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The Fart Sampler WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART DOMINATION AND BUTT DOMINATION. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. Fruit of The Loom seems like an average undergarment vendor. That was, until 1969- the “experimental phase” of their research. The company sought to be the first of it’s kind. The goal was to create a brand of underwear that would completely mask the smells of the lower bodies. Farts, feminine odor, you name it. For decades, their efforts were,(ironically), fruitless. However, around the 2000’s, a new technique emerged. Questionable as it was, the scientists at Fruit of The Loom were speeding towards a solution at an astonishing rate. Enter Kyle. Or rather, enter his new playmate, Kyria to the room. She was one of the chunkier female models. Pretty, with just a little too much belly fat. Here however, she found her calling. A female announcer bellowed over the loudspeaker: “Take your seat Kyria. Number 234, now testing.” Kyria smiled. Kyle frowned. He had become all too familiar with Kyria. Kyle watched as her plump rump descended on his face. Kyria giggled. “A perfect fit as always, huh Kyle? Pucker up!” Kyle did not pucker up. Instead he took the time to focus on what little beauty there was in the situation. A professional model was in her underwear with him. Her butt made his boner do a loop-de-loop in his pants. For a lingering second, he hungered for her. BBBRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPPTTT! In an instant, that longing faded. 10 seconds later, Kyle was still coughing from Kyria’s ass burst. She sighed, sexy as can be, and readjusted herself on Kyle’s face. PPPPPRRRAAAATTTTTTT! That was a forceful one. The vibration tickled Kyle’s nose, an insult to the injury of the farts smell. Kyria loved the gassy foods the company gave her and she ate every spoonful. BBBLLLBBBBBRRBBBBBBLLB! Chili and cauliflower. Mmm, mmm. Not so much for Kyle. “Breath break!” cried the announcer. “Kyria, you may now leave the subject to his senses.” Kyria bent back on Kyle’s face before leaping off him. She turned around and slapped her butt for Kyle. “Hope you get a good wank out of that, fart boy. See you in the hallways!” Kyle watched Kyria’s ass as she sauntered out of the room; she was as confident and triumphant as a lioness. She was right about his masturbation habits. As much as it sickened him, he masturbated to every subject that took their turns dominating him. He had been a slave for Fruit of The Loom for 10 years. There wasn’t much else to whack off too-especially when every female that could have sex with you might also use you as a fart rag. “Kyle! Report to debriefing room,” shouted the announcer. Kyle got off his fart pedestal and slowly obeyed. It was chaos out in the hallway. Models of all shapes and sizes in the office. Some clothed some not. They noticed Kyle in the hallways. They laughed and derided him as he shyed away without eye contact. “Here comes fart boy!” they'd coo. “Next up is Sheila! Hope you like the plus size department!” “Is that a new bruise? I’ll kiss it for ya, for a favor!” FFLLLLAARRRTTTT! PPPOOOOOT! BBBLLLRRRRRBBBB! Farts rang out in the halls like a symphony. Kyle ran through upturned booties and buttcheeks to the door at the end of the hallway. It was like running through mustard gas. A pair of models grabbed him and sandwhich him between their asses. BBBBRRRAAAPPPPTTT! BBBLLLUUURRRRPPP! An office exchange between friends. Another pair. BBBBLLOOOORRTT! PRRRAAATTTT! It was their form of office weather talk. Kyle escaped once again, only to be blindsided by one of the plus sized models. She bent down and farted as the girls laughed. BBBBLLLLLAAARRRRBBBBBBBBTTTTT! Kyle rolled away, tears streaming down his face...both from embarrassment and disgust. He had had enough. Cautiously, he entered the debriefing room. The name was applicable for the room; hundreds of stained underwear were framed throughout the walls. Each of them detailed the success and failures of Fruit of The Loom’s experimentations. Kyle had strong memories of those undergarments...most of them brought shivers down his spine. Seated in her desk was president and CEO Macy Dudeu. At 35, she looked like the models she represented. Curvy and pretty, with striking blonde hair and bright, cold blue eyes. She was the host of this madhouse and Kyle always tried to be on her good side. Until today. “So Kyle, the usual results? Our team had a lot of hope in 234. Although, Kyria is one of our more experienced farters.” She smiled and said the words with such crassness; Kyle was reminded of a Bond villain. “Actually, M-mistress Macy,” Kyle started. Macy loved being addressed as mistress. “I-I… couldn't really smell