Behind Closed Doors

By: causticblast

Sent Mail
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Re: Extended Office Hours
From: “Erin Burke” ([email protected])
To: “Adrian Vargas” ([email protected])

Hi Adrian,

Oh, thanks for the reminder! Yes, of course we can meet to discuss your capstone project. How about 2PM tomorrow? And don’t forget I’m not on the third floor anymore -- my new (temporary?) office is in 013B.

Erin
Erin Burke, PhD
Assistant Professor | Humanities and Cultural Studies
College of Arts and Sciences | Castellan University
[email protected]
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Re: Accommodations
From: “Erin Burke” ([email protected])
To: “Olivia Michaud” ([email protected])

Hey Olivia,

No worries at all! It’s the least I can do, given how much you’ve done for me already. In fact, I think you’re the best TA I’ve ever had in my career 😉

You can come by any time between 2-5PM tomorrow. The good news is, I think you’ll find that this new office is a lot more “accommodating” for our purposes than the other one. I’ll show you what I mean when you get here. 

Who knows? Maybe I’ll even ask Jeannette to let me keep it.

-Erin
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Part One: Office Hours

This is a weird place for an office, Adrian thought. 

Searching for Room 013B had taken Adrian a bit longer than he’d anticipated. Dr. Burke’s original office space on the third floor was in a well-lit corridor, near the rest of the department, where there was far more foot traffic as students moved between classes. But sometime last week, there had been some kind of freak drainpipe accident, flooding the hallway and damaging one of the walls. While construction was underway to repair the structural damage, Dr. Burke had been reassigned to a different space in the building’s basement. 

Adrian took a glance behind him before knocking. He thought he’d been around campus enough to know all the nooks and crannies. This, though, was new. Her makeshift “office”, as it turned out, was in a deeper section of the building that looked a generation older than the rest. The ceiling was covered by pipes snaking from hall to hall. A chilly draft blew through the entire space, despite a total lack of windows anywhere on the floor. A lone discarded office chair with severely tattered leather sat abandoned in a corner at the far end of the corridor. His footsteps felt particularly loud, bouncing off of these unadorned walls, backdropped only by an idle industrial hum. All the doors he passed looked like they led into maintenance closets and old storage spaces, not somewhere a professor would meet with her students. For her sake, he hoped the repairs didn’t take long. 

He knocked on the metal door. Three hollow clangs echoed. A moment later, it swung open. 

“Adrian! Ah, come in, come in.” 

His breath caught in his chest for an instant.

Even though he knew what he came here for, and he’d met with her dozens of times before, he could never quite get used to the actual sight of her. Her curly brown hair framed her face perfectly, trickling down to her shoulders. Her eyes were like gemstones, penetrating into his with a radiant intensity like no other. Her cute little button nose was just a tiny bit upturned in a way that gave her an adorable and extra youthful appearance, complemented by a pair of dimples that could inspire poems. A pair of full, glossy lips in accented crimson smiled at him, warmly, knowingly, with just a tinge of allure. 

She had a face that belonged on a magazine cover, not a university website. And if that wasn’t enough, the rest of her was equally attention-grabbing, with a buxom figure that was always tastefully covered yet never inconspicuous. Today, she was wearing a trim ochre blazer over a cream-colored turtleneck up top. Below that was a simple knee-length black pencil skirt and tights. It was festive, warm, cozy, professorial; there was no bare skin exposed, not even a modest cleavage. And yet, there was an aura of appeal…something intangible yet irresistible about her. A reminder that sex appeal could come in many forms, and that the quiet but dominant attitude radiating from a neatly-dressed curvy woman could be more potent than any slutty sorority sister. Frankly, for Adrian, it actually sometimes felt like she was an actress playing a hot professor in a coming-of-age movie. He had to remind himself that she was a real-life scholar, with admirable expertise in her field, respected for her scholastic achievements as much as her wit, charm, and approachability. Though, of course, he hadn’t asked for office hours to talk shop.

Erin Burke was one of the newest professors on campus, having only just started a year before Adrian started here as a freshman. With less than a decade of an age-gap between them, she was one of the few faculty members that Adrian had gotten to know personally. 

She was also the only one he’d ever slept with.

“...Hey, Dr. Burke. Sorry I’m late, this—“

“Oh, you can drop the formalities,” she said, smiling with a twinkle in her eye. “No one’s around. Just you and me.”

