Desperate to make a choice, you randomly choose the door to your left, totally oblivious of the person that lives there. After a short walk, you squeeze yourself trough the bottom gap of the door, sucefully entering the room: it is quite messy, with clothes spread in the floor, each one giving an alluring smell. Wanting to get closer to the source, you go to the nearest one, what appears to be a bra, and start smelling it's insides: the smell is putting you in trance, lulling you to sleep, until you fall on a wet patch of the fabric, tasting the salty but strangely sweet flavor. In that moment, you immediately got away from it as you manage to put two and two together: that bra belongs to Emily, which mean, this is her room.
You course yourself, from all the room's in this house, you had to choose your mistress one.... I mean, Emily's. It seems that her body still has some effect on yourself. Scanning the room, you put your attention on the giant bed that was on your right; the sheets are offering a chance to climb the giant structure. Not knowing what got into you, you begin your ascension to the heavens, finally reaching the top of the soft mattress. After catching your breath, you look with fascination the new sight in front of you: Emily's sleeping body, but most importantly, naked. Right now she is lying face down, with her legs wide open, giving you a complete view of her big round cheeks. Still not knowing what you are doing, you begin to approach the sleeping behemoth. Walking carefully, you come closer toe Emily's sleeping body until you have in front her big ass. The sight is more intimidating being this close. Thinking about it, just a few hours ago, you were inside those smooth checks, being at the mercy of her ass, completely submitted to its will, like a good servant. You try to shake those thoughts, but the current miasma that you are inhaling, compose of the smell of Emily's privates, her left over farts and the sweat of her body resulted in an over powering aroma that took your upper head hostage, leaving the other one to make the decisions.
Being lost in lust, you make a mad dash towards her cheeks, until you are hugging one: it is soft, spongy and a little wet, courtesy of her body sweat. Feeling thirsty, you give it a quick lick, and oh boy, the taste is just as you remember it. But sweat isn't the only thing you want, no, you want to be again at the mercy of those soft mountains, taking every fart that her cute anus spells towards you.....
No, no, what are you thinking about? Being in her ass was hell itself, you need to focus. Even if you want someone’s attentions, being in some girl’s ass isn't a good way to do it. On top of that, getting the attention of Emily wouldn't be the smartest thing to do: you remember all the stories about her, all the rumors, and how you were never left alone with her. No, you need to get someone else attention, not this devil disguised as a goddess. Just as you try to go away from her, you hear a voice in your head.
"Blaaaaise, oh Blaaaaise, where are you going?"
"Why are you leaving me?"
"That voice...., no way..., that is Emily's voice....., but how...?"
"Remember my dear speck boy, you are my favorite one..."
She is sleeping, that only leaves one choice: your mind is playing you tricks
"You are my number one, you submitted yourself to me, so please, return where you belong"
This is insanity, some part of yourself is trying to convince you that you belong to Emily, more specifically, her ass. Trying to take your mind away from those thoughts, you being to look for something to help you, anything..., and that is when you look at it: a pair of Emily's jeans on the side of the bed. You could hide on them and wait for Emily to leave in order to escape her room, of, if you are lucky, she would wear them, and then you could leave her house....
Meanwhile, Emily's gut began to groan as it prepares to spell a big one. A few moments ago, her gut sensed the presence of the speck, and tried to took it back by secreting a miasma composed of the smell of the mistress nether regions, a plan that almost worked, until, the little thing got away without thinking it twice. She wasn't going to have it, so, she began to prepare her last shot: a fart, a really long and smelly one, that will bring you back to complete submission. And so, with her last plan in motion, she just let i loose...
Just as you try to go for the jeans, you noticed a loud rumble coming from the sleeping goddess, and knowing what it is, you run like a mad trying to get away..., still taking full force the massive fart that Emily's ass just spelled. The force of the fetid winds almost knocked you out, but you manage to hold your ground, still, you aren't prepared for the smell. It really beats Lillian's, and it shouldn't be possible, but it is. It smelled like rotten eggs, some foul trash....., heck, even as if something crawled in her and just died. But the worst part was that deep down, you found it alluring. Immediately you feel the necessity of going back there, to worship her, to be nothing else that her unaware plaything and bask in her smells. But alas, some part of your mind managed to stay focus, screaming that you should get away from her, to try to regain your life.
In the end...
