Dr. Rosalia Peach settled into her plush leather armchair, her eyes fixed on Cleo, who sat across from her on the other side of the office. Today was their second session of "intensive fart therapy," a unique form of treatment that Dr. Peach had developed over the years.
"So," she began, her voice calm and measured, "tell me how you've been feeling since our last session."
Cleo shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her cheeks flushing slightly as she remembered the intense sensations of Dr. Peach's farts and her weight pressing down on her face. "I've been... better," she finally managed to say. "I think about it a lot less now."
Dr. Peach nodded, her expression neutral. "I'm glad to hear it," she replied, leaning back in her chair. "But I think we both know there's still some work to be done."
With that, Dr. Peach swung her legs off the side of the chair and positioned herself directly in front of Cleo. She reached down between her own legs and pulled her lace underwear to the side, exposing her tight, round ass cheeks to Cleo's sight.
"Now, I want you to do exactly as I say," she instructed, her voice taking on a commanding tone. "When I fart, you're going to take deep breaths of it. And when I sit on your face, you're going to enjoy every moment of it."
Cleo nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She had no idea what was about to happen, but she trusted Dr. Peach implicitly.
Dr. Peach let out a small, soft fart, and Cleo obediently took a deep breath of it. The scent was pungent and rich, filling her nostrils and making her eyes water slightly. Dr. Peach let out another fart, this one much bigger and louder, and Cleo found herself grinning despite the sting in her nose.
And then, with a gentle push, Dr. Peach lowered herself onto Cleo's face, her ass landing squarely on Cleo's nose and mouth. She leaned back, her weight pressing down on Cleo's chest, and let out a long, slow fart that rumbled deep in her gut.
Cleo gasped for air, trying to get a breath between the waves of fart that were hitting her. But she couldn't help but feel a sense of euphoria wash over her as she was being dominated in such an intimate way.
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Cleo felt Dr. Peach's ass shift slightly, and she knew another fart was coming. This time, she was ready for it, and she took a deep breath, relishing in the smell and the sensation of being completely dominated by Dr. Peach's farts.
As the session continued, Cleo found herself becoming more and more aroused by the smell of farts and the feeling of Dr. Peach's ass on her face. She had never experienced anything like this before, but she knew that she was starting to enjoy it more and more with each passing moment.
And when Dr. Peach finally stood up and pulled her underwear back into place, Cleo felt a twinge of sadness that the session was over. But she knew that there would be plenty more opportunities for intensive fart therapy in the future.
