By: Facesitking
I drag myself up the stairs towards my third floor apartment, absolutely exhausted following another hard day's work in return for a shit salary and even worse perks. My head is absolutely pounding from staring at a computer screen all day and honestly, I just want to sleep.
Arriving at my front door, I dig my hand into my pocket and retrieve my keys. Pulling them out, I freeze. Looking down at my typical “welcome home” doormat, I notice what appears to be some fresh mud rubbed off onto it. As if someone has recently entered my abode.
Taking a deep breath, I squat down and lift the corner of the mat, the section under which I hide my spare key… it's gone.
I release a miserable and exhausted sigh. That can only mean one thing… Violet.
Violet is my next door neighbour, and she's a fucking bitch. I mean a complete and total bitch. One who unfortunately has me wrapped securely around that dainty little finger of hers.
I pause for a moment, clenching my eyes shut and preparing myself for what is surely to be a truly shitty night.
Pushing the door open, I step into my flat and immediately notice the trail of mud that has been tracked through it. Despite the signs that she'd wiped her feet, it seems Violet did a piss poor job. That or she just wanted to make a mess for me to deal with, probably that when I think about it.
Following the mud trail, I arrive in my living room. And there she is. Violet. The girl next door and bane of my existence. She's sitting on my Sofa, eating my food and watching my TV as if she owns the place. And honestly she pretty much does at this point. I'm so far past fighting her, she has a unique gift for always getting her way, no matter how twisted and depraved her desires are.
“H-hey Violet,” I stammer to announce my arrival, figuring I'd rather get whatever she has planned over with as quickly as possible.
She doesn't even look at me, doesn't so much as turn her head to acknowledge my existence. The only sign that she even heard me is when she lifts her arm and points towards my bedroom door. A silent order she knows damn well I'll follow. And follow it I do.
With a defeated sigh, I walk past her, noting how she had her muddy shoes on my coffee table. That's more mess I'll need to clean up when she's gone.
I enter my bedroom and drop onto my bed. Laying flat on my back as I await her arrival. I wonder how long she'll make me wait this time.
The sounds of her show reaches my ears through the door, American Horror Story by the sounds of it. Of course it is, what else for little miss Goth.
Closing my eyes I reminisce on how I ended up in this nightmarish relationship with my neighbour. I moved into this apartment a little over 6 months ago and met Violet 2 days later when we bumped into each other as I left for work. We shared introductions and everything honestly seemed fine, but it took her less than a week to act.
I've always been quite a people pleaser, and she leapt on that. She quickly began requesting favours, simple neighbourly things at first, helping with a delivery or fixing a leak under her sink. Then the favours started going a little beyond neighbourly. She'd message me while I was out asking me to grab her lunch or get her groceries, she'd simply take them off me with no offer of reimbursing me. I should have said something but I've always hated confrontation, and Violet was actually pretty intimidating. A stereotypical Goth in most ways, pale skin and black clothing. Thick black eyeliner and lipstick, usually wearing a t-shirt, miniskirt and fishnets. Plus those black platform boots of hers.
Her body isn't what makes her intimidating, she's pretty short, maybe 5’5 and on the skinny side. Although her wide hips and bubble butt were more than enough to draw the eye. But she possessed a fierce personality and, as I learned very early, didn't appreciate being on the end of a joke. My first playful insult directed her way was met with a growl and a warning, it was enough to ensure I kept my words sweet.
All of this came to a head one day when she told me to go get her take out from half way across town. While I was in my apartment and she in her, I really debated refusing, but my desire to please won out and I did as she asked.
When I delivered it she proceeded to ask if there was anything I wouldn't do for her, mocking me for my subservience and inability to tell her no.
She decided to test how far she could push me that day, and we both discovered just how far that really was, and it was very, very far.
Which leads me to now, 5 months of what has basically been slavery later. Now she simply snaps her fingers and knows I'll come running, I was too far in and she has acquired so much blackmail material with the things she's made me do. I'm hers, and I just have to accept that.
I'm pulled from my memories as the TV goes silent and the ominous sound of Violet's footsteps signal her approach. A few moments earlier and my door swings open, revealing the sadistic bitch who has taken complete ownership of me. My neighbour, my owner. Violet.
Violet, or Vi as she likes to go by, smirks at me as I lie on my bed, obediently awaiting whatever it is she has in store for me today.
“There's my little bitch, are you ready to serve your mistress?” She asks, the smug satisfaction dripping off of every word. She takes so much joy in her power over me, revels in my fear and feeds off of my suffering.
“Yes Mistress,” I squeak in response. God I hate myself so fucking much for this.
