Payment
Author: Wolfman Sid
Many times I had admired the neighbor from over my street. Her name was Michelle and she was in her early 40's and not very attractive but she always wore the tightest of jeans. One day I was working out in my garden when she came over and asked if I would cut her grass. Naturally I said yes and thought little of the situation. After I trimmed the grass in her yard, she invited me into the house for payment. She smiled as she handed me a glass of Coke which I drank but after a while I felt very dizzy and I soon passed out. When I woke up I found myself tied to Michelle's bed.
Michelle laughed evilly. "I have seen you perving at the street, now you are gonna get your payment!"
She stood on the bed and slowly lowered her ass onto my face. She wore very, very tight blue jeans and my nose slowly burrowed into her ass.
"Breathe through your nose, slave!" She commanded.
I did as I was told.
"Here comes your payment, slave," she said, laughing.
She blasted a hot fart right up my nose. It felt horrible but Michelle's ass in those jeans was just such an amazing sight so I started inhaling her gas.
"This is just the beginning, slave. From this day forth you will be my seat slave," she said in a very dominating voice.
Michelle then untied me and told me to go downstairs and put my head on her chair with my face up. I complied with the order. I remained there, on the chair, for a little while until finally Michelle's friend Tracy arrived. Tracy is blonde and is 39 years old. She isn't gorgeous but today she had just returned from riding at the ranch and was wearing her very tight, very sexy jodhpurs, cream in color. I could easily see her knickers underneath. She walked into the house and saw my face on the chair.
She laughed. "Is this the seat slave you told me about?"
Michelle said with a wide smile on her face, "Oh yes, take a seat on it. Try it out."
Tracy approached me and sat full weight on my face. Her ass was very sweaty smelling.
"Ooh dear," Tracy said with feigned concern, "I need to fart."
Michelle laughed. "Oh it likes farts, go ahead dear."
Without hesitation, Tracy let out a very loud fart. The smell was awful. It stunk of rotten eggs.
"Breathe it in, slave!" Tracy ordered.
Reluctantly, I took deep breaths of her foul farts. After a while, Tracy took off her jodhpurs and stood there in nothing but her cotton blue knickers.
"I want you to smell more farts, slave," she said, flatly, as if this was a normal and everyday thing.
She quickly sat back down on my face, in just her knickers. Soon fart after fart washed over my face and still I worked to inhaled them all in. The smell was like eggs, cabbage, and smelly cheese. Horrible smells to most but I was so turned on by it.
After 2 hours or more of this torturous fantasy, Michelle told me to leave the house and never come back or next time she would make it worse.