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A Bored Mistress Felicity was bored. She was sitting, like always, watching her wide-screen television on her lavish leather sofa in her expensive house out in the country. Nothing seemed particularly out of the ordinary, this was just a wealthy woman enjoying the high life, nothing more. However, if Felicity sat up there would be a visible hole cut out in the sofa, an empty hole that was filled with the face of a man. Felicity had been sitting on this man's face all day long with her supple bottom, her most prized asset. He wasn't complaining, no man ever did, not even when she ripped a huge fart on their faces. In fact it was men like this that supported Felicity's lifestyle. For years she had worked as a model, which was no wonder considering how classy and sexy she looked. She received many requests by male fans wanting to bone her, but she was no prostitute. However, one day she got a request so hilarious that she had to oblige the guy. He'd asked her to tie him up and fart in his face. At first she thought it was a joke but he assured her he was serious and even offered her money, $100 for a single fart! Felicity liked the sound of that and so she made arrangements to meet him and blast him with her gas. --- Brian had been living alone for over a year now. He'd broken up with his last girlfriend and was tired of women, at least living with them. On the other hand he still had needs and every now and then he'd go on the pull or hire a prostitute, the latter only because most girls wouldn't oblige him if he asked them to do what he wanted. Brian loved ass, loved it like most men love tits. He loved it when women sat on his face or made him lick or sniff their asses. It was like heaven to him, but unfortunately it was only usually prostitutes that do it. His ex had done it, but she was long gone now and girls like her were unfortunately few and far between. Luckily for him, Brian found many women willing to sit on his face even if he did have to pay. One day however, he got a message from a really hot woman who said she would do it for free. She had long dark hair cascading down her smooth shoulders and slender frame. She was in her early thirties and her body was so ripe in every possible way, from the bulging breasts to the slightly tanned skin, the glistening pale eyes and of course, the centerpiece of the attraction, an ass to die for. Brian could get off just from looking at that ass and he could not wait to meet this woman. Her name was Felicity. Felicity was finally excited about something. Her new slave was coming for what he thought would just be a bit of ass worship. Unfortunately for him, the two of them had different ideas about how to worship the female ass and this guy was going to learn how to really appreciate a woman's butt whether he enjoyed it or not. Felicity eagerly got to her feet when she heard the knock on her door and she opened it for her new slave. He was rather plain looking, not ugly, not overly attractive, just an average guy although he certainly seemed like a good guy. This made it all the better for Felicity as she imagined his innocent face unwittingly enjoying her ass until she saw fit to blast him. “Come in,” she ordered. He did as he was told. “This is a nice place you've got,” Brian said nervously, checking out Felicity's ass as she led him into the living room. It was even better for real and he was already hard for it. “Thank you,” Felicity replied. “But I don't want you to speak. Not unless I ask you to, understand?” Brian nodded. “Good,” Felicity smiled. “Now I want you to get on your knees and crawl to my ass.” Brian immediately fell to his knees and eagerly crawled to her ass, trying not to be too eager mind, though Felicity saw through his restraint and sneered. “You really like that ass don't you?” Brian nodded. “Go on the, show me how you worship an ass, let us see how good you are.” Brian dived in right away. It had been months since his last ass worship session and he'd not been this close to an ass like this since his ex left him. Only this ass was even better. Felicity kept her ass smelling natural, that warm, musky stench of ass permeated Brian's nostrils as he sniffed it deeply and massaged the ass cheeks, groaning with delight. He was so hard yet he dared not touch himself, not unless his mistress told him otherwise. She was a strong woman, he could tell as he massaged her toned thighs and as she reached down to press his face in there. He groaned at that and began smooching her ass all the more, rubbing his face deep inside. “Is that the best you can do?” Felicity inquired, already bored. “Get out of there.” “Was that not good enough?” Brian asked. “What did I say about talking?” “Sorry mistress,” “Shut up!” Felicity shot at him. Brian was a little scared at this point as he looked up into her dark, aggravated eyes. “Now then,” Felicity said. “I