One Two Pee - Cory Chase in Pee Punishment for Farting (HD)

When my daughter Cory returned home from school, she immediately headed to her room to get some work done. I could hear soft music playing and the sound of fabric rubbing together from her room, so I decided to check on her. As I gently pushed open the door, I was met with a cloud of pungent smell - clearly, she had been busy folding laundry while dealing with some serious flatulence. She was bent over her dresser, her adorable rear end sticking out, busily folding clothes as she unconsciously released fart after fart into the air.

It's not unusual for teens to pass gas, but the last thing I wanted was for her to fart on her clean clothes. I cleared my throat, and she jumped, startled, before turning around with a blush staining her cheeks. "Hi, Daddy," she said with a forced smile that failed to hide her embarrassment. I couldn't help but chuckle, finding the situation hilarious. "Looks like you've been busy, huh? Don't worry; your secret's safe with me."

As I walked over to her, she began to squirm and shuffle her feet, her eyes darting between my chest and the floor. The smell was overwhelming - it smelled like a mix of rotten eggs and sulfur. I noticed she was still wearing the same pair of panties she'd had on since this morning, and they were soaked through with sweat and farts. Clearly, she hadn't realized how bad it was until just then. "Do you want to try and stop those farts?" I asked casually, pointing at the undies covering her behind.

She nodded eagerly, her cheeks turning even redder as she stepped out of them and lifted her tee-shirt to cover her privates. It was already too late though; the musky scent enveloped the room. I couldn't help but think of all the naughty thoughts this scenario brought to mind. "That's better," I said with a smirk, "but I don't think that's enough." I took her hand and led her over to the bed, pulling off her shirt to expose her perky breasts. She remained silent, her eyes locked on mine pleadingly.

Without another word, I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into a long, passionate kiss. Her lips tasted sweet but mixed were with the metallic tang of sweat and farts. I could feel her heart racing beneath my palms as I fingered her pussy through her panties, making her whimper into my mouth. Suddenly she pulled away, grinning mischievously. "How about I jerk you off instead?" she purred, unzipping my pants and setting to work on my hard length.

Her small hands were surprisingly skilled, and soon enough, I felt my orgasm approaching. I gave her a playful slap on the butt, which she took as encouragement. As I shot my load all over her face and into her panties, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride. But it wasn't over yet. She looked completely drenched in sweat and shame, but I knew there was one more way to make her truly appreciate the power of her own farts...

I pulled out my phone and filmed her, standing over her with my cock still wet and glistening. "This isn't over," I warned her before pushing her onto all fours on the bed. Her gasps echoed around the room as I entered her tight little asshole - she'd never felt anything like it before. As I pounded into her, I could feel her walls clenching around me, trying to resist. But there was no escape - nothing could stop me.

Just when I thought she'd had enough, I pulled out and released a hot stream of piss over her face and glasses. She let out a yelp of surprise before opening her mouth to scream. But it was too late - the shiny liquid dribbled down her chin and neck, and she was left soaked with both my cum and my piss, a disturbing mixture of pleasure and disgust spreading across her face. "Now remember," I said, zipping up, "the next time you feel the need to let one rip, tell me first." With that final word, I left her there, a wet stain on the bed and a permanent reminder of her lesson in humiliation and pleasure.