Bossy Girlfriend
by the golden cow

Stan was starting to realize that he was the weaker one in the relationship. He had been living with Lisa for a year now. He was in love with Lisa, there was no doubt about that. She was beautiful. She had gorgeous brown hair and brown eyes, dark skin, a stunning body, and an ass to die for. She was too good for him, he reasoned, that was why he put up with it. There was no way that a woman this sexy would date a guy like Stan unless she could have complete control of their sex life. That must be what it is, that’s why I put up with it, he thought. Their sex life was still very active, it was just that it had become one-sided. He discovered that he was willing to please her as much as she wanted, and yet she would not return the favor. He was becoming very good at eating pussy. Hell he did it so much he better be good at it. He enjoyed it too. Well he mostly only enjoyed it because he enjoyed doing anything to please his bossy girlfriend. It was very odd how she controlled him. She didn’t physically dominate him. She just had him hypnotized. He couldn’t resist her. She didn’t even have to ask anymore, she could communicate what she wanted just by looking at him. A simple nod and he would be on his knees lapping away at her crotch. She loved every minute of it. Yet when Stan was finished and he would ask her to return the favor, she would brush him off casually.
“Oh honey, not tonight, I’m really tired, some other time kay?”
What could he do? It made him feel so awful to disappoint her, but it had been over a month since they had sex. It had been even longer since she had given him a blowjob. Stan couldn’t even remember the last time she agreed to do that. Well I just have to do what she wants, Stan thought, at least I get to eat great pussy ever night and I don’t want to lose that.
One night, Stan decided to test her. It began like every other night, Lisa crawled into bed wearing just her sexy white underwear. They cuddled up close and laid there for awhile. This time, however, Stan did not go down on her. He made up his mind to wait. He wanted to see if she would make her move first. But no, that did not work.
“Baby, what are you doing?” Lisa asked.
“uhh, what do you mean?” Stan replied.
“Why aren’t you going down on me?” she said.
That phrase stung him hard. He couldn’t bear hearing that tone of voice in his girlfriend.
“Umm, will you go down on me when I’m done?” he asked meekly. He was scared to death at what she would say next. She didn’t say anything at first. She just stared at him. She seemed to be waiting for him to apologize for such a bold statement.
Finally she spoke “it doesn’t matter what I do afterward, I want you to lick my pussy.”
She said it very calmly. Her words weren’t menacing, but the conviction in her tone frightened him.
“But I eat you out every night and you haven’t satisfied me in a long time.” he said daringly. Again, she took her time responding, thinking over how to respond to his question.
“Sweetie, you’re right, I don’t satisfy you, and you do eat me out every night, sometimes more depending on how much I want it, but here’s the thing. I own you. You are my personal sex slave. I won’t have sex with you unless I feel like it and I won’t be giving you anymore blowjobs. You should feel privileged that I even let you lick my pussy. So if you want any action you can just go in the bathroom and jack off cuz I won’t be helping you out.” And she rolled away from him.
Stan laid there shocked and hurt. He knew he had upset her. He started to apologize and say that he will go down her anytime she wants to.
“No I don’t think you deserve it.” She snapped.
His heart sunk.
“No please, I’m sorry, please let me lick your pussy, I love licking your pussy, I will do anything you ask, please!”
She looked him in the eye. “okay go ahead, but you better do a damn good job this time.”
He sunk his head down and began pulling her panties off. She was right. She was the boss of the relationship. She had complete control over him. Her own personal slave. He put his lips on her swampy vagina and began licking. She wrapped her thighs around his head and squeezed. She liked to do this a lot. Something about showing her power and control over him. Something different happened this time though. Something that she had not done before.
“Pfffffrrrrrttttt” She farted. Not a pussy fart. A real fart. He looked up at her as she looked down at him.
“Keep licking” she snickered, almost mad that he even hesitated. And he did keep licking. But it stunk real bad. Why did she do that? She had never farted in front of him before.
“bbbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapppppppppp” she farted again, really loudly.
“This is your punishment” she said. “I hope it smells good.”
”oh my god” he cried. He tried to pull away but her scissor lock wouldn’t let him. She flipped him over and sat on top of him, making him eat her pussy while the stench filled his nostrils.
“keep eating my pussy damn it, don’t make me fart again!!”
It didn’t matter, she farted one after the other. Where did all this gas come from, he thought. It was rancid. He couldn’t believe that such a beautiful girl could produce such stinkiness. He tried to yell but he was muffled by her butt cheeks. He frantically licked trying to get her off to see if she would stop.
“I won’t let you up til you make me cum!” she yelled at him. Stan was desperate, he couldn’t breathe. He was afraid that he might suffocate if she didn’t get off of him quickly. Her farts smelled horrible. They were so thick. Like a big brown cloud of fumes covering his face. It was scary. Finally she rolled off of him after she had been satisfied thoroughly. Stan gasped trying to regain his breath.
“Did you enjoy that?” She asked.
“That was horrible! I thought I was gonna die.” He cried.
She just laughed.
“Well I think you learned your lesson. But just in case you didn’t let this be your last reminder” And with that she got up, blew one more stinker right in his mouth and left the room.