Chinese Food and Diet Dr. Pepper
by No Name Girl

Let me tell you what I did to him (my weak but cute boyfriend who I force to smell my farts) last night.

He comes over with the video I asked him to rent (Clueless). While I was waiting for him to come over, I ordered Chinese Food. He got here, and then about 10 minutes later, the Chinese Food did too. He said "Great, what did you order?" I said "Oh, I thought you would eat the same thing I did, OK? (heh heh)" He said that was perfect. I brought him into the bedroom. He said "Aren't we going to eat first?" as I was lying on top of him and gently kissing him. As soon as he said that, I grapevined his legs, still softly (grapevining for those of you who don't know means to intertwine your legs with the victim underneath so if you want to stretch them, his stretch the wrong way causing some pretty severe pain!)

I then fully stretched my legs causing his to go outward, and my whole tone of voice changed! Whoo! What excitement! I leaned up and smothered him with my chest. My boobs are big enough for him to fit his WHOLE HEAD in between the middle of them. I smothered and grape vined, grape vined and smothered and smirked at his whimpers and whines. "Am I going to have any trouble from you tonight? You know how this always ends up, so why even fight it?" I was dead serious then. I just stared at him. He didn't say anything. God, this is so much fun to relive in the writing of it! I then took both of his wrists and tied them tightly to the upper posts of my bed. With him in this position, I resumed the grapevine, and reached underneath me to twist and pinch his nipples. When he moaned, I half-smiled. I then spread eagled his legs, and he was completely tied. With that done, I went into the kitchen, put his half of the dinner in the refrigerator, and came back into the bedroom.

"I told you that you could eat the same thing I'm eating, remember?" I then plopped FULL WEIGHT down on his chest so that I was staring at him, and I said with a frown "you eat whatever I drop on your FACE! And the first time you complain from now on, you'll see what happens!" I could see his breathing was labored, and I loved it. I started eating right out of the carton- beef broccoli and fried rice! Ha ha! Some rice fell on his face- aaww, not that close to his mouth. Now usually after a few minutes of chomping and gulping soda, I let out a really forceful BURP! For the first time (and I knew it was coming), I stared right down into his face, and perched atop his chest, I burped right in his nose. I blew that belch back and forth across his face, looking down the bridge of my nose at this tied, scared boyfriend. It smelled like a mix of beef brocolli and Dr. Pepper! I'm telling you, this was new for us.

I was waiting to see if he had forgotten my warning (promise) of punishment about complaining. I swear, even a crinkle of his nose, or the slightest face would have set me off. He could do nothing, and this made me giggle. I tried to burp again, but it was too soon for a smelly one. I continued to eat- remember this is taking as long as any meal you eat, with the occasional grain of rice falling on his eyelids or in his hair. I KNEW he was hungry too! And then it came. A monster FART escaped my anus. It felt like an elephant fart, my asshole felt 3 inches wide as it pounded the top of his chest. He said "Oh, come on, in the middle of eating?" That was all the complaint I needed. "I warned you!" I took off my jeans, took off my underwear, and stuffed the pair that I had JUST farted in into this MOUTH! Now even I think that is sick! Then I said "See how much food you get now! I finished my meal with my bare pussy on his chin, and a few more burps that I had to move out of the way for in order to insure maximum stench into his nose. I got up, cleaned up, and put on my aqua colored spandex tights and pu-LANTED my ass squarely on his nose with my back arched. I'm guessing he could see the curve of my ass, the back of my hair, and that is about it. I said to him "Now this is not as bad as it could get, and if I hear one whimper out of you, it's getting worse." In the meantime, he had spit out my underwear, which I dutifully placed back in his mouth Imagine his surprise when I grabbed the remote, and he heard the movie we just rented start with the previews. He DID whimper at the thought of me sitting on his face for two hours! As soon as that happened, I relaxed my face sitting posture, and let my whole ass spread across his face. Oh, and I put ear plugs in his ears, those foam things, so he couldn't hear anything more than the muffled tones of the movie! About five minutes into the movie, I let out a silent PUUUFFFFFF right on his nose. I don't think he even heard it, but let me tell you he smelled it. I kept on drinking big glasses of Diet Dr. Pepper, and burped away to my heart's content. Especially in the beginning, and after every now and then BIibidibidiBRAAAAP! a ripper flapper would come out, through my spandex and there was his "treat"! Again, he was having the same food I was, right? Did I lie? During the middle of the movie, I told him "Everytime I think something is funny, I'm going to lift my ass and slap your face silly for as long as I laugh!" This was GREAT! If I found anything mildly amusing, it was off to the slapping farm for him. Then of course, I would bounce back down. The only annoying part is that every now and then I would have to shift forward for him to breathe a LITTLE. I let him take the underwear out after a few minutes- but then made him wear it on his face with the butthole part near his nose. Later I took it off completely. Toward the end of the movie in our dark room, I took off my Spandex. At first I was just going to have him lick my pussy, but then I told him "Lick my ass after I fart!" Yup, he did it. Oh, not the first time, but when I flicked his balls you better believe he did it! It was so warm by then that I could hear my ass sticking to his face, and the farts "PLAAT" against his cheeks." While he was still died down, and to make sure he wasn't TOO mad at this two hour hostage taking, I gave him head til he came. Then I let him recover, sat on his face, and gave him the hand job of his life. When I let him up, believe it or not, he was hungry as a bear, and went straight for his beef brocolli. He went home happy, and I had the time of my life! In fact, I'm farting as I write this still! Bye everyone!