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Sensual Massage WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, BUTT SQUASHING, SCAT, AND SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. Mindy’s nails scratched the back of my neck. I squirmed as her fingers formed a small pinch around my skin. “C’mon Damion! It’s only a massage.” she barked, dragging my arm behind her. God, for a petite little asian girl, she sure was strong. Maybe that’s why she was always on top...and sitting on my face...and farting onto it. “Mindy I don’t...please, I can’t…”. Mindy sighed, not even glancing to address my protest. “Come ON, Damion, stop being such a pussy. Madam Sheila always takes care of her patients.” My throat hung dry as we passed the entrance. Atop the sign reading, “Madame Sheila’s Sensual Slave Massage” was a UV woman bouncing atop the back of a slave. Her head was thrown back in laughter as little light tears ejected from the boy. The boy was very fragile...or maybe, she was just really big. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Madam Sheila...was huge. She barely fit through the doorframe, but glided in the room as light as a doe. “Well helllloo, Mindy!” she cried, sounding like some ecstatic school nun. Her arm fat opened up, welcoming an embrace. “It’s good to see you Madam Sheila!” said Mindy, accepting the hug. FRRRROOLLMMPPPTTTTTT! A fart, surprising in force and length launched out Madam Sheila's ass. I coughed, being unfortunate enough to take a seat facing her backside. I shifted chairs, noticing how my girlfriends torso became lost inside the woman's light brown fat. “Ahhh, I see he’s anxious to get started! What’s this one, number 5?” Madam Sheila laughed as my nose remained covered, trying to block out the scent of rotten eggs. “Oh ya, he’s a keeper though!” said Mindy. “Trust me, he’s got a tounge that reaches places Mark never could. Oh, and he’s a good fart sniffer too.” BBLLLBBBBBPPP! Mindy bent my way and the pair of Mistresses giggled at my expense. I wouldn’t say I’m a good fart sniffer. I’ve only been at in for a month, when I thought my pussiness to Mindy couldn’t stoop any lower. “But yeah, I’ve brought him in for some neck issues. He’s always whining when we sit on the couch and I want to make sure he’s ready when he’s becomes my toilet-” “I told you we’re not doing that Mindy!” I interjected. The two of them laughed again at my expense. “oooh, that’s what they always say!” said Madam Sheila. “Well, I’ll have him straightened out in no time, sweetie. C’mon little, guy, let’s go.” Madam Sheila turned towards where she came, then let out a deafening fart to trail her gigantic ass. BBRRRRRUUULLPPTTT! I paused, turning my face away from the salami smelling fart. “Oh, get in there!” said Mindy, pushing me inside. I stood in a room with Madam Sheila. It was low lit with candles, carrying a massage table and a radio player, to which she turned on some soothing music. “All right Damion, get in the chair,” she said. I sucked in my breath. I had been waiting to put this “plan” of mine in motion. Well, here goes. “Look, Madam Sheila….I geuss I’m appreciative, of what you do...this, I geuss. But I’m not looking for anything okay? Just go outside and please tell Mindy I’m-HEY!” A sharp syringe was injected into my arm. I reached out to swing, but was too slow-and soon, too weak. “What did you-” My knees buckled, but Madam Sheila caught me in her arms. “Well I can’t say I’m tired of doing this the hard way with you boys. Ah well, geuss it’s part of the job.” I growled and used all my motor skills to swear at her from my numbed mouth. She frowned, then placed me against her giant cheeks. PPPRRRRRLLLLBBBLLBB! I gagged against the folds of her massive ass fat and fart. I could feel my lungs swelling up with her hot fart tearing at her yoga pants. “That said, I do find enjoyment in calming you boys down.” PPPRROTTT! I thanked my lucky stars she didn’t hold me in for that fart. I stared at the ceiling, trying to quiet my conscious. I could still taste her rotten fart tearing at my soul. I could feel her undress me and my body stiffened. It stiffened even more when I heard her take off her clothes as well. Contained in the pink T-shirt and black yoga pants was a bulging black woman with plenty of ass meat to go around. My breathing quickened as she ran a finger along my torso. “Oh hush now sweet pea. It’ll be over before you know it.” WIth that, Madam Sheila, rose above the cushioned table, presenting her ample cheeks to me. Her hands spread them apart, revealing a tight brown butthole peeping down at me. BBBLLLOOORRROOTTT! An airy emission rained down at me and I used my facial strength to close my eyes. The rest of the fart particles found their way into my nose, with horrific results. “Ahhh, there we go,” she said relieved. My vocal cords did the best they could to scream as she lowered down on me. