Does anyone remember a story about an ass sniffer maybe fart sniffer. Where the plot was about the main character trying to blackmail himself into becoming this other guys personal ass/fart sniffer. The main character heard a rumor he had force another guy to sniff his ass/farts first. That guy ended up moving away so the main character decided to try to become his new ass/fart sniffer. Then the main character does it by waiting for him to go into the bathroom, hearing him almost finished he starts sniffing his seat so when the guy comes back he “catches” the main character sniffing his seat. At first the guy says it’s cool, so the main character basically has to lead him to the blackmail saying things like “oh I hope no one hears about it. It’d be truly embarrassing if this got out to the school”. Till eventually the guy understands where he’s going and turns him into his ass/fart sniffer.
I can’t remember the names of the characters the name of the website or the author. But I remember the website having an orange foreground and a grey background. I’d really like to read it again and save it on my phone so if anyone has any idea on where to find it or saved it somewhere please let me know. It’s completely possible that the website went down taking the story with it, but it was a website for erotic stories.
“HAHA sure bitch I can do that” you still remember your heart beating rapidly after telling him about your fart fetish. You had messaged him on grindr after being drawn into his profile, Scott was his name, he was 33, 6ft4 , on the muscular end of dad bod verging on muscle bear, clean trimmed beard with nicely trimmed hair and from his bio you saw he had a dom streak. This was 3 days ago and now you’re finally on his doorstep. You hesitate for a second, your hand hovering in front of his doorbell. Suddenly the door swings open and a muscular arm drags you in as Scott pulls you into his arms.
“well hey my little sniffer how’re yah” he looked down at you, you were by no means short, but this brute towered over you. He was only wearing a pair of shorts and from this close you could smell his armpit musk drift into your nose, “I’m good” you stuttered out. He leads you to his Livingroom to sit down on his couch “good good, hope you’re ready for this man, I’ve not showered for 4 days after chatting with you and I made my special chilli for dinner last night so my arse is ready to blow!” he chuckled before leaning in for a kiss, he pushes you back onto the couch and explores your mouth with his tongue, you moan lustfully into his mouth. He then moves, lifting his arm and putting his other hand behind your head, pushing you into his damp, sweaty pit “mmm fuck yeah boy, give that a good whiff” his scent intoxicating to you as he overloads your senses before being interrupted by an almost ominous rumble “well well, I guess I’m in need of your cushion services right now” he whispers into your ears, “mmm yes sir, it’s all yours to use” you whisper back” before he pulls you down the couch into position
He stands on the couch, facing forward, feet either side of your hips as he turns his head to look into your eyes, you two exchanging lustful gazes. Before he starts to lower his ass down onto your face , leaning against the side of the couch so he’s sitting across the couch and your body. Just the right pressure so you have no way to escape but can still smell unobstructed, for a good minute all you did was inhale as deeply as you could to take in all of this stud’s beautiful stink before you feel his cheeks tighten
PPPPRAAABBT
A short violent blast pushes against your nostrils as you take a huge sniff of the gas, coughing on the eggy fumes “fuck yeah, take a good whiff of that for me” he growls before ripping a 4 second long silent beast that heats up your face more than it already was, fart after fart rumbles against your face with no rest for your poor nose. As soon as the stench from one is fully inhaled
PRABT
another fart is ripped. After what feels like hours in heaven but was really a few minutes you’re blinded by light as Scott gets up off of your face as you cough and take your first inhale of fresh air for 5 minutes “fuck thank you so much for that sir” you pant out before Scott just chuckles saying how he isn’t finished yet as he lowers his shorts to reveal his bare hairy ass, a forest of brown hairs hiding his hole and sits back down on your face, this time with no barrier your face is drenched in his warm ass sweat and before long his ass starts back up
PPPRRRAAbbbttssshhhhllllssh
His hole rips a wet rancid fart that sends sweat flying off of his hole “fuck that’s a wet one, lick the juice from my hole!” you slowly probe his hole with your tongue but recoil as he farts into your open mouth. “I said get licking!” you feel his ass press hard into your face, you slowly stroke your tongue up and down his crack as he continues to barrage you farts, wet ones, silent ones, loud ones that made it seem as if your whole world was shaking. You feel his balls beating against your chin as Scott jerks off, making you suffer in his fart cloud only making him hornier as his breathing become erratic. You hear him moan how close he is before you feel his hole burst open with a long rancid 10 second fart as you feel his cum hit your chest and leg whilst your nose is assaulted from a smell that can only be described as demonic, shitty and eggy at the same time. He sighs nonchalantly as you gag on his last rancid blast “alright fartfag, I think you can stay down there as I have a little nap” he drowsily mutters before you feel him slump back. He starts to snore but not before a puff of eggy gas is pushed up your nose, continuing to fart as you take in his stink with no idea how long he’ll be out for.
The first few weeks at my new job were a breeze. A rotten, stinky breeze.
My regular work as Manuel's assistant was a cakewalk. I managed my workload with ease and efficiency. I poured myself fully into the job and made sure I went above and beyond wherever I could. Manuel joked a few times that I was intentionally spoiling him, trying to earn brownie points so he'd go easy on me with my special workload. I laughed it off and joked back at him, but deep down a part of me hoped he'd go anything but easy on me.
But I quickly learned that my extra duties often had to wait. The firm had a big project coming up, and Manuel was often stuck at his desk most of the day, letting rip deep, rumbling farts into his chair that made my cock leak. When I was lucky, he'd find a reason to come over to my desk to explain something or hand me some documents, and before he'd leave he would turn and stick his large wobbly cheeks in my face and push out a long, bubbly fart before winking at me and returning to his desk. It always took me a little bit to recover and come out of the haze of euphoria Manuel's ass gave me.
Multiple days were also taken up by meetings. Usually an hour or two where I wouldn't see Manuel, with him off in some conference room while I manned his phone and caught up on incidental work. One day, he got stuck in a meeting that took him all morning. It was 1pm before he finally barged back into his office.
"Jason, drop what you're doing." He closed the office door behind him, seemingly in a rush.
"Wha--? I was just finishing next week's reports--Mmph!!"
I was cut off as Manuel marched over to my desk, pulled back my office chair with me still in it, grabbed the back of my head, and shoved my face into his ass.
"No time, no time at all," he said with slightly labored breathing. He then pushed my chair up against the wall behind me, and leaned back so my head was pinned between the headrest and his ass.
"Mmmmph!" I groaned at him but he kept my face fully pinned, my nose pressed so tightly I could almost feel as his asshole started to pucker behind the fabric of his slacks.
"Sorry, Jason. But that meeting nearly killed me. I needed this."
Before I could try to respond from inside his ass, it hit me.
FWBBWBWBWBWBWBWRRRRRRRRTTTT!!!!
A cacophony of bubbling, spurting gas completely consumed my face. From Manuel's asshole spewed a torrent of hot, rancid stink. It was like being sprayed by a skunk and falling into a full septic tank at the same time.
"Ohhhhh, yeeesss, that's what I pay you for." I heard him say, a bit of a laugh in his voice. I could tell he was enjoying himself even while I felt like my nose was gonna melt off. My dick wasn't having any problems with the situation.
BRRRT! BRRRT! BRRRRRRRT!
"Oh I needed that,"
Fwbwbwbwbttttt! BRRRRRRRTTTT!
"My gut was killing me all morning,"
BRRRAPT! BRRRPPPPTTT!
"No more coffee before meetings..."
Bpbpbpbpbprrrrrbttttt!
"There's still so much in the tank, Jason..."
Manuel's gassy barrage felt endless. One butt bomb after another, consuming any sense of smell I had left. I was hating it and loving it at the same time. Every now and then he'd grind his ass in deeper and I'd feel the heat of his asshole pressing up against my nostrils again. At a certain point I couldn't take it and I started rubbing the tent in my pants. As subtly as I could, through a hand in my pocket, but I had to do something. My need for a release was too great. I hoped Manuel didn't notice, but a low chuckle from him a few seconds after I started rubbing made me think he might have seen. If he did, he didn't say anything, just kept his gas attack going at full throttle.
When Manuel was finally done gassing me out, he lifted his cheeks off my face a little. Part of me was relieved, but some primal part of me wanted it to keep going, and I leaned forward and started kissing his ass cheeks. I did so for a few seconds before I realized what I had done and stopped, self conscious. Manuel just smirked at me.
"My ass appreciates being thanked for all the hard work it just did for you." He winked at me in his charming way.
I mumbled a low thank you, still in a bit of a daze, which earned me a laugh from my boss. I looked at the clock, somehow it had only been about 10 minutes even if it felt like an eternity.
