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Sarah – Lung HammerHey,Found this in my archive. I remember it being one of the very first smoking fetish stories I read.I do have the full collection of Sarah/Nikki stories and am trying to recover them. Most will be able to be posted here, with the exception of the first 2-3. Posted this one as I found it but will hold off until I have the rest in reading order.Think there are about 45 chapters/stories like this in total.Lung HammerSarah and Tom arrived at the airport thirty minutes beforethe scheduled departure of their flight. The flight wouldtake them to Richmond, Virginia, where they would be met bysomeone from Philip Morris. Where they would be taken afterthat was somewhat of a mystery. For security reasons, theywere not told their exact destination, only that they wouldbe met at the airport.Sarah was extremely nervous about enduring a three-hourflight without a cigarette. She had never gone that longwithout a cigarette in her memory. Even when Sarah was aninfant, her mother, Lori, always made sure that Sarah hadnicotine in her system at each feeding. Lori’s breast milkwas, of course, saturated with nicotine. And, while feedingSarah, Lori always made sure to exhale her smoke in Sarah’sdirection. Sarah had started taking drags on her own atonly a few months of age, and, by the age of one, wassmoking five cigarettes per day. So, except while sleeping,even at the age of one, Sarah had never gone three hourswithout a cigarette. Since the age of twelve, Sarah hadendured irregular sleeping patterns. She rarely slept morethan two consecutive hours without waking up to smoke. Sheusually woke up two or three times each night with a severecoughing spell. She always took advantage of eachopportunity to inhale mass quantities of tar and nicotinedeep into her lungs. Needless to say, this would be a newchallenge for Sarah.Before leaving her house, Sarah had stuck two nicotinepatches on each arm. She had loaded her purse with chewingtobacco. She said, “Tom, let’s find the nearest smokinglounge. I want to pump my lungs full of smoke before theplane leaves.” Her hands were trembling.Tom said, “There’s a lounge right around the corner fromour gate. Follow me.”Sarah lit up a cigarette as soon as she set foot in thelounge. She inhaled deeply and, without exhaling, tookanother drag. She repeated this process over and over,quickly, until her entire cigarette had been consumed. Ittook just two minutes for Sarah to smoke an entirecigarette. Tom had not seen a visible exhale escape fromSarah’s lungs. Even before they had found a table, Sarahhad lit her second cigarette and had inhaled most of itinto her lungs.Tom found a table in the corner of the lounge. As they satdown he said, “We can sit here until the plane is ready toleave. Smoke as much as you want, Sarah.””I’m going to smoke two packs of cigarettes before we boardthe plane,” said Sarah, inhaling smoke from her cigaretteas it dangled from her lips. She was reaching for somethingin her purse.”Two packs? But the plane leaves in twenty minutes, Sarah,”said Tom.”I know,” said Sarah. “Watch this.” She triple-pumped theremainder of her cigarette and dropped it into the ashtray.From her purse she extracted a roll of cigarettes whichappeared to be taped together. Before leaving home, Sarahhad taped together four bundles of unfiltered Pall Malls.Each bundle had ten cigarettes taped together. Sarah placedone end of the bundle into her mouth. She flicked herlighter to life and waved the flame across the other end ofthe bundle as she inhaled. As her cheeks indented, Sarahfelt a thick, dense cloud of smoke enter her mouth. Whenher mouth was as full as it could get, she removed thecigarettes from her mouth and inhaled quickly and deeply.Sarah felt a rush as the pure nicotine cloud filled herlungs. It was more smoke than even Sarah was used to. “Ahh,that feels good,” said Sarah, coughing a deep, gurglycough. “I call this a ‘lung hammer.’ Take a drag and you’llknow why.” She took another long, deep drag from the bundleand inhaled the smoke deep into her ravaged lungs. Sarahdid her best not to exhale any of the thick, tar-richsmoke. She wanted all of it to stay in her lungs.Sarah took one long drag after another from her bundle,inhaling each drag as deeply as possible. She never pausedmore than two or three seconds between drags. As shereached the end of her cigarettes, the bundle was gettingextremely hot. She took one last double-pump, inhaleddeeply, and dropped the bundle into the ashtray. With thicksmoke flowing from her nostrils, she pulled her secondbundle from her purse and lit up. Less than five minuteshad passed since she had lit her first bundle.”Damn!” said Tom, who now had a major hard-on, “You reallywill smoke two packs in twenty minutes! That is soawesome!”Sarah was already three drags into her second bundle whenshe said, “Did you have any doubts, Tommy Boy?””I guess I should know better by now,” said Tom. “No onecan smoke the way you do, Sarah!””You know it, babe,” said Sarah with a long talking exhale.She was actually starting to get a buzz from the enormousamount of nicotine she was pumping into her body. She tookone long, deep drag after another, barely pausing betweendrags. As she neared the end of her second bundle, shestarted to feel a little dizzy.Tom said, “Maybe you should stop now, Sarah. You’restarting to turn a little green.””I need more smoke in my lungs, Tom,” said Sarah. “I won’tbe able to smoke for three hours. This is going to have tolast me a while.” Sarah took the third bundle from herpurse and placed it into her mouth. As she lit up, insteadof taking a normal drag, she did a direct lung inhale, asone would do when smoking a joint. The heavy rush ofhigh-tar smoke into Sarah’s lungs was highly intense. Itmade Sarah’s chest hurt. Her çorum escort throat felt as if it were onfire. Sarah resisted the urge to cough and took another,much deeper, direct lung inhale. The intense smoke wasoverwhelming. Sarah was close to passing out. But, insteadof stopping, she went on. She finished the entire bundlewith nothing but direct lung inhales. She literallybreathed all the smoke from ten unfiltered cigarettesdirectly into her lungs. And that’s exactly where most ofthe smoke remained.”Wow! You’ll have to try this sometime, Tom,” said Sarah,reaching for her fourth, and final, bundle. “My lungs havenever hurt this much. They have never felt so full.” Sarahwas now highly aroused, but resisted the urge to play withherself, being in a public place.Sarah wrapped her sensuous lips around her final bundle ofcigarettes. Tom said, “Let me light it, Sarah.” He held theflame of the lighter near the end of Sarah’s bundle. AsSarah started sucking, Tom moved the flame aroundcarefully, making sure each of the ten cigarettes was lit.Sarah drew the thick smoke into her aching lungs. Her chestexpanded as it filled with the warm, rich, toxins. “Oooo,that hurts so good,” said Sarah as she took another deepdrag from her bundle. “I still need more smoke in my lungs.Light up three of my Marlboro 100s, Tom.”As Tom followed his orders, Sarah continued to suck andinhale from the unfiltered bundle of Pall Malls. When Tomhad lit three cigarettes, Sarah took an enormous drag fromher bundle, inhaled deeply, and held the smoke in herlungs. She set the bundle down in her ashtray and took thethree cigarettes from Tom. She took a quick drag from allthree, inhaled, and stuck two in her nostrils. She stuckthe third cigarette into the hole in her trachea. With hermouth closed, Sarah breathed in. All three cigarettesglowed brightly. She then picked up the bundle and tookanother very deep direct lung inhale. As she inhaled fromher bundle, the other three cigarettes all glowed brightly.Sarah was smoking thirteen cigarettes at one time.”Ahh, this is more like it,” said Sarah. “I wish they couldpack this much tar into one cigarette.” Sarah was literallybreathing nothing but cigarette smoke as she worked her waythrough her final bundle. She felt very lightheaded andwas, again, close to passing out. Every now and then shewould have to breathe through her mouth just to keep fromblacking out. But she always followed her small breath ofair with a high-tar lung-chaser from her bundle.Tom said, “We have to get to our gate, Sarah.”Sarah triple-pumped the last little bit of her lung hammerand dropped it into her ashtray. She then inhaled deeply onthe cigarettes in her nostrils and neck hole. Each one hadabout a half-inch left to smoke. Sarah removed thecigarettes and placed all three in her mouth. She tookseveral long, deep drags until there was nothing left butburning filter. She had smoked forty-three cigarettes intwenty minutes.As Sarah stood up, she was a little wobbly on her legs. Herbody had taken in very little oxygen in the past twentyminutes. Tom took her by the arm and helped her walk to thegate. They boarded their plane with no time to spare. AsSarah sat down in her seat on the plane, she pulled a largewad of chewing tobacco from her purse and stuffed it intoher mouth. She sat back in her seat and tried to relax. Itwould be a long three hours, thought Sarah to herself.The first hour passed without incident. Sarah felt a littlejittery, but was coping. She had replaced her chewingtobacco with a fresh wad. She