What’s it Worth?
by American Wonton

WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, SCAT, AND SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. READER DISCRETION ADVISED.

“Come on, Cynthia, you owe me! Just once, up the butt, that’s it-” BBLLRRRPPPPAAPPTTTTTT! Cynthia sighed as her harsh fart cut Dom off mid sentence. She said nothing else, digging into her scrambled eggs and ham once more- it seemed she’d said enough on the matter. Dom pressed again angrily. “Cynthia, you fucking shat on my chest after nearly giving me…” “The best orgasm of your life?” PPTTRLLLRRBBBUUTTT! Dom’s eyes darted underneath her night shirt, where her plump booty spilled out over the chair. FFFLLLRROTTTUUURRPPTTT! Of course she was wearing pink underwear below, ruining a perfectly good pair of undergarments. She was a disgusting freak and Dom felt miserable being back in her parent’s log cabin again. But he’d come to get what he was owed.“No, a heart attack. You owe me a fuck, you said it yourself.” “No I- UGH- didn’t,” she said, taking another bite and letting the harsh eggy smell poof around the room. “I just said I owe you. And now we’re having a conversation on what I owe you. And it’s not just that.” FFTTLLLRRRUUUTTT! Dom backed away from the table; he felt sick to his stomach smelling her so close. “Will you stop?” he asked. “Here you are again, always getting the upper hand!”

Cynthia rose, quickly crossing the room towards Dom. “Alright Dom, listen. This is my final offer.” she said. “You smell my farts, five minutes straight, then you put it in my ass. Deal?” Dom had never met a partner online so upfront...and so nasty. “I...two minutes.” he said. “Five. And now, I want my asshole licked, inside and out.” Dom looked over her plump figure, so cute and so deadly in her morning get up. “I...did you wipe?” Cynthia smiled, turning round and bending over. Her underpants were descended, showcasing a clean asshole, aside from the clinging hair and smell that could kill a small animal. FFFTTLLRRROOPPBBLLTTTTTT! Her fart prolapsed her pooper, showing nothing hiding inside. Dom began to sweat as the moist smell hit his nose. The words, “all right,” rolled off his tounge.

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Dom questioned who’s fault it really was he was eating Cynthia’s ass. PPPTTRRLLLOOOBBBBTTTTTT! Was it her bitchy, dominatrix attitude that forced him to have that fart pushed down his throat? Or was he inhaling the ham and sour milk taste of his own accord, wanting that 10 second orgasm he was promised. BBLLRRLLLBBBBBBBPPPTTTT! “Ohhh,”. Cynthia seemed to have no quarrel with his decision, rubbing her clit as her asshole plunged into Dom’s mouth. They simply went into her living room, her standing, him kneeling like a dog. Then he opened his mouth and she fired away. BBBRRRLOOFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT! With her free hand, she pulled Dom’s face closer into her booty cheeks. “More tounge,” she said moaning, flexing her hole for another fart. FLLLTTRRSSSSHHLLTTTT! Cynthia sharted her bitter ass slime onto Dom’s gums. It made his stomach churn when he swallowed...but it wasn’t shit, so he kept his tounge in place. PPPRRRLLLLPPPPPPPPTTT! Then, after her rippling fart, Dom felt his tounge yanked inward. Her asshole, with it’s seemingly magical properties, was holding him inside. Dom stopped plunging inward and wondered if he could even pull out or if his tounge would snap off. BBBRRRRLLAAAABBPPPTTLLRROOOTTTT! “Aoohhhhhh! More tounge! Deeper!” PPPRRROOOOOOTTTT! Cynthia’s farts became more powerful, more hurried. As she stuck two more fingers inside her vagina, Dom waggled his tounge and pushed inside. PPRRRRRMMPPPTTTT! FFFFLLLAAAATT! BBBRRRLLAAAAARRRBBTTTT! Foreign farts flooded his face and Dom gagged as his oxygen supply was now cursed with methane. He felt Cynthia’s cum drip on his shirt and with one final fart, she released him.

BBLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLL! Dom tried backing out, but realized he was right...her asshole was holding him in place, like that one Christmas kid and the ice. Dom coughed as the rank fart, full of vile flavor, surrounded him. After another second, Cynthia released him. She sighed, walking over to her couch. Dom watched her kneel on a cushion, spreading her cheeks across her hands. “Ok, let’s go.” And go they did.