"Let me take you out for lunch tomorrow," Manuel said as I settled back into my position at my desk. "My treat! You earned it after all that extra work." He winked again at me. I felt my ears get hot with a little embarrassment, but deep down I felt a little spark of pride.
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The next day at lunchtime, after a surprisingly gas-less morning, Manuel took me out to his car as we got ready to leave. He insisted on driving me so I wouldn't waste the money on fuel. I soon saw why, as we were headed to the other side of the city. "I'm taking you to my favorite Mexican food place," was all he said when I asked about it. Otherwise the trip was uneventful, we just made small talk. Manuel didn't even fart while I was in the car with him, which was starting to make me a little suspicious.
When we got there he already had a lunch reservation made. The two of us sat at our table and made small talk about work, what shows we were interested in, a bit of sports, all the usual subjects. When the food came I could see why it was Manuel's favorite, it was absolutely delicious. As I enjoyed my own plate of tacos, I idly noticed Manuel had gotten two sides of beans with his burrito. But at the time I foolishly didn't realize what he was doing.
We ordered drinks and kept chatting for a while. Manuel didn't seem concerned about the time. "I already let the office know we'd be back late," he said. "They'll manage fine without us."
After lunch was over, we headed back to the car. Manuel's car was nice, it was sleak and new. But it was a bit cramped for his large frame. I fit easier into the sports car, but even still felt a bit claustrophobic with my boss's wide shoulders to my left. As we took off down the main highway back across town, we ran into traffick quickly.
I looked at my phone. We'd left early to avoid the rush out to lunch, but had spent too long at the restaurant and hit the worst of lunch rush traffic. What's worse, the way back to the office had road construction going on, so we quickly came to a complete standstill.
Manuel put the car in park waiting for traffic to move. "Well, while we're stuck here,"
I heard a soft click. My door & window locked.
The A/C was switched to heat.
I looked over at Manuel and saw he had a devilish smile on his face.
"Oh no," I protested, very half-heartedly.
"Now, now," He chided, playfully. "This is your job, Jason. And lunch break is over for you, my friend."
Unbuckling his seat belt, Manuel propped his ass up on the center console, and leaned over pointing his huge meaty mounds directly at me.
BRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPPTTTTTTT!
Thunderous. Bassy. Wet, hot air blowing directly on to me, mingling with the hot air from the vents. And immediately, the stench. It was the worst stink Manuel's farts had produced yet. It was like being covered in skunk spray and rotten eggs while getting slapped in the face.
I fucking gagged. I was rock hard.
"PHEW, that was bad, even for me," Manuel was laughing, seeing me struggle. "More where that came from."
FWRRRPT! FRRRPPRRPPTT! FWUUAAARRRRTTT!
Another three fog horn blasts from my boss. Already the air was feeling thick. Traffic still was not moving, meaning I was just going to have to endure Manuel's hotboxing hell. My dick was painfully hard.
BRRRRPT! BRRRRRUUUUPPPPT!
"Ooof, that felt good to let out." Two more trumpet ass blasts from my boss filled the car with even more stink. It was humiliating and thrilling. I was trapped and helpless before my boss's godly gassy ass.
I saw through my watering eyes that Manuel was undoing his belt. In a single swift motion he yanked his pants down and shoved his ass even further outward, across the center console, directly onto me.
He was wearing tight, blue briefs under his navy slacks. Looking at them, I could see sweat staining all along his ass crack. I could smell musk radiating off his cheeks, mingling with the eye-stinging fart stench.
"I'd say I'm sorry about this, Jason," He said, wiggling his ass at me. "But honestly I've been wanting to do this since the day I hired you."
Hearing him say that made my dick throb. Then he let loose.
FRRRRRPPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTTTT!
"Fuck, that burrito is eating me back,"
BRRRPT! BRRRPT! BRRRRRPPPT!
"It's getting hot in here, shame you can't crack a window,"
Fwbwbwbwbwbwbwrrrrrt! BRRRRAAAAAPT!
"I hope you enjoy the smell, Jason, there's so much more where that came from,"
BRRRUPT! BRRRAAPT! BBRRRUUUAAPPPPPPTT!!!
"Fuck yes, I've got lots of extra work today for my favorite employee,"
FRRRTTT! FWAAAAAUUUUUURRRRRTTTTTT!!
"You're gonna be putting in overtime with my ass today,"
It went on and on for minutes. The air in the car grew thick and rank. It was hell. I was in heaven.
Without thinking I was grabbing at my hard cock. Heedless of what Manuel might thing. But when I looked at him, I noticed his hand was grabbing at the front of his pants too.
He suddenly grabbed his side and groaned. "Oh fuck, this one's just for you, get in there,"
He grabbed the back of my head and drew me into his ass. The sweat in his briefs was damp and musky against my face. From behind the fabric I felt his asshole pucker against my nose, and then--
Psssssssssssshhhhhttttt!
A hot stream of air. Silent but deadly. My nostrils were flooded with the worst stink I'd ever experienced. It seared into my brain.
I jerked my head back and began coughing, which turned into wretching, as I tried to recover from the pure jet of sewer gas that Manuel had just sent up my nose.
As my nose slowly recovered and my other senses came back into focus, I heard Manuel laughing at me. It was a deep, rich laugh. I felt his hand patting my shoulder. I subconsciously leaned into his touch.
"You did good, you did good," He was saying. "Honestly surprised you didn't pass out from that last barrage I put you through."
I laughed too now. "What can I say, I'm a hard worker." I gave him a wink, feeling a bit more confident in myself.
"My model employee," he said to me, giving me that winning smile. I felt myself blush a little. My dick was still rock hard.
Author Note: Sorry for the huge delay between parts. This one felt like a necessary bridge between the first part and the rest of what I want to write, which will mostly focus on specific scenarios I find hot. But because it's a little more tame it took me longer. Expect some very fun stuff coming soon from part 3 moving forward!
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I woke up Monday morning anxious, restless, and a little bit excited.
Was this really happening? Was I really about to go to work for a boss who was going to be farting on me all day? It seemed like a stupid, horny fantasy, but somehow it had become my real life! My heart was pounding as I got ready, left my house, and drove myself to work.
Once I got to the office I found Manuel already sitting behind his large executive desk. He greeted me with a warm smile as I made my way over to my own desk. He stood up and strode over to me as I sat down.
"Good morning, Jason. So glad you decided to take this position, I really think you'll be an asset to this company." He winked at me when he said 'asset.' "Let me know if you need anything today while you're settling in." I nodded and thanked him, and he gave me another warm smile and turned back to his desk.
As Manuel turned back to his desk, I turned my attention to my computer. Because of that, it took me a few seconds to notice that Manuel wasn't walking back to his desk. Instead, he backed up his thick slack-clad cheeks into my face right as I turned back to look at him, earning me a facefull of point-blank ass.
Bbbblrblrblrblrblrrrp!
A bubbly, bassy fart sounded off across my face. My nostrils immediately felt the sting of the sulfuric scent, and I reeled back in surprise. Manuel snorted at my reaction.
"What can I say? Coffee in the morning always makes me gassy."
I let out a short, awkward laugh, then just looked down at my computer. My shoulders were tense, I still didn't know what the appropriate reaction to have was in this professional environment. I could feel in my pants what reaction I wanted to have. I wanted to shove my face into his ass and beg for more. But my anxiety kept me from doing that. Instead I just watched sheepishly as Manuel returned to his desk, slowly letting my body relax and turning my attention to work.
Things only escalated over the next few hours. Manuel's gas was legendary. Every few minutes without fail there would come a deep rumbling from the cushion of his chair. I was convinced at this point he'd picked out the chair specifically because of how loud it made his farts sound. I also slowly realized that he must have been holding back during my trial run. Because now he was letting loose with reckless abandon. As noon approached the air in the office started taking on an eggy odor, even from where I was sitting.
For the first hour or so my cock was hard as steel hearing the constant butt thunder coming from my boss. Then eventually I got used to the sounds enough to not be constantly bricked. Though sometimes a particularly deep and bubbly blast would make my dick perk up again. And all the while I continued to feel this awkward mix of arousal, embarrassment, and unease. I was beginning to wonder if I'd be able to make it through the day with my sanity intact when lunch time finally arrived.
Manuel got up from his desk. "I should be back in an hour, but don't wait for me. There's this new burrito place that just opened and I've been eager to try it." He gave me a smirk and I smiled back sheepishly. He strode over to my desk, where I was pulling out my own pre-packed lunch, and put a hand on my shoulder. "I'll give you a taste of what's coming after lunch," he said.
