Amidst her musings, Amirha spotted a familiar flash of light in the corner of her eye. It was him again, staring longingly at her as she worked out in her backyard. With a heavy sigh, she finished up and got ready for work, knowing that there would be no peace until she confronted him.
The next day, Amirha parked her car and marched directly up to the neighbor's yard. She found Ben, looking even more flustered than usual, as he tried to keep his eyes averted from her lithe form. Without wasting any time, she pulled out the package he had sent her and tossed it towards him.
"I've had about enough of your pathetic attempts to hide your obsession with my ass," she said coldly. "You want to keep looking so badly, be my guest. Just know that I'm onto you, and I'm not afraid to use it."
Ben's face turned an even darker shade of red as he stammered incoherently, trying to explain himself. But Amirha didn't want explanations. She wanted payback, and she had the perfect idea.
"I think it's time we put that little bench of yours to the test," she said with a wry smile, nodding towards the contraption in his yard. "Come on, Cory. Let's see what you're made of."
With a mixture of terror and excitement, Ben followed Amirha into the house. She led him to the basement and pushed him down onto the bench, securing his wrists and ankles tightly. Then, with a smirk, she took her time attaching the latex mask and zipping it up around his face, leaving only a small hole for breathing.
As she worked, Amirha couldn't help but fantasize about the power she held over him. She could do whatever she wanted to his face, and he would be completely at her mercy. The thought made her wet, and she knew that he could feel her getting aroused against his nose.
"Tell me, Cory," she whispered seductively, leaning in close to the hole in the mask. "Are you ready to experience what it's like to be my personal toilet seat? Because that's exactly what you are now."
With a flick of a switch, Amirha engulfed Ben's face in the smell of her dirty gym clothes. She watched with satisfaction as he struggled to breathe against the lingering odor of sweat and body odor. Then, just when she thought he couldn't take any more, she sat down hard on the bench, trapping his face between her sweaty cheeks.
For the next hour, Amirha grinded her hips back and forth, relishing in the power she held over her helpless neighbor. She farted repeatedly into his mouth and nose, forcing him to taste every last puff of putrid gas. And when she felt especially cruel, she'd stop moving altogether, leaving him to suffocate on the stench of her ass.
Finally sated, Amirha released him from the bench and stood up, brushing the remaining pieces of filth off her hands. She watched as Ben struggled to stand, his face a mixture of disbelief and humiliation. Without another word, she turned and left, satisfied in the knowledge that he would never forget about her ass again.
