By: JustAnotherGasWriter
The New Vegas strip was full of its usual hustle and bustle, an orange-red hue in the sky ushered in the darkness of onsetting night but the eternal party would only continue with the help of alcohol a plenty flowing and access to a variety of drugs being as easy as picking up some snacks at a local corner vendor. Amid all the growing craziness stood a lone woman who looked rather out of place; a mousey black gal with red frame glasses and some tattered pre-war clothing. Amidst a backdrop of degenerate gamblers, drunks, and strippers wandering the street she looked quite out of place. Her name was Harper, the daughter of some affluent trader family that had settled down a few towns over.
She had grown up in about as sheltered of an environment as one could in a post-nuclear apocalypse world (without being a vault dweller at least) but Harper had finally worked up the stones and drank enough liquid courage the other night to pursue a long time deviant dream of hers and tonight was the night. She had approached some redheaded hooker on the strip last night with a grotesque request; she wanted to have an overnight meet-up with her after the woman had a chance to load up on the most stomach-destroying foods she could find and then use Harper’s face as a seat for the ensuing bombs. The stripper had seemed rather off put by the request, but her tune certainly changed for the better and more supportive when she saw the cap offering Harper had for the services and had told the shy woman to meet her outside of the Lucky 38 casino the following evening. Well, the following evening was now, and Harper felt ready to explode from nervousness but was also of course rather ecstatic for the experience she was about to have.
Sadie was outside of the Lucky 38, smoking a cigarette while staring out into the sea of people on the strip. Her client with the unusual but lucrative request would be arriving soon and she couldn’t wait to get this session over and done with. Sadie was pretty unsatisfied with her current profession, she used to be a big-time courier for various high-profile clients around the Mojave Wastes. Well, the business had run dry some time ago with little sign of returning, and while Sadie found selling herself to not be the most glorious of professions she had to do what she had to do. This session however stuck out to her for some very good reasons; despite how weird her client’s request was, she was getting paid enough caps for it to last her a long time if she was smart with it… she wouldn’t have to do this anymore! On top of that, Harper was much more reserved and modest than her usual range of scumbag clientele. Besides the sheer strangeness of being asked to do something like fart for her customer’s pleasure, she knew this would be easy money. That was if her customer didn’t chicken out on her of course.
Sadie was starting to get anxious as the sun went down and there was still no sign of her VIP guest, the small redhead peering over her glasses and looking around to try and spot Harper. The drags on her cigarette got longer and more nervous as she got more and more worried that the opportunity was gone or had never been real and she had gotten both her stomach and her hopes bloated up for nothing. Just as she had nearly lost hope, however, she spotted her client and gasped in relief. She tossed the cigarette onto the ground and stamped it out with her right foot, crushing it into the dirt to extinguish it while she waved over to Harper.
Harper had gotten disoriented and turned around once or twice on the strip; this was her first real time here so she didn’t know the layout of the place but the anxiety and excitement of the coming session had made it difficult for her to focus on her surroundings. When she saw Sadie wave over at her in front of the large roulette wheel-shaped building, she breathed a sigh of relief of her own and quickly scampered over.
“Sorry to keep you waiting… let’s get up to our room please.” she told Sadie quietly, feeling like she had tons of eyes staring at her now that she was seen walking inside with the lady of the night.
“Gotcha lass.” the peppy Irishwoman answered, in a much better mood now that her customer wasn’t a no-show.
They made haste upstairs to their floor, Sadie unlocking the door to the hotel room and letting herself and Harper in before firmly locking it back up behind them.
“I’m just going to take a shot in the dark and say this is a first for you too?” Sadie asked in a smooth voice, taking her leather jacket off to reveal she was topless save for a revealing black bra underneath.
Harper felt like her heart would jump up her throat and out onto the ground as Sadie wasted no time getting down to business, her face getting hot and sweaty.
“I-I-erm, yeah, this is my first time.” she nodded fast and awkwardly, gulping as she did a quick scan of Sadie’s body. The redhead had a rather similar build to herself; fit, smaller frame but impressive ass, glasses.
