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Meera's Office
May 15th, 2015 I leaned back in the chair, making it balance on its back two legs. Today was absolutely boring, to put it bluntly. My college course ruled that I look over a daycare for a week, and I was currently on day two. I didn’t expect excitement or anything, but nothing was happening at all. And it was entirely due to the actual runner of the daycare; Meera. She stood at 5’10, a couple inches taller than me, and had a fair bit of meat on her bones that mostly went to her thighs & backside. But her middle-eastern heritage meant it was all hidden under an abaya & headscarf. Well… hidden isn’t the best word, as she opts to wear a size too small for her, meaning her curves cling to them to a head-turning level. That, and her glasses, gives her a nerdy, inviting appearance. Meera is a nice enough woman, but she just has this vibe of self-importance that bothers me. Every time we interact, she just has to… look down at me. Sure, she’s taller than me, but the way she looks at me makes me wish I could humble her somehow, or at least gain her adoration so she could stop. It then occurred to me that her office door was cracked open. She usually locked it behind her, and I had a shot at sneaking in there & messing with her stuff while she was looking over the kids. I would suffice with pissing her off so she wouldn’t be so condescending with me. As a small break from my hours of sitting still, I got up & snuck behind everyone’s back, then into her office. She was oddly protective of it, making me wonder what was in here. I approached her desk & opened her drawers as quietly as I could. A bunch of ambiguously-boring papers were present; probably bills. But it wasn’t until I stumbled upon the drawer above that in which I made a discovery; photos of herself, wearing barely anything at all. Those curves that she tried to hide were on full-display, disregarding the lacey lingerie. I stared at those pics for a while. As little regard as I held for Meera, I couldn’t deny that she was stunning to look at. Suddenly, I heard the door creak open. I dropped to my knees & crawled under her table, still holding those images. After the door closed, I noticed two things; the noise outside was completely gone, and it was replaced with the sound of a feminine sigh. Meera was in here with me. “Mph- my stomach..” She whined to herself. I raised an eyebrow as I listened to her. “... What..?” I then froze up as I heard her footsteps grow louder before stopping next to the desk. She gasped slightly, noticing the drawer I had failed to close. I hoped that she would leave the room, but my desires were far-fetched. Instead, she immediately looked under the desk. Me & Meera met eyes, and I felt pure fear well up from her glare. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” She snarled, then noticed the pics in my hands. Her eyes shot open wider. “You… you’re a creep!” “H-Hold on a sec-” She reached down & grabbed the neck of my shirt, pulling me out from under her desk. She held me up with such strength that I could barely touch the floor with my feet. “I-I’m not-” “Shut your mouth, you little degenerate.” She huffed, then threw me down. My back hit the edge of her chair, making me grunt as the air was forced out of my lungs. That motion had fatigued me so much that I didn’t notice her stepping over my body. It was too late when I realized her ass was above my head. “Stay still & take your punishment.” She then dropped her hips onto my head. I couldn’t turn my head in time, and my face was immediately plunged into her fabric-clad ass. Her weight made it super uncomfortable, but my pained moans were muffled entirely by her ass. Meera sat on my face, and nobody knew about it. Mmpphhrrrrrrrrrrrrmphht… Suddenly, my nose was attacked with a strong, stomach-turning odor. Meera just let out a bassy, airy fart, and it all went into my nostrils. I coughed hard before trying to push her off with my arms, but she ignored my efforts. “You aren’t going anywhere.” She said down to me. “You want to see my body so bad? Well, my body has a gift for you.” Phmmmrrrrrrrmmmpht… Another airy fart slid into my nose. I gagged from the next wave of gas; it smelled like digested beef & dairy, and was way too overbearing to take at point-blank. Fsssssshhhhhhhhhhh… As if her gas couldn’t get worse, an SBD made its way out, and was basically injected into my lungs. Meera sighed a breath of release above after the cindering wind filled my respiratory system. Bwrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmpt Soon after, a long, airy fart inflated my nose. The continuous surge of her mephitic farts became too much for me, and I vomited in my mouth. Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff… Fwooorpt Brrrrrrrrrrrsphht Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmph… I couldn’t fight anymore. The smothering weight on my face, the painful angle at which my back was forced into, and the constant influx of Meera’s horrid farts was beginning to wane on my endurance. Pmmffffffffffffffffffffffffft Another half-SBD simmered in my nose. I cried as Meera smothered me mercilessly. Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff… Even after every fart forced up my nose, her latest emission was easily the worst. It lasted for several grueling seconds & practically lit my nose on fire. Whatever she had eaten was spicy & hated her stomach. Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff… Meera snickered above after pushing out yet another SBD from Hell. I vomited in my mouth again, hoping for freedom eventually. Ssssssssssssssssrrt Bwrrrrrrrrrrmmpffptt Bloooooorpt Meera continued smothering me for ages. It wasn’t until a knock on her door alerted her that I felt like I would finally get that break. The door opened. “Hey Miss Attar, are you feeling well?” Someone asked. “You’ve been in here for nearly an hour, and it’s about to rain. The kids need to come inside.” “Oh- yes..” Meera replied. “... I’ll be in there shortly. Just bring them inside & give them a coloring assignment.” The door then closed. At the same time, Meera stood up. I took a long, greedy breath of fresh air. My eyes were so bloodshot & teary that my vision was foggy. My lungs, back, and entire body ached. “You don’t deserve to leave.” Meera said over her shoulder, then pulled her abaya up. I watched as her legs revealed themselves, followed by her backside. The white granny-panties failed to hide the curvature of her butt. “Keep your face forward.” I wasn’t sure why I complied, but I let her sit on my face again. My nose was once again jammed between her cheeks; feeling her bare skin made me shudder, and knowing I was closer to the danger zone made me whimper. Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss… Like nothing had changed aside from the removal of a layer, another fiery dose of Hell was injected into my nostrils. I cried again as the fresh air I had acquired moments prior was purged. Meera then leaned back on my head. I screamed with agony as her weight put strain on my neck. Bbrrrrbrrrbrrrbrrrrbrrbrrrbrrrbrrrrbt… A long, bubbly fart then jetted up my nose. I tried to turn my head from the smothering stench, but it was impossible. Meera continued lounging on my face for a while longer. My exhaustion became concerningly stronger as she refused to stand up & give me some air. Her butt muffled my air-ways completely, and I was at her mercy. But Meera had no mercy. She viewed me as a pervert, and had all the privacy in the world to exact her revenge. … … Meera read a book as she sat on a college-student’s face, using his nose as a fart-filter every time she had one to let out. She smiled as she punished this random boy with her notoriously stinky farts. The minutes turned to hours, and she still wasn’t finished. She was having too much fun. But that came to an end as she heard another knock on her door. But unlike before, the knocker immediately opened. At the same time, Meera was already standing up & readjusting her abaya. So the person who walked in watched as she basically flashed her panties. The two made uncomfortable eye-contact. “... M-Miss Attar?” Her assistant remarked, blushing. “...” Meera dropped her abaya further, hiding her panties. “You weren’t supposed to see that.” At the same time, her assistant was taken aback by the sight of her chair moving. “What’s behind you?” They asked. Meera’s eyes widened as they walked closer. Their eyes widened as well at the sight of an unconscious college student with bile dribbling out of their mouth. They covered their own mouth at what they were witnessing. … … May 27th, 2015 Meera was out of the job after being exposed by that same college student for literal torture, and could only cruise off of her savings until she felt the need to job-hunt. She had nobody to blame but herself; partially for doing something so evil, but mostly because she installed the cameras in her office herself. And with her now-lack of income, she was plagued with yet another problem; she had a fart fetish. Being a person with utterly lethal gas didn’t combine that well with the desire to sit on someone’s face & let it out. Bvvvvvvvvvvvvvrrmmmphh… “Ugh..” She fanned her backside after cracking off a burning hot fart. That spicy beef kofta she made yesterday night was giving her some unholy butt-burners. That’s basically all she did that day; fart, feel the pain from them, and her newfound hobby; watching porn. She had a lot of free-time to find videos of women farting on men smaller than them. She loved watching the men struggle to fathom the stenches forced up their nose, but she never sensed genuinity from them. It then occurred to her; since her reputation was already at a low point, she could double down on her newfound fascination & make a video of her own. Of course, she would need a face to fart on, which wasn’t the easiest thing to obtain. Or so she thought. Meera knew she had a neighbor with a son that liked her. He was visiting from college that week, and was always aware that he stared at her backside while her back was turned, but she never did anything about it. She looked out to her neighbor’s yard. And low & behold, not only were the owner’s cars gone, but the only one there was the son’s. And surprisingly, he was laying on a fold-out cot, absorbing the sun's rays. Meera smiled as she walked outside, then called out to him. “Is that who I think it is?” She said, walking down her steps. That got his attention, and he looked up to see Meera approaching. He smiled before sitting up. “Oh- hey, Meera!” “Hiii sweetheart!” She called, walking up to her fence. He also got up & walked over. “Oh my goodness, have you been going to the gym?” “Is it noticeable?” He asked, flexing his bicep. Meera groveled for a bit before ‘accidentally’ dropping the chapstick that she had taken outside with her. Meera then bent over, making sure her butt was in the air as she fiddled with the small tube. She looked over her shoulder, and surely enough, the boy had just turned his face away from her butt. She smiled as she straightened her back, looking him in the eyes before eyeing up his body. “I caught you.