By: SuperBeak
It was entirely outrageous. American Hollywood, the European film industry, the Asian film industry, it was all bullshit. The quality of production might be as high as can be but the work environment was far from top shelf. In fact, the work environment was quite toxic, as Amanda soon found out. She was a young blonde, just trying to break into a long and successful acting career but it seemed like that dream was never meant to be. Despite her beautiful, american valley girl looks and her better than everyone behaviour, typical of those in the hollywood sphere. She was relatively tall, standing at about 5’8. She had long, blonde and curly hair. Decently well endowed with her bodily assets, though she wished she was a little bit more plump in certain areas. Smoking hot nonetheless, however…
But none of this was aiding in her acting career.
Unfortunately for her and many other aspiring actresses like her, the film industry was far less than… ideal, for someone who held morals close to their heart. At least in regards to sleeping with sleazy men for starring roles, some of which would never come to fruition either. That or they would flop, massively humiliating the actress even more than the degrading acts they’d performed to get the role in the first place. And such a life like that was less than ideal, especially in Amanda’s eyes. She wanted a clean record and clean fame, something not often found in any industry, but she and her agent would keep looking nonetheless.
But as luck would have it, an opportunity for a… somewhat clean claim to fame seemed to manifest itself overnight. It was far from an acting gig but her agent did assure her that she wouldn’t be sleeping with any men for any kind of star role.
Extreme Women’s Wrestling… in Japan.
Definitely not her first choice, but beggars can’t be choosers, so she reluctantly accepted. Booked on the first flight over, she made her way to a new land in search of her stardom… and it almost seemed like she’d found it.
The executives she’d been interviewed by were… a bit on the rigid side, caring more about numbers, profit margins, efficiency and were throwing out as much marketing lingo as her mind could handle, her translator could barely keep up with everything they were trying to say. But none of them tried to sleep with her, a new positive compared to the sleaze bags of yesteryear’s producers. So rather quickly and efficiently, she was signed on for several years worth of extreme women’s wrestling.
Though… she probably should’ve double checked just how extreme…
From what she understood, especially given her lack of research, this was an all women wrestling league, not all too dissimilar to America’s WWE. But this had a few of its own… Japanese twists… There was a ruleset, or rather, a lack thereof regarding certain… movesets. Wrestler’s could keep poor hygiene if they wanted, so long as they weren’t sick, and the things they could do to one another were really only limited to no permanent bodily harm. Almost everything else was fair game, touching, groping, and other acts of a sexual nature. This was disclosed to Amanda of course, not that she really understood anything, the entire meeting she was daydreaming about what her debut in the ring was going to be like.
Nothing too terrible, she was surely going to dominate. At least that’s what she thought. She’d never really been in the rough and tumble ever, the most she’d had to lift her entire life was a carrier bag, her biggest scuffle being little cat fights in the quad of university with other valley girls.
Surely that was enough, right?
…
Sooner than expected, the big night came…
Backstage, she could hear the crowd cheering already. They were a loud, rowdy bunch, their voices practically echoing throughout the halls of the entire building, the sound deafening in the walls completely inadequate to contain the noise to just the stage hall.
Then came the pounding on the door…
“Ms. Amanda? You’re out in five…”
She was preparing, putting on the finishing touches of her costume as she waited in her dressing room. Her costume in her opinion was less than ideal and a little more than revealing, and also… a tad racist? Consisting of a brown stetson hat, resting atop her pretty blonde hair, her torso barely covered up by a star spangled blue bikini top… and some relatively tight, worn looking skinny jeans with some brown cowboy boots. Most of her decently ample breasts were basically on display, her entire midriff completely exposed. She was a little embarrassed though she shrugged this off.
“The price of fame, I suppose.” She thought, looking at herself in the mirror.
The pounding came again.
“Ms. Amanda!”
“Alright, alright! I’m ready!” She called out, standing up.
…
Explosively jumping out from behind a bright blue curtain, Amanda was practically blinded by the sheer light of the show stage, her eyes taking a second to fully adjust. But when they did finally adjust, she was welcomed to a sight that sent a shock of excitement from her head down to her toes.
