Carla Santos gazed down at the man kneeling before her, his face just inches from her firm, round ass. She could see the hunger in his eyes as he looked up at her, anticipation and eagerness clear on his face. She loved the power she held over him, the control she could exert with just a simple command.
She reached down and grabbed a roll of packing tape from the nearby table, holding it up for him to see. His eyes widened as he understood what she intended. With a wicked smile, she began tearing off lengths of tape and pressing them against his cheeks and lips, pinning his mouth shut against his will. He struggled against the adhesive at first, but soon submitting to her dominance.
Carla chuckled darkly as she stepped back, admiring her handiwork. The man was now completely at her mercy, his face taped to her ass cheeks, his mouth secured tightly over her most intimate opening. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air. As she let it out, she felt a rumbling deep in her gut. It was time to play the fart game.
She lowered her hand to her exposed pussy, teasing herself through her panties as she clenched herbuttocks tightly. With one more deep breath, she let loose a massive fart. It blasted into the man's mouth, filling it with the putrid stench of her ass. He gagged and choked as he desperately tried to escape the noxious fumes.
"Swallow it," Carla hissed, her voice dripping with menace. The man nodded weakly, doing as he was told. He closed his eyes and tried to block out the taste of her fart, but it lingered on his tongue, making him feel both repulsed and aroused at the same time.
"That's a good boy," Carla purred, slapping his hair playfully. She reached down and gave her ass a sharp slap, letting loose another volcanic eruption. This time, she kept them coming, one after another, each one more powerful than the last. The man took every single one of them into his mouth, his head bobbing along to the rhythm of her flatulence.
As the farts subsided, Carla leaned forward, her breath warm against his ear. "Good thing for you," she whispered seductively, "I have a whole jar of freshly squeezed ass juice ready for you to drink. Every time you burp or fart from now on, you have to take a sip. And if you think swallowing my farts was good, just wait until you taste what's inside you now."
She straightened up, a wicked grin on her lips. The man looked up at her, dazed and overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through him. He nodded weakly, his eyes pleading for more of her perverse affections.
"Good boy," Carla cooed, reaching down to stroke his hair. "Now let's see how many farts we can get out of you before I let you go."
The man smiled back at her, his face still stuck to her ass, anticipating her every move. The game was on, and he was hers to play with as much as he could handle.
