Rubber, Lycra, Mess & Face Sits

If it's humiliating, I probably love it. Face sitting, pies, rubber, bulges, bums, bears, sissy, muscles & suits. If you see me, please put my face in the nearest bum, bulge or pie.

[secretdirtygirl]

Just need an older man who wants to make me lick his ass while he farts in my face

[icanbeliveitsnotbutter]

[sparte75]

[fartcushion]

“That’s it, Fart Face, look at the camera. Show them that you love my ass. You ready for another one?”

[bigandhuskyfellows]

Executive Suite

[fartcushion]

We used to be equals, practically started at the company on the same day. We'd been competitive but ina friendly way. That was until he caught me sniffing his chair while he nipped to the toilet.

He'd had a particularly gassy morning, taking great joy in making me suffer his ass bombs confined in our small office. He didn't know about my fetish, so this was a rare treat for me. Finally he announced he must need a shit and went to the toilet. Not for the first time I ran to his chair and knelt down with my face on the seat, sniffing the foul remnants of his farts. Unfortunately he'd forgotten his phone and had come back, finding me snuffling his stench like a little piggy.

Years later and things have really changed. Now he's my boss. We'd come to an agreement, I made sure that he got all the best contracts to work with, and quickly he was turning heads at the company. Of course it was all my work, that I'd do after finishing my lesser contracts. In return he promised to not tell anyone my secret, and promised that when he was running things he'd create a role just for me.

Man of his word, on day one of his promotion he informed of my new responsibilities; I was to be his office fart filter. Sit in the corner and wait for his to summon me, plant my face in his ass and inhale his gas.

Today he has a big meeting with a new client, and decided to have a large breakfast, so needs me to make sure his tank is empty and there's no smell left on him before he heads out.

[pies-and-feet]

The barefoot pastry chef got pied

[pies-and-feet]

This looks like so much fun

[mysteryz-x]

[tootcushion]

Having a quickie with someone but instead of you having sex in their car, or in a bathroom or something, you’re just inhaling all of their farts that they have been holding in for the past hour.

You’ll just simply get down on your knees as they’re turned around, knees slightly bent, bracing themselves against the wall, maybe they’ve pulled down their pants slightly or lifted up their skirt or dress, and they're desperate to shove your nose into their ass.

[gaymalegungeuk]

[piehappy2000]

Classic

[hugo--660]

[icanbeliveitsnotbutter]

a fun night out!

[piesareus]

Pie the fool 😄

[str8brostink]

[fartcushion]

Sometimes I save something for ages hoping to come up with just the right caption. Eventually I just have to just accept that nothing can add to its perfection.

The way he both completely ignores the fart cushion beneath him whilst also actively ensures he gets the full blast. The farts are my fav kind as well; I just know from the sound how they smell and feel.

10/10 ⭐. No notes.

[otislikesfarts]

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[fartcushion]

It was a shameful secret you'd kept for year. Your fart fetish. No one had even seemed willing to consider it. Then he came along. The gassiest man you ever met, and he had no qualms letting you worship his gas. You were a perfect match.

[icanbeliveitsnotbutter]

[1964-dic]

[fartcushion]

"This is why I like working weekends with you. The centre is closed, the blinds are shut, and we barely get any calls. Never more than one at the same time anyway. Which leaves you free to do the more important job, worshipping my ass. Who would have known when you started working for us last month that we'd get on so well, but look at us now we're practically inseparable! Well, at least your face from my ass is.

Oh that's it, I have missed this! Pains me to work in the week with others in the office around us, not being able to bond like we do when it's just us. My farts going wasted in to the chair. I mean I know they waft over to you next to me, and I know I make you smell the stale seat at the start of our Saturday shifts. But it's not the same as giving it you from the source, y'know? Speaking of which...

PpprrRRBBBbpp

Fuck, it just feels good to have your face there for it!

Oh, phone call. I'll try and keep them SBD but don't worry, I'll hit mute if I think it'll be another big one. Though who am I kidding, they all are!"