By: Anonsmith33445
Turning the doorknob, I push and the front door swings open. I’m greeted with the lights already on, the smell of something cooking, and the clanking of metal utensils. With my brow furrowed, I step inside and call out, “Gabby? Are you home already?” Just like that, the sounds of clanking metal come to a stop.
“Hey baby, welcome home!” Her voice is like music to my ears and I can’t help the goofy smile forming on my lips. Closing the door, I step further into our apartment. I round the corner to our kitchen and pause. Every time I see her, I feel like a lovestruck teenager again. My eyes start at her stylish black hair cascading past her shoulders, quickly scanning downward as I take in her mouth watering curves. Her soft tummy flares out into the widest hips I’d ever seen, only beaten by her ginormous ass and head crushingly thick thighs. She’s even wearing my favorite leggings of hers, accentuating every single inch of her glory. I can tell I’ve been caught staring, but I don’t mind. “Enjoying the view~?” Her voice is light and playful and I finally look up to meet her gaze. She only gets more beautiful every time I see her. A tasteful eyeshadow brings out her long lashes and piercing blue eyes, while her full lips are curled in a knowing smile.
Without a word I close the distance, her smile only growing with every step I took. I wrap an arm around her back as the other softly tousles her hair in a loose grasp. Her arms wrap around my neck and we stare into each other’s eyes, “You’re so beautiful my love.” A soft laughter bubbles from her lips for only a moment before we kiss. Her lips are so soft, I feel myself getting lost in the sensation and the smell of her lavender perfume. After a few moments of passion, we both pull back a few inches.
“And you’re so handsome..” She pulls my neck down slightly and leans in, her lips grazing my ear, “Now you go and relax while I finish up dinner.” I take a small step back, my hands falling to her hips.
“Not a chance, you’ve been so busy with work the past few weeks. Let me finish everything while you relax.” I pull away and step towards the stovetop when her hand grabs my wrist.
“Nuh-uh mister, you are going to do as I say.” Her voice was firm and I felt a tingle of excitement run down my spine, it always got me going when she talked like that. I turn to face her, her expression is warm but determined.
“Alright, if you insist. Thank you baby.” I relent, and she smiles warmly. I step back and lean against the island.
She strides forward and starts stirring the contents of two separate pots before shooting a quick glance over her shoulder at me, “You know, I’ve got some plans for us tonight.”
I felt my pulse quicken and I move towards her again, hugging her from behind, “Oh? What kind of plans?” I ask playfully and she giggles.
“You remember my project I’ve been on at work right?” I nod onto her shoulder. “Well it’s kept me so busy the past couple weeks, and without me asking a thing you just jumped in and started taking care of everything for us.” She paused to sample the alfredo sauce she was making, before continuing, “You’ve cooked every meal for two weeks straight, I haven’t had to take out a single bag of trash, hell you even cleaned the bathroom.. twice! You HATE cleaning the bathroom!”
“I do hate cleaning the bathroom..” I laughed and she giggles again.
“Sooo.. I was thinking that tonight I wanted to pay you back for being such a wonderful boyfriend.” Her voice was thick with implication and I felt myself stiffen slightly. I press myself tighter against her back and she hums happily.
“What exactly did you have in mind?” I whispered into her ear. She doesn’t say anything for a second before I feel a hot blast of air on my crotch and a bubbly sound fills the kitchen.
“I want to do that with the handcuffs..” Just then the smell rose to my nose and I stifled a cough. It was rotten, even for Gabby. It was a mix of her usual foul brand and many other competing scents. Each one fighting for dominance, each aiding in the rapidly declining air quality of the kitchen. Rotten eggs, spoiled dairy, digested beans, decomposing meat, all of it accounted for in this small release. She yelps as my cock presses into her soft ass. “How was the sampler?” She’s so good at pushing my buttons.
“Fuck Gabby, what did you eat today?” I ask, partially in shock from just how bad that small one had been. She laughed, heartier this time.
