Ruby's Revenge: A Sweet and Sour Taste of Defeat
You lost another bet stepbrother! now you must swallow my farts as a result of losing to me again. lay down while i start farting in leggings then strip the leggings off to reveal my panties. back to face sitting and farting in your mouth while i mock you for being a fart swallowing loser. now i'm laying on my belly intructing you to get between my thighs, wedge your face into my fat ass and sniff. thats too kind, the panties are like a filter and you deserve gross bare assed farts because you are a fart sniffing loser. i hear someone come home and you are free from any more farts, this time.
As Ruby's stepbrother lay down on the floor, his heart pounding with anticipation and fear, he could only imagine the humiliation that was about to be inflicted upon him. Ruby, his beautiful yet vengeful stepsister, had already won two bets against him today. The first time, she'd made him lick her dirty sneakers clean; the second, he'd had to watch as she ate an entire jar of peanut butter in front of him while he was forbidden from touching any food. Now, it was time for his final punishment.
Ruby strutted over to him, a devilish grin plastered across her face, and placed one foot on top of his chest. She was wearing tight black leggings that hugged her curvy figure perfectly, and as she shifted her weight, he could feel the fabric rub against his bare skin. It was driving him wild with curiosity and anticipation.
"You lost another bet stepbrother!" she taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now you must swallow my farts as a result of losing to me again."
Ruby reached down and began farting into her leggings, her face contorting with pleasure as she heard the satisfying noise fill the room. The smell was strong, but not overwhelming, and he could feel it wafting over him like a hot wind. His cock twitched in his pants, and he tried to hide his arousal from her.
After what felt like an eternity, Ruby finally stopped farting and reached down to remove her leggings. She pulled them off slowly, revealing her soft, smooth thighs and the small pair of pink panties she wore underneath. She smirked at him as she tossed the leggings casually aside, daring him to look away from her exposed flesh.
"Back to face sitting and farting in your mouth while I mock you for being a fart swallowing loser," she said, her voice dripping with disdain.
Ruby straddled his chest once again, her panties-clad ass just inches from his face. She leaned down and began to fart into his waiting mouth, her hips rocking back and forth in rhythm with her flatulence. The smell was overpowering now, and he could feel his stomach churning from the fumes. But he kept swallowing, unable to resist the power she held over him.
"Now I'm laying on my belly instructing you to get between my thighs, wedge your face into my fat ass and sniff," she panted, her breath hot against his cheek. "That's too kind, the panties are like a filter and you deserve gross bare-assed farts because you are a fart sniffing loser."
Ruby giggled to herself, watching as he struggled to fit his face between her plump cheeks. He tried to inhale the scent of her farts, but the panties she wore were indeed a filter, muffling the smell significantly. She grinned wickedly, knowing full well that she was toying with him.
"I hear someone come home," she said suddenly, her voice echoing through the house. "And you are free from any more farts, this time."
Ruby stood up and stretched, her small breasts jiggling playfully in the air. "But don't worry," she added with a wink, "I'll be sure to save up some good ones for next time."
As she walked away, leaving him lying there in a sweaty, fart-filled heap, he couldn't help but feel a twisted mixture of humiliation and arousal. Ruby was truly a master of revenge, and he knew that he would be unable to resist her games in the future. But for now, he would have to content himself with the lingering taste of her farts in his mouth, a bitter-sweet reminder of his defeat.
