Are you sure you want to do this? the young woman asked, her damaged dirty blonde hair flying in her face from the wind coming through open window of my car.

Yes, I’m sure… I paused and turned toward her for a moment.

Rachel Ann she finished for me. She flashed a bright braces laden smile.

Why do you ask then, do you not want me to? I asked.

She laughed suddenly, and said, Oh hell yes, mister. I love having my ass kissed!

I let a wry smile cross my face. Do you mean that figuratively or literally?

She looked at me with a puzzled expression on her young pretty face. Slowly she said, Well, I guess figuratively AND literally… I’ve never had it done literally before, but I’ll bet it’ll feel a lot like the figurative kind. And I LOVE that!

It was my turn to laugh. No offense, but you’re walking the streets, and you’ve never had that done for you?? I find that hard to believe!

Well, think about it. It’s not the kind of thing most guys are likely to want to do with someone who fucks guys for a living, y’know?

She had a point.

Aren’t you nervous about that? I mean are sure you really want to do this?? Could be kind of dangerous…

I stole a glance at her. Her question sounded doubtful, but you could tell by the shy smile on her face she wanted a ‘yes’ answer. At that moment, she looked incongruously naive and innocent, fishnet stockings, tight miniskirt and spike heels notwithstanding. Frankly I felt just then like I’d never seen a more beautiful female in my entire 47 years.

Don’t worry. It’s a risk I’m more than willing to take.

We rode in the car quietly. The only sound punctuating the air being the snapping of her gum. I felt a bit awkward so I broke the silence.

So, how old are you, anyway? was the best I could do. I regretted the question before I was done asking it but in all fairness it had been on my mind.

I’m 19, she answered. We fell into silence again.

Well, next month I turn 19 anyway.

Are from this area originally? We were just a few blocks off of the Inner Harbor section of Baltimore. The area was filled with strip clubs and prostitutes. A few more blocks off and you were in a much more poverty stricken area. It was like a breeding ground for pimps and hookers. But her accent didn’t sound native.

I’m from a little town in New Jersey called Flemington, she said, When I was 15 we moved to Frederick, MD… Listen we’re not going to do the whole bio / life story thing are we?

No, no. Just killing time. I’m sorry.

It’s alright. It’s just that, well sometimes that whole thing gets a little tired…

Well, we’re almost at my hotel, but ah… I looked over at very obviously hooker appearance, Is there anyway you can tone it down a tad?

Oh no problem, she said, her tone brightening. I have regular clothes in my bag here. Ummm… She looked around the car, perhaps considering hopping into the back seat. Fuck it, I’ll change right here.

She pulled the bag up into her lap, unzipped it and pulled out a pair of denim jeans, a blue halter top, a pair of white athletic socks and a pair of running shoes. I couldn’t figure out HOW the hell she got all that shit in there, but I guessed it was just a trick of the trade…. …so to speak.

Rachel Ann leaned forward to unzip her skirt, and then joked, Hey, no looking at the merchandise before you’ve paid! She let out a giggle that made me melt. I knew it was stupid, and clichÌ© for an older guy to like the dumb blonde type, but I loved the sound of her child-woman voice and face and the sexy athleticism of her body. Call me an old pervert. I was looking forward to this.

Still there was a certain charm to providing her relative privacy, and so I kept my eyes on the road until she was done making her change back into civilian clothes. I found the transformation stunning. The hot street walker I picked up was now a typical college-aged girl-next-door, very normal looking. Frankly it made her look even hotter to me.

I pulled into the parking garage at my hotel, and we went up to my room. Most people seeing us as we walked through the hotel never gave us a second look, except the occasional young guy who did a double take to check her out. I guess we must have just looked like a father/daughter pair.

Anyone seeing us in the hotel room when we got inside would quickly realize we were not.

OK, I don’t want to dwell on this, but we need to get the money issue out of the way right away.

