“N-no-“ You stutter out before her foot roughly slams down on your face.
“You really don’t know your place by now huh? Let me just show you then.”
She quickly changes position before you’re able to react, still dazed by the blow. Her legs are on each side of you, pinning your arms against her chest.
“Chhhht-ptoo” she spits into her hand and smiles at you before roughly pressing her palm up against your face. You feel her slimey spit rubbing against your pores and gag
She suddenly retracts her arm and full force punches you in the face. You start tearing up immediately and open your mouth to speak but she quickly sticks her entire hand in.
“What’s wrong, loser, cat got your tongue? FYI, haven’t washed this hand in awhile, but to be honest this is probably the cleanest thing you’re gonna have in there for awhile.”
You taste grime and salty sweat, what you would imagine a foot tastes like.
She pulls her hand out of your mouth and spins around, so that her butt is facing you.
“I’ve always wanted to try this. Don’t move.”
You don’t dare move, face still throbbing from her lunch.
She slowly brings her ass up over your face, wiggling it a bit before slowly lowering it down.
Her shorts feel soft and her ass cheeks slowly envelop your entire face, making every breathe stale through her ass crack and unwashed clothes. She sits for a minute, your face surrounded by her warm smelly ass cheeks.
Suddenly you feel a slight push of air, before being assaulted by one of the most foul smells you’ve ever encountered. You retch and struggle, but are unable to escape as her legs flex and stop you from moving.
“HAHAHA oh my gosh, I literally just farted on your face.. your sister literally just farted on your face. There’s nothing you can do to make up for this, might as well just pack it in loser.”
She lifts her but and wiggles it over you.
“Might as well just marry my ass now. No girl will want you after I educate them about your breathing habits” she sways her ass while emphasizing the words.
She peppily hops up and stands over you. As she looks down you realize how scared you are. She has humiliated you and clearly has no intention of stopping. She puts a hand on her hip and grins at you, unable to say anything and too afraid to move.
“Guess you wish you licked my feet now, huh loser? I still haven’t punished you for that yet by the way. I’m thinking a nice toe cleaning with the back of your throat, what do you think?”
Your heart beat went up, knowing you had to escape,
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