“You want to know?” She teases as I laugh and nod into her again. “Well for breakfast I had a really cheesy omelet and a protein shake, then I got some of that really good Mexican place by work for lunch..” She paused for dramatic effect, knowing exactly what she was doing to me. “And for dinner, I thought this chicken alfredo would be nice.” She gestures towards the pots she’s actively attending.
I felt my breathing get heavier, the thoughts in my head getting more and more dirty. “You’re going to kill me..”
She giggles mirthfully, “That’s the plan~” She turned off the burners. “Now would you be a dear and set the table for us?” Her voice was sweet and I was melting in her hands.
“Mhm.” Was all I could manage as I went about getting the table ready.
“Thank you honey!” I looked up, she was giving me a warm smile and I reciprocated.
“I love you so much.” The words came out before the thought even had the chance to fully form.
“Aww I love you too baby. Now how hungry are you?” She was so good at flipping between sweet and sexy on a dime, though she was often both.
“Honsetly, not super. I had a bit of a late lunch.” She nods, giving me a smaller portion.
After a minute of getting everything together, we each sit down at the table. “Thank you so much for making all of this for us, it looks delicious!” She smiles before looking down and starting to spin her fork in the dish.
She pulls a forkful up close to her mouth and casts her gaze to me again, a playful grin on her lips, “I hope you like it, cause you’ll be eating it twice tonight..” Holy. Shit. She puts the fork in her mouth as she closes her eyes. She chews for a few moments before swallowing, “Mmm it did come out well, the extra cream for the sauce was a fantastic idea~” I was not going to be able to focus on the meal.
I began to eat, and she was right that it came out excellently. Though I could barely focus on the food as images of the night to come danced through my head. I must’ve been eating slowly as Gabby looked up to me, her bowl nearly empty. “Hey, Jason is everything ok?” Her voice was concerned. I looked down and realized that I’d only made it halfway through my food while my portion was only half the size of hers.
“O-oh! Yeah, everything is fantastic! Sorry, I’m just a little distracted is all.” I felt a heat rise in my cheeks.
Her expression softened and she offered a small smile, “It’s ok babe, I hope I haven’t been teasing you too much.” I shake my head almost too quickly and her smile widens. “Well that’s good, I don’t know what I’d have done if you said I had been.” She stood up and started walking back to the kitchen, her bowl in hand. As she walked past me, she added, “Probably just tease you even more~”
I chuckle, but not a moment later I’m sucker punched by a rancid cloud of her gas. It’s similar to the smell from her fart earlier but much thicker and more potent. I cough, the smell being a little overwhelming even for me, especially when I wasn’t expecting it. “Jesus Gabby, they’re awful tonight!” I looked over to her, she was rinsing her bowl in the sink and simply shrugged.
“That was the goal, so I’d hope so.” Her nonchalance made it that much hotter.
I quickly finish the rest of my meal before meeting her in the kitchen, “I really appreciate you cooking for us tonight, let me take care of the dishes.” She turns and opens her mouth, and I can tell she’s about to protest. “Please.” I say, my voice firm. She closes her mouth and gives me a shallow smile.
“You’re too good to me, I just wanted to take care of you tonight after the past two weeks.” Her voice is soft. I lean forward and press my lips to her cheek.
“Baby, you’re about to give me the night of my life. At least let me do this for you.” I say softly and she nods before sauntering over to the couch. Each step she takes is clearly exaggerated, her hips sashaying dramatically and I chuckle. “You’re such a tease!” I call out to her and she laughs.
“Guilty as charged!” She calls back, and I grin uncontrollably. I turn back to the sink and get to work.
I had never cleaned the kitchen so fast in my life, anticipation eating away at me. Merely fifteen minutes after she sat down on the couch, I called out to her. “Alright, everything’s clean.”
She looks over and meets my gaze across the counter, her expression painted in surprise, “Already?! You must really have somewhere to be!” She cutely giggles at her own joke.
I dash into the living room and jump onto the couch next to her as she squeals, “Jason!!!”