It was absolutely dazzling…
Everything her heart desired, all in one… single… place…
Fans cheering and roaring, the lights and flashes of everyone taking pictures…
The roar of… over dramatic American heavy metal…
Her name, or rather… her stage name, being cheered on over and over again…
“We’ve got a new challenger today! Arkansas Amanda!”
Hearing what they’d named her, even called out over the PA, seemed to irk her. Her name was as tacky as they come, the marketing teams for this whole event clearly taking advantage of her American heritage to sell more merch and tickets, completely ousting her as an outsider coming in and invading this “sport.” Nonetheless, she was happy to at least have some recognition…
“She’s come all the way from America-land!” The announcer screamed, as Amanda quite dramatically jumped into the ring. She’d been preparing for this as much as she could with the little time she had. Not that they’d forced an unreasonable schedule onto her, she wanted to get into the ring and be famous as fast as she could, so she rushed the training process as quickly as possible. Not that she took the training very seriously of course, this was wrestling of all things, like WWE, it was all scripted anyway… or so she thought… It was weird, at no point in any of the meetings, briefings, or match prep, had she been given any kind of script or told who was supposed to win.
It was an oddity for sure, but it wasn’t like boxing or anything like that, she didn’t have to do any weight loss or weight gain, not even any sparring of any kind. Surely, it was all just a show…
But what the announcer called out next sent a shock right through her spine.
“She’s come all the way to challenge our reigning champ! That’s right! She’s going right for the title! No small matches, no grudge matches, it’s go big or go home!”
It was then everything went dark for a moment… the lights all cut as if the power had gone, the only things illuminating the room being the sudden appearance of glowsticks, all waving in unison as the crowd awaited their champion…
And a champion she was…
Even with the lights off, Amanda could feel her presence… the quiet, subtle thuds of her feet against the show stage in rapid succession…
Her spine shuddered in fear, the lack of lighting covered up her quivering boots. Yet… when the lights finally came on, it was a subversion of her expectations like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
The person walking… or rather… prancing… happily into the ring was like no one she’d ever expected.
She was Japanese, definitely… and she had a… happier than life itself demeanor about her. Smiling, waving, jumping up and down happily as her fans all cheered her name.
“Oshi! Oshi! Oshi!”
“And she’s here! The star champion of the ring three years running!”
Oshi was… apart from her clothing, a very wholesome appearing person. Her outfit was a slim black and white bikini top, in an almost… cow-spot like pattern, and a black set of… jean shorts? Though they were cut so short that one could hardly recognize them as pants, the entirety of her thighs would’ve been out in the open if it weren’t for some knee high black heel boots and thigh high black socks…
Her hair was an almost pink, salmon like color, her eyes a deep hazelnut brown.
She was pretty, very pretty, though leaning on the cute side of things. Her figure only exemplified this… She was of average height, definitely shorter than Amanda, and had a relatively fit and curvy figure. Though still plenty of breast and more than enough ass…
But she was definitely not what Amanda had expected…
“This’ll be a piece of cake.” She thought, smugly looking at the slightly smaller asian girl jumping into the ring.
It in fact…
Was not a piece of cake…
In the opening seconds of the match, Amanda immediately tried to go for a tackle. Her strategy revolved around surprising the smaller girl with her aggression. In her mind, she was going to go for a grab right away, hopefully pushing the girl to the ground and pinning her… not that she really knew how to pin anyone but nonetheless, she tried.
And “she tried” was all anyone could say about it.
It only took a few seconds, maybe even fewer, for the tables to completely turn… not that the odds were in her favor to begin with.
“Woah! Did you all see that!” The announcer screamed at the top of his lungs. “I hope none of you blinked because it looks like Oshi’s already finished this fight!”
