Chastity's Fart Slave Serves His Mistress
Chastity Lynn was a renowned pornstar, known for her stunning beauty and seductive charms. But tonight, she was in a predicament. She had a hot date with one of her favorite bulls, and she was feeling unusually gassy and bloated. The culprit? A delicious meal of cauliflower and beans that had left her burping and farting all evening.
Enter her loyal fart slave, a man who had willingly signed a contract to serve his mistress's every whim. He was weak, pathetic, and willing to do anything for a chance to be near her. His duties were clear: he was to suck the farts out of her asshole, no matter how disgusting they might be.
As Chastity lay on the bed, her ass pointed skyward in invitation, she commanded her slave to get to work. The smell of cauliflower farts filled the room like a putrid fog, making both of them gag slightly. But the slave was determined to prove his worth.
He pressed his mouth to her butthole, wincing at the first wave of nausea that hit him. He could feel the hot, putrid air pushing against his face, threatening to make him pass out. But he steeled himself and began to suck, hard.
With each forceful breath, he tried to draw the foul gases from her ass, pushing them back down her throat. His tongue flicked against her anus, tasting the bitter mixture of farts and sweat. He could feel her body shuddering beneath him, her muscles tensing as she fought off waves of pleasure/disgust.
"Good boy," she groaned, her voice hoarse from the effort. "You're doing such a good job."
The words were like honey to his ears, fueling his determination to keep going. He knew that this was his only chance to please her, to earn her approval. So he continued, sucking and licking and pushing until the last bit of gas was gone.
Finally, Chastity sat up, wiping away a bead of sweat from her forehead. She looked down at her fart slave, a small smile playing on her lips.
"That was... incredible," she said, her voice still shaky. "Now I can go get properly plowed by a real man."
And with that, she stood up and headed for the door, leaving her fart slave on the floor, spent but satisfied. He watched her go, already anticipating the next time she'd call on him to serve her, no matter how disgusting the task might be. After all, he was Chastity's fart slave, and he'd signed up for life.