The heavy door slammed behind him. A sudden silence filled the air as he became hyper-aware of the absence of that idle hum from the hall. She turned around to walk him to her desk—which was just three shoddy plastic folding tables, like the ones student orgs used for events on the quad—and watching Erin take those few steps from the door to the middle of the room was enough to make his mind drift. 

The view of her flawlessly bottom-heavy figure was downright mesmerizing. Her buxom hips made themselves known through her figure-hugging yet workplace-appropriate skirt, with tiny tantalizing bounces revealed by each click-clacking step of her glossy high heels. It all seemed so effortlessly seductive. Professional attire or not, Erin’s delectably round rump was impossible to ignore. In fact, in such an outfit, it seemed that “less was more”—leaving her sultry body to Adrian’s imagination had quite the effect. Of course, he’d gotten to see her magnificent rear in full nude before, several times…slamming against his thighs, and the memories began to pour heat into his loins…

“How do you like my new office?” Interrupting his thoughts, Erin turned around and leaned against her desk. Her Christmas-ornament earrings sparkled almost as bright as her smile.

“Uhh, it’s…”

Adrian looked around for a moment, pulling his attention away from her juicy ass and instead running his gaze over the paltry furnishings. She’d clearly tried to make it feel more homey with some simple wall decor, but the pale fluorescent lighting was hard to overcome. One of the walls was actually just distressed, untextured concrete. The only window was a small single-paned slit of textured glass high up on the far wall, unreachable and unopenable. A metal cabinet stood idle in the corner, rusty door slightly ajar. 

“It’s…it’s alright.”

Erin chuckled at the understatement. “It’s a dingy shithole. But it serves its purpose nicely. Here, let me show you something.”

She gestured to a lackluster corner of the room, where two barren white walls soullessly collided with each other. Aside from a standard electrical outlet, the one notable feature was a slatted metal panel that he could reasonably assume led to some kind of airflow vent. Not quite getting it, Adrian stared for a second, then looked back at her, then back at the panel. The pieces clicked in his brain an instant before she made her naughty confession.

“I’ve been using this as a…personal fart dumpster, if you will,” Erin half-whispered with a devious gleam in her eye. “It’s perfect. Great suction, so it just practically pulls the stink out of here. Good thing, too, because the kind of stuff I’ve been putting out the past couple of days, hoo! I definitely wouldn’t want to be stuck here smelling my own fumes, you know?”

Adrian’s breath caught in his throat. This kind of talk was his kryptonite, and she knew it. 

“I’m so glad, too, because other than that, there is absolutely no ventilation here. Did you see any other windows on this floor? Windows that open, I mean.” A bit of seductive flair creeped into her steps, sashaying her hips with an extra attention-grabbing bounce. “Mm, putting me and my noxious ass in a basement for long periods of time is never a good idea. That vent there is the only thing keeping me from turning this room and maybe the whole floor to a steamy stink-sauna, let me tell you.”

She looked at him with all the excitement of a predator cornering its prey. She was playing with him, knowing just how much it turned him on to hear her talk about her nasty farts like this. He could feel his heart pounding in his ribcage, his cheeks growing warm and red, his willpower rapidly eroding. And if he could feel it, then she could probably tell, too. Erin leaned in closer with a gleam in her eye like a shark smelling blood in the water. The delicate bouquet of her perfume, an elegant aura of supple sandalwood and warm festive spice, trickled between Adrian’s mental defenses—a poetic counterweight to the raunchy fart stench she was just describing, amping up the anticipation by demonstrating the kind of smells that were definitely not in her fervent guts right now. 

Erin held that vixen gaze for another moment. Then, she pulled away, releasing him from the grasp of her eyes…though not completely. 

“Anyway, I figured it would be good to have a little system to help with the air quality in here. Don’t want you totally drowning in my fumes…again.” 

The reference wasn’t subtle, but it was effective. Memories of Thanksgiving break came flooding back to Adrian. The intensely heavy, meaty, and powerfully gusty farts that had overrun his senses, coming like a ceaseless storm, fueled by the fiber-rich force of a hearty roasted-vegetable feast and further enabled by a bottle of Zin. It had been less than a month, but the yearning to experience another fart-filled fuckfest like that had made it feel a lot longer.

“...Yeah, let’s try to stay awake for this one,” Adrian shrugged as nonchalantly as he could, while actively fighting a fire inside. “I thought I’d signed up for a bit of ‘freshening up’, not a full-fledged steam press to the face.”