Amanda was completely dazed, her body smacking the floor of the ring, hard enough to knock the wind out of her completely. She was still desperately trying to catch her breath when–
“H-huh?!” Amanda gasped, as a shadow suddenly loomed over her, the figure almost completely blocking out all the lights in the arena…
Taking a second to think, it didn’t take long to realize just what… or rather… who… it was. But before she could say anything–
“Uh oh! Amanda’s in some real trouble now!”
As she looked up, she could see Oshi’s ever happy, smug face… looking at her with a little too sly of a smile for her own comfort…
Happily, the asian girl practically danced out of her jean shorts, letting them drop to the floor, revealing an overly cutesy, white and pink striped panty set… with a little pink bow on the front… Though the cameras couldn’t quite capture it, as close as she was, Amanda could see that they were practically dripping… but dripping with what…
“N-no! W-wai–!” Amanda cried out, as Oshi moved to straddle her face…
But it was far too late now…
Oshi dropped her weight, practically landing right on Amanda’s face, wedging her nose up against the folds of her womanhood, with the only barrier the thin fabric of her panties, which squelched cringingly…
“Ooooh! That’s gotta hurt~!” The announcer screamed, “Looks like Amanda just got hit with Oshi’s signature face slam!”
Oshi looked up, blowing kisses to the entire crowd as she raised her arms up, amping up the audience with overtly great success… There wasn’t a single soul in that room that wasn’t chanting Oshi’s name… apart from Amanda, of course…
But that was the least of Amanda’s concerns…
Amanda’s face was completely smushed up against Oshi’s sweaty… really sweaty… womanhood, her nose squelching around as it dug into the fabric. Each squish wrung out a few beads of soaked up sweat, which had nowhere to go but down Amanda’s nostrils… and boy, was that sweat pungent…
So pungent in fact… that Amanda’s eyes were tearing up from the smell alone, let alone the gag reflex triggered by the sweat flooding her nose.
“Oh my god… when was the last time this girl showered…” She thought, thrashing her body about desperately. “G-get off!”
And get off… Oshi was about to… but not in the way Amanda might’ve wanted…
As the audience cheered on Oshi, she grabbed Amanda by the hair, beginning to slowly grind her hips and crotch into Amanda’s face…
“Mmmmpghmmgh!” Amanda cried out, her face becoming coated in Oshi’s sticky, smelly sweat.
“She isn’t… is she… oh my god… is she…?”
Amanda struggled to process what was going on, her mind going into total shock as she was humiliated in a way she never thought possible.
“Mmpgh…”
Yet Oshi kept on grinding… and grinding, finding great pleasure as Amanda’s nose scrubbed against all the right parts of her.
“Oh~ American girl’s nose… feels so good~” Oshi teased, speaking for the first time in this entire fight.
She said it loud and proud, clearly trying to get a rise out of the audience. And a rise she got, as the audience, both men and women alike, cheered in Oshi’s favor.
Given the feedback she wanted, Oshi kept grinding, and grinding, running her crotch in slow, sensual circles around Amanda’s nose, letting her nostrils take a good whiff of one of her most sweaty… and intimate areas.
Amanda could only thrash, trying not to suffocate as her nose ingested more and more sweat. The stench of Oshi’s womanhood practically being seared into her brain…
“Mmm~ Your face is… just right~” Oshi moaned, reeling her head back in pleasure for a second, before looking right into Amanda’s bright blue eyes. “American girl like? No?” She asked…
Amanda shook her head, trying to say no as best she could… though this turned out to only be more of a mistake…
Oshi took pride in knowing that Amanda wasn’t enjoying this and she was going to play it up as best she could. Instead of relaxing, she practically redoubled her efforts in using Amanda’s face as a sex toy, now bumping and grinding into Amanda’s face, practically slapping her with her crotch…
“Ouh~! Ahn~!” Oshi moaned.
Each time Oshi rose slightly, everyone and the cameras could see it, the clear, semi-translucent strands of Oshi’s sex getting wetter and wetter, slapping down with an almost audible squelch.
“Open your mouth… give tongue~” Oshi practically demanded, gripping Amanda’s hair.
