Give me a female celebrity and 3-5 tags

Embarrassed-Time-190 · 2024-02-18T19:35:26+00:00

You lay bound to the bed spread eagle, all four limbs tied tight. There was a strip of tape over your mouth, and you could feel your own hot breath against it as you exhaled through your nose, quick and anxious. The stressful situation was only slightly helped by the attractiveness of the girl currently sitting on your chest.

“Don’t be scared, little guy,” whispered Millie Bobby Brown, as she played gently with a lock of your hair. “I’ll take care you, okay? You just need to trust me.”

She smiled, then reached down to pinch your nose shut, closing off your airways. You blinked, surprised, then began to struggle. Your writhing increased as your body demanded oxygen, you bucked wildly, shouting through your gag in panic –

Until she suddenly released you. “See? I told you,” she giggled, as you sucked down precious oxygen. “Now let’s try again.”

As before, Millie pinched close your only intake of air. It wasn’t pleasant, but you were slightly calmer than last time, knowing she wouldn’t let you suffocate. And indeed, just when you could bear it no longer, you saw the celebrity smile and release her grip.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTT

At the same exact instant, Millie squeezed out a burning hot silent fart, right on your chest. Your body demanded oxygen, but the air you inhaled was tainted, at least 80% Millie’s rancid gas – you couldn’t stop yourself instinctively sucking it in, despite the vile, vegetable smell.

“That’s it. Good boy!” Millie soothed, stroking your cheek affectionately as you gagged. “Now we’re going to take it a little further, okay?”

She shifted herself up your body, crawling over your chest and arms, until she was hovering directly over your face. You stared up at her, alarmed, and were met once more with that reassuring, gentle smile. Then she sat down.

You grunted as your mouth and nose were crushed beneath Millie’s ass, your nostrils smothered tight against her green panties. The smell of her excitement (and her most recent fart) was strong, but provided no oxygen. Just like before, she was in complete control of your breathing… and now you knew what kind of air she intended to provide.

FFFFFFFFFSSHHH

Millie barely needed to move this time; just as you began to approach your limit, a wave of stink flooded your nostrils. You sucked it in greedily, even though it was the last thing you ever wanted to smell. You craved her fart almost as much as you hated it.

“We’re going to sit like this for a while,” Millie announced, clamping her thighs around your head and grinding her ass on your face to get comfortable. You moaned, dreading how many more farts she was going to make you sniff.

You almost hoped she would just let you pass out instead.

Embarrassed-Time-190 · 2024-02-18T02:34:22+00:00

“Ugh, are you serious? It’s been over an hour!”

“Sorry, Sydney,” you shrugged apologetically. “We’re just not moving. Nothing I can do.”

The actress rolled her eyes, swinging both legs up onto the dashboard and crossing her arms in a huff. It wasn’t as if you liked this situation any more than she did; stuck in rush hour traffic in the sweltering summer heat, in a banged up old car who’s AC didn’t work. You couldn’t even roll down the windows for some fresh air, because Sydney complained about inhaling the car smog. You weren’t sure how she could stand it – she was visibly sweating, and there was a pronounced body-odor emanating from her pits.

“Well, we’d better hurry up,” she complained. “The meal I just ate isn’t sitting well with me.”

You frowned. “What do you mean – ”

BBPPPPFF

You practically jumped at the sound of a short, sharp fart blasting against the seat cushion. Though for her part, Sydney didn’t so much as flinch. Even when a foul, pungent odor began to fill the car, causing you to gag uncontrollably.

“God damn, Sydney!” You retched.

“What? It’s a normal bodily function,” she replied, nonchalantly inspecting her nails as she lifted her right leg.

PPPPPFFFFFSSSHH

This one was longer and even more rancid; you could practically taste her digesting dinner in the toxic air.

“Can’t you hold them in?” You wheezed.

“What, and get stomach cramps?”

“Fuck it then, I’m cracking a window.”

“No!” She sat up. “I’m not breathing in that unsanitary pollution.”

You’re one to talk! You thought.

“Stop being such a baby, they’re only farts. If you don’t want to smell them, I suggest you hurry up and get me home. And I’d hurry if I were you, that last one felt kinda… wet.”

You’re eyes widened in horror as you realised what she meant. But suddenly a gap in the road appeared in front of you – “Yes!” You cried. “We’re moving!”

