A Night of Assaultive Pleasure
Melissa sat nervously on her bed, her heart pounding with anticipation. She knew what was about to happen; she had signed up for it, willingly. But still, the thought of being the target of Megan's farts made her stomach churn with nervousness.
The door opened, and in stepped Megan, her massive butt leading the way. Melissa's eyes widened as she took in the sight of her mistress's enormous, jiggling cheeks. Megan wore a skin-tight black leotard that hugged every curve and bulge of her body, making her look like some kind of goddess of smelly winds.
"Are you ready, slave?" Megan's voice boomed around the room, echoing off the walls.
Melissa swallowed hard and nodded, her mouth suddenly dry. Megan stepped closer, her face looming over Melissa's, and without warning, she let loose a thunderous fart that shook the room. The stench was overpowering, and Melissa could feel the warmth of the fart wash over her face.
"That's just a taste of what's to come," Megan chuckled, her breath reeking of rotten eggs. She turned her back on Melissa and lowered her leggings, revealing her massive, hairy ass crack. The smell intensified as Megan positioned herself over Melissa's face, her farts billowing out in waves.
Melissa struggled to breathe through the onslaught of fumes, her eyes watering and her nose burning. She tried to shrink away, but Megan's grip on her hair kept her in place. The experience was both terrifying and exhilarating; she had never felt so powerless or so alive at the same time.
As the night wore on, Megan took pleasure in tormenting Melissa with her farts. She would tease her, holding them in for minutes at a time before unleashing a torrent of hot, smelly gas on her helpless slave. Sometimes, she would lean forward and fart directly into Melissa's face, forcing her to taste the bitter tang of the farts.
Despite the humiliation and discomfort, Melissa couldn't help but feel a strange kind of arousal. The smell of Megan's farts was intoxicating, and the way they made her body quiver with pleasure was addictive. She found herself craving more, even as she knew it was wrong.
Finally, as the dawn began to break, Megan released one last blast of farts before collapsing onto the bed next to Melissa. They lay there, panting heavily, their bodies still trembling from the night's events.
Melissa looked up at Megan, feeling a mix of gratitude and awe in her eyes. She knew she had just experienced something truly unique, something that would forever be etched into her memory. And while she might never fully understand the allure of being farted on by a giant ass goddess like Megan, she knew that she would never forget it.