tilted her head back and letsome of the tobacco juice run down her throat. She wascareful not to swallow too much, but it tasted so good. Shetried to read, anything to take her mind off smoking. Asshe opened her magazine, the first thing she saw was an adfor Kools. The slogan read “B Kool.” It showed a sexy ladysitting in a bar, looking admiringly at a guy who washolding a lit Kool between his fingers. Sarah moaned. Sheflipped a few pages and saw a beautiful black womanexhaling smoke from her Winston. “God, I want a cigarette,”she said.”Hold on, babe,” said Tom. “You’ve only got an hour and ahalf to go.”Sarah put the magazine down and opened her purse for somemore chewing tobacco. She saw her opened pack of Marlboro100s. She took out the pack and held it to her nose. Shestarted sniffing the fresh tobacco. “Oh, baby, I wish Icould smoke you right now,” she said to her cigarettes. Shemoved the pack down to her crotch and started rubbing itagainst her pussy.”Sarah, you’re just making it harder on yourself,” saidTom, who was pretty hard himself, watching Sarah. “Try tosleep.””Yeah, right,” said Sarah. “Have you ever tried to sleepwhen you really wanted a cigarette?””Pretty close to impossible, eh?” said Tom. “Want to playcards?”Sarah stared blankly for a few seconds, then said, “I haveto go to the bathroom.””OK,” said Tom. He leaned over and gave Sarah a deep kiss,probing the inside of her mouth with his tongue. “God, Ilove the taste of your mouth, Sarah. Hurry back.” Sarahleft Tom with a lingering taste of nicotine in his mouthand a gigantic erection in his pants.There were two restrooms, one in the front of the plane andone in the back. Sarah walked to the one in the back of theplane, even though her seat was very close to the front ofthe plane. She shut the door of the restroom and opened herpurse. From her purse she extracted her cigarettes, herlighter, and a small, battery-operated smokeless ashtray,the kind that is supposed to suck in all the smoke fromyour cigarette so no smoke is left lingering in the air.Sarah lit up and took four very long, very deep drags,holding all of the smoke deep in her lungs. She held theburning end of the cigarette close to the ashtray so all denizli escort ofthe smoke could be trapped by its filter.Sarah took several more long, deep drags and inhaled eachone deep into her craving lungs. She felt the tar andnicotine soaking into her lung tissue. Rarely had acigarette tasted so good to Sarah. Between Sarah’s lungsand the smokeless ashtray, most of the smoke from Sarah’scigarette was trapped so that it did not get into the airof the restroom.Sarah finished off her cigarette in a matter of minutes,inhaling each drag completely, pausing no more than a fewseconds between drags. She triple-pumped the last littlebit of tobacco and saw the filter starting to burn. Sheheld all of the smoke deep in her lungs, refusing to exhaleany of it. She held the tip of her cigarette under somerunning water, wrapped the butt in a paper towel, anddisposed of it.Sarah didn’t think she could smell any smoke in the air,but she didn’t trust her own sense of smell. It had beendeadened by her lifetime of smoking. She didn’t want totake any chances. Sarah’s stomach had been feeling queasythe last few days, and ninety minutes without a cigarettehad only made it worse. She had a plan. She sat down on thetoilet and dumped a large load of very messy diarrhea. Thestench was strong enough for even Sarah to smell it. Shewiped herself, but didn’t flush. She hoped the smell wouldbe strong enough to cover up any lingering smoke in theair. She opened the door a crack to make sure no one waswaiting outside. With her head down she walked quickly upto her seat.Tom noticed the smell in Sarah’s hair immediately. “Sarah,”he whispered. “You’ve been smoking.””No shit, Sherlock,” said Sarah. “Keep your voice down.”Tom grabbed Sarah’s head and locked mouths with her. Theyspent several minutes of deep French kissing as Tom’serection returned in full force. Sarah massaged Tom’s peniswith one hand and rubbed her own pussy with her other hand.They each could have cum on the spot, but Tom finally said,”We’d better cool it. One of the flight attendants iscoming.”Sarah coughed in her deep, gurgly way and straightened herclothing. Tom was grinning as he sat up in his seat. Theflight attendant seemed to be looking at each of thepassengers. Tom said, “You can get into big trouble forsmoking on a plane, Sarah. I think they’re looking foryou.”Sarah said, “They couldn’t have detected anything. I usedmy smokeless ashtray. And I really, uhh, masked the smellof the smoke.” Sarah started laughing as she thought abouther