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And Then Came Dessert

Date: 1/15/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Domination/submission, Female Domination, Scatology, Author: nunkie, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

doesn’t mean that I didn’t like it.’ ‘Y-you did? You liked it?’ She stopped snickering and looked at me with tear-filled eyes. I saw the little girl she had once been and somehow still was. ‘Yes, I liked it.’ ‘W-would you like to smell some more? Will you let me fart on you and you won’t push me away again?’ I didn’t even hesitate. I was too busy saving the damsel in distress. ‘Yes, of course. I’d love to.’ She wiped the tears from her cheeks and stood up. I sat down and diligently leaned forward, feigning eagerness. She grabbed my head as before and pulled me into her ass with a force that I didn’t expect. My nose was crushed painfully against her left ass cheek before she shifted her ass to accommodate me in her smelly cleft. It was then that I fully realized what I had let myself in to. I didn’t have to wait long. A slow prattling fart escaped from her ass and shot up my nostrils in a warm wave of squalor. My head was pulled back and she looked down at me over her shoulder. Gone was the little girl. There was a mischievous smirk on her lips and her eyes were glistening. I wondered about her emotional outburst. Had she just thrown a tantrum to keep me from leaving and to have her way with me? I couldn’t be sure, so I smiled and rolled my eyes in a clumsy attempt to assure her I was enjoying it. ‘More?’ I nodded. ‘Ask me.’ Now this seemed to be going a bit too far. It was one thing to oblige her in an attempt to soothe her, another thing entirely to be begging for it. She ... grabbed my hair and jerked my head violently. ‘Ask me! That’s the least you can do after being so rude to me.’ The sharp pain drove tears to my eyes. ‘C-could you… could I have some more?’ She snapped my head back. ‘Ask me nicely!’ ‘C-could I p-please have some more?’ ‘Some more what?’ ‘Could… could you please fart some more?’ ‘Why?’ At least she wasn’t farting. But my scalp was hurting so bad I almost wished she was. ‘Because… because I like it.’ ‘You like what?’ ‘Your farts. I like the smell of your farts.’ ‘Are you a dirty fart sniffer?’ ‘Yes. I’m a dirty fart sniffer. I like farts. I like your farts.’ She finally loosened her grip on my hair and pulled my face back into position. Three more farts were blown into my nose and mouth and she moaned loudly after each, either from the effort it took to push them out or because of the pleasure it was causing her. Then she let go of me and returned to her seat. I slumped down. My mind was numb. ‘Go on. Eat your dinner. You’re letting everything go cold.’ We finished dinner with her chit-chatting about unimportant people and unimportant events and myself nodding and feigning fascination. I wasn’t really listening. I knew I was done for. This was going to be a long night. What had transpired so far had been but the beginning. She had tested me and now she had me in the bag. She knew it, too, and she knew that I knew that there was nothing I could do about it. There was no mistaking the triumphant look on her face and the exuberant ...