“I think you and I have somewhere to be!” I wrap my arms around her shoulders and her eyes twinkle playfully. We both lean in, our lips passionately meeting. It doesn’t take a second before her tongue darts into my mouth and I moan softly into her. With one arm still around her shoulder, my other hand starts to slowly trace down her shirt. Our tongues dance, as if in a fight for life and death as my fingers run down her tummy. She hums happily as they trace daintily across her waist, lower and lower they travel until they find their goal. I press softly against her womanhood through her leggings, eliciting a soft yelp. I begin to rub with more pressure and a moan bubbles up from her throat. Only another moment of this before she pulls back and her hand gently stops mine.
Her eyes are trained on mine as she softly shakes her head side to side, “Mm-mm, tonight is for you, ok baby?” My brows crease and she smiles, “You’ve been so good to me, please let me give this to you.”
I sigh, pausing for a moment before nodding, “Alright honey.” She beams for a moment before her expression becomes far more mischievous.
“Good. Now follow me.” Her sudden shift in tone surprised me, but I felt a familiar tingle of excitement shoot up my spine. I simply nod as we both get up and she leads me to the bedroom. As we get inside, she points to the bed. “Sit down while I get everything ready for you.” She pulls a small remote out of the bedside table and presses a button, then another. Our regular lights dim and our hue lamps turn green. “I think this suits your situation, don’t you?” I chuckle. Her sense of humor never left, even in the bedroom.
“Should I get undressed?” I ask.
She turns to me, a grin on her lips, “Is that how you address me?” I feel myself getting harder, I didn’t realize we had already started.
“S-sorry, would you like me to get undressed mistress?” My voice is uneven from my rapidly growing arousal. Her grin widened.
“Good boy. And yes, I think that would be wise.” Her voice is sweet, but drips with a dominant edge that drives me crazy. I quickly strip down, all the while her gaze never loosens from me. Once I’m fully exposed, I lay down on the bed and look up to her. Her eyes are trained on my now rock hard cock, her grin faltering to a full on smile for a moment before her eyes snap to mine. “You’re such a naughty boy, already this hard from some light teasing.”
“I’m sorry mistress.” My steadiness is rapidly deteriorating.
She clicks her tongue before reaching for something else in the nightstand, pulling forth two sets of fuzzy handcuffs. “It’s alright, I’ll just have to teach you some proper manners then, hmm?” A groan escapes me and I nod aggressively. She reaches out and fastens a cuff around my right wrist before fastening the other cuff to the bedpost. She walks around to the other side of the bed and does the same for my left arm. “Mmm, much better don’t you think?” Her expression is domineering but her playful eyes betray her. Then I hear a long gurgle ring out and my cock twitches in anticipation. “Oh, you want to smell your mistress’ farts naughty boy?”
“Yes..” I can barely think.
“Beg for them.” Her voice is stoic.
“Please mistress, I need your farts! I beg you to let them out on me!” She smirks at hearing my pleas. She gets onto the bed and starts to climb on top of me, holding herself up on all fours.
She leans close, her face inches from mine and her voice barely above a whisper, “Today I’m not just your mistress. I’m a goddess, and I deserve your worship.” Holy fuck.
“Y-yes goddess.” I stutter and she grins.
Though her expression softens for a moment and her voice, a sweet whisper, “You know the safe word, and just tell me if you don’t like the direction I take things, ok baby? I want this to be the perfect night for you.” My heart is already pounding and I nod.
“I love you.” I breathe.
She presses a soft kiss to my lips, “I love you too honey.” In a moment her mood shifts back to our previous dynamic, “I have to fart, and I don’t hear you begging yet.” She gets back up, her hips now straddling my waist as she straightens her back.
“I need it so badly, my Goddess. I’m devoted to only you, please may I have one..?”
She grins at my begging before looking up in thought, a finger tapping against her lips. “Hmm..” After a moment, her gaze drifts back down to me and she shrugs daintily, “Then I suppose you do deserve a small blessing, I’m quite a generous deity afterall.” She starts to climb off of me and on instinct I try to sit up to help her, only to be held in place by the handcuffs. Right. “Trying to move, my wonderful little follower? Don’t tell me you’re nervous.” Her voice was compassionate, but commanding.
