"Big Butts of Sweetheart Dreams"
Alan lay on the cold, hard floor, face down, ass in the air, as he had been instructed. His eyes were closed, but he could feel the warmth of the room and the presence of the two Brazilian goddesses who were about to humiliate him. Bella Crue and Rosalia Peach, two stunning women with voluptuous bodies and big, round butts, were standing over him, their scent of exotic fruits and sweat filling his nostrils.
He heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down and then the whispering of their voices as they prepared to carry out their plan. A cool sensation washed over his backside as they lubricated it with some kind of oil, making his skin tingle and his heart race with anticipation.
"You insolent slave who's been breathing too much air," Bella sneered, her words dripping with venom. "Now you're going to breath out thundering, stinky farts."
Rosalia giggled, a deep, husky laugh that made Alan's cock twitch in his pants. "Oh yes, Al, let's see what you've got."
Without further ado, they began to slap his ass cheeks, hard and rhythmically. The sound echoed through the room, adding to the tension that was building inside him. He felt their warm breath on his skin, heard the rustling of their clothes as they moved closer to him.
And then it happened. The first fart escaped his lips, a small one, but stinky enough to make them both chuckle. Bella pinched his nipple, making him groan, as Rosalia placed one hand on each of his cheeks and murmured, "That's a good boy, keep them coming."
The next few farts were bigger and louder, causing the entire room to vibrate with each expulsion. They were loud and proud, filling the air with their pungent aroma. Bella and Rosalia seemed to enjoy every second of it, their eyes sparkling with mischief as they watched Alan's ass gyrate in mid-air.
Finally, they stepped back, still chuckling, and nodded to each other. "Perfect," Bella declared, walking over to a table where a large bowl sat. "Now let's see if you can fit all of those inside this bowl."
Alan didn't know whether to be relieved or terrified at this new challenge, but he knew he had no choice but to comply. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with as much air as he could, and held it for as long as he could stand. And then he let it out, a massive, thunderous fart that shook the room and caused the bowl to wobble.
The women watched in amazement as fart after fart filled the bowl, each one bigger and more pungent than the last. They clapped and cheered, praising his efforts and encouraging him to keep going. By the end, the bowl was overflowing with the stinky cloud of gas that had been released from Alan's ass.
"Well done, slave," Bella said, patting him on the back. "You've been a good farting machine today."
Rosalia joined her, their bodies pressed against his back, their warm breath tickling his neck. "Yes, Al, you've pleased us well. Now get up and go clean yourself. We'll be in touch soon for more of your delicious farts."
As he stood up and walked towards the shower, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. He had never imagined that something so shameful and humiliating could feel so good. And he knew that he would do it all again, whenever these two beautiful women asked him to.