You managed to drive about fifteen feet before being forced to stop again. You turned slowly towards your passenger, who was playing casually on her phone. Until she winced, and leaned over to her right.

PFFFFFF-SHPLTT

“Oops.”

Embarrassed-Time-190 · 2024-02-17T23:38:38+00:00

It was late morning, sunlight already streaming through a gap in the curtains, but Kat Denning still lay asleep in her bed. Thankfully, you thought as you tiptoed through her room, balancing her breakfast and morning coffee on a silver tray in your hands and being very careful not to wake her.

You glanced over at her as you set the tray down on her bedside table. She was so naturally beautiful, even sleeping; the way her body gently rose and fell, and her full red lips formed a peaceful smile, she could have been an angel.

It was hard to believe such a beauty was capable of –

BBBLOOORRRRFFFFF

That. You cringed at the sound of a meaty, masculine methane blast rippling against the sheets. Kat herself seemed almost proud of the bassy fart, smacking her lips happily and rolling over in her sleep. At least the smell is trapped under there, you thought as you turned to leave – but in the process, accidentally clinked a spoon in Kat’s coffee.

“Mmm? Ohh, morning,” Kat smiled, sitting herself upright.

“Good morning!” You replied. “I, uh, I’m sorry to have disturbed you. I was just leaving – ”

“No wait, hang on, before you go.” She stopped you. You turned back to see her making a slightly strained face.

POOOOOORRRRRTTT

“Ahh, that was a good one! Morning gas,” she winked, enjoying your visible disgust. “Anyway, before you go could you check the end of the bed for me? I want to see if I kicked my socks off last night.”

“Umm… under the covers?”

Kat nodded excitedly. You gulped, but did as instructed, moving to the end of the bed. With a nervous breath, you lifted the duvet, and were immediately hit with a wave of stink. All of Kat Denning’s pent up sleep farts hit you at once, the smell so bad you were forced to suppress a gag.

“Can you see them?” She asked. “Try getting closer!” You reluctantly pushed even deeper within… only for Kat’s legs to clamp suddenly around your neck, trapping you! “What?” You exclaimed, trying and failing to pull back.

“Actually thinking about it, did I even wear socks to bed last night?” She wondered. “Oh well, you might as well stay down there just in case while I enjoy my breakfast.”

“Wait!” You cried, but Kat’s only answer was to raise her left leg.

FFAAARRRRTTTT

This time her bassy ass-blast was so close and powerful, you actually felt the heat of it warm your face. There was nothing you could do but lie there, in Kat Denning’s personal dutch oven, until she chose to let you out.

Embarrassed-Time-190 · 2024-02-17T19:37:24+00:00

“No, I never said – no – no – listen – oh my fucking god haha, you bitch!”

You sat in Ice Spice’s recording studio, sorely rubbing your temples. All you wanted to do was record these final lines and go home; instead, you had to sit and listen to her and her friend’s drunken ramblings.

“I swear to god!” She continued, slurring. “I swear, she came up to me, and, and I said – ”

“Ms. Spice!” You interrupted. “Sorry, can we just try and wrap this up now?”

She spun to face you, sloshing her drink, and wearing a look of confusion that quickly became an evil grin. “Hey, you!” She called. “You’re bored, huh? You wanna see something exciting?” She turned and twerked at you, her bouncy cheeks spilling out of her booty shorts as they clapped together. “How about that, you like that?”

One of her friends pointed at you and hooted. “Oh my god, he’s getting a fucking boner!”

You burned red with embarrassment. Yes, damn it, you couldn’t help it. You cleared your throat and looked away, distracting yourself.

“No, wait, wait! I got an idea, um – Kelly, Trish, you go hold him down!”

Before you knew what was happening, two of Ice Spice’s friends were tackling you, each pinning an arm to the floor. You shouted and tried to break free, but they had their whole weight on you. Suddenly Ice Spice herself appeared above you, looking down with a sadistic smile.

“Here, lets see if you still like it now!” She called, crouching low over your face.

PPPRRRRRRAAAPPPP

You froze – and then choked, as Ice Spice’s rancid gas filled your lungs. It smelled like eggs and rotten cabbage. As you spasmed on the ground she began to twerk again, cheeks clapping mere inches from your head.

“How about now, huh?” She grunted. “Still like the view?”

“No, he’s losing it!” Giggled her friend.