“No, I’m sorry goddess. I forgot about them, I just wanted to help you.” I apologized, but the excitement in my voice gave away my true feelings.
She smirked, “It seems you need to be taught why you need to be held in place.” She turned, presenting her soft, jiggling ass as she swung her leg over my chest. I stared, dumbfounded at its splendor as she inched backwards. Not a moment later and she fully sat her weight down as my world went dark and the soft weight of her ass pressed into my face. My nose buried deeply into her cheeks as she wiggled her hips, trying to settle into the perfect position for maximum punishment. Once again, I instinctively move my arms to try and grab her thighs and am stopped instantaneously. I heard her laugh above me, she always raised her voice when she sat on my face. “Already panicking down there? Don’t worry, I’ll give you something to squirm about.”
A bassy fart rocketed out of her ass and pummeled my nose. It went on unending for nearly 4 seconds as plumes of her fetid fumes coated my nostrils. It took a second after the release for the smell to register, and when it did, my arms flailed as much as they were able. This fart was utterly putrid, every sniff adding a new foul ingredient to the rancid mixture. It had the underlying reek of sulphur, the heavy stink of rotting meat, and an overwhelmingly cheesy punch that made me gag.
“Ahh, I’m a little disappointed you’re already struggling. That was just a small one.” Her voice was teasing, but it sent a wave of genuine nervousness through me. That was a small one?! That was worse than anything she’d let out all week. I swallowed, now slightly worried about the direction my dinner was going to take. I took another whiff, my only source of air being her now reeking leggings. Instant regret. This last whiff brought a new element of rotting vegetables, surely from the broccoli in our dinner, that made my stomach turn again.
She raised her ass off me slightly, leaning forwards to give me a bit of fresh air and a chance to talk. “Well? What do you have to say?”
I gasped, taking in any amount of slightly less tainted air into my lungs. “T-thank you so much goddess, it was incredible..” While overwhelming, it had been unbelievably arousing and I’m sure she could tell with a clear view of my cock.
“Mmm, good boy. Oh! I feel another gift for you, take nice deep breaths for me~” Without giving me a chance to respond or recoup any further, she sits her full weight back down and I’m plunged back into her stink. Not a moment later, a longer though less forceful fart purrs against my nose. This time, I’m able to take in her scent throughout the release though part of me wishes I couldn’t.
While similar to her last fart, this one was far heavier on the eggy, sulphuric miasma. I do as she asks and take in deep whiffs of her gift. Each sniff makes my toes curl and fingers jerk, as I feel my stomach lurch. Despite the soul crushing stink, I felt my cock standing erect as it twitched with every breath I took in. Without any warning, another hot puff of gas escaped her ass and crawled up my nose. I pulled at my bonds from the unexpected follow up, the fresh dosage of stench making my head swim. “I hope you appreciate my little poots too.” I moaned into her ass and she giggles above me. She gives me another few moments to bask in her scent before leaning forward once more.
“P-please goddess I need a minute..” I beg, only to be met with dismissive laughter.
“Oh please, I’ve barely started. My tummy is brewing up far worse for you. I am the goddess of farts afterall.” She was doing everything in her power to push every button I had. She looks over her shoulder, her eyes meeting mine. There’s a wildness to them that I only see when she’s really in her element and my pulse quickens. “You’d do anything your goddess asks, wouldn't you my loyal worshipper?” I nod faster than I can think.
“Of course I would.” I try to sound resolute, but I can tell my voice falters.
“Good. Open your mouth. I have another fart coming, and I want you to swallow it.” Her voice was dripping with dominance as she commanded me. Fear flashed across my mind, we hadn’t done this in a while.
“As you demand my goddess.” I say, before opening my mouth wide. She sits back down, this time making sure to align her asshole with my open lips.
