By: SuperBeak
It all started with a text, “hey, get ready to go out tomorrow… wear something cute.”
Freyja already knew that she’d have no choice, unless she wanted Kuma to find out about her recent affairs. As much as she regretted her actions, having her entire relationship laying in the palms of some mistress that she’d met through dating apps, it excited her to no end.
Worriedly but excitedly, she replied. “Okay…”
Turning over, she looked at her sleeping boyfriend. She almost wanted to cry, betraying her boyfriend for some cheap thrills, someone who had risked a lot and worked unbelievably hard to get them where they were now. But the turn on that Hiromi provided overpowered any logic or reasoning she could muster, consumed by her own lust. Putting a hand on Kuma’s cheek, she slowly drifted off to sleep.
That morning, Freyja woke up to an empty bed, it seemed that Kuma had gotten an early start.
Groggily, she walked down the stairs.
“Kuma…?” She called out, looking around the house.
Reaching the bottom floor, she opened the door to the garage, peering in. Greeted by an all too cheery smile filled with an almost child-like whimsy.
“Good morning, babe!” Kuma said, putting his wrench down. He walked over, giving her a peck on the cheek. “I’d hug you but… my hands are kinda oily.”
“That’s okay… what’re you working on?” She asked, looking further in, the car he was working on wasn’t his blue Mitsubishi Evo but a black, highly modified Nissan 350z. “That’s not the blue one…”
“Oh this? Yeah I just got it! I made a little extra on a side bet and one of the guys offered this thing, awesome right?!” He said, excitedly waving his hands towards it.
“Where’s the blue car?”
“What do you mean? It’s right there.” He said, pointing outside the garage door.
“Oh… okay…” She looked outside the garage door, sure enough the blue Mitsubishi was sitting there, its blue paint sparkling in the morning sunrise.
“What’s up babe, you seem tense?” Kuma asked, his head leaning left in confusion.
“It’s uhh… it’s nothing, I’m just going out today…”
Freyja was nervous, she hadn’t gone out in quite some time and was worried that he’d think something was off.
“Huh… alright, you need a ride?"
“Oh, no… it’s okay. They’ll pick me up…”
“Okay, just gonna grab lunch or something?” He asked, picking his wrench back up.
“Why?”
“Just wondering, just wondering.” He said, putting his hands up. “Just have a good time, if you need me, call me. I’ll be going to help set up the new shop tonight so I’ll be out for a while.”
“Okay, love you babe.”
“Love you too…” With that, he went back under the hood of the Nissan, wrenching away at something.
“Always tinkering with cars…” She thought to herself as she walked off to get ready.
An hour and some change later…
Freyja hopped down the stairs, both nervous and excited for what her mistress had planned for the two of them that day. She had definitely dressed for the occasion, wearing one of her favorite frilly sundresses. It was short, going down to right above her knees, patterned with white flowers. Her shoes, cute little white flats, accented her dress nicely. Kuma would’ve loved to see her dressed like this but he had already left for the shop.
Walking outside, she saw a car waiting for her. It was a black Mercedes SUV, wearing all black limo tint all the way around. Sinister in appearance, she was slightly off put by its presence.
As she walked up, the window lowered. Hiromi was there, in casual but seductive punk style attire. A white t-shirt, black leather pants and leather jacket and wearing black studded boots.
Her hair, well kept in a nice long ponytail. “Get in…” She called out, motioning her hand for Freyja to get inside.
“H-hiii~” Freyja said, cheerfully hopping into Hiromi’s car.
“Aren’t you cute~” She said, eyeing Freyja up and down.
“What are we going to do?” Freyja asked, nervous about what Hiromi was going to say.
“We’re going on a date, dummy.” She said, rolling her eyes. “You’re my girl today…”
Freyja’s heart skipped a beat.
“A…a date?!” She asked, her cheeks going bright red. “B-but… I have a b-boyfriend…”
“Oh drop the innocent act…” Hiromi said, her tone becoming slightly annoyed. “If you really gave a shit about him, you wouldn’t have gotten involved with me… now come on, let’s go.”