Amanda fearfully complied, not wanting to anger Oshi in any way. She could tell just by the girl’s happy go lucky demeanor, she was champion for a reason. Cute and cuddly on the outside… but unstable and sadistic on the inside.
To only add to the humiliation, Oshi pushed the front of her panties to the side, really starting to grind into Amanda’s tongue as her hips swayed left and right, back and forth, making sure that Amanda would never forget the taste of her sweaty pussy…
“Mmmf~ Good tongue~”
Oshi almost couldn’t get enough, continuing to really grind Amanda’s nose deep into her womanhood…
She felt like she could go on forever… at least until she–
“Oough~!”
With a loud, totally not played up, moan into the audience…
“Mpghglghghmmph!” Amanda could only groan and gargle, her nostrils flooding with the orgasmic ejaculations of Oshi’s climax…
The splatter wasn’t also just forcing its way into her, it had made its way onto her face, splattering practically all over it. Her nose blowing sticky, slimy bubbles through Oshi’s womanhood as she struggled to breath…
“Mmmh~ Good girl~” Oshi teased, patting Amanda on the head as she slowly rose up, gooey strands of her climax still clinging on to the poor, smothered girl’s face. “Had enough~?” She asked, teasingly.
“N-no…m-more…” Amanda tried to plead, not even having the strength to lift her arms up and wipe the slick fluid away from her face…
Though, “No” and “more” being put together and spaced out, were probably a poor choice of words, especially when her opponent barely understood and barely spoke English to begin with…
“Ohh~? American girl want more~?”
Oshi blushed profusely, really trying to play up her shyness for the camera.
“Okayyy~ I give more~”
Much to her horror, Amanda, finally managing to wipe her eyes, looked up… greeted by the sight of two moons…
Though… she would’ve preferred if they really were moons… because at least them crashing down onto her would’ve ended her suffering then and there… This set, however, would only further increase her suffering…
Oshi had pushed her panties to the side, the little fabric that slid up her ass crack, covering her asshole, had now gone… and a smelly, puckering hole, absolutely dripping with sweat, was rapidly growing closer with little she could do to stop it.
Even if she didn’t look it, Oshi’s ass was huge… seemingly even bigger with it planted against one's face… and that’s right where Amanda found herself. Her face was completely smushed between the two fleshy moons, her entire head practically engulfed in it. She was practically blinded, as if standing in the dead of night, her only light the flashes of the cameras, twinkling as if they were stars in the sky. Yet she was completely on the ground, about as down to Earth as she could be being mushed underneath a musky, smelly butt.
And speaking of smelly… Oshi’s asshole was the very definition of it.
Musky, pungent…
Sticky…
And Amanda’s nose was right up against it, beads of even nastier, diluted ass gunk sweat was now making its way into her nostrils… Amanda thrashed even harder than before, much to no avail…
“Mmm… good smell~?” Oshi teased, really grinding her asshole into Amanda’s nose, making sure that every single breath of air Amanda got was tainted… leaving no nose hair unturned and unruined.
Despite her words, the smell was far from good… far from tolerable…
Far from anything that Amanda would want to be smelling… and unfortunately for her, the smell of it would be infused into her nose… permanently…The fishy, eggy… exotic asian scent of her gas, so hot it seared its scent into her memory…
“Mmmgngggnh! Glghk… glg…”
Amanda could only gag softly as she writhed back and forth, desperately trying to get Oshi off of her. Desperately, she slapped away at Oshi’s surprisingly plush thighs…
“No, no, no~” She said, grabbing Amanda’s hands, pinning them with an unexpected amount of strength and ease. “American girl want, American girl get~”
She bent over forward, giving the crowd and the cameras a perfect view. Putting on display just how deep Amanda’s nose was wedged into her asscrack, practically about to penetrate her butthole…
“Ooooh! That’s gotta stink!” The announcer exclaimed, “Looks like Amanda just got introduced to Oshi’s special stinkface! I hope she doesn’t think this is the end of it, as you all know part two is about to–”
“BBBPPLLLOOOORRRPT!”
