What I'd Do to You You know what? I could give a puffy, stinky fart how strong you are, what your last girlfriend could do to you, etc. You're not going anywhere in THIS TOTALLY BIZARRE fantasy of mine. I hope it scares you to death, and it makes you realize how weird I really am. This fantasy combines your total helplessness, public humiliation, and my gassy, farting pleasure. Do you know why I don' care how strong you are? Because what I am doing is creating a custom fart torture mobile for ME. The first thing I'm doing is getting your chest/shoulder and neck measurements. Why, you may ask? I'm using those measurements to cut out a sillouhette at the bottom of the driver's seat in my new station wagon. Get the picture? In the privacy of my garage, I would force your body into the narrow confines of the cut out portion of my driver seat so you are FACE UP, arms by your side and constrained, the rest of your body flailing helplessly in the back seat. Doesn't matter, the windows are tinted impossibly dark. You wouldn't be getting help from anyone! In addition, I would make a block of wood about 2 feet wide to put in between your knees. (I just farted). Finally, I'm taking your ankles, and locking them to 150 lb. weights EACH. Good luck moving. In fact, please do try- I love the struggle, it will tickle my cunt hairs. All set? You are now stuck face up and face only in a place I commonly fart 5-10 times a day, namely the seat of my car. Poor seat. I wonder if they ever think of how many of us girls fart in those car seats when they design them? Ever see me driving on the freeway? I'm farting FEROCIOUS ones as I fly down the freeway, because who can smell except for me? And now, YOU. Change my expression as I fart and drive? Why? That would only give me away. But believe me, I'm farting. They don't stink to me. But oh, I forgot- you're closer to the source. Couldn' speak for you. Well, I think we're ready to go. Let's open up the garage with the remote. I love remotes. It let's me stay seated on your mouth as I concentrate on the road. Let me back up. Oh, I have to turn that'll squirm my sloppy pussy on your mouth a little bit. Lick it. Not that you can see it, but there is a hill going down from my house. Uh oh, that's gonna mean a little more weight on your eyes and nose. You don't mind, do you? Oh, by the way, it would be a good idea for you to shut up if you ever want to get out of this. Hmm. A little too much pressure on your face. I don't want it to go numb, you need to be in top smelling condition for the inevitable. I think I'll sit on your lower neck/upper chest for a bit. Oh, what's this? A drive in? Burger King? Let's pull in. Lick my asshole while I order some fries and a cheeseburger. Should I have worn panties? Oops, my mistake. Oh, it's my friend Sherry working the window. I'll have a casual conversation with her. This magazine in my lap should cover my pussy and your face just fine for now. Got my food, let's go. I love burgers! Let me wolf and chomp and chow down! Oh, God, a little too much, I mean I did already eat that corn soup and Sprite about an hour ago. Uh oh. A bumpy road. Here we BIP (bump) PUFF (bump) FRRRDDIP (bump) go! Dang, I can't help but go 60 even though this is a 35 mph. Windy road GRRRIPPPP too! I (bump) BRAP (bump) PLAAP (bump) WOOOSSHHHH! help this! A HA HA HA! Too funny! God damn, tell me what you smell the most! Ugh, the fries are kicking in, I better open up a window for my own benefit. That's enough. PUP-UP-FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAFPH! Oh no. Another wave! BBLBLBLBLBBBLBLBLBPOOFFF! FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDHuUUUUUUUUUU! PAP-AP-FLOOOOOO! Not burping too? Oh, well, as long as I keep my EYES on the road, I guess aiming my burps at your nose shouldn't cause any harm (to me, that is). Now lick my pussy before I fart in your face for the 7th or 8th time! Hmm. Stop sign, better reach beind the seat and put on some nipple clamps. Damn, twisting around to clamp your nipples has loosened some MORE gas. (MORE? Yup). BBBBRRRRFPFPFP. Shit, RIGHT in your face, now you tell me if you have any dignity left, because I love doing this bitch! |
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