My boss put his boot up on my desk and grabbed the back of my head. In one smooth motion, Manuel pulled my face up under his cocked hips and into the depths of his taint. I could feel his big balls resting on the back of my head, pressing through the fabric of the slacks. I wondered for a second if he even had underwear on, and felt my face flush. While I was still processing all of this I felt him tense.
BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTT!
It was loud, and bubbly, and long. I felt my head shake as it rippled across my nose and cheeks. And the smell -- Fuck! The smell! Like rotten eggs and beans. It made me gag and cough. And it made my cock throb like nothing else.
For a second I lost control of my senses. I drove my nose deeper into Manuel's ass and sniffed loudly and deeply. I was feral with lust, I needed more of his gas like I needed air. My hand started drifting towards my cock when I snapped out of it. Immediately I felt the tips of my ears go hot as shame washed over me.
Manuel didn't seem to care, he just let out a hearty laugh as I dove my nose in deeper. When I pulled away a few seconds later he said "Oh, giving up so soon? I'll have to hold you down next time." My cock jumped again hearing him say that. He gave me a wink and laughed again, apparently seeing something funny in my shocked expression. He turned away, stuck his ass out to let rip another quick fart, then strode out of the office and off to lunch.
I was left reeling. Shame and anxiety racing through my brain, accompanied by a confusing amount of arousal and desire. Was I cut out for this? Maybe taking this position was a mistake. This was a crazy situation and I wasn't sure I could figure out how to cope with it.
When Manuel came back from lunch, after spending some time catching up on emails and having me take down a few memos, he called me over to the chair in front of his desk. I was nervous as to what this might be about. My heart was pounding in my ears.
"Jason," he began. "You seem tense. I worry that, even though you accepted my offer, you're not really settling in to your special duties the way you should be."
"Oh, well, I'm sorry, sir, I just--"
He raised his hand to stop me. "I didn't ask you to apologize. I'm just worried that I haven't done enough to help you be comfortable."
"No, sir, Manuel, you've been more than accommodating, I just don't know if..." I stopped to think for a moment. "I guess I'm just nervous. Not wanting to be, uh, unprofessional, when performing my 'special duties.'"
"Ah, now I think I understand," there was a look of recognition in his eyes. "Then let me help you. I think we can help you overcome that anxiety and get settled in, properly." He smiled that winning smile at me, and I began to feel just a little less nervous.
Manuel went over a to plush chair pushed against the wall opposite my desk and removed the seat cushion. He then placed the cushion on the floor in the middle of the office.
"Here, Jason, I want you to lie down on the floor for me."
I was hesitant for a moment, but Manuel was smiling at me, his grin warm with a hint of mischief. I figured if I was going to try to keep this job, I needed to learn to trust him, and let go of my anxiety over our special dynamic.
I walked over to him, got down on the floor, and laid my head on the cushion. Looking up, Manuel towered over me, looking even bigger than he normally did.
My boss got down on one knee and looked down at me. "Now Jason, I'm going to help you get over this anxiety. So that means I'm not gonna get up until you learn to relax and enjoy yourself." He winked at me as he said that, then in one swift motion he turned around and sat his huge bubbly butt directly on my face.
Though he was fast, Manuel's movements were also controlled, so his ass felt surprisingly gentle as he let it smother me. I felt his ass cheeks expanding to envelope my whole face. While his slacks provided a barrier between my nose and the depths of his ass crack, I could still feel the heat radiating off his hole, and smell the strong manly musk filling my nostrils as he pressed me deeper and deeper into his girthy buns. I was almost certain now that he wasn't wearing any underwear.
"How does it smell down there?" He asked me. He lifted his ass a little so I was able to speak freely.
"It's-- Uh..." I hesitated, feeling self conscious that I was enjoying this so much already. But I told myself to just relax, that Manuel wanted me to enjoy this, that it was OK for me to be honest. "It smells really amazing, sir. It's strong, and musky, and manly." I was getting a little breathless; my heart rate was rising and I was getting excited.
He just laughed softly and lowered his ass back down on my face. "If you think it smells manly now, get a load of this." He grunted and through his slacks I felt his hole pushing out.
PPPPFFFFFFFBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRTTT!
A loud five second long gas bomb exploded across my face. It was airy and bassy and vibrated my whole head when Manuel let it rip. I could already feel my cock hardening in my pants. Then the smell hit me. Meaty and thick, with a spicy kick to it that made me cough. The scent coated the inside of my nostrils instantly. It pushed its way down my throat as I coughed. With Manuel's hole less than an inch from my nose, there was no escaping it.
I coughed a second time and heard Manuel say something like "You okay down there?" I opened my mouth to start some response, but my boss must have heard me take a breath in getting ready to speak, because before I could say anything--
BRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPTTT!
Another massive blast, this one aimed directly at my opened mouth, rippled out of my boss's asshole. This one smelled way worse. There was an acrid quality to it, and I instantly started into a coughing fit. Manuel eased his ass off of my face to give me some time to recover.
"Are you ready to keep going?" He asked.
I hesitated. "I don't know, I don't wanna keep you..." I was cut off by my bosses big pillowy ass pressing back down on me. I heard his stomach rumble loudly and knew I was in for it.
"Obviously you still need to relax. No worries!"
BRRRRPPT!
"Adjusting to a new job takes time..."
BRPRPRPRPRPPP!
"...and you need time to find your footing..."
BRRPT! BRRRPT! BRRRRPPPT!
"...but I'm sure with a little help..."
PPPPRRRRRRRRBBBBBTT!
"...you'll fit in just fine!"
With the words "fit in," he put his hand on the back of my head and pulled my face tightly into his ass.
FWWWWOOOOOMMMMMPHSSSSSSH!!!
A final 10-second long monster of a fart trumpeted out of Manuel's ass, billowing out across my face as it was trapped between his two titanic cheeks. For a few seconds I was just in shock; the previous five minutes of non-stop butt blasts had happened so rapidly that I couldn't fully process it. The smell brought me back to reality. The thick scent of sulfur and beans clogged my every pore and hung in the back of my throat. It was disgusting and intoxicating at the same time.
At that point I noticed the painfully hard boner tenting my pants as well. I had managed not to shoot involuntarily (surprising, considering how much more intense today had been), but my arousal was still embarrassingly obvious to Manuel. He must have felt me tense at that realization, because I heard him laugh softly.
"Now I just got you to relax, don't go getting anxious on me again. If you do, you're never gonna get out of these cheeks."
I involuntarily let out a soft moan at that prospect, which earned me a full laugh from my boss. My cock wasn't getting any softer either.
"Now," Manuel continued. "My ass just did a lot of hard work for you. Give it a kiss to say thank you."
My inhibitions gone, I started kissing my boss's ass over and over again, laying my lips on his round slack-covered ass cheeks over and over again. It was clear he relished my adoration, as Manuel let me make out with his ass for about a minute before he got up.
He offered me his hand to help me to my feet. I took it and we just looked at each other for a moment, him smiling at me with that hint of mischief in his eyes, me vaguely aware of a dumb grin plastered across my face. Manuel leaned in and whispered.
"Are you feeling good? More comfortable?"
I nodded, still dazed from the experience, and said "Yes, sir!"
His smile grew wider. "Good, good. So I expect you to keep the position as my assistant? And you'll be able to handle your special duties?"
My cock got hard again as he said that. But I nodded again. "Anything you need, sir." And I knew in that moment, I really did mean anything.
M4M - Fart fetish, facesitting, humiliation, boss/employee power dynamic
All characters are over 18
I had been looking for a job for about six months. I had a good office manager position at a small company for a couple years, but when the company fell on hard times they went through layoffs, and my position got cut. I was trying to find something corporate again, but the job market wasn't doing me any favors, and my safety net was running thin. That's when I got the interview for a personal assistant position for the CEO of a local marketing agency.
So I found myself sitting in a very lush office, staring at Manuel Romero. He was a broad latino man, fit but with a healthy layer fat padding his stomach and (I couldn't help but notice) his hips. I had already aced an interview with HR, but they told me Mr. Romero liked to personally interview his assistants before they were hired. With his dark, piercing eyes searching my face as we talked, I felt a small churn of anxiety the whole first half of the interview. But still, I was confident I could impress him.
We had been talking for maybe fifteen minutes about my qualifications and experience, Mr. Romero had also asked if I was able to work overtime on the weekends as needed, which wasn't a problem for me. After that he picked up his mug.