think you need to learn how to really worship a woman's ass. Get inside this.” She had pointed to the sofa where her previous fart sniffer had been. Brian was a bit scared again, but he was also horny and no guesses which side of him took over. Naturally Brian found himself locked under the sofa cushions with only his head sticking out. Felicity looked over him now and spoke. “Now you are going to be my seat. I will sit on your face and you will do nothing but lie there and sniff my ass, just like a seat cushion absorbs the ass stench. I am going to treat you exactly like a chair and as chairs don't speak,” she paused, brought some tape and stuck it over Brian's mouth. “Neither shall you. Understand?” Brian nodded, really eager for this now. Even his ex hadn't been this adventurous. “Oh and by the way Brian. I'm quite gassy today.” Brian had barely had time to consider those words before Felicity had sat on his face, now leaving him cowering in uncertainty, especially when he heard his mistresses bowels begin to shift... Felicity smiled to herself as she flicked on the television. She hadn't felt this good in a long while. Here was this terrified man underneath her ass, scared that at any moment she might fart on his face and he would have to breathe it in. Felicity would play with him awhile, she wouldn't get straight down to business. It would be better for him to think she was joking and then catch him off guard. Despite the fact that he was scared, she still heard him sniffing her ass like he had been told to do, that was a good start. She'd need to time it just right so she could catch him while he inhaled. Felicity could hardly contain herself and to make it even better, she had placed a light and camera down under the sofa so that she could watch Brian squirm on the television if she wanted to. He'd been under there for probably half an hour when Felicity finally decided to let him have it and so she began to strain, just while Brian got ready to inhale. Underneath Felicity's ass Brian was crying. The gas had made it incredibly hot down there, not to mention the fierce stink. To make matters worse he noticed that there was a ventilation system in place that was keeping the air conditions just right so that he wouldn't even have the pleasure of being knocked out by the gas to escape it. Brian didn't think this could get any worse when suddenly he felt the base of his prison begin to rise, bringing his face close to his mistresses bottom, to the point where his nose was inserted firmly in her ample, soft behind. Brian knew what was coming next and sure enough, he felt Felicity's anus expand to release another large, steaming fart up his nostrils. It was so hard to breathe that Brian couldn't even manage to hold his breath for a second and so he smelled all of the gas like a fartsniffer. He was screaming into his gag for Felicity to let him go but all he heard was her laughing and telling him to shut up or take it like a cushion. Brian actually found himself feeling sorry for any furniture that was sat on by Felicity, with farts this strong it was possible she had made this hole in the seat of the sofa by farting on it. Above Brian Felicity was still farting away casually. She loved having a slave like this, suffering in her gas. It was such a high for her and it would only get better. After a whole two hours of fart torture she got up from her place and removed Brian's gag. “What the fuck is wrong with you!” he blurted. “That wasn't what we agreed you fucking bitch! Why the hell would you do that to somebody?” “Some men enjoy it,” Felicity retorted coolly. “And I thought I told you not to speak.” “I don't give a shit what you said. Now let me out of here!” “I want to show you something first,” Felicity replied and she reached into the compartment where Brian's head was and pulled out the camcorder. Brian fell silent. “I thought that would shut you up,” Felicity returned. “Now Brian, I won't show this to anybody, unless you do me a favour first.” “What is that?” Brian replied, although he knew what was coming. “Well first of all, I want to go out with my girlfriends tonight and I haven't any money...” Brain knew what she was aiming at and told her there was some money in his trouser pockets. Felicity took everything and then gave him her second requirement. “You are to be my new fart cushion.” “No,” Brian yelled. “I aren't doing that again!” “Then I'll just upload this to the internet,” Felicity returned causally. Brian sighed deeply and agreed. “Good,” Felicity returned. “I'll be back later. See you soon, fart face!” Brian had been lying in that sofa compartment for several hours and he was terribly hungry and also, terribly terrified. He had no idea when Felicity would return and even then, would she even bother to feed him. After all, seat cushions didn't eat, they just lay motionless, absorbing the farting anuses of whoever sat on them. The thought of