Sadie undressed further, unzipping her jeans and stepping out of them to reveal some fishnet panties that matched her bra in both its similarly revealing fashion and color to the top. Sadie’s pale skin was blanketed over with cute freckle spots as well, Harper getting driven wild by the sight.
“Well, it’s my first time doing anything close to this, so I guess it will be a night of firsts and learning for the both of us, eh lass?” Sadie replied with a playful chuckle. It didn’t take a trained psychologist to see how anxious Harper was, so keeping the mood light and nice was her top priority to ensure they both had a good time. “So, you told me to just eat whatever would tear me up the worst… never thought I would find myself binge drinking irradiated whiskey and beer and stuffing box mac and cheese down my throat to try and get the nastiest arse rips possible, but I think the results will speak for themself,” she added, turning her back to Harper with her ass out so they could get the party started.
Harper saw Sadie offer her meaty rear end out like one would offer an olive branch out as some sort of peace offering, an offering that Harper would take a moment to seemingly mull over before finally letting the horniness take over the fright in her mind. She dug into Sadie’s ass crack, closing her eyes behind her thick glasses as she felt her nose slide in between Sadie’s cheeks before swiping down her taint gently and finally resting her nostrils up against the redhead’s asshole through the laughably thin underwear.
Sadie would reach behind and look back down over her shoulder at Harper as she settled into her smelly situation, a grin still on her face. For how weird this all was, this certainly wasn’t all that bad… Easy money! She also had a feeling of euphoria wash over her mind; being in such a dominant position over such an attractive woman got something going for her. This would be much much more fun than she thought it would be.
“Strap in,” she instructed Harper, putting a hand on the back of the black gal’s head to hold her in place against her rump before giving her a good proper taste of her juicy arse.
ppllrrAaAARRRBBTT
Her butthole groaned to life like an engine struggling briefly to turn over from a cold start, Sadie lifting a leg slowly up in the air to further tease Harper on while she was subjected to the fart from point-blank range.
Harper managed to work up the drive rather quickly to take a long sniff in of the rip, a breathy sigh out following as the miasma settled into her sinuses and lungs. The cheesiness from Sadie’s meal came through the strongest but the soured stink of spoiled ale and overaged whiskey was not too far behind. It seemed unnaturally strong; Harper felt her eyes water reactively and her nose hairs felt as if they were being singed off. Even to an experienced sniffer, surely this was a fucking tall order to get down! Right?!
“How was that, everything you dreamed it would be lassie?” Sadie cracked up as Harper seemingly went through nearly every stage of both grief and pleasure taking her fumes in. 3Letting go felt good, if not a little weird with how the heat from the fart reflected onto her butt when it bounced off of Harper’s face. The vacuuming sensation on her starfish from Harper taking sniffs of her fetid wind also took a moment for her to get used to, though once she did she rather enjoyed it in a strange dominating type of way. Having someone be so subservient to you that they paid an eye-watering amount of cash to sniff some equally eye-watering farts right out of your arse was a powerful feeling, and oddly hot as a result. To Sadie, it was at least.
fllrrpt-BRRARRAABBBRRRRTTTT
Sadie wasted no time in following up with a deceptively small poot that was in turn immediately plussed up by a much more impressive and large ripper. The redhead felt the pressure in her bowels reduce noticeably as the gas blew out and pressed Harper’s face up to her asshole again with one hand.
“Sniff all that shite in.” She commanded Harper, making sure to hold her as tight as possible so that as much of the gas as she could muster was forced up the timid gal’s nose. She was going to get all of it whether she could handle it or not!
Harper went wide-eyed, her pupils dilating as she was forced to be even more intimate with Sadie’s crack and then used as a fart filter for another bomb. As the stink settled in she began to wince, trying her best not to let her gag reflex win over.
“Struggling back there I see… I thought you wanted this!” The teasing would only continue from Sadie. She would keep smack-talking Harper, though the tone was lighthearted and not mean-spirited. “Alright, let's try something else.” Sadie decided, letting go of Harper’s head.
