Her Seat Home
by SellCon2762

It was hot and muggy that night, late at night, after 2:30 in the morning when I walked down the stairwell into the Bowery subway station. Swiping my MetroCard through the turnstiles as the sounds of the city slowly dissipated to greet me with the ambient sound of a quiet station. I walked onto the old platform with its red columns supporting the roof as I checked my phone for the next J train, only a minute away. Quickly checking up to make sure that my calendar was cleared for tomorrow I waited in short time for the bright lines of the Queens-bound train to make its way through the tunnel and into the station. It was only me on that platform and sure enough only me on the train. Occasionally there would be people on board, but at this hour of night my chances were equally as good to enjoy a quiet ride home. No families, no riff-raff, no anything to bother me, I could listen to my music and ride the train for 35 minutes to my home station. I had thought that this late Wednesday night was going to be no different than before. I tuned out the subway announcements as I’ve heard them all before millions of times and plugged in my earbuds to begin listening some hip hop as I made my way home. The train pulled out of the Bowery and made its way east. The next stop was Essex Street station, and that’s when she hopped on board.

I didn’t really pay much attention to where I was seated at the moment, since I was the only one on this car and there were plenty of available seats, but it wasn’t until she got on that I noticed the metal pole to my right. She walked on and the car was immediately illuminated by her beauty. She was an ebony woman, curvy and looking more than fine. She was a black girl with long curly black hair that ran down past the level of her bust, beautiful brown eyes, and she had the most beautiful booty I had ever seen. She was wearing a black tank top showing some tan-colored midriff that I could briefly see as her body moved around before she grabbed the metal pole beside me. Her chest strutted out, large D cups I could guess, although I usually just associated big breasts with D size, it could be E as far as I knew. She was sweating all over, some kind of workout I would guess, but it was her lower body that caught my attention. Black yoga pants covered the lower part of her body and what constituted for her buttocks was nothing short but magnificent. Big round, rock hard glutes, almost ripped the seams of her pants. Each buttock was the size of a volleyball and it strained that fabric to the point of bursting, I was mesmerized by her ass and she was pointing it roughly in my direction. Her glutes tapered faultlessly into bulging leg biceps and those were as enormous as her large butt. Even unpumped the lines of her Thighs flared out frighteningly, like she was strong enough to squat with a force that could cause an earthquake. Beneath a pair of tennis shoes and this beauty’s body was such that I could study it for days and still not appreciate what a fine specimen it was.
The lighting of the subway car ensured that I would have perfect vision of her on the ride home as the train moved out of the tunnel and onto the Manhattan Bridge en route to Queens.

It was odd to see her lean against the pole, there were plenty of seats nearby, she didn’t have to be next to me. Then I saw that she too was wearing earbuds and listening to music from her phone and I guessed that she hadn’t even noticed me yet. She was hot, hot and sweaty; I could see the sweat dropping down against her back in the space between her tank top and her yoga pants. I could probably guess that her pants were soaking wet too; this girl had been working, working at what I couldn’t tell. Her hands were gripping that pole in a way that I thought she might have been some sort of strip club dancer, perhaps making big money for those lovely features; she deserved every cent of it too. Then again, she may have been working out, her legs were thick alright, muscular and perfect, she could squeeze any person on the planet between those thighs, but hey I would gladly welcome it. I wasn’t really some kind of pervert about this sort of thing, but no one would think that it was wrong after seeing a person like her. But then, she probably gets a lot of looks from people, I didn’t’ want to be one of them. I minded my business, I expected her to get off at the next station so when we rolled past Marcy Avenue I was now wondering if she just liked standing. Her pose was virtually the same the whole time, she gripped the pole with her right hand and looked at her phone with her left, texting as she continued to listen to her soundtrack, oblivious to my presence. At the moment I figured that it was fine, we were leaving each other alone, not a problem with that.

But that’s when things got weird. I saw her body tense up just a little, her right hand grip on the pole intensified, slightly but noticeable enough to me that what came out next made sense. She had spoken no words so I had no idea what was on her mind. Her right forearms had tensed up as well with the movement of her palm over the pole as I looked back down on my phone. I thought about the opportunity I had with her spectacular ass nearby, I could grab a shot of it, remember it forever, his beautiful black booty that I may never see again, but that’s when I noticed something odd, the smell. Up to this point, I could smell the spray that she had put over her body, masking the scent of her sweat no doubt. It was a flowery smell, lilacs or something to that effect, I didn’t know my flower smells that well. But that smell was quickly breaking down as a new dominant stench was filling up the air, it was foul. It took me a few seconds to realize what she had just done, she had farted. Although my earbuds had prevented me from hearing the outside noise of the subway I had to assume that this was silent. The hot gas poured out of her ass as it started mixing around with the air inside the car, the longer time went on the more the air stunk. It wasn’t the most gut-wrenching aroma in the history of aromas, even Fresh Kills Landfill probably smelled worse, but this fart was still quite potent. It was nearly eye-watering though, filled with that all-too familiar description of rotten eggs, or at least eggs to say the least. There was a cheesy element in there as well, probably one of those high-end cheeses that were developed in a way to produce a powerful but apparently okay aroma. Mixed in with the rotten eggs though and it was a beautiful silent fart smell.

Apparently, she hadn’t noticed it that I was even there; she thought that she was the only one in that car, since she was cutting this rich aroma into the car. On the other hand, my mind was scrambled up as I began to think of the very prospect of a hot black girl farting near my face. Her ass wasn’t exactly at the level of my face, but the two were close enough in level that her second payload detonation was picked up by my nose even quicker. It was only a couple of minutes after her first fart and she tensed up again, farting another time as the putrid sulfur aroma of foul-smelling gas began to enter my body and introduce it to a new dosage of her vast aroma. The entire subway car likely stunk of her two farts, but man they were beautiful. I can say that up to this point, I had no appreciation for farts, I fart for crying out loud and I don’t get hard for this. But at this time, 2:45 at night and my dick was actually rising over the idea of smelling this goddess’s fart. Was it the fart or was it the person farting? That is the question that I am still trying to answer, pondering in my mind as I started to crane my head slowly forward. My eyes glanced up at her as she was still focused on her phone, as far as I knew she had no idea that I was still there. The smell grew on me very quickly, almost strong enough that I could throw up to it, but I had eaten hours ago and had nothing to regurgitate. It was then that I made my move, my fateful move, I moved my head ever so slightly up toward her ass, moving my body just a little bit, I wanted to get a whiff of that booty, the smell was quickly transforming my mind into thinking that I wanted a closer look, even if every bit of my brain was telling me that this was a bad idea.

