The prospect of beer farts is so tantalizing.
Like, having a boyfriend who notoriously gets the bubbliest raunchiest gas after a couple beers. He goes out with his friends throws back a six pack on his own and then comes home to you. Youâre lying in bed peacefully. Maybe youâre on your phone, maybe youâre reading, but you get interrupted as he drunkenly bursts through the bedroom door and stumbles to the foot of the bed. His stomach grumbles and he clutches his swollen tummy, exuding the definition of a beer belly. He lets out a cocky grin as he loudly belches and leans closer to you. He grabs your toes and pulls you closer. You look up at him worried, knowing that he spent the night at his friends and he definitely had a few beers, knowing that heâs sadistic enough to make you the victim to whatâs about to happen next.
âI had a few beers with the boys,â he says with an evil glint in his eyes. He pulls you closer and wraps your legs around his waist. He hiccups and burps and then chuckles. Your eyes grow wider in fear.
âDonât be scared Princess,â he says stroking your cheek. He then pulls away and starts to unbuckle his belt. A mock sympathy plasters his face which breaks into a smile as he gets amused by your genuine fear. With a dramatic flare he pulls down his pants letting them pool at his ankles. He kisses your sternum as he crawls up your body. Moving his face up to kiss your jawline until he meets your lips. His stomach rumbles loudly again and his face lights up with a sadistic satisfaction.
âThat sounds like a you problem,â he slurs. His taunts unease you further as you fully grasp the reality of your situation. You will be trapped under him while he fully unloads all of his gas. As you come to terms with the long night ahead of you he straddles your chest.
âItâs ok Iâll be nice,â he exhales sarcastically as he strokes your face and pinches your nipple. You moan at the slightly painful sensation and try to buck him off. Your attempts earn a chuckle from him. He pinches your nipple harder, his other hand softly flicking the other. You try to squirm away but he laughs at his control over you.
âOh you poor thing. Youâre not going anywhere.â He lifts his weight off of you, only slightly as he begins to pull his jeans from around his ankles. Roughly dropping his weight back on your chest after each leg is kicked off. He chuckles at your groans as he crushes you.
âIâm not that heavy am I?â he jokes with a hurt look on his face. It breaks into a smile and he stares at you rubbing your cheek. You feel him lift his weight slightly, and you take in a much needed breath. After sitting in this position for a moment you feel your chest under where heâs sitting warm up. You look up in horror and disgust as a silent wind warmed your tits. His eyes light up as the realization dawns on you and his smile is truly evil. You can tell heâs proud of himself.
âJust imagine how your face is going to feel,â he says with a knowing smirk. With that he awkwardly shifts so heâs squatting over your face. His black briefs obstructing your view of his asshole. The fabric is just barely touching the tip of your nose and you can already feel the heat from his first expulsion. Well, his first expulsion on you. The ripe scent of his undergarment illustrates the long day heâs had and the numerous farts heâs released. Itâs clear he worked and then hung out with friends.
âBrace yourself Princess.â You feel his hole push out and kiss the tip of your nose through his briefs. Itâs not a sufficient warning because before he even finishes speaking another silent fart gushes onto your face, well mostly silent. It starts to sputter around the same time you do. The scent is something sick; you canât help but gag and cough cause god itâs so rancid.
âIâve got another one.â Before you can recover his ass sputters out another. This one getting bassier as it goes on.
âOoh, that one burned my hole,â he says, reaching back to rub his asshole through his underwear. You didnât need him to say it though. That blast alone made your face uncomfortably warm. The hot air burning the bridge of your nose. You can hear him sniffing his fingers
âFuckk, Iâd hate to be you right now,â he laughs, as he leans back and fully plants his ass in your face now. His cheeks molding around your features and trapping your nose against his hole. You try to protest but his weight keeps you in place. You get no time to rest as he releases another, then another, and another.
You cough and grip his thighs, praying for release but you know he wonât let up. Your face starts to grow damp under his abominably warm ass. Both his sweat and your own starts to collect on your forehead and cheeks. The only air you get is an onslaught of the most diabolical farts youâve ever smelled, even for him.
After a few minutes he finally lets up. He picks himself off of your face and stands back at the foot of the bed looking down at you with a smile. By the time heâs done with you his belly has deflated substantially and you feel like youâve survived war.
âGood girl,â he says kissing your calf before walking away. Presumably to the bathroom based on what youâve just endured.
You lay still for a moment trying to catch your breath, and trying not to touch yourself before he walks back into the room.
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