A Sisterly Encounter
Author: Wolfman Sid
It all started with my facesitting and fart fetish. I always wanted my sister, Denise, to fart on my face but knew it would never happen. Anyways, Denise's mate, Liz, was a Goth kind of girl and I really wanted her to sit on my face by was too scared to say anything. Anyhow, I knew Liz was always short of money and her wearing them skintight purple leggings was so much of a turn on. I decide to write her an anonymous letter asking if she would consider sitting on my face for money; I offered $46 and gave her the number of a call box and to call at 9 pm.
Anyways, 9 pm came and I walked past the phone box. I saw Liz sitting in her car. She had found out which call box I gave her the number for. Slightly scared, I walked past and never looked back. Damn plan, foiled, I thought but an hour later I got a phone call from Liz.
"Hi Paul, it's me, Liz."
"Yer," I said, "Who is Liz?"
She said, "Have I got the right person?"
I said, "What do you mean?"
"Look, Paul," Liz said. "Stop playing games. I know it was you who wrote that letter. If you want me to sit on your face I want $80; take it or leave it."
"Erm...okay; but will you wear skintight purple leggings then?"
"Yes," she said. "Come round tomorrow night at 7:30 pm and I will sit on your face all night, okay?"
"Damn! Yes, Liz, please. I want you to do it; force my face in your ass."
She laughed and hung up.
The next day went so slow but I arrive at Liz's house. I nervously rang the bell. Liz came to the door in her purple leggings.
"Hi, come in."
Liz pointed to the cushions on the floor.
"That's where you're gonna lie, okay?"
"Yez, Liz."
"Nooooo!" Liz snapped. "It's Princess Liz to you."
"Okay; yes, Princess Liz."
I lied down and took my glasses off. Liz stood totally above my face; I could see her panty line under her skintight leggings. Slowly, she squatted above my face, then sat full down. My face was pressed between her ass cheeks.
"Now," Liz said, "Let's make myself comfortable; my favorite show's on and I have a surprise for you later, slave." She giggled.
My nose was buried in her bottom.
"Sniff, slave dog!"
I did with great greed; her bum smelled sweaty but I loved it.
"Ohhhhhh, slave dog! Princess Liz has a gift for you; do you want your gift, slave?"
"Yes, Princess," I said.
And Liz did a loud fart which rushed up my nostrils.
"Fucking smell, dog; you're a fucking worthless slave dog! Now inhale all my fart!"
I was so dizzy. I was inhaling it all in; it felt so good smelling Liz's farts.
"Hmmmmm, did you like that, slave dog?"
"Yes, Princess Liz," I said.
The, the doorbell rang.
"Hmmm, my surprise for you; let me go see who that is."
She got up.
I was shocked when I was my sister Denise walking into Liz's front room; she wore knee high black boots and skintight black leggings.
Denise laughed, "Look at your face, little bro. Liz told me about what you wanted her to do; you're a dirty little pervert, ain't you Paul?"
"Yes, Denise." I said.
"Well, Liz, get on with your facesitting."
Liz, then, sat back down on my face.
"Here comes a nice, stinky, slave dog."
Her fart smelled like peanut butter.
Denise was laughing so much.
"Fucking sniff that fart, slave dog!" I was being urged by my sister to inhale Liz's farts.
All her fart was deeply inhaled. Liz got up and Denise ordered me to my knees.
She said, "Lick my boots, dog!"
"Yes, Denise."
"It's fucking Mistress Denise," she said, slapping my face.
I licked and worshipped.
Then, she said, "Put your face in my bum, slave."
I did as I was told.
Denise said, "Smell it all up, slave. Here it comes."
And Denise did such a loud fart which smelled awful but I knew I had to inhale it all. Denise then pushed me down to the floor, pulled her leggings down , and stood in her cotton knickers.
"Now, slave, I am gonna fart up your nose in my knickers."
She sat full on my face; my nose buried in my own sister's ass. It smelled really sweaty.
"Deep breaths, slave dog."
I did as I was told.
"Deep breaths please. Dogs smell bums so smell!"
I was so turned on by my sister's abuse.
"Right; dog, smell!"
Mistress Denise farts a low tone fart.
I inhaled with total pleasure. Liz was laughing at my abuse.
Denise stood up after thirty or so minutes. Then, Liz took her place, back sitting on my face. Denise and Liz chattered for a while; meanwhile I inhaled Princess Liz's farts.
Liz stood up and now Denise, wearing her black leggings again, wanted to sit back down on me. My nose was pressed into the tight Lycra material.
"You love big sis sitting on your face, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Well, me and Liz have decide you're going to be our faceseat and fart cushion. Also, your nieces will be abusing your ugly face as well. One week, Liz will own you; then, the following week, I will own you. The other girls are looking forward to use your face as a fart seat; especially Jodie, her farts stink bad, Denise laughed.
Anyways, for the rest of the night, my face was used by Mistress Denise and Princess Liz; my face was now owned by my sister and Liz.