little stunt. She breathed a nicotine-laden sigh ofrelief as the flight attendant walked by without sayinganything to her. Sarah felt much better now that she hadfilled her lungs with her smoky nectar. She tilted her seatback and actually slept for a while. She woke up twentyminutes before the plane was to land. She turned to Tom andsaid, “I have to go to the bathroom again.”A few minutes after the plane landed Sarah was led off theplane by two flight attendants and handed over to a coupleof security guards who were waiting for her. Sarah had beencaught smoking on the plane. “You never should have smokedthat second cigarette,” whispered Tom as they led Sarah tothe security office.Sarah was not detained for long. A quick phone call to herfather and everything was magically worked out. Tom andSarah headed first for the nearest smoking lounge so thatSarah could, once again, fill her never-pink lungs with herbeloved tar and nicotine. After sucking down six cigarettesin rapid succession, Sarah and Tom headed for baggageclaim. There they were greeted by a man who recognizedSarah from a picture Dr. Richards had sent him.”Hello, are you Sarah Polmoni?” said the man.”The one and only,” said Sarah.”I’m Phil, Phil Morris,” he said.”As in Philip Morris?” laughed Sarah. “Give me a break.””My last name is really Morris. I had my first name legallychanged. I just thought it was a cool idea”, said Phil.”I’m the head of Philip Morris’ Division F, which Dr.Richards has told you about. I have the perfect job for asmoking fetishist, and the perfect name to match. Now,let’s get you two out of here. I have a limousine waiting.You must be Tom.” Phil shook Tom’s hand.”Yes. Pleased to meet you, Phil,” said Tom.Phil led Tom and Sarah to a sleek, black limousine. He hada porter bring their luggage. After all three were settledin the air-conditioned limousine, Phil said, “Allow me togive each of you a complimentary carton of Marlboro Blacks.For you, Sarah, a carton of Marlboro Black 100s. And foryou, Tom, a carton of Marlboro Black Menthol 100s. Thesecigarettes are the pride and joy of Division F. They weredeveloped especially for smokers like you, Sarah. You’llnotice the carton and the pack are exactly like your normalcigarettes, except the gold is replaced by black. For thementhols, the green is replaced by black. Other than that,they look like regular Marlboro packs and cartons. Thecigarettes themselves also look like normal Marlboros.””What’s different about them?” asked Sarah.”Well, first of all, feel the carton, Sarah,” said Phil.”Wow! It’s heavy,” said Sarah.”It’s nearly twice as heavy as a normal carton,” said Phil.”That’s because of all the additives and chemicals we haveput into the tobacco to enhance it.””Enhance in what way?” asked Sarah, suddenly very excited.”We at Division F have altered the tobacco so that the tarcontent has been greatly increased,” said Phil. “Also, thenicotine level has been slightly decreased. But we haveadded other chemicals to ensure that none of thepleasurable effects of the nicotine have been lost. Infact, you will get much more pleasure from these cigarettesthan from normal cigarettes. So, the bottom line is, youwill get much more tar to fill your lungs, but you will düzce escort notfeel the ill effects of too much nicotine, so you can smokeas much as you want. And, from what I hear of you, you willwant to smoke a lot of these cigarettes, Sarah.””I have to try one now,” said Sarah, breathlessly.”Be my guest,” said Phil.Sarah’s hands were trembling as she opened a pack ofMarlboro Black 100s. “Just how much tar do these cigaretteshave?” she asked.”Each cigarette has about five times the normal amount oftar, roughly 75 milligrams,” said Phil, proudly.”Holy shit!” said Sarah. She was so excited, she couldn’thold her lighter steady. Tom held the lighter for her andwatched in awe as Sarah inhaled the thick, toxic smoke deepinto her blackened chest. Her eyes widened as she inhaled.She had never felt such a fullness in her lungs. The smokewas thick and dense, but surprisingly mild. “Now, this is alung hammer,” she said. She took a second cheek-hollowingdrag and pulled the thick smoke deep into her lungs. Afterholding the smoke inside for as long as she could, Sarahfinally exhaled. What came out was thick, dark smoke, likethe smoke from a barbecue grill. Sarah had a big grin onher face. “This is the best cigarette I’ve ever smoked!”she said. Tom and Phil had full erections. “I have to get alarge supply of these cigarettes, Phil. How can I getthem?””We can arrange to have them shipped to you, Sarah,” saidPhil. “I will personally see to it that you will never bewithout Marlboro