“For fucks sake!” I cursed, storming out of the convenience store. All I wanted was a packet of Silk Cut cigarettes. But I had forgotten to bring my I.D with me.

It was typical since I turned eighteen. Before then I never got asked for I.D. The shop owners never seemed to care when I was an underage smoker, as long as I was spending money in their store. I turn eighteen and suddenly everywhere I go I’m being asked for I.D.

I had spent the night drinking, and I had shared too many of my cigarettes with my scrounging social smoker friends. As I walked home I had none left. This wouldn’t usually be a problem. But like I said, I left my I.D at home.

Wearing a short, black skirt and a shiny, silver, turtleneck, sleeveless, cropped, tank top, and stinking of alcohol, I expected the cashier to accept I was eighteen. My large boobs should have given my likely age away, although I know that doesn’t necessarily mean anything.

I sat round the back of the store drunk and very angry. It was approaching midnight and that particular store was the only one open at this time of night.

Accepting my fate, I stood up to walk the short distance home. But as I stepped off a man suddenly approached. He looked to be around forty, and on his way home himself. He was dressed in trousers, shoes and a shirt. I had an idea.

“Excuse me,” I said, when he came closer. “If I give you the money, could you please get me a packet of cigarettes?”

“Why can’t you get them?” he replied. He wasn’t as drunk as me, but he had definitely been drinking.

“I left my I.D at home and the cashier who normally serves me isn’t working tonight. All I want is a packet of Silk Cut,” I pleaded.

“I.D? You ain’t really eighteen, are you?”

I was getting tired of this shit! I rolled my eyes in frustration and took a deep breath to calm my thinning patience.

“Look at me,” I sighed, arms out pointing at myself. “I know eighteen isn’t old, but come on, I don’t look like a kid.”

The guy grinned and dropped his gaze to my chest. I didn’t realise it, but I was pointing at my tits. That wasn’t my intention. I was merely pointing at my entire being, trying to stress that I was an Adult.

“To be fair, you do look all woman.. and a bit slutty,” he laughed, and then coughed. I detected a smokers cough.

“Do you smoke?” I asked.

“Not anymore. Those things will kill you.”

I drunkenly rolled my eyes again. “Can you please get me a packet?” I was practically begging, as I reached into my small bag and pulled out a ten-pound note.

The guy looked at me again, he appeared to be in thought. Hurry up, I was thinking myself. The damn store closes soon. I waggled the tenner, like bait to a fish.

“What’s in it for me?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. What’s in it for me?”

In desperate need of a cigarette, I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. What do you want?”

“Are you serious?” he smirked.

“Depends on what you want. I’m giving you my money to pay for them. Do you want a tenner on top for helping me out?”

“I don’t want or need your money. But you do have something I want. Two things actually.”

I wanted to kick him in the balls. He started out as a nice guy. Getting my cigarettes seemed promising. In reality, he was just another male chauvinist pig. But I was too drunk to really care.

“What do you… want?” I said, developing the hiccups.

“I’ll get your cigarettes, but I want a kiss in return. A proper French kiss, and I want to see your tits.”

He was mildly attractive physically, but clearly his personality stank. He was also giving me a choice I supposed. Nobody was forcing me, accept maybe the nicotine cravings, driven on by the alcohol in my bloodstream.

“Fine, I’ll kiss you when you get the cigarettes.”

“And your tits?”

He was taking advantage of my lowered inhibitions. “Sure, whatever.”

“To prove your genuine about this deal. A kiss now and a second kiss when I have the cigarettes.”

“Be quick then, the store… closes at midnight,” I frowned.

“You won’t turn into a pumpkin at midnight, will you?” he chuckled.

“If you hurry up… you won’t have to worry about snogging… a pumpkin, will you?”

The guy nodded and stepped in front of me. It felt like I was about to kiss a boy for the very first time. He was certainly acting like an immature boy. Despite my sentiment towards him, it did happen naturally. He put his right arm around the top of my shoulders whilst placing his left hand on my hip. We both tilted our heads to our left side and closed our eyes.

