By: FacesittingStoriess
I lay there on the creaky bed in this dimly lit motel room, my wrists and ankles bound tight to the posts with those rough ropes Chloe had pulled out of nowhere. My heart pounded like a drum in my chest, sweat already beading on my forehead. I'd never done anything like this before—hell, I'd never even kissed a girl properly. Chloe, this big, thick country girl my buddy set me up with, grinned down at me like she owned the world. Her curves spilled out everywhere, that massive ass hugged by those shiny black spandex shorts, damp with sweat from the humid night air. She climbed over me, her thighs like tree trunks straddling my chest first, then sliding up until her crotch hovered right above my face. The scent hit me immediately—musky, tangy, all woman and sweat mixed together. I was rock hard under my jeans, thinking this was it, my big break with a hot girl who actually wanted me. 'Look at you, little virgin Jack,' Chloe laughed, her voice thick with that southern drawl, low and mocking. She shifted forward, planting her sweaty shorts right on my nose and mouth, grinding down slow. The fabric stretched tight over her fat pussy lips, and I could feel the heat radiating through it, her ass cheeks smothering my cheeks. I gasped, trying to breathe, but all I got was her smell—salty sweat and a hint of something earthier. My cock throbbed painfully against my zipper, but she wasn't touching it. Instead, her hand snaked down between my legs, grabbing my balls through the denim. She squeezed hard, her fingers digging in like vices. Pain shot up my gut, making me yelp into her crotch. 'Sniff it, boy. Sniff my sweaty pussy like the pathetic loser you are.' I bucked my hips, but the ropes held me fast. Another squeeze, harder, twisting my nuts until tears pricked my eyes. I inhaled deep, the humid musk filling my lungs, her spandex grinding wetter against my face. It was humiliating, degrading, but fuck, it made my dick leak pre-cum into my boxers. She laughed again, louder, her big body shaking above me. 'That's right, breathe me in. You thought you'd get to fuck this? Nah, you're just my seat.' Her palm came down next—smack—right on my balls, the impact jolting through me like electricity. I screamed into her ass, the sound muffled by her thick cheeks. She hit again, harder, each slap making my sack swell and ache. 'Deeper breaths, Jack. Or I'll crush these little virgin balls for good.' I obeyed, nose buried in the seam of her shorts, sniffing the sharp tang of her sweat-soaked crotch. My face burned with shame, but my body betrayed me, hips twitching uselessly. She rocked back and forth, her huge ass cheeks clapping softly against my forehead, forcing my tongue to press against the fabric. I could taste her through it—salty, bitter, intoxicating. 'Please, Chloe,' I mumbled, voice cracking as she squeezed my balls again, rolling them in her fist. 'What? Beg louder, you worthless shit.' She slapped my nuts once more, the pain exploding white-hot. 'Please... let me... I don't know... I'll do anything.' She cackled, grinding her pussy harder on my mouth, the spandex now slick with my spit and her sweat. 'Anything? You're already my bitch. Say it—say you're my fart-sniffing slave.' Humiliation flooded me, cheeks flaming under her weight, but the ache in my balls and the throb in my cock pushed the words out. 'I'm... I'm your fart-sniffing slave, Chloe.' She moaned, pleased, her hand easing off just enough to let me breathe her scent freely. Suddenly, she lifted slightly, her ass hovering an inch above my nose. A low rumble built in her gut—I heard it, felt the vibration through her thighs. Then it came: a hot, wet fart blasted right onto my face, the spandex trapping it against my skin. The smell hit like a punch—rotten eggs and greasy meat from whatever she'd eaten earlier, thick and pungent, filling my nostrils. I gagged, choking on the foul gas, but she slammed back down, sealing it in. 'Sniff it all up, Jack. Every bit of my stinky fart. That's what virgins like you are for.' She squeezed my balls again, forcing me to inhale deep. The burn in my lungs mixed with the nausea, but goddamn, it twisted something deep inside me—submission, total control. I sniffed harder, the acrid stench coating my throat, making my eyes water. She farted again, longer this time, a sputtering burst that soaked her shorts even more. 'Good boy, gag on it. Taste my ass air.' I retched, but my tongue darted out involuntarily, licking the damp fabric, the bitter tang exploding on my taste buds. Her laughter echoed in my ears as she rocked, another fart bubbling out, hot and endless. My cock strained, untouched, pre-cum soaking through. She hit my balls lightly now, teasing, keeping me on edge. 'You love this, don't you? Smelling my farts, tied up like a dog.' I nodded into her ass, whispering yes between gags, completely broken. The room spun with her scent, her weight, her power—I was hers, overwhelmed, balls throbbing, nose burning, craving whatever cruel twist she'd throw next.