~” She purred. The boy blushed enough to make his sun-tan look pasty. “Don’t worry though. I’ve been looking at you all morning.” “Really?” He asked with a dumb smile. “Oh, for sure.” Meera responded. “I don’t know what it is, but… your face looks so comfortable.” “C-Comfortable?” He then put his hands over his crotch, trying to nonchalantly hide himself. “Like- I don’t know, I just wanna sit on it.” Meera continued egging him on. “What do you say I just drag you into my bedroom & make you worship all this?” She then grabbed her hip with enough force to make her fingers sink into her flesh. The boy groveled in return, watching her jiggle her own ass. She knew this was his dream come-true. “Like, right now.” “... R-Right now right now?” He looked like he was going to have a heart attack. “Do I need to make you?” She asked, then nodded toward her front door. “Either you do or you don’t. I’m just saying… it would be really cool if we could.” That alone prompted him to walk around the fence. Meera bit her lip as she led him to her front door, then inside her house. She shut the door behind him, then took a breath; she was excited to whip her phone out & record a video. As they walked into her bedroom, Meera then shoved him hard enough to make him stumble onto the bed. He visibly shuddered from excitement of his own. “Close your eyes & open them when I say so.” Meera commanded. He listened without provocation, laying down flat on the bed with his eyes clenched shut. Meera started recording & sat her phone on the bed-side table, then stepped up onto the bed. “Can you handle my weight?” She asked, tapping his chest with her foot. “I’ve been eating a lot since you left for college.” “I-I can handle it.” He answered. Meera stepped over him before squatting. Her breath grew shaky as her ass hovered over his head; she knew could smother him into unconsciousness if her last ‘session’ was anything to go by. A deeper sadistic part of her wanted to make him suffer. He was a pervert, so he deserved it. “Open your eyes.” The boy opened up to see her abaya-clad posterior. She looked down at him over her shoulder. Meera then lowered her hips. The boy clenched his fists as a warm mass of fabric enveloped his face. He moved his hands up to her hips & hugged her butt, making her smile from the contact. “Thmck ymm..” He hummed, but his voice was muffled. She knew what he said though. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.” She commanded, sliding her feet under his head. Feeling his nose sink into her ass made her eyes roll back. She was in heaven. And better yet, she had another fart. Bwoorrrrrrrrrrmpt Meera tensed up after letting a bassy fart out, then sat down on the boy’s face with more weight. Expectedly, he began to cough before trying to push her off. His fighting reminded her of the college student she had punished, and she smirked before grabbing his arms. “MMMPH!” He pleaded to be let go. That fart practically damaged his nose. “It’s just a little gas.” She acknowledged him. “Just sniff it while I sit on your face.” “MMMMPH!” He tried to shake his head, but her weight & strength kept his face locked deep into her ass. Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff… Despite being an SBD, she heard it puff out to a concerning volume. The boy began to thrash with vigor in an attempt to free himself, but Meera leaned back; his body flew up, but his head remained stuck. Pfffffffffffssssssrrrrrrrrbbbt The boy screamed again before a wet-burping noise followed. 3 farts in, and he had thrown up. And even worse, Meera had another fart for him. Bwrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmpt The boy sobbed with defeat as she effortlessly smothered him. Her desires were answered; Meera felt herself getting more & more aroused from his struggling. She let go of his arms & rubbed her areola before leaning back against the bedpost. The boy once again tried to push her off, but her size-advantage left him helpless. “Plmms gmt mff..” He pleaded, but Meera ignored him & continued playing with her body. Brbrbrrbrbrbrbrbbpt “Mmh~ eat that..” She instructed as he gagged. After years of him shamelessly oggling at her butt, she felt great inflicting this much pain on him. Gwruuuuuuuuuuuupt Pfffssss… Rrrrrrppbt Blrrrrrrrrrphht Prrp… brrrrrrrrrssss… blrrrrpt Meera continued to sit on her neighbor’s face for nearly half an hour. But even as happy as she was, she knew this was going on for a while. Her stomach wasn’t as bloated as it was earlier, and she knew his parents were probably coming home soon. At long last, the boy felt relief when Meera raised her hips. She looked down to see his bloodshot eyes soaked with tears; he breathed out of his mouth, heaving as much fresh air as he could to purge his lungs of the smell of digested meat & spice. “Are you going to look at my ass again?” She asked. The boy coughed before answering. “N-No..” “Good.” She then slid off of his body before snapping her fingers at her door. “Get out, or I’ll tell your parents that you begged for it.” “F-Fine-” He slid off the bed & rushed to the door before exiting. Watching him sprint away from her made her feel powerful. She then ended the video as the sound of the front door slamming echoed through the house. Almost 35 minutes worth of footage was present. She played it, and enjoyed watching herself inflicting damage on her neighbor’s son. She rubbed herself as she watched the video, eventually climaxing. That was the first time in over a decade that she had played with her body, and it was certainly the most rich with dopamine. Now she just needed a place to upload the video. |
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