By: ohdurr
The bell attached to the front door tinkled lightly as a young man pushed through the door of EF Massage Parlor. The lobby was dim and hushed; the air smelled sweet and a little dusty. A single female clerk, who had been lounging behind a counter reading a fashion magazine, immediately straightened her spine and looked at the customer expectantly. "Hello, sir, can I help you?" she said with a practiced smile.
"Um... I think I'd like to have a massage?" the customer said awkwardly.
"You think? Have you been to our place before, sir?" the clerk asked with an amused smile, but her eyes were slightly mocking. The young man flushed. "I'm new to this kind of thing. It's my first time coming to this sort of place. So, can I get a regular massage or whatever it is guys come to a massage place for? I'll take your suggestion.." he said stiffly.
“Hey man, I’m just teasing you. No judgment here! This is your first time, huh? How’d you hear about us? Our services aren't well-known." The clerk asked, trying to gauge if he truly knew what they offered.
"Uhhhhh. I googled a bunch of places. And you guys had great reviews. Plus it was the closest to my apartment..." He said awkwardly.
The clerk’s face fell. “I would recommend going to another place if you want a regular massage. We don’t usually offer massages to people who weren’t recommended by a past patron.” The clerk said.
"Is it like, a membership style thing?” The customer said, pulling out his wallet. “Because if so, I can pay.” He said, pulling out five $100 bills.
The clerk paused, glancing at the bills. Her face showed indecision before she spoke.
“I’ll be right back.” She said, and she stepped into the back for a brief conversation.
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“Nadine! I got an interesting one for you!” The clerk said as she walked into the back room, which served as a staff lounge and prep area for the ladies.
A short, voluptuous woman with short curly hair wearing a mint green silk robe turned and looked at the clerk, her expression nonchalant.
“‘Interesting’ is all we get here, Piper,” she said, rolling her eyes.
Nadine had been a working girl at the parlor for nearly a year. She was originally from Puerto Rico but had moved to Florida for college and ended up dropping out and turning to… whatever you would call this to help her brother support their parents. Nadine never quite understood why guys liked the things that she did, but as long as they paid well, she was game.
“Yes, I know! This one is interesting though. He just showed up at the door and tried to book a massage like it was any other spa. I don’t think he knows what he is asking for, Nadine.” Piper said.
Nadine chuckled, amused.
"Did you tell him to scram? That we don't do 'massages'?" Nadine asked.
"Yes... And then he flaunted $500 at me, saying he'd pay."
"Well, it's his funeral." Nadine laughed, standing up. "If he’s paying that much, why don’t we give him the special?” she asked with a wry smile.
Piper looked at her cautiously. "The special, Nadine?" She said nervously. "He said a massage, not that he wanted to be gassed out!” Piper exclaimed.
Nadine just shrugged.
"Well, why not?" She replied with a shrug.
"We can't take a risk like that," Piper said firmly. "What if he tells someone? Or the police?” she hissed, trying to keep her voice quiet so the young man at the front desk couldn’t hear.
Nadine laughed. "Then we’ll make up some reason to keep him quiet. How about… ‘We’ll tell the police you asked for this, and paid us extra to do it!’ or something."
Piper bit her lip and looked at Nadine. She sighed heavily, but nodded.
"Fine, fine! You are a bad influence!" Piper said, pointing at Nadine accusingly. "Let's go out there before he changes his mind.” She said.
The two walked out to the lobby area to meet their newest client, who was tapping his foot and glancing at the door.
Nadine sized the customer up, taking in his build, nervousness, and appearance. He was taller than average, but skinny. His blonde hair was wavy and well-groomed, and he dressed like a student who just came from class. Nadine smiled, deciding he could be handsome if he were more muscular, and not as nervous.
"Hi there!" Nadine said, holding her hand out to greet the nervous customer. He looked up, and then immediately averted his eyes from her cleavage, which was prominently displayed.
Nadine looked at her co-worker and chuckled to herself, amused by his awkwardness.
"My name is Nadine. Piper told me this is your first time with us?" She said, shaking the customer's hand, and then holding it gently. He had a nice firm handshake.
"Yeah." the customer said, swallowing hard. "It's my first time anywhere like this, really..."
Nadine just nodded and smiled.
"That's ok," she said. "First times can be awkward, but you're in good hands." She said reassuringly.
Nadine kept a hold of the young man's hand and gently walked him down the hall. The hallway had doors lining both sides, leading to the individual rooms where their services were provided. "What's your name?" She asked.
The man looked up at the back of Nadine's head. “Tommy. Well, my actual name is Thomas, but everyone calls me Tommy."
"Thomas?" Nadine repeated. She opened a door to her left and gestured for him to go inside. She followed behind, shutting the door with her hip.
