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  Love is a Cigarette

  Part 1

  Scarlett stood in front of the window of her bedroom with a cigarette in her mouth. She was cold and silent as an autumn leaf. Within her heart laid a mad desire, a taste of salt on her lips and through her eyes, the reflection of carnal pleasures. She felt the trembling of all amorous passions known to man. She hasn’t made love to her husband for more than six months, and she was tired. She yearned for the presence of a real man; she longed to feel the roughness of his skin, to taste the sweetness of his lips and breathed the burning odors of his breast. Her pussy was famished and it was asking for “cocks”. She closed her eyes and envisioned a man walking in, carrying her onto a haystack and savagely penetrating her. She fantasized about being told what to do in bed. She wondered how it would feel to be called a slut or a whore in bed. She dreamt about being surrounded by several men kissing, touching and seducing her at the same time. She opened her eyes and turned around. Her husband was sitting on the bed with a newspaper in his hands. She detested him for depriving her of wonderful sex. Five years ago, when she met him, their sex life was fiery, and it was more violent than a volcano. She wondered why he lost that fire. She walked over the bed and sat by his side. She ran her fingers through his hair and said, “Fuck me baby, I want to feel you deep inside me. I want you to drink my essence.”

  “I’m tired; I had a bad day at work!”

  “I don’t care; I want you to make love to me right now, George!”

  “I’m sorry baby, let’s do it tomorrow night!”

  “Sometimes I wonder if you’re a man, are you gay?”

  “I’m not gay, I can’t be gay!”

  “Then, fuck me, fuck me hard! Tie my legs behind my head and screw me till I’m fucking dead.”

  George put down the newspaper and said, “You know that it’s difficult for me to get an erection after my mother died in a car accident.”

  “I will cheat on you, you’re not a man.”

  “Do as you like!” Georges quietly said.

  “You must remember that love is like a ship, if misguided, it can lead to dangerous destinations.”

  Tomorrow at work, Scarlett couldn’t stay focus on her duties. She fantasized about great sex while the students were acting like barbarians. They chatted, screamed, sang, and even danced in the classroom. She couldn’t care less; all she wanted was violent, nasty intimacy. Kevin, the class clown came to her desk and asked, “Why are you so sad, Mrs. Emerson?”

  “I’m okay; mind your own business.”

  She got up from her chair and said, “Please, be quiet. I’m going out, I will be back soon!”

  She exited the door and went to the classroom at the end of the hall. The students of this classroom were quiet and disciplined. Mr. Bolton, their teacher was a stern man. Scarlett sometimes wondered if he was also severe in bed. She approached his desk, and gave him a card with an alluring smile. Mr. Bolton was surprised. He has been courting Scarlett for more than two years with no success. He knew that she was a married woman, however, that didn’t stop him to try to achieve his carnal desires. Scarlett stepped out the classroom and went to the men bathroom. She entered a stall and started to undress. She took off her blouse, then her skirt. She had only her underwear on when Mr. Bolton opened the door with a sexy smile.

  “Don’t take off your underwear, my fingers will do the job.”

  Scarlett smiled, and then said, “Give me the best sex of my life. I’m emotionally giving my all to you. Take it.”

  Mr. Bolton glided his hand inside Scarlett’s underwear and played with everything his index finger touched. Scarlett was in seventh heaven, she left this world for another one. He massaged her clitoris and it was the ultimate fuse blower. She wanted to scream, but couldn’t. She was afraid of attracting attention. Mr. Bolton knelt and started licking her pussy; he devoured it as if he was a dog sucking a juicy bone. Scarlett heard someone footsteps. She quickly signaled Mr. Bolton to stop. She saw a guy standing in front of the door, and the guy looked suspicious.

  “Is there a girl inside the stall?” The guy asked.

  Mr. Bolton was about to open his mouth when Scarlett murmured in his ears that she would handle the situation. She opened the doors, and her eyes fell upon one of her old students. The guy was astonished; he put his hands on his mouth, and then exclaimed, “Mrs. Emerson!”

  “Hello, you look familiar. Were you in my class last year?”

  The guy shook his head in disbelief. Scarlett smiled and said,” Please don’t tell anybody about this, I’ll give you two hundred dollars.”

  “Fantastic,” the student said. “When will you give me the money?”

  “Come to my classroom after class!”

  Mr. Bolton smiled at the student and said, “He’s a good boy, he won’t tell on us!”

  “Of course, I won’t. I never had more than a hundred dollars in my life.”

  The student exited the bathroom and Scarlett said, “Let’s finish that wonderful sex at your place this afternoon.”

  “I can’t wait; I will burn you with the fever of my passion,” Mr. Bolton replied.

  Scarlett went to her house after work. She took a nice rose petals bath. She oozed sexiness in a red dress, she contemplated herself in the mirror, and she was satisfied. George came into the bedroom and asked, “Where are you going, honey?”

  “You don’t have to know!”

  “Come with me at the opera this afternoon,” George asked.