"Excuse me for a moment, Mr. Daniels, I need a refill." He stood up and made his way over to a small table in the back corner of the office that had a personal coffee machine for him to use. As he stood up and walked away from me I couldn't help but notice his massive cheeks. His ass was broad and fat, jiggling a little as he walked. It looked like the man had two beach balls stuffed down the back of his pants. I was so enthralled by his massive rump that I didn't even notice Mr. Romero looking over his shoulder at me. The second I saw his eye I looked away, immediately mortified that I had been caught. Good luck getting the job now! How could I have been so stupid? Still, in spite of my embarrassment, I swore I almost saw a hint of mischief in the way he looked at me.
Mr. Romero returned to his seat with his fresh cup of coffee. My ears felt hot. But he didn't say anything about my voyeurism, instead jumping right back into the interview where we left off. We talked a bit more about what would be expected of me if I got the job. After a few minutes he paused and took a deep sip from his coffee mug.
He sighed loudly. "That hits the spot," He said. Then, without warning, a deep rumbling *Bbbbbrrrrrrrrlrlrlrlrl* exploded against the CEO's plush office chair cushion. Immediately, my heart rate quickened. I had a huge fart fetish, and watching this godly specimen of a man rip ass with no hesitation made me feel flush. I subtly crossed my ankles, hoping to compress the rising boner I was getting and prevent it from tenting my slacks. I could feel heat rising in my ears again.
Mr. Romero just smirked at me and said, "My apologies, how terribly rude of me." I quickly mumbled back "No, it's fine, it happens..." before trailing off a bit. I tried to avoid Mr. Romero's dark eyes, it felt like he was looking right through me. He still had that smirk on his face, as if amused by some joke I was missing. He cleared his throat.
"Well, Jason, I'm happy to tell you I think you're a great candidate for the position." My eyes lit up and I finally met Mr. Romero's gaze again. I went to thank him but he held up a hand. "However, before I officially hire you, I'd like you to come in tomorrow for a sort of trial run. We can also use it as an opportunity for you to get all the necessary paperwork filled out with HR. But you'll get to see what being my assistant is really like, and if all goes well, the job is yours." He gave me a big, warm smile and stuck out his hand for me to shake. I shook it, thanking him profusely for the opportunity. He kept smiling at me, and I thought for a second I saw that same mischievous glint in his eye.
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I woke up early the next morning. It was a Friday, so if the trial run went well I'd have the weekend to prepare for the new position. I put on a pair of dark gray slacks and a nice button-up shirt, with a nice vest over the top. I fixed my hair, grabbed a granola bar for breakfast, and headed in for work.
When I arrived at my new boss's office I saw he was already at his desk. "Good morning, Mr. Romero," I said. "I hope I'm not late."
"Not at all, no need to worry. I just like to get here about a half hour ahead of the day to get my desk in order." He smiled at me, the same warm smile as the day before. "Oh, and since we're going to be colleagues, feel free to call me Manuel."
The first hour or so of my work day was taken up with HR paperwork, but once that was cleared I got to work properly. Manuel had set up a desk for me in his office, to the right of his own desk and facing the left-hand wall. This means we could see each other but also had some privacy for our computer monitors as we worked. The day was progressing mostly uneventfully. But then, as I was in the middle of referencing some expense reports, I heard it.
PHhhhBRRRRRLRLRLRlrlrlrlr
A bassy, ten second long fart came rumbling from behind Manuel's desk. I immediately felt my cock hardening. Without even thinking, I glanced over at Manuel and found him already staring at me. I looked away as quickly as I could, hoping beyond hope that my blushing cheeks wouldn't betray me.
Without warning another deep fart sounded. Brrrrrrrpt! I decided not to even risk looking this time. But I could feel my boss's eyes on me, almost like he wanted me to react. Instead I tried my best to focus on my work. I was grateful for the desk that blocked his view of my tenting pants. When I heard Manuel resume typing, I glanced back at him one last time. He seemed mostly unphased, save for the tiniest hint of a smile lingering on his face.
The next two hours were punctuated by a rhythm of loud and rumbling butt blasts. Every ten or so minutes, a new bassy bomb would drop, and I was forced to try my best to ignore it. The near constant bombardment kept my dick aching all through the morning hours. Mercifully, noon arrived, and Manuel and I took lunch. My boss mentioned he might be back late, and gave me a few small tasks to take care of if I got back before him.
True to his prediction, I got back to the office before Manuel, so I started back on my work. Before long though, he was walking through the office door with a folder in hand. He dropped it off with me, explaining the contents and what reports he needed me to compile. I gave him a quick nod and an affirmative as he turned to walk behind my desk towards his own.
Suddenly I felt something soft, warm, and large pressing into the back of my head. Tan pants fabric filled out by two beach-ball shaped cheeks pressed itself against my neck and wrapped itself around the sides of my face. I could smell the musk radiating off of Manuel's fat ass, sweaty from the day's work. I stiffened involuntarily, letting Manuel push his ass even more firmly against my head. I was about to ask him what he was doing when I felt his ass tense.
BRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPT!
I startled a bit, then coughed as a meaty stench overwhelmed me. His fart smelled strong and acrid, and it was like the stink clung to the inside of my nostrils. The smell was hellish, but my cock was in heaven.
"Phew," Manuel let out a long sigh of relief, removing his ass from the back of my head. "I had been holding that one in way too long. Thanks, Jason." He clapped a hand on my shoulder and gave me a friendly shake, which helped bring me out of my stupor. Then he returned to his desk and started working again as if nothing had happened. I just kept staring at him for a while, wondering if I should say something. My cock was still solid as a brick. Eventually he noticed me looking at him, dumbfounded. "Carry on Jason, don't let your work get away from you."
With that he returned his work, and I did my best to return to mine.
The rest of the workday continued as if nothing happened. Manuel kept letting loose bassy farts into his office chair every fifteen minutes or so. This time each one was punctuated by an exaggerated, moaning sigh of relief from my boss. It felt almost like he was intentionally trying to tease me, to make sure I noticed his prolific gas. Not like I could have possibly missed them with how loud they were. And they stunk too. The smell was much more noticeable after lunch, even all the way at my desk. Finally five o' clock rolled around. I hurriedly started packing up to leave when Manuel motioned for me to sit in the chair opposite the front of his desk.
Manuel got up out of his chair and came around to the front of the desk, standing in front of me, leaning back and sitting his copious ass on the edge of the desk. He towered over me. I wanted to stare straight ahead, but I was currently eye level with his crotch, so instead I looked up at his face. I didn't know what to expect.
"Well, Jason, I think this trial run was a success. You're certainly more than capable of being my assistant." I was overjoyed to hear this, but I felt like there was more he wanted to say, so I held my tongue and just smiled.
He continued. "Now, there's another part of the job we should address. I have certain...digestion issues, as you may have noticed. And what's more, I enjoy blowing off a little steam from time to time at someone else's expense. Like I did to you earlier when I got back from lunch. So with the combination of noise and smell disruptions, and my own mischief making behavior, it can make it hard to find an assistant who can keep up with all that."
He was looking very intently at me now, and I was trying not to meet his gaze. "Oh, well, I mean, I didn't mind it too much, it was only a little distracting but it's--"
BBBRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrpt!
The thunderous fart cut me off mid ramble. I could feel myself blushing. The smell was intense, the source only a few feet away from me.
Manuel started speaking again. "Listen, Jason, you don't need to be bashful with me. I noticed yesterday your...interest, in my special talent. I mean your pants are making that clear right now." He pointed at my crotch, which had tented embarrassingly. I quickly folded my hands over the offending hump, feeling the blushing worsen.
He got up from the desk and stood directly in front of me. Even standing up Manuel was a towering 6'4 while I was a mere 5'11. But with me sitting in the chair below him, his impressive frame was even more massive.
"I'd like to offer you the job. You have no obligation to take it, but if you do take the position I can promise you'll be paid quite a bit more than the job listing offered. That listing didn't account for this 'extra work,' shall we say. Not to mention, you'll get plenty of daily perks." He flashed me a smile at that and let loose another bubbly fart, this one abrupt and wet. The smell made me cough, which earned me a chuckle from my boss.
Could this really be happening? A well paying job with great benefits, easy work I was familiar with, and on top of that my boss is a smokeshow who wants to indulge my fart fetish every day at work. It honestly felt too good to be true, like somehow I was being tricked.
Manuel must have sensed my hesitation. "Here, why don't you take the weekend to mull it over. I realize it's a big ask in a lot of ways, so just let me know your decision by the end of the day on Monday." He stuck out his hand for me to shake it. I took it, and he grasped my hand firmly, giving it a good shake. But then he didn't let go of my hand. "And one more thing, I wanted to give you a little taste of what you can expect if you do say yes."