that was horrifying, but Brian had little choice. He was blackmailed and even his best efforts to plead wouldn't help him now. This didn't stop him from trying to break free out of his prison, to no avail. It was secure as hell and he was not getting away any time soon. All he could do was wait for Felicity to get back, which she did about six hours later, when Brian had fallen asleep. “Ouch!” Brian groaned. He'd woke to the sensation of being slapped across the face. He looked up and saw Felicity scowling at him. “Finally!” she snapped. “Have you any idea how long I've been here, trying to get your lazy ass up? I've had to hold in all my gas and believe me there's a lot of it.” “Oh no, not again!” Brian cried. “Come on, you've had your fun, just let me go!” “I don't think so you stupid bitch!” Felicity snarled. “And for the last time, seat cushions do not talk!” Without another word she slammed her ass down onto Brian's helpless face. Felicity was really loaded with gas having had eaten and drunk quite a lot of gas inducing foods with her friends. They were all fully aware of Felicity's hobby and asked if she'd got herself a new fart bitch. She had filled them in and they were very keen to meet her new slave; but Felicity would keep that as a surprise for Brian. She could only imagine the look of horror as he begged Felicity and her three friends not to fart on him. Those helpless eyes, the mouth hanging with fear, not to mention stuttering and shaking with terror. But right now he no doubt had a similar face, made all the more scared when Felicity hoisted up her dress and took off her panties, revealing her naked ass to Brian's face. PPPPPPHHHHAAARRRRRRRRRPPPPPP!!! The fart blasted so fiercely that it made Brian's eyes flutter, his cheeks nearly flapped and his hair visibly blue with the force of it. If he was a flower he'd have wilted by the toxic stink that engulfed his face. To make it worse, Felicity had caused the base of Brian's prison to rise again, thus pushing his face right up her ass, his nose was pressed upwards and against her anus so that the next fart burned his sinuses. “Let me hear you sniffing fart boy,” Felicity caused drearily from above. “And start kissing my ass. You know what will happen if you disobey.” “MMMPPPHHH!!” Brian groaned for mercy, but was responded to by another fart and the order to sniff again. Brian did as he was told, closing his eyes tight as he breathed in the fart gas like a piggy, presently planting a kiss onto his mistresses gassy ass. “Don't stop unless I tell you!” Felicity instructed. Brian whimpered again before inhaling the gas in between kissing Felicity's ass. Felicity only found this mildly amusing, as she was tired. She drifted off to sleep soon after that, without telling Brian to stop kissing and sniffing her ass. Unlike Felicity, Brian was wide awake; how could he even contemplate going to sleep with this ass letting off no end of poots on his face? Nevertheless he sniffed as best he could, kissed even though his lips ached, hoping that Felicity would tell him to stop. He had no idea she was asleep and he dared not stop to find out either. He kissed and sniffed her butthole until the morning and for nearly all of that time, Felicity farted on him. Even when it stopped, the smell never left Brian's nose despite his best efforts to suck it all up. He just hoped that Felicity might reward him by giving him something to eat the following morning; he was really hungry. PPHHARRRPP!! Another fart. Brian stopped thinking and breathed it in. From above he heard the sound of Felicity yawning, and her ass pushed down hard on his face as she stretched. “Oops, looks like I fell asleep on the sofa. Oh, have you been doing that all night fart boy?” “Yes mistress,” Brian moaned. Felicity roared with laughter. Brian would get a reward for that. “Okay fart face,” Felicity said, getting up from her slaves face. “Because you have been such a good little cushion for me, I'd like to give you a favor. So is there anything you'd like?” Brian didn't need to think much. “I need to use the bathroom,” he said. “And maybe I could have something to eat.” Felicity raised her eyebrows. “Two favors,” she exclaimed. “That might be pushing it. But you go relieve yourself and I'll see what I can do for some breakfast. Don't dare try anything though because believe me, you won't get far and even then, I have this clip. After promising her that you wouldn't try anything, Felicity finally released Brian from his fart prison. It was wonderful to finally be allowed fresh air again and Brian thanked her repeatedly for releasing him before heading off to find the bathroom. Felicity stopped Brian and sniffed him, turning up her nose in disgust. “You smell awful. I suggest you shower while you are there.” Brian's ears turned a little pink with embarrassment at that, but he thanked her again before leaving. Felicity chuckled darkly as he left and