As I sit on the window seat, my plump rear end pressed against the glass table, I watch as Long Toe Sally, more commonly known as Mistress Stormy, begins her performance for the day. Her large, round buttocks jiggle enticingly with each movement she makes, drawing my gaze in like a bee to honey. She turns towards me, catching my eye and smirking wickedly.
"Ready for another show, darling?" she asks, her voice thick with seduction. I nod eagerly, my heart pounding in anticipation of what's to come. She chuckles softly before leaning forward, her breasts nearly spilling out of her tight corset.
"Good boy," she murmurs, reaching behind her and giving a little squeeze to my already stiff cock. I let out a moan of pleasure at her touch, unable to tear my eyes away from her voluptuous behind. "Now then," she continues, pulling her phone out of her pocket, "let's see if you can handle some jerk off instructions while you enjoy the view."
Her fingers dance across the screen as she types out her commands, then holds the phone up for me to see. The first instruction is simple enough: Watch as I fart on your face. My stomach drops a little at the thought, but I know better than to deny my mistress anything.
As if reading my mind, Mistress Stormy chuckles again and gives my cock a firm squeeze. "That's right, darling," she purred, leaning back against the table once more. "You'll take whatever I give you, won't you?" I nod, unable to speak past the lump in my throat.
Slowly, deliberately, she begins to pass gas, each fart making its way towards my waiting face. With each release, her cheeks wobble cutely and a pleased smile crosses her lips. I watch, transfixed, as the first waft of putrid air reaches my nostrils. It's not the worst I've smelled, but the thought of pleasing her is enough to keep me going.
Mistress Stormy continues to fart on my face for what feels like an eternity, each fart getting stronger and more pungent. My eyes water and my stomach churns, but still, I hold my ground. Finally, she seems satisfied and pulls the phone away, revealing a grimy streak across my cheek.
"Good boy," she says again, patting me on the head. "Now, why don't you finish yourself off while I reward myself with a nice, long bath?" She stands up, her generous rear end jiggling seductively as she makes her way towards the bathroom.
With shaking hands, I pull down my pants and begin stroking my cock, thoughts of Mistress Stormy and her beautiful behind still fresh in my mind. As I come, my eyes closed tightly, I can almost swear I hear the soft gurgling of water from the bathroom.
And so ends another day under the watchful gaze of Mistress Stormy, Long Toe Sally.