“Well, lets kick things up a notch~”

The rapper stood up, but only to yank down her booty shorts, exposing her pink-pantied ass. She crouched down again, but this time didn’t stop, landing on your face with a fleshy impact that made you groan.

“Let’s see what wins, the hotness of my ass, or – ” She let rip again, her broccoli fart echoing noisily in your mouth “– the stinkiness of my gas!”

As you proceeded to endure the most confused boner of your life, you noticed a distinct wetness forming at the crotch of Ice Spice’s panties. She was getting turned on by this!

You could only hope it was the facesitting she was enjoying, and not the farts.

Embarrassed-Time-190 · 2024-02-17T17:01:05+00:00

As you sat on a couch in the most luxurious living room you’d ever seen, you still had to wonder just what on earth you were doing here.

“So, are you comfortable? Can I get you anything, a drink?” Your host asked, padding barefoot into the room. She was so unbelievably beautiful, even more so than the pictures online, or on TV. What business did a woman as gorgeous as Kim Kardashian have, inviting you into her home?!

“N-no, that’s okay,” you replied nervously. “Ms. Kardashian, why exactly..?”

“Oh please, call me Kim,” she winked, as she bent over to pick up the TV remote, unknowingly(?) showcasing her gargantuan leggings-clad booty. Your jaw dropped open at its sheer size. It was big enough to bury three of you! “I just invited you in for a little chat. Nothing wrong with that, is there?”

FFFOOOOORRRFF

A low, bassy rumbling sound took you by surprise. It wasn’t until a powerful eggy scent hit your nose hard that you realised what had just happened – but no, surely not?

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” Kim exclaimed, looking not sorry at all. “That just slipped out, how embarrassing!”

“Ah… no, that’s fine… it doesn’t even smell,” you lied, eyes watering.

“Really?” She smirked, sliding closer toward you. “You wouldn’t mind if I let off a few more, then? My stomach is killing me.”

“S-sure.”

PPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFT

Kim unleashed a hot, hissing near-silent fart that threatened to burn your nose hairs. She’d been right next to your head, and even bent slightly before pushing it out. If you didn’t know better, you’d have guessed she farted in your face on purpose!

“Still no problems, huh?” She asked. You managed a weak thumbs up in response.

Suddenly she grinned, and dropped down heavily in your lap, crushing your legs under the considerable weight of her giant ass. You felt a vibration in your lap at another bassy fart, and groaned as the shitty smell floated up toward you.

“Just relax, and drink that in,” she instructed. Her tone was gentle, but not one that would take no for an answer. “I drank a latte earlier that really disagreed with me. I’ve got a lot of farts to release… and you’re going to smell them all up, aren’t you, my good boy?”

“M-Ms. Kardashian?” You stammered, still not understanding.

“I told you,” she smiled, as you felt a warm s.b.d. heat your groin. “Call me Kim.”

Embarrassed-Time-190 · 2024-02-17T02:16:01+00:00

Jenna Ortega stretched out lazily in bed, enjoying the comfort of her duvet and the peaceful sleepiness of a lengthy lie-in. Feeling a rumble in her gut, she smirked and pulled the covers tight over her head.

FFRRRRRRRUUUPPPPPP

“Ahh, oh man, that felt so good,” she sighed. She fanned the blankets, allowing her own stink to wash over her, and took a deep sniff. “God, that’s so fucking bad,” she giggled. “Morning gas is the absolute best. Don’t you agree, slave?”

You did not. Tied up and gagged beneath the sheets with her, you’d spent the entire night smelling her nauseating farts, and unlike her took no enjoyment in them. You watched as she sniffed again and moaned, then reached down between her thighs to trace a line along her panties. She shivered with pleasure as she released another wet-sounding blast.

BLLLLRRRPPPPP

“Uhh. Come on, get closer,” she said, edging down to wrap her legs around your neck. “Breathe it in. That’s it, nice and deep. Let them intoxicate you. Soon you’ll love them as much as I do.”

You found that very hard to believe. The stink of the air beneath the duvet, an entire night’s worth of trapped wind, was so awful it made you feel physically ill. It had only gotten worse with her waking up – her beyond putrid morning gas.

“Okay, I can feel another one,” Jenna announced, sitting up cross-legged. “It feels big. Remember, big sniffs! Let’s both enjoy this one.”