Gripping my hand he yanked me forward right as he swiftly turned around. I faceplanted into his huge butt, getting a good whiff of his heavy musk, strong after a full day of his ass trapped in these slacks. Part of me wanted to tear his slacks off and bury my face in his bare ass, but overall I was too stunned to act. I felt his ass sit back on me, pushing my back into the chair, and smothering my face in warm fabric. Right when my breathing started to get labored from the weight, he stopped pressing down. I was completely pinned under his ass, and it all happened in maybe ten seconds.
I heard Manuel's voice, slightly muffled by his ass pressing down on me, say, "You know Jason, believe it or not, I've actually been holding back all day." After that terrifying statement, I felt his ass tense.
FWOOOOOOUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH
A massive, ten second long gas bomb exploded directly on my face. It hit my nose first, sending shots of toxic, sulfurous stink up into my sinuses. I immediately started gagging and coughing, which was a big mistake. Opening my mouth, the rest of the rancid meaty fart flooded down my throat. I could taste the stink on the back of my tongue. My face was hot and sweating. My cock couldn't take any more. I shot my load right there in my pants.
When Manuel got up off of me and turned to look at me, I heard a peel of laughter escape him. Not cruel or mocking, but more of a genuine shocked sort of laughter. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you so bad Jason, sorry bud." He clapped me on the shoulder in his friendly way. Looking down I could see what must have sparked his laugh, a very obvious wet stain on my slacks.
"Hey, feel free to use the executive bathroom to get yourself cleaned up before you head home. I hope I hear from you by Monday, Jason." He was beaming. In spite of what just happened to me, I was smiling back at him too.
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I got cleaned up in the extremely nice executive bathroom, grabbed me things, and went back home to my apartment. When I got home it was late. I fell into bed, thinking about how my day had gone.
Was I really going to take the job? A great salary with full benefits, doing work I was already comfortable with, and all at the price of letting my hot boss fart on my face whenever he wants. A part of me was apprehensive. Even normally, Manuel would hold a lot of power over my as my boss. Trusting him with this kind of sexual secret in a work setting definitely didn't feel 100% appropriate. On the other hand, he hadn't pressured me at all, even assured me there were no hard feelings if I didn't take the job. I'd just have to weigh the risk that Manuel could turn out to be manipulative.
Stupidly my dick jumped in my pants at the thought of my hot boss manipulating me into being his fart slave. As much as I knew it was wrong, there was a part of me that found it so sexy!
I made my decision. I resolved to call Manuel tomorrow and accept his offer. For better or worse, I was about to become my boss's personal assistant and personal fart cushion.
Charles’s wife has been complaining to him about how his current salary isn’t going to be enough to support them now that she’s pregnant and about to go on unpaid maternity leave from her own job. She’s demanded that he either get a raise at his current job or find a better-paying one. With how awful the job market was, the only real option was a raise, but that was no small ask.
To get a raise at the company Charles worked at, an employee has to be able to personally impress the company owner and founder, Mr. Knight. He’s notoriously hard to impress, and with his average job performance in nearly every way, Charles doesn’t seem to have much of a chance of being able to prove his worth.
That all changes, however, when Mr. Knight got divorced from his longtime wife and very obviously stopped having his physical needs met, if the near-constant prominent bulge in his suit trousers is any indication, at least. Charles knows he has to act fast before one of the female secretaries snares Mr. Knight for themselves, so he marches right into his boss’s office at the first opportunity and straight up offers to be the boss’s full-time personal cocksucker in exchange for a raise.
Mr. Knight was initially surprised at his employee’s bold offer, as well as frankly skeptical that the seemingly happily married straight employee had what it takes to meet his needs considering they haven’t even sucked a cock before. When he questions Charles about it, however, Charles is quick to offer an explanation.
Apparently, Charles had been quite the slut back in his university days and had had many encounters with both men and women and had even been his frat’s semi-official cum dump during his senior year. He’d been especially known for his oral skills and had been able to get anyone off with just his mouth and tongue. After he’d started dating his now wife, he’d stopped dating other women, although he’d still sucked a few cocks here or there before giving that up too once he’d actually married her, although he had gone out with a bang by sucking off nearly all his groomsmen during his bachelor party.
But now that he needed to provide for his coming family, he was willing to jump back onto the metaphorical pole and wrap his lips around the literal pole in his boss’s pants in order to get the extra income. His wife wasn’t exactly aware of what her husband had been doing with other men whilst they were dating or what he was about to do with his boss now that they were married, but as long as Charles kept her in comfort, she probably wouldn’t ask too many questions.
After hearing all that, Mr. Knight considered it with the same air he would a business deal, although Charles was hopeful of his chances, considering that the large bulge in Mr. Knight’s trousers had made an appearance. Finally, Mr. Knight decided to offer Charles a trial run of sucking his cock right then and there to see if he truly had the cocksucking skills necessary to be Mr. Knight’s permanent on-call cum dump.
Charles wasted no time in accepting the trial run by falling straight to his knees, pulling down Mr. Knight’s trousers to free the already hard cock from his pants, and swallowing it down in one practiced gulp. Mr. Knight hadn’t been expecting just how good Charles was at taking cock down his throat, and he’d grabbed the back of Charles’s head to control the pace of Charles’s bobbing head, which had been about to cause Mr. Knight to prematurely bust his load.
Charles was out of practice enough that he nearly gagged on Mr. Knight’s member as his boss manhandled his head back and forth along its length, but it didn’t take long for Charles to use his wet mouth and practiced tongue to bring Mr. Knight to release directly into Charles’s mouth. As Mr. Knight recovered his breath from the most intense release he’d had in years, he allowed Charles to remove his mouth from his still sensitive cock while still holding on to the back of his employee’s head.
As Charles withdrew, a combination of cum and spit hung in lines between Mr. Knight’s cock and Charles’s lips. At the sight of it, Mr. Knight groaned and offered Charles the permanent position of his personal assistant with a pay bump alongside it on the spot. As soon as Charles had gasped his acceptance to the offer, Mr. Knight had shoved Charles’s head back down and gone for another round of pummeling his new assistant’s throat.
When Charles’s wife heard about the pay raise he’d secured as well as the new job he’d acquired, she’d been so proud of her husband for stepping up and doing what was necessary to provide for them, even though she wasn’t totally sure what his new duties actually involved.
There were some downsides to him working his new job, of course, as he had to put in a lot of extra hours working directly under his boss, with him often not coming home until late, literally drooling from being so tired. She did detect a funny flavor whenever she kissed him on the lips when he got home, but he’d put any concerns she had to rest by telling her it was just the aftertaste of all the protein energy drinks his boss gave him while they were working late in his office after everyone else went home. Which was true, in a way.
When chatting online it was so easy to get excited. I told this man that if we met I wanted him to force me to worship his big fleshy ass - that I craved the scent of a ripe, musky asshole. And when he asked, "Do you want to sniff my farts?", I immediately agreed and told him that I wanted to take his farts right up my nostrils.
We agreed to meet right away but he added that he had worked construction all day and that he had eaten a big Mexican meal with lots of beans and cheese. "My ass is ripe and my farts are going to be moist and smelly!" I told him that is exactly how I wanted him and he warned me, "Better make sure this is what you want because once I lock your head into my 'fart box', you'll be sniffing my ass all evening.
I was excited but at the same time scared. And when he first sat on my face, the smell of his ass was heavenly - I loved it. But once he started farting it was another matter - the smell was so strong that I thought I might throw up. My body shook and I tried to tell him that I had changed my mind but he just laughed and let rip an even bigger deeper sounding fart directly up my nostrils. "You asked for this pig and there's no turning back."
It was a very long session. Me sniffing farts as he watched tv all evening. And when he was ready for bed he finally got up and released me. He laughed and said again, "That's what you asked for pig!"
I felt disgusted with myself. How did I let this big fat man use my face like that? But on the way home, I couldn't stop thinking about his ass and the sound and smell of his farts... And as soon as I got home, I turned on my laptop and sent him a message asking, "Are you free tomorrow after work?"
Going out to the movies with your friend for the first time in a long while. The theater was mostly empty but you someone ends up taking the empty seat next to you.
He's a chubby hairy dilf, has a huge bucket of popcorn to himself, as he sits you notice he has a warm aura of sweaty armpit that you can't help but smell as the movie starts.
As usual your friend falls asleep a fourth of the way into the movie, you try and focus but the smell keeps distracting you from the plot on the screen. The slobby dad next to you has been loudly laughing at the movie the whole time, without a care for keeping the theater quiet. Finishing his popcorn, he places the bucket on the ground, and rests his now free arm over the back of your seat.