anything. At all.” Kyle stood motionless as Macy raised an eyebrow. “You smelt nothing, is what your telling me?” Her voice was hopefully, but critical. Kyle had laid all his marbles on the table and he knew it. It was best to go with it. “Yes,” he said. “Hmmmm...are you didn’t knock yourself out? You were breathing this time, weren’t you?” asked Macy. Kyle remembered that old trick. Holding his breath from the gas. How pathetic that turned out to be. Afterwards, they powerhoused all the test subjects at once...all while flicking his testicles to make sure he was conscious. He wasn’t about to go down that road again. “Absolutely, Mistress Macy. I was only shaking because I was scared of Kyria...and her farts.” That part was easier. After all, it was the truth. Kyria’s farts literally scared him half to death, once resulting in a heart attack. Boy the stories Kyle could tell about this place to the BBB. Macy got up from her chair and stood over Kyle. She smiled, then eventually, plopped herself down on his lap. She played with his hair seductively. Kyle stood motionless; this wasn’t the first time she got frisky. She used it as a fear tactic, promising her farts were lethal and that no test subject has ever survived under her ass. Kyle wasn’t brave enough to test that theory. “Kyle, this is big...like, Sierra’s plus size buttcheeks big! If we have a breakthrough here, we can make national headlines! You’ll be a hero! I’ll even have you sporting the underwear in commercials! How does that sound?” Kyle was so stunned he couldn’t grin. “It-it, sounds great Mistress Macy!” he shouted. Kyle couldn't contain his excitement. Kyle was dismissed and returned to his bed cell. The butt hazing in the hallway didn’t haunt his dreams that night. For the first time in forever, he felt like a free man. When this was all over, I may summon the courage to ask one of these beauties out, Kyle thought. Kyle woke didn’t wake up in his cell. That was strange...was he...free? His excitement turned to disappointment. Then concern. He was back in Mistress Macy’s office. She was completely nude, save for some underwear she had on. Kyle opened his mouth to protest, but she sat on him instantaneously. BBBBLLLLLLLAAARRRRTTT! Kyle gagged as her fart air invaded his senses. She was not in a good mood. “5 million recalls Kyle! 5 MILLION!” PPPRRRRRUUUPPP! Kyle begged for mercy. Her butt stench was like nothing he had experienced before. It was like he could smell the anger in her ass. She punched his balls and he yelped. “You lying little shit! What do you have to say for yourself?!” She rose off Kyle, expecting an explanation. “Please, Mistress Macy!” Kyle yelled. “I just couldn’t take the farting anymore! I’ll do better I pro-” BBBRRRRRRUUUUUUUUTTTTT! Kyle took the fart full blast in his throat. Macy sat on his mouth, continuing to fill his cheeks to the brim with hers. BBBRRRAAATTTT! “You already made a promise to me, remember Kyle? Those pants were supposed to absorb farts. I am wearing them now. Do you smell a difference?” BBBRAATTT! POOOOOOOTTT! BBRBRBRBBBBTTT! Kyle coughed as he passed between the lines of consciousness. Macy could afford to buy more potent fruits, veggies, and meats...the smell echoed into her farts. Kyle could taste her grocery list from her ass. Kyle gasped as she got off his face. “But you are correct Kyle,” Macy continued. “You will do better. You just need a little...’pow-wow’ session with your co-workers. Get to know your peers on a personal level.” Kyle shuddered. Every word she just uttered sounded poisonous to the core. Macy spread her cheeks and farted long and deep for Kyle to hear. BBBRRRAAABBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPTTTSSSS! Kyle fainted the moment it hit his nose. Kyle woke, but he lay still. He knew his life wasn’t worth opening his eyes for. Fear tempted him to oblige. He squinted, closing his eyes when the bodies came close...and oh they were close. He saw the models around him. All of them were naked. All of them. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Bad idea. The room smelled like the ass end of an ass. They were warming up, crop dusting the room for starters. Some were stretching, doing squats, grunting and moaning with each movement. Kyle saw Kyria in the corner, doing heel touches. BBRRRRRppppppssssss. A small fart escaped her. No way it could pin itself up in that position. Another model slapped her ass and gave her encouragement. She turned around to thank her...then she saw me. My eyes couldn’t close any faster. Too late. I pretended to sleep, but she saw me...she saw me. I could feel her walk over. Then, I felt her. She sat her big booty on my lap, stomach growling. I shivered...she noticed. “Hey there fart rag.”she said seductively. Against my will, I could feel my