By: PaleBandit
William hesitates as he stands in front of the bar. He was given the address this morning, together with the okay to finally remove Helena’s socks from his mouth.
“Oh, so sorry! My phone went out just before you sent the message!”, she had replied to him, “Well, you can remove my socks now! I bet they are super clean by now! Thanks for being my washing machine, haha!”
He sat there staring at that message for twenty minutes while chewing on her socks. He made sure they truly were clean before removing them. Now those socks are in a small black bag hidden away in his jacket waiting to be returned to their owner. There is a light blush on his face just from thinking back on the entire thing. A part of him is still in disbelief about the whole situation. Maybe he will wake up in his bed once he opens the door and find out this whole thing has just been a dream on a rainy day. But as his hands slowly approach the door handle, another hand overtakes his own and opens the door.
“I was worrying that I kept you waiting, but seems like you also just arrived!”, a very familiar voice greets him from behind, “Come on! Let’s get some drinks!”
Helena pushes him into the bar without giving William a chance to respond.
He does not even get the chance to greet her back before he finds himself standing at the counter.
“My usual, but make it two!”, she orders then turns to William, “Public transport is just the worst!
I wanted to let you know that I will be late, but then I would have to open our chat and then who knows who would have seen the image of you with my socks in your mouth, hahaha! Am I happy you also arrived late!”
He had not. William had been hesitating in front of the door for over ten minutes!
The barkeeper plants down two big glasses before them. Both were filled with an orange liquid that may be beer, but something feels different about it.
Williams grabs his glass nervously, while Helena wastes no time to clink her glass against his and knocks down the entire glass in one go.
“Aaaaah~ That hits the spot!”, she chimes.
William takes a nervous sip of drink and it feels like his throat is being bitten! This is not beer!
Just from this little sip he already feels a bit tipsy.
“So, how was your day?”, she asks, “Hope your mouth was not sore from, hehe, you know what~”
“Oh right!”, he mutters and takes the black bag from his pocket, “Here you go. And… My mouth is fine…”
Helena breaks into laughter as she grabs the bag: “Oh, this is great! You even deliver them! Maybe I should have all my socks cleaned like this! My current ones are soaking in sweat! Think you can take care of them as well?”
William starts to blush and quickly takes another sip of the throat-burning beverage.
“Hahaha! Oh, embarrassed about your little stint as my washing machine?”, she teases him, “Don’t worry, I won’t put you to work again without having you lose a bet first, hehe. Yo! Can I get another one!”
After that initial teasing, Helena switched the conversation to more normal topics like work, living situations, family, and hobbies. William starts to speak up more as he becomes more comfortable. Whether it is the alcohol or just the tamer topics is up for debate.
“No way! You are into gardening too?”, she half shouts.
“Yeah, it’s what I mostly do when on non-rainy days!”, he replies.
“I only recently completely overhauled mine!”, she says excited, “I added some- NO! I should just show you!”, she gets out her purse and slams some money onto the table, almost knocking over one of the six glasses she has emptied, “My treat! Payback for the services you provided, hehe~”
William, who has barely finished his first glass, blushes as he is suddenly reminded about that.
“Come on!”, she shouts and grabs, easily pulling him along out of the bar.
Helena drags William to the tram and pays for both their tickets. On the tram they talked about their gardening beginnings with the mistakes they made, what they learned from it, and how they improved. From the tram, she pulls him all the way to the backside of her cozy little house and through the gate into her little paradise.
“Well, what do you say?”, she asks in a proud demeanor.
“Definitely impressive!”, William replies, “Love the little owl statue to hide the battery for the copper plates in!”
“Haha, yeah!”, she cheers, “No snails will get to my tomatoooo- Uh oh…”
“What is it?”, Williams asks with a look of concern.
“Just the aftermath of the alcohol setting in… Wait… I have a great idea for a bet now!”, she announces.
“Huh?”, William gasps confused.
“The bet that gets my socks into your mouth if you lose!”, she explains with a big grin.
“O-Oh… That…”, William replies nervous, yet secretly excited.
“Hehe, it is very simple! Alcohol gives me the WORST gas!”, she begins to explain while turning around and slowly pulling down her pants. William is caught off guard and cannot help but stare as her massive cheeks seem to inflate as they are getting freed from the fabric. Those pants are large, it seems she still had to squeeze her cheeks into them.
“Your job is to shove your nose right in there and deeply inhale everything for, let’s say, ten minutes! If you can endure that, you win, if not, my socks go in your mouth!”
There is a reaction in William’s pants just from hearing that and he is happy it is the middle of the night. There is nothing he wants more than to just bury his face in that huge rear, but he does not want to seem eager to do so.