  “Are you kidding me? Opera is so boring and you’re even more boring than opera.”

  “What’s happened to you? You’ve been acting strange lately.”

  “Goodbye, George. I’m a new woman.”

  Scarlett drove her car to Mr. Bolton’s house. He was waiting for her in front of the door. He was semi-nude. He had only a boxer on. Mr. Bolton was a married man; however, he didn’t love his wife anymore. Sex occupied a paramount place in his mind. Scarlett got out of the car, and walked sexily towards her prey. She bit her lower lip and she was ready to devour him. She wanted to lick every inch of his body.

  “Where is your wife?” Scarlett asked.

  “She went to California for two days; we have the house for ourselves.”

  “I’m so horny that I would fuck you in front of her if she was around. I wouldn’t give a damn,” Scarlett replied.

  Mr. Bolton laughed and asked, “Would you like something to drink?”

  “A glass of red wine will do.”

  Scarlett explored the living room while Mr. Bolton went to the kitchen. A family photograph on the wall caught her attention. She saw a teenage girl in the photo and she quickly realized that she was their daughter. The girl was tall, slender, and she had deep blue eyes. Scarlett turned around when she heard Mr. Bolton’s footsteps.

  “I never knew that you had a daughter.”

  “She was my beloved angel. I loved her so much!”

  “What happened?”

  “She was gang raped by a bunch of vagabonds, and two months later she committed suicide.”

  “I’m so sorry. What a sordid tale.”

  “She was beautiful, isn’t she?”

  “She’s gorgeous, what is her name?”

  “Her name is Paula. Let’s go my bedroom now. I’m going to make you travel to foreign places.”

  “Fantastic, that’s what I want!” Scarlett sensually replied.

  Scarlett threw Mr. Bolton on the bed and sat on his legs; she unzipped his pant and started to play with his cock. Mr. Bolton closed his eyes, and then exhaled. Scarlett knew that he liked it by the reactions on his face. She let go of his genital, and kissed his bellybutton, then she went higher to the upper ventral region of his torso. She licked his skin till her tongue stoppe
d at his breast. She softly bit his nipple. Mr. Bolton got up and sat on the bed. He placed Scarlett’s tender body on his lap and started to suck her breasts. The sensation was heavenly; her face was marked with pleasure. He kissed her neck and then went for a wild French kiss. As he approached for the kiss, He looked into her eyes, but when his lips were close to hers, he closed his eyes. The kiss produced a pleasant sensation. They took their time to explore each other’s mouths. Mr. Bolton moved his hands on Scarlett’s hips and then slowly moved them around her back. Scarlett gently caressed his shoulder and then she held his face with her hands on his cheeks. Mr. Bolton ripped her Victoria Secret’s lingerie; he buried his penis in her pussy and ravaged her with great vigor. The sensations were ecstatic. Her eyes rolled over and she screamed with pleasure. She felt the head of his dick go in and out of her pussy hole.

  The fact that Mr. Bolton was aggressive and animalistic turned her on. She wanted that moment to last an eternity.

  Scarlett fell asleep in his arms after they finished making love. She woke up around midnight, Mr. Bolton was still asleep. She checked out her watch and saw that it was very late. She knew that her husband was expecting her. She checked out her missed calls and to her surprise he hasn’t called. She got up and got dress, she gave Mr. Bolton one last look and exited the door with a satisfying smile.

  Two days later, Scarlett met an old college friend that she hadn’t seen for a decade while she went shopping in the mall. The friend’s name was Carolyn.

  “How you’re doing?” Scarlett asked.

  “I’m fine; I haven’t seen you since you left San Francisco for Las Vegas.”

  “Same here, what are you doing in Las Vegas?”

  “It’s a secret, but since I trust you, I will tell you. I work for a high class brothel,” Carolyn quietly said.

  “Interesting, and where is that?”

  “Why do you ask? Would you like to work there too?”

  “Not really, I’m just curious.”

  “The brothel is situated in an isolated rural area outside Las Vegas.”

  “It seems like a wonderful job, I bet you have a lot of fun there.”

  “It seems like you’re really interested, I can take you there if you like.”

  “Fantastic, let me give you my card so you can call me,” Scarlett replied.

  She glanced at Carolyn and added, “Do you think that I will be qualified?”

  “Of course you will. You’re every man dream. A man will easily fall on his knees for you. I wish I had your ivory skin and auburn hair with flaming locks.”

  “I will only be able to work in the afternoon because I have to teach during the day.”

  “That won’t be a problem; the brothel is especially busy in the evening.”

  Part 2

  Tomorrow afternoon, Carolyn drove Scarlett to the whorehouse. It was situated in an old Spanish style house. Scarlett got out of the car. Her heart was beating like a drum, she was very excited. A tall middle-aged woman with long dark hair welcomed them. She smiled at Scarlett and said, “Welcome to red hacienda, I’m Madame Labelle and I hope you have a great time working for us.

  “When will I start?” Scarlett asked.