dick rise against her naked butt. pppppppprrrrrrrrr….a silent fart from Kyria. I couldn’t help it, it was too strong. I let out small coughs. She giggled. “Go ahead and get your rest in. Your gunna need it. We decided we’re gonna have a slumber party; and you're our guest of honor.” BBBRRRAAATTTT! I managed to hold my breath under her fart. Kyria shifted up to my chest, rubbing her buttcheeks along my pecs. My breath became more limited under her weight. “It’s gonna be real fun, fart rag. We have lots of games to play! Guess the Fart, Who Farted, Who can hold their breath the longest…” Kyle began pissing himself. “...and we are gonna play them ALL NIGHT LONG.” Kyle whimpered as Kyria shifted her ass onto his face. “Hope you wake up soon, sweetie.” She challenged. “Hey girl! Get off him! We still aren’t done stretching,” shouted a model. “Do me a favor and get some baked beans from accounting, will ya? Oh and Janice says her slave is with his family, so we got the ball and gag for Kyle!” Kyria sighed and slightly rose her cheeks off Kyle’s face. “Alright, be right there!” she said. “See you in 15, fart boy.” BBBBRRRAAATT! That did it; Kyle couldn’t contain himself. He shrieked as every girl put their eyes on him. The girls pounced on him and the torture soon began. Kyle never smelled right again.
The Fart Sampler 2: Locker Room Specialty Kyle looked down the endless row of panty-clad asses before him. Being a 19 year old virgin, this conga line of line of booty would make him sprung for weeks. However, Kyle had been a Fruit of The Loom test dummy for almost a year now. He endured endless sniffing of womens asses. All women, all types of butts. Mistress Macy had him woken up at the crack of dawn, with farts. He was dragged from test chamber to test chamber, with farts echoing at him. Every meal he ate was in the company of models, who never forgot to grace his palate with a little gas as they passed by. Kyle wasn’t even allowed his own quarters anymore. After his last mishap, Mistress Macy had him sleep with the models- all of whom were eager to give him sound sniffing tips till the wee hours of the morning. Kyle couldn’t eat, sleep, or think without one of these monsters farting at him. He had become well versed with the female behind and frankly, he had grown quite literally sick of it. PPLLLLLLLAAARRRTTTT! Kyle hadn’t even noticed the first model plop on his face. That was how numb he was. He dutifully sniffed amidst his own gagging. The model rose off him to give him some talking room. “Result?” asked Mistress Macy over the speakerphone. She now personally presided over Kyle’s test sessions. He would no longer falsely declare an underwear “stink-free” under her watch. Not again. He wouldn’t dare. “Stink present!” declared Kyle with a sultry tone. Of course it was, it always was. Another model, larger in size took her place around his face. BBBBBBLLLLLAAARRRPPPTTT! This was going to be a long session… 65 test subjects later,(70 if you count the re-dos due to Kyle’s unconsciousness) Kyle was whisked out of the room. His head drooped as he approached his carrier. It was a large Indian women with a slight accent. “Alright, fart boy it’s my day. Get in and let’s mush!” Kyle never responded to the models. He learned it was better to keep quiet. He slowly put his head in her ass. He gagged as she tightened the reins around her cheeks. It was choking him thoroughly, as it was supposed to. “I find it strengthens the senses.” Mistress Destiny once told him to his face. “Bedsides, there is something great about a slave struggling against your ass with no-where to go.” That sentence rang true in his head as the women began walking down the corridor. PPPPPRRRAAAPPP! BRRAAAAAATTTTT! BBBLLLRRRBBBB! Every rustle from her cheeks produced a greasy fart. She had a unique scent to her asshole, as if she hadn’t showered recently. Kyle’s moans matched the farts as the women laughed at Kyle down the hallway. “Show em’ how a real women does it, Rimea!” “That’s it, make him feel it in his spine!” “Girl, let me smack that ass, make sure he’s still feeling it!” Kyle thought walking down the halls by himself was embarrassing. This was degrading to a new level. The insults and mockery came to a blur as a silent fart hazed into his brain. Shower time. One of the better times for Kyle. Despite his daily encounters with the stinkiest orifice, he was required to bathe once a day. Silly as the concept was, he still felt purified by the hot, clean water running down his face. Unfortunately, that peace came undone quickly. Once Kyle was done with his shower, the models dragged him over to theirs. Taste tests. That was what they called pushing Kyle’s tongue against their anus. To check if they cleaned them efficiently. PPLLLTTTSSHHHHHSTTSS! BBLLRBLLBBBSSSHH! Kyle