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Worse than Coal
Author: Closet Fetishist

Written: December 25th, 2007


I woke up suddenly, hearing a clatter from downstairs. It must be him, I thought to myself. I closed my eyes, trying to go back to sleep when I suddenly hear my room door open. I faced the door and there stood an extremely hot woman in a red Santa suit.

"Santa?" I asked.

"Close, I 'm Mrs. Claus," she spoke in a very soft and sensual voice. It made me excited, even at that age.

"Mrs. Claus?! Aren 't you supposed to be old?"

"Old...I...oh...you must mean Sandy 's ex."

"Ex?"

"Yeah, his first wife. I wanted to get out the new Christmas book this year but my publisher fell through. Next year, though, you 'll read about Santa and his new wife, me."

"...Uh...so what are you doing here?"

"Well, kid, Santa told me to come here and give you your gift personally."

"Yeah?" I asked, excited.

"Yeah. You 've been naughty for a number of years now and you 've gotten your coal for it but this year, the big guy had something else in mind."

"What 's that?"

I sat up as she closed and locked the door behind her and walked towards my bed. She pushed me back into a lying down position and grabbed my wrists as she got on the bed.

"What are you doing?!" I yelled

She didn 't respond. She just took one hand, holding my wrists with the other, and pulled down her red pants, revealing her white panties. I got hard immediately, at least until she sat her gorgeous ass on my face. I kicked around, trying to get out from under her but all her weight was too much for me.

"There now, isn 't this nice? I 'd think this would be a gift to desire not fear, don 't you?" A gorgeous woman, sitting on your face? Sounds like a great time."

She grunted a bit and leaned forward before blowing a huge fart in my face. PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAPPP!

"Ahhhhh! And there 's that too, now sniff my fart!"

I didn 't have much choice as I took in the noxious fumes and still tried to fight to get free.

"It would be a lot easier if you didn 't fight, boy."

BRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP! She sighed in relief as she laughed, sensually. This fart was worse than the last, as I started to feel lightheaded.

"Hey, we 're not done yet boy," she said, as she rose her ass off my face, allowing to me get some air. I tried to take this chance to get away but her legs still straddled my chest.

"You 're not going anywhere, kid! You 're gonna stay here and sniff my farts until I leave, okay? Good!" she yelled as she replaced her ass in my face. Without a word or a sound, hot air rushed up my nose.

"Oh, god, make sure you sniff all of that one, that one felt nasty coming out."

She took a hand and placed it behind my head and pressed me farther up her stinky ass. After holding me there for a good minute she threw my head back to my pillow and allowed me to breathe again.

"What 's the point of all this!?" I yelled, breathlessly.

"Well, hopefully, this will teach you not to be a naughty boy anymore or else I 'll be here every year blowing farts up your nose. Worse ones too."

"They can get worse?"

Mrs. Santa was not amused by this; she quickly glared down at me and pulled down her panties, exposing her perfect, bare ass to my face. She spread her cheeks wide and came down on my face. I pleaded with her to stop as her ass cavern slowly closed around me. The smell right up against her asshole was otherworldly, like nothing I had ever experiences before, nor wanted to experience ever. I was immediately choking from the stench.

"Oh, poor naughty boy needs to breathe? How inconsiderate of me," She said, grunting just before PRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

A huge fart rushed up my nostrils and stayed there until I sniffed every bit of its terribleness. Within another few seconds, BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOTTTTTT! Another large fart entered my nasal passages as the sadistic wife of Kris Kringle laughed manically. She farted at least once more as I started to fade.

"Merry Christmas, fart boy," she said, and that was the last thing I heard her say.

 

"Hey, kiddo, wake up, it 's Christmas."

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and saw my dad standing over me. "Huh...wha?"

"It 's Christmas! I think Santa left you a gift."

"Yeah...it 's probably coal again."

"It could be but even if it is, your mom and I still got you some stuff so don 't worry."

"Thanks dad."

"Sure thing, now hurry up."

I walked down the stairs and saw the small pile of gifts sitting there under the tree and one in very distinct packaging. I was in no hurry to open it but I figured why not get it over with. I took a position in front of the gift, sitting on my knees. I popped off the lid of the gift box and found...nothing. The box was empty. I was just about to move to the next box when a terrible odor hit me and before I knew it I passed out, head first into the fart filled box.

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