Devil May Care - Sex Stories

Devil May Care

... questions fired from her pretty mouth like a machine gun. "N-no. No. No Princess Zee. No-" I tried my best to keep up with her. "Do you want me to punish you? Do you want to be hurt? Do you like being in pain?" She continued, and handed me her glass of wine. "N-n-no-no. No Princess Zee. Please no more pain. Please. I want to please you. please." I quivered as I took her glass. "Go throw that shit down the sink. And come back here immediately." She ordered me. "Yes, Princess Zee." I replied and scuttled off back to the kitchen. I did exactly as I was told, and poured the wine down the sink. I ran the water from the tap quickly to wash it all down and then hurried back to the living room. "Come here. Kneel before me." She demanded. I walked over to her, and knelt down onto my knees infront of her. She put her feet down and sat forward, so my body was between her legs. "You got a lot to make up for bitch, haven't you?" She asked. "Yes, Princess Zee." I replied. "And you'll do anything to make up for it, won't you bitch?" She asked. "Yes, Princess Zee. Anything." I replied. "Good, bitch." She smiled at me, and placed her hand to my sore cheek. Her handprint still reddened my skin. She softly and tenderly stroked my cheek. She then quickly moved her hand away from my face. I flinched. Closed my eyes. She chuckled cruelly. She then slowly and gently tapped her fingers to my face, in a real soft slap motion. She then held her hand onto my cheek, and just stared into my eyes, a ...

... playful smile on her gorgeous face. Just staring... *PFFLLFLFLFLFBBLFLFF!* A sudden rumble of a muffled fart came from beneath her where she sat. I almost gasped. Her expression didn't change. She just continued to stare into my eyes, smiling playfully at me. "Sniff it." She suddenly told me. I looked at her, a little unsure. "Go on. I know you like that sort of thing. Sniff my fart." She grinned. Without saying a word, I leaned my face down between her thighs, and sniffed. She grabbed a hold of my hair, to hold my head in place. The air felt a little warmer against my face between her thighs, but all I could smell was the small faint subtle trace of her fart. I kept sniffing regardless though, and was getting immensely wet from the humiliation. "Ha ha, you're so pathetic! Look at you, dirty bitch. Sniffing my fart." She teased and taunted me. *Pffaarrmmfttblblblbththfff...* Another quieter but still fairly long fart rumbled out of her, muffled by the cushion of the sofa. The way she was sitting meant the air blew from her butthole into the direction of my face. I felt the warm air rush over me, caressing my cheeks. I breathed in long, slow and deep through my nose. It was a much stronger smell than before. So strong, yet oddly sweet. Like as if perfume had been sprayed over steaming broccoli. I was incredibly turned now. My nipples felt like they would rip holes through my silver-sequined vest top. My black thong felt soaked through and through, like as if I'd been wearing them ...