A Night of Naughty Farts and Smothering Fun
The sun had set and the room filled with a warm, inviting glow as Amirha and her partner returned from their delightful dinner at Red Lobster. Their stomachs were filled to the brim, and they both felt the familiar sensation of bloating after such a satisfying meal. As they made their way back to their room, Amirha couldn't help but feel mischievous. It was time to test out their new "smotherbench," an item designed for those who enjoyed being smothered under someone else's weight.
Amirha excitedly explained the features of the bench, "With wrist and leg restraints, adjustable headclamps, and an inflatable pillow under my ass, this thing is a game-changer! It's perfect for someone like you who loves having your face pressed against my cute little behind." She teased. Amirha playfully stripped down to her panties, revealing her plump behind, and motioned for her partner to join her on the bench.
Once he was securely fastened in place, Amirha grinned wickedly as she straddled him, trapping his face between her luscious cheeks. The buzz from the headclamps ensured he couldn't move his head away from her rear end, while the built-in restraints kept him in place. His eyes widened as he realized there was no escape from the intoxicating smell of her gas.
"Just keep your mouth open and take in as much as you can," she commanded, loving the power she held over him. She leaned forward slightly, her heavy breaths mingling with the stench of farts. His face turned bright red from the pressure on his chest and the suffocating feeling of her ass against his nose and mouth.
With each passing minute, Amirha felt more in control as she slowly rocked back and forth, feeling his desperation growing. She chuckled to herself at how pathetic he looked, unable to even move an inch as she controlled his breathing. She continued to tease him, playing with the settings on the bench, increasing the intensity of the pressure.
After what felt like an eternity for him, she finally allowed him to catch his breath and relieve some of the pressure. He eagerly gulped down air, feeling his face turn bright red from lack of oxygen. She purposely left him dangling for a few moments before giving him permission to pleasure himself.
"But first, there's one condition," she warned, her voice filled with amusement. "You'll have to keep your mouth open, and your nose buried in my pussy while you cum. That way, you'll get a taste of your own medicine for all the disgusting farts you've been breathing in."
With a deep breath, she positioned herself once more over his face and released a loud, stinky fart right into his waiting mouth. His eyes watered from the stench, but he knew better than to protest. As he reached orgasm, she watched with satisfaction as he struggled to breathe through the combination of gas and his own pleasure.
Their night ended with hours of playful smothering and fart-filled fun. Amirha had found a new toy to add to her collection, and her partner had discovered a whole new level of submission and pleasure. As they collapsed onto the bed, exhausted but satisfied, they both knew that the smotherbench would be making many more appearances in their future intimate encounters.