made into the kitchen. She had other motives behind asking him to shower, she was going to make him a breakfast he'd never forget. Felicity had made a full fry up with a difference. The difference being that after making it, she had farted on it numerous times so that the food was smeared with her gas. By the time he returned, Brian was completely unaware and very grateful for the food, though a little upset that Felicity made him sit on the floor and eat it off a small stood while she stood over and watched. Brian took up his fork and tucked into the food, which had a peculiar taste that was vaguely familiar to him. He looked up to Felicity and the sneer in her snarl told him all he needed to know. She'd farted on his food. He was eating her gas. Brian didn't groan, but ate the food gratefully; perhaps if he didn't let it get to him then Felicity would get bored and let him go. It was a stupid idea and Felicity had a plan B ready for him. “So you like that do you?” she asked. “Yes mistress,” Brian replied. “It tastes great!” “Then let me add to the flavor for you,” with those words, Felicity turned around, positioning her butt between Brian's face and his meal. Before Brian could do anything, Felicity let rip all over the food and his face. “Ugh, stop that!” Brian snarled. “Shut up and eat your breakfast!” Felicity retorted and her slave reluctantly obeyed, grimacing as he tasted the food, which really tasted like fart gas now and even more so when Felicty let loose more of her stinky gas onto it. This was more humiliating than being a fart cushion, Brian thought, but things were about to get even worse for him, because it was time for Felicity's morning workout. “My other fart slaves love this part of the day,” she explained. “It gets my ass all sweaty, which makes my farts smell even stronger you know. I think I'll start on the exercise bike after I've done some stretches. Come on fart face, get crawling.” Brian crawled behind his mistress, his face always level with her gorgeous ass. She didn't fart all the journey there and despite everything, Brian still loved it. Even farts wouldn't overcome his love for sexy asss like that and he really wanted to press his face in there, but refrained because Felicity would surely punishing him with gas if he did so. So he just enjoyed the view until Felicity told him to stand and get into position. Behind the exercise bike ran a long, thin table that was level with the seat of the bike. There were also several straps attached to it. Brian laid on top of the table, hands at his side and head on the seat of the bike. Felicity tied him up and smirked sinisterly at his whimpering face. He didn't see the point of begging out loud, but hoped his innocent face would help him. Unfortunately, that was the kind of face that Felicity loved to fart on, knowing that he was suffering was so hot to her that she couldn't wait to get on the bike. She climbed on it at once and sat herself on his face clad in her skin tight spandex shorts before beginning to pedal. --- Brian spent the next hour and a half strapped to that table, which at first was not that bad. Felicity did not have any gas to begin with, or if she did she was holding it in and her ass didn't smell that bad. In fact, Brian was starting to enjoy himself quite a bit, though he couldn't move his hands to pleasure himself and was afraid of what Felicity might to do to even try. Still it was nice, feeling her weight on him, inhaling the natural scent of female ass as was as the smoothness of those spandex shorts. It was perfect and it stayed that way for about fifteen minutes. Felicity was slowly turning the dial on the machine to harden the pace and she began to cycle faster. And so her ass slowly started getting hotter and a whole lot sweatier, the sweat seeping through her shorts and onto Brian's face. Brian grumbled in the smell but didn't speak at all; he didn't want to anger Felicity too much. “Oh is it nasty down there?” Felicity pretended to sympathize. “Perhaps I should spray some natural perfume to make it better? Would you like that?” “Yes please mistress!” Brian cried, not realizing what she meant by 'natural'. Still cycling, Felicity raised her bottom off of the bike a little and Brian breathed deeply. Felicity's timing was impeccable and a gust of farty air punched Brian in the face as he inhaled. He choked and groaned, now realizing what Felicity and meant and feeling even more stupid. He'd asked her to fart on him, there was no way she'd show mercy now. “What do you say fart boy?” Felicity sneered. “Thank you mistress,” Brian replied reluctantly. PHHARRPP! “Oops, oh well, you like the way it smells now anyway, don't you Brian?” “Yes Mistress,” “Good boy. Now you keep sniffing, we've got another hour to go yet.” And what an hour it was. Brian was surprised he hadn't died under all that awful smell from her sweaty bum, never mind the constant blasts of gas