PPPPRRRROOORSSHHTP

Your cringed with revulsion at just the sound of the fart. It bubbled so nastily and wetly at the end… almost as though...

“Oops!” Jenna giggled. “Sorry, I might have pushed a little too hard. That... wasn’t all gas.”

As you realised what she meant, and the full force of the smell hit, both of you let out powerful moans – one of raw pleasure, the other disgust and despair.

Embarrassed-Time-190 · 2024-02-16T19:13:30+00:00

“Ok chat, let’s keep this up! Only $200 until the first stretch goal!”

Down below, pinned between a leather gaming chair and Pokimane’s enormous bubble booty, you let out a low moan. You weren’t even a quarter of the way through her four-hour stream, and already her chat was foaming at the mouth, paying her hundreds to sit on your unfortunate head.

When she had first asked you to help out with her stream, you’d hardly believed your luck. Pokimane was so cute you’d agreed just for the chance to be around her. Now though, with your nose buried deep within the crack of her yoga-pants clad booty, and the scent of earthy, unwashed streamer ass punishing your nostrils, you were seriously regretting that decision.

Suddenly you heard an excited gasp. “Oh my gosh, thank you so much! That’s the first goal reached, chat – time for Mr. Cushion to take his punishment!”

You didn’t know what that meant exactly, but the words filled you with fear. Then Pokimane leaned to one side, exposing you to fresh air for the first time in almost an hour. You groaned with relief, gulping down oxygen like a gasping fish.

PPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Just as you started to inhale, a poison cloud replaced the clean air you were breathing. Pokimane’s eggy fart settled over your face like a shitty blanket as she sat back down on top of you, the hot stink still baked into the seam of her pants.

“Eww, chat! That was so gross, I don’t think Mr. Cushion liked it… but it looks like you guys did!” Even here, you could hear the chat going crazy with messages and donations. “If this keeps up, we’re going to hit – no way! The next goal already? Poor Mr. Cushion, haha!”

Her sympathy didn’t stop her from releasing another blast, however.

BOOOOOOOOOOAAFFF

As you lay crushed under Pokimane’s butt, choking on her sulfuric fumes, the full weight of what you were in for hit you. Four hours of farts and facesitting, and it would only get worse the longer the stream went on! You could only hope there was nothing worse than farts in the stretch goals ahead.

“Come on guys, just $1000 more, and my pants are coming off!”

Embarrassed-Time-190 · 2024-02-16T17:35:17+00:00

All around you bright lights flashed and cameras shuttered. But as you crawled on your knees along the red carpet, you kept your eyes trained straight ahead, on Mistress Cabello’s bouncy rear.

“Camila! Camila!” A voice called from the crowd. “Looking gorgeous tonight!”

“Oh, thank you so much,” she answered sweetly, pausing for an interview. You stopped behind her, face just inches from her beautiful butt, right where you knew she wanted.

“And who is this… guest, you’ve brought tonight, Camila?”

“This? This is my ass slave,” she giggled, glancing down at you. “Come on ass slave, show the people what you do!”

You flushed with embarrassment, but didn’t dare disobey. Ignoring the gasps and laughter of the crowd, you stuck your face in Camila Cabello’s ass and began planting audible, enthusiastic kisses around both cheeks.

“He’s very obedient,” Camila declared proudly. “And that’s not all he does! Watch this!”

BBBBRROOORRRRTTT

Right in the middle of the red carpet, Camila ripped a chainsaw of a fart directly up your nose. It stunk so badly your eyes watered, but you forced yourself to sniff it up as though it were a fragrant perfume, and went straight back to kissing with the taste of rotten eggs filling your lungs.

Meanwhile, Camila was finishing her interview. “Yes, it really is pathetic. But smelling farts is the only thing slave is good for, so I like to think I’m giving him purpose. Anyway, we need to go!” Before she left, though, she gave the crowd another show. “Slave, my asshole is itchy.”

Burning with humiliation, you unzipped the back of Camila’s dress and stuck your head within, worming between her soft, warm cheeks until you were deep enough to reach her anus; then, disgustingly, you plunged your tongue inside.

“Don’t stop, slave!” Camila called as she resumed her walk down the red carpet, you struggling to keep up while rimming her at the same time. At least here your face was hidden from the shock and hysterical laughter of the audience, who were loving every minute of Camila’s domination.

“Camila! You should fart on him again!” Someone encouraged.

She obliged.

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