By: PaleBandit
It was the morning of my eighteenth birthday when a soft voice woke me up: “Good morning, slave~”
I slowly opened my eyes to see a huge and familiar butt coming down on me. The cheeks had been spread by its owner and my face just sunk into her asscrack.
“Haaaah~”, she sighed, “I have been waiting two long weeks this day!”, she cheered. ‘FFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPRRRRrrrrrrrrr’ Her fart was dry but her moan sounded like she was not at the front.
“Happy birthday and welcome to finally being my slave!”, the woman yelled in arousal.
It has been two weeks ago that this woman had come to the orphanage I was in.
With her age of just thirty years the caretakers were more than surprised by her interest for the older kids. At first, they were unsure if they wanted to have the woman adopt anyone, she seemed suspicious, but then she explained how she needed a kid that cold watch for themselves as she was working a lot and after giving a rough idea about her earnings the caretakers were very willing to let her look around.
When I first saw her I was unable to take my eyes of her. No one could have been blamed to believe that she was a super model. But despite how sexy she overall was, my eyes were mostly focused on that plum butt. When I looked back up I saw in shock that she was looking back at me. I wanted to leave but then she walked up to me rather quickly. She asked for my name but was far more curious about my age and when I told her that I was just two weeks of my eighteenth birthday she suddenly wanted to have a long talk. A talk which resulted in my adoption.
On our way to my new home she was not saying anything. She was just looking at me time and time again and giggled very excited, what made me very nervous and uncomfortable. And when we arrived at her apartment she grabbed my shoulders and looked me deep in the eye: “Now listen, I don’t want you to have the wrong picture of the situation. I am not your mother, neither your big sister, though you can call me the latter if you wish. At best, I am your roommate, but to be precise, I am your mistress and you are my slave! At least once you turn eighteen!”
I had no idea how to respond to that so I just gulped.
“The reason I adopted you as fairly simple. I need someone who stays here and takes care of the place why I am gone. Someone who makes me dinner before I am home from work and maybe even prepares a bath for me.”, she explained.
“I-“, I stuttered by got interrupted by her.
“You might think that I could pay someone to do this, but the most important part comes next! I NEED someone whose face can be my cushion at any time and who sniffs up my horrendous farts!”, she elaborated. My eyes widened.
“My ass had captured your eyes quite well, did it not?”, she said with a smirk making me blush, “I need someone who I have power over, who cannot deny me my seat on their face! So I got myself someone who depends on me, someone whose life is bound to mine! THIS is your home and you live of MY money!”, she said and brought her face close to mine, “And all you have to do to live a comfortable life is to make me comfortable.”
For the next two weeks she taught me how do cook and how to properly clean.
After her speech I expected her to have very little patience, but she was very caring and nice not matter how many mistakes I made. I had quickly become good enough to satisfy her needs, but she had not once sat on my face.
“I could not bring myself to sit on a child. It would make me feel awkward!”, she said.
But as my eighteenth birthday began she was happy grinding her ass on my face.
It was extremely sweaty in her crack and her previous fart was really as horrendous as she had described it to me over the past days. And I loved it.
My arms wandered around her legs and with a hug I pulled her down further on my face.
She moaned as her cheeks rubbed down on my face and one very loud moan as my nose touched her anus. I did my best to get them firmly pressed together. And my efforts paid off as she released her next fart. ‘PLRRRRRRÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss’ That one was wetter and smelled even worse, but I could not help it and sucked it all in through my nose.
“Ough~ I really did not expect you to be into it this mu-huuuuch~”, she moaned, “You really were the perfect choice!”
It made me incredibly happy to hear that. I had been left at the orphanage as a baby, so hearing that someone was happy about choosing me filled my heart to the brim with joy. In that moment I made the decision that I wanted to live my life serving that woman. ‘SHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFTRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄRRRRRPrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr’ That was a very wet one and it turned me on so much that I could no longer help myself, so I got my tongue out and started to lick around in her crack.
My mistress moaned and bounced in pleasure and it did to take long until I could feel her juice flowing onto my throat. I was unsure about what turned me on more. Her butt and gas or her moans and juice.
“This is soooo much better than I ever imagined!”, she yelled before letting pushing another wet fart into my nose, “You really belong down there~ You belong to ME!”
I was so happy to hear that that some tear ran down my face. Not that my mistress would have noticed that with all the sweat down there.
After more heavy bouncing and filthy farts, she eventually climaxed with a loud and satisfying moan.
“Sadly… I have to get dressed now.”, she said and got off my face, panting heavily, “But we will continue once I am back from work. I will be far more gassy as well, so be prepared! And clean up!”
I sat up, my face stained in sweat and shouted happily: “Anything to please you mistress!” She stopped in the doorframe for moment before moving to the right, to her bedroom instead of to the bathroom. She appeared in the frame again a few seconds later, allowing me to get a good look at her naked front side for the first time. Juice was still dropping onto the heated stone floor. Her phone was pressed against her ear as she focused her eyes on me. “Good morning, Sharona!”, she said in a weird voice, “There was no important meeting today right?”, she asked, “Good, because I am not feeling to well… Yeah the wind IS terrible these past days… Of course he can do it in my stead, but I could just do it on Monday as well…
I see… Okay, no problem. Thanks a lot! Bye!” She threw her phone onto my bed and said “Screw work!” and launched at me. Her butt slammed into my face and pushed me back down onto the mattress. The impact send my nose right back to her asshole.
“I have waited so long for this!”, she yelled, “Taking a day off to spend the entire first day to enjoy it, is something I am fine with! Especially since it’s Friday!”
Over the next hour she kept farting and climaxed five more times before actually being out of gas and power to continue. She got up and told me that it was time for breakfast. But when I wanted to step into the kitchen she stopped me.
“On my days off, I take care of that stuff, you focus on being a comfy cushion for me!”, she ordered. She made me something to eat first and prepared something while I ate so she could eat while sitting on my face.
Breakfast for her took place on the couch with my face as another couch cushion.
“So warm and soft~”, she said and sighed while eating and watching TV. Of course, my face was as deep in her ass as possible with my nose firmly pressed against her hole.
After two hours of just sitting on me and gently moving her butt around, what was the most relaxing thing I had ever experience, her stomach began to rumble again.
“Aaaah~ Seems like the milk and eggs are ready!”, she cheered. This time, she had enough fuel to keep going for multiple hours I was unable to count the amount she climaxed as my own caused me to get distracted. And after she brought herself to exhaustion once again she took a little nap until her stomach carved for lunched.
As she prepared my meal, I used the bathroom and she went to the toilet why I looked over her meal. I got aroused just imagining what that would do to her.
Lunch was eaten in the same way as breakfast with even stronger farts and heavier orgasms. Dinner was no different.
But as she recovered from that last climax she said: “I just realized that you won’t need your own room anymore! You will be spending the nights with your face in my ass from now on! Have you ever climaxed into sleep?”
That is what her off days became. Bouncing on my face after waking up, breakfast on my face and the first round of farting on my face until the climaxes brought her to exhaustion and that repeats for lunch and dinner. Sounds boring but it feels so amazing.
As for her work days, which are the majority: I do the chores and have time for myself when I am done. Though it is nice nothing excites me more than her call informing me that I can start cooing her dinner. It is always filled with stuff that makes her guts go wild. And then when she opens the door I kneel in front of it and greet her with always the same sentence: “Welcome home, mistress. Do you want to eat or maybe take a bath first? And more importantly, will you be sitting on my face during it?”