A Christmas Gift from the Goddess of Gross
BlondBlaster, clad in a festive yet revealing red and green ensemble, stood before her obedient cuckold. It was Christmas time, and she had an extra special treat in store for him. Her name might be BlondBlaster, but her true title was the Goddess of Gross - and she loved nothing more than making men squirm in discomfort.
The cuckold stood before her, his eyes wide with anticipation and trepidation. He knew what was coming, and he couldn't help but dread it. But he also knew that he deserved it; after all, he had been trying to compete with BlondBlaster's alpha boyfriend for far too long.
"Tis the season to be very generous," BlondBlaster purred, "and I know how bad you want to fuck me. But you also know that will never happen. Why? Well, I've told you this so many times before: your penis is too small for me. Taking a chance having sex with you would be an awful experience for me."
Her words were like a dagger to his heart, but he forced himself to stay strong. After all, he was a fart slave now - and that meant serving the Goddess of Gross in any way she saw fit.
"Instead," she continued, "I've decided to turn you into a fart slave cuck. You'll take anything you can get with me, and smelling my gassy asshole will be the closest thing you get to my pussy."
With a sly grin, BlondBlaster leaned over and whispered in his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "You're here to make me happy and please me, no matter what," she said, her voice dripping with seduction. "Now, fart slave cuck, bring me your face, and take a deep inhale of my most rotten fart ever."
The cuckold did as he was told, his nose pressing against her tight, wet crack. He could feel her hot breath on his cheek as she let out a long, low grunt. It was the most disgusting thing he had ever smelled, but he couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through his body.
"That's it, fart slave," BlondBlaster said, her voice echoing with pleasure. "Stroke really hard, and try not to cum until my last fart."
The cuckold began to stroke his cock, feeling the familiar ache growing in his balls as he anticipated her next fart. He could feel the heat emanating from her ass, and he knew that any moment now, she would unleash another wave of putrid gas into his face.
And just as he thought he couldn't take anymore, she let out another loud, wet fart. It was even more pungent than the last one, and he felt himself about to cum from the sheer force of it. But he held on, knowing that she would punish him if he released his seed too soon.
Minutes later, after what felt like an eternity, BlondBlaster finally gave him permission to cum. The cuckold erupted, shooting his hot seed all over her thighs and ass. As he collapsed to the ground, exhausted but satisfied, he looked up to see his mistress smiling down at him.
"Well done, my little fart slave," she said, giving him a playful pat on the head. "You may have your reward now."
With that, she lowered herself down onto a nearby chair and pointed to the ground between her legs. The cuckold hesitated for a moment, but then he knew what he had to do. He crawled over to her, his nose still reeling from the stench of her farts, and pressed his face into her crotch once again.
As he took in the warm, moist scent of her pussy, he knew that he was hers, body and soul. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