that she ripped on him. All the while he lay there sniffing it, even thanking his mistress whenever she asked it of him and kissing her ass to show his gratitude. Needless to say his lips were sore from all the kissing, his sinus's were burning with the stink and the tip of his nose ached from being constantly rubbed up and down his mistresses butt crack. At the end of the work out he gasped with relief, but Felicity kept him tied up there. “Huh, you look more sweaty and tired than me!” she laughed. “I'll let you rest a bit while I get myself some lunch. You shouldn't be hungry, not after that big breakfast I gave you this morning, are you?” Brian was hungry, but he didn't want to eat another trump contaminated meal unless he really had to, so he declined. “Good,” Felicity returned. “After dinner I'll be taking a shower. I have some friends coming round at twelve O'clock so I need to look my best. Oh and by the way, they are very eager to meet you.” Brian squirmed with desperation. “No, you aren't going to let them do this to me too!” said he. “Mistress please!” “What did I say about talking!” Felicity was truly pissed off now. She suddenly cocked her leg and farted in those sweaty spandex shorts before pulling them off and stuffing them into Brian's mouth. She then held them there by taping over the top of them. Brian tried to apologies but she didn't listen and stormed away, leaving Brian dreading what was to come as he tasted the fart and sweat of his Mistresses stinky, but still beautiful ass. --- Felicity laughed to herself as she took a shower. She was in such a strong state of euphoria as she washed herself, not to mention incredibly turned on. As she showered, she slipped her soft, soapy fingers into her pussy, getting off on the high she had from farting on that losers face. She thought of him lying in her lounge right then, probably crying in defeat, the fight all gone out of him as he realized his fate. She couldn't wait to get back in there and torture his pretty face with more gas until he literally smelled like he belonged to her ass. She wondered if she could make him like the other slaves, but the only difference being that he paid and begged her to fart on him, despite hating it all the same. She was already well on her way to making him like that, and with the girls coming round shortly everything was working in her favor. She could not wait to put him back in his smelly place, she was thinking about him pleading to her and the girls to stop farting and she moaned, sensually biting her lip and penetrating her pussy even harder. As she slowly reached the climax she found herself lost in a vision of herself sitting on a throne made of Brian and other men, even women, like him. She was huge in size compared to them, her ass crack alone could have easily fit three of them. Felicity groaned with pleasure at the thought, she was so horny, especially when she pictured the looks of horror and disgust as she farted hard and loud onto them, and all they could do was thank her and smell it. That really did the trick and Felicity came all over the place, she was so lost in orgasm that she nearly slipped in the shower. After it was over she washed herself again and started getting ready. Her friends would be over shortly. The door bell rang. Brian heard it and for the first time since that morning, he heard Felicity moving. She was going to answer the door. Brian hoped it was just the postman, anyone that wasn't going to torture him even more. Unfortunately he heard the high pitched greeting and giggling of best friends and the click of high heeled shoes as Felicity, with three other girls entered the fitness room where he was tied. They stood over him, eyeing him up. “Aw, he's so cute!” said one of them, a buxom blond girl; she had the slightest figure of the girls, was the youngest and had such an innocent face. She was the kind of girl you could never imagine farting or doing anything that dirty, but Brian would soon learn different. “A bit weedy though, don't you think?” came a harsher voice from a red headed girl with emerald eyes. She was similar to Felicity, tall and toned with two huge globes that under any other circumstance, Brian would have loved to sink his face into. Right now he was too afraid to even entertain the idea. “But so helpless. You've got yourself a keeper here Felicity. Can I go first?” The last girl had darker skin, eyes and hair. She was perhaps Indian Brian thought, but he didn't have much time because he was getting acquainted with her moderately sized, yet already stinky ass. It seemed she hadn't showered for the occasion unlike Felicity. “Go ahead Jasmine,” Felicity encouraged. “He will sniff it all and be grateful, won't you, fart boy?” “Mphh!” Brian had actually said, 'you bitch' but he would do as he was told and braced himself for the gas to come. Jasmine settled herself down hard on his face, really grinding it into