By: SoleSurrenderOne
Mia never tried to humiliate me. That’s what made it worse.
I was sprawled on the couch, half-asleep, when she barged in headphones on, rhythmically bobbing to some bass-heavy track I couldn’t hear. Her gym shorts clung to her ass, those high-cut denim ones she refused to retire no matter how much they stretched. The way they hugged her cheeks made it impossible not to stare, the fabric straining just enough to outline every curve as she ambled around the room.
She scooped up a bag of chips, cracked open a soda, then paused finally like she might’ve noticed me. My breath hitched.
Nope.
A protein shake bottle tumbled from her bag, rolling toward me. She bent to grab it, her shorts riding up, the full roundness of her ass flexing mere inches from my face. Swollen from squats, slick with a faint sheen of sweat I could already smell the musk rising off her, sharp with last night’s ghost pepper wings and whatever unholy vanilla-chugged powder she’d downed post-workout.
I should’ve moved.
I didn’t.
Instead, I watched, hypnotized, as she shoved chips into her mouth and plopped backward onto the couch with zero ceremony.
Her ass landed right on me.
Not on purpose just obliviously, the heat of her cheeks pressing into my chin, her weight sinking deeper as she wiggled into the cushions. The denim was still warm from her walk, her thighs bracketing my head like it was just another armrest. A sugary, carbonated belch escaped her, followed by the crinkle of her snack bag.
Then
*Pffffft.*
A soft, humid fart whispered against my forehead. Mia exhaled, shifting again, her ass grinding into me as she reached for her phone. The seam of her shorts dragged across my nose, her sweat and the spice-tinged stench of her gas filling every breath.
I could’ve pushed her off.
But she stretched instead, her thighs tensing, her ass crushing my face deeper into the couch. Another fart built I felt the tight tremor in her cheeks before
*BRRAAAPPP.*
Hot. Thick. Violently spiced. Her protein farts were basically chemical warfare at this point, the air between us turning rancid as she sighed contentedly. Her phone buzzed; she giggled at something, bouncing slightly which only forced another gurgling PLORRRRT straight into my skin.
And still.
No smirk. No glance down.
Just Mia, lost in her music, her world, her own oblivious dominance.
Because humiliation didn’t need intent.
Mia finally tugged off her headphones, blinking as she glanced around the living room like she’d forgotten where she was. “Shit,” she muttered, twisting slightly her ass grinding harder into my face as she craned her neck, searching for me. “You seen my ?”
A deep, gurgling grrrrrrr cut her off.
Her body tensed, her thighs clamping against my skull as her asshole pulsed open with a wet, echoing BLAAAAART. The stench hit like a punch rotten eggs, fermented protein, and something sour that clung to the back of my throat. Mia sighed, shifting again, her full weight pressing down until my nose was buried in the sweaty cleft of her cheeks.
“Ugh, fuck,” she groaned, wiggling deeper into the couch, completely unaware of the way her ass smothered me. Another fart bubbled up, hotter this time, her muscles fluttering against my lips before unleashing a long, shuddering PRRRRFFFBT. The heat of it seared my skin, the smell so thick I could taste it spicy, putrid, hers.
She giggled suddenly, hips rolling lazily. “Man, I gotta stop with those shakes.”
And then
*BBBRRRRAAAAAP.*
Her whole body jerked with the force of it, her ass slamming me deeper into the cushions, her thighs locking me in place. The fart was brutal, filthy, the kind that left a sticky humidity behind as she sighed and reached for her phone again.
Still no recognition.
Just the slow, suffocating grind of her oblivious dominance.
Mia let out a frustrated groan, lifting her hips slightly only to slam them back down harder when she didn’t spot her sister. “Where the hell ?” she muttered, shifting her weight, one knee pressing up against my stomach. The pressure stole my breath, her thick thigh pinning me as she leaned forward.
*Pffffrrrrbbtt.*
A slow, deliberate fart hissed out, the heat of it spreading under her shorts, trapped against my skin. She exhaled sharply, digging her knee deeper into my gut. “*Ugh,* I swear to God ” Another gurgle, another shift her ass rose for half a second before dropping with a wet, resonant BLLLAAAAP. The stench was feral, thick with spoiled milk and sulfur, her sweat mixing with the lingering spice of last night’s food.