My nose is moving closer to the female’s behind, closer and closer and stronger the smell gets. I am just now realizing how lucky I was that the foulest of her gaseous aroma was right near her ass itself. There with my nose about five inches away from her ass, encased in her tight yoga pants which looked even tighter than I had remembered them, I took in a deep breath. The stench wafted up my nostrils and my cock twitched in approval, it was a unique feeling. I can’t say I have ever been turned on my such a stench, in fact I know that I hadn’t, but she had farted twice, briefly and silently in this subway car and I was inhaling her noxious aroma and proud of every second that I was able to do this for her, without her noticing. Closer and closer my nose got and the aroma was more pungent. My nose was now one inch again, roughly and the odor was much stronger and much riper. It frightened me almost, she was texting, her mind completely unfazed by me sniffing her ass and her fart stench, imagine, this was the airy particles of her shit, that came out from her asshole. Yes it was fucking strange but this was a beauty and the smell coming from her, it was intoxicating. There was also smell of sweat, mixed in to produce a very peculiar odor, fart and sweat, merged together to form the woman’s butt stink, and what a powerful butt stink it was. The sharp, raw stink of her slop chute curled up my quivering nostrils. And as I sniffed and turned on to her stink, I gazed up at the ebony goddess as she remained fixated right where she wasn’t she hadn’t moved in a minute, maybe she had fallen asleep. But man, the full, ample, muscular cheeks of her ass seemed to beckon me and lure me towards her butt’s strong egg-smelling stink. But as soon as I realized the full gravity of what I was actually doing, I snapped myself out of the trance, I quickly fell back to my seat and looked at my phone, hoping that I hadn’t just embarrassed myself. The smell started to wane and I thought that was that, but it was only a minute later as the train rolled past the Flushing Avenue station when my phone buzzed, it was a text message and it was from an unfamiliar number. Intrigued, I tapped my phone to see what the message was, it was from her.

“Can u please lie down on the seat next to u, with ur face up? Please?”

It was an interesting request to say the least, I knew it was her; she didn’t even turn her face back to say anything. She didn’t have to; she knew that I was under her spell. It was weird, but at the moment I could see us both thinking about the same thing with the same solution. I liked the smell of her farts, or at least her ass and she wanted to use my face to sit on. I mean, that had to be the conclusion, why else would I lay down on four different seats unless it was for her to sit on me. In that case, I knew that I had to go along with this, she had noticed, or probably just felt my nose there sniffing her and was giving me a golden opportunity to have more. Given the number of guys she likely runs into on a regular basis I was just another dude, nothing special, nothing of note. But look at her, her ass was magnificent, her body was a temple to be worshiped and she…she deserved it, every bit of her. There was no need for me to vote on whether or not I agree to her request or just leave the train; I wanted to do my best to serve her.

Luckily for me these were one of the newer subway cars, there were no individual seats where I was sitting, only a long bench that served as several seats in one unbroken row. It was enough room for me to lie down. With my head resting roughly where I was seated my feet were pushing up against the metal bars serving as the other end of the bench. There was a slight elevation difference from the edge of the bench to the back, so my body rested more toward the slight depression that way. My face was pointed upwards as I used my hands to rest right over my crouch in a restful position. I was waiting for a moment to see if that text had just been a mistake or not. Maybe she would wonder if I was just lying down to sleep, it being a late night after all, but then I saw her turn her face and for a moment I caught a glimpse of my heavenly angel. Oh God her face was as beautiful as the rest of her body. She looked more and more like a goddess, she was worth it through and through. Her brown eyes briefly glanced down at me as she looked more dismayed for how she was feeling than for the fact that I was actually lying down. I could not tell you for the love of me exactly what she looked like. She had makeup on, some mascara and something to blush out her cheeks, even a little glitter. Her hair looked even cleaner up front than it did in the back. Her lips were pouting, a little big but far from the biggest I’ve ever seen. She locked eyes with me for a moment before looking back. I then saw her body move as she positioned herself so that my nose would meet up with the tight fabric of her yoga pant-covered ass. The movement was quick, she was merely sitting down.

Looking up at her ass was one thing, having it descend upon me was different. Her ass loomed over me like the mothership did over the Empire State Building in Independence Day and then she just sat down. It was a quick motion, but not too quick. I could tell one thing just by how she sat down on my face; she wasn’t that mean of a woman. It was a brief moment, but it wasn’t lightning fast to ensure that I would be whiplashed from her seated motion. Her ass descended upon me with her left buttock headed toward my forehead and her right buttock headed toward my chin, her ass really was much bigger than even I had though, her ass would easily cover my entire head, with bits of booty hanging out past the top of my scalp and the relative location of my chest, my entire skull now had to bear the brunt of her weight. She wasn’t fat, but she wasn’t skinny either, she had meat in her body, a thick, beautiful ebony body, I was starting to love the fact that she was going to use my face for her seat. As the ass got closer to my face, my mouth and nose could begin tasting and smelling the stench of her previous two farts. There was a fabric sort of smell with her pants, a small bit that was left over from some strawberry-scented fabric softener. She washed them, but after whatever she was doing that night it was easily overpowered by a stronger musky odor, the smell of sweat, of fart gas and of juices. Sitting down she was forcing me to smell her womanly juices and scent. The tangy flavor of sweat and her womanly juices combined with her leftover remnants of two small rotten egg smelling silent farts were assaulting my frail tongue. Her ass became bigger and bigger, the bulbous cheeks wiggling up to my helpless face. Eventually, she wandered up far enough to hover right above me, her juices inches above my ready mouth and nose.

