Sniffing Trans Girl's Farts
Daisy Moon walked confidently towards the locker room, her heart racing with anticipation. She was about to confront the bully who had been tormenting her for months. The locker room doors swung open, and there he was, unaware of what was about to happen.
"Hi, remember me?" Daisy asked, trying to keep her voice steady. The bully looked at her, recognition dawning on his face. "I thought so," she continued. "You know, I have something of yours."
Daisy pulled out a USB stick from her pocket and waved it in front of him. "I have a video of you filming under the skirts of girls at the bus stop," she said, her voice low and menacing. "I think it's time you did what I want."
The bully paled. He knew he was caught. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Daisy smiled. "All I want is for you to taste your own medicine," she replied. "You're going to be bullied. And your first punishment will be sniffing a trans girl's farts."
The bully looked at her, confusion written all over his face. "What?" he asked, incredulous.
"You heard me," Daisy said, her voice hard. "You used to bully girls like me, so now it's time you experienced what it feels like to be on the receiving end." She stepped closer to him, their bodies almost touching. "And when I say 'sniff,' I mean really sniff. Like you're worshipping my ass."
The bully swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "Okay," he managed to say.
Daisy smiled. "Good boy," she said. "Now, let's go find a quiet place where we can enjoy some private time together."
Hand in hand, they walked out of the locker room, their steps echoing through the empty hallways. Daisy led him to an empty classroom, locking the door behind them. She turned around, her eyes bright with excitement. "Kneel down in front of me," she said, her voice commanding.
The bully hesitated for a moment before kneeling down on the cold floor, his heart pounding in his chest. Daisy stood over him, her expression one of pure dominance. She reached down, undoing her pants and pulling them down to her ankles.
"Take a good whiff," she said, spreading her cheeks apart. The bully leaned forward, his face inches away from her exposed hole. He inhaled deeply, the smell of her ass filling his nostrils.
"That's a good start," Daisy said, her voice growing soft. "Now, why don't you take off those pants and show me how much you like the taste of trans girl farts?"
The bully hesitated, but only for a moment. He knew he had no choice. He slowly unbuckled his belt, lowering his pants to his ankles. His cock sprang free, already hard with anticipation.
Daisy smiled. "Perfect," she said, reaching out to stroke his cock. She knelt down next to him, their faces level. "Now, let's see if you're good at taking orders." She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear. "Suck my balls," she whispered.
The bully's eyes widened, but he did as he was told. He opened his mouth, taking Daisy's soft, feminine balls into his mouth, tasting the musk of her arousal.
"That's a good boy," Daisy said, her voice full of pleasure. She leaned back, spreading her legs wider. "Now, taste my fart."
The bully hesitated for a moment before leaning forward, his face close to Daisy's ass. He inhaled deeply, the smell of her fart filling his nostrils. His tongue darted out, tasting the sourness of her release.
"Mmm," Daisy moaned, her head rolling back in pleasure. "That's it. You're such a good fart sniffer."
The bully continued to taste her farts, his face buried between her legs. He could feel her warmth on his face, the softness of her skin against his lips. He was losing himself in the sensation, the taste of her ass filling his mouth.
Daisy reached down, grabbing his hair roughly. She pulled his face up, their eyes meeting. "Tell me how much you like the taste of trans girl farts," she said, her voice low and threatening.
The bully hesitated for a moment before mumbling, "I like the taste of trans girl farts."
Daisy smiled. "Good boy," she said, patting him on the head like a loyal dog. "Now, keep sniffing and tasting. And remember, you're my fart sniffer now."
The bully continued to taste Daisy's farts, his face buried between her legs. He could hear her moaning in pleasure, feeling her hot breath on his face. He knew he was powerless against her, but he couldn't help but obey.
As the minutes turned into hours, the bully lost track of time. All he could think about was the taste of Daisy's ass, the smell of her farts filling his nostrils. He was lost in a world of submission, of serving the pleasure of a trans girl.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Daisy pulled him away. She stood up, pulling her pants back up. "That's enough for now," she said, her voice cold and distant.
The bully looked up at her, confusion written all over his face. He knew he had crossed a line, but he couldn't help but feel drawn to the power and pleasure that Daisy had given him.
Daisy walked towards the door, unlocking it. "Remember," she said, turning around to face him one last time. "You're my fart sniffer now. And if you ever disobey me again, I'll make sure everyone knows what kind of pervert you really are."
With that, Daisy walked out of the classroom, leaving the bully alone with his thoughts and desires. He knew he had been humiliated, but he also knew that he couldn't deny the thrill he had felt serving Daisy's every whim.
As he walked home, he couldn't help but wonder what other kinds of punishments and pleasures were in store for him as Daisy's fart sniffer.