The two drove off. Hiromi let one of her hands rest on Freyja’s inner thigh, rubbing it sensually.
A sadistic smile formed on her face as she did so. “Open the glove box.” She said, giving Freyja’s thigh a soft squeeze.
Opening the container, Freyja saw a simple set of white panties.
“Don’t worry, they’re brand new… just put it on.”
“O-oh… okay…” Slowly, she pulled off her own panties, using the pair Hiromi gave her. “Why…why?”
“You’ll see…”
Unfortunately, Freyja wouldn’t realize her mistake until much, much later.
Having arrived at the mall, nothing seemed amiss. It was a bright, sunny day and the mall seemed full of life. Couples and families were moving up and down the unbelievably large, ornately decorated hallways. Vendors in the middle pouncing like lions, trying to sell various different types of cologne, paperweights, and other items. The stores were full of people trying to pick their next outfit or next theme. Truly a bustling day.
“Well don’t be shy~” Hiromi said, raising her elbow for Freyja to wrap her arm around.
“Are…are we…?”
“I told you, this is a date…” Hiromi stuck out her elbow again. This time, Freyja latched on and Hiromi pulled her closer. “Good girl.”
Rather surprisingly, Freyja found herself having a pretty wholesome time. She felt as if her and Hiromi were an actual couple. After first going to a few collectible stores and playing around with some of the various knick-knacks, the two found themselves at the food court, enjoying a nice lunch together.
“So he really spends that much time in the garage…?” Hiromi asked, continuing their conversation.
“Yeah! It’s crazy, if he’s not at work, he’s working on that godforsaken car… and he just got another one!” Freyja said, complaining about Kuma’s lack of attention towards her.
It was then, when things would start to go wrong. Roman, a good friend of Kuma, who knew Freyja, spotted her out of the corner of his eye.
“Oh shit, it’s Kuma’s girlfriend!” He said, tapping his friend’s arm and pointing. “Let’s see what’s up, he might be here too.”
But as he walked over, Hiromi, not Kuma, came into view. “Huh… who’s that?” He asked.
“Probably just a friend…” His buddy said, shrugging it off.
It was at that moment, while Roman and his buddies were watching, Hiromi motioned for Freyja to come closer. They watched as Freyja leaned forward, Hiromi pulling her into a deep, long kiss. Though they were a decent distance away, they could tell there was definitely spit swapped in that show of affection.
“Or… maybe not…” The guy said, “Think he knows?”
Roman shook his head, he could feel himself getting angry for his friend. “Nah man, Kuma’s not an open relationship kinda guy…”
“Should we tell him…?”
“Nah, not yet…” Roman said, putting his hand on his chin. “Kuma might not believe just our words, we’ll need some kind of proof…”
“What’re you suggesting we do?”
“You guys don’t do anything, I’ll take care of it, they’ll see a group like us following them around…” He said, grabbing his phone. “I’ll catch ya’ll later…”
With that, he walked towards the two girls, keeping a small distance.
“Ready to go, babe~?” Hiromi asked, picking up her tray.
“Yeah, I’m ready…” Freyja replied, cheerfully hopping up with her own tray in hand.
Roman watched as Freyja stood up, giving the other girl a peck on the cheek as they put their trays on the trashcan and continued on their date through the mall.
“The hell’s she up to?” He thought to himself, “And who is that…?”
He continued to follow them, taking a snapshot every so often whenever they did anything he thought would prove she was being unfaithful.
The two girls walked into a large department store, first looking at various leather jackets.
“I could really use another one of these…” Hiromi said, grabbing one. “Come on, we’ll find something for you too…”
Next, the two girls had gone to the lingerie section. Eyes practically bulging at the price tags of the very thin strands that these companies called “clothes.” Grabbing a black pair of thigh highs and a skimpy black dress, Freyja walked up to Hiromi and kissed her on the lips. “Let’s go try these on, babe~” She said, practically pulling Hiromi by her hand into the dressing rooms.