The room was small, with a massage table, and a cabinet filled with oils, towels, and various other accoutrement.
"It's nice to meet you, Thomas," Nadine said as she locked the door behind her, turning around.
"Please, just Tommy," Thomas said nervously. "I uh... don't like being called Thomas," he said, fidgeting.
Nadine smirked to herself as she pulled open one of the drawers of the cabinet, and started to take things out of it. "No problem, Tommy. Why don't you start getting undressed and laid out on the massage table for me?" she asked.
"Sure." He said nervously, turning his back to the curvy Latina while he took off his shirt. Nadine smiled, amused by his awkwardness, and went over to a stereo and began to play some smooth, relaxing music.
"Ok, I'm ready," he said. Tommy was now on the massage table, lying on his stomach and covered only with a towel over his lower back and butt.
Nadine picked up a bottle of oil from the counter.
"Okay, Thomas... er, Tommy. Sorry," She said, and walked over to the massage table, drizzling some oil in her hands. Nadine rubbed her hands together to warm up the oil, then began to rub the back of the nervous customer's neck and shoulders.
"Aahh," He said, closing his eyes. "This is nice. You have soft hands. This is great." he said.
"I'm glad you think so," she replied. "But just you wait, things will get much better soon," she said. Nadine ran her hands up Tommy's neck to his head and started massaging his scalp while applying a little pressure to his head. Tommy moaned a little at the pressure and the way she ran her fingers through his hair, which caused a small smirk to spread on Nadine's face.
After massaging Tommy's scalp for a few minutes, Nadine moved her hands back down to Tommy's shoulders. She ran her hands up and down Tommy's back and shoulders for a few moments before speaking again. "Thomas?" She asked quietly.
"Hmmm?" He said sleepily. "Yes?" he asked.
Nadine just giggled at his drowsy tone. “I want you to just relax and take a deep breath in, okay? And keep your eyes shut," she said in a hushed, soothing voice. Tommy nodded sleepily in assent and breathed in deeply.
"Good, good... " She cooed, and she placed her oiled-up hands on the top of his back. "Now let the breath out... Slowly, slowly, good, that's a good boy. Keep taking nice, deep, breaths." She said soothingly, moving her hands in little circles around his upper back.
Her stomach bubbled with anticipation. She was focusing on his breaths, waiting for the perfect time to strike. In. Out. In. Out.
In. Nadine removed her hands from his back. She slowly walked from the left of the table to the right and positioned her ass so that it was facing his head.
Out. Nadine began to drop down slowly until her plump rear was hovering right above the back of Thomas' head. Nadine took a deep breath of her own, hiked up her robe, then released her first fart.
ppppfpppt!
The hot, gassy cloud shot straight onto his scalp. It smelled faintly sweet but mostly sour, like spoiled milk mixed in with rotten fruit.
"Aghh, uhh, wha-what is thaa-" He said, coming to and turning to see what just happened.
Nadine, who was now hovering over Tommy, lowered her body down onto the left side of his face and cut him off before he could get his bearings.
ppprrrrrRRRRRrrrrRt!
Tommy's face was engulfed in a stink bomb. It was rancid. His eyes watered, and his nose began to burn. His mouth was wide open from the shock and it filled with her gas. He gagged as the stink of the fart invaded his mouth and nose, making his eyes water and burn. His nostrils flared as they were forced to inhale her fart directly, and he choked as her gassy fumes invaded his mouth and throat. He coughed, gasping for breath, and tried to lift his head away from the Latinas pudgy butt, but she pressed down with her body and held his head in place on his side.
"MMMPH! MMMPHHH!!" he said, trying to shout or yell for help, but his cries were muffled. Tommy grabbed at Nadine's ass and hips and tried to lift her off his face, but his grip was too weak and he couldn't find purchase with her body. Nadine was giggling while Tommy was struggling against her, and her stomach bubbled with another fart, waiting for the moment to release it. She watched in amusement as he coughed and tried to cry out again, only for his cries to be cut off by a sudden burst of gas escaping her asshole.
pFFFFrrrrrrt!!
It shot right out into Tommy's gasping mouth, the rotten fumes stinging his throat and coating his tongue in its sickening flavor. Tommy groaned and shook his head from side to side, trying desperately to escape, but Nadine was unrelenting, laughing at his plight and the look on his face. His cheeks were red from exertion and embarrassment as he tried to escape the woman who was torturing him with her sour, toxic farts. Nadine giggled. She decided it was time to release Tommy from her clutches. She stood up from the table, leaving Tommy coughing and hacking in her wake. She turned to look at Tommy, who was staring at her with a horrified look on his face, gasping for breath.
"Why the fuck did you do that?!" he asked hoarsely, coughing between every word.