“MMMMMNNGGH!” Amanda screamed, despite being completely muffled. “GLGGK! HRLGHK!”
Oshi lifted up for a brief moment, a string of gooey butt slime clinging to Amanda’s nose as Oshi showed off her reeking post-fart asshole…
“American girl like~?” She teased, smiling smugly…
“P-please… n-n-o… no… m-more…”
“Oou~ Go? American girl say go~?”
“W-wait…. n-nO–MMppgh…”
It was brutal, Oshi slammed her hips down even harder onto her face… Now definitely, her nose was wedged up into that reeking pucker… Her nostrils pushed open as the tip of her nose pushed up against the foul flesh, completely open and vulnerable for more of Oshi’s fishy, reeking asshole…
“Please… have mercy…” Amanda thought…
Though there was no mercy in Oshi’s heart to give.
Constantly, she flexed her asshole, making it pucker over and over again, practically kissing Amanda’s nostrils…
The crowd cheered yet again, thoroughly enjoying Oshi’s brutality over the American…
But Oshi wasn’t finished…
“FRRRPT!”
“BRROOORRP!”
“BRAPPFRT!”
She was relentless… After every pucker, every sloppy, sweaty butthole kiss planted on the tip of Amanda’s nose, came ever more farts… Each of them short but loud and horrid in smell. What they lacked in length was made up for tenfold by sheer intensity… and it was an intensity that only continued to grow…
Though “grow” was an understatement…
The intensity multiplied… almost exponentially…
Each fart making Amanda gag harder and harder, her mind almost shifting to complete mush at this point… but this still wasn’t the end. Ruthlessly, Oshi continued to gas her… and gas her…
“BRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPTT!”
“BLORRPHHRRRPT!”
Over and over again she continued to rip fart after fart, thoroughly beating in her scent into Amanda’s poor nose. Overtime, her farts became even worse…
At first they were warm and dry… though they soon became wet… very wet…
Amanda’s tears were practically replaced by fart juice, enough of it had leaked down her nostrils and were forced up and out of her after every consecutive fart…
“Mmmpghh…. Mmpghh…”
She continued to cry, the only conscious thing she had control over at this point. Her entire being an embodiment of suffering…
She struggled slightly, the despair within her growing more and more… She couldn’t sit still anymore… she had to move, she had to fight… she had to do something…
And in the end… it only led to her angering her captor… much more to her detriment if she’d only sat still and taken it…
But alas, she didn’t, her body choosing to fight rather than lie back in wait… and it would be her nose that paid the price…
Oshi quickly grew tired of the constant wriggling, the feeling of her ass cheeks being slapped over and over again.
“Hmph…” She huffed, slamming her weight onto Amanda’s face once more. “Bad girl…” She said, grinding her asshole super hard onto Amanda’s nose, so hard she practically forced the tip of it inside of her pucker.
“Only air you breathe… come from butt, okay?”
Though this was really a question, nor was it a command, Amanda’s nostrils too completely encased in butthole to be anything less than fact. And to make matters somehow even worse, Oshi clenched, totally reinforcing the seal between Amanda’s nostrils and her own rear exit. Amanda now experiencing the entirety of Oshi’s bowels through smell alone…
It was as if she wasn’t already acquainted, the farts from earlier practically being a faint smell in a passing breeze compared to this pure level of intensity, her guts were clearly more abhorrent on the inside, Oshi was definitely holding back before…
But in her angered state, it seemed that dam was about to break…
“PFRRRRRRPT!”
“BLRRRRRRROOOPPTTT!”
“Take it, stupid girl.”
“BRRRROOORRRPT!”
“PPPRRRPT!”
“Ouuughh! Can you smell that? Because I can! And… glg… God, I think I’m aboutta throw up… I don’t even wanna imagine what Amanda’s going through right now! Just look at her kick and listen to her scream!”
“And it looks like our champ still isn’t done!”
“PRRRROORRRPT!”