“Eat this up for me..” A moment passes and I hear a feminine grunt. All of a sudden, a forceful rush of gas shoots down my throat and echoes in my mouth. It’s a disgusting sound, only made worse being in my current position. I try to retch, but am unable with her hot air beating its way down my throat. Once her long release draws to a close, I’m finally able to focus on the taste. It was complex in its foulness, a rotten and bitter experience that relayed her meals from the day. The cheesy eggs mixed grossly with the spices from her lunch, both paling in comparison to the deep richness of the alfredo sauce from earlier. She was right about me eating it twice. I gagged, hard, the experience was profoundly nauseating but I was more turned on than I could even imagine.
Sweet freedom was finally granted as she raised once more. I took in a breath before gagging again, the ‘fresh’ air wasn’t any better with her fart coating the inside of my mouth and throat. “Baby are you ok?! Was I going too far?” Gabby was right back to her usual self, though her voice was filled with concern.
I took a breath through my nose, only slightly better than the alternative with her stink still heavy in the air. “Y-yeah I’m ok. And no, this is perfect..” I manage to choke out.
She laughs in disbelief, “And I thought I was the freak.”
I laugh back, though my throat burns slightly. “Oh you are, don’t get me wrong.”
She giggles, “Alright, well now that I know you can take them, I’ll stop going so easy on you.” I felt my eyes widen.
“T-that was going easy?” I ask, fear and arousal wrack me in equal measure. She looks back at me, a grin on her lips.
“I wasn’t exaggerating earlier, I’m going to fucking destroy you tonight babe.” Before I can respond, she plants her ass back down on my face and my nose finds its spot. She really did want to push this as far as she could, I just hoped I’d survive the experience.
“Your goddess has another gift for you~” I brace myself for another forceful battering of ass wind, but instead I’m met with a soft, sultry breeze. Her asshole is blessing me with an extremely long, silent stream that flows directly up my nose. I don’t even need to sniff, as the air pumps itself into my system against my will. My eyes shoot open as I feel my stomach flip, vomit threatening to climb up my throat. I had never understood the term silent but deadly until this moment.
Gabby’s farts varied; they could be loud or silent, long or short bursts, they could be bubbly, rippers, some sounded wetter while others were dry breezes. They often stunk pretty bad, but the level of stink varied too. Generally her silent farts were a bit more on the smelly end, but the correlation wasn’t direct in my mind. This changed all of that. She was spraying the smell of death directly up my nose and it ruined me.
First it was the richness, a fart so dense that I could feel it coating every inch with a deeply rotten gut stink as it wormed its way up my nostrils. Then came the sulphur that threatened to make me sick. It wasn’t more than a couple seconds in before I had to stifle gags, just to make sure nothing came up. It was impossibly eggy, the scent searing itself forever in my mind as I choked. Then the spoiled dairy began to morph it into something far more revolting, eliciting primal urges to get away. Finally, it was all washed down by the fresh stink of her rotten broccoli gas, a tear inducing twist that left my head spinning.
I hear a gag come from above me before she leans forward, though it offers little respite as both ways I have to breathe have been steam cooked with her rotten brand. She continues coughing for a second, and even with her facing away I can tell her hands are covering her nose and mouth. “That fucking reeks!” she giggles heartily before taking a deep breath, only leading to a smaller series of coughs. “I really am the goddess of farts, I feel like I could kill you with these!”
I seriously consider using the safeword. I’d never used it when doing fartplay. It was my favorite kink and while bad, her farts were never enough to break me. This was easily one the worst fart she’d ever let out around me, hell it was in contention for the worst thing I’d ever smelled period. But the sick voice inside of me begged to keep this going. Despite almost throwing up, despite every breath burning with her stink. I was more turned on then I could possibly remember.
“I can take it..” The words oozed from my mouth. My head swam as I felt pushed to my limits, but I wasn’t going to lose this opportunity. She went through the effort to eat the gassiest foods possible all day, just to treat me. Who was I to tap out?
She looked back at me, a hand still pinching her nose and her eyes shining. Her lips curled into a devilish smirk, “That’s cute that you think that, but we’ll see how long you last..” Her ass crashes back down, and I’m once again thrust back into my stinky prison. I wait in terrified anticipation for her next fart, but a couple minutes pass with nothing.