Nadine shrugged. “It’s what you paid for,” she replied calmly, pulling down her robe back over her fat ass. She sauntered over to the massage table and looked down at Tommy with a smile on her face. "It's called an 'erotic farting massage,' silly. Isn't it fun?" she asked innocently, grinning wickedly at him.
"Wha-what?" He asked in disbelief, and his face reddened with a combination of anger, embarrassment, and frustration.
"Erotic farting massage." She said, smirking, her hands on her hips. “Like our name. ‘EF Massage Parlor’? The E-F stands for Erotic Farting. You should have done some research, huh?" She said.
"So... you do that with every customer? That's what they pay for?" Tommy asked.
Nadine smiled sweetly at Tommy, as though she wasn't torturing him mere moments before.
"Well, not as much as you did, Thomas! But, yes. We don't offer regular massages here, but we offer these kinds of massages instead, as our main service." Nadine explained.
"So when I came in asking for a regular massage..." he asked slowly.
"Yeah, Piper tried to warn you, silly." Nadine laughed. "We were just gonna kick you out until you flashed all that cash. Figured it might as well be worth our while to take care of you, huh? If you're so eager to be my little fart rag, anyway!" She teased.
"What? I-I wasn't trying to be that! I just wanted a massage, and I looked you guys up, and, and, it wasn't on the site that you did stuff like that. I would have never come here!" he said angrily, sitting up on the massage table.
Nadine pouted.
"Well, then I guess it was fate! Maybe you'll enjoy this more than you think you will. It can't hurt to give it another shot, right?"
"It definitely hurts when I try to breathe!" he exclaimed, and coughed again, the scent of her ass lingering in the room and still burning his nostrils. Nadine just smiled.
"I think I can get you to change your tune," Nadine said. She moved forward towards the massage table. Tommy tried to jump away, but Nadine grabbed the towel covering him and tore it off of the massage table before he could escape. His hands instinctively moved to cover his exposed crotch, which Nadine used to pounce. Nadine pushed him backward on the table and hopped on top of him, sitting on his lap with her ass right on top of his soft penis. He let out a squeal at the feeling of his privates being covered, but his protestations were quickly silenced when Nadine released a rancid fart that blew directly onto his dick.
PPPPRRPPPRRRPPPPFFFFRRRRRPPPT!!
The vibration and heat of the fart on Tommy's lap was too much for the poor young man to handle. He moaned loudly as the fart rumbled onto his penis, and he began to involuntarily get erect. Nadine noticed the movement in his crotch, and chuckled to herself, smiling at Tommy.
"Hmm, well isn't this a nice development? I guess you really enjoyed my gas that much? That's cute," Nadine cooed.
"You're... You're such a fucking bitch..." Tommy groaned out, and Nadine laughed loudly.
"Maybe. But you're still hard, baby," she said and began to grind her hips back and forth, rubbing her ass and ass-cheeks across Tommy's now-erect dick. Nadine giggled.
"Ohhhh," He moaned softly, as his dick began to harden even further under her grinding and the pressure of her ass on his crotch. Nadine continued to rub her ass back and forth over Tommy's erection, giggling at his obvious discomfort. After a few moments of Nadine's torture, she decided it was time to really torment the man.
"Hey, Tommy," She said, looking at him. His cheeks were flushed, and his face was full of frustration, humiliation, and arousal.
"Yes?" He replied weakly.
"Are you ready to get outta here?” she asked sweetly.
"Y-Yes... Please. I wanna go." Tommy said.
"Alright, sweetie, I think I can let you go… If you can do one last thing for me.” Nadine said with a grin.
Tommy looked at Nadine nervously, waiting for her to reveal her trick. Nadine just giggled, amused at the man's distress.
"What is it?" he asked, suspicious.
"All you have to do," She began, moving up off his dick, "Is just say 'yes'"
"Yes...?" He said, his eyes filled with confusion. Nadine grinned widely.
"Exactly! Just 5 more times and then I'll let you go," she said, her eyes gleaming wickedly.
"W-What? That's it? 5 more times of yes? Sure. I'll do it," Tommy replied.
"Well, in response to my questions, of course! Not just 5 yeses in a row!" she laughed, her eyes glimmering in delight. She paused, staring down at the helpless Tommy, her smile widening.
"And if one more word comes out of your mouth that isn't a 'yes', I think you'll find that the $500 you paid us is enough for 2 or 3 more hours in this room with me," she said sweetly, and Tommy's face paled at her threat.
"Now," she said, standing up from Tommy's crotch, making his cock twitch from the sudden release of pressure on his crotch. "Question one: did you like my farts, Tommy?" she said with a teasing tone, as Tommy tried to turn away from her, avoiding her eyes.
"Yes," he said quietly, blushing furiously. Nadine just giggled and reached down and pinched his cheek affectionately.
