The beer, Mexican food, and stress gets to her

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of pure fiction and imagination. Please do not carry out any of the activities portrayed in the chapter in the manner or spirit I describe them! As this is ultimately a snuff story, I can kinda ignore the basic principles/rules behind a healthy and successful BDSM relationship, but IRL any BDSM activities/fetish play should be done in a sane, safe, respectful and consensual way. They should also be conducted fully sober, NOT under the influence of ANY substances to ensure the safety, wellbeing and happiness of all participants. After care is important!

Stay happy, safe and kinky everybody!

As Jess walked through the door of her house, and it was hers now, she felt a gurgling in her stomach. Her ass clenched as she felt something try to escape. She quickly ran up to her room feeling extremely uncomfortable. She half unzipped your body bag to expose your neck and chest and pushed the button on the side of the toilet box to raise you to the max level. She lifted the lid, and almost screamed at you "open your mouth as wide as you can you fucker!" You obeyed instantly, too scared to do anything else, the insanity in her voice sending shivers down your spine and causing your own bowels to clench.

She bunched her skirt around her waist and promptly sat her ass over your mouth. Prrrrrrrrpt a jet of toxic air filled with your mouth, along with something wet, sulphurous, and strangely yet substantially soft. You gagged and almost retched at the taste. But you managed to stop yourself, knowing that if you made her angry, things would go so much worse for you. "Chew and swallow! Quickly! There's more to come!" Jess sounded like she was in pain, so you quickly complied, swallowing back your vomit from the rank, melted Nougat like substance. Once you had swallowed nearly 3 quarters of the nauseating substance, you felt something shift above you.

This time something harder entered your mouth. It was like a large log of fudge in terms of size and texture, but tasted no less foul than what you had already been subjected to. You began to chew and swallow, actively fighting your gag reflex. "Now lick!" Jess ordered. You started to cry as your tongue reflexively darted out of your mouth to prove and clean the hellish mess from, what you now realised must be, your sisters asshole.

Jess sighed in relief and satisfaction as she felt her ass finally cleaner than it had ever been. She reached over to the bag by her side,zipped it open and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and her lighter. She settled down full weight on your face as she sparked up and relaxed.

Jess zoned out, dragging on her smoke and thinking about nothing. It wasn't until the heat of the cigarette started to warm her fingers, that she noticed it was about two or three drags from being burnt down to the filter. She looked down and saw your nipples hardened by being exposed to the air once again. She immediately stubbed the remainder of her smoke out on your bare chest.

The sharp burning pain made you scream, but your sister's positioning on your face had unforseen consequences. Not only was your scream of pain muffled to the point of being nothing more than a groan to the outside world, but it made your tongue shoot straight up deep into her asshole. The sudden push of your tongue into her sphincter caused Jess's muscles to contract, making her fall back heavily onto your face, with her asshole tightening to stop your tongue from withdrawing. As you our tongue was shoved deeper into her hitherto unknown ultimate g-spot, she squirted for her first time. Jess was now totally addicted to this.

Eventually, after three hours of repeating this and stubbing her cigarettes out on different spots of your chest, she shakily got off of you. "Sorry I left you alone for most of the day," the regret in her voice almost sounding sincere, "but now you know how real men feel when we women get seduced away from them by the generous and unconditional simping you and your kind provide us, and now you know how they feel when we finally realise our mistakes and return to them!" With that she slammed the lid closed on your face and pressed the button to return you to your original position.

She went to her laptop to edit and post today's video to her blog. Then she went down to the kitchen to make herself a light salad for dinner.

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of pure fiction and imagination. Please do not carry out any of the activities portrayed in the chapter in the manner or spirit I describe them! As this is ultimately a snuff story, I can kinda ignore the basic principles/rules behind a healthy and successful BDSM relationship, but IRL any BDSM activities/fetish play should be done in a sane, safe, respectful and consensual way. They should also be conducted fully sober, NOT under the influence of ANY substances to ensure the safety, wellbeing and happiness of all participants. After care is important!

Stay safe, happy and kinky everybody!