As they entered the area for the fitting rooms, Hiromi took the lead, pulling Freyja to the fitting room the farthest from the entrance. Freyja wondered why the sudden rush until she heard it…
The grumbling…
Which could only mean one thing…
Rushing into the stall, Hiromi shoved Freyja against the wall, pushing her lips into Freyja’s. Pushing her tongue into Freyja’s mouth with an insatiable hunger, their tongues dancing almost as if they were on ice. Figure skating with nothing but passion for each other, lovingly twisting and spinning around like tomorrow would never come. And to be fair, Freyja wished it so…
To escape her boring life…
Kuma was loyal, a good husband but not a good boyfriend… whatever sense that made… and Freyja thought that he would never be able to provide the same kind of excitement that she was feeling right now.
She heard the grumble again…
“Sniff this, babe…” Hiromi said, pushing Freyja by her shoulders to the ground. Pulling her pants down, she squatted, pinning Freyja’s head to the wall with her panty-clad ass. Freyja’s nose being pushed deep into Hiromi’s pucker.
“Pffft!”
A small but strong fart warmed Freyja’s nose.
“Fuck that stinks… I said sniff!” She whispered, grabbing Freyja’s head, pushing back harder with her butt.
“MMMPH!” Freyja struggled slightly as she sniffed, the smell of greasy food farts burning her nose.
“Pfffrrrrt!”
“Sniff!” Hiromi quietly commanded, not giving Freyja any kind of break. Pulling out a small remote, she pushed a button.
“RMPH?!” Freyja jolted slightly, feeling the panties that Hiromi gave her begin vibrating profusely right on her most sensitive spot.
Hiromi grabbed Freyja’s phone from her purse, opening it up without the need for a password.
“Wow, no password?” She said, starting to go through her photos. “You’re really risking it here, huh…?”
“Pffft!”
“-sniff- MPH! GRK! -sniff-” Try as she might, Freyja couldn’t help but gag. That last fart was small but potent, what it lacked in duration it made up more than enough for in concentrated smell.
“Ooh~ That one burned on the way out~” Hiromi whispered, a shiver going down her spine.
Hiromi let out a small chuckle, looking at Freyja’s photos. On the screen was a photo of her and Kuma, sharing a seemingly passionate kiss on a boardwalk, right in front of a breathtakingly beautiful, bright orange sunset. “Cute…” She said, briefly getting off of Freyja’s face. “Come on… give me a passionate kiss of our own…”
Slowly, she pulled down her own panties and spread her buttcheeks apart exposing a brown, dirty and grimy, post-fart pucker.
“Oh god…” Freyja thought to herself as she leaned forward. Before she could plant her lips on it, she was slapped by its unwashed, musky smell. Begrudgingly, she pushed herself forward, planting her lips on the unwashed fart-hole. The taste immediately sent a shock down her spine, her back recoiling as her body rejected the awful flavor. Despite this, she continued to french-kiss the soiled starfish, having never kissed Kuma anywhere near as passionately.
“Ah~” Hiromi moaned, “That’s it, slut… get your tongue deep in there.” Pulling out the remote again, she set the vibration function to max, letting out a deep, brassy fart into Freyja’s mouth simultaneously.
“BRRRAAP!!”
“-gulp- GRK!” Freyja gagged as the fart wasn’t entirely gas, some wet speckles of shit clung to the insides of her throat.
Hiromi pushed Freyja back up against the wall, her ass practically forcing Freyja’s jaw open.
Freyja moaned loudly into the confines of Hiromi’s ass as the panties vibrated against her g-spot at max setting.
“Shut up…” Hiromi whispered, “Unless you want the store employees to hear you and come back here… seeing you eat my ass and soon my shit like the dirty slut you are…”
Freyja whimpered, doing her best to keep quiet as the excitement and pleasure sent shivers up her spine. The risk of being caught, the extreme vibrations, the dirty talk, all led to the panties she was wearing quickly becoming soaked in her own juices.