She gave the dazed woman a moment to finish sniffing the second fart down before moving herself across the bed so she was laying on her stomach with her ass pointed up at the ceiling. She didn’t even have to start barking orders, Harper understood the task at hand.
“God… it’s better than I ever thought it could be!” Harper chirped happily as she moved into position, laying down herself before burying her face into the pale booty of her hired company.
“Glad I’m not the only one having fun then.” Sadie winked, letting Harper get settled in before giving her nose a proper welcome back.
BLLLRRARRABBAARRRRBBTTTT
The fart carried on for a good six or seven seconds… not that either of them were counting given how Sadie was overtaken with relief and Harper with pleasure. The scent of Sadie’s back blasts were getting more earthy, slowly but surely, though at least for now her pig-out meal was still the dominant scent of the concoction.
“That’s right, inhale damn it.” Sadie cackled after the conclusion of the meaty ripper, looking back to Harper.
Harper’s eyes rolled back as she was treated to another dose of Sadie’s gas. God, it was fucking rank, but she couldn’t get enough of it all. Harper was feeling light-headed from sniffing the funny fumes up so frantically, her mind seemingly hijacked as she subconsciously reached between her legs and down her pants before starting to rub herself off.
“Eeuuurooorrggfff…” She wailed quietly into Sadie’s back end, only increasing the speed at which she pleasured herself as she took sniff after sniff in.
SSSPLLRRROORRABBBTTTHHH
FFLLRRUUPPRRARRTTTAARRRABT
SSSSPLLLRRRRAAAAAAAAAARRRRTTT
Three monstrous back blasts followed in back-to-back fashion, Sadie only having time to let out a grunt or a groan between each fart. The seal was broken now… maybe a bit too wide with how wet the farts were getting. The first one? Sloppy. Second one? Hot and bubbly. The third one? Downright dangerous.
Harper was in utter shock from what she had just experienced. The last 30 seconds had made the first bit of their encounter seem like child’s play, the scent had gotten so much gnarlier and the rips were so moist that her glasses had fogged completely over! She finally had to give into her gag reflex, however, nearly getting sick on the spot and going into a fit of coughs. Even this wasn’t enough to turn her away however as the wet back blasting had sent her into a frenzy. Before Harper realized it, her panties were even wetter than Sadie’s as she hit her peak.
“Ugh… better hit the bog before it gets nasty.” Sadie groaned, holding her stomach with both hands now and wincing in discomfort. “You’re not into that too, are you?” She asked Harper as she slid off of the bed.
Harper looked at Sadie in a daze, taking a moment to process what the courier had asked her before finally shaking her head no in response.
Sadie just nodded back at her and excused herself off to the small bathroom. “Just wait here.” she instructed before closing herself into the bathroom with a click.
Harper lay over the bed and stuck her face into the sheets, still recovering from what she had gone through thus far. She could hear some more wet rippers in the other room as Sadie did her business, and while she was interested in what was going on in there, she was too nervous to dip her toes into that. Maybe some other time, experiencing getting farted on was enough adventure for her tonight though!
After a good 10 minutes of loud blasts, cursing and even some audible plops, Harper finally heard the sound of the toilet flushing. The door clicked again as Sadie disengaged the lock, looking like a massive weight had been lifted off of her shoulders given the relieved expression on her face and how relaxed she seemed.
“Get in ‘ere lass, I have an idea.” Sadie would order Harper, a knowing smile spreading across her lips.
Harper got off of the bed and went to the bathroom, her nose wrinkling as the fetid scent hung in the air around her. She would watch Sadie in silence, just waiting for instruction as her new mistress started to downgrade the little clothing she had on and turned the shower on.
“Go ahead and strip off. Glasses too!” Sadie told her and got into the shower once the water had a moment to heat and she had removed all of the clothing on her body. “Shower time, let's go,” Sadie told Harper, turning the water on in the small stall so that it had a moment to get heated up.