was mercioulsly forced to eat every fart by a shower girl. Mistress Macy even popped down to see if her baths had done the job. Kyle was toweling off and decided to jack off afterwards. There was nothing else to do between then and bedtime. He needed something to get him through the night. Unfortunately, one of his all-time hated models interrupted his “me-time”. Kyria. Kyle stopped mid-stroke. He could feel her ass looming over him. BBBBLLLLRRRBBBBB! She giggled. “Get sniffing, fart boy. You know you want to.” Said Kyria, sexily taunting him. Kyle most certainly did NOT want to sniff her recently dropped fart-however, out of fear of what she would do, he put his face in her ass. Sniff! It smelt like eggs and her asshole had caked on shit. She hadn’t showered yet. Great. Kyle whimpered as she pushed his head deeper in her ass with a bubbly fart. BBBRRRAAAABBBBBTTT! Kyle sniffed again, hoping what he felt on his nose wasn't a turd she had “forgot” to drop in the toilet. “So who was it this time, Kyle? Was it meeeee?” asked Kyria, slowly gyrating her big, smooth, black cheeks. She was referring to Kyle’s masturbation fantasy...her movements almost made him continue. He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction though. He wasn’t a total animal. BBBLLLLLAARRTT! Kyle sniffed again, instinctively. Maybe he was more trained that he thought… “Listen Kyle, the girls here think it’s pretty gross how you fantasize about us...always jerking off when our backs are turned...we aren’t just objects, you know. You need to act more like a gentleman.” A braver Kyle would have told her they were using him as an object, she was using double standards, AND the fact then when their backs were turned it meant they were assaulting him with farts! Kyle just kept silent, slowly breathing on Kyria’s stinky, throbbing butthole. She continued. “Tell you what, if you want to use us like that,” said Kyria. “Then how about you use us right?” To Kyle’s surprise, she pulled him out of her ass and kneeled down to him, face to face. “5 farts Kyle. I fart on you five times and if you stay conscious, you get one good thrust in me. Deal?” Kyle had been offered this before. The models always cheated somehow. But Kyria was different. Kyle looked into her eyes as she gave him a coy smile. She had pride. She would deliver. Kyle’s fragile virgin mind had already been made up. 2 minutes later he was laying flat on bench with Kyria squatting above him. No shortage of models came to watch. Kyle had been publicly farted on, but not with stakes like this. He zoned out of the insults and farts spewn my way and focused on his breathing. Kyle needed to win this...for him. Kyria positioned her cheeks above his face. “Alright ladies, here’s the rules. 5 farts to win for one thrust in me! No breathing brakes and no thraught chokes for our delicate little fart sniffer. Everyone else, clench your cheeks! Fart boy is going to get enough down here!” She said, smacking her ass and spreading her cheeks above Kyle. The crowd burst into cheers as she slowly descended onto his face. Kyle gazed into her asshole as it flexed in and out. He gulped as his courage slowly. He felt her weight on his face. No light, no fresh air, and no hope. BBBBBLLLLAAARRPPPTTT! It had begun. Kyle gagged. Her first fart was that bad, as he expected. Kyria came here to win and she wasn’t playing around. She shifted weight on his face, rubbing it in, introducing her toy to the smell. Kyle braced myself as she moaned and pushed. PPLLLLRRRRTTSSHHTTSS! That was a violent wet fart! How did she do that without shower- unless. Kyle thrashed in horror, coming to the realization that Kyria had just sharted in his face. He felt her diarrhea ooze into his mouth. The crowd burst out laughing. “Guess she likes you Kyle!” shouted one girl. Kyle kept my strength. He knew they would cheat, but he just couldn’t lose! BBBBBBBBBRRRRRPPPPPPTTTTT! That was the loudest fart of them all. He lost his train of thought his head was so shook up. He could feel Kyria’s shards of shit drip out the sides of her ass. The crowd erupted into a fit of gasps, cheers, and taunts. They were getting quite a show. Kyle really wished he had their seats. BBBBBLLLRRRAAATTT! BBBOORRRTT! That was two farts, but being successive, they would count it as one. Kyle didn’t thrash anymore. He couldn’t; he was too weak...but he was still here. Kyle slowly stroked his cock to the shock of the crowd. “Give it to him Kyria!” “Yeah, blast him out of this universe!” Kyria slapped his hand off his penis and shifted all of herself towards his face. This was it. Her big finale. Kyle tensed up. It was over. Kyle humbly stroked himself, waiting for his reward. The girls pushed him, sat on him in protest. They gassed him and he almost passed out...almost. He