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Moroccan Connect This story is 100% true. The only thing changed are names. Im A Cop I was enjoying some of Slave Fart's stories. It made me want to write something. His “Off the Bus” inspired the starting of this writing. And of course Im a Fan of CF... I'm not a writer, This will be MY first story. Took me like 5 days... ======== My head hurt When I came too, woken by a dusty wind first thing I did was look both ways. I Had No Idea Where I was… It was only then When I noticed I was on my knees. An It was frightening seeing that for at least a good dozen or so miles in each direction there was nothing but Sunlight, blue skies an straight dry dirt road. Desert road. it was almost like some scene out of an old western With the rocky formations off in the distance. Still Worse trying to wipe my face I found one of my wrists handcuffed to an old bench. I couldn't rise higher than a squat. The Sun wasn't helping. Slowly a couple things starting coming to mind. Ever since I lost my job being an attendant at a health care clinic...cash had been scarce. To the point of eviction. So After Talking to Friend of a friend's, cousin. I had gotten “hooked up” with some less than legal product. Only When I opened the Far larger than expected Battered Box left on my front step. There wasn't Pills there wasn't Powder Or Grass. It was This strange Oil like stuff In plastic bagging. Needless to say I didn't know what the hell to do with it even after a good solid google search. I kept it a couple days before doing the right thing, What I thought was the Right thing. After a couple calls It was sent back all in its original packaging. I assumed the this stuff went straight back to Mexico… All drugs came from Mexico, Right? Everything Seemed fine till a couple weeks later I received an Email. Stating [ You will never watse you ar my time agian] I actually thought it was hilarious seeing as how they misspelled “Waste ” and “Again “ I think I replied something like [ Looks like you’ve wasted time learning english. ] Then it hit me “No No No...NO!” God Forbid this was Mexico, I was a city boy; I wasn't use to this shit... Next to the Bench I was secured too, there was a pole. A white circular road Sign. I definitely wasnt in Mexico from reading the strange writing on the sign. It Still wasn't to much a relief I didn't know where the hell I was an I was handcuffed… I had only been awake maybe 10 minutes, and Isolation panic had already set in with the hot sun bearing down on my shoulders. Were “They “ going to leave me to bake in the sun? Questions flew through my mind and a short while later To my left off in the distance of the road I could see a vehicle and its dust tail. A Old Bus. It seemed forever for it to reach me, and the scent of bus diesel stank had never been so welcomed. It pulled up a foot away from me leaving the people that got with no option but to see me, I thought. When the bus brakes screeched and the door shot open. I tried to look my best for anyone that got off. In my dusty jeans and dirtied white-T showed I had clearly been out in the element’s for a while. The bus only had a small group of riders, and most hurried off the Dirty, old style bus. There seemed to be a lot of fuss on the Clearly Foreign Faces that Exited. Most of them wearing long clothing I could only describe as tunics like it wasn't hot outside. Some clothed in bright colored others not. Most of them didn't even notice me, or chose not too. Till I spoke Up to one woman wearing a scarf or veil covering her hair. “Ma’am Im an american citize- “ That was as far as I could get before that same foreign woman exiting the bus kicked dust and spat in my direction. That woman joined up with the rest of the group An that same small group of people began walking up road, off to my right. only a Few in total were on the bus… An She was the last one to get off, In no particular hurry even as the bus driver fussed in an ugly language I couldn't understand… And then the Bus just drove off the instant she got off... --- I wanted to say she was in her late 20's, She was pretty, not the prettiest woman- But damn she sure was hot. Long silky, Shiny Black hair to about her shoulder blades, with some Cop like aviator shades. She Wore a full thin jean outfit, jean Shorts and a belly button high Vest it didn't look like she had anything on under it from the way it was hugging her curves. Her curves were like Brazilian, Puerto rican, Mexican everything all together. A nice chest, An the way those wide smooth hips and thighs peaked from those snug mid-thigh jean shorts. Mmhm. Her Complexion was Beautiful Sandy yellow/red-bone skin moist from the heat. As the Bus and the group of walking civilians began to disappear off in the distance, she turned using her hand as a visor. I got an opportunity to check out her back, instantly I could tell she had an ass I wouldn't mind getting close too. A wide soft Fit Butt; Big- but too big was how I wanted to describe it. However in those stuffy jean shorts. Her Phat Red Ass was all I could see...
