I could smell him before I saw him. The stench of cigar smoke so strong that it burned my nostrils and made me want to gag. It was such a contrast to the earthy smell of the dirt floor, and the copper taste of my blood in my mouth from when he beat me. I remembered the days when the only things I I smelled on him was his sweat, and nasty breath from eating the other girls flesh. Now I longed for those days, as crazy as that was. But he had a new habit now. Cigars. And he had made me his ashtray.
He pulled me up to my knees and pulled my head back by my hair so I was looking up at him. He stood their, hard cock in one hand and a burning cigar hanging from his disgusting lips. The smoke fell down around me, covering me in the smell. I knew I would try to sleep that night, and only be able to smell that disgusting odor in my hair. He told me to open my mouth. I did as I was told, and he stuck his cock in. He slowly fucked my face as he toked on his cigar. I kept my eyes open, as he had taught me, and watched as he smoked.
He pulled his cock out and I kept my mouth open, knowing what was coming next. He took his cigar and brought the ash end down to my mouth. He flicked the burnt ashes into my mouth. They floated down into my mouth and up my nose, making my eyes tear. I didn’t dare spit it out or cough. Then he stuck his cock back in my mouth and fucked my dirty ashtray mouth while he continued smoking. He did this over and over, relaxing while I sucked his cock and used my mouth as his ashtray. My mouth was full of dirty ash by the time he was nearly finished, an hour later.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth one last time, and told me to stick my tongue out. It was bone dry from all the ashing, but he took his cigar and jammed the lit end directly onto my tongue to snuff it out. The burning raged through my brain, and I knew I would have another permanent ring scar on my tongue. He told me to close my mouth, and as I did, with all the ash still inside, he stroked his cum all over my filthy face. He shoved me back to the floor and I rolled away from him. He went back upstairs, and I tried to spit the ash out of my mouth. My tongue burned so badly, and sure enough, the only thing I could smell all night was that stentch of his cigar.
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