, than have a present," she explained.

Marcus smiled knowingly, and gave Estelle a deep, mouth-probing kiss. "Let me get up and take a shower, then I'll tell you about your present" he said as he regretfully pulled away from his lover and sat up. He motioned for Estelle to stay as she was and said, "No, love, you just stay there, no need to clean yourself up at all just yet, I want to take with me the beautiful image of you are now - it will take away the tedium of the flight."

Estelle smiled her acceptance of Marcus' regret at leaving her, but she also knew that her lover liked to see her fully and obscenely exposed, with his thick, slimy spunk slowly leaking from her well-used arse. "Ok, darling, hurry up then, though I can't possibly think of anything that will make up for you not being with me."

Estelle lay on the bed smoking as Marcus took a shower and then dressed. She admired his fine, strong body as he towelled dry and then dressed, once again resuming his immaculately dressed appearance.

Marcus came over to where Estelle lay and leaned down to give her a little kiss, being careful not to get much of her vivid red lipstick on him, though admiring that her mouth was totally covered in red lipstick smears and her once-perfect makeup, smudged. She did indeed look like the well-used whore she was.

"Okay, my love, now for your little present," Marcus told her, "I knew that you wanted fucking all night, but I'm so sorry that I couldn't," he explained, "so, my darling, I hope that this will make up for your disappointment."

Estelle wondered what beautiful piece of jewellery her lover might bestow on her, but watched as Marcus left the bedroom with a wide, beaming smile.

She was amazed as Marcus returned some seconds later followed by two of the biggest men she had ever seen.

"My love, allow me to introduce my most faithful security officers. This is Bruno," he said indicating the man on his right, "and this is Winston," he said indicating the man on his left. Both men were black with bald, shaven heads, and were even taller than Marcus. Even though wearing expensive suits, it was immediately evident to Estelle from their huge barrel chests and extremely muscular physiques; Bruno and Winston were in supreme physical shape. "Wow!" she thought.

Marcus explained, "The two gentlemen have been very proficient in attending to a certain matter, and I am extremely grateful for their service to me. So," he continued, "in appreciation of their work, I have promised them a special bonus. Gentlemen, this is my love, my whore and my most precious thing," he indicated Estelle on the bed. "Have your pleasures with her and feel free to stay as long as you wish!"

Marcus winked at Estelle as he was leaving and she watched as both, huge, black men started removing their suits. "Have fun, my darling, and by the way," he explained, "they aren't due back to work for a couple of days, and they also have Viagra!"

 

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