That’s when I feel her warm fingers wrap around my shaft, and after her relentless tormenting I almost explode on the spot. My arms try to shoot up, once again held in place. I feel powerless, all control over the situation is firmly in her hands and it just makes it even hotter. She starts to pump up and down at a glacial pace, fully aware that any sudden movements and I’d be painting the sheets. I moan into her ass, needing to express my unmatched arousal in any way that I can.
She keeps at this for another few minutes, and it feels like torture. I so desperately need release, this experience having been utterly overwhelming. Despite knowing it won’t amount to anything, I pull again with my arms. Hoping that somehow I’d be free to touch myself, to get the release I need so badly. She laughs above me, “I know how badly you want to finish. But your goddess has more gifts to give you first, so just be patient.” I relent, my arms relaxing again. “Good boy, I think you deserve a little treat.”
Her fingers loose themselves from me and I groan. A sudden burst of hot gas blasts out of her ass and into my nose. It’s a spicy stink, one that burns with each sniff and makes tears prickle in the corner of my eyes. Just then another puff of warm air, this one is less pressurized but the stink of decaying meat is no easier to bear. Then a third, and final fart trumpets out of her ass. This final gift lasts a few seconds, a repeated stream of bubbles that filled my nose with another nasty menagerie of her meals from the day. Unable to help myself, I hungrily sniff at the seat of her pants as her fingers pick up their teasing dance once more. I groan into her ass again, the desperation rising to a fever pitch.
It feels like hours pass before she leans forward again, her hand movements never faltering. “You’ve been such a good worshipper, taking every single thing I give you without complaining..” Between her utterly repulsive gas, relentless edging, and teasing that I’d be replaying in my head for years, I felt completely overwhelmed. While most of me wanted, no, needed release.. there was that little voice in my head that told me to keep going, to see how far she could push me. “I feel the big one I’ve been brewing all night coming, and I’m almost ready to give it to you. But I need to hear you beg for it first.”
For the first time since she started in full, she unmounted me. Crawling on all fours, she once again got on top of me, her eyes now looking down into mine. My throbbing cock pressed against her pussy through her leggings, and I groaned. She was grinning but then her nose crinkled cutely. Pulling her head back a few inches, her face took on an expression of disgust, “Phew! I really did blow up your face, hmm?” She fanned her nose for a couple seconds, knowing just how much it was turning me on. “So are you just going to stare, or..?”
I cleared my throat, remembering what she had told me to do, “S-sorry, I was distracted by your eyes.” Her cool facade cracked for only a second. “Goddess, please I need this..”
“What do you need?” Her voice dripped with a playful dominance.
“I-I need the big one that you said you’ve been brewing all night.” My voice was strained.
She smiled, “Are you sure you want it? You know how bad they’ve fucking stunk tonight~” I nod as aggressively as I can, her smile only growing. “This one will probably-” She’s cut off by a long, loud gurgling that bubbles from her stomach. The sound of this alone sent fear down my spine, it was going to be huge. She giggles before leaning down until her lips are against my ear, her hot breath sending tingles through me. “Like I was about to say, this might make you lose your fetish..” I felt my heart pound in my chest. Another long, drawn out series of gurgles filled the room as she grimaced. “F-fuck I have to let it out.”
“Please destroy me.” I beg, and she offers me a pained smile.
“If you wish~” Her voice sounds strained, but it never loses its teasing tone. She pulls back and climbs back around so that her ass is facing me. Scooching back again, I watch as her ass once again fills my vision and I feel my excitement spike. Her voice echoes in my head ‘this might make you lose your fetish’. I doubted this, but if her SBD from earlier was anything to go by, this one might end up being too awful to be enjoyable. Only one way to find out.
Her ass hovered a couple inches from my face as a final ominous gurgle sounded. “I hope you enjoy this..” Her facade slips, her voice sounding genuinely concerned just as her ass crashes down on me. She wiggles again, finding the perfect spot where her asshole presses to my nose. Only separated by two thin shreds of fabric. Then it happens.