“Good boy. You're in for a real treat tonight, I haven't showered in 3 days and I've really worked up a sweat. I'm sure my neighbour will be happy to help me clean up… right?”
Her eyes pierce directly into my soul as she casually tells me how bad my night is going to be. Out of everything she has me do, cleaning her may be my least favourite. It's so uniquely humiliating.
“Yes Mistress, it would be a pleasure to clean the sweat from your body.”
My responses are robotic at this point, swift and obedient. Vi has trained me well. Moulded me into the perfect slave.
“Oh you're such a good neighbour. I mean I'm so happy I found someone happy to deal with all of this.”
She motions to her visibly sweaty body. Grinning down at me as she closes the distance, her smile only widening as she takes in my pale face and trembling lips. She can see that I'm afraid, and she loves it.
Stepping onto the bed, Vi stands over me before lowering herself down on my chest, facing towards my feet. Scooting back, the curve of her ass cheeks comes to a halt inches away from my face. She hitches her mini skirt up, leaving me staring at her lacy black panties, at least half of the fabric lost in the deep crevice between her cheeks.
“You're so pathetic, you know that bitch?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“You belong beneath me, this is your place in life. Where you were born to be.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“I didn't even need to lift a finger to make you my slave. You just did as I told you. You're my bitch, and you always will be.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Now, show me some neighbourly love. Let me feel how grateful you are for my attention.”
Not needing to be told what form she wants my gratitude to take, I lift my head and quickly press my lips against her left butt cheek, holding myself there for 5 seconds in an open mouth kiss. As soon as I release I move over to the right cheek and repeat the process, before proceeding to shower her ass in passionate, adoring kisses. I alternate between ass cheeks and make sure to cover every inch of her butt.
A single glance back over her shoulder is enough to spur me to begin putting my tongue into her kisses. I screw my eyes closed as every kiss coats my lips in her sweat, every swipe of my tongue giving me a mouthful of her sour, salty liquid.
“That's it. Kiss your neighbours ass you little bitch. Worship me like the Goddess I am.”
“Yes Goddess.” I immediately switch titles following her hint. One of the many things I've learned is to listen to everything she says very closely. She expects me to read the meaning of every sentence and react accordingly. Failure to do so makes her mad, and that's when things tend to get particularly unpleasant for me.
“You're so pathetic, kissing my ass like a love sick little puppy. Desperate for any of my attention. Willing to do whatever humiliating task I give you.”
Vi’s emerald green eyes shine with sadistic joy as she looks down at me. She loves every second of my humiliation, and allows no chance to rub it in (often literally) to go untaken.
Following the usual routine, I circle around her cheeks, starting with the outside of her pale globes and slowly working my way inwards. The scent becomes gradually more intense as I close in on the musky centre. Every smack of my lips against her flesh or panties adds another layer of sweat to my mouth, every flick of my tongue against her ass delivers another mouthful of disgusting sour fluid.
“The kisses are great and all, but don't you have something to tell me loser?”
“Thank you for giving me attention, Goddess. I'm so lucky that you let me kiss your perfect ass.”
Vi just smirks down at me, waiting for me to keep going.
“You're so superior to me. Better than me in every way, I'm so happy you made me your slave. Please keep me, I live to serve you.”
“Yeah you do. You're nothing. Keep going.” Her eyes sparkle as she orders me to continue degrading myself.
“I'm just a pathetic loser, not worthy to kiss your amazing ass. You're so gracious for allowing me to worship you.”
Between every humiliating sentence, I make sure to place at least another 4 smooches against her sweaty flesh. Putting my words into action with affectionate kisses. And I've officially run out of cheeks to adore. Knowing what comes next, I bury my face deep into her crack, pressing my lips against her asshole through her panties and taking a deep whiff for good measure.
I barely suppress a gag as my nostrils are filled with the stench of pure, unwashed ass. Her musky, earthy scent floods my system. No matter how many times I find my nose buried between her cheeks, it never gets any better. I simply can't get used to such a potent stench, but if I gag she gets mad. Bad things happen to me if Vi is angry.
“Yeah sniff my ass like the stupid little dog you are. You love my scent, don't you bitch.”
“Yes Goddess, thank you for letting me sniff your ass. It smells so good.”
My stomach rolls slightly as the words escape my lips. Even now after 5 months, thanking her for this treatment makes me sick. Honestly, I hate Vi with every fibre of my being. But I just can't say no. Being a yes man is one thing, but I just seem genuinely incapable of refusing even the most disgusting and humiliating of orders. So I just sniff and kiss and obey, allowing myself to be degraded over and over by my gothic neighbour for her twisted amusement. My own opinions and desire mean nothing to her, I'm her slave, her property. Maybe some kind of twisted pet at best.