Her fingers drummed against her thigh as she craned her neck, scanning the room. “Hello?!” she shouted, oblivious to the muffled struggle beneath her. Another bubbling cramp seized her, her asshole flexing open with a long, shuddering PRRRRFFFTT. The vibrations traveled straight through me, her weight pressing down until my chest burned for air.
“Christ,” she muttered, finally relaxing back into the couch, her ass sealing completely over my face. “Guess I’m alone.”
Another fart built deep, unhurried. She smirked lazily, grinding her hips in slow circles as it tore free:
*BRRRRROOOOORT.*
Hot. Humid. Total. Her dominance wasn’t cruel it was casual, effortless, her body using mine without a second thought.
And still, she never looked down.
Mia stretched her arms above her head, letting out a satisfied groan as her ass cheeks clenched tighter around my face. The sweat-soaked fabric of her shorts clung to my skin, trapping the last traces of her farts in a humid, suffocating prison.
*Grrmmmble.*
Her stomach gave another low growl, and she chuckled, rubbing her belly absentmindedly before shifting her hips forward, smearing my lips against her damp crack. "Damn, that one's brewing," she mused, pressing down harder as if to coax it out.
*Pffffrrrnnnt.*
The fart escaped in short, pulsing bursts, each one hotter than the last, her muscles fluttering against my nose as she let out a breathy laugh. "Oops." She wiggled, her ass grinding in lazy circles, smothering any chance of escape.
Then
*BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRP.*
A monstrous, guttural blast ripped from her, shaking her whole body as the couch cushions vibrated beneath us. The stench was vile a noxious cloud of decay and heat wrapping around my face, my lungs burning from the lack of oxygen.
Mia sighed, arching her back slightly, letting the last of it trickle out in a wet hiss. "There we go," she murmured, shifting to get comfortable. "Way better." Her hand idly patted her stomach as she sank deeper into the couch, trapping me beneath her warm, stinking weight like a forgotten pillow.
She still hadn’t noticed.
She probably never would.
*Click.*
The sound of the TV remote snapped me to attention Mia had finally gotten bored. She flicked through channels lazily, one hand still absently rubbing her stomach. Another low gurgle rolled through her gut, but she just smirked, shifting her hips to pin me even more firmly beneath her.
Then, without warning, she lifted one leg and wedged her bare foot against my ribs, toes wiggling as she stretched. The ripe, musky scent of sweat and worn fabric filled my nostrils, overwhelming even the lingering stench of her farts. "Ugh, so gross," she muttered not to me, but to the empty room as she sniffed her own sock before wrinkling her nose.
A second later, her foot landed squarely on my face, her heel pressing into my forehead as she sighed and sank deeper into the couch. The ball of her foot smothered my mouth, her damp toes curling over my nose. She wiggled them playfully, completely unaware of the trapped body beneath her.
*Pffffft.*
A tiny, airy fart escaped her just a whisper of heat against my cheek as she chuckled and wriggled her ass deeper into the cushions. "God, I could stay like this forever," she mused, flexing her toes against my face.
Still clueless.
Still dominant.
Still winning.
Mia yawned, stretching her arms behind her head with a sigh as she settled in, one foot still lazily grinding into my face. The TV droned on some reality show she wasn’t even watching but she kept her booty planted firmly on my mouth, her other leg now draping over the armrest.
*Grrrnnngh.*
Her stomach gave another deep, wet rumble, and she groaned, pressing down instinctively, forcing my lips even tighter against her damp crack. "Ugh, I swear I ate something bad," she muttered, shifting slightly just enough for a fresh wave of sweat to trickle down her ass.
Her phone buzzed on the coffee table. She reached for it blindly, her weight shifting as she leaned, the soft globes of her cheeks pressing harder into my nose. I could feel the next one building the subtle tremble of her thighs, the tension in her abs.
*BBBRRRRFFFFFUUUUUHHHH.*
A thick, bubbling fart ripped free, jiggling her ass against my lips as she let out a satisfied "Mmmph." The stench was rancid fermented, almost creamy and Mia exhaled sharply, sinking back fully, completely oblivious to how her body molded against mine.
