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“You want to work it off? Hmmm, alright! Just know, there's no tapping out of this.”

You don’t really get much say in the matter as she snaps her fingers, you feel your hands move behind your back, and then something ties them together.

“Insurance so you don’t try and push off any customers. We need a stool. And we’ll pay you appropriately.”

She walks up to you, moving out of the bar, then grabs you and carries you to her side. Putting you on your knees, where you get a view of her meaty butt. She mocks you a little, spreading her cheeks wide, and you can already smell the rotten scent of cheese from between her cheeks.

See her pulsing hole, as it hungrily winks at you.

And notice that she definitely isn’t wearing any panties.

She spreads herself widely, and slowly slips back, landing on your face, and moaning in appreciation.

“Heh. You’ve got a pretty comfy face. Ugh. It's so hard being on your feet all day you know? I get so sweaty with how much I walk. It drips down my back, all the way into my crack. Makes me smell like a cheesy slut after a day of work. Well, at least you get to enjoy it now.”

Quickly the ropes of which your hands are tied end up connected to another rope as you are tied in place so you don't fall down, afterall no one wants a faulty chair. It will help you enjoy her scent like she mentioned.

Well you don't... She's only sitting on you, but she’s heavy.

She's only sitting on you, but her ass already reeks.

She's only sitting on you, and you already taste the sweat on her cheeks.

It drips into her crack, and between her hole and your nose. She sits so that you can still breathe. But all you get is air filtered by her ass. An hour passes, an hour of you huffing her cheeks, **** for what little air you get between her cheeks. Sometimes she forgets you’re there, shifting back and covering your nose completely. The only air being what's in her ass.

She doesn’t fart, but you suck with your nose, trying to get even a little air as she smothers you unconsciously, a disgusting sound echoing in your ears, and making her shift forward, a little startled.

“Oooh. Sorry. Forgot you were there.”

And she goes back to sitting. Turning towards a customer and chatting with a smile. Making simple drinks, and returning onto your face again and again.

This couldn't get any worse… could it?

It happens as she goes to sit down, she spreads her cheeks wide, puts her hole over your mouth, and grinds it back, but her hole opens, and spews forth a sickeningly cheesy scent as it reaches your nose.

She groans in relief and quickly blushes.

“Ah. That was an accident. Just…. Just sniff it up. You’re a chair for us now.”

Despite her blush, she sits on your face again, sealing in the gassy stench and more time passes.

This time, the hour passes with the occasional puff of gas right up your nose. She doesn’t blush anymore, nor apologize.

Her ass puffs and pops in your face, the only form of communication you get from her. It pulses and swallows your nose. Creating a deep connection. Filling you all the way to your lungs.

Or it creates a small gap, and surrounds your nose in her gas. Letting you sniff it up instead of air.

You cough and groan underneath her. Wanting this to be over. But it doesn end.

The slow **** of your nose continues, her weight feels heavier, your legs are numb. Your face is numb. The only part that isn’t is your nose. She doesn’t get up. She doesn’t relent. She just slowly pumps you with gas right from her hole.

You’ve smelt every flavor of her ass by now. Know what each scent means. Spicy for ****, wet for milk, airy for fruity drinks and cheesy after her snacks. She uses you as a chair. And doesn’t get off.

Time flies by. You lose track of it being under the blackness of her butt for the torturous time.

Your slip in and out of consciousness. Being put to sleep and awoken by gassy rumblers again and again in a cycle of noxious scents.

You feel her shift once more, pressing down hard on your nose with her sweaty wet hole now, sticky with ass juice after a series of wet bubbly farts after having drunk some milk from the bar.

“Okay. Almost done. Just stay conscious for this, and we can call it even”

Her ass pulses, kisses your nose as she pushes with all her might.

She grunts cutely again and again. Really giving it her all with this one.

With a particularly loud grunt, making some customers look over, she lets it all out. A wet spray of gas that floods your nose with not only the disgusting scent of digested, rotting milk, but also the flavor and taste as it drips into your nose like liquid,

You buck and moan under her, trying to get away from the insanely wet fart, but her hole follows your nose, intent on injecting it all right up there.

Your consciousness flickers from the ungodly stench, your body slumps. A small putter of gas pops in your nose. And she sighs as you fall limp against her butt.

“Oops. Guess we’ll start again when you wake up. Hehe. Good night!”

She won't get up, her ass stays in place and she keeps pumping you with her gas, even as you’re **** or sleeping. You are unable to escape her scent, and she enjoys you as much as she possibly can.