By: NoneYa021
Amber and Brooke:
Amber the popular school girl gets rejected by Brooke the not so popular school girl. Amber does not take that lightly.
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The air hung thick and stagnant inside the cramped utility closet, smelling vaguely of bleach and dust motes. Brooke pressed her back against cold metal shelving, the sharp edge digging into her shoulder blade. Across from her, Amber leaned against the door, a predatory smile playing on her lips. Her eyes, dark and glittering, roamed over Brooke’s tense frame. A single bulb overhead flickered, casting jagged shadows.
“Scared, kitten?” Amber’s voice was a low purr, thick with amusement. Her fingers toyed with the hem of her own faded band tee. Brooke swallowed hard, the sound unnaturally loud in the confined space. Amber chuckled. “You should be.”
Suddenly, Amber lunged forward, pinning Brooke against the shelves. Metal rattled ominously. Brooke whimpered, her eyes wide with panic as Amber’s breath—warm and smelling faintly of coffee—hit her face. “You’ve been such a brat today,” Amber hissed, her free hand sliding down Brooke’s trembling thigh. “Time for a lesson.”
Amber shoved her backward, sending Brooke stumbling onto the filthy linoleum floor. Before Brooke could scramble away, Amber planted a boot on her sternum, pinning her down. Brooke gasped, her chest heaving. “Get off me—” she choked out, but Amber just smiled wider, her eyes gleaming with cruel delight. “No, kitten. You’re staying put.” Slowly, deliberately, Amber unbuttoned her jeans. “I told you,” she whispered, her voice dripping venom. “Get on your back. I’m gonna fart on that pretty face of yours.”
Brooke thrashed, tears stinging her eyes. “Please—”
Amber’s boot pressed harder, cutting off her plea. “Shut it.” She slid her jeans down thick thighs, revealing faded cotton underwear stretched taut over her rounded hips. The closet air thickened with anticipation—and the sharp tang of Brooke’s sweat. Amber shifted her weight, settling low over Brooke’s face. Brooke squeezed her eyes shut, trying to turn her head away.
“I made these panties extra smelly for you.” Amber’s voice was a velvet-coated blade, slicing through Brooke’s resistance. She ground her hips downward, the dirty stained fabric covering brooks nose. “Like the smell?” Amber purred, tracing a finger along the damp cotton seam. “Egg salad sandwiches, chili fries, and that cheap protein shake… fermented all morning.” A low chuckle rumbled in her chest. “Just for you, kitten. Since you broke my fucking heart.”
Suddenly, Amber’s body tensed. A wet, gurgling growl tore from her gut—a sound like rotting sewage pipes. Brooke whimpered, her nose pressed firmly in ambers dirty panties. Amber lifted her hips slightly, her ass hovering inches from Brooke’s nose. The first fart ripped out: a thick, sulfurous BRAAAP that punched the air like a physical blow. Rotten eggs and spoiled milk flooded Brooke’s senses. She gagged violently, nearly throwing up.
“Breathe it deep, bitch,” Amber snarled, grinding down harder. “That’s my heartbreak bouquet.” Another fart erupted—long and wet, bubbling against her panties. This one smelled like roadkill left in the sun, laced with vinegar. Brooke’s eyes streamed; her chest convulsed. “Oh god—*hurgh*—stop!”
Amber laughed, low and jagged. “Stings, right?” She rocked forward, trapping Brooke’s head between her thighs. “Shoulda said yes when I begged, Brooke. Shoulda wanted me.” A third fart tore loose: a rapid-fire prrrrrrt that vibrated through the closet. The stench thickened—feces, sulfur, and something sourly sweet like rotting fruit. Brooke’s vision blurred. “Smells so rotton, and its all over your face!” Amber hissed, grinding her soaked panties into Brooke’s nose. “My ass owns you now.”
Brooke bucked wildly, but Amber’s thighs clamped like iron. Tears carved tracks through the grime on Brooke’s cheeks as she choked on each rancid cloud. Amber’s breathing grew ragged, her hips jerking. “Feel that?” she gasped. “Your misery… fuck… it’s making me so wet.” Brooke whimpered—a broken sound swallowed by another gurgling eruption. This fart was thick, wet, like spoiled custard squeezed from a tube. It clung to Brooke’s nostrils, coating her throat. Amber shuddered, her moan sharp and sudden. “Oh god—*yes*—” Her orgasm hit her in violent waves, hips grinding against Brooke’s face as rancid gas flooded the air. Brooke gagged, consciousness flickering.
When Amber finally slumped back, her smile was lazy, satisfied. She fished a small, iridescent pill from her pocket. “Your turn now,” she purred, pinching Brooke’s nose until her mouth gaped open. Brooke tried to twist away, but Amber shoved the pill deep onto her tongue, forcing her jaws shut. “Swallow, kitten.” Brooke’s throat convulsed; the pill slid down like a lump of ice. What did you just give me brooke yelled. "Oh, nothing just something to drain some pressure." Amber evily laughs.
Within seconds, Brooke’s stomach twisted. A low, bubbling growl echoed in the cramped closet. Amber grinned, hauling Brooke onto her knees. “Ass up,” she commanded, kicking Brooke’s legs apart. Brooke trembled, her face pressed against the cold floor as Amber knelt behind her, hands gripping her hips. Brooke’s spine arched—a perfect, humiliating curve.
