By: PaleBandit
‘PFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTRRRRRRFFFFFFRRRRÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFffffff’ The big butt resting on my face had vibrated from the force of that nasty fart.
“Ah~ That was the last one!”, the woman using me announced, “Finally! I think there must have been something wrong with the food we got for lunch. HAH! Would not have been the first time! I bet you’re gonna have a lot of fun today.”
She smiled and waved me goodbye as she left.
I would have waved back, if my hands were not chained to the ground. It was just a formality. I would never even think of getting out of here.
‘Here’ being the woman’s toilet of the ‘Golden Nose Prison’.
Every morning, after breakfast, I get picked up from my isolation cell and brought here.
Not rarely the guard would then be first one to use me. She pulls down her pants, spreads her cheeks, sits down with her asshole on my nose and relieves herself of her morning-gas. My face is a warm and soft seat and my nose sniffs up all of the nasty gas, so no one else has to smell it.
This hall thing started off as a sheer coincidence.
Back then, I was just a new prisoner who managed to get into solitary on their first day.
A female guard, her name is Stephanie, brought me my dinner and she was already in a terrible mood from dealing with other prisoners. And the effect her dinner had on her made her mood even worse.
Just as I hold my arms up to door-window to receive my food she let out a loud and brassy fart. The rooms are soundproof, so I was the only prisoner to hear it.
“Bad gas, ma’am?”, I teased her.
“Oh, shut up!”, she replied.
“Bet you are stinking up the entire office! Is that why they sent you to deliver the food?”, I pressed her. But she did not respond. Instead, she closed the window and seconds later the door itself opened. She entered and put my food down in a corner before closing and locking the door behind her. I had stepped back in fear she came in to beat me senseless.
Instead she pushed me really hard, what sent tumbling against the back wall of my cell.
I had hit my head lightly and by the time shook of the dizziness and raised my head, I just saw to dark cheeks descending onto me. She sat down on my face and wigged her butt around.
“Mh-mmh~ You are really comfy, I give you that.”, she teased me.
I let out a shout that was muffled by her butt.
“Stop complaining!”, she shouted, “You asked whether I had bad gas! I am just giving you an answer, hehe.”
It was in that moment that I realized where all of her wiggling has positioned my noise.
Right underneath her asshole. ‘ffffFFFFFFFFFFF______RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTRRTRRRRRÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖOOOOOOÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÄÄÄÄÄÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFffffffffffffffffsssssssssssssssssssssss’ “Aaaaaah~ That felt good!”, she moaned, “So, what do you think? Did my dinner give me bad gas?”
‘Bad’ was an understatement. That fart was the strongest one I had ever smelled and the stench was far more putrid than what the prisoners-toilets emitted. And it turned me on.
I gave a muffled response into her ass and she just laughed and said: “What was that? I did not get that? Are you unsure? I gotcha! I will give you some more samples.” ‘PROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFSSSSSHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRÖÖÖRRRFFFFF’ “Ah~ That one got a little wet~”, she commented before pushing the next one out. ‘FFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖRPRPRPRRRRRRRTrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRÄÄÄÄORFFFFFFFFFFFFFTRRRTRRRTRRRRRRFFFFsssssss’ “Such relieve!” ‘SSSSSSSHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFffffffffffff’ “Oh! Now that’s wet!”, she laughed, “But I smell nothing up here! You are taking them in so perfectly! I bet you can give my farts an honest judgment once I gave you all of my gas as samples! Then you can tell me if I have ‘bad gas’!” ‘BRRRRRÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄRTRRRRTRRRRRRROOOOOOOORRRRRPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrr’
For good half an hour she kept them coming in with only short breaks between them.
I was taking them in, feeling a pleasure like I have not done in a long time.
Once she was done she got off my face and pulled her pants back on.
“So? What do you think? Do I have ba-“, she had turned around while talking my stopped when she saw my face. “You freaking pervert!”, she shouted. My face had an obvious expression on it.
“A dirty fartlover, huh? Hopes you loved it, becau…”, she stopped and thought for a moment, “Actually…”, she put handcuffs on me, “I have a great idea!”
She opened the door and dragged on by the chain of the cuffs.
One floor higher, where the normal cells are, and another one higher, to the guards area. Right next to the staircase was the woman’s toilet. She pulled me right there.
Inside she pushed me on my knees and cuffed my cuffs to the toilet booth. She let out a dirty laugh before leaving me behind.
Not even five minutes later another guard entered the toilet. She looked at me with a big smile before simultaneously turning around and pulling down her pants.
She spread her cheeks and settled down on my face with her asshole completely sealed by my nose.
“This really IS comfy~”, she said before releasing her first fart. ‘FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrr
PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFfff’ A fart like two short, brassy explosions were pushed into my nose.
“Haaah~”, the guard sighed.
“Woah, Cindy!”, another woman said as she entered the toilet, “I heard that one from outside!”
The guard sitting on me, Cindy, responded: “The important question is: Do you smell something?”
“Nope!”, the other woman said, “Just like Steph said.” “
This little pervert is taking it all in without even twitching! This really was a great idea!” ‘PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFfffffffffffffffff’
That was the day I was the female guards made me their ‘fartfilter’. Eventually, the warden herself tried me out and approved of the idea.
When the time of my release came just a few months later, I was not released.
Officially I was, but in reality I never the space between my spot at the toilet and my cell.
So years later, I still fulfill my role as the woman-toilet’s convenient fartfilter.