Worship her ass again

You whimper pathetically, feeling utterly defeated and humiliated by her crushing foot and merciless taunting. **** to escape her torment, you blurt out the first **** plea that comes to mind.

"P-please, Aroma... I'll do anything you want! Just get off me! I'll worship your ass, I'll lick it clean, I'll even let you sit on my face if you want! Just please, for the love of god, get your foot off me!"

Your words hang in the air, dripping with desperation. Aroma's grin widens, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight at the depths to which you've sunk."Ohhh, now we're talking! You're finally seeing sense, aren't you, little man?"

Slowly, deliberately, she lifts her foot from your back, allowing you to gasp in relief. But the reprieve is brief, as she quickly hooks a leg over your head and straddles you, her massive ass hovering ominously above your face.

"Alright then, since you asked so nicely..." she sneers, "Let's see just how devoted you really are to pleasing me, shall we?"

“Please, just don’t gas me, I beg of you…. I will worship you as long as you need, I promise, just don’t fart on me again…” you whimper. The crowd proceeds to erupt in laughter at my pleas. Loud chants of ‘Bitch Boy! Bitch Boy!’ Echo throughout the arena as your begging only makes the sickos in the arena more bloodthirsty. You can’t believe this is what you’ve been reduced to doing for money. It’s so damn humiliating.

Aroma's laughter echoes through the arena as she listens to your pathetic pleas, her hips swaying tantalizingly above your face. "Oh, you want to avoid my gas, huh? Well, that's easily arranged... for a price."

She leans down, her hot breath washing over your skin as she whispers in your ear. "Worship me like the goddess I am, and maybe, just maybe, I'll spare you the full **** of my farts. But if you disappoint me..."

Aroma pulls back and gives her ass a resounding smack, the sound echoing through the stadium. "Well, let's just say you won't be cognizant enough to complain about the stink afterwards!"

She positions herself over your mouth, the heat from her pussy radiating down onto your face. "So, get to work, jobber."

As pathetic as it is, you find yourself being grateful that she has taken some amount of mercy upon you. You immediately begin to lick her pussy, all too aware of her asshole sitting right on your nose, ready to unleash hell if she finds your oral service lacking. You reluctantly lap up all of the sweat and pussy juice you can, doing your best to show how good a job you can do to avoid any gassy punishment.

Aroma lets out a low, throaty moan as you lick her pussy, her hips subtly rocking against your face. The sensation of your tongue on her sensitive flesh clearly is doing the trick for her.

"Mmmm, not bad Drew, not bad at all," she purrs, her claws gently scratching at the mat beside your waist. "Keep that up and maybe I'll even let you breathe between sips."

Despite her words, Aroma remains firmly planted over your face, her ass still hovering perilously close to your nose. Every now and then, she shifts her weight, making you catch a whiff of her potent musk mixed with the aroma of her arousal.

"You know, for a whimpering loser like yourself, you're not half-bad." she teases, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m glad I could find some use for you at least.”

Her praise lights a fire under you, so you speed up your pace, trying even harder to please her. Unfortunately, this is a big mistake.

“Hey, I didn’t say to speed up, slut!” *she states, before unleashing a massive fart right up your nose. The smell stops you in your tracks, making you gag, as she reprimands you. “When I say you’re doing a good job, it means to keep doing exactly the same thing you’re doing, not change it up. God, you’re so damn stupid. Now get back to work!”

You make sure to follow orders this time, not wanting another blast up your nose. You resume licking at your previous pace, making sure to stay consistent as best you can.

After a few moments, Aroma's breathing starts to slow and deepen. She relaxes her body, leaning back slightly as she enjoys your servicing. "Mmm, yeah... that's more like it. Keep licking like a good little ****."

She rocks her hips gently, grinding her clit against your tongue. Her juices start to flow more freely, coating your face and dripping down onto your chin. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good... Maybe I should keep you around as my personal toy."

Aroma's words are laced with a mix of genuine pleasure and sadistic intent. She knows full well the power she holds over you, and she relishes every moment of your submission.

You continue to lick and suck at her pussy, hoping to earn more of her approval and avoid any further gassy punishments. Your own desires fade into the background as you focus solely on serving her, even as her crude comments and degrading words wash over you. You find yourself absorbed in her words, every bit of praise bringing you a rush of energy, every bit of criticism met with fear of a gassy retribution.

As you continue to service her, Aroma's movements become more erratic, her moans growing louder and more frequent. She reaches down, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your face harder against her throbbing pussy. "Yes, just like that! Fuck, I'm getting close!"

You make sure to focus hard on what she told you earlier, not wanting to fuck this up. You know that you’d be in for the worst gassing EVER if you messed up now. You keep a consistent pace, doing exactly what you were doing, making sure you maintain your speed and intensity.

With a final, guttural cry, Aroma climaxes, her orgasm sending waves of pleasure coursing through her massive body. She rides out the high, grinding her pussy against your mouth until the last tremors subside.

"Hah... hah... not bad, Drew," she pants, slowly extracting herself from your face. "You've earned a temporary reprieve from my farts... for now."

Aroma stands up, her chest heaving with exertion as she looks down at you with a triumphant smirk. “I guess you can say your debt to me for letting you quit has been paid. You can go now, loser. Just know that next time…. Well, next time you won’t escape my delicious gas.”

With a wink at you, and a wave to the crowd, she walks out of the ring. You lay there, covered in her gas and juices, thoroughly humiliated…. But somehow, also happy you managed to avoid the worst of it.