her crack. “God he fits in there nicely,” she said. “Okay then, here we,” POOT! “GO!” The small fart was followed by two much larger ones which Brian felt vibrate all over his face, shaking his body like an earthquake. He moaned, the girls chortled at him and Jasmine mentioned that she couldn't hear him sniffing. Brian quickly started, taking in deep whiffs of the eastern flavored gas, which was much stronger than Felicity's average farts, though not as strong as her worst ones. Jasmine smeared her scent all over Brian's face before getting down, leaving Brian to see the girls giggling at him. One girl in particular, the blond, found this all too amusing. She had a really cute, girlish giggle and it made her let out a tiny little fart. “Oh Trisha!” the red haired girl complained. “You should save it for his face!” “Well make sure he gets some of it at least.” Trisha did as she was told and came over to Brian. He gave her his most helpless face and whimpered like a baby, hoping to appeal to her. Unfortunately, Trisha only found this even cuter and she patted his head like a dog. “I love farting on guys like you,” were her last words before she sat down on his face. Brian sniffed the gas, which was rather faint but only because it was left over from before. Trisha had the nicest smelling ass so far, he thought once the remainder of the gas was gone. It was a little dirty, but not like Jasmines and she wasn't overly ruff with him like Felicity was. Brian even found himself curious as to what her farts smelt like and he didn't have to wait long. POOT!! TOOT!! PHARP! Three farts, the first short and sweet, the last a little more boisterous, were ripped up Brian's flaring nostrils. Trisha giggled innocently, excused herself and rubbed the top of Brian's head, urging him to inhale better. “You'd think he was a proper fart fetishist, wouldn't you?” she pointed out. “I bet he secretly likes it, don't you fart face?” “Mph, mph!” Brian said no. “I thought so,” Trisha replied, letting out another little poot before running out of gas. Her farts were the easiest to enjoy, but far from pine fresh and still made Brian squirm to escape, despite how pointless it was. “Your turn now, Liz,” Trisha said when she was finished. Liz smiled darkly at Brian and came over to him, slowly undoing the traps that bound him. “What are you doing?” Felicity asked. “Just watched,” Liz replied. “I'm going to enjoy this.” Once Brian was out she instructed him to get down on his hands and knees, then strip down to his underwear. “Good boy, slaves don't deserve clothes. Now, come over here and put your head up my dress. Brian nearly screamed at the thought of going up there, but then he looked around at the girls, all of them smiling cruelly at him. He had no choice and so he crawled towards his fourth mistress and peered up her skirt, only to sigh. She wasn't wearing any panties. “The longer you take, the more gas I build up for you,” Liz pointed out. On that note Brian thrust his face up Liz's backside and was greeted by a god awful stench. Liz had followed in Jasmine's footsteps it seemed by keeping her ass ripe. Brian heard the fart brewing in her ass, it was a deep rumble. PPPPHHHHAARPPPPP!!!! An immense fart flapped out from Liz's huge ass cheeks, blowing her dress by its force. Brian tried to pull away but Jasmine rushed forward to force his face into Liz's ass and keep it there. When he tried to use his hands Felicity pulled out some rope and bound his hands behind his back, leaving him defenseless and trapped in an chamber of farts. Liz's stench was equal, if not superior to Felicity's and she was just as ruthless too. She laughed and mocked Brian as he inhaled her gas, she pulled the gag from his mouth and made him kiss her ass, all the while farting harshly onto his lips and into his mouth. Brian was well and truly degraded at this point and things were only going to get worse for him. “I think he hates my farts even more than yours Felicity!” Liz pointed out after releasing a really bad one that made even the girls squirm. “I don't think so Liz,” Felicity replied. “I know!” Jasmine urged. “Let's have a farting contest. We'll all fart on his face and see who lasts the longest!” Brian broke at last. “Please don't do that. I swear I will do anything, just not that. I can't stand this anymore, you all have horrible farts, I'll die if you do that to me! Come on, I'm begging you hear, please!” “Now I can see why you gag this idiot,” said Liz callously. “Shut the fuck up you moron,” she pushed his face into her butthole and ripped another fart and this time she smothered him until he was knocked out. “Right then girls, let's get this competition ready for when he wakes up.”