wanted this tiny thrust...BADLY. Kyria bent over by a set of lockers; her legs were spread, she wore a frown on her face, and she rolled her fingers impatiently. “Let’s go, fartboy. We can’t wait all day for your incher to get hard!” Kyle smiled, his penis erect like the Eiffel tower. He put his hands around Kyria’s waist for support. She turned her head towards him. “ONE thrust fartboy. In my cooter. Anywhere else and I’ll snap your dick off between my cheeks.” PPPPRRAAATTT! The girls cat called Kyle as he coughed on her fart. Like he was going to stick his dick in her shit-ridden asshole anyway…. Kyle took a deep breath and pushed. It was in. She had a nice tight pussy. It got tighter and tighter the deeper he went. He wanted more, but he couldn’t cum! Wouldn’t that show Kyria and the girls! He retracted backwards, then forward..then back...then forward. Then he lost it. One thrust became ten before the girls ripped him from Kyria and were on top of him. He broke a cheekbone from that gassing session. Ironically enough, Kyle was bunking with Kyria’s group that night. As usually, they dogpiled on top of him, forming a mishmash of booty and farts on Kyle. Except for Kyria. She put her ass beside Kyle. “Nice work out here fart rag. I’ll admit, you got balls. Among other things.” She farted long and deep, mixing her butthole with the other stenches surrounding Kyle. To his surprise, she put her hand...on his cock! Then she stroked it. “How about that finisher you were so eager to get?” BBBLLLLAARRPPPTT! Amidst all the ass cheeks, Kyle managed to give her a smile. She smiled back, then sealed her ass among the butt-cage Kyle was surrounded in. He came to the smells of 5 model farts. However, he managed to finish to one of Kyria’s. BBBBLLLLAARRRRPPPPTTTTTTT! “MMMMMmmmm,” moaned Kyria. “Night fart boy.” Kyle sniffed and gave her right cheek a kiss. “Goodnight,” he whispered. Kyle drifted gently off to sleep. The last fart he heard was hers. BBBBBBBLLLLLLAAAAAPPPPTTT
The Fart Sampler 3: Kyria’s New Pillow Kyle sat in his designated fart chair, made by expert Fruit of the Loom engineers. It was weird. This company had given him many transgressions. Horrible hours. Bad pay. Not to mention the fact that he was being kept a fart slave in a desperate and ridiculous attempt to create a scentless pair of underwear designed to stop even the most potent of feminine odors. There was DEFINITELY that angle. On the other hand, the company provided him with a cushion to rest his head on during forced fart sessions. So that was nice. Kyle’s eyes widened as he saw his first test subject approach him. Kyria. Oh god, the history we have had recently, thought Kyle. She sauntered over to Kyle and presented her ample, luscious, butt. To Kyle’s surprise she wasn’t dressed in underwear. It was lingerie. “Like the new threads, fart boy? Mistress Macy has us trying out fart panties. I hope they catch on...it looks nice!” Kyle agreed with her. He watched as her dark skin buttocks loomed over him. The light pink fabric hugged her ass like a long lost friend. She slowly placed her cheeks amongst Kyle’s face. A perfect fit. Kyle could smell her butt fumes before she sat down. Those pants would definitely not perform as intended. BBBBRRRRRLLLBBTTT! No they did not. As Kyria’s eggy fart exploded on Kyle’s face he remembered the previous night with her. Her bare cheeks against his. The way she stroked his penis seemed to coincide with her farts. BBBBLLLTT! One, two three four-PPOOOOOTTT! One, two, three, four-PSSSHHHTTTTT! Simply magical. “Result?” Shouted the speaker. “wha-huh?” asked Kyle. He was so fixated he hadn’t realized Kyria had risen off him. “Result!” said Mistress Macy over the speaker. She had a tone of impatience about her. Kyle didn’t want to make HER angry. “Ummm, doesn't work!” he shouted. Kyria looked down at him and smiled. Kyle smiled back. They shared some odd connection now. Farter to fetishist...if that was what Kyle wanted to call it. It was a slow rest of the day. 55 more test subjects. Kyle despised their farts. He didn’t know why he made a connection with Kyria and her scent...it just sort of...happened. Kyle wasn’t even sure it was supposed to. Little did he know. “Fart sampler Kyle, head to Mistress Macy’s office immediately. Again, fart sampler Kyle, head to Mistress Macy’s office immediately.” Kyle had dread in his heart over the announcement. Seeing Mistress Macy was never good. He ran through the hallways strewn with models. They offered no encouraging support. “Fart boy is in trouble!” they laughed. One plus size stopped to shove his face down her backside. BBBBLLLLLLLLLAARRRTTT! “Little sneak preview for ya, hon!” The girls laughed as Kyle managed to escape her grasp. He panted down the hallway, out of breath, and not