Purely by guessing, I say she was about 150 pounds, 100 of them in her ass, okay that was a lie. As I was finding out, her ass was more cushion and less muscle. It was flabby but firm, held up tight within the confines of her yoga pants, they were spreading out slightly as if they were being flattened a little bit at the bottom, spreading out over the entirety of my head. She had timed the decent of her asscrack over my nose perfectly so that her weight wasn’t being spread right on top of the bridge of my nose. Instead my stronger skull muscles at my forehead and chin were able to support her weight. Her butt was rested so that the bottom of my lip was at the spot where I could at least take a few breaths, leaving both my mouth and nose in the position where I could breathe in some air; of course it was her air. I felt some air coming from outside, but it wasn’t going to be much; her ass had got me good. Of course, I didn’t have to do any of this, nothing in her behavior had indicated that I was trapped here, I could have screamed or bitched and she probably wouldn’t of have gotten up. Then again, I had nothing to prove that she might just sit there anyway ignoring me further. But I was merely a tool now for her beautiful booty, smelling one of the vilest and let most purifying aromas ever on Earth. The smell of this young ebony’s ass, a girl well into her twenties, at the prime of her active and very-likely sexual life, was stimulating.

I could fully now breathe in her asshole, probably all slimy and crusty of her sweat and manure and there was nothing I could do to stop the advance of my nose nearer to that stinky hole. Running through my head were thoughts about her hygiene and how healthy this girl really was, but I was blowing it away, her ass was a thing of art, you had to appreciate it in every aspect. My mouth suddenly surrounded her stinky hole with at least her yoga pants covering them, my saliva and tongue were licking the fabric of her pants with her anal residues built in. She probably didn’t even notice it. I wasn’t right up against her asshole but Lord could I smell her crack, it was stinky as shit. And then there was the heat, I didn’t realize it at first but soon after I felt the humidity. It was already a hot and sticky night in the city, but the outside air felt like the Arctic compared to what my nose and mouth were feeling. Sweat must have been dropping down the fabric of her asscheeks as my mouth suddenly felt a droplet of ass-drenched sweat. I tasted it and had no physical response. It tasted like any bead of sweat would have, salty to my mouth with a touch of fart juice, or maybe it was her womanly juices. Her buttocks were resting against my face now, I felt a little bit of movement from above her, but her ass was big enough that she could move the upper part of her body, texting on her phone and listening to her music I assume as she looked around thinking about the guy’s body she was now sitting on.

Beneath my body I could feel the movement of the train on the tracks, luckily the ride was rather smooth, but a bump here and there made her vast gluteal region bounce a little bit against my face. I was one minute into her face sitting and I was starting to get a little bit comfortable, a few more drops of sweat into my mouth and I could see that drinking her watery sweat wasn’t so bad. Whatever it was she was doing, she was working out, her body was hot and humid, but it was about two minutes in where I began to notice something with the sweat, there were small blips of what were probably gas ruptures, too small to be considered farts coming out, I could taste one of these, maybe two, it was hard to tell which was which. There was a storm brewing in her body, I could tell that she was trying to keep it at bay as best as she could, but she was going to fart on my face, I knew that. I deserved it after sniffing her ass the first time and I welcomed it. To be punished by this goddess was a worthy treatment. I waited for another short time, thinking about what it was going to feel like to receive a fart at such a direct level but soon her holding back in her colon had pushed her to a breaking point and seeing that she was the only human….the only worthy human on that train, she farted.

PPPAAARRRRPPPPTTTTT!!!!!

I felt her buttocks press down just a little against my forehead and chin, not hard, but enough to realize that she was now exercising her sphincter muscles. The sound was muffled but with a bit of loudness with it, it wasn’t too long, only a second or two but it was strong enough for me to really begin the breathing. Her ass was curvy enough that there were spots where air came in from my left and right allowing me some air, but the predominant air entering my body was from her ass. As for the gas, well it was funky all right, smelled like some sort of mix between hard boiled eggs and garbage, mixed together within her bowels before being expelled over my nose and mouth in a hot mixture. It was sort of like having my nose and mouth in an oven for a brief moment inhaling and sniffing this molten hot air and then realizing that her fart was a stinker too. As the fart had subsided and her butt had resumed its resting position I was left to take in the fart, I partially took in the whole thing, her asscrack as enough of a hold over my mouth and nose that I was certain that very little of the fart was left to linger around her body. I then realized the good service that I was performing for this beauty; I was helping her not have to sniff her foul gas. And the more time went on the more I realized that her gas really was foul. It wasn’t the most overpowering thing in the world, but it was no picnic either. I tasted her flatulence, allowed it to simmer in my mouth before gulping the air each time. The fart luckily contained oxygen so I was still breathing in air that was technically fine for my lungs. But it was her air and that’s the part that made me either a little hard in my crouch of frightened, I was breathing in a gaseous oxygen that was produced from within her bowels.

PPPhhsssssssstttttttttt!!!!!

And before I knew anything else, I felt the next release of gas. This one was more of the silent variety, like the first two farts and the smell of the gas soon made its home inside my mouth. This one smelled even worse. The fumes of her putrid smelling silent fart were almost a bit too much as the fart first left her ass, it was another tiny one, but at her level you smelled everything. My senses were overwhelmed by the smell of her crotch as it merged together with the rotten egg aroma of her fart. It was pungent, it was firm and it was everywhere. As she released this fart I could only feel the burning hot air brush up against my nose and my lips as I took in the first whiff of this stinker. It was the smell of greatness, a rotten smell that contained to pollute my brain with just the raw foulness of something so sinister coming out of someone so fine. What a goddess! What a woman! The fart smell was quickly growing on me I was wondering if it is even possible to describe by mere words in any language in the world much I adore, respect, love, celebrate, cherish, worship and appreciate the ass farts of this lovely woman. The feeling came up to me all of the sudden as I smelled whiff after whiff of her silent but deadly eggy fart. I was so helpless, shameless and lost in front of the power of this amazing, adorable, wonderful woman’s sweet ass farts!