“Pffffrt! BLORT!”
An extremely wet fart erupted into Freyja’s mouth, almost entirely muffled thanks to the weight of Hiromi’s hips practically sealing Freyja’s mouth to her unwashed pucker. Hiromi took a sniff of the air around her, unable to smell a thing as every bit of the fart was forcefully swallowed by the girl underneath her.
“I can’t smell anything… good girl~” She said, patting Freyja’s head. “Hope you’re ready for your meal…”
“PFFFRRRRSHHHHLLLP!”
“BLORRRRRTTTSHHT!”
“MPH! GRK! MMRPH! GRK!” Freyja gagged as she felt a torrent of steaming, liquid shit start to run down her throat. Starting with a small stream, it rather quickly became a raging torrent. Freyja struggled to swallow mouthful after mouthful as her mistress once again violated her mouth in one of the most vile ways possible. The flavor was awful, unlike anything Freyja had ever tasted before, even worse than the first time Mistress Hiromi had used her mouth.
“SHFFRRRRRRRSHHP!” Another wave of hot liquid waste rushed into Freyja’s mouth, forcing her cheeks to puff out as she was still struggling to finish the last mouthful.
“Don’t spill a fucking drop…” Hiromi whispered, letting even more of her weight rest on Freyja’s poor mouth.
“-glug- GRK!” Freyja’s arms dropped to her side with her eyes rolled back as she climaxed hard. Practically spraying the ground with her womanly extracts as she swallowed the final bit of Hiromi’s toxic waste.
“Whew… that was a rough one…” Hiromi said, rubbing her stomach. Getting off of Freyja’s face, she grabbed a bottle of water, opening it up and pouring some of its contents into Freyja’s still open mouth. “Swish that around and swallow… I need your tongue to be clean to wipe me up…”
Freyja obeyed. Closing her mouth, she swished the water around, allowing it to pick up any particles that hadn’t yet gone down her throat into her now somewhat bloated belly. Swallowing, she leaned forward, hungrily digging her tongue into Hiromi’s fresh pucker.
“Mmm~ Good girl~” Hiromi moaned, spreading her cheeks so Freyja could get in deeper. “Make sure you get every fold…”
Freyja, for about the next twenty minutes, licked intently. Doing her best to get her tongue into every crack and crevice of the reeking hole in front of her.
After their time in the fitting rooms, about a thousand breath mints and an emergency tooth brushing later, Hiromi and Freyja left the mall with some haste. With an overly confused and concerned Roman following not too far back.
“Pick up…” He said, trying to call Kuma. “Come on, man… pick up…”
No answer.
“Fuck…”
He followed the two women all the way back to Kuma’s house, parking by the side of the road not too far down. He pulled out his phone, capturing Hiromi’s black SUV pulling up to Kuma’s house with the best video clarity he could.
Meanwhile, Hiromi and Freyja, completely unaware of who was watching them, walked into the house. Hiromi grabbed and squeezed Freyja’s ass as they entered the door.
“You ready for another round?” She asked, pulling Freyja closer and putting them face to face.
“Yes…” She said, practically melting in Hiromi’s arms.
“Yes…what?”
“Yes… Mistr–”
“Look at me.” Hiromi commanded. “Yes, what?”
Freyja could feel herself getting wet again, the arousal of being dominated overwhelming any sense she had of right and wrong. “Y-yes…Mistress…”
“That’s better.” Hiromi said, pulling Freyja into the house. “Come on, I’ve got to go again…”
“I’m sorry, bro.” Roman muttered to himself, thumb hovering over the send button. He had all the pictures he had taken and video evidence of Freyja’s affair loaded up and ready to send to Kuma. Was he about to ruin their relationship? He pondered this for a few minutes, wondering if it was the right thing to do.
“Who am I kidding…” He thought, shaking his head. “If she’s doing this… their relationship is already ruined…”
He looked down at his phone, his thumb shaking slightly.
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