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Author: Closet FetishistWritten: September 16, 2011
PRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!
"Oh, honey! Tell me how that one smelled!"
"Great babe," I manage to choke out the lie.
Her farts smell like rotting cabbage but if I told her anything but good things she'd make this worse. She is already sitting on my face and making me sniff her farts; I couldn't imagine anything worse but I couldn't risk it either.
"Good; I don't know what you are going to do the week I'm gone on business."
Oh thank God; a week to rest finally.
BRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!
I pass out from lack of oxygen.
When I wake I see the sky moving slow above me; I'm outside.
I look around and see I'm in a wheelbarrow; being pushed by my wife.
I try to say something but there is something in my mouth. I yell out but it's muffled. My wrists are bound behind me; my ankles are ties.
My wife looks down at me, "It's okay dear."
She's so reassuring.
I see Donna's house coming into view; what on Earth is going on.
Donna answers the door and her eyes light up upon seeing me in the wheelbarrow.
"Well hey there!" she exclaims as if to a dog.
"Here he is Donna; take care of him while I'm gone."
"Sure thing dariln'; we are just gonna have a lot of fun, aren't we?"
She lifts me from the wheelbarrow and says goodbye to my wife.
"Well, you came just in time; I'm making lunch, you're going to be my seat."
I shake my head no.
"No?" She asks, then slaps my face.
"Don't you tell me no! Now get in that kitchen!"
I shuffle my way into the kitchen and wait for her to place my head against her seat. When she returns with a bowl of something; my face becomes cushion to her butt.
"Ahhhh, very comfy to enjoy my beans."
She smiles as she takes the first bite; I whimper and cry.
A few minutes into the meal she lifts one leg.
PRRRAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
"Oooohhh, that feels good!"
The fart was obnoxious in sound but not nearly as potent as my wife's; yet still, it was hardly pleasant.
"Does that smell good, little slave?"
"Yes ma'am," I mumble out from under her ass.
"Good; are you hungry?"
I nod. I hadn't eaten yet today.
She drops a bean near my mouth; I open my mouth to grab it. She moves slightly and farts in my open mouth.
SSSSSSSPPPPPPBBBBBBBBPPPPPPP!
The sound echoes around my mouth; she laughs.
"Taste good? It's my own recipe."
I pass out again.
When I wake up I notice I'm in a bathtub that is slowly filling.
Carol, another neighbor, suddenly walks in; she's naked. She is a big woman but apparently her clothes hid a good hundred pounds.
"Hey you're awake. That's great."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to take a bath and you're going to help."
Carol gets in the tub and starts to sit on my head.
"I'll drown!" I scream as my head starts to submerge.
"No you won't; I have plenty of air for you," she says as she pushes my head all the way under."
I can hear nothing from above the water.
RRRRRRIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPBLBLBLBLBLB!
A huge fart blasts putrid air up my nose which I breathe to stay alive but this is no kind of living.
She farts once more; I pass out.
"You better eat my shit!" A voice yells; it's another woman but I'm not sure who.
I hear screaming and see a puckered asshole descending upon my face.
PRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
She farts as she starts to push out a log from her butt straight into my unwilling mouth.
I close my lips around the log and get a taste of the awful thing; I gag as I choke more of it down my through, avoiding tasting it as best I could.
BRRRRAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP!
She lifts up a little to spray me with liquid shit and then laughs.
"Clean me up now."
She lowers her asshole back for my tongue and I begin to lick the shit off her; choking all the while.
I'm not even finished when she turns and lays her cunt over my face; she starts fucking it like it's an inanimate object. She moans and coos softly before screaming in orgasm; she lies there and let's her juices flow. She falls asleep in this position.
I woke up once more; this time in darkness. The light flips on; it's my wife, I'm home.
I run up and hug her legs like the good pet I am.
"Oh, I know honey; mamma's back," she says with a smile; stroking my hair.