Payment
by Wolfman Sid

Many times I had admired the neighbor from over my street. Her name
was Michelle and she was in her early 40's and not very attractive
but she always wore the tightest of jeans. One day I was working out
in my garden when she came over and asked if I would cut her grass.
Naturally I said yes and thought little of the situation. After I
trimmed the grass in her yard, she invited me into the house for
payment. She smiled as she handed me a glass of Coke which I drank
but after a while I felt very dizzy and I soon passed out. When I
woke up I found myself tied to Michelle's bed.

Michelle laughed evilly. "I have seen you perving at the street, now
you are gonna get your payment!"

She stood on the bed and slowly lowered her ass onto my face. She
wore very, very tight blue jeans and my nose slowly burrowed into her
ass.

"Breathe through your nose, slave!" She commanded.

I did as I was told.

"Here comes your payment, slave," she said, laughing.

She blasted a hot fart right up my nose. It felt horrible but
Michelle's ass in those jeans was just such an amazing sight so I
started inhaling her gas.

"This is just the beginning, slave. From this day forth you will be
my seat slave," she said in a very dominating voice.

Michelle then untied me and told me to go downstairs and put my head
on her chair with my face up. I complied with the order. I remained
there, on the chair, for a little while until finally Michelle's
friend Tracy arrived. Tracy is blonde and is 39 years old. She isn't
gorgeous but today she had just returned from riding at the ranch and
was wearing her very tight, very sexy jodhpurs, cream in color. I
could easily see her knickers underneath. She walked into the house
and saw my face on the chair.

She laughed. "Is this the seat slave you told me about?"

Michelle said with a wide smile on her face, "Oh yes, take a seat on
it. Try it out."

Tracy approached me and sat full weight on my face. Her ass was very
sweaty smelling.

"Ooh dear," Tracy said with feigned concern, "I need to fart."

Michelle laughed. "Oh it likes farts, go ahead dear."

Without hesitation, Tracy let out a very loud fart. The smell was
awful. It stunk of rotten eggs.

"Breathe it in, slave!" Tracy ordered.

Reluctantly, I took deep breaths of her foul farts. After a while,
Tracy took off her jodhpurs and stood there in nothing but her cotton
blue knickers.

"I want you to smell more farts, slave," she said, flatly, as if
this was a normal and everyday thing.

She quickly sat back down on my face, in just her knickers. Soon
fart after fart washed over my face and still I worked to inhaled
them all in. The smell was like eggs, cabbage, and smelly cheese.
Horrible smells to most but I was so turned on by it.

After 2 hours or more of this torturous fantasy, Michelle told me to
leave the house and never come back or next time she would make it
worse.

This story has been edited by Closet Fetishist for format but also
for content. The tone of the story has not been changed, however,
small pieces were dropped here and there for grammatical reasons.
These changes have been run by the story's author and have been
approved by said author.