receiving the right kind of oxygen from his “co-workers”. Kyle entered Mistress Macy’s office, full of surprise. That was saying something, for a CEO with dirty fart panties hung on her walls. For starters, Mistress Macy was at her desk, naked. Seated on the other side of the room was Kyria-naked. Kyle began to shake. “You- you, um, asked to see me...Mistress Macy?” Mistress Macy flipped her long, blonde hair in a way that could only see menacing to a fart slave. It signaled she was ready for “action with no distraction”. “Kyle, your seat is over there.” said Mistress Macy gesturing. It was a strap on seat for slaves. Kyle sat down obediently. Like a slave. Kyria walked over and began strapping him in. “Kyle, Kyria and I have been noticing a slight...deposition over your work attitude.” said Macy. Kyle looked at her perplexed. She continued. “I heard about your little ‘contest’ with Kyria here. That was very bold, for a slave.” SNAP! Kyria tied the final strap around Kyle’s neck...along with his hands, legs, torso, and genital areas. She stood by Macy, still smirking, and her arms crossed. “Now, what you are going through is completely natural; I’ve seen it numerous times. However, I have never seen it fleshed out to this degree.” Macy nodded at Kyria. Kyria began to climb on top of Kyle; her booty was directly over his face. Kyle shuddered, both in delight and fear. Mistress Macy laughed. “Yup, you have booty love Kyle. Booty love for Kyria!” Her and Kyria began laughing. A small fart escaped Kyria’s ass: PPPRRAATT! “Go ahead, sniff away my fart rag.” Said Kyria. Before, that sentence would have brought utter contempt from Kyle. Now he was turned on beyond belief. Kyle brought his nose to her asshole as she gifted him another scent. BBBBBBLLLLAARRRBBBBT! “mmmm, bubbly!” said Kyria. Mistress Macy approached Kyle. “Indeed.” Kyle gasped as Mistress Macy began slowly stroking Kyle’s erect penis. “Don’t worry Kyle, get hard. We want you to. Booty love is very beneficial to your line of work. Just think, instead of smelling 50 different butts a day, you can smell just one you love.” PPPPRRRRLLLBBBBBBTTTT! Kyle dived into Kyria’s asshole, even licking it clean. “Ooh, I would say, VERY much love.” said Kyria, “Haha! Kyle I’m ticklish, stop!” BBRRRAAAATTT! Kyle sniffed her butt with a smile on his face; he was content to do whatever Kyria asked of him. Mistress Macy continued. “Kyle, if you desire it, we can train you to bond with Kyria’s ass. We could have Kyria try on different underwear instead of swapping out models. You could have her ass all to yourself.” BBBLLLLRRRABBBBBBTTTTTT! That was a strong one! Kyle gulped Kyria’s fumes like it was ice cream. He kissed her cheeks like they were giving off sunlight. “BUT,” added Mistress Macy. She suddenly grabbed on Kyle’s balls; Kyle yelped in pain. Kyria rose off Kyle’s face, bringing him to meet Mistress Macy’s gaze. “Kyle, you ONLY get her ass. And you will have to live with it. Day in and day out. She needs to fart at three in the morning, you are there to sniff. Do we understand each other?” Kyle didn’t even weigh the decision. He hated having to smell a hundred different asses a day. Kyria and him were tight. She wouldn’t abuse him. He could have a better life with her. Kyle nodded his head and licked Kyria’s buttcheek like an obediant dog. Mistress Macy smiled. “Good. Now Kyria, sit down nice and tight, no wiggle room. We have to give him a good connection with your ass.” Kyria sat down and tightened Kyle’s neck strap. “Pucker up fart boy!” Kyle actually pursed his lips against her asshole. He was in love with her soooo much! BBBBLLLLLLAAARRRRRTTT! Kyria sighed as she rubbed herself to Kyle’s squirming and sniffing. Mistress Macy slowly rubbed his cock through the whole fart session. BBBBLLLLAAARRRTTT! “Hold your nose open Kyle, that was a good one.” Said Macy. PPPPRRRAAATTTT! “Her ass is getting sweaty, lick that up!” BBBBBBBBRRBRBRBBLBBRBBRBB! “That’s right Kyle, suck that one up...I’m not touching your dick till you sniff all your dinner.” The “initiation” went on for another 15 minutes. Kyle was at a breaking point. “Alright Kyria, finish him off. I got some office stuff to do. Get ready to sniff, Kyle!” Kyle tensed himself as Kyria grunted and pushed her butthole against him. “Three...two...one!” Kyria unleashed a monstrous fart on Kyle’s face. PPPPPRRRRAAAAAABBBBBBBTTTTTTLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTSBBBBBBBBBRBRRBRBTTTTTT! The whole thing lasted 15 seconds. Mistress Macy didn’t even have to touch Kyle’s dick. He came for a whole 10 seconds after the fact. Kyle figured he must have passed out in Kyria’s ass. He awoke in her quarters. She was taking a shower. Kyle went over his successes today. He was no longer going to be some fart rag to be passed