1)The smell completely dominate you, and like a mad man, you run toward the ass of your mistress, hoping to regain your position as her number one worshipper
2)You come back to your senses and immediately run towards her discarded jeans, reaching a pocket and falling sleep inside it. The only thing that you didn't considered was if this jeans are even Emily's.
You course yourself, from all the room's in this house, you had to choose your mistress one.... I mean, Emily's. It seems that her body still has some effect on yourself. Scanning the room, you put your attention on the giant bed that was on your right; the sheets are offering a chance to climb the giant structure. Not knowing what got into you, you begin your ascension to the heavens, finally reaching the top of the soft mattress. After catching your breath, you look with fascination the new sight in front of you: Emily's sleeping body, but most importantly, naked. Right now she is lying face down, with her legs wide open, giving you a complete view of her big round cheeks. Still not knowing what you are doing, you begin to approach the sleeping behemoth. Walking carefully, you come closer toe Emily's sleeping body until you have in front her big ass. The sight is more intimidating being this close. Thinking about it, just a few hours ago, you were inside those smooth checks, being at the mercy of her ass, completely submitted to its will, like a good servant. You try to shake those thoughts, but the current miasma that you are inhaling, compose of the smell of Emily's privates, her left over farts and the sweat of her body resulted in an over powering aroma that took your upper head hostage, leaving the other one to make the decisions.
Being lost in lust, you make a mad dash towards her cheeks, until you are hugging one: it is soft, spongy and a little wet, courtesy of her body sweat. Feeling thirsty, you give it a quick lick, and oh boy, the taste is just as you remember it. But sweat isn't the only thing you want, no, you want to be again at the mercy of those soft mountains, taking every fart that her cute anus spells towards you.....
No, no, what are you thinking about? Being in her ass was hell itself, you need to focus. Even if you want someone’s attentions, being in some girl’s ass isn't a good way to do it. On top of that, getting the attention of Emily wouldn't be the smartest thing to do: you remember all the stories about her, all the rumors, and how you were never left alone with her. No, you need to get someone else attention, not this devil disguised as a goddess. Just as you try to go away from her, you hear a voice in your head.
"Blaaaaise, oh Blaaaaise, where are you going?"
"Why are you leaving me?"
"That voice...., no way..., that is Emily's voice....., but how...?"
"Remember my dear speck boy, you are my favorite one..."
She is sleeping, that only leaves one choice: your mind is playing you tricks
"You are my number one, you submitted yourself to me, so please, return where you belong"
This is insanity, some part of yourself is trying to convince you that you belong to Emily, more specifically, her ass. Trying to take your mind away from those thoughts, you being to look for something to help you, anything..., and that is when you look at it: a pair of Emily's jeans on the side of the bed. You could hide on them and wait for Emily to leave in order to escape her room, of, if you are lucky, she would wear them, and then you could leave her house....
Meanwhile, Emily's gut began to groan as it prepares to spell a big one. A few moments ago, her gut sensed the presence of the speck, and tried to took it back by secreting a miasma composed of the smell of the mistress nether regions, a plan that almost worked, until, the little thing got away without thinking it twice. She wasn't going to have it, so, she began to prepare her last shot: a fart, a really long and smelly one, that will bring you back to complete submission. And so, with her last plan in motion, she just let i loose...
Just as you try to go for the jeans, you noticed a loud rumble coming from the sleeping goddess, and knowing what it is, you run like a mad trying to get away..., still taking full force the massive fart that Emily's ass just spelled. The force of the fetid winds almost knocked you out, but you manage to hold your ground, still, you aren't prepared for the smell. It really beats Lillian's, and it shouldn't be possible, but it is. It smelled like rotten eggs, some foul trash....., heck, even as if something crawled in her and just died. But the worst part was that deep down, you found it alluring. Immediately you feel the necessity of going back there, to worship her, to be nothing else that her unaware plaything and bask in her smells. But alas, some part of your mind managed to stay focus, screaming that you should get away from her, to try to regain your life.
In the end...
1)The smell completely dominate you, and like a mad man, you run toward the ass of your mistress, hoping to regain your position as her number one worshipper
2)You come back to your senses and immediately run towards her discarded jeans, reaching a pocket and falling sleep inside it. The only thing that you didn't considered was if this jeans are even Emily's.
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May 12, 2023
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