Still looking in there direction only about a step or two away, she lifted one leg off the ground a little and proceeded to let loose a Camel sized Fart, It rumbled through her shorts like it was it was going to melt them off as it transitioned into a barely audible hiss. The Disgust was clear on my face mostly from the surprise something like that could come from something like her. It took a couple seconds for her stench to reach my nose but it did even in the outside air. Soggy Hot Shitty gas. Whatever she ate was rancid.
She seemed Serious but as She turned to me there was faintest smile on her plush lips “Duck lips “ Just a tiny bit. Clearly she saw the effect of her stink. “You should Have been width Me on the Bus seat, Dose were ummm- pre show.” The way she pronounced Her “ Y’s “ made me want to kiss her Odly. “ I got Evry body kick off the Bus...Just with’d the little ones “ She Smiled at the after saying that… Her Accent was pretty thick It was surprisingly she spoke English. I Did my best to look past her Stink, She was Still Perfect in my time of need, an better yet she didn't seem like she was leaving.She seemed to be like she might help I wasn't in much position to argue… Plus I was starting to get really thirsty. So hesitantly Finally I asked something. “Where are we?” She stepped closer looking down at me “ Morocco, This is beside dhe point, I Hope You're better than Bus seat…” “Wha-?” As I questioned her english she turned presenting me with her rear. That stuffy sweaty Booty. She reared back sitting on my face like it was a bar stool. She sat full weight settling in rank bum, spreading an encasing me. I could feel the smooth under inner of her bronzed thighs graze my chin. My struggles were weak. she wasn't necessarily heavy but her funk made all the difference. Revealing to me that being out in that sun had made me really weak. Soon her first series of gnarly near constant puffing farts began, which grew in volume and strength as they went on. Getting longer over the 2 and a half minutes of torture she sat on my face. With Only Tiny breathers were she would lift up just a tad to let me breathe fresh/R air. Only to Taunt me by letting loose another near Silent Fart. A Pure Foreign shitty stink that burned an I had to breath it all with her sitting on my face. I had to breath them. Her latest rumbly fart went on for countless seconds juicy spice laced gas wettly sputtering against me. Okay She was Not Perfect...she was so ripe I couldn't think straight. Gagging I nearly passed out from the foulness. In my compliance She reached down to my pocket and pulled my I.D which had been left on me. “ch-Chad F-Felt...eers” as she pronounced A wet gurgly fart one that probably stained her shorts emerged. She Didn't have much arch in her back as she sat it feed straight to me. “yohur tall” I could only moan from under,Then there was an ominous Gurgly gross rumbling coming from her bowels. An I couldn't take it anymore. That was it I had to try. I tried to rise but I only ended up repositioning her ass above my face. Spreading her butt a little and nearly making her lose balance. I Heard what sounded like a pistol and then my I.D hit the ground, I only caught a small glimpse of her weapon from still under her engulfing stinking rear. “Look what you done!?” My suspicion of her not wearing underwear was confirmed, as she flipped the back of her jean shorts down. She was so close I didn't get much a view of her big fleshy slightly hairy, and worse shitty Anus as I was plunged into her greasy trap. My thirstiness seemed to go away the second her sweaty nude arse ploped on my face an felt the muscles in her butt flex and spread easy to let my face seep deep, then I felt her thick anus. Id imagine it be on some animal before a women. I could tell she was trying to position herself over my mouth to deposit what ever monster she was holding back but her hold on that Stuff was to weak for the vigorous wiggles of my nose prodding against her trying to get away. The sweaty stank heat emanating off her was ridiculous. There was quiet click of her sucking on her teeth as she prepared for another round with a soft grunt, only I clearly wasnt ready for it. It started with a near silent noxious steam of boiling constant wet pre shit gas. Strong as gasoline fumes before the pressure of her agonized bowels spat out the first of a flood of shit. A shotgun spray of a leading soft nugget of her yellow waste splattered me. I raised my right “free arm” in protest, but she ended up using it as some type of arm rest/Grip resting it over her lap. Straining As She pushed a 2-inch thick stream of yellow bean dip like log that kept breaking apart and spreading out. Inch after inch of gas laced stuff which held no shape once it smooshed against my face Flowing inbtween her buttcrack and in a neat line up my forehead to finally down the back of my head. Before her Power packing Bowels followed up with a raspy sea of light colored hot chunky soft serve. This cracking dump made her grimace before enjoying the hectic flow as gas bubbles Pop’d, and sizzled on my face. More Splattering yellow waste pummeled my face so much it was pouring down sides of face. Plopping loudly to the ground. I couldn't see anything but it but I knew I also felt warm Pee running