After about 2 minutes of sniffing her swampy crack and kissing her asshole, Vi lifts off of me. As she hops off the bed, she pulls her t-shirt over her head and unclasps her black bra, dropping to the floor and allowing her pale breasts to hang free.
I can't help but stare, for as much as I hate this brat, I can't deny that she's absolutely stunning. Her curves are perfect and those emerald eyes would be almost hypnotic if they weren't constantly full of sadistic pleasure at my expense. Her plump, pouty lips are covered in black lipstick and stretched in a smug grin as she sees me ogle her.
“Are you enjoying the show bitch? It must be amazing for a loser like you see someone as beautiful as me up close. Aren't you just the luckiest?”
“Yes Goddess, I'm so lucky to see your naked body. Thank you so much.”
I swear I don't even think when she asks me something anymore. My mouth just responds on its own, she has conditioned me to simply react. Her ability to ensure I know exactly how to respond to every situation would be incredibly impressive if I hadn't found it out at the expense of my freedom.
Slipping out of her skirt and fishnets, Vi takes her time to slowly pull down her panties, turning around and giving me a front row view as her underwear is pulled from deep within her crack. I can smell her from here, and have no doubt that I'm about to experience her scent up close and personal.
As her panties hit the floor, Vi kicks them across the room with one foot. Then, without any fuss or ceremony, she sits on my face. My nose slots perfectly into place between her sweaty cheeks, pushing through the seemingly endless amount of flesh until it comes into contact with her greasy rosebud.
I take a single, tiny whiff and this time my body's natural reaction is too much for me to stop. I've sniffed Vi's ass more times than I care to count these last few months, but never after a full 3 days without showering. And nothing, I mean absolutely nothing could have prepared me for the overwhelming stench of her sweaty bare anus. It feels like I was face first in a puddle of raw sewage, her damp cheeks wrapping around my head and pressing me firmly against the source of her hell stink.
The fumes seem to come out in a thick smog, filling my nostrils and settling at the back of my throat. Every tortured sniff adds to the brutal cloud of stench and leaves me to choke on her scent. I clench my eyes shut as I feel her cheeks vibrate as she giggles at my misery, not even bothering to punish me for my gag. What she's doing now is punishment enough.
I feel it as Vi begins to slide back and forth, wiping her asshole over my nose again and again, repurposing me into toilet paper. And judging by the bitter scent of pure shit, I worry that it may be more literal than I'd like it to be. I dread to think what substances are being smeared across my face with every wipe of her rosebud across my face.
“Come on bitch, sniff my pretty little asshole. Show me how happy you are to get up close and personal with this booty.”
She signs off her sentence with a hard slap to her ass, giggling as her cheeks jiggle on my face.
Despite the horrific smell of her unwashed rosebud, I react in instinct to her orders, flaring my nostrils and sucking more of her rancid fumes into my lungs, coughing violently following every tortured sniff. But I don't stop, I can't stop. I can't say no to her, even if it means huffing her ass like the dog that I am.
“That tickles,” she says with a girlish laugh, wiggling her hips to further smear her asshole against my nose. After a few seconds of rubbing her ass on my face, she finally leans forwards, allowing my face to slip out of her crack with an audible pop as the suction of her cheeks releases me.
“Well, that's enough sniffing doggy. Time to give your Goddess a nice thorough tongue bath back there.”
She gives her ass another shake, clapping her cheeks inches from my face as she smirks down at me. Confidently awaiting my compliance. And of course comply is exactly what I do, same as always.
Forcing my tongue out of my mouth, I drag it the length of her swampy crack, the darkness of her ass engulfing me as my face vanishes between two pale globes of damp flesh. I bite back a gag as the toxic, salty fluid floods my mouth, pure ass grease coating my tongue and flowing down my throat as I get to work clearing away 3 days worth of filth from between her cheeks.
“That's it bitch. Lick me. Lick your neighbours ass like the pathetic dog you are. This is all you deserve, you're not worthy of anything more than this, of any real affection or love. You live to lick the sweat out of my ass crack. You fucking loser.”
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, she's expertly discovered my biggest insecurities and doesn't bother holding back. She loves adding to my misery with nothing but words alone, reminding me of my place beneath her.
I continue to thoroughly clean out her ass, taking mouthful after mouthful of salty ass grease onto my tongue and swallowing it down, forcing myself to continue on even as I feel the bile rise to the back of my throat. I push it back down, along with another load of Vi's ass sweat. I avoid her puckered hole for now, knowing that I'll be forced to delve into the epicentre of her stench before long, but putting it off for now. For now I focus on the rest of her crack, swiping away at every inch and clearing away the filth that has accrued there.
