The Perverse Breath of Anitta
Title: The Perverse Breath of Anitta
Author: Penelope Clip Store
Anita Perverse stood tall before her slave, her tight jeans clinging to her round ass and thighs. She watched as the slave's eyes widened in anticipation of what was to come. This was the moment they had been waiting for, the moment when Anita would release her super long farts into the unsuspecting nose of her devoted follower.
The room was silent except for the heavy breathing of both woman and man. Anita took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment before she unleashed her fetid breath upon him. With a gentle exhale, she released the first fart into his face.
It was a long, slow one that seemed to linger in the air between them. The slave inhaled deeply, taking in all of the rich, pungent scent that Anita's body had to offer. His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt himself growing aroused by her foul breath.
Anita watched him closely, enjoying thelook of bliss on his face as he bathed in her stinky exhalations. She knew that this was what he lived for, to be so close to her and to experience her most intimate emissions.
She let out another long, slow fart, this one even more potent than the last. The slave moaned in pleasure as he continued to breathe in her fetid air. His cock had grown hard in his pants, straining against the fabric.
Anita smiled, knowing that she had complete control over him with just her farts. She released one after another, each one longer and stronger than the last. The slave's head rolled from side to side as he struggled to breathe through the thick cloud of gas that now surrounded them.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Anita decided to end the ordeal. She turned away from her slave, her tight ass cheeks glistening with anticipation. She let out one final, earth-shattering fart that shook the room.
The slave felt the warm rush of gas hit him in the face, causing him to gag reflexively. But even in that moment, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for his mistress. She was truly unique, able to reduce him to a quivering mess with nothing more than her perverse breath.
As the gas cleared, Anita turned back to see the slave's eyes filled with tears. She smirked, knowing that she had broken him once again. She walked over to him, reaching down to caress his cheek.
"There, there," she cooed, her voice almost gentle. "Don't cry. You know you love it."
The slave nodded, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. He looked up at Anita, his eyes filled with adoration and devotion. "I do, mistress. I love everything about you."
And with that, Anita Perverse leaned down, her lips mere inches from his ear. "Just remember," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "This is only the beginning."
The Perverse Breath of Anitta - A Fetish Fantasy Erotic Short Story