Once they had both stripped their clothing off, they got in the shower together. Sadie got herself under the showerhead and let the hot water get all over her body, the liquid wicking off of her curves. Harper was down on her knees, even in the shower she still was getting coaxed by the courier to stay low with her face level with Sadie’s ass. And for no bad reason either, Sadie singing to herself in the shower while she soaped up though the dump had loosened up some more gas in her guts. Without much second thought, she stuck her butt to Harper’s face and let loose on her!
BBRRRARRRAARRRRTT
The fart sounded wetter than it was due to how wet she had gotten underneath the shower already, though the smell was no joke. Any smell before of rotten cheese or overly fermented booze was gone, replaced with just pure concentrated shit stink. As if it also couldn’t get more intense of an experience as well, whatever gas escaped Harper’s nostrils seemed to cling tight to the steamy humidity of the air and hang all around Harper’s head.
SSSPLLLARRARRABBTT
A mildly longer but distinctly wetter rip escaped Sadie’s colon and again went right into Harper’s face, the farts getting more and more palpable in the air from it stinking up the steam.
“You’re handy lass… glad I have someone around to keep me from smelling my supply because fuck!” Sadie told Harper, grabbing her head to force her into her nude ass and sniffing as much of the post poo farts up before letting go.
“Glad to be of service…” Harper said sheepishly, feeling lightheaded again as she was subjected to the gassing.
Sadie finished rinsing herself off and killed the water, grabbing a towel and drying herself before stepping out of the shower and tossing it to Harper so she could pad herself off with it.
“I think I’m about ready to hit the hay lass… we’ll carry out the last of what you paid for in the morning before checkout time.” Sadie yawned and stretched, scratching her naked ass as she grabbed only her glasses and left her lingerie on the floor.
“That’s fine… gives you a chance to brew something real special for the finale, right?” Harper replied as she dried off herself, working up the confidence to get a playful dig of her own in.
“Everything so far wasn’t special enough for you?” Sadie asked, a grin on her face as she seemed to respect and appreciate Harper getting a little joke in before she left the bathroom and went out to the bedroom again.
By the time Harper had finished drying off, recovered her thick red glasses, and got redressed, Sadie had gotten changed into some clean but equally sexy undergarments. It was a different pair of lingerie, still blacked out but it had a frilly skirt over Sadie’s butt. Not that it covered her freckled rear, more like accented and complimented her plump mounds rather nicely.
“Still got the bubble guts… hope you don’t mind dealing with a rank pillow tonight.” Sadie told her, laying across the headboard of the bed so her butt was at least relatively centered before settling in to get some sleep in.
Harper got up onto the bed and put her head onto Sadie’s rear yet again, this time using it as a pillow. Even with how much time this evening she had spent buried in the fleshy rear end, she was still pleasantly surprised with how comfortable and plush it was. Nice smelling too, at least to her. Harper made sure to get up and turn the lamp off; as she settled back into bed for the night and coddled her special pillow, Sadie was already breathing heavily out of her mouth.
“She must be real beat to fall asleep that fast…” Harper thought to herself as she listened to the deep and rhythmic breathing of the Irish gal. In a way, it made her sad as she thought about things. This must be a pretty chill job for Sadie compared to what she probably expected to be normal doing a job like this, and if she just fell asleep that fast she must work hard. Hopefully, she wouldn’t have to do this for too long and her generous offer for this session helped the redhead out, she seemed pretty smart for someone doing this kind of work. Maybe her other job had dried up or something. Regardless of how it had come to be, Harper was just grateful for how well Sadie had fulfilled such a weird request and she was satisfied with the experience.
ppppfffshhrrAARRRTTT
Just as she was letting her mind wander, Harper was snapped back to reality by a hot but silent fart that droned on for a few seconds before getting nice and loud. She bit her lip as an electric spark of arousal shot down her spine, sniffing it up while Sadie snorted in her sleep. Harper got the fart in its entirety down and decided to just go ahead and sleep like that; her nose over Sadie’s butthole she closed her eyes and drifted off into stinky bliss.