Brian woke up a couple of hours later and found himself back where this whole thing had begun, Felicity's sofa. He couldn't remember exactly what they had planned, but certainly remembered the potency of the farts he'd sniffed, particularly Liz's, which reeked of pure sulphur. He hoped that the girls had gone home, but it was doubtful. After all, they'd only had one small session with him and if they were anything like Felicity, he reckoned there'd be plenty more gas to come. “He's awake girls!” Trish had suddenly checked in on him. She smiled down at him and stroked him on the forehead. “You're in for a nice treat fart boy,” she told him. “Us girls are going to have a farting competition!” she giggled as always. “Please don't do this,” he begged her. “Can't you see how awful this is for me?” Trish looked somewhat compassionately at him. “Don't worry about it, I'm sure you'll get used to our farts in the end. I had a slave like you once and he ended up loving my farts!” Brian doubted that would happen, but it was actually a nice thought. If he really was going to be a fart smeller for these girls, it would be better to get some enjoyment out of it. Sadly, he didn't think that was possible, especially with the other three girls, although he did have a softer spot for Trish and her gas. “At last, we can get started,” Felicity said, she was now looking down at Brian. “Right boy, Liz here thinks that she is a better farter than me, so we're going to have a little competition. You've already smelled our farts so I want you to tell me whose farts are the best.” Brian grinned smartly. “Trish.” Everyone except for Trish and Brian looked truly offended. “What?” Felicity exclaimed. “Her farts are nothing!” Jasmine remarked. “My farts were the ones that knocked you out,” Liz pointed out. “Well I enjoyed Trish's farts the most so hers were the best,” Brian said. “Now we've established that, there's no need for a contest is there?” “Oh, no no no,” Felicity said. “There are more aspects to farting contests you know, such as who can fart the longest. So guess what Brian, us girls are going to all sit on this cushion together, our asses right in your face and we will fart on you until we are all our of gas. Any girl who isn't farting for more than twenty seconds will be disqualified. Understand?” “Yep!” the girls chimed. “No!” Brian cried. “Don't worry Brian,” said Trish. “At least you'll have my gas to sniff.” That was a point, but Brian didn't exactly love Trish's gas either. Still there was little else he could do now and Felicity still had that footage of his sniffing her gas the previous day. Therefore he did as he was told and started sniffing while the girls prepared themselves. “Three. Two. One.” BBBBBRRRRRRRPPPPPPP!!! The first fart was a long, deep sounding fart that flapped fiercely out of Felicity's all powerful ass, while hot on her trail was Jasmine, who released a very loud, screaming fart that reeked of spice and burned Brian's nostrils. Liz was the third one to release gas, treating Brian to his first wet fart in his face, which of course had a rather shitty smell that caused Brian to choke. Relief finally came when Trish let off three short, yet potent toots that in comparison to the ripe stench of the other girls, smelt of roses. Trish's farts always had a very veggy like smell, kind of like a sunday dinner but left over from a week ago. Even so, Brian was drawn to those farts over the sulphur heavy gas of the other girls. He moved his head upwards and dived into Trish's ass, savoring her gas like a true fart fetishist. He even gave her thanks for the gas, which she found all too funny. “He really likes my farts!” she said, letting off more of her trademark toots. “Well he'd better get his face out of your ass and appreciate our gas too!” Felicity grumbled, annoyed that Brian wasn't getting the full scent of the bubbly series of farts she'd just ripped for him. Right now Brian didn't care, he was semi-enjoying himself and he was going to make the most of it. Even though Trish did fart on him from time to time and it smelled somewhat awful, he worshipped her ass, secretly masturbating at the same time. Meanwhile, up above Trish was having trouble, gas trouble that is. She hadn't farted for over twelve seconds. “I think I'm out!” she said, straining to release something, anything into her fart lover's face. “Looks like he won't have your gas to fall back on soon,” Jasmine pointed out. “Five seconds left Trish.” Trish's anus was puckering so hard on Brian's face that his nose had gotten partially stuck up it. He encouraged her on, calling, “Fart, fart, fart!” at her, but her time was up. Trish was out of the contest leaving poor Brian unsatisfied and back in a realm of gassy torture. “Sorry Brian,” Trish called down as she got off of his face, letting the three remaining girls seal him in their farty stench. Torrents and torrents of farts were released on Brian, he was being farted on at least nine times a minute whether it be huge long farts, silent, yet tear worthy ones or a series of bubbly or even wet farts. He was shrouded in a stinky web of gas that smelled of anything