An unearthly sound roars from her cheeks as the entire bed rattles. Gallons and gallons of her diabolical release pour into me in an instant. Not able to fully contain the entirety of this bomb, waves of her warm air gush out from all sides around my head. Despite some of her gas escaping, the vast majority is still focused on filling me to the brim with her vile concoction. Halfway through the enormous release and I was seeing stars. The force and warmth of her gas alone was enough to drain me of my last bit of strength. My world felt fuzzy, the relentless pounding of ass gas only dazing me more and more. I barely was able to notice as she grasped me tightly with her warm fingers, her pumping faster than before. As it continued on, the bubbly barrage morphed into a more subdued, windy release though the pressure only lightened slightly. After thirteen unbearably long seconds, it came to an end. Gabby let out the most dramatic sigh of relief, something I would’ve taken as an exaggeration if I hadn’t been on the receiving end of this monstrosity.
I was fully out of it, she had nuked me thoroughly as my consciousness teetered on the edge. A few more seconds passed before the reality of the situation crashed down around me. In a moment of sheer panic, the smell registered in my brain and I felt bile shoot up my throat. Without thinking, I swallowed as I felt my stomach doing leaps, a primal surge of nausea coursing through me. This made her silent one from earlier smell like one of her regular farts in comparison.
Similar to all of her releases tonight, it was a foul mixture of all the disparate ingredients she’d had throughout the day. What elevated this one was a mix of sheer quantity and the smell of imminent shit. I could tell that Gabby was about to utterly destroy the toilet, and I was the first victim. Every sniff pulled me back from near unconsciousness as the utter rancidness shocked me awake. Every breath was a fight not to gag, the majority of which I was losing.
While on the verge of sickness, I wasn’t able to quell the raging waves of arousal that wracked my body. I was helpless as a true goddess of farts made my dirtiest fantasies a reality, regardless of the worldly repercussions. It didn’t take more than two big whiffs of her stink bomb, post conclusion, to explode in her hands. I felt rope after rope of cum shoot into the air as the most intense orgasm of my life consumed me. Only a few seconds after I stop spasming, Gabby quickly pulls herself off of me and steps onto the floor.
Finally with solid footing, she hastily grabs the key from the nightstand and fumbles with my handcuff for a moment before it unlocks. She then slips the key into my now free hand and stands up straight before looking at me. She smiles apologetically, her expression strained, “Sorry baby, I want to hear ALL about how it was for you but I need to take a shit right now.”
I manage a small chuckle, “I’ll be here.” Her smile broadens before her eyes widen suddenly and she runs out of the room.
I lay there for another few minutes, simply trying my best to stabilize myself from such a harrowing experience. While it was a dream come true, we would definitely need some time before trying this again with the same intensity. Next time, let’s just have it be one particular meal instead of three. I eventually turn over and unlock the other cuff, finally freeing myself fully. I sit up before reaching over for a couple tissues to clean myself up a little. Only a couple minutes later, Gabby walks back into the room with a look of complete relief on her face.
“Sooo what did you think?” She asked in a sing-song voice, her eyes filled with curiosity. How was it so easy for her to be sexy and adorable at the same time?
“It was unbelievable.. a dream come true.” I offered and she beamed.
“I’m so glad! I had it all planned out since the morning, I’m just relieved that it worked out according to plan.” She said as she began to undress.
“Thank you so much honey, I don’t even have the words.”
She pulls off her leggings and panties, now just as exposed as I am. Climbing into bed, she grabs the comforter that we’d pushed back and pulls it onto us. I wrap my right arm around her, pulling her in as she snuggles up against me.
“No need to thank me, I just wanted to give my wonderful man an equally wonderful night.” She turns her head and we stare into each other’s eyes for a second before her nose scrunches again. “Phew, you smell like my farts.” She whispers playfully.
I kiss her for only a moment before pulling back slightly, “I wonder why..” I whisper back and her eyes gleam. She leans in this time, pressing her lips to mine as we melt into each other. After a few passionate moments I break away, “You’re my everything..” My voice is barely a whisper now.
Her eyes soften, a wide smile on her lips, “As you are mine.”