Britney Hunter sat on the edge of her bed, adjusting the tight black leggings that hugged her voluptuous body. She was a stunning BBW blonde, with large breasts and a round ass that seemed to defy gravity. Her personal trainer, Miuk, stood nervously beside her, his eyes fixed on the bulge in Britney's leggings.
The goddess of farts was feeling particularly gassy today, and she wanted her slave to feel every last bit of it. She stood up, causing her leggings to rise up her thighs, revealing the thick rolls of fat on her stomach. Miuk's gaze traveled up to meet hers, and he gulped nervously.
"Today is going to be a special training session, Miuk," Britney purred, her voice low and seductive. "I want you to feel every single one of my farts on your face."
Miuk trembled slightly, but he nodded his understanding. He knew that Britney loved to fart, and she enjoyed making him suffer through it. He had watched countless videos of her on Gf Studios, where she would sit on his face while she farted, or use him as a human ashtray for her cigarettes.
Britney turned around and bent over slightly, presenting her plump ass to Miuk. She stuck out her tongue, inviting him to taste the first fart of the day. Miuk hesitated for a moment before tentatively leaning forward and taking a deep breath. The stench of rotten eggs filled his nostrils as he felt Britney's warm breath on his face.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto Miuk's face, feeling the full weight of her body press against him. His nose was buried in her ass cheeks, and he could feel the firmness of her body as she sat on him. Britney began to grunt and moan, her ass clenching and releasing as she relieved herself onto Miuk's face.
The sensation of her hot farts hitting his skin was both repulsive and arousing to Miuk. He could feel the heat radiating from her ass, and the stench made his eyes water. But he knew that this was what Britney wanted, and he would have to endure it.
After what seemed like an eternity, Britney finally stood up. Miuk coughed and sputtered, trying to clear the fog of farts from his lungs. Britney giggled mischievously, her plump breasts jiggling slightly as she walked towards him.
"How was that, Miuk?" she asked, smirking. "Did you enjoy your little taste of my farts?"
Miuk looked up at her, his eyes brimming with tears. "Yes, mistress," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I will endure anything for you."
And with that, Britney Hunter turned around and walked out of the room, leaving Miuk to clean up the mess she had made on his face. She knew that he would be back tomorrow, eager to please her and take her farts once again. After all, that's what she paid him for.