My eyes well up with tears as the toxic fluid sears itself onto my tongue, along with the rancid fumes that continue to waft their way up my nostrils. I can't say for certain which is worse between the stench and the taste, but I push on, obediently and subserviently cleaning the ass of my bratty goth neighbour.
“I think you've given my crack enough attention, loser, my asshole is what really needs some cleaning. So get to it.”
I take a deep breath in an attempt to mentally prepare myself for what I'm about to do. Vi lifts herself off of me a touch and spreads her cheeks, giving me a full look at what I'm about to clean.
Her grimy asshole puckers and pulsates, seemingly inviting me in to clean the filthy, grimy substance coating it. One look is enough to make me want to vomit, to say it's disgusting is an understatement. Her wrinkly skin is dyed brown from her lack of personal hygiene and covered in a thick greasy substance, my earlier fears are immediately realised as it becomes clear wiping hasn't been much of a priority for her as of late, undoubtedly intentional on her part. She really will do anything to inflict as much torture as possible on me, no matter how disgusting.
“Come on now bitch,” she calls back to me. “You've got this yummy asshole just waiting to be cleaned up, and you know how I hate to be kept waiting.”
Swallowing the last of my fear, I plunge myself mouth first into the dirtiest, most disgusting part of my neighbour's ass, pressing my tongue directly against the grimy surface. The taste is worse than anything I could ever describe. Harsh, bitter and sour. It immediately sets me off into a violent coughing fit, leaving me a gagging mess beneath her as Vi laughs boisterously at my suffering.
“Come on loser, that's just the first taste. I'm not leaving until my asshole is squeaky clean. So get. To. Work!”
With tears streaming down my face, I clench the bed sheets beneath me and force myself on, licking away layer after layer of truly disgusting filth from Vi's tainted, unwashed ring. The bitterness is overwhelming on my sense of taste, and I do my very best not to let my mind linger on just what said bitterness might be. Instead I just carry on, lick after torturous lick I clear away the horrible greasy substance and force it all directly down my throat. I have no other choice. I just can't say no.
Vi shudders atop me, clearly loving every second of my cleaning. With every swipe of my tongue she jolts a little, and a low moan escapes her lips, she's obviously having the time of her life right now. Getting her dirty pucker cleaned by her neighbours/slave. She makes me call her a Goddess, and now I'm making her feel like one. An all powerful being with a pathetic worshipper bound to her will, no thoughts or opinions of my own. I'm just an extension of her, a tool to be used however she wishes. If she wants her ass kissed, I kiss it. If she wants her grimy rosebud licked, I lick it. She says jump, I say how high. She says bark and I bark. I'm hers, and I always will be.
“Deeper,” she moans. “Get your tongue up my ass and clean it out from the inside worm.”
A strangled whine escapes me at her latest order. It tastes like death on the outside, I really don't want to know how it's going to taste on the inside, but I can't refuse her. She owns me, and I must obey.
Clenching my eyes shut, I drive my tongue past the walls of her anus and explore the insides of her rectum. Fuck, the heat is unbearable, as if my tongue has been plunged into a furnace full of pure shit and rotten meat. As I swirl it around inside of her, Vi lets out a louder moan and pushes her ass back, driving me even further inside of her and clenching her cheeks, crushing my tongue inside of her and forcing me to endure the taste on all sides.
The bitterness is 100 times worse inside, the rancid twang causing je to squirm beneath her as she lets out a second moan, even louder than the first.
“Oh fuck, that feels so fucking good. I'm gonna make you do this every day, I'm gonna fuck my ass with your pathetic little tongue over and over you worthless dog. I hope you like the fucking taste, cause this is gonna be your dinner from now on. When you get home from work, you're gonna eat my ass like the little bitch you are.”
Knowing that I'm stuck here until my neighbour is satisfied, I begin to lap her insides like a starving dog led to water. Just please her as quickly as possible and all of this will end. That's the way out of this, at least for tonight.
Vi's only response to my renewed effort is a loud, euphoric moan. Clearly my idea was the right one as she bucks her hips atop my face, and manages to pull my head off the mattress as the suction-like grip on my tongue refuses to release. I keep pushing on, ignoring the rancid taste and mind numbing scent as I eat my neighbour's ass with every bit of passion I can muster.
I notice the scent is actually beginning to wane, a surefire sign that my tongue bath has been effective in clearing away the worst of the filth from between her cheeks. I try not to focus on where that filth has gone and simply keep licking.
