My Sister's Wicked Fart Games
The moment I heard my stepsister's footsteps approaching my room, I knew I was in trouble. She had always been a bit of a bully, but lately, she'd taken it to a whole new level. She'd started playing these sick games with me, and I couldn't seem to figure out how to make them stop.
"I can't believe you're still in bed!" she exclaimed, pushing open the door. "What do you mean you didn't do my homework? That's it, I'm going to train you to be my pathetic little fart bitch." Her voice was cold and cruel, and I could feel my heart racing in fear.
Before I could say anything, she grabbed me by the arm and yanked me out of bed. She was wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a crop top that left little to the imagination, and I couldn't help but feel my cheeks redden at the sight of her perfect figure.
"You're going to learn that if you don't do what I say, you're going to suffer the consequences," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "And what better way to teach you that than with some good old-fashioned fart training?"
Tears started to well up in my eyes as she pushed me down onto the bed and straddled me waist. With a mischievous grin, she began to slowly rub her hand up and down my shaft, teasing me mercilessly. I tried to pull away, but she held me tight, her grip like iron.
Just as I thought I couldn't take anymore, she leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "Close your eyes, and think about the most beautiful fart you've ever heard or smelled." The words sent a shiver down my spine, and I did as she said, trying to block out the image of her plump behind.
The next thing I knew, a warm, wet wind filled the air, and my head was spinning. It was the most disgusting, yet arousing scent I had ever encountered. I couldn't believe it - she was farting on me!
"Did you like that?" she giggled, getting off me and standing up. "Well, get ready for more, because that's all you're going to get until you learn your lesson."
And with that, she continued to torment me, making me cum over and over again to her stinky farts. It was the most humiliating experience of my life, but I couldn't deny the fact that I was addicted to the wicked games she played with me.
