It was another cloudy day in the bustling city of Long Toe Sally, and Mistress Stormy was feeling quite pleased with herself. She had just successfully farted on the new dork replacement, and to her delight, she caught sight of his step-bro spying on them. Oh, this was going to be a sweet double dork domination.
Smirking, Mistress Stormy turned her attention back to the poor replacement dork who was still reeling from her powerful fart. He was such a little jackass, always trying to impress his step-brother, who was always so jealous and competitive with him. Well, today they were both going to get a taste of their own medicine.
With a wicked gleam in her eye, Mistress Stormy motioned for the step-brother to join them. Reluctantly, he approached, his eyes darting between her and the replacement dork, who was now looking increasingly nervous.
"Now, boys," Mistress Stormy purred, "it seems that you both have a bit of a competition going on, isn't that right?" She leaned in close, her breath tickling their ears as she whispered, "I think it's time I teach you both a lesson about who's really in charge here."
Slowly, Mistress Stormy pulled out a can of oil from her bag and began to apply it liberally to her hands. The replacement dork's eyes widened in horror as he realized what was coming next. As for the step-brother, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and dread at the prospect of sharing this experience with his rival.
With a firm grip, Mistress Stormy grasped the waists of both dorks and began to slide their jeans down, revealing their tight black asses glistening with the oil. She chuckled to herself, enjoying the sight of their pale white cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "Now, who wants to go first?" she asked, her voice filled with mock sweetness.
Neither boy replied, their mouths hanging open in shock. Mistress Stormy grinned, and then leaned in close to the replacement dork's ear. "Don't worry, sweetheart," she whispered, running her tongue along his earlobe. "I'll make sure your ass is just as shiny as his."
And with that, she began to fart on the replacement dork, her gas filling his tight little ass cheeks with a warm, uncomfortable pressure. The step-brother watched in horror as his rival's ass began to jiggle and wiggle with each powerful fart. "Mmmm," Mistress Stormy moaned, her hand rubbing slow circles over the replacement dork's round, meaty butt. "That's what I call a real dork ass."
As the farting continued, the step-brother couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal in his crotch. He watched, mesmerized, as his rival's ass bounced up and down with each fart, the gas making it rise and fall like a living, breathing thing. And then, just when he thought things couldn't get any more surreal, he felt Mistress Stormy's hand slide down between his legs, her fingers finding their way into his tight, wet underwear.
"Oh, my," she purred, her fingers brushing against his cock. "It seems that watching your rival's ass being farted on has quite an effect on you, doesn't it?" She squeezed his hardening cock through his underwear, and he let out a soft moan. "Don't worry," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "I'll make sure you both enjoy this little lesson."
And with that, she began farting on the step-brother as well, her gas filling both of their asses with warm, uncomfortable pressure. The dorks squirmed and moaned in unison, their asses jiggling and wiggling with each powerful fart. Mistress Stormy watched them with a cruel smile, enjoying the sight of their once-proud asses now covered in oil and ass-flavored gas.
As the farting continued, the two boys began to realize that they were falling into a deep arousal, their asses aching for more of Mistress Stormy's gas. It was a strange, sickening feeling, but they couldn't deny the heat building up inside them. They looked at each other, their eyes meeting for the first time since their childhood rivalry began.
"I guess we really are dorks," the replacement dork whispered, his voice shaky with emotion.
"Yeah," the step-brother replied, his voice just as unsteady. "But at least we're fucking dorks together."
And with that, the two boys gave in to their desires, moaning and squirming as Mistress Stormy continued to fart on them, her gas filling their asses with warmth and making their cocks throb with need. It was a double dork domination that neither of them would ever forget.