from egg, cheese and onion, to garbage, shit and rotting vegetation. Add this to the fact that it was getting really hot down there and Brian's face was slowly being covered in sweat that dripped from his mistresses farting anus's, not to mention the occasional flick of shit when a wet fart was released. Yet all through the torture he carried on inhaling the gas, sometimes opting to open his mouth and eat it because it was better than smelling it, though twice as humiliating. He'd also noticed that Felicity had replaced the camera in his little prison and this made him cry just as much as their gas. Above him, the three remaining contestants were loving every minute of it. They laughed and talked about their farts, admiring each others, constantly trying to out-do one another. They didn't really think they were farting on man, but just an inanimate object, a seat cushion. It was so much fun and they lasted like this for a long time, but in the end it came down to just two girls, Liz and Felicity. PPPHHHHAAAARPPPP!!!! “They don't come better than that!” Felicity jibed, after letting rip a roaring stinker into Brian's mouth. PPPPLLLOOOORRRRRPPPP!!!!! “Oh yeah, I'm surprised he's still conscious after that one,” Liz returned. PPPPPPHHHHAAAARRRRPPPPP!!! !BBBBLLLOOORRRPPP!!! PPPHHAAAARPPPPP!!! BRRRRRPPPPPP!!! POOOOOTTT!!! This game of never ending fart tennis between the girls went on well into the night, with Brian's face literally melting due to the smell. It never got any easier for him to smell it, despite what Trish had said, although he did wish that she, or even Jasmine would share some of their gas with him to get him out of this chamber. He'd even tried farting himself to make it smell nicer, but the girls overpowered him by miles. It was certainly true that women were massively better farters than men. Brian took their farts as best he could and had just about lost all hope when at last, one more ass removed itself from his face. “That's right bitches! I'm the blood fart Queen around here!” Felicity had won the contest and in truth Brian was not surprised. Liz's farts were equally strong but it was Felicity who had the longer lasting gas something she'd already proved to Brian by farting on him this constantly over the past few days. She released a victory fart up his nose and pulled him from his prison. All four girls roared with laughter when they saw him. “Oh god, he's been brown nosed big time!” Jasmine laughed. “Have you started enjoying it yet?” Trish inquired. Brian shook his head. “No,” he panted. “Look, can we just stop now. You've been farting on me for hours, please. I want to go home.” “Oh my god!” Jasmine complained. “What does it take to get a guy to appreciate a woman's gas.” Felicity grinned. “I think I have an idea. Girls, get on your knees.” The girls, knowing full well what Felicity had planned got on their knees, positioning themselves sideways from Brian. Liz was on the far right, Jasmine on the left, closest to Brian and the innocently beautiful Trish in the middle. Brian couldn't believe what he was seeing and yet, when he saw Felicity place her naked ass in front of the girls, his cock began to stiffen. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR RRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!! Felicity ripped the biggest fart of the night into the faces of the three girls and at once, each girl pushed their face into her butt, with Trish going right in the centre. “Thank you your highness!” they all chimed before inhaling the fart deeply. Brian found himself stroking his cock as he watched another fart blast into the girls' faces, blowing back their long hair. They didn't flinch or frown in disgust, but smiled and accepted the stinky gusts of wind into their faces and up their noses. The hottest part of it all was Trish, the beautiful blond smiling and whiffing the fart deeply; this was the hottest thing Brian had ever seen. A month since Brian had first started getting some kind of pleasure out of farting and he had become a huge fart addict. He loved farts like any other fart fetishist and constantly worshipped Felicity's ass, along with her friends if they ever paid a visit. Unfortunately, this ended up with Felicity being the bored mistress she was in the beginning, with the inanimate fart lover just lying there, smelling all of her farts all day. It was no fun and so she decided to say goodbye to Brian. She gave him away to Trish of course, and they became quite the happy couple, Brian eventually becoming more than Trish's fart cushion in the form of her husband. As for Felicity, she'd found another helpless man to torture. She placed him in her little fart box and mocked him while he begged for the gas to stop. All the while she fingered her pussy, the picture of her as a giantess, farting on her throne made up of slaves, present in her mind... |
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