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This was taken a while back. But I love ripped underwear haha

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Jocked & Loaded: Green

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too much choice

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The Fart Room - Part 2

Sounds of greetings came muffled through the closed door. They were there for a minute or two, taking off shoes and jackets, the odd sound of cans and bottles clinking. The sound grew a little louder and then there was a tap on the door of the Fart Room; the cupboard under the stairs where you were knelt chained to the wall.

A round of laughter from guests who arrived that trailed off as they went through to start the party. You heard music playing in another room but otherwise you were left to your silent solitude. Your thoughts of utter humiliation, of shame and embarrassment. With each passing moment the dread built inside of you, knowing at any minute someone might come in and put you to work as the party's fart filter. But for a while nothing happened, your silence only interrupted by the odd knock at the front door or ring of the doorbell. The sound of the arrivals greeting the host, and the repeated tap at your door followed by cheers, laughs or applause. You imagined each time the host was informing the guests of your attendance. That their farts would be taken care of tonight.

Your phone had been taken from you so you weren't sure how much time had passed. But you thought it may have been at most half an hour. The newcomers seemed to have stopped, everyone coming was here and the party was in full swing out there. Over the music now was the general loud murmur of conversations. Each time a voice would get louder you froze, expecting the door to open, but then the voice would trail off as they went to another room.

At one point you heard someone walking up the stairs, and you had a moment of realisation. What if one of them went to the toilet, took a shit, and then later came to visit you! The host had pulled his pants down to give you his farts without a barrier, was that what they'd all do?! You started counting the seconds between people going upstairs and back down. So far everyone seemed quick, just a piss you hoped. The last guy went up the stairs and about half way up started jumping up and down on them, right above your head giving you an awful fright that caused you to hit your head on the low ceiling. He carried on, laughing as he went.

Eventually though, your luck ran out. The door opened and a man walked in. He was huge. He reminded you of those who'd compete on World's Strongest Man. You knew he'd be incredibly strong but the body gave a more chubby aesthetic. He struggled to manoeuvre in the room.

"Evening". He said but didn't wait for a response as he pivoted on the spot. His large ass coming round to your face.

BBRRPPPBBB

BBBRRRRPPPP

PPPPBBBBPPP

The farts came out thick and fast. They still made you jump each time, causing you another bump to the head since you'd been leaning so far back to avoid having to get close to the man. He looked like a slob in his joggers and faded vest. You assumed he struggled to find clothes to fit his frame.

"Oi!" he barked.

Bringing you back to attention. Before you could even respond or react he backed up. Your head crushed against the ceiling, the sides of your face engulfed by his large cheeks. The light was blocked out.

He held you there. Your nose pressed up against his hole. You could barely breathe. Each inhalation filled your lungs with his gas. The smell of day long sweat absorbed in to the joggers mixed in with the rank shitty smell of his farts.

"There we go". He cooed above. Slowly rocking his ass side to side, taking your face with it.

"Breathe it in and I'll report back you're doing a good job. Apparently I'm the first guest of the night to use you. Not surprising as I usually can't go long without letting rip"

Bbbbrrrrrpppppp

"Oh, right on cue"

Again he rolled his ass across your face. "Breathe it in".

After each subsequent fart he let the silence of the room hang, only disturbed by the desperate breathing attempts you made from beneath his ass. The weight was crushing you nose and your skull, you fought back the desperate need to push him off you. Fearing what would happen if you tried. Instead you let his rolling ass take your head without resistance, it helped spread the pressure and on each end the of the arc you got a bit more room to inhale the noxious air.

"Good job, see you later". With that he stepped away. The light blinding you. Out through the door he went, leaving you alone again. The room had the remnants of his farts. A sulphurous smell. Having been struggling to breathe for so long you took in deep lungfuls. The smell soon vanished, the next person would be grateful of that.

From outside there was a moment and then a crowd of cheers. He must have been telling the room you had done a good job, you were performing in your role as the party fart filter.