Not a problem, I said. I reached into my wallet, which I already stripped of credit cards and anything else of any real value, pulled out all of the money in the wallet, and handed it to her.

Hey this is more than we agreed to, she said, looking suspiciously at me.

I said, Yeah, well, I don’t want you thinking about money. Let’s just have a good time. The look on her face didn’t change and so I added, Don’t worry, you won’t have to do anything you don’t want to.

She paused a bit longer, and said cautiously, OK, but usually a guy hands you this much money, he wants to do something… out of the ordinary, and usually not pleasant.

Well, if you don’t like anything I want to do, I’m fine with that.

You sure?

Positive.

OK. And then her face softened and a smile lit her face. So do you want to just do it, or do you like some sort of preamble? Do you want to be told to do it, or hmmm….

Or what? I interjected.

Or do you want me to just lie there and be quiet, like I’m a wife or something? she giggled again.

Let’s just see how it goes, and you can do whatever you want.

OK, she said and with that she headed to the bathroom.

Where ya going? I asked.

Duh… I’m going to the bathroom. I have to go, and ah… I figured I should maybe wash up for you too.

No, no, you don’t have to do that. I think I’d like you just the way you are.

Ooooh, you ARE a kinky bastard, she said. Well, let me at least go to the bathroom. As it stands right now, if I don’t I might end up breaking wind in your face! She laughed heartily. No giggle this time.

No, you know what? I think I’d rather do this before you go… and I held my breath as I awaited her reaction. A few seconds ticked by.

Mmmm… OK! Suit yourself, she said, and I could see she was fighting a shit-eating grin that was threatening to take over her face. She turned away to hide it. At that moment I got to see one of the primary reasons I’d slowed down my car to talk to her in the first place. The girl simply had a magnificent ass. It was full and round, with perfect ratio of depth and width, and it was hung on a frame with a waspish waste. I literally felt vertigo looking at her.

She composed herself, and said, Well, you’re staring. Do you want to see it? I got the feeling she could sense she’d literally made me dizzy.

Please… I pleaded.

And with that, she bent forward, unsnapped her denim shorts and slowly slid them down over her hips. She looked back at with a big grin on her face. Soon her underwear came into view and I was shocked. Instead of the g-string I was certain I was going to see, she wore fairly standard looking underwear. They rode up a bit so I could most of her ass, and they were a matching sky blue to her halter top.

I wanted to drop to my knees right then.

You like? she asked with amusement in her voice. She knew I liked.

Yes, yes, I do, I stammered.

Well, if you like it so much, she said looking like she was trying to stifle a laugh, why don’t you come over here and kiss it?!

And then I did drop to my knees, which drew a surprised chuckle from Rachel Ann, and I crawled over behind her. A took a few seconds to soak in the magical sight of her beautiful round ass, mostly exposed and right in my face, and then I reached up and placing my hands on her hips. I remember thinking that that was the first time I’d actually touched her. Everything up to that moment had all been verbal and visual.

She continued to look back and down at me in amusement. I pressed my face to her ass, positioning my mouth and nose right in the center of the middle indentation in her underwear. I took a deep inhale.

Smell good? Rachel Ann laughed.

Good?? She smelled fantastic! There was a faint odor of urine, and a warm earthy butt smell, mixed with that wonderful distinct smell of dampened, stimulated pussy. I was in heaven. I was so enthralled, I forgot to answer her, and instead went of another deep breath.

I guess so!

I pulled my face out of her panty-covered crack and began softly caressing the skin of her ass cheeks with my lips. Rachel Ann let a few soft moans.

Ohhh, that’s nice, she said. That’s it, kiss my ass…

There was an arrogance in her tone that totally sending me over the edge. I reached for her underwear and started to pull them off when she shocked me putting her hand on mine, stopping me from taking off her underwear.

Y, know… she started, sounding almost embarrassed, I REALLY think you should let me go to the bathroom. I REALLY have to go, and ummm… not just pee either. She started to pull away, but I held her fast and pressed my face into her pantied ass again. This time I gave a very loud and obvious drawn out sniff. I ran my face down the crack of her covered ass until my nose was right over where I knew her asshole had to have been, and sniffed again, this time even deeper.