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The rule, (Dom was sure to specify) was that Cynthia had to let him do the fucking. No weird ass play. Cynthia laughed. “So you’re telling a girl she can’t fart? What a gentlmen.” PPRRTTLLLRROOOBBTTTT! Dom watched her hole shoot forth his own fiddle and he angrily pushed his index finger inside. Yup, there it was, the intense closing of her butthole. “No doing that! Just let me slide in and out. No tricks.” Cynthia sighed, letting his finger go.
Dom was having as much fun as he could fucking Cynthia’s ass. Inside those thick walls of booty was a hole just tight enough to fit his dick inside, just lubricated enough to slide it out, and just real enough to be better than masturbating all alone. Cynthia, wasn’t so enthused. BBBRRRRRRLLLLTTTTTTTTTT! Dom was interrupted from his spree as the fart trickled around her hole...the feeling was amazing. But he put his foot down. “Don’t...do that thing…” he said. Cynthia, fully in control of her facilities said, “I know I know, calm down.” FFRRRPPMMMPPTTTTTT! Dom shivered as the strong eggy toot hit his dick. He continued.
He was now towards climax and still, nothing from Cynthia. No cries of pain or pleasure; she simply bent over, stone faced, even as Dom slapped her ass or pushed the deepest he could. Still nothing. Her face only contorted when her recent fart exploded. PPLLLLLRRRSSSHHAAARRRBBOOTTTT! “Oohhhh, that was a wet one,” she exclaimed to herself. Indeed, it was and Dom received extra lubrication because of it. Her hole exceeded the maximum size for his pleasure...in short, it was too slippery. “I can’t...what the hell. Cynthia laughed and then, pressed her asscheeks together. BBRRRLLLAABBRROOOPPTTTTT! Her trick was in action again and Dom gasped. Her asshole had his dick in a chokehold and as the vibrations hit his dick, Dom was met with a combination of euphoria and betrayal. Still, he enjoyed every second of it.

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Cynthia excused herself to the ladies room. Dom sat where he was, dazed and confused. He had gotten what he was owed and should have bolted like he did every other weird slut he’d found on Craigslist. Why was he still here? PPTTTRRRRAAAAAAATTTTT! After Cynthia’s fart hit the toilet bowl, so too did her exasperated sigh. BBBLLRRRBBAAAAOOTT! FFFFAAARRLLOOTT! PPRRRRMMMTTTTTT! “God, there is no off switch for this bitch!” Dom muttered. He was immediately followed by a 10 second rippling toot.
Why had he even agreed to something this dumb? The moment he walked in the door he knew he was going to get gassed on. Why let her get the satisfaction. Was it even worth those 10, maybe 15 seconds of...absolute, heavenly, unforeseen, spectacular, orgasm? Dom didn’t know...and he also didn’ know why he was knocking on Cynthia’s bathroom door. “Hey Cynthia, I need to-” Before Dom could finish up his excuse, the door opened and he was grabbed inside. Lights, smells, the feeling of ass flesh upon his face. Then: BBTTRRRRRRRRRUUUPPTTT! Cynthia sighed, pushing her gas captive further against her hole. Dom didn’t struggle against her, just coughed and took his punishment. She didn’t stop, not as they walked backwards, or even after she tossed his head in the toilet bowl.

BBRRRLLLAAOOOTTT! FFRRRAAAAPBBBTTTT! PPTTTOOOOOOTT! “Cynthia!” he cried. BBRRRLLAAAAPRRTT! FFFFLLRRAARTTTT! Her asshole opened and shut in fury above him, until there was nothing but little riplets of toots. FFLLRRTT! “Cynthia, I need to...tell you something.” Cynthia groaned, rising an inch to look down on Dom’s face. “You...owe me. Ok?” Cynthia roared in laughter, then plopped her ass down hard on his face. Her thighs hit Dom’s neck, who expelled air right as her fart released. BBRRLLTTAAAAARROOOTTTT! Thick clouds of fart air clung to his nose and it only got worse as she pushed. Her log was unmistakably, undeniably large and ever present. Dom felt it snake onto his lips and he gagged as he swallowed her feces once more. She stopped only for a moment, to make sure he had adequate room to swallow her shit like a good little toilet. “I really...UGH...hate cleaning this bowl. Get all of it.” Cynthia grunted again. PBBRRLRLLRPPBBOOT! With another toot, her log continued, already a foot in length. Dom, still swallowed it whole. As the raw, nasty taste clung to his teeth and the lumps of shit sat in his stomach, he knew one thing. It would all be worth it.