The Sultry Yogi and Her Scented Assault
It was a pleasure for me, Bella Cruel, to step into my new apartment. I had just moved into the city, and after a long day of unpacking, I felt like I needed to relax and unwind. I had heard great things about this yoga instructor in my building, so I decided to give him a call.
He came by later that evening, and as he stepped into my apartment, I could sense his excitement. His hands were sweaty as he shook mine, and his eyes were fixated on my body, lingering on every curve. I felt a twinge of arousal myself as he introduced himself and began setting up the yoga mats.
The session started off innocently enough, with him guiding me through various stretches and poses. But as we transitioned to a deeper stretch, I felt a sudden urge to fart. I held it in for as long as I could, but eventually, it began to build up inside me.
My instructor's head was between my legs at that moment, massaging my inner thighs to help me stretch further. Without even thinking, I released the pent-up gas into his face, hoping he wouldn't notice. But to my surprise, he inhaled deeply and let out a moan.
"That smells incredible," he said, his voice shaking with excitement.
I froze for a moment, taken aback by his reaction. But then, I realized that this could be an opportunity to take control of the situation. I decided to use my farts as a way to tease and torment him.
For the rest of the session, I timed my farts perfectly, releasing them right into his face while he was least expecting it. He would frantically try to escape, but I had him pinned down with my legs wrapped around him. Every time he tried to catch his breath, I would release another blast of gas into his nostrils.
By the end of the session, we were both breathless and covered in sweat. But instead of ending the session there, I decided to push things further. I climbed on top of him, trapping his head between my ass cheeks.
"Sniff away," I purred, feeling the weight of his gaze on my ass.
He buried his face between my cheeks, inhaling deeply. I could feel his tongue darting out to taste my ass, and it sent shivers down my spine. I started to rock my hips back and forth, grinding myself against him and teasing him with every fart that escaped my ass.
The whole experience was beyond anything I could have imagined. Not only did it help me release some tension and feel more connected to my body, but it also brought an intense level of intimacy between me and my instructor. I knew that this was something we would both remember for a long time.
As the session came to an end, I climbed off him and gave him one final view of my ass, before letting him leave my apartment. The smell of his cum mixing with my farts lingered in the air, making for an intoxicating scent that I savored long after he was gone.
Looking back on that night, I can't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to explore my body and find pleasure in ways I never thought possible. And while I might not continue down this path, I know that it's something I'll always cherish.