You want it dirty, don’t you? she asked in disbelief. You want this to be nasty don’t you?

I pressed my lips to her ass for a moment, kissing it tenderly, and asked, Does that ahhh… I searched for the right words. Does that not appeal to you?

She thought for a moment and said, Well, yeah actually, it kinda does in a way, but I have to ask again…

I already knew what words were going to come out of her mouth.

Are you sure you want to do this?

For the last time, Miss Rachel Ann, I said, the answer is without reservation: YES I DO WANT TO DO THIS. And then I added, And you know what? You want me to too.

That last bit of bravado was just an educated guess, but she just said simply, OK!

This time she did pull away from me and walked over to the queen-sized bed in the room.

Y’know, you’re just a little too good for my ego…she crooned as she slid onto the bed, face down, and lay down. I’ve never had a guy kiss my ass before, I mean really kiss it, and here you are looking to do it in the nastiest way and PAY me for it!

I followed her over to the bed, crawled up between her legs, and began smothering her pantied ass with kisses. She reached down and tapped me on the back of the head. When I looked up, she was holding up her index finger as though she were wagging her finger in warning.

Pull my finger, she said.

Puzzled, I stared at the finger for a few seconds before she repeated herself.

Pull my finger!

I reached up, grasped the wagging digit and gave it a gentle pull, when suddenly right beneath my face I heard a triumphantly trumpeting fart emerge from the beautiful bottom I was just kissing.

She began to laugh loudly as the first stinging wave of stench assaulted my nostrils, not more than 6 inches away. The fart was deep and loud, and sounded vaguely wet. The smell was, well, imagine a wet fart blasted directly into your face…

You asked for it, she chortled, Told you I had to go!

For a moment I was not sure what to do. How should you respond to someone who has taken the liberty to break wind directly into your face, blown a fart practically up your nose and then laughed right at you?

I decided on a swift and decisive course of action that involved kissing the ass of my insultor and expressing deepest gratitude.

I pressed my lips firmly between the cheeks of her ass, pressing the fabric solidly against her asshole, moaning as I kissed her ass like a long-lost lover. Thank you so much for that! I cried.

Rachel Ann laughed in disbelief and said, Well, you’re welcome, and trust me if you liked that, there’s lots more where that came from…

I reached up and pulled her underwear down over her long legs. She had arched her back and I was now staring at the most beautiful naked ass I had ever seen. It seemed unbelievably full and round, with smooth skin and soft but firm texture. In the middle of the crack, surrounded by a fair amount of hair was the obscene orifice that had delivered her gas to me.

Her asshole looked darker than the skin surrounding it with deep wrinkles leading to a slightly agape opening. It looked dirty, and smelled dirty. With her back arched and her protruding cheeks sticking right in my face, the dark nastiness of her asshole look like the pinnacle of arrogance.

As if to punctuate that arrogance, she said, Stop staring at it and start eating it! Lick my ass!

But I did not follow her order. Instead, I directed my attention to the glistening slit just below her asshole, kissing it’s folds and feeling the musky dampness of her excitement spread over my lips. I began to soul kiss her pussy, my tongue gradually seeking out the stiffness of her clitoris in the center of her soaked cunt.

My efforts brought my open nostrils into direct contact with her asshole, where I furiously began sniffing her dirty anal scent. I could tell by the sheer quantity of cum flowing from her pusssy that Rachel Ann was going to cum soon and hard… unless I backed off, and I did.

This caused her to groan and seek out my hair with a demanding hand, pulling my head back into her pussy where her thrusting hips insisted I finish servicing her delicious pussy. Damn, I loved having my face fucked this way!