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It felt like I was being smothered by two couch cushions. BBBRRRLLAAARRRPPPTTT! ...With a hundred asses sharting on top of me. Madam Sheila sighed and slumped her booty deeper around my face. “Don’t worry Damion, I’ll keep it brief down there. Most boys don’t survive too long under my booty I’m afraid.” PPRRRRRLLRRBBFBFTTTT! A beefy fart made her point ring true in my ears...and nose. “Just try to relax and let my ass do it’s work.” She shifted, side to side, ever so slowly. My lips and cheeks mushed along her asscrack, to the rythm of her gyration. PPLLLOOOOOPPP! A stale fart caught my mouth off guard as her ass pushed it open. I coughed with nowhere to breathe. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I once again saw Madaam Sheila’s asscheeks presented to me in full glory. I was lucky to have them not rest on my face. However, unlucky enough to have them rest on my chest. PPPFFFFFFFFTTTT! A gentle fart shook up her usual stench formula. My sides ached from breathing in the rotten stench. I couldn’t even get my chest to rise with her fat ass. She rubbed her cheeks along my chest for a few minutes, then rose. I saw those massive cheeks rush down to my stomach. BBRRROOFFFTTTT! Her fart was accentuated with the impact of my stomach. All the air I held inside was pushed out, replaced by her hot ripper. “Ah well I see why Mindy is having trouble face farting you.” Sheila sighed, then let out another bubbly fart on my lower chest. “You can’t just have the arm muscles Damion! You need a good torso on a toilet as well. PPPRRRLLLRRBBTT! I could just make out her butthole purse from her massive wall of ass. Looking at that massive pucker gave me a horrific insight on what was to come with Mindy. “You shouldn’t be too worried Damion. I’ve treated plenty of slaves before and you’re performing quite admirably for your age.” PRRRROOOOOTTT! Another airy fart gave me a challenge, as I struggled to breath against the panging in my chest. Aside from the torture, I could feel my penis being held in her hands. “Hmmm, I can see why Mindy made you a slave. She’s had a couple romantic relationships. But only with the guys that can give it to her, you know?” Sheila rose, scooted forward, then slammed her butt on my cock. She continued, ignoring my grunts of pain from smooshing my balls. “Oh yes, can’t see her fucking you. Did she give you the whole abstinence deal when you guys started? Or did she go with the whole, ‘intestinal problem’?” FFFLLLRRRMMMPPPTT! The sharp pain on my balls equally matched the pain in my heart. Mindy had gone with both of those excuses. I hated being told I was some little plaything for her amusement...because I knew I was. FFRRRPPTTTTTT! BBBLLOOOOOOOTTT! Tiny farts escaped Sheila's backside as she rubbed her booty along my penis. “Well I can’t say you’re going to please a woman with this thing. But I tell you what, you’ve been a good boy. How about a happy ending from Madaam Sheila, hmmm?” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- At first, Madaam Sheila’s words excited me. I wasn’t a virgin, but I had been holding out on Mindy for so long, I’d take anyone at this point. I’d even take Madaam Sheila! My excitement soon turned to dismay, however, as she rose a few inches. Her ass severely outmatched the size of my cock; how in the hell was I going to penetrate past her cheeks? I watched her spread them in confusion. FFRRSSSSHHPTTTTT! PLLLLTTSSSHHTTT! Two wet farts gave way to a long series of sludge. I moaned and tried kicking as she shat on my cock. I couldn’t move for shit. She took full advantage of the situation, groaning