Life Under Denise: Part 1
Author: Wolfman Sid
It all started when I was 15.
I used to stay at my sister's house, Denise, as her husband worked away a lot and she liked me helping her around the house especially as she has a 2 year old baby to look after.
In the evening, when Denise would relax watching TV and stuff she would sit next to me and out of nowhere she would fart and just laugh. After a while I started to enjoy this and on one momentous day, she did a fart on the chair and got up to go make a drink. As soon as she left the room I put my face on the chair and inhaled where she had just farted. I must have totally got carried away as my sister stood there arms folded smiling.
"Hmmm," she said, "do I get the feeling you enjoyed the smells from my bottom, Paul?" Denise asked.
"Erm, no...I mean...I was just..."
"Hahahahahha," Denise said, "say no more. If you like the smells from my bottom I am sure we can sort something out. Now lie down on the floor and take your glasses off."
I nervously did I was told.
Denise was wearing a very tight denim skirt and she slowly stood over me. I could see her white knickers. She then lowered her bottom right onto my face.
"Does that feel good, Paul?" Denise laughed.
I could hardly breathe.
After about 10 minutes, Denise said, "I have something for you,"
She then raised her bum and did a loud and lengthy fart on my face.
"I want to feel you inhaling it," Denise ordered.
So I did. It was very sour in smell but not too bad.
She then got of me and said, "Don't worry little bro, more were that came from. Hahahaha."
A day later, Denise phoned me at me parents house asking me to come over and if I would like to spend the night. I said yes, of course.
When I got there, she put my niece to bed and settled down. She was wearing skintight leggings which were so tight you could see her panty line.
"Ok Paul, lie down. Big sis wants to relax while sitting on your face."
"Erm...ok," I said.
She then sat on my face, my nose pressed right into the material of her tight leggings. I could smell her bottom odor which was slightly poopy and sweaty.
After many minutes, Denise laughed and said, "Inhale, Paul."
She then did a real loud fart which went up my nose. I started inhaling it. I could actually feel myself being turned on. After her fart had gone, she stayed sitting on my face.
Anyways, a knock on the door came, it was her neighbor Liz. She was about 24, average build, not very attractive but she was into the gothic look; all black clothes, striped pantyhose, that kind of stuff. Anyway, Liz came in the house and Denise just sat back down on my face as if it was normal to sit on your little brother's face.
Liz just looked in amazement at what she could see.
"Oh my god Denise, you're sitting on your brother's face!"
"Hahahahaha, I know Liz. His face is comfy."
"Is he ok down there?" Liz asked.
"Oh yes, he loves it. Would you like a try?"
"Erm...I can't," Liz stammered
"Why? Denise asked.
"Because it's like...naughty."
"Oh behave," Denise laughed, "Once you've sat down for a while you don't even notice him."
Liz was wearing a very short, black tutu skirt with red and black twicker stripe punk tights and a t-shirt which said 'Guns 'N Roses Rock.'
After about one hour, Denise got off my face and Liz said, "Ok, I will try sitting on his face."
So Liz just stood over me and put her skirt over my face and sat with her pantyhose and knickers on my face. After a while, Liz started to relax.
They smoked ciggies and drank coffee until Liz said, "Ohhh...erm...I need to pass gas, I will get of him."
Denise laughed, "Don't be silly Liz, he's a chair and he likes farts. Do it on his face.
Liz looked shocked but she did laugh and she pressed her bum further down on my face and did a silent fart which I totally inhaled completely.
"Oh my god," Liz said, "I can feel him smelling my farts."
Denise said, "Oh yes, he loves my farts as well."
Underneath Liz, all I could think about was how lucky I was.
This continued on a regular basis. One night, I arrived at Denise's and she and Liz were standing there, all dressed up.
"Oh," I said, "you're going out. Sorry."
Denise said, "No, little bro. You're needed. The babysitters need a seat to sit on."
As I came in the house two girls, who were about 14, stood there giggling in there school uniform.
"This is Allison and Laura, Paul. Ok? See you soon; me and Liz are going out, bye."
I stood there and said, "Ok, what now?"
Laura said, "Well, lie down."
I did, nervously.
Laura then put her grey school skirt over my face and Allison sat on my chest.
"Mmmm, this seat is comfortable. Denise and Liz were right, hehehehe."
After a while, Laura laughed loudly and did a real loud fart on my face.
"Smell, seat slave," she ordered.
I inhaled her fart which smelled of bad eggs. Laura then got of my face. By this time, Allison was practicing her aerobics; she was wearing a pink leotard and striped tight leggings.
"Now, slave, Allison wishes to rest a little."
Allison's ass came onto my face. Her ass smelled bad but I breathed in her odor anyway. Five minutes later, she did a fart which nearly blew me away.
Laura held my head straight so I could not turn away. Her fart smelled so bad; I could not believe girls could make bad smells like this.
Anyway, Denise and Liz came home. She paid the girls, they went home, and Denise ordered me onto the couch so her and Liz could rest. Denise sat on my face, Liz on my stomach.
"Well Paul, I spoke to some friends tonight. You're gonna be hired out as a seat cum fart slave."
I knew by now my life had made a dramatic turn; my life was now not mine but in the hands of my sister, Denise.