Finally an orgasm gripped her body, forcing her to go stiff and shake slightly as she cried out in utter pleasure as she began ejaculating female cum ‰ÛÒ or was it piss ‰ÛÒ into my mouth. Either way I was determined to thirstily drink every drop. It sprayed from her pussy in spurt after spurt right down my throat.

Finally after 20 seconds or so that seemed to stretch into eternity, her body gave way and went limp. I continued to gently kiss her pussy and lap up the remaining piss/cum that oozed from her satiated sex.

Did you like that? I asked between lovingly attentive kisses and licks.

God, that was unbelievable, she sighed exhaustedly. You… she started, you are unbelievably good at that. Like you were born to do it.

Maybe I was.

I like that, she pondered. Something about the way you sucked me off like your life depended on it, even though I just farted in your face, just feels like it’s in your very nature to suck pussy. Like that’s your purpose in life.

I seemed to lose Rachel Ann there for a few moments as she considered the ramifications of her thoughts, I guess. Then she came back to me.

How about that fart, though… she giggled, that must have felt good. Here you are trying to make a girl happy, kissing her ass in fact, and she goes and blasts a fart right into your face. That must have been real good for the ego!

Her sarcasm aside, the fact was I loved her fart and I told her so.

Loved it, huh? Damn you are one sick puppy. Hey you know what? I have an idea. After I cum real good, like that last one, (thanks!), I really like kissing the guy if I really like him, and I usually do if I come that hard. She licked her lips, which looked deliciously full and inviting. The thought of kissing her at that moment seemed like a dream come true.

But aaaaah, I know where that mouth has been, so why don’t you just LOOK up here at my lips‰ÛÓ she grinned evilly, and show me how you would kiss them by demonstrating on my asshole.

I looked down at her asshole and I swear it winked at me. So the girl wanted to have her ass kissed some more instead. No argument from me, or my rock hard cock!

I took her advice and looked up at those beautiful lips and imagined what it would be like to kiss her mouth. Then I began kissing her asshole the same way. First softly, and then more pressingly, firmly locking my lips to her asshole, then letting the lips fall open slightly and then repeating the process.

In the middle of this, like a slowly leaking balloon, gas began to emit from her asshole. She was taking a long, sloooooow fart into my mouth!

Oooo baby, yeah that’s good. That’s right, kiss my asshole while I fart. Damn you are a good ass-kisser! I think you’re even better at this than you are at lapping pussy! Maybe this is your true purpose in life, the reason you were born ‰ÛÒ to suck my ass!

Her obscene words were quickly pushing me to the edge and I would have cum right there if I didn’t purposefully back off and shut her words out and the act I was performing for her, until I got myself back under control.

Then I began to French-kiss her ass. I was surprised, perhaps foolishly, by the bitter taste I encountered when I tongued her asshole for the first time. Unbelievably she was still farting in my mouth, slowly, and the gas would stop when I plugged her asshole with my tongue, and start again when I moved my tongue away. The methane scent filled my mouth and soon my lungs.

Then I pushed my tongue up into her ass in earnest.

Oh yeah, fucking lick my ass deep, you ass-sucker! she cried. You do remember I have to go, right???

The inside of her ass seemed almost cavernous. My tongue felt like it wasn’t touching anything. I went to pull my tongue out so that I could get a deeper probe. As soon as my tongue was out of her ass, a huge wet fart belched right into my mouth. The methane smell and taste was replaced by something far shittier and sulfuric. It tasted like raw diarrhea in my mouth, and I almost gagged.

For a moment, Rachel Ann seemed embarrassed, or concerned, I’m not sure.

Oh, I’m so sorry, she said sincerely. But then I guess she though about it for a moment and then she began to laugh. Oh fuck it! You deserved that. I told you all along I had to go!

The stench made me feel like a human toilet, but I didn’t care. I was so far gone in lust-driven madness for her ass that I threw all caution to the wind. I knew what I was doing was dangerous, but I was so hungry for more of her stench that I simply was beyond reason.