sensually as more putrid waste poured on my genitals. “Ahhh, a little mud bath to stimulate the nerves, hmm kiddo?” PPSSRRRSSHHTTT! I moaned in protest, smelling the rank, bitter taste of shit on my skin. It was indeed hot, disgustingly so. With a few tiny farts, her asshole succumbed to rest inside her asscrack. Then, as gently as before, she thrusted her ass on my dick. I cannot describe the horrific smells coming from my lower torso. Sheila didn’t seem to mind her own shit stew, gently, rubbing up and down my cock. “Ahh there we go,” she said softly, an SBD rolling from under her ass cavern. I gagged as the heat transferred from my penis to my nose. Like it or not, I could feel myself getting an erection from her movements. Maybe I was just caught up in the moment. BBBLLLRRRAABBTTT! I yelped as another hot fart pushed against my balls. “oooh, sorry hon. Here, let’s try this.” Sheila knelt up, bringing my cock along the bottom edge of her crack. She slowly rose along it, my dick riding vertically in her asscrack. She paused for a moment, letting my dick get close to her asshole. FFFFFLLPPRRROOTTT! I coughed as the beany-shit fart caked the head of my dick. It was probably the closest interaction I would get to fucking her. FFLLLRRPPPTT! BBBLLLLTTT! PPRRRLLLBBBBLL! Fart after fart went along my dick. She sometimes lowered her cheeks, bending my dick in ways it’s not supposed to bend. She ignored my cries to stop however, maybe taking them as groans of gratitude. “Oh you’re getting close, aren’t you? I can feel it sweetie.” She looked back at me and smiled, then squinted as a fierce fart pushed out her ass. I cringed, watching specks of warm shit fling onto my chest. She was right. Her ass forcefully brought me to a cum which I couldn’t even enjoy. Thanks to the stench, I blandly watched my seamen coat my torso, along with drying shit icing. Once the moment was over, I had to face the unsexy, disgusting reality that was Sheila’s smells. Shiela rose off the table, walking over to pat me on the head. “See, that wasn’t so hard, now was it? And by it, I mean your dick.” She laughed, tugging my head to the side to catch a quick fart she was shooting my way. I gagged, pulling my head away. “Oh my, it seems the paralysing serum is wearing off,” she said, shaking her head. Sheila wore a grim look, like she actually cared for my well being. “Well I hate to do this Damion, but I have to put you under for a bit. Otherwise, you’re going to feel quite the pain in your joints.” My eyes widened as she walked above the head of the table. “Since you’re moving up there, go ahead and open your mouth for me sweetie.” I involuntarily gasped, then shut my mouth as she spread her asscheeks above me. The shit clung to the edges of her cheeks, brimming with sultry shit and fart smell. “Oh you boys,” she muttered. I tried my hardest to fight as she primed my jaw open, then lowered her ass onto my face. My mouth became engulfed with her asshole. I pushed my tounge the farthest back I could. I could feel the puke gathering as her shithole dangled above my uvula. “Alright sweetie, this is gonna throw you in a shock, but just don’t shake okay?” Sheila adjusted her hole a little more, her booty rumbling in anticipation. I heard a loud grunt and closed my eyes. FFFFRRRRROOBBBBBBOOOOOOOOTTTT! A flurry of gas, stinky, horrendous gas flooded my system. All I knew was the shit taste from her asshole in my mouth. Then, quick as it happened, I passed out. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a lot like getting my wisdom teeth removed. Except instead of blood, I had the taste of Madame Sheila's ass engrained in my teeth. I heard her speak to Mind as my consciousness regained. “...so don’t use him for shitting right away. He’s going to have A LOT of pain when he wakes up. Probably won’t be able to eat right for a week.” Mindy’s voice sounded disappointed. “Aw, so no toilet use?” Madam Sheila replied sternly. “No, I’m afraid not sweetie. Just toss a few toots in his direction, nothing to serious. Like this.” BBLLLPPPTTT! I groaned in pain as the sharp smell of taco meat graced my nose. The two giggled as I shook. “He’s going to make a great toilet, I can tell you that Mindy!” |
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