“Oh fuck yes… that's it bitch… fucking lick me. Lick your Goddess, you're so fucking lucky I let you eat my ass. You don't deserve this, all you deserve is the scum off my boots. But I'm a kind Goddess aren't I? Letting you lick my dirty asshole like this.”
Suddenly Vi's hand is on my head, taking a firm grip of my hair as she lifts off of me, roughly ripping my tongue out of her ass.
Seconds later she has spun round and sits over me, facing towards me now. Staring up, I find myself looking straight into her soaking wet snatch. She is absolutely dripping with her sweet, aromatic fluids.
“Well bitch, what do you say?”
Fuck, even when she is clearly horny as he'll she still takes the time to ensure I degrade myself first. And I just go right along with it. Like a good little slave.
“Please Goddess, may I have the privilege of offering my face as your sex toy. Please use my ugly, worthless face to bring yourself pleasure and provide my pathetic life with some true meaning.”
My stomach rolls as I grovel for her to ride my face, to reduce me to a fuck toy to be used and tossed aside like trash. I'm nothing to her, an object. A toy.
“Come on, let me hear how badly you want me to use you.” She smirks even as her eyes gleam with barely withheld lust, a drop of her juices falls away from her pussy lips and splashes against my lips. Giving me a small taste of what is to come.
“Please Goddess. Please, please, please fuck my face. Ride me until my nose is raw and cover me in your divine juices, I beg you. Please allow me the privilege of giving pleasure to you, I live to serve and please you. It's my only reason for living, please fuck my face.”
Vi's sadistic smirk only grows as she revels on my pathetic pleas. Her eyes sparkling with malicious intent.
Without another word, she drops her hips and her snatch connects with my face with a wet squelch. My nose is immediately lost within her pungent folds and her lips mould around my face, trapping me in a wet, fleshy prison.
Vi wiggles her hips around, releasing an even longer, louder moan as she settles herself on my face.
“Fuck, this never gets old,” she whispers, her breath hitching as she is overcome with lust. She thrusts her hips forwards, and with the immense wetness coating her lips (and now my face) she glides across me effortlessly, immediately causing a second moan to erupt from within her. I can almost sense the tingles of euphoria shoot through her body as she settles into a rhythm, grinding herself across my face again and again with growing intensity.
“That's it, loser! Just lie there and fucking take it. Let me fuck you like the vermin you are. You fucking bitch!”
As per usual, the more excited Vi gets, the more viscous her insults become. And she is very very excited.
Every buck sends my face back into her folds, momentarily cutting off my air supply as I'm suffocated between her swollen red lips. Then she jolts back and allows me a second to suck in air before plunging ke back into the damp, dark depths of her snatch.
The faster she moves, the louder her moans get. Again and again I'm pummeled beneath her as she ferociously fucks my face with reckless abandon.
“How's that feel bitch? You like it when I ride your ugly little face? Don't you just love being buried in my soaking wet pussy like the little bitch you are? Come on! Fucking take it! Stick your tongue out and please you fucking Goddess you worm!”
My tongue shoots out immediately, giving her something else to grind against. Her sweet juices begin to fill my mouth, giving me a brand new substance to choke on as she uses and abuses me like a literal fuck toy.
Suddenly she releases her loudest moan yet, more of a scream as she reaches down and takes a fistful of my hair, pulling my face tightly against her taint. My nose is squished against her clit and that is enough to send her over the edge.
One last ear splitting scream heralds the arrival of Vi's climax. Her thighs clamping tightly around my skull, holding me in place as a flood gushes out of her, filling my mouth to the brim and pouring down my throat like a sweet, sticky waterfall.
The liquid overflows out of my mouth, spilling across my face and into my nostrils and eyes. Leaving me gasping for breath as I'm waterboarded by my neighbour's orgasm, strangled by her thighs and left desperately thrashing as I fear for my life beneath her. The seemingly never ending onslaught of her fluids pushes me to the edge of consciousness. Spots flash in my vision and darkness begins to embrace me. The thing I see as I drift away are those emerald orbs staring down at me, that smug smirk of utmost satisfaction. And then I'm gone.
I wake an untold amount of time later, the taste of Vi's ass and orgasm still coating my mouth and my skull pounding following being face fucked into unconsciousness. Sitting up, I wince and lift my hands to wipe away the dried fluid covering my face.
That's when I notice the post it note attached to my forehead. Pulling it away, I glance at the neat handwriting.
“You passed out. Drink some water and get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow bitch.
Vi xoxo”
With a miserable sigh, I head to the bathroom. Knowing that I'm going to relive this experience again and again. All because I just can't say no.