The Scent of My Nasty Gas
It was a hot summer day when I decided to stay indoors, wrapped in my favorite sweatpants and thong. The thin fabric clung to my sweaty skin, leaving little to the imagination. As I went about my day, sipping iced tea and binge-watching TV shows, I couldn't help but feel the build-up of gases within me.
I noticed him lurking around the corner of my living room, his eyes fixated on my every move. He was new in town, a shy man with an irresistible allure. I knew exactly what he wanted, and I was ready to give it to him.
Without warning, I excused myself to the bathroom. Once inside, I let out a long, loud fart that filled the air. It was a beautiful sound, one that echoed throughout the small space. As I savored the moment, I heard footsteps approaching the door.
"What are you doing?" he asked nervously.
"Just giving myself a little treat," I replied with a wicked grin. "Come in."
He hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open. His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him: his beautiful mistress, standing in the middle of the bathroom, her sweaty body glistening in the light. She turned around slowly, teasing him with the scent of her nasty gas.
"Do you like what you see?" she purred, reaching for a tissue to wipe her ass.
"Yes, ma'am," he stammered, unable to take his eyes off of her.
"Good boy," she said, approvingly. "Now, get on your knees and show me some appreciation for the privilege of being graced by my nasty gas."
He did as he was told, kneeling before her. She placed one hand on his head, the other holding the tissue firmly against her asshole. With the other hand, she reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling his face close to hers.
"Smell it," she commanded. "Fill your nostrils with the sweet, pungent scent of my nasty gas."
He inhaled deeply, his face turning red from embarrassment and arousal. She let out another long, loud fart, this time aimed directly at his face. He coughed and sputtered, trying to keep from gagging on the overwhelming stench.
"That's it," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You better make sure you're a good slave that thanks me for gracing him with my nasty gas, or I might just have to smack that pathetic dick around a bit."
He nodded vigorously, tears of humiliation streaming down his face. She let go of his hair and stood up, giving him a view of her sweatpants-covered ass.
"Now, get on your knees and show me how much you appreciate what I've done for you."
He crawled towards her, his hands shaking as he lifted her sweatpants ever so slightly. She let out another fart, this one shorter but just as pungent. He pressed his face into her ass, taking in the entire scent of her dirty underwear.
"Thank you, mistress," he whispered between gasps for air. "Thank you for your nasty gas."
She smiled, her heart fluttering with the power she held over this man. As he continued to worship her ass, she knew that she had found a new plaything, one who would do anything for the scent of her nasty gas.