The next thing I knew, our mouths were opening and our tongues were touching. He moaned into my mouth and pulled me in closer. My tits squashed up against his chest and our tongues began to entwine. Annoyingly, I hiccuped during the experience

Soft gasps escaped me. He was actually a good kisser. The kiss lasted about a minute before he stepped back and beamed at me.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Thanks, now can you… please get me a packet of… Silk Cut?”

He laughed and pushed my tenner away. “Coming right up. I’ll pay for them.”

Around five minutes later he returned with a look of concern on his face. I frowned and my shoulders dropped. He hadn’t bought them.

“Well?” I scowled.

“The cashier was a little suspicious. He said an underage girl hadn’t long come in asking for a packet of Silk Cut. You’re definitely eighteen, yeah? You better be we just kissed.”

“For fucks sake! I’m eighteen! And anyway, you… blackmailed me into the kiss!”

“I didn’t blackmail you!” he defended himself, but also laughed. “You could have said no.”

“So he wouldn’t sell you any cigarettes?” I assumed.

A big grin then broke out across my face. He had just pulled a white and purple packet of Silk Cut cigarettes from his pocket.

“Come round the side. I don’t want him to come out and see me handing them to you.”

“So what, we ain’t doing anything illegal.”

“I know, but still. He’s convinced your underage and he wasn’t convinced that I wasn’t buying them for you either. Besides, you owe me a kiss and a look at those big tits of yours.

It was equally hilarious and ridiculous. So much drama for a packet of cigarettes, I thought.

We walked round the side of the store and out of sight, giggling like school kids, which ironically people thought I was. But finally I was about to get my cigarettes.

I held my hand out, visualising the moment I was going to light up, but he stopped short of handing them over.

“Need that second kiss before I give them to you,” he grinned, enjoying the power he held over me. “You can get your tits out when you smoke.”

I smiled and shook my head. “Fine,” I said, assuming the position.

My back was facing the side of the store. He held me like the first kiss, but unlike the first kiss, he walked me backwards until he had me pressed up against the building. He also kissed me more passionately this time, and there was a level of arousal and lust that wasn’t present the first time.

I tried to push him back after what felt like a minute, but he was too strong. As a consequence, I put less effort into the kiss.

Maybe after two to three minutes of him devouring my mouth with his tongue, and rubbing his hands all over my arse under my skirt, he stepped back away from me.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to get carried away. You’re the first eighteen-year-old I’ve kissed since I was eighteen,” he chuckled.

I relaxed, understanding he was only human. He handed me the packet of Silk Cut and I sympathised for a moment. How would I have felt if I just got a guy to kiss me twice in exchange for something he wanted me to buy him? There were a couple of guys I’d Love to convince I was worth kissing, despite them having girlfriends.

“What’s your name, anyway? I’m Olly.”

“Bethan,” I replied, peeling the cellophane wrapper from the packet.

“You’re sexy, Bethan. You seem nice to. I feel guilty now,” he chuckled.

“So you… should!

“I bet you look even sexier when you smoke.”

I ignored his comment. I was too busy flicking the lid up and pulling the protective foil from the twenty cork filters.

“Can I ask a favour?”

“Haven’t you had enough favours from me tonight?” I reminded him.

“I just want to light the cigarette for you.”

“Ok,” I shrugged, not realising what I was encouraging in him.

I handed him my pink lighter and placed a cigarette between my lips. As he pressed down on the lighter I moved my head towards the naked flame. The cork filter was firmly fixed to my mouth, and I had two fingers keeping it steady as I positioned the end of the cigarette into the orange glow. I noticed his hand was shaking slightly.

As soon as the tip touched the flame I drew a long breath through the cigarette, Olly gasped. It sounded like a gasp of excitement. I then stood upright, still dragging on the cork filter before I eventually removed the cigarette from my mouth to swallow the thick ball of smoke.

