The Mouth Farter's Rise to Power
A Toilet Slave's Dark Desires Fulfilled
As the door to the lavatory swung open, a toilet slave, his heart racing with anticipation, could barely contain his excitement. He knew what awaited him inside: the divine aura of a female goddess. His mistress, clad in nothing but a skimpy towel, stepped out from behind the curtain, her body glistening with sweat and steam from the hot shower. The toilet slave could only stare, mesmerized by her beauty.
A Stench in the Air
But there was something else in the air as well - a pungent odor that made the toilet slave's eyes water. He knew it could only be one thing: his mistress's farts. She was one of Face Farts' most potent mouth farters, capable of producing sounds that could make even the bravest man beg for mercy. And now, he was about to experience it firsthand.
The toilet slave couldn't believe his luck. He had dreamed of this moment for so long - being face-to-face with his goddess, breathing in her farts, and tasting her most intimate offerings. As he knelt before her, his gaze fixed on her perfect ass, he felt a wave of nausea wash over him. Was he really going to do this? Was he really going to become a human toilet for his mistress's farts?
The Ass Eating Ritual Begins
Without warning, she turned around and bent over, presenting her glorious behind to him. His heart raced as he reached out and gently caressed her cheeks, feeling the warmth of her skin against his fingertips. Then, he leaned in closer, his nose just inches from her puckered anus. The smell was overwhelming, but he took a deep breath and prepared himself for what was to come.
Slowly, he began to inhale her farts, taking them deep into his lungs. At first, it was unbearable - the taste, the smell, the sheer force of them hitting his face. But as he got used to the sensation, he began to crave more. He opened his mouth wider, letting her farts fill his mouth and throat. He could feel her power course through him, making him weak in the knees.
The Ultimate Display of Dominance
As he struggled to breathe, his mistress reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his face closer to her ass. With a satisfied smirk, she let out a monstrous fart, sending waves of putrid gas washing over him. He choked on the thick cloud of farts, coughing and gagging as they invaded every orifice of his body. But still, he remained at her feet, eager for more.
This was the ultimate display of dominance - a toilet slave, reduced to nothing more than a human ashtray for his mistress's farts. And yet, there was something strangely satisfying about it. Something that made him feel alive, even as he was being used and abused in the most humiliating way possible.