Helena chuckles at his hesitation and teasingly asks: “What is it? Afraid of ending up as my washing machine again? Can’t take a few farts from a big girl?”
This is the excuse William needs!
“No! H-How bad can it possibly be?”, he asks, trying to sound cocky as he bends over and happily buries his face between those cheeks. The musk is already intense and his member is pushing against his jeans.
“Well, you’re about to find out!”, Helena announces and grabs the back of his head. She pulls on hard, forcing his nose right over her asshole before she pushes out an over-twenty-second-long fart.
William is immediately overwhelmed! Her gas is thicker and far nastier than he ever imagined a fart to be like. The stench burns in his nose and makes his eyes water a bit, yet he inhales as deeply as he can without even coughing or gagging. William never thought he would ever get addicted to anything, but as he takes in Helena’s fumes the NEED to smell more of it arises and grows fast.
“Phew, that was a small one.”, she comments.
“Small o-“, William speaks into her rear but gets interrupted by another blast. This one is shorter, and carries far more gas! It is hotter than the previous one and the smell is far, FAR worse as well! With just as much force as the gas enter his nose, he cums into his pants. But he does not even notice that as is brain is far too busy working through the intense pleasure he is feeling. Helena gives him no time to calm down either as she quickly forces yet another fart down his nose. For the next ten minutes, he barely gets more than a few seconds before she rocks his world with another blast! William almost collapses when she finally lets go of him. But he manages to just drop to his knees.
“Well, time’s up!”, she announces.
It takes him roughly half a minute to even remember where he is and what is actually going on, but eventually, he speaks up: “Right! So, ehm, I won this bet!”
“Did you now?”, she replies with a smirk, “I said you had to ‘endure’ my gas for ten minutes, and looking at your pants, you certainly did not manage to endure it that long, hehe!”
William looks down and sees the large dark spot between his legs.
“I! This! I…”, he mutters.
“Yeeeeees?”, she responds in a teasing tone.
“I, well, might… Have a thing… For your ass and…Your gas…”, he admits and a deep blush appears on his face. He could not have admitted this was his mind not still cooked from the past minutes.
“Oh REALLY? Haha, I was betting on it! And seems like I won that one as well!”, she announces, “Speaking of which, lie down on the couch over there for me!”
She points over to the terrace by the building.
“Huh? Why?”, he responds confused.
“So I can sit down on your face! I can’t remove these boots and socks while standing here and if I sit down, some farts are bound to escape! I don’t want to smell those!”, she explains.
The way Helena is so casual about this makes William question reality, but he is not going to let this chance slip and rushes to the terrace and onto the couch! Helena wastes no time either and plants her ass right on his face, then starts to remove her boots. As expected, a wet far escapes her right away. Fortunately for her, it goes right up William’s nose like the others.
“There we go!”, she sighs once she finally holds those sweaty socks in her hand.
She rolls back a bit to free his mouth from beneath her rear.
“Open up!”, she orders and William does not hesitate this time.
She shoves both socks into his mouth and then buries it under her ass again with the rest of his face.
Her strong legs, she puts down onto his body, resting her entire weight on him, burying him helplessly beneath her large body.
“It just dawned on me!”, she then says, “You actually thought I did not realize your foot fetish!
Haha, that’s adorable! You actually did such a poor job at hiding it!”
A muffled groan comes from beneath her.
“Hey, don’t worry! I said it’s adorable! Honestly, on my way home I first thought about not wearing socks today and then have you lick my feet clean! But then I came home and a huge fart escaped me! Then I thought about how comfy your face looked!”, she wiggles her butt around gently, “And I was right! You are super comfy!”, she then pushes another fart out, “Ah~ And you are an amazing fartfilter!”, she chuckles, “You were so submissive, I just hoped you would not just be into feet! Am I lucky that this is the case because I don’t want to get up any time soon! In fact…”, she yawns, “It is such a warm night I think I will just sleep RIGHT. HERE.”
“MPH?”, William gasps much to Helena’s amusement.
“Hehe, I’m sure you can handle this!”, she pushes out yet another rancid fart, “I definitely have enough air for you! I tend to fart all night after just four drinks! Also! I expect those socks to be clean by tomorrow!”
William cannot believe what is happening. Surely she must be joking! But she does not say anything else for a while and then, she starts to snore.
William would spend the entire night like this: Buried beneath a woman he could not hope to lift up, his mouth gagged by a pair of sweat-soaked socks, and his nose trapped against the woman’s asshole while she unloads all of her gas into him in her sleep. He is reduced to a piece of furniture!
A combination of a cushion and a washing machine! His mind is in a state of intoxicated bliss. He has found the place where he belongs and with how soundly Helena is sleeping on top of him, he has hopes that she agrees with him.