“Do you feel it coming kitten?” Amber hissed, burying her nose between Brooke’s cheeks. Brooke whimpered as her gut convulsed. The first fart tore loose—a wet, gurgling SHLORRRK that sprayed hot vapor against Amber’s face. Rancid cabbage and spoiled eggs flooded Amber’s senses. “God, yes,” Amber moaned, inhaling deeply. “So rotton but also so good.”
Brooke shuddered, tears dripping onto the linoleum. “Stop… please…”
Amber laughed—a low, jagged sound that scraped Brooke’s nerves raw. “Begging already? We’ve just started.” She dug her fingers deeper into Brooke’s hips, grinding her nose against the trembling cleft. Brooke’s stomach churned, a gurgling storm brewing deep inside her. The magic pill pulsed like a live coal, twisting her guts into knots. Another, a wet, bubbling BLORRRRRP ripped loose—long and viscous, spraying hot vapor against Amber’s face. The stench hit like a physical blow: rotten cabbage soaked in sewage, laced with the sour tang of curdled milk. Brooke whimpered, her face flushing crimson. “N-no…”
“Shut up and give me more,” Amber snarled, inhaling greedily. Her eyes rolled back—ecstasy painted across her features. “Smells like desperation, kitten. Like your soul rotting.” Another fart tore out—a sharp, staccato PRRRRT-PRRRRRT—vibrating against Amber’s lips. This one carried the acrid bite of burnt hair and sulfur, thick enough to coat Amber’s tongue. Brooke convulsed, tears dripping onto the filthy linoleum. “Please… I can’t…”
“You can,” Amber hissed, grinding Brooke’s hips higher. “Give me more.” Brooke’s stomach churned violently. A gurgle—deep and wet—built inside her. Suddenly, a torrent erupted: SCHWLOOOOOOORRRK. It wasn’t a fart—it was a flood. Hot, liquid gas sprayed Amber’s face in a rancid mist, reeking of rotten eggs drowned in vinegar and spoiled fish. Amber moaned, low and guttural, nostrils flaring as she inhaled. “Yes… fuck…” Her fingers dug bruises into Brooke’s hips. “God, kitten you smell so rotton. But i want more.”
Brooke collapsed forward, forehead slick with sweat and tears against the filthy floor. Her stomach heaved again—a wet, trembling BLUB-BLUB-BLUUURRRP. The stench thickened—putrid cabbage fermenting in sewage, sharpened by the acid tang of bile. Amber buried her face deeper, her nose against the trembling puckering asshole. “You’re mine,” she growled, voice muffled. “Every rancid puff… proof you belong to me.”
Suddenly, Brooke’s body arched violently. A gurgling scream tore from her lips as her gut exploded—a torrential SHHHHHHLLLOOOOOORK ripped through the cramped space. Hot, sulfurous vapor slammed into Amber’s face—rotten eggs cracked open in a dumpster, laced with spoiled milk. Amber inhaled greedily, eyes rolling back. “Fuck… yes…” Her hips ground against nothing, chasing the high of Brooke’s degradation. Brooke sobbed, trembling uncontrollably. “S-stop…”
Amber’s hand snaked around Brooke’s hip, fingers plunging beneath the waistband of her jeans. “Not yet, kitten,” she growled, finding Brooke’s slick heat. Brooke gasped—shock and humiliation warring as Amber’s fingers thrust deep inside her. “You’re gonna come for me,” Amber snarled, her breath hot against Brooke’s ear. “Come on my hand while my face drowns in your filth.” Brooke whimpered, spine arching against her will as Amber’s fingers curled viciously. The stench intensified—thick waves of decay blooming with every wet PRRRAAAAP Brooke unleashed. Amber moaned, lapping at the sweat-slick cleft as Brooke’s hips bucked. “Smell yourself?” Amber hissed. “Smell how pathetic you are?” "why did you reject me?" "Look at this fun were having together!"
Suddenly, Brooke’s stomach clenched—a violent, guttural GLOOOOORK tearing loose. Hot vapor sprayed Amber’s cheeks, reeking of sulfur and rotted onions. Amber laughed, low and jagged. “Yes… give me more.” Brooke’s thighs trembled, her breath hitching. Amber’s fingers pistoned faster, knuckles grinding deep. Brooke’s moan tore free—half-sob, half-scream—as another fart ripped out: a bubbling SHLORRRRP like sewage bubbling from a burst pipe. The stench—greasy, sour, thick with decay—flooded Amber’s senses. She inhaled greedily, tongue tracing Brooke’s quivering hole. “You’re perfect like this,” Amber murmured. “Broken. Mine.” "no matter if you say no your still mine to play with Kitten."
Brooke’s hips jerked wildly. A shudder tore through her—a wet, gurgling cry—as her orgasm crashed over her. Her gut emptied in one final torrent: a long, liquid FAAAAARRRRRT that smelled like a carcass rotting in vinegar. Amber withdrew her fingers slick with Brooke’s release, wiping them on Brooke’s thigh. “No hospitals,” Amber breathed, smirking. She hauled Brooke upright, pinning her against the shelves. “Breathe deep. Breathe your rotton farts.” Brooke slumped, gasping. Amber traced a finger down her cheek. “You’ll heal. Her smile sharpened. “ tomorrow we’ll play again.” Brooke shuddered, and stared up at amber with fearful eyes. Amber kissed her forehead—soft, possessive. The closet door clicked shut behind her. Alone, Brooke inhaled the thick, rancid air—and gagged.