“Yeah, you’re definitely a sexy smoker,” he muttered quietly, as he watched every moment.

After inhaling and holding the smoke, he stared hard at me and reminded me of the last part of our deal.

“I Love a cracking pair of tits. Especially, big, round ones like yours.”

I exhaled a thick plume of smoke and giggled, finally my hiccups had stopped. I was drunk and I needed to get this over with and go home.

I placed the cigarette between my lips and left it there to smoulder as it dangled. Olly stood still, grinning with his eyes transfixed on me. I knew I’d regret this in the morning, but as I was unlikely to ever see him again, I grabbed the hem of my tank top, just above my belly button, and stretched it up my body, flashing him my tits.

“Nice. Very nice,” he cooed.

When I tried to pull the top back down, Olly stopped me by sliding his hands up the sides of my plump curves. Needing to remove the cigarette from my mouth, I let go of my top and concentrated on smoking.

“They’re not ready to go back under that slutty top yet. Look at them. Your nipples are solid.”

I took a long drag and inhaled deeply as Olly grinned like the Cheshire Cat and groped my tits. When I exhaled a thick, stream of smoke from my mouth, he rubbed his thumbs over my nipples and then dug his fingers into my flesh, making me squeal. He then planted his lips against mine and forced his tongue inside my smoky mouth.

We kissed for a few seconds before Olly told me how great my tits were again. Drunk with no shame or inhibitions, I giggled and took another long, deep drag.

The cigarette was satisfying, but being groped in the dark by a stranger was starting to affect other parts of my body.

“A fantastic pair of teen tits,” he murmured, staring at them. “Your future babies won’t be going hungry with these puppies. I bet those nipples taste great. Look how hard they are. You’re loving this aren’t you? You little slut.”

I giggled again, and exhaled another drag as Olly took a nipple into his mouth. I then squealed again as he sucked and chewed on the erect teat.

When I took another drag from my cigarette, Olly switched nipples, forcing me to squeal some more. He cupped, squeezed and pushed against my tits. One in each hand as he tormented my nipples back and forth.

“I need to fuck you, Beth!” he hissed.

“No fucking!” I told him, before taking another deep drag, and I meant it, no matter how turned on I was becoming.

“A Blowjob then? I need to cum!”

I laughed, nearly chocking on the smoke inside my lungs, but I managed to exhale without coughing.

Olly pushed me harder up against the wall by my tits. “Get on your knees, Beth, and suck me off!”

“Have a wank,” I giggled, but Olly was having none of it.

He let go of my left tit and forced his hand up my skirt. “Mmmm, a sexy thong.” He stretched the lace to the side and rubbed my Pussy.

“Ohhhhhh, you dirty fucker!” I cried out.

Taking the last drag from my cigarette, I exhaled and flicked the butt away. I then clung to him, moaning as I spread my feet further apart. He now had two fingers tightly pushed together thrusting in and out of my Pussy.

“Are you sure you don’t want to fuck?” he taunted me. “Your Pussy is soaking. You know you’re gagging for it.”

He was right. Fucking me with his fingers in my drunken, shameless state of lewdness, I was now gagging to be fucked. But my inhibitions weren’t as low as I feared.

The truth was, I was ovulating and not on any form of contraception. Referencing future babies, moments earlier, put a minuscule of sensible back into me. But if he didn’t cum I was at serious risk of being raped, and who would believe me given the events so far?

With all my strength, I pushed him away and slid my back down the building until I was squatting.

“There’s a good slut!”

Olly unbuckled his trousers and unzipped his fly. I felt dizzy in my new position, but I had let this go too far to stop now.

“Spark up again,” he told me, pulling out his cock. “I want you to give me a smoky Blowjob.”

Relieved to discover his cock looked to be no bigger than six inches, I reached into my bag and grabbed another cigarette.

Olly stood over me, slowly stroking his shaft, waiting and watching, while I pulled a cigarette from the packet and shoved it into my mouth.