I grabbed her hips and pulled while I plunged my tongue up her ass as far as I could. And then I began to actively suck her ass. I tried to suck whatever I could out of her ass, and at first I was rewarded with little putrid pockets of fart gas.

And then, for the first time in my life, the tip of my tongue licked shit, somewhere deep inside Rachel Ann’s ass.

I guess you don’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out that if you just blew a huge wet skanky fart right into a guy’s mouth and he responds by sucking even harder on your asshole,, that that guy is willing to serve you in the most demeaning of ways. So I shouldn’t have been surprised that Rachel Ann seemed to know instinctively exactly what she should do at that moment, but I was. Somehow I still managed to be surprised by what she did next.

Rachel Ann began to shit.

Into my mouth.

All while holding my head into her ass with her left hand while she stroked her clit with the right. The guttural moans that came from her during this savagely arrogant thing to do were like none I’d ever heard in my life. Half driven by the effort of taking a shit into someone else, and half driven by rising sexual release, they were by far the most erotic sounds I’d ever heard come from a woman’s mouth.

While Rachel Ann was getting off on shitting in my mouth, I was left to struggle with how I was going to deal with the growing amount of shit pouring into my mouth. Exquisitely bitter and gag-inducing, it had no where to go but down, and so I was left with the only option available to me given the situation Rachel Ann had put me in. I had to eat shit.

I couldn’t believe it as I was doing it but I began eating Rachel Ann Miller’s shit while she was shitting in my mouth, and stroking herself off as she did it. I choked down my first gulp and began chewing on the next load, when I too began stroking myself.

Even more overwhelming than the stench of shit permeating my mouth and lungs was the stark reality of the degradation of what I was doing. I was eating this woman’s shit and she was getting off on it, and to my own eternal shame I was not only letting her get away with but I too was getting off on her abuse.

Just then Rachel Ann went off like a firecracker, viciously grinding her ass into my face as she finished shitting and began cumming.

Ah, YEAH! Eat my dirty shit, you filthy ass-licking shit-eating poop sucker! Ooooo yes, swallow it! Swallow my shit! Suck it out of my ass, you fucker! Way to let me shit down your throat! Oh God yes that feels good!! Suck it down ! Eat my crap! Take it! Take my crap! AAHHHAHH!

Her words finally became a garbled gibberish as she screamed while her orgasm wracked her body. Gradually the words began to subside and the almost angry thrusting of her hips slowed as she finally finished cumming.

I continued to lick and suck her ass clean while hammering my cock with my fist. Rachel Ann looked down with amusement at my furiously jerking hand and said, Don’t wait any longer, I want you to cum with the taste of my shit still fresh in your mouth…

And at that moment, I exploded. My cock felt inhumanly hard and I actually became vaguely disoriented while the hardest cum I’d ever experienced ripped through me. A distant part of me thought I was going to faint. I had never experienced anything as intense in my life.

Finally, when it was over, Rachel Ann’s words seemed prophetic to me, as the taste of her shit was indeed fresh in my mouth. Somehow in post-orgasm, it didn’t seem quite so acceptable as it had just moments earlier. Still, a warm rush of satisfaction engulfed me and I felt immense gratitude to this young person who had just shit down my old throat. Youth had been served indeed.

As if indeed I was born for this sole purpose, I began to kiss her ass again. I felt damp warmth on my cheeks and realized that I was either crying or had cried sometime during my mind-splitting orgasm.

Thank you so much, I said.

Rachel Ann just shook her pretty head and said, I can’t believe you actually paid for that!

I couldn’t stop kissing her ass. After another minute or so, Rachel Ann said, Listen, let me up so I can finally go to the bathroom, or do you want me to use your mouth to take a piss too? She chuckled.

I moved my mouth down to her pussy again and held it open for her. As I waited patiently for her to urinate, a vision came over me. One in which Rachel Ann lived with me, and regularly used my mouth as a toilet, getting off on it every day. My cock began to spring back to life as I began trying to figure out how to get this girl to marry me!