The hustle of the street woke Harper up the next morning, the black gal wincing as light bled through the window of their hotel room. The strip got pretty loud it seemed as if it was able to travel up and wake her despite the window as well. Harper wasn’t exactly enthused with the wake-up, walking over and drawing blinds over the window before looking to the bed. The grogginess gone, she realized something… Sadie wasn’t there! Panic now really woke her up, Harper’s eyes darting all across the room and to the bathroom. No sign of where Sadie had gone, but at least her bag was still there… maybe she just had some quick business to handle? They only had a bit before check-out time for the room and the session was over.
It didn’t seem like Harper had long to wait as only about two minutes later, there was a click at the door as a key slid into the lock and turned it over. Sadie came in wearing a trench coat to cover herself up.
“Morning sleepy head… or should I stay, stinky head given how many farts I dusted you with when I woke up that didn’t even get so much as a stir from you.” She greeted Harper, closing the door behind her and locking it up before taking the trench coat off.
Harper involuntarily got redder than a ripe tomato for what felt like the hundredth time in the last twenty-four hours, though she just shrugged the teasing off rather than letting herself get flustered over it.
“Where did you go?” She asked Sadie, stretching her back out now that she didn’t have to fret over where the redhead had gone. She was now more curious than anything.
“Refueling… it's impressive that they still offer free breakfast at this place with how hard food is to come by these days.” Sadie replied simply, rubbing her tummy not that it was exposed again. “Speaking of which, I got you your breakfast to have in bed. Lay down.”
Harper didn’t have to be told twice, flopping back to the bed back down, and face up. “Fuck, you know just how to get me going…” she hummed.
Sadie got up on the bed, letting her ass hang over and eclipse Harper’s face for a few minutes to be a tease one last time before taking a seat. “Open your fookin’ mouth up.” She keeps bossing Harper around, getting her starfish right over Harper’s maw.
Harper opened up, letting herself relax. She could taste sweat through the panties on her tongue and it only got her more excited for the coming main course. Sadie let the skirt part of the lingerie set lay across Harper’s head, creating a mild Dutch oven.
“Now this is the special you wanted to end on, right?” Sadie asked her, slipping a hand down Harper’s underwear as the cherry on top of the cake before blowing an air biscuit into Harper’s mouth.
FllLLlrAraRArraAraBbtT
The fart echoed around rather awkwardly as it filled Harper’s mouth up, Sadie still pushing it out and sighing in relief all the same. To ensure that she could cook some quality farts up quickly, she had stuck to a simple but effective breakfast of eggs and coffee. A risky bomb for her bowels that was nearly guaranteed to cook some rancid rips in record time for Harper’s session send-off!
“Augh… that’s a way to start the morning on the right foot, eh?” Sadie asked Harper as she swayed her ass from side to side to get the stink rubbed in. Sadie started to rub Harper off as well, fingering at her slit before getting a few fingers into her vulva.
Harper inhaled sharply; her mouth full of eggy farts that made her want to gag but turned her on so immensely combined with having her slit stroked was an amazing way to start her day she was finding out. The flavor of Sadie’s stink was just as good as it smelled; she had gotten a little taste of it the previous night with how the nastiness hung in the air and was palpable during their shower, but this was several notches up from that. In a mental overload, Harper’s eyes rolled near the back of her head and she swallowed the fart down reflexively… just to burp it right back up into Sadie’s taint!
uuuRRORP
The belch rumbled into Sadie’s taint, the Irishwoman being rather surprised by the unexpected sensation.
“Can’t keep it down?” she asked Harper, sending it right back down to Harper with a wave of fresh gas with it.
fflrrarrp-PPRRAARRRRTT
The fart started quiet but became a bubbly riot just a few seconds later, Harper holding on for dear life as she remained pinned down underneath Sadie’s butt. The same electric feeling of horny arousal shot down her spine rapidly as the unreal experience was paired with being pleasured to it, her brain overloading. At least she didn’t burp it right back up again, though her cheeks did puff out like a chipmunk from the wind rush.