You feel the heat from his open armpit warm up the air near your head and shoulders, his grey shirt, stained on the front from the butter on his popcorn as a large dark grey stain that almost caused the air around it to steam like breath on a cold day.
The sharp, oniony smell was so intense you began to tear up, but as you stole glances at him, he seemed almost a little bit handsome. You find yourself taking deeper and deeper breaths of the warm sweaty smell of his pit near your head.
After about ten minutes of sitting in his hot, sweaty funk, you feel like you're about to bust, his rancid dad pheremones have worn their way into your brain and you feel your crotch grow warm as you take deeper and deeper huffs.
You look at your friend next to you, still deep asleep, unaware of the smell or anything that had happened in the last half hour of the movie. As you turn to your other side to steal another glance at the dilf, you jump when you realise he had turned his head as was now locking eyes with you, a smug grin on his bearded face. You immediately break out into a blush of both embarrassment and the hormones now coursing through you.
"I could hear you sniffing that whole time, cutie." He raises his arm up, revealing wisps of dark long hair hidden by his sweat soaked sleeves. "C'mere, have a sniff up close, that's what you've been thinking about, right?"
Your mind was running a million miles an hour as you actually contemplated doing it, staring deep into the hot wet pit in front of your face. You turn back and look at your friend to be sure that she's still asleep. As you look back at him he grabs the back of your head and shoves your face deep into his warm armpit. The thick warm intense oniony odor brings tears to your eyes, but you can't help to keep sniffing and sniffing.
Suddenly, he pulls your head back out of his armpit and looks you in the eyes. "Hey, your friend won't be awake until the movies over anyways, come and sit in between my legs." Before you even know what you're doing your face is resting deep in his warm crotch, his hand resting in the back of your head pushing you into his musky balls through his shorts.
Deep breath after deep break of the intense musk of his balls full your lungs, when suddenly, you hear a deep, low buzzing. You wonder what that noise is as suddenly the space between your face and his crotch rapidly heats up. "Ahhh, Jesus, sorry kid, I was holding that one in since the movie started." As you start to process what he said your nose connected the dots even faster.
He was farting. He was letting out a series of quiet, farts out, directly into your face, in public. You prayed your friend was still deep asleep. The smell was one of the most intense things you had ever encountered. That greasy, beefy rotten smell was heating up every inch of your face, drowning you in the thick, hot gas. It felt like your were trying to breath in warm water just to take a breath of the thick moist air in that small space. But you were compelled to stay firmly against his gross crotch, pleasing him felt like nothing you had ever felt before, and being the only one he wanted to sniff up his gas was a feeling that warmed you up inside.
After 3 minutes of near constant farting in continuous bursts, your face is covered in his scent. He loosens his legs and slowly lifts you back into your chair, you look at the screen and realize the credits are already rolling. You barely even remember what movie you came in here to see. As you sit in a dazy while the credits roll, you realize the dilf has already left. Your friend rubs there eyes as they begin to stir in their seat.
"I fell asleep again huh. Did you try to wake me up at all during the movie?" You can't even begin to explain what had happened and decided to just say they had refused to wake up, but before you can start your friend interrupts. "Ewwww, dude did you fart? You smell awful! No wonder you didn't wake up you must have had to fart and been embarrassed huh, and uh... you might wanna wear some more deodorant next time too, I think you're starting to sweat through it and I can smell you..."
I barely ever write but was super horny this morning and busted this out, hope you enjoy it. Gross dilfs are a need
Going out to the movies with your friend for the first time in a long while. The theater was mostly empty but you someone ends up taking the empty seat next to you.
He's a chubby hairy dilf, has a huge bucket of popcorn to himself, as he sits you notice he has a warm aura of sweaty armpit that you can't help but smell as the movie starts.
As usual your friend falls asleep a fourth of the way into the movie, you try and focus but the smell keeps distracting you from the plot on the screen. The slobby dad next to you has been loudly laughing at the movie the whole time, without a care for keeping the theater quiet. Finishing his popcorn, he places the bucket on the ground, and rests his now free arm over the back of your seat.
You feel the heat from his open armpit warm up the air near your head and shoulders, his grey shirt, stained on the front from the butter on his popcorn as a large dark grey stain that almost caused the air around it to steam like breath on a cold day.
The sharp, oniony smell was so intense you began to tear up, but as you stole glances at him, he seemed almost a little bit handsome. You find yourself taking deeper and deeper breaths of the warm sweaty smell of his pit near your head.
After about ten minutes of sitting in his hot, sweaty funk, you feel like you're about to bust, his rancid dad pheremones have worn their way into your brain and you feel your crotch grow warm as you take deeper and deeper huffs.
You look at your friend next to you, still deep asleep, unaware of the smell or anything that had happened in the last half hour of the movie. As you turn to your other side to steal another glance at the dilf, you jump when you realise he had turned his head as was now locking eyes with you, a smug grin on his bearded face. You immediately break out into a blush of both embarrassment and the hormones now coursing through you.
"I could hear you sniffing that whole time, cutie." He raises his arm up, revealing wisps of dark long hair hidden by his sweat soaked sleeves. "C'mere, have a sniff up close, that's what you've been thinking about, right?"
Your mind was running a million miles an hour as you actually contemplated doing it, staring deep into the hot wet pit in front of your face. You turn back and look at your friend to be sure that she's still asleep. As you look back at him he grabs the back of your head and shoves your face deep into his warm armpit. The thick warm intense oniony odor brings tears to your eyes, but you can't help to keep sniffing and sniffing.
Suddenly, he pulls your head back out of his armpit and looks you in the eyes. "Hey, your friend won't be awake until the movies over anyways, come and sit in between my legs." Before you even know what you're doing your face is resting deep in his warm crotch, his hand resting in the back of your head pushing you into his musky balls through his shorts.
Deep breath after deep break of the intense musk of his balls full your lungs, when suddenly, you hear a deep, low buzzing. You wonder what that noise is as suddenly the space between your face and his crotch rapidly heats up. "Ahhh, Jesus, sorry kid, I was holding that one in since the movie started." As you start to process what he said your nose connected the dots even faster.
He was farting. He was letting out a series of quiet, farts out, directly into your face, in public. You prayed your friend was still deep asleep. The smell was one of the most intense things you had ever encountered. That greasy, beefy rotten smell was heating up every inch of your face, drowning you in the thick, hot gas. It felt like your were trying to breath in warm water just to take a breath of the thick moist air in that small space. But you were compelled to stay firmly against his gross crotch, pleasing him felt like nothing you had ever felt before, and being the only one he wanted to sniff up his gas was a feeling that warmed you up inside.
After 3 minutes of near constant farting in continuous bursts, your face is covered in his scent. He loosens his legs and slowly lifts you back into your chair, you look at the screen and realize the credits are already rolling. You barely even remember what movie you came in here to see. As you sit in a dazy while the credits roll, you realize the dilf has already left. Your friend rubs there eyes as they begin to stir in their seat.
"I fell asleep again huh. Did you try to wake me up at all during the movie?" You can't even begin to explain what had happened and decided to just say they had refused to wake up, but before you can start your friend interrupts. "Ewwww, dude did you fart? You smell awful! No wonder you didn't wake up you must have had to fart and been embarrassed huh, and uh... you might wanna wear some more deodorant next time too, I think you're starting to sweat through it and I can smell you..."
I barely ever write but was super horny this morning and busted this out, hope you enjoy it. Gross dilfs are a need
[Includes: Facesitting, farts, ass, sadism and bondage, unwilling victim]
Follow the story of Buddy the Elf as he smothers the entire naughty list under his fat ass, because tonight was like no other.
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Christmas Eve: 2:34 AM
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Well, besides Micheal, who was squirming in disgust with his nose inches deep into Buddy the Elf’s voluptuous ass crack. He sat proudly ontop of his face, holding his bed board for support as he lovingly smothered his victim.
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“Stop fucking squirming oh my god! You’ll wake your whole house up with that noise - idiot,” i hear in an irritated voice above me, my face being rammed and rummaged about by the two fat buttcheeks sealed in red velvet pants.
I can’t believe i let it happen, i woke up to tens of elves outside the window, climbing up ropes and high pitched voices coming down the chimney. It wasn’t long before Buddy was clammering through my window as he shot a sparkly green gun at each side of my bed, spiralling two ribbons of candy cane striped fabric to seal my wrists to either of my sides.
