The Perfect Pair: A Fart JOI Story in Purple Shorts
You are lying on the bed, your eyes fixed on the screen of your laptop. A mesmerizing figure fills the frame - a busty, curvaceous woman clad in tight purple shorts that hug her plump thighs and round ass cheeks. She's wearing a black latex top that barely contains her ample bosom, and her face is obscured by a black, full-head mask that only accentuates her domineering presence.
"Hello, slave," she purrs, her voice deep and husky. "Are you ready to worship my stink?"
Your heart races as you nod eagerly, unable to tear your eyes away from her voluptuous form. She chuckles darkly, her ample cleavage quivering slightly.
"Good," she says, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "Because you're going to need all your concentration for this."
As she speaks, she starts to shift her weight, her thick thighs rubbing against each other in a way that's both enticing and intimidating. You can't help but feel your cock twitch in anticipation.
"These shorts are special," she continues, running a hand along the fabric. "They've been designed to hold in all my farts, so when I let one rip... well, you're going to get a treat."
Her hand moves between her legs, and she gives a soft grunt. A moment later, a soft, muffled fart echoes through the room. Your eyes widen as you realize what she's doing - she's farting into the fabric of her shorts, trapping the scent inside for your pleasure.
"Now," she says, leaning closer to the camera. "You're going to edge yourself until I tell you to stop. And every time you hear a fart, you're going to stroke a little harder, breathe a little deeper, and beg for more."
The room fills with the heady scent of her farts, and you can't help but moan as you start to touch yourself. Each time a new wave of her scent washes over you, you feel your cock pulse with desire.
"That's it, slave," she purred. "You're doing so well."
Her hand moves between her legs again, and this time, the fart is louder, fuller. You can't help but imagine what it would be like to feel the hot wind of her fart against your face. You edge yourself closer to the brink, your fingers moving faster on your cock as you beg for more.
"Please, Mistress," you moan. "Let me taste your stink."
She laughs, the sound low and wicked.
"Not yet, slave," she says. "You're not ready for that."
Your cock throbs in anticipation as you wait for her next command. You can feel the tension building inside you, like a coil wound too tight. And then she speaks again, her voice low and seductive.
"Show me how much you want it," she says. "Fuck yourself on your cock, slave. And think about my stink."
With trembling hands, you obey, sliding your cock deep into your tight ass. The sensation is exquisite, but it's not enough. You need more of her scent, her stink. You can almost feel it calling to you, pulling you closer.
"Please, Mistress," you beg. "Let me taste your farts."
She chuckles darkly, her fingers playing with the hem of her top. "Not yet," she says, her voice a low growl. "But soon."
Time seems to stand still as you fuck yourself on your cock, your mind filled with thoughts of her stink. And then, without warning, she stands up, her thick thighs spreading apart to reveal her plump ass cheeks.
"Here it comes, slave," she says, giving a loud, wet fart into the air.
The scent hits you like a wave, and you can't help but moan. You stroke your cock faster, harder, begging for more of her stink. And then, she surprises you by leaning forward, her plump ass cheeks hovering just above your face.
"Taste it, slave," she says, her voice low and demanding.
Without hesitation, you open your mouth, ready to taste the sweet, sour, and musky flavor of her farts. As her ass cheeks descend onto your face, you can feel the hot wind of her fart wash over you, filling your mouth with her scent.
"Oh fuck, yes," you moan, your tongue exploring every inch of her scent. "I want more."
She chuckles darkly, her ass cheeks quivering against your face. "You'll get more, slave," she promises. "But only if you're obedient."
And so, you continue to worship her stink, delighting in the power she holds over you. Each fart is a gift, a reminder of her dominance and your submission. As the tension builds inside you once again, you prepare for her final command.
"Are you ready to explode, slave?" she asks, her voice low and menacing.
You nod eagerly, your cock pulsing with desire. "Yes, Mistress," you moan. "I'm ready."
And with that, she leaned forward, pressing her ass cheeks against your face one last time. A moment later, she pulled away, leaving you alone with her scent and your own intense orgasm.
"Good boy," she purred, leaning back against the headboard. "Now go clean yourself up."
You nod, your mind still spinning from the intensity of your experience. As you stand up and turn away from her, you can't help but wonder when you'll get to worship her stink again.
