Sniff Addiction in the Chaldain Abyss - Sex Stories

Sniff Addiction in the Chaldain Abyss

... and it pushed him further into the abyss of depravity as he inhaled her gas and then, she farted again, only this time, it was a full and airy fart that seemed to last for a full minute. He smelled it. Amara and the young, young girls laughed. The dancer pulled away and turned around quickly and bent down to put her face of fury to his and in slow and firm words and a stern voice she said, "YOU are going to worship my ASS!" He struggled but his own lust held him captive. He shook his head. He couldn't muster words. "YOU!" she repeated, "Will worship my ASS!" Again he struggled and shook his head. The dancer with the Persian eyes softened her voice, "Do you want to smell my ass ever again? Of course you do. You must have it. You cannot live now without it. You will beg and I will say 'no', unless you worship my ass!' "Wh . . . " Shadi stammered. "Wh . . .." Amara leaned in close to him once again. "She means, worship her ass. Do you know what that means?" He shook his head slowly. Amara continued, "It means . . . (she paused) . . . it means for you to kiss her anus. Kiss it. Kiss it with passion." Shadi protested. He could never do that. He WOULD never do that. It was beneath a Sandavan to kiss like that. But, Amara reminded him that he wouldn ever again imbibe of the dancer's scent nor of Amara nor of the young, young girls and, in time, Shadi's desperation caused him to hang his head and silently agree. The dancer stood strong before him, her buttocks near to his right ...

... cheek. "Are you ready?" she asked with triumph in her tone. She slowly bent over, then more bending, until her cheeks spread and her ass hole was clearly visible. She aligned herself with Shadi's face and told him to look. He knew there was no point in resisting because he had already lost the war within himself. He looked. Passion rose within him. It was unreal. He had never imagined . . . never bargained . . . never . . . "Kiss my ass!" the dancer demanded. "NOW!" Like a forlorn and scolded puppy, he brought his helpless face to her ass and his lips puckered and he pushed himself toward the "mark" and his lips pressed to her anus and he kissed the dancer's ass hole. "Say you love it! Say it!" she demanded and he sheepishly admitted to her that he loved it and after a dozen kisses, he admitted to himself that he loved it. With that internal admission, he threw his past and his future to the side in one swipe of sensuality and locked his mouth to her ass hole and he kissed and he kissed and he kissed. He kissed with such passion that an onlooker might think he was making out with her ass hole, which he was. Amara pulled his face from her ass and presented her own posterior and that of both the young, young girls and he worshipped all of their asses by kissing their scented and tight rosebuds. He didn't know how long it all went on, but with dawn came a new hope for him that the tumult was over; the storm had passed; that he had gotten to the end of Amara's song and it was time for ...