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Still, Worth it? WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, SCAT, AND SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. Dom shivered as the situation converted more and more to a dangerous tone. The decrepit door creaking as he stepped inside, the darkness clinging to the walls inside the cabin...how about Cynthia, sprawled out upon the couch in all her large, disgusting glory? PPRRLTTTUULLLRRTTTTTT! Maybe it was the spooks, but Dom swore he could see the heat lines emanate from her yoga pants as the wet fart puttered out. She wasn’t as concerned as he was. Again, Dom had reached out to her for a sexual encounter and she hastily and warmly accepted. “Hi,” he said sheepishly-the fart had now crossed the room and hit his nose. She only exhaled in relief, her legs only crossing over the arms of the couch. FFBBRRLLLAAABBTTTTT! “Ahhh,” she exclaimed gently. Dom pinched his nose all too late; he scooted to his left and could now see the ground beef and cheese tacos soft tacos she was eating. Everything was wrong...the smell, the looks...he needed to leave. Then, Cythnthia tossed her phone aside, sat up, and patted the cushion beside her. “Come on in. I’d offer you something to eat, but I thought I’d put it to better use anyway, right?” BBBLLLRRRBBOOOOOOTTTT! “Right.” said Dom. He held his nose and sat on the couch, the warmth of her farts still clinging to the linen. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Why had Dom contacted this crazy bitch again?! Was there any remote justification? Cythnthia’s wide chunks of ass meat slumped around his face and he smelled the sour cream and spicy mustard smell of her ass. Then, the smell accelerated. BBBRRLLRRRAAABBBOOOTTTT! PPPTTTTAAAARRRBLLTTT! FFFAABBBBBAAAAAAATTTT! It was all for sex, Dom told himself. He was getting sex out of this. He had told Cynthia she could gas him,(hold the shit, for the love of god) if she’d give him a quick fuck. That quick, glorious fuck he was so entranced by the last time they’d met. It was so exotic, so erotic… PPLLLLRRRBBBAAAAAOOOTTTLLTT! But worth it? Dom gagged as she rubbed her ass into his face, touching her cunt through her pants. She didn’t seem to be pulling any punches out her butthole. Last time the farts were a little more docile at first. Perhaps she hadn’t wanted him to sprint out the front door. BBBLLLLAAAAAAAAABBBTTTT! Oh god, that one was a monster! Dom felt the noxious waves tearing at his membrane, with her generous figure eating every inch of his face. He couldn’t sprint out the door if he tried! So again, worth it? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To Dom’s surprise, the ass eating continued for another five minutes. PPLLLRRRAAAAPRRTTT! FFFBBBBAAAAAAATTT! He’d never tasted this aggressive, vile taste from Cynthia before. It was like her digestive system kept in all the acids with the food. He thought his nose was bleeding, only realizing her wet farts were coating his entire face. BBBLLLAAAARRRBBPPTTT! Down below was a different story. Unlike her anal work, Cynthia seemed to have an entirely different, magical workflow. She’d go aggressive, sucking his dick like a vacuum cleaner; then, nearly to climax...FBBBBSSSSSSSSSSSLLRRRTT! Strong, eggy farts would pump into Dom’s face. His boner would leave, along with his satisfaction as he struggled for life under her asscrack. Her ass covered his whole face while her thighs choked the neck- the blood had no idea where to go! Then, back down she would go. PPPRRRLLLTTT! FFFBBBAAATT! Small farts rung in face, just to let him know who was in charge. Dom was waterboarded by the smell of taco meat and four kinds of cheeses, all of them stinky. Sweat poured down his body and his breathing sounded like someone who was being choked by a bear...quite close to reality. BBBRRRAAATTTTTTLLLRROOBBPPTTT! The release fart was strong and for a second, Dom saw stars. Then he blacked out...no, that was just the size of her ass. He realized that now as she rose, sliding down to his cock. Through hazy fart vision, he could see adjusting his dick for insertion. FLLLTTRRAAAOOOBBBPPTTTT! Dom watched as the spittle,(or precum?) capped his head. Then, in an instant, his penis was gone. “Aaaaao!” he shrieked uncontrollably. No chance, his dick had. It was captain Ahab against the great white booty. PPTTTRLLLLAAAOOBBBBBTTTTTTT! Dom could feel the fart stretch her asshole around his penis; then, the walls closed, locking him in like super glue. Cynthia laughed, bending forward. Dom watched as his penis came along for the ride. He heard a snap and wondered if it was him or her. “Ready?” Dom was so intoxicated by her methane that he could only drool and nod his head. Cynthia grunted and the end was near. FFFTTLLRRRRAAABBBOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTT! Her asshole stretched, letting the fart shoot out around his member like rocket blasts. Then, it gripped on for dear life. To Dom, it felt like 10 leeches were sucking the juices straight out of his penis. The moment her sphincter clenched, he shot his load, even sitting up to grapple with the sudden surge of spastic energy. Cynthia let out a simple grunt, as excited as if she just filed her taxes. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dom took it all in hastily, savoring every second. The fart smell, the stickiness all around his body, the blood gently gliding into his nerves again. He couldn’t think, only experience for a few seconds, but they seemed to be the greatest moments of his life. When he came down from his high, the smell of sulfur and rank chemicals clogging his nose, the only thought his brain could register was, “worth it...worth it...worth it…”. Cynthia exited, her butthole making an ornery popping sound. Dom was still euphoric, as he gazed into her butthole. Man, looks like he did some damage! “Thank you Cynthia, thank you…” he said. Dom found his fingers grazing her ragged pussy lips; when he tried to follow, he noticed the length was shortening along his arms. She was scooting closer...and closer. A gurgle could be heard. FFFTTLLLTTTSSSTTT! In an instant, her gaped hole shot the cum onto Dom’s chest. He gasped...there were specks of brown within it and he gagged as the bitter smell of her shit hit his nose. “Cynthia, we agreed, no shit!” But there was shit. Cynthia grunted, and a foul bout of flatulence unleashed the hoard. BBTTRRLLAAAASSOOPPSSSHHTT! Mushy logs sprayed like play doh onto Dom’s chest. It piled and piled, filling the circumference of her hole and then expanding upon that. Like passengers piling onto an opening subway, her shit constantly streamed. Now, she arced her booty upward, towards Dom’s horrified face. “No, no!” He tried pushing her butt away, only to have his arms held down by hers. She scooted closer and grunted, her hole only inches away. BBTTWWAAALLRRMMPPTTSS! The shit chunked into Dom’s face and he gagged. The hot shit clung to his eyes, his ears, inside his mouth and nose. He screamed and scuffled, met with the acidic taste of her digested tacos, then the sour taste of the cheese. Pain, worse pain, on and on, for what Dom could only geuss was a minute. Then, Cynthia kept farting. BBBRRRLLLAAATTT! PPRRRRLLLOOOOOTTT! She sighed, still flexing her butthole for last call. After another five seconds, she finally let go of Dom. He collapsed to the floor puking. Cynthia was tuckered out on the couch and Dom could see her wiping her ass with a taco wrapper. “Oohhhh..thanks for that Dom. And I know I said no shitting. Remind me, I owe you next time.” Cynthia chucked the wrapper his way with a smile and when it’s trajectory was slightly off, she simply lifted her legs, sending out a bubbling toot to correct its course. “Oh and that too. Thanks Dom.” |
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