Sunday Brunch
by Slave Fart

This just happened this morning and I am ordered to write this before I can do anything else, so I have to be quick about it.

I will never forget the smell...

Kelsey is a friend of Monica's that has never once expressed an interest in our fetish, but she's someone that has often talked about her gas and bowel movements. It drives me up a wall hearing her talk about it.

See, Kelsey is a beauty queen. She competed in Miss Somemidwesternstate in college and won. She's a literal beauty queen... But she farts and poops like any other woman.

Along with "winning for being pretty", Kelsey has a few intestinal issues, as well. She knew a little about what Monica and I do, but not the whole picture. IF we talk about it, and that's a huge if, we usually just say that I eat ass and that Monica is super into it. Last night, after drinking white russians all night, she started to ask a few more questions.

"So, like... What exactly, EXACTLY, is it that you guys do again? Isn't it that he just likes eating ass and you love getting your ass eaten? Hmmm," Kelsey said, sipping from her straw.

"Yeah, that's pretty much it," I lied.

But Monica was content telling her the truth, "He's my slave."

"What?! Are you...," I started, but Mon cut me off. She makes the final decisions on which of her friends can handle the truth.

"Well, he's my slave AND he is my toilet. I tell him to do something, he does it. I tell him to lay underneath me with his mouth open, I shit straight down his throat. It's very simple, easy, clearly defined roles. Honestly, it just works out better when one person has all the power and both parties know it."

"That's hilarious!!! But that's not true, right," Kelsey was laughing.

"No," Monica confirmed very quickly, "It's the absolute truth. He's my property."

Kelsey sipped from her straw and looked right at me, "What was that thing you said about a toilet, Mon?"

We all knew exactly what would be coming next...

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At home, I took off my shirt and grabbed a sharpie for Kelsey to write whatever she wanted on my chest. This was her party, now...

"I think I want to write 'slave', but I also want to write 'toilet'. What do you think, Mon? I'm torn," Kelsey was looking down at me with her bright green eyes, pushing away her blonde hair.

"Write both," Monica made another drink and was watching from the kitchen.

"Hey," Kelsey slapped me and brought my gaze to lock eyes with her as she wrote 'Kelsey's toilet slave' on my chest, "I'm going to fart in your mouth for a few hours. If you're lucky, they'll be rotten. Then, when you think it's all over, I'm gonna shit in your mouth. Eat my ass."

She sat fast on my mouth and I tongued her delicious asshole. It was flavorful from the day and she cooed at how my soft, wet tongue cleaned her sweat and grime from the folds of her anus. Kelsey's anal glands were swollen and her anus was very pronounced. I licked over the bump that it caused, making sure to start gentle so that she would feel no discomfort as I began to move my tongue, deeper and deeper into her asshole.

Kelsey was enjoying the sensation and Monica went to the bathroom to make sure the toilet chair was rigged properly.

That was when Kelsey poured a fart directly from her colon into my mouth.

PURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

It had no end, and while I love farts in my mouth because I'm a pathetic loser who SHOULD eat the farts of my superiors, this was the single worst fart ever. I have NEVER in my LIFE been subjected to something that foul.

And it was in my mouth. Kelsey's hot, wet, soupy fart was in my mouth.

"That is absolutely VILE, Kels... You... Do you mind if I go to bed? Fart mouth over there can only do so much with making your farts not smell."

Kelsey was laughing, "Don't you watch him eat shit all the time?!"

Monica was clearly not breathing through her nose, "I do, but Kelsey... That's... What just came out of your ass is the worst."

I was struggling beneath her, and secretly hoping that Monica would let me free, but that wasn't about to happen...

Monica went to bed, and Kelsey was now sitting atop her new throne: my mouth.

Kels put on a movie, but quickly fell asleep. I was still under her and hoping now that she was asleep, I would maybe get no more farts.

Dead wrong...

Kels farted 24 times over night. I kept count and never caught a single second of sleep.

24 farts. 24 times her anus pulsed, pushed, and fed me a rotten, stinky, foul fart. Most of her farts were smaller, but three in particular shook my core. They were all three so loud and so powerful that she woke up.

SPLURRRRRRTSSSSSSSSSTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUAAAACCCCCKKKKKKK

"Oh Jesus... Good god, that's fucked up. Oh eat it. Eat my fart! Hahaha. I'm gonna fall back---------," and Kelsey would be back out.

In the earlier hours, Kelsey started to stir. I guess sleeping while sitting up with your anus in someone's mouth isn't the best sleeping position.

"Go make me a cup of coffee, slave. I need to shit, but I can't until I've had coffee," Kelsey ordered me.

She drank her coffee looking out of our high rise window facing the lake and farted another scorching hot fart down my throat.

Her farts tasted so fucking bad, but the stench, that SMELL!!!!

"Smell my fart, slave," she farted again, "Doesn't this feel amazing?"

"This feels amazing. Thank you for the opportunity to smell your farts and to eat your shit."

"Hahaha! I love getting thanked for treating you to my farts....... Oooooo... And about eating my shit....... Go get in the bathroom."

I hustled and got into place, smelling her farts on my breath and her fart stench lodged in my nostrils.

Kelsey removed her pants and sat down above me. I could see the impressions from her pants and her anus was still swollen. She farted again, but this time her considerably awful stench was even worse.

I kept count as 13 small, tiny, less than an inch turds escaped her bowels and fell on my face. The smell in the bathroom was so intense that it woke up Monica.

"Mother fucker, Kelsey. That is fucking awful. That is the worst smelling shit I've ever been around, and that is saying something. Slave, be honest, is that the worst?"

I didn't even have to think, "This is absolutely the worst smelling dump I've ever had the privilege to consume. Thank you, Goddess Kelsey."

They both laughed intensely hard. This triggered another wave of small turds from Kelsey, bringing the total at the time to 9. She had the first few in my mouth and then others fell out of my mouth, sitting on the ground. My face was absolutely burning with embarrassment.

Kelsey eventually finished and put her pants back on.

"Let's grab brunch, Mon! I just gave the slave his brunch, but you and I should get Mimosas! Finish eating my shit, slave. And this better be written by the time I get back!"

And now I hear the keys in the door. Can't disappoint the person that got me my breakfast!