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@f4rtl0v3r97
“I’m sorry, you want me to smother you? You want to be humiliated by an older, bottom heavy dilf like me? You do realise how easy that would be for me, i can absolutely smother you in these fucking cheeks. Even got a full tank of farts for you, they won’t be nice to you, no? Alright boy, head down. I’m not gonna be nice.”
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Zak Spears
Uncle Zak needs to cum at least twice before he relaxes enough to give me the smallest hint of a smile.
🥰😘💞😍💘Cuteness WOOOFFF 💋 💋
W♂♂F (WARNING! No “Pretty Boys” here.)
After gym workout farts
Bubble heaven
P.E. teacher Yamashiro
(tried putting translation edition)
Thigh High 🌳🌿
The hottest display of farting I’ve seen in a long time.
May I sit on your face?
Dude get the fuck over here, I’m not messin’ around. Some desperate Grindr fag licked my crack once and now it’s how I expect you to get me off. Your blowjobs are great, but nothing beats feeding you all my ripe pizza and Mexican farts. Let’s see if you can make me bust hands free with your face in between my fat cheeks - a few hours should do it.
Did you vote yesterday? I almost added a brown stripe to this flag.
Kik: LadroFarts
My purpose in life is to be a chair for men like this
There’s a lot I would do if I could get @latrofarts to release his gas on my face. What a dream farter 😍
Dad's Fume slave (Part one)-
His eyes looked at you as he shoved his ass cheeks onto your face. The jeans imprinted on your face as he grinded your face.
'This new law is amazing!'
The new government had recently passed a law stating 'All older males or superiors can use their gas to enhance the lowers of the males (eg. The younger etc.) to become more submissive.' So by this law, it started slowly with bosses on male workers, then Headmasters and male teachers having a farting session on male students at late night one to one's. Now though, it started through our fathers to their sons.
Your father let out a huge rippling fart, and got off.
'You will need to get ready for more than that, son' as he unzipped his trousers in front of you and sat down on your face again, releasing another gas expulsion onto your face.
'Eat this, son'
A large rumbling was heard when...
PpoPppPHhtttrttr!
Gffffppttttt!
Pppppsspspspsp!!!!
He gasped and pushed as he got his ass off your face, he then looked down, at you.
'You're doing much better, than, I imagined.' he then thought of an idea. 'As you can't be everywhere, really, whenever i.... You know, fart, in thinking of making a harness. Would you like that?'
His hands made their way to his boxers, pulling them down, revealing a fat, uncut ass, hair coming from the middle.
Pppphhhrrtttt.
'Sorry for that.' He then started to ease his ass down, spacing his cheeks out, as far as they went. You scream, and as your mouth opens, he slams his asshole right on-top of it.
His asshole slowly opened, releasing a mouthful of about 4 farts one by one.
'Enjoy your new gas. Imagine this, in your gas provider, providing your body with as much gas, as I can to make you survive.'
He then started to fart and fart and fart.
The last words, you can remember, was 'My ass will be your forever home soon!'
He then released a little fart, well a 30 second one, that puffed up your mouth.
'Enjoy that toxic methane... Son!'
Dad's Fume Slave- Part four
"Son, don't look so scared, you've seen me' ass before mate!"
He locked behind him as you looked up at him, unbuckling his jeans, slowly. He looked down at you as he walked over slowly, his ass cheeks wobbling side to side as he came near you.
He knelt to look at you.
"Now, as I said, you need to smell something else, men produce. You won't be involved in it, but you'll smell it aswell as the farts and gas, I let out, whilst doing one... So..."
He gestured to the toilet. But before he went to move.
Ppppllllsssss!!!! A little toot came out! It smelt awful. A mixture of old vegetable stew.
"Can't believe I did that! And it fucking stinks!!" He laughs. He stands up and goes to sit down on the toilet.
"Now, should i start without you in the gap."
He parted his legs. And gestured.
"Come on son. Can't wait all day!"
He tilted his leg, squeezed his face up and let out a huge fart lasting a minute. You just stared, as he smiled at you.
"You better not keep me and my ass waiting!"
You went over and hesitated.
"im waiting!"
A little SBD came out of your father's ass.
"God, you make me angry sometimes. I'll hold you in there then!!!"
He got your face right into the gap of his thighs.
"Might be here for a while, son. No need to complain, well, there's no choice to smell my ass anyways."
Ppppppprrrrtttttt!!!! Ppppjsssssssssj!!!
He started to push as you were faced by a solid smell of actual shit and minor farts here and there.