around! Yes, he was a slave...but he was Kyria’s slave, and that’s how he liked it. She walked in, still wet from her shower and hugged him. PPPFFFFTTTT! A small wet fart squeezed out of her. Kyle giggled and sniffed. “Mmmm, hope you like it fart boy. It’s going to be like that for a while.” She toweled off and jumped into bed beside him. She turned over and smacked her big black booty. Kyle dug his face inside. She laughed. “No Kyle, not tonight! I need a cuddle buddy not a fart pillow. Spoon this butt, boy!” Kyle cuddled in next to her. “Sorry, force of habit.” He noted. God he loved Kyria’s butt this way. She was a plus size model with a butt to match. His dick felt like an ant next to King Kong. PPPPLLLLAARRT! Apparently, King Kong liked talking down to the lesser folk. “mmmm, good night my little fart pillow.” Kyle grabbed her booty and slowly kneaded it between his fingers. “Good night, Mistress Kyria.” A strong, silent fart from Kyria lulled Kyle off to sleep.
The Fart Sampler 4: The Pink Slip Kyle watched Kyria’s big black booty gyrate above him. She was struggling to put the new pair of undies on. “Can I get a helping hand here Kyle?” She asked so sweetly. Kyle blushed. Kyria never used to talk to a fart sampler like this...or to him for that matter. However, circumstances allowed for him and Kyria to become best of friends. Kyria got to fart on people, Kyle got to get off to her ass, and Fruit of The Loom got their test results for the perfect pair of underwear. Everybody won. Kyle tugged at her undies and gave her a reassuring smack. She was considered a plus size model, but her ass was triple XL. Thick, juicy, dark meat. Just the way Kyle liked it. She giggled and gently lowered her ass onto Kyle’s face. His favorite part of the day. Smell testing. BBBLLLLLLLBBBTTT! The fart roared out Kyria’s ass onto Kyle’s face. She sensually ran a finger across his legs. “Little sample for tonight.” She cooed. Kyle smiled and tried to focus on the task at hand. He sniffed long and deep...but something was wrong. “Result?” the announcer asked. Kyle took two or three long breaths to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. “Umm...inconclusive.” Kyle muttered. Kyria rose slightly off of Kyle. “You want a safety fart, hon?” she said smiling. She knew there were some farts that Kyle loved to re-visit with her. “Um, yes please.” said Kyle. Kyria pressed her ass firmly against Kyle’s nose. “Now make sure you get this one Kyle; this still IS a job, ya know.” She shifted and gave a big grunt. Kyle felt her asshole press against his face. BBBBBBLLLLTTTTTTTTTTSSSHHHH! That was definitely a fart! Kyle’s nose tingled from the vibrations and he could feel the ass juice stained across the underwear! But there was no doubt. This pair of underwear was blocking the smell. Kyle didn’t smell a thing. “Ummm….no...no scent detected.” Kyle said. Kyria rose off of him. She had a look as surprised as Kyle. “What?! Kyle, there must be a mistake. Here, let me just try this again…” Kyria slammed her butt on Kyle’s face. “Ouch! Kyria, I’m sure, I-” BBBLLLLLLAATTT! “*cough* Kyria, I smelt noth-” PPPRRLLLLLTTTT! “Kyria, what are you-” BBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOPPP! “SSSHHH! Be quiet Kyle, or they’ll-” before Kyria could finish her sentence, there was an announcement over the speakers. “Would fart sampler Kyle and fart distributor Kyria please head to Mistress Macy’s office.” Kyria gasped; Kyle didn’t know if it was out of excitement or worry. Kyle was told to wait outside Mistress Macy’s office. Kyria went inside and began to argue with her. Kyle couldn’t make any of it out; he didn’t know what the big deal was. He was “hired” by Fruit of The Loom to find underwear with no smell! Kyle recalled fart after fart he had to endure, each ass worse than the next. The image of the female butthole had been stamped into his mind to the point of insanity. Kyle could recall nights where he couldn’t sleep because he dreamt one of those butts would finally suffocate him to death! But now...now things were different. He had climbed the ladder and even found peace with this torture. Kyle imagined all the models congratulating him on finding the holy grail of underwear. They would all apologize for sitting on him and de-masculating him and basically making his life a stinky, living hell. Then him and Kyria would run off together where they could smell and fart for the rest of their lives...except Kyria was agitated...what was wrong? Kyle was finally let in. Mistress Macy was wearing the underwear with nothing else on. He tried to hide his rising boner in front of Kyria. “Kyle, mind if I have a crack?...or if you do, rather?” Kyle fully realized her pun as she ran a finger across her undied cheek. Kyle proudly walked over and