Her free hand absentmindedly scratched her inner thigh, fingers grazing dangerously close to where my mouth was sealed beneath her. "Fuck, I’m so lazy today," she mused, shifting just enough to let a fresh, musky draft escape.
Still unaware.
Still in total control.
Mia’s foot finally lifted from my face, but only to reposition her bare sole planted firmly on my stomach as she stretched her legs out, propping her ass higher on the couch. My face was still buried beneath her, but now her weight shifted, pressing my nose even deeper into the sweaty cleft of her cheeks.
“God, this couch sucks,” she muttered, wiggling her hips to settle in. Her free hand reached for her soda, tipping it carelessly toward her lips then, with a sudden jerk, the cup slipped.
*Splash.*
Ice-cold liquid poured straight down my face, running in sticky rivulets between my lips and nose. Mia laughed, not even noticing the wet smack of liquid hitting flesh. “Shit, clumsy me,” she snorted, wiping her hand on her thigh before tossing the empty cup aside.
The soda dripped, mixing with the heat of her skin, the cold shock making her twitch but she just sighed, rocking her hips back with a lazy grind. “Mmm, way better,” she murmured, crossing her ankles on my stomach like I was nothing but a footrest.
A low, wet gurgle bubbled up inside her, and she smirked, arching her back slightly.
*PFFFFFFLLLRT.*
A hot, damp fart pressed directly into my chin, her ass jiggling with the force of it. “Ugh, so much better now,” she purred, wiggling her toes against my ribs. “Fuck, I needed that.”
Still clueless.
Still using me.
Mia stretched with a lazy groan, fishing her earbuds from her pocket and popping them in. The tinny bassline of her music leaked faintly as she thumbed through her playlist, lips moving slightly along to the lyrics. Her hips shifted thoughtless, idle grinding as she settled deeper into the couch, and by extension, my face.
The dried soda crackled against her skin as she moved, her ass peeling away for a second before slamming back down with a wet thud. She didn’t react, too busy bobbing her head to some rhythm only she could hear. Her free hand absently trailed up her thigh, nails dragging over her own skin like she was lost in sensation her own, never mine.
A gurgle rolled through her stomach, followed by a sharp, staccato PRRRT that vibrated against my upper lip. She exhaled through her nose, rolling her shoulders like the fart was just another bodily function as inconsequential as blinking.
Her sneaker nudged against my ribs, pushing deeper as she stretched her legs out, uncrossing and recrossing them without ever acknowledging the body beneath her. The music swelled; she hummed along, fingers drumming against her knee.
Another hot, silent puff seeped from her cheeks, her weight shifting just enough to make sure it had nowhere to go but up. She flicked her phone screen, scrolling mindlessly, her ass pressing down harder as she leaned forward slightly.
Not a glance downward.
Not even a thought.
Just the steady rise and fall of her breath, the occasional wiggle of her hips, and the damp heat of her ignoring me completely.
Mia’s phone buzzed in her hand, her lips quirking at whatever flashed on-screen as she adjusted her hips with a slow, absentminded roll. The cotton of my panties pink, frilled, hers, because she’d tossed them at me earlier, indifferent was already soaked through, pressed tight to my face by the full weight of her ass.
A gurgle twisted through her stomach, loud enough to hear even over her music, but she barely reacted, just shifting slightly as a thick, muffled PRAAAP vibrated against my lips. Hot and sour, it pooled under her, but she didn’t even flinch, too busy scrolling.
Her free hand wandered down, fingers sliding under the waistband of her shorts to scratch lazily at her own skin. A sigh escaped her, followed by another bubbling fart a sodden BRRRRT but she only wrinkled her nose and tapped at her phone. "Ugh, late-night burritos," she muttered to no one, like the words were just habit.
The damp denim of her shorts lifted briefly as she stretched, letting a fresh draft of her sweat hit the air before she settled back down, grinding deeper without thought. The lace of the panties bit into my lips, her ass flexing as she stretched her legs with a yawn, completely unaware of how she smothered me.
She shifted again, lifting for a second just long enough for a thin string of her sweat to cling to my face but her eyes never left her screen. Another fart ripped loose, longer now, humid and rank, and she exhaled sharply through her nose, more annoyed by the sensation than anything else. "Fuckin’ hell," she mumbled, shaking her head.