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currently fantasizing about a guy coercing me into a ‘rimjob’ and it immediately turning into something else

i think it’s disgusting, i say no, but he’s insistent. “just try it out” he says, “i’ll stop immediately if you hate it.”

i concede, eagerness to please him overpowering my disgust. i lay down flat, eyeing him as he strips himself of his pants and hovers over me. he spreads his cheeks, and i see his asshole flex.

before i can back out, he drops himself on my face. it’s rank, snd i regret my decision to give in. his asshole is pressed against my lips.

“open up.” he demands, and i hesitantly do as he says. my lips are basically suctioned around his asshole, and i get ready to lick, when his hand grabs my head to hold me in place and he strains.

a nasty fart enters my mouth with a loud PFFFBBBBT, and i immediately gag and cough, squirming and wiggling underneath him.

i hear an “ahhh, fuck” and a sigh of relief. i feel like i’m gonna vomit immediately.

he wiggles his ass a little, burrowing my face deeper in. i tap on his thigh, squirm, cry; anything to show that i don’t want to do this anymore. he ignores me in favor of leaning back, putting his full weight on my face. “stick your tongue out.” i don’t. he smacks me, “i said stick your fucking tongue out, whore, or i’ll shit on your face.”

i feel tears stream down my face, and i do as he says, fearing that he’s not bluffing.

i tentatively lick his hole as he pushes against my tongue. i hear groans of satisfaction above me; i can tell he’s jerking off.

he rips another one, silent, this time so foul i swear it burns my tastebuds off.

he huffs out a laugh, “does it taste as good for you as it did for me?” i sob as he talks loudly about what he had to eat. he tells me how great of a girlfriend i am for helping out with his tummy troubles, how he knows he can’t eat certain foods, but it just tastes so good. and why should he restrict himself when he has such a kind, compassionate girl willing to help him out?

i lay there, huffing each one of his farts without choice, gasping for air every time he readjusts and frees my head for just a moment. there are a couple times where i beg him to stop, to let me up, but he just laughs at me and sits back down.

if i’m lucky, he’ll run out of gas soon, if not, well, hopefully he’ll move before gas turns into something more solid

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Let me sit on your pretty face by force

After having pinned you down and forcefully cuffed your hands together. You might struggle, whimper or beg me to stop. But I won’t. Instead I’ll laugh. Instead I’ll chuckle. Instead I’ll slap your face so hard your vision goes blurry. Until you taste your own blood due to the stinging of that hit. And then. Then I’m slowly taking my time to undress. Slowly taking of my musky boxers and stuffing them in your mouth after rubbing your face in them. And then.

As you lay there. Helpless. Struggling. Whimpering. I’ll start exploring your body. Ripping of pieces of your clothing. Groping you. Fingering you. Slapping your tits. And eventually. Crawling on top of your face. Pushing my heavy body weight onto you. Resting each of my thick warm thighs at the sides of your face. Before pushing down.

Sitting on your face. My heavy balls and fat cock resting on your face as I humiliate you for being nothing more than a pathetic cockwipe. Humiliating you by force and reminding you that you are just a lowly cockrest. That you will stink of ballsack, cock and pre-cum after I’m done with you. Forcing my heavy balls on your nose, your mouth still covered, so that you are forced to sniff my balls. This while I slowly but surely start jerking off my shaft. Drops of pre-cum dribbling onto your face. Before I start rubbing my cock and precum all over your cheeks and lips. Before I take off your boxer-mouth-gag and start forcefully fucking your mouth while pinching your nose. Literally skullfucking you. As the sounds of your pathetic gagging and gargling fill the room. And I won’t stop. Even if your own face is plastered and covered in pre-cum and your own spit. Even if you struggle to breathe. I won’t stop. I’ll continue.

Only pulling out my cock so that I can rub my balls all over your lips. Only stopping to truly sit onto your face and grind on it. Degrading you while also forcing you to rim my ass. And then. As I’m sitting on your sloppy, bruised and used face. I might eventually get off. Grab your tongue out of your mouth. Holding it out while threatening you. Before jerking off my fat load of cum onto your tongue. Pumping wave after wave of cum on your face and tongue. Making you my true little cumrag. My pathetic little seat.