***Disclaimer: I have no idea how OnlyFans works (if there are OF streams etc.) so if it doesn't make sense in the context of this story, pretend I made up some clever fake sex work site lol***
The sound of Cara's PS4 starting up made me shudder. I could barely hear it from beneath her ass, but the faint tune was a reminder I was in for a long session. Cara adjusted herself and I could feel her asshole puckering through her pink polka dot pajama pants.
"Ugh... I really need to fart..." she said, loudly. "I've been blocked up all week... these are gonna be terrible."
I moaned, loud enough for her to hear and she giggled.
"Oh shut the fuck up. You love this."
I felt her pelvic muscles tense and this time, a small, silent fart bubbled into my open mouth. Cara gasped and immediately got up. She unlatched the cushioned queening chair and let me up.
"Fuck fuck. I'm so sorry. Hold on." She waddled to the tripod, holding her pajama pants to her ass, and stopped the camera. "I need to check these panties, that felt real bad."
Cara went into the bathroom and shut the door. I sat on our bed and wiped my face with the damp clean towel.
Moments later, Cara emerged, embarrassed.
"It was nothing... I don't know, it just felt real wet..." She sat down next to me and playfully grabbed my erect penis.
"Yeah, thanks... because yesterday was-"
"-I know, I know. I'm not trying to trick you or anything, okay? Today's a dry day." She kissed me on the cheek. I looked at her beautiful face. She flashed me puppy dog eyes and smiled back. She nodded to the chair and I sighed before getting back on the ground.
Cara hit 'record' on the camera and sat back down.
"Ready to eat farts for two hours, bitch?"
Cara and I had started this OnlyFans six months ago, but the donations had already paid for the rest of the year's rent. She left her job last month and we decided we'd wait until we hit 60K before I could leave mine. It started with just her. She'd let fans watch her play video games and strip and earned about $100 a week. Then, when she got more comfortable, she noticed something interesting. The sloppier and grosser she got during her streams, the more money she earned. She started burping, eating junk food, scratching her pits, and then farting. That got really popular. In her second month alone, she made $2000. Soon her patrons started to ask her to fart on stuffed animals, saying dirty and dominant things, but then they wanted more.
When she let slip that she had a boyfriend, her most loyal patrons all but demanded she include me. We started having sex on camera, but Cara was already the Dirty Mistress. They wanted blood. I always loved facesitting, but these freaks wanted deep asshole cleaning, tongue baths, foot and armpit worship... and they were willing to pay handsomely for it.
A month later and I was basically Cara's slave when the camera was rolling. She'd start her streams at 6AM, waking me up by dangling her unwashed panties in my face. Other times she would sit and blow farts into my face until I woke up gasping. While I was at work, she'd play videos we made the night before or on the weekend, of me cleaning the toilet, licking her feet, or sitting with my face in her pussy for hours while she played video games.
The queening chair was a gift from SubSissy42. Ever since we got it, our facesitting and gaming sessions went from 10 minutes to hours. I wondered sometimes if Cara forgot I was under her.
The structure was roughly the same for each one. Cara would start with clothes on, then strip to panties, then bare ass. Sometimes she'd stuff the panties into my mouth and I would pretend to beg her not to. It was rough for me from the start, but our progression was slow.
A week ago, however, it all changed.
It was a Sunday and we'd gone out drinking the night before. We were celebrating after a patron gave us $300 during our Friday stream. I was petty hungover and apparently so was Cara, because she didn't wake me up until 11AM that morning--by stuffing a dirty sock into my mouth, of course. As I groggily made my way to the chair, I smelled something disgusting. Our bathroom, connected to our room, was open and Cara had obviously took a massive shit.
"Fuck sorry," said Cara, closing the bathroom door.
"Uh... are you clean?" I asked, giving her a look.
Cara, tired and testy, scoffed. "Yeah. Obviously. I used the wet wipes. Relax. I just had a little bit of the runs from last night. You know what beer does to me. Now get down, bitch." She smiled. Lately she had been letting her character slip into the real world. Obviously always joking, but enjoying it nonetheless. Cara took off her pajama bottoms and revealed the same white cotton panties she'd worn the night before. I sighed and got into the chair.
As soon as I was locked in, Cara hit 'record' and stood over me. She looked down.
"I just got this game and I wanna beat it by tonight, so you better be fucking ready."
"Please... no..." I said, weakly.
"Shut the fuck up, and kiss my ass." Cara lowered her white cottoned ass down just close enough for me to kiss her panties. I did and she bobbed up and down so I could kiss both cheeks. She did this a couple times and after the fourth kiss, I noticed something was wrong. That same smell of her dumps (I knew it well) was stinging my nostrils. She hadn't cleaned herself as well as she thought.
"Wait, Cara-" Before I could say our safeword, she plopped herself down and started playing her game. With my face this close to her asshole, I could smell the still fresh shit clinging to her ass. I tried shaking and telling her to get off, but she was used to me playing the 'bad slave'.
"What'd I say about shutting the fuck up!" She bounced up momentarily, getting more comfortable, and with my mouth open and trying to tell her, she rammed her ass back down and puckered her asshole.