down my chest. Something reminded me of Over ripe papaya in a pile of her shit. I could hear her whine and her leg shake as her thick wedding band like anus open, and even more runny yellow tan shit was pouring out of her at least a Quart’s worth. There was a horrible hot tingly feeling her wet shit had piling up an running down my face. She ended up letting out what I swore was a gallon, It was really more like a Gallon and a quarter. Having a Giant explosive bowel movement clearly wasn't as easy on her as she tried to let off. Again I heard her wine as she clutched herself leaned forward freeing up my face somewhat. Of course I gasped for air. any was welcome over her shit. Her pulsing, dank smeared moist anus steady pumping stopped suddenly for a moment. As a blowout of gas to displace most her runny pile from my face, only for her burning hole to start again dribbling out an even looser tiny tail-coil of crackling shit.There was so much and it forced out so quickly a lot ended up down my throat. Like a flutter tip icing bag, A gritty speedy unending line of crackling turd formed a 4 inch high mountain on my face partly mouth as she finally began finishing up. In the middle of nowhere On my knees next to a dirt road was the last place I expected to be… eating poo. There were Moans of distress from the both of use mine wetly muffled from under her. “ Quiet Now…” she hummed. Before sighing as the of residual toxic dump squeezed from her like a baby blowing snot bubbles, and what of her waste that had piled up slowly slid down and pillowed down on the ground an my legs. Loose poo felt like it was exfoliating my skin. Her filthy Sticky smooth Moist flesh peel away from the seat which was my face. both caked in muck. My vision did dim for a moment. ==== The rest was a blur her un-cuffing me from the bench before re-cuffing me as we began our walk off into the distance. I looked like a swamp-beast covered in what shit wouldn't brush, shake or wipe off with my hands. It seemed forever but she never faltered in her walk probably use to walks like this in this environment like this, hopefully she wasn't use to shitty hind. Even though she had just force fed me shit she was my best bet out of here, my light in the dark. She looked back at me, her eyes were heavy but I could tell she was alert almost like she was straining a little or in mild discomfort. I could there was still a ton of her butt chunk in my hair slowly being sweated out, giving me the grossest musk but the fumes seeping off her were just as bad. The dusty wind saved me from most her dank fumes of some of which Silent gas whisping off her. After leading me behind her like she was walking a dog for what seemed ever. There was a run down looking trailer home in our site’s. An I Prayed it would be our stopping point. Finally after building up the courage from exhaustion I opened my abused mouth. “...How much further.” The sun was blocked by her sweaty frame. as i dropped to a knee behind her from exhaustion. An Finally she stopped. “We are Home.” First thing I could notice was some odd looking huge dried up palm trees before my attention was directed to her. One of the shaded lens on Her aviator sun glasses fell out. I saw the small gap in her front teeth disappear as Her lush lips frowned. Bitch deserved every bit of karma she got...She must of heard me chuckle... cause I could barely finish that chuckle before she yanked down the back of her shit stained jean shorts to sit under her beautiful sunkissed bum cheeks and had the back of my head grasped tight, shoved in her sweaty stuffy arse. Agian Her thick anus was flexing agianst the bridge of my nose before a hot greasy bout of walking fart gas gushed out of her like a leaking pipe. I was easily disgusted her reeking Ass from afar, just trailing behind her. Even before her fart fully began I was trying to exhale strongly. But her fart had a heavier payload a dose of her after Oily diarrhea. Like mashed up rotting fruit. Bunching up after blasting onto my face in a two stage blast. It was terrible. An she let me sit there a moment grunting and mustering up another longer Rumbling juicy fart. Her rancid bowel air muffling into my face as her fart tapered and eased off into deathly whispering stink. Then she didn't even have to grunt as a ball of oily shart hit my face like it was shot from a cannon. Runny gassy bowel mistress had sent me into a stagnant coughing fit as she stepped forward yanking her tight soiled shorts back up. steaming foul red ass crack still peeking from her back. “ You learning?..” She Asked I Nodded gagging in my closed mouth that vile stuff had blasted down my throat. Another smaller fart loudly Pop’d loudly against her shorts. After folding over wiping my Filthy face best I could. Odor induced tears welled in my eyes, hesitantly I spoke my next words. “Who are you…” I chose to look after as I asked her I didn't get the best look around me, so preoccupied with what was seeping down my the corners of my mouth. There was an ol’ trailer home with a dark green sports car parked out front and in the back it looked like there was fields and fields of some strange plant. ”I am Shada… You will clean me up inside” What awaited Chad he hadn't a clue. |
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