You gag and wretch as Derek's fart ripples into the mattress. The scent of the noxious gas swirls around you, mixing into a stomach-turning cloud with Derek's unwashed musk, smoke and nicotine. His pale, meaty thighs stretch out on either side of you like a canyon, his cock and balls sitting lewdly before you.
You turn beet red in embarrassment and disgust. You feel ready to puke from the assault on your senses. You're not into dudes, and even if you were, Derek's a disgusting douche. There's no way you'd ever want ANY part of this.
"C'mon, loser. Hurry the fuck up." Derek lazily lets smoke cascade between his lips as he rocks his hips from side to side, wiggling his privates at you.
"But...you...I..." This whole situation is overwhelming and unfair. You can barely string a sentence together. "Derek I can't just..."
"Fe fi fo fum," Derek cuts you off, the complacent expression on his face making it clear he doesn't give a shit what you have to say. "Jack me off and make me cum."
Derek's lubricous attitude is like a slap across your face. You look at him, then down at his dick, softly bobbing eagerly as it waits for you. The indignity of it gives you a sliver of a spine within the gross apprehension. "Derek! Come on man, you can't do this to me!"
Derek takes another drag, staring at you, then grins. "I was kinda hoping you'd say that." He scoots up, shoving his junk on top of you before you can try to dodge. Teabagging you, he humps you aggressively, pounding his balls on your stomach and in your face. "Just so we're clear, loser. You're GONNA jerk this dick. Whenever I want it." He sneers as he continues pummeling you under his sac. "But I got no problem breakin' you in."
You couch and groan as Derek slides off you, feeling like a truck just rammed you in the gut. Your skin crawls ice cold as you see Derek turn around, hovering his bare ass over you. Unable to get the energy to roll, you're helpless as Derek lowers his giant rump, nestling you square in his crack as he sits on you.
Derek chuckles, grinding down into the bare mattress. "Ya like my fat ass, loser?" He bucks his hips, rubbing and bouncing his thick backside on you. "You're gonna love it. I'm gonna MAKE you love it." Settling on top of you, he pauses, grunts, and rips a fart on you.
The hot blast of wind hits you like a brick wall. The stench burns your eyes and scorches your nostrils. You squirm and thrash miserably, sandwiched between Derek's blubbery cheeks, unable to budge.
"Aww fuck yeah. Sniff it, loser." Derek slowly grinds again before he rips another blast of gas. "Hehe. Ya like that? Yeah ya do, ya like that." With a low growl, he fires three short bursts, continuing to relive his gut on you. "Yeah...FART on you..."
Your eyes are blurry and watery, whether with tears or just the stress of the smell, you can't tell. Probably both. You feel like you'd do anything to make this stop. But you know what he wants.
Derek moans loudly and lewdly as he lets another wave of gas rip onto you, softly bouncing his weight. "Fuuuuuuck yeah...."
Time seems to be standing still in this torture chamber as....
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