This is the first episode of the Mistress Mary series. More to come.
Warning: This story is rather extreme. Take a look at the tags, if you find any of those terms disgusting then you should stop reading immediately.
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You walk up the steps towards Mary's apartment, thinking about how lucky you are that Mary, the hottest girl at University, asked you to tutor her. This is going to be your big chance to get close to her. She's out of your league but you're pretty sure that she doesn't have a boyfriend. You ring the doorbell and Mary answers.
You lose your breath at the sight of her. Your eyes look down at her light blue mini-skirt that barely covers her pubic area before wandering up to her white tank top. The top was slim-fitting so you could see through it to her gorgeous belly, smooth and plump without being fat. Your eyes continue upward to the entrancing cleavage revealed by her low-cut top, and your eyes rest on the nipples protruding from behind the teasingly thin fabric.
You use your hands to cover the huge bulge growing in your pants.
"Come in." she says curtly. You enter and she closes the door and locks it behind her. She leads you upstairs to her bedroom. You walk in and set your books on the desk. Mary pulls up a chair 90 degrees to you and sits on it. You try your hardest not to look down in between her legs to avoid coming off as a creeper.
She asks you a question about one of the homework problems. You enthusiastically pull out your answer to the problem and begin explaining how to do it. She leans forward to see what you're doing, and you instinctively look down her top. Your heart races as you see her breasts get squeezed together into a wonderful cleavage and her uncovered nipples creep into view.
Your homework explanation trails off as you stare down her top. You look back up to see that Mary was watching you. You quickly turn away in shame, but she says "It's alright, you want to see more?"
You nod your head emphatically. She tells you, "The guys I date never do what I want them to. If you can satisfy me..."
She lifts one of her legs up so that you can see under her skirt. Your erection gets harder when you find that she isn't wearing any panties.
"...I will satisfy you."
This seems too good to be true. You ask her what the catch is.
She replies, "You just have to worship my body."
You tell her that you can do that.
She chuckles. "We'll see."
She stands up and kneels before her bed. She leans over so that her stomach is resting on the bed and her vagina peeks out from under her skirt.
"Kiss my ass!" she commands.
You don't think you heard her correctly and stare at her, confused.
"What part of 'kiss my ass' did you not understand?"
You don't like where this is going and you tell her that you are going to leave. She smiles at you, amused. Then she pulls up her skirt to reveal her round and luscious ass. Your inhibitions are suddenly overridden and you kneel down and put your lips to her behind. You kiss her left cheek and then her right, feeling her butt-sweat mix with your saliva.
"Don't just kiss it, make out with it!"
You start passionately licking her ass, coating the cheeks and even the crack with your saliva. You can tell she hasn't showered recently, but the taste turns you on even more.
"Don't stop there! French kiss it!"
You pull her cheeks apart, her asshole opening up in anticipation of a visitor, and you stick your tongue inside. You can taste trace amounts of shit as your tongue moves all around the rim and inside of her asshole. She moans in pleasure at the sensation, but then you sense a strange movement coming from her bowels. You taste a strange gas and then hear a sudden loud noise. It took a moment for you to register what it is, but then you feel shock when you realize that she is farting in your mouth!
"Keep going!"
You obediently keep tonguing her ass, but the smell is awful and you nearly gag from inhaling fart after fart. Finally, the farting ends and she tells you to stop. You tell her that you definitely need to leave now and don't think you can continue tutoring her.
"Oh, are you sure?"
You pick up your books and put them in your backpack. You glance at her and see that she is standing. She puts her hands below her already pulled-up skirt and continues pulling up her skirt above her head, bringing her tank top with it. Your jaw drops at the beauty of her belly and perfection that is her boobs.
"Come on, just let me fulfill one fantasy and then I'll let you fuck me."
Your hormones override your better judgment and you agree.