You’re probably picturing a four foot little baby faces squirt to somehow overpower me tonight, but Buddy was different. All of the elves looked pretty much the same, small and petite faces with perked ears, skinny and agile as they deliver Santa’s presents. But Buddy, Buddy was different, he was maybe 6 feet, regular substantial muscle and he looked so much older than the others, like he was in his early twenties.
This exact same thing happened last Christmas Eve, he snuck into my room for the first time and repeated the same process, like this was a regular routine for him. He rushed the window shut and eagerly climbed on me, resting his fat rump on my face for a couple minutes before he was out following the other elves, presumably going to the next house to smother the next late-teenage boy.
The meaty mountains of skin lift up, and i exasperate for air in the dim light of my bedroom. I cough as Buddy sits on my ribcage so abruptly, resting his legs as his kneecaps meet the sides of my head, holding me there.
“Hey kid, me again,” he grins, rummaging in the pockets of his emerald green body suit, candy canes fall onto my mattress as Buddy pulls out a cigarette, sticking it to his teeth to use his hand to cup the lighter at his face. It lights up and he takes a drag, my body still stuck under his meaty legs.
An elf appears at my window, dangling by an arm like a monkey at the top of the window edge. “Buddy! We need your help up here - why do you always have to sit on the kids?” he squeaks.
Buddy groans atop me, kicking up and shifting to the left to dismiss the irritating elf.
“Hey! This is not a kid! I’m not crazy, this one turned 18 last year and still hasn’t moved his ass out his parents house. So - go give his little sister that bike and i’ll give this one a special present alright? Shoo,” he waves his white glove at the window, mumbling around his joint.
Only when he takes the cigarette out and holds it in his fingers is when i get a proper look at him, he smiled atop me again, his white teeth glistening. It wasn’t a nice smile, in fact he was the meanest elf of all. He’s examining my face, seeing how much it’s changed from last year, seeing how well my features fit under his grimy taint. And i did the same for him too, staring at him in fear and disgust, whilst sharing an excitement, he had the same stubbled beard, manly jaw bones and fluffy brown hair that disappeared into his santa hat, sloppily stuck to his cranium. It’s difficult to resist when he was actually quite handsome.
“Finally find you again, you know out of all the runts i smother every Christmas Eve your one of my favourites? Such a comfortable face,” he mumbles, putting the cigarette back into his mouth as he pats you on the cheek.
Buddy checks his watch, and realise he’s running out of time. “Candy Canes, i should hurry up,” he reaches for his belt, stripped with green, red and white strips of colour, “Some get lucky enough to actually skip one of my farts, but i’ve cooked some up just for you Micheal.”
I groan, “Buddy, no…” but there was no stopping him. He was already climbing my face, his hand at my head as i’ve been stuffed deep into his thighs, feeling his asshole plummet onto my nose through the soft velvet of Buddy’s stockings, and the world went dark.
GGGNNNNTSSSFFF
I’m greeted with a filthy, raunchy fart to the face, i revolt as my skin warms against his gas, my eyebrows grimacing together as i sniff deep, Buddy’s fingers making circles in my hair. He sits back, throning my face as my forehead cuddles his bulge, Buddy shakes his hips lightly, enjoying the power he had over my oxygen.
“Yeah, remember that guy you pushed over on March 2nd in the streets? Remember that time you said your Aunts casserole was dry? Well, for 2026, remember the smell of my filthy ass, and the taste of my farts, fucker,” Buddy spits.
My face melts into his crack, warm as my nostrils reject any air, relying on Buddy’s unstable bowels for air, and i cry out.
“Aww, crying kiddo? Maybe stay on the nice list next year, that is if you haven’t moved out, i’ll fucking find you, every Christmas you’ll taste this asshole boy, every fucking Christmas,” Buddy rubs a circular hand on his buttcheek, giving it a hard slap, jigging it onto my face.
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“Buddy!!! Santas calling us- we have a minute!” I cry out from the window, unimpressed at the sight before me. Buddy had another kid under his ass, why does nobody stop him? It’s so gross.
He frowns at me, mumbling something arounf his cigarette. He’s sat like a bird atop a random boy, his feet flat on his chest as his thighs carry the curled fabric of his stocking pants, vanishing the victim under his bare greasy ass. It reaked, the skin of his fat ass of a donkey melting over their face, they barely fought back, i almost thought he was asleep.
“Fuck off - i’m busy here, i’ll be out in a minute,” he wafts his hand at me, and i scoff as i climb down the window, alerting the other elves.
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My nose pokes Buddy’s bare, slimy raw asshole as his cheeks force themselves over my face, and he banished me into my pillow as he sits on me heavy, his feet at my chest. I feel hands on my stomach, and they snake down to my pajama pants, and my cock is pulled out, half hard from this yearly torment.
“Quit your whining, gotta give Santa some kind of milk, you didn’t leave any downstairs,” he mutters, and i can hear the smirk in his devilish voice. He starts to pull at my cock, yanking the skin up and down. Buddy sighs, heavy this time as he relaxes.
“Gosh, some time to relax, every house we only have a couple minutes, glad i get to just sit,” he says, genuine, my penis loudly smacking the mattress under his rapid wanking. He slows down, applying another hand on my dick and i moan into his asshole, raunchy and foul.
He giggles, “Hey, shut up, that tickles.”
Ever so slightly, his ass gives way and kisses out a vulgar, smoggy shot of gas into my face, the majority entering my poor mouth. I cough, his ass smothering me back into the pillow as i shoot my loud, heaving breaths into his crack.
“Ahhh- there it is, knew you had it in you; so much cum from a few farts, pathetic.”
He cleans me up, coating his white gloves in my semen and throws his cigarette to the floor.
“The hardest part is leaving, but i… oh nah- just a sec,” his hips bludgeon me back down, and his sickly ass smothers my mouth.
GOOOOOOTFFSS
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Andddd… Thats Micheal gone.
“And he’s out, what an idiot,” i stand on his bed and adjust my pants, that’s another naughty one down, i hear their neighbours a jackass, i’m golden if that’s true.
I turn on his bed, his face asleep as it’s covered in my sweat, his nose and mouth ever so slightly stained in my dirty crack juices, the smallest hint of beige, my signature mark. I rub my hands over his face, smothering the fag with his own cum. That’s it.
“Till next year kid,” i pat him on his stomach, the cum on his bellybutton crusting. I pull a ribbon on his wrists and release his restraints, leaving the guy asleep. Fixing my hat back on, i’m out his window like a bird, following the other elves with sacks of presents, seeking out the next troublesome asshole.
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If you read to the end wow!! Thanks so much for reading and merry christm-ass! Please leave requests as i’m assumed to writing anytbing i think it’s remotely hot. I got a little sadistic and carried away with this one but hey! •
You joined the volunteers fire fighters at station 14 in the hottest July on record. It was a good job, respectable and honest; you just never accounted for how rowdy and raunchy they could get.
You lay on the floor I'm full gear save for a helmet and mask. The men a mill about drinking miller lights and eating firehouse chilli. Every fireman loves his chili and station 14 was no exception.
"Wrong" says Buck, chief of operations."This fire house was established in 1888 not 1988"
You had been forced to answer questions all week. With each wrong answer things just got work.
"Get in the motivation possitions Dom"
Dom cracked his knuckle and looked down at you with the devil's own smile. He crushed his beer on his chest and let out a belch. He was the thickness, hairiest, filthiest firefighter you had ever seen. He never changed his under armour. He delighted in stinking up the truck. He had finished his second pot of chili by lunch.
He got down on all fours, backing up on your chest so that his ass was only a few inches from your chin.
"oh god.." you blurt out as the smell hits. "Do you even wipe, Dom?"
He let out a snorting piggish laugh "Yeah, with rookies faces" he wiggled his cheeks for you.
"Shut it." Said buck. "Now, sudden death round. Get this right and you're free. Get it wrong and Dom's ass is your home till he gets bored"
"Chief can I unwrap the present for him?" Dom said. The chief nodded in response. Dom reached back and slowly peeled down his shorts. Even in the garage you could make out the wet sound of his well worn shirts being pulled from his ass. It was like flesh on leather. He was wearing a jock strap, so you could see his bulbous cheeks. The forest of gnarled and matted hair between his crack was a frightful sight. The shadows and depth his the quivering maw to the unique hell that was Dom's bowels.
"Your last question is: What is City Fire Inspector General Flannigan's Dog's name?"
You paused. You started to sweat. You knew this. By god you had to be right.
"Champ?"
There was a collective moan sprinkled with a few sighs and laughs.
"The dog's name is Asbestos. Fuck. Sorry Rookie you're in for it now. It's been years since we let Dom loose" Buck turned away. He couldn't watch. All but the most sadistic fled.
