When he walked into the room, she immediately recognized the scent of his morning commute: a pungent mix of sweat, stale tobacco, and the unmistakable tang of his constant flatulence. She had grown accustomed to it over time, but it still made her stomach churn. Nonetheless, she maintained her composure as he approached her, knowing that any sign of discomfort would be met with punishment.
"Would you like me to prepare dinner?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes remained fixed on the floor, avoiding any potential confrontation.
"Not yet," he replied, his tone cold and unyielding. He reached behind him and grabbed a thick leather strap from a nearby hook. "But I think you could use some extra attention before we eat."
Without further instruction, she knew what was expected of her. She sank to her knees, her cheeks flushing red with shame and anticipation. The feel of the cool tile against her knees only served to heighten her senses as she awaited his command.
"Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice commanding obedience. Slowly, she parted her lips, exposing the soft pink flesh of her tongue and the wetness within. The smell of his farts was already beginning to overwhelm her senses, making it difficult to breathe through her nose.
"Relax," he said, his words dripping with mock sympathy. He lowered his pants, revealing the source of the odor. His ass cheeks were puckered in anticipation, ready to release the foulest of gasses at any moment. With practiced precision, he aimed his first fart directly into her wide-open mouth.
The force of the hot wind knocked her back a step, but she didn't move from her knees. Instead, she gagged and choked on the noxious gas, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to breathe. He watched with sadistic glee, enjoying the way she writhed in discomfort beneath him.
"That's it, baby," he growled, each word dripping with contempt. "Take it all in."
And so she did. One by one, he unleashed a torrent of farts into her face and mouth, each one worse than the last. She could feel the warm, putrid air seeping into her lungs, making it difficult to draw any fresh air. Her eyes watered uncontrollably, and yet still she remained on her knees, waiting for his next command.
Finally, he pulled up his pants and turned away from her, his back still to her. She could hear him unzipping his pants again, the sound of his ass cheeks releasing their final gasps of air. And then, without warning, he turned back around, his face a mask of disgust.
"Now," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Eat me out."
Her heart sank as she reached up to do as she was told. This was going to be a long night.