“Hey!” Erin laughed and swatted his arm. “That position was your idea, you know. Not my fault you’d bitten off more than you could chew.”

“Well, it sure wasn’t my fault you’d had a bit too much to drink.”

“Oh, feisty today, are we?” Erin made a show of mock offense. “Keep up that attitude, and I might actually make you submit a capstone project.”

“The semester’s practically over.”
“Uh-huh. Which means that if I did, you’d have less than a week to complete it.”

“Oh, come on,” Adrian said with a chuckle. “You can’t be serious.”

“Mm. Maybe I am, maybe I’m not,” Erin said as she folded her arms across her chest, slipping into a thin veneer of professionalism. She tilted her head and gave him a sassy little eyebrow raise. “Seems like you’d be wise to do what your professor tells you to do.”

Adrian said nothing.

“Good boy.” Erin nodded towards her desk. “Now, pull that chair over here, by this corner. Take a seat, and don’t move.”

He obeyed. In the meantime, she was tying her hair up, something she’d so often do during these little trysts before getting too…physical. The sight of her fingers working at her up-do was just another thread on the bewitching canvas she was weaving, and he was wrapped in it tighter than ever. His eyes fell to her hefty bosom bulge, irresistibly restrained by her sweater, forming an unmistakable underboob cleft in its fabric that silhouetted her generous endowment. She caught his falling gaze with a wink, as if to tease him for his lechery while simultaneously inviting him further.

Then, she turned around, giving him an eyeful of a different bounty. She pulled her skirt up, inch by inch, with a delicate little dance as she wagged her hips from side to side. In doing so, she revealed that her tights were, in fact, not tights, but rather stockings that ended at the mid-thigh. A moment later, she exposed her full bare bottom.

“...No panties?” 

“Nope,” said Erin. “With skirts like this? Usually I prefer to be un-pantied. Pros and cons, sure, but the main upside…” 

Adrian could feel his eyes drawn towards the marvelous curves of her ass, as if it had its own gravitational field. Each plump buttock looked perfectly sculpted, so flawlessly smooth and round that they were just aching to be grabbed, spanked, squeezed, played with, worshipped. He wanted to dive facefirst right there. The miniscule bounces and jiggles with every little motion, exaggerated further by Erin’s mischievous seduction, only magnified the mouthwatering appeal of those succulent cheeks. 

“...Makes it so much easier to poop. Just have to pull up the skirt, just like this, and plop my bare butt right down on the bowl. One less step. No middleman between me and my sweet, sweet toilet relief.”

A shiver ran down Adrian’s spine. The fire in his chest was blazing southward fast. 

“It can be quite an important difference sometimes, you know,” she went on. “When I’m in a rush, and I can feel my stomach really rumbling and roiling…When I can tell that there’s a whole load of slop in my gut, weighing me down, too ready to push through my filthy shithole? When I know that I’ve got less than a minute left before my sphincter can’t handle the sheer mass of all that burdensome filth that’s begging to be unleashed?”

Erin reached down with one hand and pulled one cheek apart from the other, punctuating her filthy flirtatious remarks with accompanying visuals. Her fingers pressed into her plush buttmeat, leaving imprints in exactly the way he wanted to be grabbing it. Her hand looked so small against the massive wobbling mounds. And below them, he could catch a glimpse of her plump, glistening pussy. 

“And hey, even if I’m not in a rush, why would I want to slow myself down when I’m trying to unload a massive dump? I want to skip to the good part. The part where I can finally savor the throne, and luxuriously empty out my guts. The part where my asshole throbs and pulsates as I make it choke through girthy logs. The part where I fill up the porcelain under me with sloppy turds and steamy farts, painting the bowl brown and blasting bassy echoes throughout the whole bathroom.”

Erin peeked at him over her shoulder as she bent over more, letting her winking brown eye take a peek, too. Between her luscious cheeks, Adrian could finally see the epicenter of all that nasty action that Erin was narrating, beckoning to him like a pair of candied lips looking for an intimate makeout session. Despite what had happened to him last time, he still wanted to get on his knees and french-kiss that filthy puckering hole. He wanted to be trapped in there, head encased by her big round ass, mouth on her dirtiest parts. 