PLOP! Water splashed up onto your face.
He sighed as he let you go.
"God, that was good!!!!"
He got up and wiped his ass, and looked at you.
"You need to be taught a lesson after that disobedience, waiting a while, making me get you in position, really son. I could do so much about this. And well, I might do something raché! So be prepared to be sent to the school!!!"
*. *. *.
The school. A professional school for teachers that are seeking a permanent fart slave. Your parents were to visit you in the first Saturdays of each month, but from that.
Welcome to a plump teachers ass, boy!!!
The Counselor
Lately school had gotten to be too much for you, so you decided you’d set up an appointment with your counselor. You walked into the office, and were immediately in awe. You could see the outline of you counselor’s biceps through his dress shirt, as he was typing on the computer. You’d never met your counselor before, which you were currently regretting. “Hello, It’s great to meet you, I love meeting my students!” He said enthusiastically. “Yeah, thanks for meeting with me.” You reply. He got up to put some papers in his cabinet. When he got out of his chair, and stood up, you saw it. He had the smoothest, roundest, and cutest butt ever. Yeah, you were definitely regretting not meeting with your counselor before now. “So what seems to be the problem, bud?” He said. “I’ve just been so stressed about getting into a good college, and I can’t stop thinking about how I can raise my GPA.” “Mmhmm, I get it, sometimes you just need a break. What is your current GPA?” He asked. “I don’t know, let me check.” You pull out your MacBook from your backpack, and go to your grades, you check and it says your GPA is a 4.1. “It’s a 4.1” you say, feeling silly for stressing about it. “May I see it?” “Sure” You hand over your laptop. He looks at it thoroughly,me even starts scrolling, which you find odd, considering all your grade information was on one page…. He hands you the laptop back, and you close it and put it in your backpack. “Honestly, I think you just need to take it easier on yourself, you’re doing exceptionally well academically, there’s no need to stress.” He says reassuringly. “Yeah you’re right, I just want the best future for myself.” “Do you know what a career you want to pursue?” “Yeah, probably a lawyer, or a politician.” You say, showing off a bit of confidence. “Really, I could think of a career better suit for you!“He says. “And what would that be?” “A full-time fart sniffer!” “Excuse me?” You start to sweat profusely, is it possible he knows of your fart fetish? But how would he know, you’d only just met him? “Check the open tabs in your browser….” He says while chuckling. You frantically grab out you MacBook, and type in the password. It unlocks and the browser is already open. The tab with your grades is still open, but so are 2 others. Another tab contains Netflix, but the other one contains your Tumblr account “Fart_Sniffer719”. You must have overlooked the other tabs when you handed your laptop over. You are mortified. “Listen kid, you do you, in fact I could help you… relieve some stress!” You hear a low audible fart from under the counsellors desk. He just laughs. “Please don’t tell anyone about this!” “Don’t worry kid, this is confidential” “Thank you.” He gets up, and closes the blinds. “Now about me helping you relieve some stress, I’m fucking full of some powerful farts, and I need to let them go NOW! I could let you sniff them, or they could go to waste. What do you say kid?” “Get that ass over here!” You say excitedly. “Pants, or no pants?” “No pants!” you say, practically drooling. He unzips his dress pants, pulls them down, along with his underwear. Oh my god, his ass was even better outside of those pants. “Get over here kid, I’m gonna need you to place your nostril right over my asshole, so it muffles the sound.” Immediately you get out there and do it, and then it happens…. PSHDJKFKKFJKTLFLGLFLFFKKFKFLFLFLFLCLLLLCLLCL You pull away and your eyes are watering, it’s so rancid, yet so delightful. Is this actually happening? “Oh kid, I need you to put it back over my asshole, I’m gonna explode!” As soon as you do he lets loose- PDOLDLRBSHPHRSBPRHSBPHRSBSPBHPRSBSPHPSHRPHSRB At this point you’re coughing up green clouds. “How much more you got left?” “Oh baby, I’ve barely started.” “Well let’s continue then!” You plant your face back in his ass, and he starts again. “If you were my student,” PHDNFBCDJCMMCMMCMCKCKCKLFKCKKCDKDKFKCKKCPHRBS “you’d have an A+,” PHRBSBPHRTSPBRTPHSRBSTPHRSBTPHRBSRTBHRBST “in my class!” The farting lasted for the rest of the period. “What class do you have next, I’ll write you a pass.” “P.E.” “Good, you definitely need a shower.” He winked at you. You would definitely start making trips to the counselor’s office on a weekly basis now…
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