  “You can start right now if you like. You’re sexy; Carolyn didn’t tell me that you were that hot.”

  “Come with me; I’m going to show you your room,” The madam added.

  The room was spacious and the walls were painted in dark red. Scarlett adored the color red, it reminded her of sex. She was going to do something that she thought was electric and mysterious. The thought of having sex for money aroused her. In reality, she didn’t really care for the money; it was the thrill that attracted her.

  “Take off your clothes, so you could relax. You can wear any sexy lingerie you like in the closet. Mr. Burton will be there with you in five minutes.”

  “Who’s Mr. Burton?” Scarlett curiously asked.

  “He’s one of the richest men in Nevada. He loves kinky sex. Please him with all your sexiness. He might give you a big tip.”

  A moment later, Mr. Burton entered the room with a Cuban cigar in his mouth. He was tall, dark and handsome. Scarlett winked at him as he walked towards her.

  “You’re a beautiful creature,” Mr. Burton complimented.

  “I’m all yours. Take me and do whatever you like,” Scarlett murmured.

  Mr. Burton put his Cuban cigar in a glass of water, and then he inserted it inside her vagina. Scarlett thought that his action was strange, however, she liked it. The smile on his face translated the satisfaction he felt. Mr. Burton pushed the cigar deeper inside her hole, and played with her breasts as she moaned. He knelt in front of her and kissed her pussy, and then he took out the cigar with his teeth. Scarlett took the Cigar from his mouth and licked it, and then she shoved it back in his mouth.

  Mr. Burton blindfolded Scarlett and put her on the bed. He took a bottle of Chocolate sauce from the desk and dumped the sauce on her sex. He licked all the delicious liquid on her vagina. He didn’t leave a trace and he licked his lips like a hungry prisoner after he finished. He went to her face and inserted his cock in her mouth. Scarlett sucked his instrument like a Lolita sucking on a lollipop and as Mr. Burton was about to orgasm, he took it out and sheltered his hard cock inside her hot vagina. He was less animalistic and slower than Mr. Bolton; however, he fucked with technique. He went up and down between her tights. She felt like he was the waves of the ocean, and she, a nude island. He growled like a wild animal as he came inside the condom.

  “How was the orgasm?” Scarlett smilingly asked.

  “It was better than euphoria.”

  A young woman entered the room after Mr. Burton departed. She had an unpleasant look on her face. She crossed her hands and gazed directly at Scarlett. She was intimidated by the stranger; she got up from the bed and introduced herself.

  “I know who you are,” the young woman replied. “I’m wild cat and I’m here to tell you that it’s me who dominate this brothel. I will destroy you if you try to take my valuable clients.”

  “Don’t worry wild cat. I won’t damage you reputation. I hope that we become friends.”

  “I’m not here to make friends; I’m here to make money and to play with hot cocks,” Wild cat replied as she stepped out of the bedroom.

  Scarlett heard a knock on the door while she was using her favorite vibrator. She took the vibrator out of her wet vagina and quickly descended the stairs. She opened the door and saw her husband’s best friend standing in front of door. Patrick has been George‘s closest friend for more than a decade.

  “Hello, Scarlett. Is George here?”

  “He’s in his office. He’s researching a case that he will represent next week.”

  “He told me to drop by today because he wanted to play poker.”

  “Get in; I’m going to tell him that you’re here.”

  Patrick sat in the living room while Scarlett went upstairs to announce his visit. She suspected that Patrick was in love with her. He felt so humble every time he was in her presence. She could also read it in his eyes. Two months ago, when George refused to fuck her pussy, she thought about going to his place, so he could please her. She gave it a second thought, and changed her plan because she didn’t want to spoil Patrick’s obsession. She loved it when men desired her and she enjoyed the wicked games of seduction. Patrick was a tall, dark haired man with captivating hazel eyes and he was pleasing to the eyes. Scarlett thought that he was very handsome; however, she never gave him a sign that she was interested. She also suspected that her husband was aware of Patrick’s admiration for her. He once asked her if she thinks Patrick was good-looking. It was a long time ago, and their relationship was flourishing every day and night with oral sex, passionate kisses, and deep penetration. Scarlett loved her husband and she wished that she could relive these wonderful times. She was very surprised when he asked her that question. It was true that Patrick was a Greek-god who resembled Marlon Brando; however, sh
e didn’t love him. She felt only lust for him.

  The only thing that stopped her from sleeping with him was because she considered friendship a sacred union. The thought of destroying their friendship intimidated her.

  A moment later, while she was serving her husband and his friend margarita, she remarked that Patrick was staring at her astounding cleavage. George was too preoccupied with the poker game to realize that his friend had a burning desire for his wife. She imagined how Patrick’s cock would feel inside her pussy; she wanted his sex, his skin, and his wildness; however she was afraid.

  After the game, George went to her wife and asked her for sex. Scarlett was surprised by the metamorphosis of George, however, she wasn’t excited. She gave him a cold look, and said, “I’m sorry George, I can’t have sex with you.”