About a minute after that fart, I soon realized that she would not be farting all the time, perhaps time for me to reload on my senses as I continued to think of the glory of what I was experiencing. Meanwhile, she was pressing hard down on my body, the weight of her ass continued to impress me to no end. My world was her ass and I was already fallen in love with it. Even the smell of it was enough for me to graciously appreciate its presence in this world. Perhaps my entire life had been preparing me for this moment; I had lived my life just for the honor and privilege of being this woman’s seats. It was a worthy proposition as far as I was concerned. As this happened I wondered what the hell was running through her head. How did she feel about me? Did she even care? I wondered if other people had served as a seat for her ass before, or if I was the first. Lots of people had to at least seen her ass in action before. As the subway hit a small bump I could feel her ass quickly rise up before crashing down on me, though my body went up and down with the bump as well so I wasn’t feeling much anyway. As I was being crushed by her magnificent ass I had to start thinking more about what I was worshiping. The things this woman’s ass had been with. From the first day of her life, this ass has been her’s. Sure for years it was probably nothing but at one point, this woman grew up, she grew up from a girl into a woman and then finally a goddess. I was convinced now of nothing else that she had gone past just being a beautiful female, she was a god in every respect of the word. All of humanity ought to do this girl favors, they ought to get down on their knees and worship her and thank them for the fact that she allows them all to live.

She could be an exotic dancer though, someone who moves up and down a pole every now, selling her body with her gorgeous ass and it was almost a shame that she would even have to. People should give up their life savings to her just for looking at it, she should live in the richest penthouse on the tallest building in Manhattan, yes her ass was THAT worth it and now my face was underneath its splendor. No one on the planet could compete with the pure greatness that I was a part of. Her left buttock, probably ten to fifteen pounds in weight was pressing up against my forehead. Imagine, this cheek has seated itself upon many seats: chairs, couches, bed, toilet seats. Did this woman ever imagine that she was going to be seated upon someone while she released some vicious-smelling farts? All those times she been walking down the sidewalk, ready to ride the train, sitting in an office or at home, did she ever think that someone’s face would be beneath it. Going home tonight I had no idea that I would be thinking of such thoughts, but here I was, right buttock over my forehead and left buttock over my chin, her buttocks….her very own buttocks. They were powerful globes of feminine flush, not hard but not soft, perfect, perfect, perfect. Each helping her cushion her tailbone against the worst of the world. This butt was made for surfaces to support it, it was designed for people all over to cater to its very needs, whatever it wanted, I got it. Her glutes were world-class and even more. Encased in her tight yoga pants, they were incredible beyond comprehension. If I were president, I’d make it mandatory for every person to pay this woman $100 just for the right to look at it. She deserved it all.

PPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!

Holy shit! In my middling through the wonders of her fabulous ass, her sphincter muscles clutched themselves again and she pushed out a larger bubbly fart. For all of this talk about how special this female’s backside was I had completely forgotten about the fact that she had to fart. She still had gas and a rather pungent variety at that, this fart was another proud ripe release of funkiness. The fart was strong enough that I could feel my head shake with the eruption of rectal vapors onto my face. Exploding above my face, the gas released an intolerable pressure upon my mouth and nose, filling both of them with some foul smelling gas. Pushed powerfully by her muscles, the tightening pressure would reach its climax, causing them to squirm with discomfort deep inside of her rectum. Then, it would flow out her anus, as the fart shook my head. The fumes of this gas were a bit stronger than the last time. A swamp-gas odor formed a small compact of deliciousness between her anus and my mouth, filling my body with a new batch of egginess came out from underneath my goddess and quickly stinking up everything around me. I was only imagining just how much this stink was filling up the subway car. As she farted I wondered what her reaction actually was, was she embarrassed, delighted, or proud of her creation. But there was little time to consider that when I felt some additional weight being applied on her left buttock, pushing against my chin. The right buttock over my forehead lifted up slightly and I saw a splash of light to my right, she was lifting up her asscheek to…

PPPPHHHAABBBBRRRBBBBRRRRTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!

To fart again. At this rate, I’d take anything for her, but God damn was this ripe! Her last fart, very fresh in my mind was only slightly less stronger than this new one, it was two smelly farts in a roll, but with her leaning over it signified that she was needing to move her body around as she felt more bubbles of gas form within her. I could tell just by where my mouth and nose was. Besides the obvious inhalation of her noxious-smelling fumes I could detect, even feel a little bit of her stomach’s vibrations up above, using my lip muscles to pick up on the gurgling that was shaking small pulses of rumbling sensations down to her lower body, more gas being developed out of this big-butted goddess. The sound was muffled a bit, it was probably loud to her, to me it was kind of loud but also dumbed down by the sheer size of her booty, it meant that the fart sound was actually being transferred through the folds of buttock that helped change the fart a unique sound. But more than just that, the sound traveled through me. As I felt the upper part of my body vibrate even stronger with the force of this roughly four-second long stinker of a fart I found myself being used in multiple ways when it came to her anal emissions. I was being used to sniff and taste her gas, hopefully helping this beauty from not having to witness the atrocity of her flatulence. But on top of all of that, I was a buffer, a ways for her gas to release its energy, with its sound, through my body and into the seat. I was starting to experience the fart on all senses now; every ounce of my body was becoming one with her fart. And as soon as I knew it I felt her ass shift again, this time in the opposite direction with the crushing weight of her body focused on my forehead as she was leaning a little to her right.

BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!

And just like that, she farted again, a couple of seconds longer and even louder. My sensual experience with her raw gas just increased by double and it was amazing. The first few farts, despite stinking a lot were relatively harmless. Then something happened inside of this woman. Something shifted. Perhaps some sort of biochemical reaction took place. Something evolved. Her gas, it was more potent now, and gaining strength. The fart probably produced some sort of muffled up sound inside the subway car, not incredibly loud but subdued by my body absorbing the energy of the gastric outburst. As the six-second fart roared out of her ass I was introduced to a new kind of stink. This one reeked of something dead, almost roadkill in variety, as if I had my mouth hovering right over a dead rodent on the side of the highway with my mouth inhaling all the putridness of it and sniffing up the ripe air. I imagined this was a fart that a more worthy guy wouldn’t be able to inhale, she’d keep this shit away from him and I could tell why; it was magnificent in just how strong it was. I never thought that woman farted, sure they did but the thought never came up to me. She must have been eating Mexican food or something to produce such a rancid perfume. This woman’s farts though were high in quality. Still, as the fart had ended I continued to take in one full whiff after another of the gas that this woman was producing. The hot gas pouring out of her ass was adding to the sweat building up in there, getting the area all musty and rank with a mixture of hot big butt girl gas and smelly fart stink. My nose was only an inch or so from the dark smelly crevice of her bottom. As the fart aroma wafted around in the very small space I was picking up an extra dose of the stale odor of female anal slime.