Feeling the affects of the nights drinking and my current situation, I casually lit the cigarette and exhaled. The breath of smoke engulfed Olly’s groin as I looked up at him.

“Take another drag,” his tone was dominant. “Cover my cock with your dirty smoke while I stroke it for you. You little slut!”

I did as he demanded. I took a long, deep drag, making sure my lungs were completely full when I inhaled, and then reached for his cock. Olly shuffled closer, grinning like the devil, and slapped it on top of my forehead. He then put the tip an inch from my mouth and told me to blow the smoke straight at his cock.

It was leaking pre-cum, and his balls hung heavy in front of my face. I smiled, pursed my lips and exhaled straight at the small, leaking slit.

Olly groaned and grabbed the back of my head. The next thing I know I have a cock down the back of my throat. I fell forwards and grabbed his thighs. He then yanked my head off his cock by my hair, only to call me a slut and shove his cock back inside my mouth again.

I gagged and felt my eyes begin to water. He fucked my mouth with several thrusts before telling me to smoke again.

“Calm the fuck down!” I fought back. “I’ll make you cum, just don’t treat me like a piece of shit!”

Olly laughed his apology, before putting his hands on my tits while I inhaled a couple of drags. I then took his shaft in my hand and stroked him while I exhaled all over his cock.

I was turned on. My Pussy was wet and I had a hard cock in my hand, while the guy groped my tits. I took the last drag and inhaled the smoke. I then flicked the butt away and finally swallowed his leaking head.

I’ll show you, I said to myself. Leaning my body weight against the building, I stroked his shaft into my mouth and swirled my tongue all around and under the end. Olly started groaning and let go of my tits to stand properly.

He hunched over me with his hands on the wall, grunting that I was Hot slut, and how he was going to cum down my throat. I moaned and hummed at his words, encouraging him to cum quicker.

Olly’s pre-cum seeped onto my tongue and I swallowed it down. I was so Hot by now I had to join in. He ran a hand over the top of my head and to the back. The hand then clenched into a fist, grabbing a handful of hair.

I took his cock out of my mouth and told him how great he tasted, he seemed to like that. An eighteen-year-old slut stroking an older man’s ego, whilst stroking and sucking his cock at the same time.

I lifted my smoking hand and cupped his balls, and put his cock back inside my warm, wet mouth.

Olly thrust back and forth, grunting like a man possessed, and pinning my head back against the building. I grabbed his thighs and fell flat on my arse. The cold floor rough on my arse cheeks as he let go of my hair and grabbed both sides of my face.

“Here it comes you filthy little slut! You slutty, teen smoker! Swallow it all!”

His fingers dug into my head as he ejaculated into my mouth. My eyes were streaming but all I could do was keep swallowing until he had empty everything he had down my throat. It was warm, salty and thick, but I was determined to take it all. He had now kissed and cum in an eighteen-year-olds mouth, my mouth.

It was dirtiest, sluttiest thing I’d ever done. It was my first face-fuck and the first time swallowing cum that belonged to a man I didn’t know.

When he stopped pumping into my mouth, Olly let go of my face. His cock was drenched in my saliva, with stringy cum hanging from the end. I leaned towards it with my tongue out, and cleaned it up, I wasn’t wasting a single drop.

As he stood back and zipped up his fly, I took out a cigarette and lit up. Olly smirked, watching me smoking while I sat drunk on the floor with my tits still out. I didn’t care how I looked, but he had his fun so I pulled my top back down as I smoked.

He helped me to my feet and pushed me back against the building.

“One last smoky kiss, Beth! Fuck you’re Hot!” We kissed briefly before he stopped. “And one lady feel of these fucking big tits!” He kissed me again and slid his hands up my top.

He only stopped to let me have drags, then he would push his tongue back inside my mouth as soon as I exhaled.

Finally, when I had smoked my third cigarette with him, Olly sucked my nipples, cupped my mound and said goodnight.

When I eventually arrived home, I took a large cucumber from the fridge and went straight to bed… it wasn’t for a late night snack!