It was nearly ten straight minutes of torment…
But lucky for her, Oshi was merciful, brutal… but merciful… Somehow dancing a fine line between both…
Finally, she raised her butt up, Amanda sighing in relief and heaving, taking in as much fresh-ish air as she could as the weight came off of her face.
“American girl had enough now~?” Oshi asked, continuing to wear her same smug yet cute smile.
Amanda only nodded, greedily breathing in as much as she possibly could, not wanting to waste any of her precious clean air with speech, also not wanting to accidentally say something she didn’t mean…
“Mmm~ I don’t know if I let you up yet~” Oshi teased, jiggling her butt more. “Buuuut~ I might~ If you…”
Oshi paused rather dramatically, letting her voice trail off as she gauged Amanda’s reaction, just waiting to see the compliant, pathetic side of the girl she’d just thoroughly humiliated… and would continue to thoroughly humiliate…
Amanda’s eyes told the truth, there was no denying it, she was willing to do anything, anything at all to get out of this predicament… even if it meant debasing and degrading herself further.
She nodded once more, waiting to see just what more Oshi wanted from her.
Oshi only smiled, knowing she had Amanda right where she wanted her, she silently spread her cheeks, pointing to her own nose, then to her butthole… and then pointing to her own lips… and her womanhood…
“You… worship~” Oshi teased, “then… maybe I let you go~”
“Sound good?”
Amanda nodded eagerly, it didn’t matter anymore, if she wanted this to be over quickly, she knew there was no other option for her. All paths, all doors, any other directions were all closed off… and all she could do was comply, lest she wanted to suffer even more somehow…
She raised her hands, motioning for Oshi to sit back down on top of her.
“Good girl~”
Catching her weight, Amanda whimpered, gulping as she managed Oshi’s descent back down onto her face.
Instead of sitting straight down, she instead hovered for a moment, reaching back behind her and rubbing her own ass cheeks… She played with her own ass for a minute, savoring the feeling of her own sticky skin against her fingers…
“Big butt, no~?” She asked Amanda jokingly, knowing full well that compared to Amanda’s face, her ass was huge…
Amanda only gulped, looking up at the huge mounds once more…
“Hehe… sweaty~” Oshi giggled, before spreading her cheeks.
It was absolutely disgusting, the soft, musky melons spreading apart with an audible squelch as the sweat clung to her skin, not wanting to separate very easily…
“Ewww…” Amanda cringed, thinking to herself.
It was bad enough that her face was about to be sat on again… but she really didn’t need to see it so… intimately… getting a first, up close look at her captor’s butthole…
But none of that mattered to Oshi, who proudly showed off her most prized “asset” to the audience and the cameras…
She wanted Amanda to know her place, she wanted Amanda to savor her smell, her taste, and her sight… She wanted Amanda to be deeply familiar with the sight of her butthole, able to memorize and decipher each wrinkle by smell alone…
Showboating a little more, she finally descended upon Amanda’s face again, stopping a mere inch away…
“Sniff~”
Amanda wanted so desperately to groan, looking to both her left and right, seeing the crowd fall silent for a moment. They watched with bated breath, knowing full well that Amanda was going to comply and just watching excitedly.
But there was no time to focus on that….
“Snnnfffffffff!”
Amanda raised both hands, cupping Oshi’s ass cheeks and cringing quietly as she raised up her own head to close the distance…
It was one of the hardest breaths she’d ever had to take… and there were going to be multiple…
Just one wasn’t going to be enough to satisfy the woman above…
And so she kept huffing… and huffing… each time, she’d hoped she’d gotten used to the stench… but that never happened. Minute by agonizing minute, the stench remained as intense as ever. Her body reacted exactly the same way with each sniff, constantly having to fight off gagging loudly.
“Glg…glghg…” Amanda’s cheeks puffed up as she held back yet another bodily signal of revulsion, only to hear Oshi giggling to herself, making cute faces towards the ever adoring crowd.