As the fart had subsided I felt the ass fall back over my face as the weight was once more being evenly distributed upon my head. There was a little relapse after that last fart as I was able to inhale every bit of this woman’s fart. It was at this point when I started to notice my mind losing it a little bit. It wasn’t that I was going insane, it was the fact that I had a big ass on my head and my breathe had been a little labored of late. Everything past my neck was falling asleep. My arms had fallen to my side and I’m sure my cock was erect. I had a feeling she didn’t mind it much, given that she would have seen numerous cocks erected at full attention to her in the past. Above my face though was one serious piece of ass, and the smell it emitted. This goddess was still sitting on my face with such all-encompassing power; I couldn't see or hear a thing. But as my nose poked its way against the tight fabric of her yoga pants to at least catch a real whiff of her sweaty asshole, post-fart, the smell was the only sensation left me and one I’d have gladly given up right now. Each breathe was now nothing but what wafted out of her ass, not just fart gas, but leftover musty aromas of sweat and butt juice. I could also grab a nice whiff of her pussy, overworked and in need of a little cleaning. It was the smell of a proud and dominant woman, someone who was currently using me to breathe in her retched gas.

BBBBBOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!

And just like that, she pushed out another fart, a little muscle movement in her abdomen and I could feel more gas rush out. The sound produced by this one basically echoed inside my head as my mind was slowly becoming accustomed to the senses I was feeling with her butt on me. I felt a little movement too, though more from the train than anything else as she pushed this fart. As far as I knew, she may have just farted with no movement nor care in the world what was going on beneath her. As the mixture of eggs and roadkill fumigation of her gas once again rushed into my mind I began fantasying about this woman and just how fabulous this experience must have been for her. It wasn’t about me anymore, not from where I was positioned, I served only her, I wanted to think about her, be her, worship her. I could see her giggling, laughing even as she looked over at my erection, aroused by her own power. She had seized total control of the situation, as she always knew that she would, all of it, and they had only been around me for maybe 15 minutes. As she rested on my head, feeling me breathe slowly and quietly, in her mind she replayed the events which had led her to this position of total and complete superiority over me with great satisfaction. She must have thought about the gaseous meal that she had eaten and hoped that someday she would be able to share it with someone who would want to inhale her fetid fumes.

BBBBRRRRRRRPPPPPPPTTTTTT!!!!!!

And out when another one, God this woman keeps on farting. Even farts of this size, only three seconds in length, were starting to become more of an overburden for me. The gas was atrocious, even at such minuscular quantities. It was likely due to the fact that I was there smelling it up close and personal, very up close. I had sniffed the air, and he became aware of a powerful scent, like salty musk with a dosage of human excrement and eggs. As I was breathing in vast amounts of this woman’s gas, supplanting the oxygen in my own lungs with her special blend, I was starting to doubt just how much was inside this beautiful female. My mouth contained to take it in and I was beginning to think that I might pass out from the whole experience. Each burst of gas contained enough oxygen for me to function, but it wasn’t the best kind of oxygen, it was a kind of nasty oxygen, mixed in with high amounts of methane and sulfur. The sulfuric part of her stinky fart I could most definitely detect, even the methane, which added a certain something to the releases of gas. And on top of all of that were the sweat juices from whatever she had been previously doing that night. Breathing in some of her farts was okay, but I was smelling a bit more in the way of farts that even I was hoping for, and to add to the flaming fire of her gastric release, she farted again, three more times.

PPOOOORRRTTT!!!!

BBBEEERRRRRPPPPP!!!!

BBBBLLLAARRRROOOPPPPP!!!!

One fart, two fart, three fart. The goddess was farting at will! I can start detecting time moving at a slower pace as I took in each bit of these three farts. They were similar in composition to the other ones, as I was discovering this woman had her own brand of fart smell and Lord was it powerful. I could guess that other females and other people would have their own brand, but her’s were something else, when she farted, it stunk! At first, I could start smelling faintly, from all around me, the raucous odor of this woman’s gas as she pooted out these three relatively small farts. But then I began to really get just how powerful this stuff had become. It had morphed into something even stronger than the last burst of gas, all the pungent odors around me, I was taking it all in and my lungs were beginning to get tired of having to bear with this shit-smelling air. It smelled like shit, it smelled like rotten eggs, it smelled like pure garbage and it smelled of roadkill, but somehow that didn’t matter to me, it was like breathing in oxygen on a sunny, non-smoggy day. I was the fart receptacle for someone truly great. Even if she was the lowliest of black woman in the entire city, I still felt as if I was doing her a great service, taking in this gas, and the fact that her farts were now reeking even stronger of her gas made no matter to me. The air slowly dissipated again, but only for a brief time, she was recharging her gas, I could tell, you could detect when her anus was opening up with small involuntary burst of gas, not a fart actually, just her anal muscles exercising themselves, getting her ready for her next outburst. She probably didn’t even realize it yet.

Judging by the movement of the train I figured that the J train had moved from its alignment along Broadway (not that Broadway) over toward Fulton Street, running straight through Cyprus Hill. I was starting to wonder when this woman was going to get off the train, I was headed for a few stops away from Jamaica, but maybe she was going that way and at this point it was pretty much clear that I was on her timetable, not mine. But it didn’t matter, she was still worth it. I wondered what her gas was normally like, was she always like this. The thoughts of this beauty’s flatulence made me consider the prospect of just how bad she could be. Could she be a gassy monster, someone who could clear out a room in an instant with one small smelly fart, or was I witnessing her gassiest episode ever. She must have had some really uncomfortable gas brewing up within her if she had to continue releasing it. Meanwhile, the weight of her big ass on my face was continuing to make this experience, while very awesome also very concerning. The rest of my body at least was in decent shape, but the pain that I was feeling in my head was making its way all around my body. I guess the best way to describe it would be a couple of two pumped up basketballs encased in black lycra spandex, only instead of only weighing the 22 ounces a basketball weighed normally (I looked this stuff up later on) each cheek was more like 20 pounds, 40 pounds of pure female glutes over my head and the continuous smell of raw female funk, the aroma of her ripened pussy and the juices of her sweat, mixed in with some prime stinky gas. It was another minute or so of resting as she moved her booty a little bit, though keeping my nose and mouth roughly in the same spot when I heard a little bit of moaning. She began shifting her weight to her right again as I braced myself for impact, I sure wasn’t expecting what came out of her next.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!

PPPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!

One after another, these next two farts were larger, smellier and more painful to take in. But I was suspecting that she was in a world of pain herself, they smelled terribly bad, I mean, really fucking bad, they had to be destroying her insides. Whatever she had been eating, it was not agreeing with her at all. My body was starting not to agree with her choice of food either, whatever it was, it tasted nasty. The heat that came out from these two farts was simply too much, it caused my face to feel for the first time like metal inside of a hot oven. The stench of garbage and crusty-old cheese and eggy roadkill immediately started circulating out from her butt and into my body. Gulp after gulp, luckily her leaning allowed for a small amount of outside air to make it into my body, but as she was tainting the air I could get little in the way of actually fresh oxygen. I could hear her moan a little bit, God her voice was sexy, in whatever way you could describe as sexy, I could tell from the brief bits of moaning that I got in between the rips of bubbles within her nasty wet fart that she was suffering as much as I was. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but soon couldn’t believe what I was smelling. This was a raw stench, a putrid stench, one that could rip the paint off the walls of the subway and kill human beings if it wanted. Granted, I was still alive so I’m obviously being a little false about this. I could imagine the advertisements at the top of the subway car peeling away from the corrosive nature of this nasty fart. This was the smell of pure shit and rotten eggs, only multiplied many times over. I could honestly say that I don’t think I have ever smelled anyone rip farts of this nature before, but I am working with a very limited sample size in my life so that’s not everything. This could be a fairly weak event for her as far as I knew.

But from her moaning I could detect that even she was genially sorry for this. Despite that, she moved her asscheeks a little bit as my head was still ringing from the leftovers of those two farts. An ungodly aroma must have filled up that subway car, God what it must be like right now. At this time I’m sure the car’s nearly empty, it had been a quiet ride home and is normally quiet at this hour, but at rush hour, a fine woman like her cutting a fart like this would have been an incredible experience. Numerous people passing out, yelling, cussing as the smell of her offensive aroma would have filled up the space and forced everyone to stew in the torturous scent of her anal winds. Luckily, only I was suffering, though I’m sure my capacity to inhale every aspect of her gas had long been surpassed, there was simply too much of it and her butt was big enough and my head only as big as it can be, that gas was probably turning that subway car into a hot and sticky gas chamber of this goddess’s flatulence. She owned that car right now, stinking it up to her heart’s content, she could do whatever she wanted right now and no one could stop her. That was the power in this woman that I had seen when I first saw her walk on board. I had asked God to send me a black man that would love me and my big behind. Religion had never been a big part of my life. I did believe in God but to what extent I couldn’t really be sure of, but I did believe in a higher power, and I thought there was a powerful force among me that night in the subway car; she was supremacy personified, beautiful, demanding and powerful. I didn't believe in miracles, but I did believe in fate. And tonight fate had brought me here, to beneath her and to help her through a rather gassy episode. Fate was pressing down on my face and showing me that there were more important things in this world than what I was going through. This perfect creature was gassy and needed someone to aid her, and I wanted to do nothing more than to serve her.

She shifted her ass some more, moving it back and forth as she was expecting something else. Her gas was still mutating, how the hell was it chemically altering itself into something even more sinister, but I could smell it. Now the gas was ever-present, each breathful was more of her leftover lingering gas. My oxygen level was starting to go down, though nowhere near the point where it could be fatal. Still, my eyes had seen nothing but darkness for the time being and my feeling has all but gone. All I could feel was what was over my face, her gigantic booty, cheek on my chin and on my forehead and the Lycra fabric of her yoga pants against my nose and mouth. My nose had probably become a little red from the harshness of the fabric against it. The fabric was smooth on her body but it was rubbing the wrong way on my nose, it wasn’t meant for noses, it was meant for butts. Meanwhile, my nose was still peering straight up at her damp nasty crack above me, closing in on me as she was still sitting hard on my face over and over again. The next 30 seconds was one breath of her funky air after another, the air got worse as time rolled on, each fart would deposit more of her stinky particles around her ass to the point that now, the taste of her Lycra fabric was a mix of shit and sweat, part of the killer nature of her body. I would continue the best that I could against the spread buttocks of the gorgeous black goddess as she cringed over the thought that she was about to cut some terribly stinky thunder. Still I shouldered on, I could smell the heady odor of crotch, sweat, and ass, all mixed in the dark butt prison now perched in a nasty grind on my face. And then she leaned over, this time to her left and farted again.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!

This one was, yes I know it’s hard to believe, much worse than the past few farts. I had finally found my voice and screamed as loud as I could into the massive buttocks on my face. But nobody heard. I was effective muffed by the big female ass. As I screamed, human instinct more than anything else I soon regretted my decision, I didn’t want to disappoint her, so I stopped soon after and took in the stinky air of her farts and now her gas was reeking of something even fouler. As she moved her ass back over my face after leaning over with her weight focused on my chin I could hear her moan with a pleasurable response wiggling and clenching her heavy cheeks in a calculating display of squashing, descending again to completely burying my unfortunate face beneath her thunderous thighs and wobbly cheeks and allowing for my face to be steam pressed with her foul wind. And that’s when the true power of the aroma got to me; her farts had crossed the line. They had an contagious quality, which made me feel violated in their excruciating presence. They had produced a chemical like burn that had scorched their way down my throat and into my lungs, where they underwent gas exchange in my alveolus, and thereby infiltrated my bloodstream. This was the kind of farts that made you want to go home, vomit, burn your clothes and take a shower. I was literally nauseated. My eyes were literally watering. And the weight of her ass had somehow taken on another devious turn.

BBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!