stuck his face in her rear. She stuffed his face further. BBBBBLLLLLRRRRAAAAPPPPBBBBTTTTTTTT! It was a long one; she really wanted to make sure. “Well?” asked Mistress Macy. “Not a thing ma'am. Just fabric.” Mistress Macy released her grip from Kyle. Kyle glanced at a not too happy Kriya across the room. “Kyle, I feel it to be honorable to be honest with you.” Mistress Macy took off the underwear and gently tied it around Kyle’s mouth. Kyle was slightly turned on...but still concerned. “Kyle, I never really expected our team to make this underwear. This is a true miracle of engineering. Your discovery will soon make a lot of women happy...and let’s not forget all the slaves who will sleep better under their mistresses.” Kyle removed his hand from his wiener...he couldn’t help it. Kyria was sexy but Mistress Macy had that irresistible charm to her...as scary as it was. Kyle allowed her to gently lower him to the floor. He slowly stroked his member as Mistress Macy began to sit her plump white booty on Kyle’s face. BBBBRRRRAAAAAAPPPPTTT! Mistress Macy had some intense farts but Kyle sniffed. Must be a reward session, he thought. Kyle worked up the courage to slap her butt. Mistress Macy responded with a bassy fart. BBBBBRRRROOOMMMPPPP! Kyle winced as her cheeks vibrated against his skull. This fart teasing was like cocaine; very damaging, but he loved every second of it. “That’s right Kyle, suck it all up...these will be the last farts you will ever smell.” Mistress Macy leaned her full weight on Kyle. PPPPPLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBBBTTTT! Kyle sputtered into a coughing fit. These farts were too fierce. Something was wrong. “You see Kyle, we thank you for your efforts here. However, we can’t exactly release you. If anyone was to discover how we got these underwear to perfection...well, let’s just say that Fruit of The Loom would go...belly up.” Mistress Macy patted her stomach for emphasis. It gurgled and bubbled in response. Something big was coming Kyle’s way. Kyle shook and cried for help. It came out as muffled cries under Mistress Macy’s enormous ass. “Shhh, calm yourself Kyle,” said Mistress Macy. She leaned back and a SBD slowly rolled out her ass into Kyle’s mouth. His eyes rolled back as the taste permanently ingrained itself in his mouth. “We won’t send you off without a proper goodbye. Miss Kyria?” Kyle watched as Mistress Macy rose slightly off of Kyle’s face. He watched a defeated Kyria walk over towards him. She bent down and pointed her ass near Kyle’s face. PPPLLLLLrrrrrrrrr...the fart sounded sad coming from her butt. “I’m sorry Kyle. I wished this could have worked out...I’m going to ride you like a bull..just like I told you I would.” Kyle watched her crawl towards his legs. “NOO-” he shouted, right before Mistress Macy slammed her butt right on his face. “Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be dear. Don’t worry, I’ll even wait to you climax.” Said Mistress Macy, adjusting her butt flaps for maximum anus exposure. Kyle looked at her asshole pulsing in and out. He would live by the ass and he would die by it. Just like his dreams. Kyria didn’t lie. Kyle panted as she slammed her butt down on his cock again and again. She really knew what she was doing. Kyle felt the entire length of his penis disappear in her ass. BBBBRRRRRRBBBBTTTT! Then she shook her ass around in circles while Kyle’s cock was wedged inside. PPPPPPRRRRRAAAAATTT! Kyle tried to focus on Kyria’s ass, not the one in front of him. God he loved that butt. The way she rode up and down, in and out. She taunted him with moans and shrieks. PPPPPPRRRRRRRTTTT! Sticking his dick in one inch at a time...then slamming it in full force. RRRRAAABBTT! She dangled her butt slightly out of Kyle’s reach. He couldn’t see it, but he knew it was hovering there, sexily shaking above him. BBBBBRRRRRAAAAAALLLLBBBBTTT! Kyle was losing consciousness but he wanted Kyria...he wanted her and her ass. With much difficulty he stuck his dick up to penetrate her. FFRRRRRAAAAATTT! It was a lot of effort but Kyria played along very sexily. She farted at his penis every time he stuck it up. Such a cute gesture. RRRRRRRAAAAAPPPPPTTTT! Mistress Macy’s farts were too strong. Kyle went into seizures. BBBBLLLLOOOT! Kyle could see a light...that, and the expansion of Mistress Macy’s anus. “I love you Kyle.” It was Kyria’s voice. He didn't know if he imagined it or she said it. But it warmed his heart. Kyle felt her anus wrap around his erect penis like a warm blanket. There wasn’t even any thrusting involved. She just sat on his penis and Kyle came like he never had came before. In the end, he died under Mistress Macy’s ass; but in his heart, he died under Kyria’s loving booty cheeks. |
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