"Aww, don't be like that. It's nothing to be ashamed of!" She said. "You're among friends here!"
Tommy looked away again, clearly uncomfortable with the situation and Nadine's words. "Well, question two then. Did you like my farts on your cock, Tommy?"
"Y-Yes."
"How about the feeling of my ass grinding against your lap, hmm? You got hard because of that too, huh?"
"...yes," Tommy whispered, blushing even further, if that was even possible. Nadine chuckled to herself.
"Just 2 more questions left, Tommy! We're almost there!" Nadine said, walking over to the cabinet. She grabbed a ring gag and held it up, so Tommy could see what it was. His eyes went wide and his face filled with dread at the sight of it.
"Question number 4: Can I put this ring gag in your mouth, Tommy?" She said, grinning widely, but her eyes were cold and hard. Tommy looked at the gag nervously, then at the curvy Latina holding it, and then back to the gag. He took a deep breath.
"...Yes," he said, swallowing nervously.
Nadine walked over, smiling, and held Tommy's mouth open with one hand while she slowly placed the ring gag in his mouth. Nadine pulled on the straps of the gag, making sure they were nice and tight around Tommy's head. Tommy grunted in discomfort at the gag's tightness.
"Well, only one more question, and you're free!" Nadine said. She paused for dramatic effect.
"Question five: Can I fart directly into your mouth?" Nadine said with a grin, and Tommy's eyes widened, horrified. His heart was beating faster, his adrenaline rising at her final request. He was mortified and his body was fighting back against his brain, telling him to run. He sat in shock for a moment, as Nadine stared at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.
"I'll take your silence as the last 'yes,'" she said finally. Tommy closed his eyes in dread.
Nadine smiled wickedly. She reached around her back and untied the sash that held her robe closed. The silky smooth robe dropped off her body and landed in a heap on the floor.
Tommy's eyes flew open and he let out a strangled gasp as he took in the sight before him. Nadine was naked now, standing at the foot of the massage table. Tommy could see every curve of her voluptuous body, the roundness of her hips and thighs, the fullness of her ass, the sight of which made Tommy's breath quicken in anticipation and fear. Tommy tried to stammer a protest, but it came out muffled and distorted from the ring gag. Nadine just giggled as she saw him trying to speak, and walked closer to the side of the table, lifting her ass in front of his face.
"Shhhhh," she whispered, reaching down to her ass. Nadine used both hands to pull her ass cheeks apart. "Don't say another word," she said as she leaned her ass down towards his forcibly open mouth, sealing it around her puckering asshole. Nadine let go of her ass cheeks, which landed on Tommy's nose with a soft slap.
“I know you can’t breathe right now, so let’s get you some air!” She giggled, and Tommy's eyes widened as he realized what she meant.
PRBRFFFFOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!!!
The longest, nastiest, airiest fart of the day ripped straight out of her ass into Tommy's gagged mouth and down into his lungs. He began to gag on her toxic fart, which filled his throat with its rotten, sour smell and his lungs with its putrid heat. He began to choke and sputter on the hot, thick, rancid fart as Nadine resumed her rocking, pressing down on his face even harder. Tommy's vision was already blurring and his lungs felt like they were on fire from the effort to expel her gas. Nadine glanced back at his face with a grin, seeing his eyes glaze over in agony and his body start to shake from the lack of oxygen.
Nadine ran her fingers through Tommy's hair, scratching his head gently.
“Next time, Tommy, do better research next time you pick out a place to get a massage," she said softly as she hopped off of Tommy, giggling at his massive gasps of breaths, coughs, and gasps. Tommy looked at the woman in disgust as he hacked and coughed on the gas. Nadine just laughed at his obvious displeasure and put back on her robe.
"Enjoy the rest of your night, Thomas!" she said with a wink. She left the room, shutting the door behind her.
Tommy took another deep breath and coughed a few more times as the taste and smell of the fart began to dissipate from his mouth.
Tommy would never end up getting a massage again, even when he and his fiancé went to a resort for their honeymoon; She wanted a couple’s massage, he had a panic attack.
A deep-rooted fear of spas, massage parlors, and, most humorously, farts, would plague the poor young man for the rest of his life. He'd have nightmares about his experience with Nadine and her farts for many years to come. But even in his worst dreams and nightmares, he'd always wake up with the most confusing boner of his life.
He’d wonder if it was a kink of his, to be sat on, but when they tried facesitting, he hyperventilated. Fine by her, she was never a domme anyway.
All the while, Nadine would forever wish for Tommy to come back—or at least someone else unwilling like him. She loved the way they would struggle and cry out as her farts filled their lungs. It gave her the most satisfying rush to control their breathing.
Did that make her cruel? Probably.
Did she care? Definitely not.