“That one more manageable?” Sadie kept pestering Harper with questions, increasing the speed of her stroking as she waited for another fart to bubble up.
pLrRLlLRLRLfffBbbbTT
Another sputtering, brutal rip came out of her without much downtime. The flavor was distinctly eggs and earthy coffee, burning Harper’s tongue up with how intensely sulfuric it was.
Harper didn’t last long after that, squirting onto Sadie’s hand she let a long groan out into her cheeks before going limp, trying to pant in ecstasy though she was just met with tainted air that was trapped under the skirt.
“Good girl,” Sadie remarked, pulling her ass off of Harper’s face as she recovered herself and just admired her work.
Harper panted deeper as the great weight was lifted up and off of her, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, her eyes were red and her lungs stung badly.
“Augh… I feel like my brain is leaking out my ears…” she finally remarked weakly, feeling like she was both going to be sick and cum again at the same time.
“Take all the time you need lass, we still have a few minutes before we need to go,” Sadie told her gently, getting Harper some water and helping her sit to sip it down. Once Harper got the cool water down to soothe her dry throat, Sadie revealed the last trick up her sleeve. “Well, it’s about time to leave… I have one more good one for ya before I hit the road.” she offered, looking at Harper for her approval to go ahead.
Harper still felt rather disoriented and weak, but her eyes lit up and she just nodded yes. “P-please.” she agreed, laying back again.
Sadie worked the panties down to her knees but kept the skirt bit on and straddled Harper’s chest one last time, lining herself up before pressing her raw asshole to Harper’s nose this time.
“Hold onto your britches bitches.” she said cooly before letting go.
bbbbrrrraaAaaAArRRArAAABBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRAARRRRBBBTTT!!!
What a send-off it was, the fart needing a few seconds to charge and ramp up before revealing its true power. Sadie’s asshole seemed to open wide enough to swallow Harper’s nose up during the nuclear release, the skirt fluttering up behind her in the hurricane winds to tickle at Harper’s head.
After over thirty whole seconds of pure eggy farts, it finally reached a deafening conclusion. Harper felt like she had just been hit by a concussion grenade; the stink was terrible but the pure force of the hot acrid wind in her face and the booming blast distracted her from that.
“Ahhhhhh… couldn’t take that with me, thanks for taking that one.” Sadie gasped, her stomach finally feeling flattened out and empty for the first time in a good solid day. She got off the once again stun-locked Harper and gathered her things, returning to the bedside. “Just be out of here in twenty minutes lassie. Thanks for the fun,” she told Harper, smiling nicely and putting the keys to the room on the bedside table. “If you ever want to do this again, you know where to find me. Til ‘ then, toodeloo!” she excused herself, slipping into her trench coat before taking her leave. Hopefully, she would see Harper again; she wouldn’t admit it to anyone else in the world besides Harper herself, but that was easily the funniest and most oddly sexy session she had ever done.
Harper needed a good fifteen minutes just laying in bed to recover, only getting up so she could check out in time. Her head rang still and she stank badly. But… she didn’t feel embarrassed about going out or even returning home like that! It had been such an outstanding and liberating experience that she never wanted and likely could never forget.
As Harper made her way through the hotel to make sure she had all of her things, she checked the bathroom last. She noticed something in the sink; the first set of panties that Sadie had worn before their shower. A small note was written on them, which she would pick up and read.
“Enjoy the keepsake, smell ya later sis.- XOXO, Sadie.” was written in some gorgeous cursive calligraphy across the paper.
Harper gratefully grabbed the panties, sticking her nose into them before taking a deep sniff. Yep, they reeked of those dairy doozies still that Sadie had started the sess off with. With a pep in her step, Harper practically floated downstairs to hand the key in before returning home, skipping ecstatically through the otherwise depressing wastes. She would be back soon to meet Sadie again, that she was certain of.