But…
Even huffing, Oshi wouldn’t be satisfied…
So with one last spread of the cheeks, she plopped her huge ass right down onto Amanda’s face…
Amanda was plunged back into an all too familiar now musky, smelly darkness. Her face was covered up basically completely, the very top of her forehead remained the only visible landmark to let anyone know that there was a face underneath those smelly, damp cheeks… And damp they were, as Oshi really ground her ass into Amanda’s face, rubbing her cheeks left and right, spreading the sticky, smelly sweat all across…
Her nose continuously wiped against her captor’s asshole, much to her dismay, her lips getting coated in the evidence of Oshi’s growing arousal…
“Mmnnghh…” Amanda groaned. “This is so gross…” She thought, cringing hard as the slimy surface rubbed across her face….
“Ungh…”
Meanwhile Oshi was still as smiley and uppity as ever, smiling to the crowd as she flexed her lower glutes, getting as comfortable as she could…
She loved this feeling…
More than anything in the ring, she loved this feeling in particular…
Having some poor, poor girl, an opponent, underneath her, huffing her stink… powerless to stop what was inevitable…
“FRRRPT!”
“Oops~” Oshi giggled, accidentally farting right as Amanda’s nose was forced against her butthole once more…
“Mmm~” She teased, wiggling her ass on Amanda’s face. “American girl favorite smell, no?”
But as much as she enjoyed this feeling, she craved more…
“Lick~”
“Ouugh~!” Oshi moaned, immediately feeling the lips of her lesser coming into contact with her womanhood…
And she savored that feeling greatly, feeling the girl’s lips press up and pucker against her lower own lower lips over and over again…
The warm, wet, moist tongue lapping away, the slickness that it left behind as it slid across her womanhood… It was a cleansing kind of feeling, as Amanda’s tongue picked up and took with it the sweat and grime that had built up on Oshi’s lower half in the weeks leading up to this fight… and she relished in that cleaning feeling… She’d been waiting for it, anticipating it even…
“Mmngh~ Keep licky~”
“PHRRRRPT!”
“BRRROORRRPT!”
As her pleasure increased, so did her gaseous releases…
Her lower half melting with pleasure made her shiver and giggle with pleasure, detracting from any attempts she’d had to try and contain her gassy stench… and so it released, involuntarily, it released… non stop…
“BBBRRRRRRPPPRAAAAAPT!”
“BROPRT!”
“PHHLURRRPHLPT!”
“Oh~! Ah~!”
Oshi was enjoying this… a lot, much to Amanda’s expense…
While her tongue lapped away continuously, soaking in the bitter, salty taste of Oshi’s sweaty body, her nose was getting yet another helping… a helping of rather generous proportions.
“Mmngh~” Oshi squirmed, feeling the build up of her lust beginning to really take the reins on her lower half.
“American girl doing so good~” She muttered, closing her eyes as she felt her pleasure peak, all of it flooding into Amanda’s mouth… “Good tongue… good girl~” She teased, taking a second to sit back and recover from what was probably her second orgasm this match alone…
Amanda had hoped that this would be the end of it… and in her mind, it made sense to. The match had been going on for… only God knows how long now. Oshi had humiliated her thoroughly, certainly putting on a show for the crowd, one that they’d enjoyed to the fullest if their cheers were anything but a giveaway…
So she almost sighed in relief, feeling Oshi’s weight beginning to lift…
But her relief was short-lived…
Oshi’s weight was shifting, her body moving, shuffling forward slightly, her weight still pressing down on Amanda’s face…
Amanda was confused at first, not knowing what she was doing… but then it hit her… Oshi’s lower half… or rather… her ass… was rubbing against her lips, as if trying to pry her mouth open…
“Is she…? N-no… she isn’t…” Amanda thought, tearing up even more… “How… how much m-more does… does she want to humiliate me… h-haven’t I had enough…?”
Amanda wept quietly, trying to suppress it but ultimately failing as her senses were already far too overloaded for her to maintain control over her emotions…
“American girl deserves reward~” She said, now practically forcing Amanda to make out with her asshole, constantly pushing her asshole into Amanda’s lips, flexing to pucker her asshole over and over again. “Open wiiide~”
“PHRRROOOORRRPT!”
