Toilet Slaves Scatology - I Farted on My Boyfriends Face!

Once inside my luxurious home, I kicked off my heels and headed straight for the bathroom. Work had been particularly stressful today, and all I could think about was relieving myself. My boyfriend, meanwhile, was waiting for me on the living room couch, his eyes fixed on the door, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "What's wrong with you, slave?" I asked, walking into the room. "You look like you've seen a ghost." "I'm just eager to please my mistress," he replied, standing up and bowing deeply. "My mistress's body must be aching after a hard day at work." I laughed at his ridiculous antics but couldn't help being turned on by his enthusiasm. He knew exactly what buttons to push to make me want him. "Alright, come here," I said, patting the spot next to me on the couch. "But remember, this is for my pleasure, not yours." He climbed onto the couch and settled in behind me, his warm breath tickling the base of my neck. Despite my earlier comment, I could feel his erection pressing against my backside. "Now, where were we?" I asked, leaning forward to brush my lips against his ear. "Oh yes, you were all hot and horny, weren't you?" I reached down and gripped his hard cock through his pants, giving it a firm squeeze. "That's right," he moaned. "I can't wait to feel your perfect body against mine." My pussy was throbbing with anticipation, but I decided to play a little game with him first. Slowly, I stood up and turned around, giving him a teasing look over my shoulder. "Come on, slave," I purred. "I want you to show me how much you want it." Without waiting for his response, I sank down onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. My slit was glistening with anticipation, the scent of my arousal filling the room. "Now, slave," I whispered, running my fingers through his hair. "Eat me out." He didn't hesitate, his tongue darting out to trace the edge of my pussy lips. The feeling of his hot breath and eager tongue on my sensitive skin sent shivers down my spine. As he feasted on my cunt, I closed my eyes and let out a satisfied sigh. This was bliss. And then, I felt it. The familiar sensation of a fart building up inside me. I couldn't hold it in any longer. "Looks like my mistress has some treats for her slave," I giggled, pushing his head deeper into my crotch. With a loud crack, my fart wafted up into his face, filling the room with its putrid stench. To my surprise, instead of pulling away in disgust, he let out a moan of pleasure. "That's it, slave," I purred. "You like that, don't you?" He nodded vigorously, his tongue still dancing over my clit. I gripped the back of his head tighter, pressing his face against my dripping pussy. Before long, I felt the familiar warmth spreading between my legs. "Oh fuck yes," I moaned, arching my back as a wave of pleasure washed over me. "Suck it up, slave." He eagerly accepted my offering, his tongue lapping up every drop of my essence. As he did, another fart built up inside me, even stronger than the last one. This time, instead of holding it in, I let it go. "Booooooom!" I cheered, filling the room with a second cloud of stinky gas. "That's how a real mistress treats her slave." Despite the smell, my boyfriend was still going strong, his tongue working overtime to clean my pussy of every drop of cum. I couldn't believe how much he loved this filthy game we played. Finally, satisfied that he had made me cum enough, I pushed him away, breathing hard. "That's enough for now," I declared, standing up to face him. "But keep that tongue nice and clean, just in case we need it again later." With a mischievous smile, I peeled off my wet panties and grabbed hold of his cock, guiding it to my ass. "Now, let's see if you can satisfy your mistress properly this time." And so, my boyfriend began to fuck me from behind, his cock sliding in and out of my tight ass, while I moaned and groaned in pleasure. It was the perfect end to a long, hard day.