Dom straighted up. He took pride in slowly lowering his raw ass on your face. Centimeter by centimeter he let the supple flab ooze over your skin and consumer your face. He sat full weight. Your head was surrounded by asscheeks. You could only hear the muffled voice of Dom crying out in victory for someone to bring him more chilli "Extra onions and cheese I need this gas tank full for the rookie." He shouted. You could taste his sweat: salty with the indescribable taste of months of farts. You could hear the beasts in his bowels stir. He shifted and a crackling blast splattered across your face. It was like a wet balloon sputtering across the floor.
Dom groaned in pleasure. "Firemen eat chilli, rookies eat farts' he commanded. "Eat it rookie"
You inhaled. You coughed. God this was worse than you can imagine
"Big Dom is in charge of your training now and the first lesson is how to with stand my" he beared down with his full 269lb body. He let rip with a roaring fart that would shane a dragon. It was as foul as it was long. You nearly passed out. "Faaarts...aug. God I love this job. You like that rookie? I don't care. Your gonna get so much face time with my ass that you won't be able to start the day with out a fresh beef from the Dom"
Your eyes burned, but your mouth smiled. It took three months if training and choosing not to remember a dog's name, but it was all worth it to be at the mercy of Big Dom and his wonderful,horrendous,hairy, firemen's ass.
Ashton smothered with his meaty flutes and huge bubbly ass against my study desk, and i was in a bliss of man funk and the sour raunch of his taint against my tongue.
“Ah, i knew you’d be into it, they always like it,”. he mutters, and i hear the smirk in his voice.
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It had been my first tutoring session with Ashton, and before hand, he had let me know about his reward system.
He was 2 years older than me, in college. He stood a solid 6,2ft with broad, square shoulders that supported his thick neck, and i had fallen too quickly to his mischievous smile and soft, curly brown hair.
“Now this is how i reward all my students,” he says, sitting on my desk, sending pens and pencil sharpeners to the floor as he rests his hand against the wall, sliding back his sweatpants, revealing his bulbous asscheeks that melted over the plastic desk. “My sweet, sweet ass. I promise you’ll learn to love it, seriously, everybody i’ve tutored started off like you, pulling that face, thinking you’ll never subject to my sweaty shitter,” he mutters, spreading his crack with his thumb and finger.
“But by the end of this hour i promise you’ll be nose deep in here, and if you really don’t like it~ you’ll learn to associate academic success with frenching my ass,” he punctuates his sentence with two quick smacks to his cheek, they vigorously jiggle.
I didn’t particularly protest, just ignored him and focused on my studies for the hour. He sat a top my desk, clothed this time, with his feet at my thighs as they rested on my chair seat. For the hour, he was good, i can tell why my parents hired him. For the most of it i thoroughly understood things about science i didn’t before, but i turned my page to the final question, and i groan, slumping my head into my arms on the desk.
“Ugh man~ these questions are the worst!!! I just can’t be bothered..” i complain, my face at his thigh, his leg cocked up to rest on my arm rest. Ashton immediately kicks into action and shifts to the side, presenting his rear end to my head. “Hey, cmon, what did i say remember? Finish your work and you get to be nose deep into my asshole,” he sticks his finger over his sweatpants and poked at his taint, trying to find his pucker. That does, for a moment, honestly make me consider.
“Hey, i’ll even give you an appetiser-“ he can’t even finish a sentence without blasting a juicy fart in my direction, and i sit up, staring into his smirking, smug prick face. But i can’t help from smirking a little, and i can’t resist literally diving into his clothed crack, taking an embarrassingly loud sniff as i grab at Ashton’s legs and lower back to pull him closer. The smell is spicy, a little sweet and overall foul, it almost makes me dry heave.
“Oh yeah- fuck, now your getting into it, breathe.” he commands, my face cozy in his sideways crack.
He kicks me back into my chair before i can get another breath in, sliding my sheet before me, initiating i complete it before i get another taste. And i fix my hair and blink up at him, grabbing my pen. He was in complete control, he knew just how to twist my gut and make me yearn for his grossness- there’s no way his charm worked on everyone.
I rush through the question, my stomach too full of butterflies, and a little nauseous from Ashton’s previous fart. I scribble an answer and thrust the sheet in his face, he reads through it, i think, smirking the whole time.
“Not bad, i’ll let it pass,” he says, throwing the sheet to the floor. He gets up, standing both feet on my work chair and resting his hands on either side of me.
“Turn around, and put your head against the desk, you’ve done good, Kid,” he orders.
I frown at the nickname, me being only 2 years younger than him, but i still swiftly turn around, pressing the back of my head against the desk, sitting on the chair that now held both of our weight.
He sits on me before i can get a word out. We wobble about, my face adjusting to his bare crack, his sweat slowly seeping me deeper into his hole, my nose tightly kissing his pucker. “Oh your a comfy one, i call this one the brown noser,” i think i hear him say as he begins to rummage my head with his ass, sending me side to side as i get smothered. He suddenly releases a bassy, smoggy fart up my nostrils, flooding my sinuses with an old meat and soupy smell. Oh god. I choke down his gas, my hands reaching up to squeeze at his thighs from disgust. My eyes stained with pooks of tears that threatened to fall.
You wanted this.
I say to myself. He calms down, grabbing one of my hands and holds it against the desk, trapping me. Then i feel shuffling around in a pocket or two, followed by inaudible TikToks that overlapped eachother. He was sitting on my whilst casually scrolling on his phone, probably messaging his next victim. But i can’t say i’m not enjoying this, my raging boner would say otherwise, which Ashton’s heel momentarily rubs at every now and again, spiralling my eyes into my skull.
It had been 5 minutes.
In the corner of my eye, i see myself. Ashton had held his phone down to my face, and i really catch a sight of myself. He’s literally using me as a seat, my face disappearing into his ass. It was scary almost, how you could only see my forhead and eyes, yet it made sense why the back of my head was aching, Ashton was a heavy guy. He waits. Then farts into my nose again, my eyes frowning just as i hear the camera click.
“Just for the boys, don’t worry, they’re cool. Just keeping them updated at which twink i’m sitting on this week, i got another session booked tonight, another first time,” he wiggles as he talks, so devious.
After about 20 minutes, my head had slipped back so my mouth was gaped open behind his hole. I felt a bit like a toilet. Ashton had put his phone away, now sitting on me effortlessly as he slouched his face into his fist. He farts again, this time echoing in my throat, he smirks, looking back to me, my eyes rolled back into my head again as i wriggled and moaned. He laughs and looked down, my underpants darkened with my cum.
“You pig, cumming hands free to a mouth fart, i mean, do i really have to do anything? You oay me for being gross.”
And with that, he’s up. I catch my breath, my face moist and violet red from his ass mark. He’s already wiping his ass with a fresh homework sheet, too. He hands it to me, scrunched up and half brown.
“Next weeks homework, pig,” he winks, pulling up his pants, i realise he has no boner, assuming he didn’t get any sexual pleasure out of that whole experience. Meanwhile i can barely hold the sheet in my hands as my boner sticks out my pants.
“Later,” he mutters, leaving my bedroom as he gathered his things, leaving me in distraught. I think i need a shower.
When chatting online it was so easy to get excited. I told this man that if we met I wanted him to force me to worship his big fleshy ass - that I craved the scent of a ripe, musky asshole. And when he asked, "Do you want to sniff my farts?", I immediately agreed and told him that I wanted to take his farts right up my nostrils.
We agreed to meet right away but he added that he had worked construction all day and that he had eaten a big Mexican meal with lots of beans and cheese. "My ass is ripe and my farts are going to be moist and smelly!" I told him that is exactly how I wanted him and he warned me, "Better make sure this is what you want because once I lock your head into my 'fart box', you'll be sniffing my ass all evening.
I was excited but at the same time scared. And when he first sat on my face, the smell of his ass was heavenly - I loved it. But once he started farting it was another matter - the smell was so strong that I thought I might throw up. My body shook and I tried to tell him that I had changed my mind but he just laughed and let rip an even bigger deeper sounding fart directly up my nostrils. "You asked for this pig and there's no turning back."
It was a very long session. Me sniffing farts as he watched tv all evening. And when he was ready for bed he finally got up and released me. He laughed and said again, "That's what you asked for pig!"
I felt disgusted with myself. How did I let this big fat man use my face like that? But on the way home, I couldn't stop thinking about his ass and the sound and smell of his farts... And as soon as I got home, I turned on my laptop and sent him a message asking, "Are you free tomorrow after work?"