A quick eruption of gas left Amanda’s lips with no option, the fetid air coming out forceful enough to practically rip her lips apart, spreading her jaw and puffing out her cheeks all in one.
“MGGGLGLG!?” She gagged, feeling as the wind forced its way into the back of her throat, her uvula being beaten around like a punching bag.
More, more and more…
Oshi just kept farting, and farting…
Her guts a never ending torrent of gas…
It felt as if every breath she took, didn’t go through her lungs but rushed through her stomach and down to her intestines, passing through and picking up as much horrid material it could pick up before being exhaled directly into Amanda’s mouth, coating her tongue and the inside of her mouth as she continued to lick the horrible, farting pucker that was lodged within her mouth.
The crowd was going as wild as ever, still entertained thoroughly even after the match had long past its due time to end.
“BRRRRRRRPPPPPPPTTT!”
Amanda’s mind was in complete disarray, the only thoughts in her head completely regarding just how much she was suffering… the only actions her mind capable of registering was the constant licking and kissing of the ass on top of her…
Whatever conscious part of her was left had hoped that this would’ve been the end of it, that her obedience would be enough to please the dominant wrestler… yet her suffering continued… and continued… and continued…
“PPPBBBBLLRRRRRRRPT!”
There was no stopping her, Oshi’s ass repeatedly releasing gut bomb after gut bomb, Amanda’s cheeks inflating over and over again, with little time to recover.
The blonde’s jaw ached, her entire body sore from the constant and futile struggling of before…
But lucky for her, even if Oshi was Queen of the ring… the production company were the kings of the entire arena… and there were at least two other matches tonight, ones that couldn’t be delayed any further…
The signal to end it came as a subtle gesture, one that the crowd would never notice, but Oshi took note of it, sighing in reluctance as she really wished she could’ve continued. Not that she needed to, she’d already gotten off at least three times by now, probably more… but she was a glutton for pleasure, as most in her line of work were…
The more the better…
But if things were to end, they were going to end on her terms…
Readjusting her position, really grinding her ass into Amanda’s face for one last time…
She had one thing left for Amanda… and it was a big one…
Amanda couldn’t even prepare for it… To her, it finally felt as if Oshi had enough, as she quickly changed her position from pure sitting, transitioning into more of a squat…
Initially, she thought that Oshi planned on springing upward or something along those lines… She didn’t think about it too much, just glad to finally have some kind of relief…
After all, having her face squished for at least thirty minutes wasn’t healthy, especially for her skin… Even more especially considering she’d been soaking in butt sweat and ass gas for the past half hour…
She felt as if a thousand showers wouldn’t be enough to get the stench off of her… maybe even more than that…
But just as she was beginning to feel even the slightest tingle of hope sh–
“BBBBRRRRRRRPPPHHHHLLRRRRRRRRPPPHHHHRRRSHHPLRPLPLPT!”
Warm, wet… and wild…
It was like Oshi had unleashed the floodgates…
She barely grunted, at least nothing that Amanda had noticed… Just the push of a button and it was a rush of the most intense, searing hot gas that Amanda had ever experienced… It was fetid, and laden with little chunks that erupted into her mouth… an observation she decided not to linger on further. Her cheeks puffed out wide, her throat, lungs, and stomach all expanded…
Her ballooning out insides reached their limit within seconds, the last remnants of it coming bursting out of her nose…
She… she couldn’t…
With the rolling back of her eyes, everything began to fade… as if her life was being pulled from her being with every bit of wind that continued to pour into her body…
…
“And by knockout… a very… -cough- smelly one… Oshi has defended her title as reigning champ!”
Oshi jumped up happily, sticking out her tongue in an all too mocking way at the girl she’d just completely gassed out… not that she’d have any reaction to it…
Amanda was practically comatose at this point…
Surely, when she comes to, she’d want to quit…
Unfortunately for her, she signed a five year contract…