And that’s when it happened; each fart carried the same sinister stink. Straight into my face, three more wet farts of extreme prejudice. They were coming out quicker now, rapid fire, each release of fart gas a violation of air quality standards. Now it was starting to become hazy for me, the first few farts were alright, but now it was getting to me in the worst way. The ass that had been pressed on my face was too much of a burden for me. I’m sure she could feel my nose poking and prodding her sweaty butt hole through her damp yoga pants. She concentrated on the muffled cries that barely escaped the enormity of her big fleshy butt, and could feel the struggling face beneath her wide waist body. My mind had gone astray, second by second the infusion of more gas was poisoning my system. Her farts may have not even been the worse ever, but that hardly mattered, each fart was bad. The stench of decaying milk, eggs and garbage clouded every being of my body, there was nothing in my lungs that was mine anymore, it had all been replaced with her gas, which became unfortunate for me, since my heart and blood couldn’t take any more of this woman’s gassy composition. I was draining away bit by bit, more and more she could fart at will and more and more I could have to ingest it all. She was powerful man, and I loved it all and hated it too. Mixed emotions were the thought for the time being as the smell in the subway car must have reeked. Every second brought in more of her potent mixture of methane and hydrogen sulfide. And then I could feel her butt move even more, it came down even harder as her body moved in a way. I could feel her right hand press down against the seat right behind my head while her left hand pressed down on my tummy, helping me to involuntarily expel some air out of my bowels and back into her foul sphincter. She was bracing herself for some more farts.

BBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!

BBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!

WHAT DID SHE EAT?! Dear fucking God was this bad now. In very quick time my curiosity and ability to respect such a beautiful creature had gone out the window, three monster farts came out as she had to push down on the seat to release such colossal monsters. It never dawned on me just how much one person could fart, she was putting on quite the show as I inhaled more and more of her dangerous smelling gas. The force of her fart shook the entire bench with my body resting on it, likely fogging up the windows behind me. My eyes kept on twitching, as I had somehow still been breathing, but I could also tell that I was beginning to holding on to dear life as I couldn’t continue breathing in these impressive farts. She was to be worshiped no doubt and her ass was a temple, but dear Lord these farts were appalling. My body vibrated under each eruption, I could feel my heart beat rise as I anticipated the newest batch of killer gas to reach her anus. Any bit of gas she’d release now was becoming toxic to my body; I could no longer take it in, even if I wanted in all my being to do so. The farts were enormous; the subway car’s air must have been getting denser, warmer, and stinkier.

My body was slowly starting to become limp from the continuous sitting on my face by her ass and the farts, they were now too much, whatever cute silent and smelly farts she had released in the beginning she had graduated past them long ago. Her ass now had a doctorate in Advanced Gas Production with honors and she was now sharing that with me. The farts were simply unreal, they stunk more and more, like shit, garbage and eggs, it was impossible for me to even think about them. I tried to move my face, but I was overpowered by the sheer weight and size of the fleshy backside that was pushing its advantage on me, a deep sweaty chasm of butt meat and a wild scent that permeated my senses. The fumes were nasty and growing in intensity as I breathed more and more, it was like eating poison now, sure I had to take it in, but I sure didn’t want to. This woman was still divine as far as I knew and I could never blame her for having such retched gas, but I was in such a position that I almost began to reconsider my position, but her butt was too big and she was feeling the gas coming, she had another bomb on its way, I could tell. The gigantic cheeks encased my face well. I was smothering and was unable to escape…I felt my nose sink even deeper into the dank sweaty crevice of the beefy black ass. Each whiff was another batch of impossibly rank-smelling flatus, the aftermath of what had to be some heinously devoured meal that helped her produce an incredible amount of indigestion and she was a fucking angel. Her beauty, I was more sure of it now than ever before, she was the greatest woman to ever roam on this planet, I’d do this every night for her if I could…but right now I needed some fresh air. Too bad that she was about to give me more than I ever wanted.

I could feel her butt move a little bit, wiggling as she felt something, I could hear it, the gurgling in her stomach, it had reached a high. It wasn’t the loudest thing in that car, but it echoed enough that she probably heard it over the music she was likely listening too. She must have been feeling….well something. Maybe she was getting embarrassed, or uncomfortable or maybe she was enjoying the torture she was distributing to me, I may never know, but it was now on its way, armed and loaded, she had a fart coming, a big one. My legs now had some movement, but very weak movements. My arms were twitching, but again, in a very weakly. I was fighting for air underneath the massive thighs and ass of the ebony beauty but I could do little more than scream and twitch whenever the big butt on my face provided a small pocket of breathing space with all of her wiggling. Yes, despite the fact that I was enjoying this, I was trying to plead with her to let me go. I’d smell her farts all day long, but I did not like where the gurgling in her bowels was going, she was cooking up something brutal, something nasty, something impressive and I did not want to be around her when she cut that sucker, it was going to end badly for me. I felt like I was being eaten by the black woman’s big butt. My head just couldn’t break free from that sweaty prison of damp ass-crack. The smell of her previous bouts of gas were still hanging around in my head, my nasal cavities had thought of nothing else but nasty ass gas. The way she was going there was no way I would forget about that aroma for a long time, not that I wanted too, I was happy to serve her. But I was about to regret that in the worst way, her right hand again went down against the seat and her left hand on my stomach. She pressed her butt in harder against my body as I felt my head squeeze even deeper into her asscrack, creating new space in her musty gassy-smelling butt flaps. The applied pressure of her butt on my face deep against the bench and her hands against my stomach and seat meant only one thing, she had to use some force to cut this. The woman finally began to fart and I truly began to realize just how bad she could cut the cheese.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR…….

This woman had been cooking up something really potent and now I felt it, my body was shaking with great force as she released an awfully large stinker of a fart. A gust of air was forcefully pushed into my body, there was no way of rejecting it, volumous amounts of the most foul-smelling gas in the world was rushing into my system at an incredible pace. He opened my mouth to shout, and was greeted with a warm musky odor; a more pungent variation of the smell that had been nagging me ever since she had arrived on board. As she farted she pushed her butt even deeper against my body, taking the opportunity to compress my face into the foul material of her yoga pants even more. My nose was compressed nearly entirely, preventing me from using my nostrils for the breath of life other than from her ass gas, while something moist and warm had covered my mouth, creating a seal that locked me in. She had to push it in even deeper because of the vulgarity of this fart. I was very much large and in charge, a dominating fart that explained in no uncertain terms just the kind of power she had over me. I had to absorb all of the fumes of her fart. Nothing on that subway, nor what she wore was no match for the gas she was putting out. Her colon had to be as full as possible and it seemed that she was spewing out gas that was still in her intestines, waiting to enter her colon; she was emptying out her entire system, in more than one way too. My face was being blown with strong force winds that spewed a strong garbagy smell from this ginormous fart. My face was being greeted with a very, very potent smell of rotten eggs, old meat and moldy cheese. The fart was the bubbliest, sloppiest and bassiest fart that anyone had ever released, it sounded like an orchestra of bubbles going off along with the passing of vast amounts of very rotten wind. And my face was Ground Zero for the whole thing.

….RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!

After everything I was experiencing with this powerhouse fart, it continued. Her stinkiness had reached new highs; this was going to end badly for me. It shook my head, continuously to the point that I was getting dizzy from just the vibration along of the strong anal winds blowing out from her ass. The air was thick with noxious vapors from the fart’s awesome smell and filled my lungs. The force of her ass over my face had continued to make it very difficult even to take in the gas. My lungs weren’t physically being trampled on, but the rancid aroma coming out of her ass had made it so that I was going to suffer regardless. As the fart continued past ten seconds in length, ten seconds of the foulest smelling foul air I began to cough, as best as I could under the circumstances, sending a sharp wave of pain through my lungs and back as my body tried feverishly to exchange the fumes from my irritated lungs for fresh air, but all I had to greet me was potent black woman gas mixed in with juicy sweat and lingering fart fumes. The pain brought on a fresh wave of torture as I continued to inhale the gas, as much as I did not want to; breathing in her gas was more than anything else now. The smell of sulfur grew heavy as I took in the fart gas. In the last few seconds of the fart, probably ending up about twenty seconds in length, I began to understand death. My eyes flickered, my face burned, my lungs burned and my body was finally going limp. The fart was impressively massive and toxically stinky, it roared on, a thunderous explosion of sphincter pyrotechnics that was stronger in scope than the fireworks over the East River on Independence Day. The fart was roaring like an unstoppable monster with the most putrid of gas every developed within the bowels of a human being.

The fart had subsided, before petering out as she had literally used her entire will being to push out the fart, nearly wrecking her as much as she was doing to me. She used everything to push this out and I could tell, it was wholesomely the most complete release to noxious flatulence I had ever experienced. It was a fart that anyone could be proud of for the rest of their life, perhaps this girl’s smelliest creation ever. It was certainly one for the record books as far as I was considered and through it all, I was proud to be a witness to the whole thing. Her body, her ass, it deserved to be worshiped, I’d drop almost everything in my life to spend a life in servitude to the whole thing, she fucking deserved it and this was the pride and joy. For such a great body and a great ass came out a great fart and that was the only thing that would settle for such an experience. But all of that was taking its toll on me, my mind had been a dark spot for a while now, too much of this woman’s butt fumes were doing their damage to me. I felt life draining from me long ago and she was not moving her butt. She probably was fearing just how bad her damage was, either to me to potentially to her nose. I wasn’t sure just how bad the smell of the fart was to her, but to me, it was damaging beyond all belief. I could taste and smell nothing but her gas and while I was happy to do this for her, she deserved it still, it was also taxing. With all of that said, my mind had been slipping away into unconscioness and as I felt her ass continue to press down against my body with the too-much-to-believe nastiness of her butt pressing up against my body, nearly sealing her dangerously potent gas in my body it wasn’t much of a conclusion that I would simply pass out from all the pressure of the past few minutes. As soon as my body had signaled to my brain that it was time to quite I did just that, rather quickly too, I was out.

The stopping of the J train at its final station woke me up; it was a jilt that forced me to wake my eyes. Overhead I could vaguely see some fuzzy images in my vision. I was up at least, but my eyesight wasn’t nearly up to where it should be. I could hear the train announcement tell me that I had arrived at the Jamaica Center subway station, the end of the line. I slowly get up, moaning a bit as I try to wake myself out of the funk that I had been a part of. The subway stunk heavily of the woman’s foul gas, that smell wasn’t going away any time soon that’s for sure. Just to prevent myself from getting stuck on a return trip I am able to use the bars nearby to get myself off the train and onto the, thankfully, nearly vacant platform. Only a couple of stragglers are around at the normally busy station, in an hour or so that will change. My head’s in a funk though, I feel like I’m drunk and not thinking too well. My head feels warm and nasty, I can smell the fart smell against my fabric and I probably got a few looks walking around. As the train departed I went to one of the center benches in the middle of the subway platform and sat down for a moment, hearing the sound of a couple of departing stragglers as the train moved away, my gas chamber finally rolling out so that I may never had to experience that kind of hell again. Okay, so it was worth it and to bear repeating again, I’d smell her again, but not for a little bit.

First I had to get my mind functioning. My shirt had a brown stain over the top part, part of the sheer wind power of her nasty butt blasts. My hair was all screwy in appearance and my face a bit tanned, almost has if it had a sunburn on it. Probably the low oxygen levels in my body helped with that look as well. I sat there for a few minutes as my vision came back to me, I felt like Han Solo leaving carbon freezing, what was once a dark blurb was becoming a light blurb. It took ten minutes for my full vision to come back but man, that funky smell was sticking around; she had branded me with her gas. It was an honor to have been branded, but I was definitely changing clothes and taking a shower when I returned home. I had checked my pockets to see if she may have mugged me for my phone or my wallet, amazingly they were both still there; at least she wasn’t that kind of person. I thought about her, I could still see her in my head, her beautiful body and her gorgeous ass, I’d do anything to see her again but I thought that it was all just meant to be a one-time thing. And maybe it was for the best, at least for my health, I’m not sure I could stand that much gas or that much ass crushing all the time. But then, checking my phone I noticed that I had a new text message. My heart raced over the prospect of who I thought it was and sure enough, it was her. I still didn’t get an exact number or a name, it was listed as private on the phone, but it was her alright. I imagined what her divine voice must have heard like, other than a few moans I had no clue, but reading the message made me tingle inside as she relayed her feelings about what had just occurred.

“Hey, I’m sorry about earlier. I had no idea it was going to be dat bad, I had no idea dat McDonalds could do dat to me. But thanks for the assist, I owe you. I typically ride that train coming home on most nights after 2:30, we should hook up again. Luv ya!”

I smiled as I took a quick whiff of my shirt, smelling of rotten eggs and shit. She owes me nothing, I owe her the world. She was perfect, she was a goddess, she was the greatest person to ever walk this Earth and I was going to make sure that I rode that train every night home. She was worth it.