Then she went right back to scrolling, humming along to her music, thighs sealing me in darkness like it was nothing. And why wouldn’t it be?
To her, it was.
Mia’s fingers drummed against her thigh, nails scraping idly over her skin as she scrolled. A deep, liquid gurgle rolled through her stomach, and she shifted her hips with a sigh just enough to let out a wet, drawn-out BRAAAAP right against my mouth. The heat of it seeped through the panties, thick and sour, but she barely flinched, too focused on her phone.
Her hand drifted lower, nails scratching lazily at the curve of her ass, dragging over my nose and lips like I wasn’t even there. I choked beneath her, but she didn’t notice just adjusted with an impatient huff when my breath hitched. Another fart, sharper this time, PFFFT, punched out of her as she stretched, her sweaty denim shorts riding up just enough to press even harder against my face.
"Fuck," she muttered, wrinkling her nose at the lingering smell, but she didn’t move. Not yet.
Then another cramp twisted through her gut. She exhaled sharply, shifting her weight, and this time the fart ripped out louder PRRRT long and unapologetic. Finally, with a groan, she lifted herself up, her ass peeling away from my face with a sticky pop of sweat and fabric.
She didn’t even glance back. Just rolled her hips in a slow, lazy shake, letting one last humid puff of air pff drift behind her before sauntering toward the bathroom, scratching at her shorts like it was nothing.
The ache in my ribs barely registered over the pounding in my skull.
Because I knew she wasn’t done with me.
Not even close.
Mia’s nails trailed lazily across her thigh, the sharp crescents of her fingertips catching on the fabric of her shorts. Another deep glrrr rumbled through her stomach, but the sound of the front door slamming downstairs drowned it out.
She exhaled through her nose, irritated, and lifted herself off my face with a slow, sticky peel. Her sweat-slick skin left a damp imprint on my lips as she shifted, adjusting the denim riding up her thighs without so much as a glance in my direction. The couch groaned under her weight as she stretched, the faint pfft of another escaping fart muffled by fabric.
Footsteps pounded up the stairs harsh, urgent.
Mia rolled her eyes.
Her mother’s voice cut through the hall, sharp with impatience. “Mia? You up there?”
No answer. Just the lazy flex of her toes against my chest, the deliberate press of her heel digging deeper into my ribs. I choked, my breath hitching, but she didn’t react. Didn’t even look down. Her attention was fixed on her phone, thumb swiping absently as she shifted again letting out a quiet, dismissive brrrp against the couch cushion.
The doorknob twisted.
Silence.
Then
A slow, deliberate grind of her hips, pushing her weight back down, smothering me in the heat of her body. Her shorts clung to her skin, the fabric taut over her ass as she settled in, as if she hadn’t heard a thing.
The footsteps hesitated. A sigh. The door clicked shut.
Mia smirked.
And she didn’t move.
No words. No acknowledgement. Just the suffocating press of her body, the humid musk of sweat and something thicker, darker, seeping into the air around me.
She exhaled, long and slow, and I realized
She hadn’t even noticed me.
Not once.
And she wasn’t going to.
Mia stretched with a lazy groan, the couch protesting under her weight as she rolled onto her side. Another dismissive pffft escaped her, the sound muffled by the cushions beneath her. Sweat glistened along the curve of her exposed ass, her shorts riding up as she shifted completely unaware of the body beneath her.
Her stomach growled, low and insistent, and she sighed, arching her back just enough to let out a sharp prrt directly into the air. Her foot nudged absently against my ribs, grinding down without acknowledgment, her toes flexing idly before she stretched out again.
The TV droned on, some reality show she wasn’t paying attention to, and she finally pushed herself up with a grunt. Her hips lifted, the heat of her body peeling away from mine like an afterthought. Another gurgle rolled through her stomach, louder this time, and she wrinkled her nose as she stood.
She didn’t glance back.
Didn’t pause.
Just scratched at her waistband, letting out one last wet blrrrt as she padded toward the kitchen, the scent of her lingering behind her.
The door swung shut behind her with a click.
I exhaled slow, shaky still tasting her sweat on my lips.
And then I smirked.
Because next time, she wouldn’t be leaving.
Not until I was done with her.