Blacks.””Thank you, Phil. I can feel the cancer in my lungsalready,” said Sarah as her cheeks caved in around thefilter of her new best friend. Tom and Phil carefullyshifted in their seats as their erections intensified.”Of course, these won’t be available to the generalpublic,” said Phil. “Only to special customers like you,Sarah.”Sarah smiled as she greedily inhaled the rest of herMarlboro Black into her lungs. The more she smoked, themore she wanted. She immediately lit up a second cigaretteand inhaled deeply. She was becoming very aroused from theincredible fullness in her lungs. She took another drag,inhaled, and pulled Tom’s face to hers. She started kissinghim. As their lips locked, Sarah exhaled all of herlung-filtered smoke into Tom. Tom inhaled all of Sarah’ssweet smoke into his own lungs and started massagingSarah’s breasts, imagining he was massaging her lungs.Sarah’s panties were wet. She desperately wanted to fuck.”Are we almost there?” she asked. She inhaled deeply fromher Marlboro Black 100.”Yes,” said Phil. “It’s right ahead.” He watched as athick, black cone of smoke came out of Sarah’s mouth.The limousine pulled up to a gate in a large securityfence. Behind the fence was a large, unmarked buildingwhich looked like an airplane hangar. In fact, it used tobe one.”Welcome to Division F,” said Phil. “There used to be asmall airport here. When it closed, we bought the propertyand turned this hangar into our experimental lab. There areliving quarters inside. Your room is fully stocked withcigarettes. You will also find a VCR with a large selectionof smoking fetish videos and nearly every cigarettecommercial ever made. We are quite proud of ourcollection.””This is my kind of place,” said Sarah as she took anotherlong, cheek-hollowing drag from her ultra-high-tar MarlboroBlack.”I have to admit, working here is like a dream for me,”said Phil. The limousine pulled up to the door and stopped.”I’ll let you two relax in your room for a while,” saidPhil. “Later on, we can go out for dinner and discuss ourplans for the week.””Sounds great,” said Sarah, now very horny.Phil led Sarah and Tom to their room. There was a large bedwith silk sheets. The room was stocked with cartons andcartons of cigarettes. There were plenty of MarlboroBlacks, but there were also cartons of all of PhilipMorris’ other brands, just for variety. There were ashtraysall over the room. There was a large screen TV with a VCRand stacks of video tapes. In the middle of the room was alarge hot tub with a whirlpool. Sarah shook loose anotherMarlboro Black from her pack. She placed the filter betweenher lips and flicked her lighter to life. Her cheeksindented deeply as she drew the dense smoke into her mouth.She removed the cigarette from her mouth and parted herlips slightly. Tom and Phil watched as a large ball ofsmoke danced momentarily in Sarah’s sensuous mouth. Theyfelt a swelling in their groins as Sarah inhaled and thedense smoke-ball disappeared into Sarah’s wonderful, black,craving lungs, never to be seen again. As Sarah felt thewonderful fullness in her lungs, she sat down on the bed.She started rolling around and wrapping herself in the silksheets. She lay back on the bed and took a long,cheek-hollowing drag. Tom and Phil watched Sarah’s gloriousbreasts rise as she inhaled the smoke deep into hertar-laden chest. As she held the smoke in her lungs andfelt the wonderful toxins soaking into her dark and brittlelung tissue, she placed her hand in her crotch and startedrubbing. She crossed her legs around her hand and startedmoaning. Tom, now with a very intense erection, said, “Ithink we need some privacy, Phil.””Take all the time you need,” said Phil with an enviousgrin on his face. “Give me a call when you’re ready.There’s a list of phone numbers next to the phone.”Thanks,” said Tom. He shut the door behind Phil and turnedto Sarah.”Oh, Tommy, please help me fill my poor little lungs withsmoke,” said Sarah in a pouting voice. “I just can’t seemto get enough smoke.” Tom pounced on Sarah for the start ofa very intense session of smoky sex.Back in his room, Phil turned on a TV monitor. There, inliving color, was Tom sliding his rock-hard penis betweenSarah’s spread legs while shotgunning her unhealthy lungsfull of smoke. Phil had conveniently forgotten to mentionthe hidden video cameras located strategically around theguest room. As he pulled his swollen dick out of his pants,he thought, “Silly me. How could I forget such an importantdetail?” With a devilish grin he started stroking himself.”Oh well, what they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

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