A Sensual Introduction to Mouth Farts
As soon as he stepped into the dimly lit room, Slave boy's heart began to race. The air was thick with anticipation, and the faint smell of sex and sweat only added to his nervousness. He took a shaky breath, trying not to think about what was about to happen.
"Good, you're here," came a voice from behind him. Before he could turn around, strong hands gripped his shoulders and spun him facing the bed. There she was - his mistress, Olivia Sin. Her body was a work of art, curves in all the right places, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat.
"Now, boy," she purred, her voice like velvet, "I have something special planned for you today." She unbuckled his belt slowly, giving him time to catch his breath. As it clattered to the floor, she motioned for him to get onto the bed.
Slave boy did as he was told, his heart thumping in his chest. Olivia climbed onto the bed behind him, her body pressing against his back. It was an intimate, sensual experience, even before she began to speak.
"Today," she whispered into his ear, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine, "is your first time experiencing mouth farts." Her hand found its way between them, stroking his length gently.
He gasped at the sensation, unable to believe what was happening. Olivia chuckled softly, leaning in to nip at his earlobe. She guided his head towards her crotch, her fingers still dancing over his cock.
"Now," she purred, "you're going to do exactly as I say. You're going to put your mouth over my pussy and wait for me to tell you what to do next." She paused, letting her words sink in, before continuing. "And remember, this is your first time, so I'm going to go easy on you."
Slave boy nodded, his mouth watering at the thought of what was to come. Olivia's fingers moved faster, and he couldn't help but moan as she teased him mercilessly. Finally, she leaned in closer, her hot breath against his ear.
"Now," she whispered, "you may start." Slave boy opened his mouth, positioning it perfectly over his master's pussy. The anticipation was killing him, but he knew he had to wait for her command.
And then it came - a soft, gentle fart, right into his open mouth. Slave boy gagged, his eyes watering as he tried to keep from vomiting. Olivia laughed, a wicked sound that echoed in the room.
"That's it, boy," she purred, her fingers still working their magic. "Swallow my fart like a good little slave." She leaned in, kissing his ear as she spoke. Slave boy closed his eyes, trying to block out the taste and the smell, but he knew there was no escaping what was happening.
With each passing moment, Olivia's farts grew stronger, more potent. Slave boy struggled to keep up, his stomach churning with every taste. But she was relentless, her hands moving faster and faster.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Olivia pulled away, her fingers leaving his cock twitching in the air. She leaned back, watching him with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction.
"Well," she said, her voice still soft but now laced with a hint of menace, "what do you think of your first time mouth farting?" Slave boy looked up at her, his eyes pleading for mercy. "I think you need some practice," she purred, her fingers finding their way back to his cock. "But don't worry, I'll be here to guide you every step of the way."
And so their journey began, an intimate dance of power and submission, punctuated by the sour smell of farts and the sweet taste of lust.
