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The Local Flavour
Date: 6/22/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Female Domination, Mature, Scatology, Author: nunkie, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com
me between her legs. I feel so thoroughly humiliated that words fail me. Instead, I make a show of coughing my lungs out, which somehow calms me down enough to speak. ‘That stinks!’ ‘Are you complaining?’ Her tone is sharp and her eyes are cold and harsh. Her hand is back on my balls and I know that in my current position I am no match for her. I shake my head shyly. ‘I thought not.’ She lowers her ass again and pumps a barrage of long stinky farts into my mouth. I feel how the hot foul gas invades my lungs in ever growing amounts. ‘I never said you could stop kissing.’ She seems to have an endless supply of gas stored in her bowels. I kiss her erupting asshole over and over again. She lifts her ass slightly and wriggles it left and right, taking my head in tow, and never stops farting until she finally rolls off me. I jump off the bed and out of her reach. ‘What did you have to do that for?’ My voice trembles with indignation. ‘Do what?’ ‘You know. The … well, the … What you did.’ I can’t bring myself to pronounce the word. That’s how humiliated I feel. ‘The what? The farting? Oh come on, don’t be such a hypocrite. You were enjoying that.’ ‘I was not!’ ‘Of course you were. Look at you.’ She’s looking at my crotch. When I look down, I see my dick is bursting with hardness and bobbing up and down with uncontrollable pulsations. I feel like I’m going to cum right there right then. I am stunned. ‘Don’t just stand there. Come here, I’m ready now. Fuck me.’ Sara stands up and ...