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My wife had been after me for years to quit smoking, but I knew this would be excruciatingly difficult after more than two decades of smoking up to three packs a day.
So I said I’d give it a shot if she would give me access to her clit anytime I got the urge to smoke. “It would also be nice if you wore underwear that always exposes your tits,” I said. “And if you were to keep me tied up, you could be certain that I’m not smoking.”
For a few weeks nothing more was said. Then one evening I came home from work to find a note on the front door that said to enter, naked, warning in big letters, “You’d better have a hard-on.” The note said to use the cock ring that was slipped over the doorknob.
I shed my clothes and entered to find Nan wearing lingerie I’d never seen. Her tits were sticking out of openings in the bra, and above her black garters and stockings pussy hairs gleamed in the light. But what really surprised me was the riding crop in her hand.
“No more cigarettes!” she barked. “From now on, the only thing you’ll suck is my clit! Is that clear?”
I hesitated before saying, “Anytime I want?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“What’s the catch?”
“You’ll wear this ring and obey whatever I say.” That seemed like a fair trade.
“To the bedroom!” Nan snapped. There I found four of my neckties attached to the bedposts. She tied me to them, straddled my face and ground my lips and tongue with fierce pressure while whacking my cock with the riding crop. I’d never felt anything so erotic!
This went on for hours, and set the pattern for the following weeks. Nan wasn’t going to let me come until I proved I’d given up smoking for good! Finally, after a full month in which I didn’t even touch a cigarette but sucked her clit and pussy for hours each day, she was convinced.
“Now for your reward,” she said, untying me (a bit of a disappointment, since I’d grown fond of that part of my “treatment”) and giving me the blowjob of my dreams. After I shot down her throat, my body turned to jelly. At that moment I knew that I would never need another cigarette.
In the year since then, I haven’t missed smoking at all. I may have replaced that addiction with another one, to Nan’s sweet cunt. But this one we can live with!