Erin pulled her hand away and gave herself a sharp smack on the rear. Biting her lip, she arched her back, pushing her delicious ass even closer to his face. A ravenous look in her eyes watched his expression with smoky desire. 

“And then I just get up and walk around, go about my day, with my little stinkhole pretty much uncovered. Exposed to the cold breeze…or at least whatever of it gets through my tight cheeks.”

Her voice got lower and lower, trickling over his ears like nectar. 

“And if I need to fart?”

Adrian couldn't breathe. His cravings were choking him. 

“Nothing filters out the stink. Just have to let it free.”

Her words hung in his mind as a heavy silence came over them. His eyes were fixed on the large barenaked ass less than a foot in front of him, frozen in a splintered moment, like a gun in the impossible instant between the trigger pull and the powder ignition. He knew it was pointed at his face. He knew it was capable of powerful sounds and devastating output. He knew what was coming. And he couldn’t do anything to stop it. Not that he’d ever want to. 

But, just as time seemed to take one more weighted step, Erin grabbed it by the hair and pulled it to a new direction. She spun around and put her hands on each corner of the chair. With her face where her ass was a second ago, she hooked him with a naughty smile and three hungry words. 

“Pants off. Now.”

Adrian took a second to let his brain process her demand. It felt like his whole head had just been ever so slightly broiled. He clumsily unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to his ankles, exposing the enormous tent in his briefs. 

“Ohh god, I’ve been thinking about this all day.” It was Erin’s turn to thirst. Her eyes widened in excitement, and her hands began making gentle movements across his shoulders and chest. Adrian watched her face melt a little, her carnal yearning starting to dissolve the candy shell of her seductive persona, as her eyelids fluttered and her fingers made slow traces down his pecs, his abs, his waist, his thighs…then back up again, slow and steady and methodical.

Stray synapses were misfiring left and right, still reeling from the sudden heel-turn of Erin’s performance. He could barely register her fingers when she tucked them under his chin, bringing his eyes back up in an endearing yet subtly dominant way. Her other hand had reached back up to his shoulder again. Her breasts were in his face, looking somehow bigger than before. Her perfume intermingled with her breath. He might have been drooling. He wasn’t sure.

Erin tilted her head to one side, her voice low and smoky.

“Hmm? What’s wrong? You seem…a bit off. Nervous, all of a sudden?”

Adrian didn’t have a good answer. 

“Was it something I said?”

Uhh, not really, he thought to himself, dumbfounded expression still frozen on his face. 

“Is it because I keep talking about my fat, smelly dumps?”

Hell no. In fact, you can keep going.

“Is it because we’ve never fucked on campus before?”

I hadn’t thought about that, but no.

“Or is it because…you’re expecting something?”

Her eyes remained transfixed onto his, undaunted and unwavering. And as she looked into his soul, she released a single fart that instantly shattered his somnolent hypnosis. 

A sudden torrent of fumes sputtered out from behind her, rattling through her bare plump buttocks unapologetically. He may not have had a nice view of that vile emission, but its power was most certainly palpable. Something about this makeshift basement-turned-office space seemed to amplify this crude noise, enhancing the sound of her powerful cheeks vibrating. The corners of her mouth creeped up higher and higher, mirroring the pitch of her fart as it droned on for a handful of seconds. All the while, her eyes never drifted away, not even to lose focus despite the steamy release. She was watching him for his reaction, indulging vicariously in his arousal. Right as it ended, the stench hit his nose—taking the long way round, apparently, given that she’d been pointing her ass away from him. Gradually, little by little, the smell hitting his nose grew more intense, as if the fumes were taking their time in filling up the room. The bulk of its stench could only be described as meaty, with a rancid richness reminiscent of the bathrooms of a greasy hole-in-the-wall burger joint. The ends of the stench were curled with sharp acridity, with a faint but unmistakable layer of the telltale sulfur-rich stench of eggs and dairy. 

“Something…like that?”

A feeble moan slipped out through his lips. The sudden—and seemingly completely effortless—way that she’d just tainted the air behind her with a foul cloud of that very same gutrot that she’d been floridly describing earlier, like it was just one more thread in the web of seduction she was weaving, and not an utterly nasty thing for a woman to be doing.

Before Adrian could even formulate a thought, let alone respond, Erin farted again. A shorter, yet equally powerful burst of gas forced its way out, adding an extra dash of stink with a ferocious roar. 

“Mmmhhhhh…”

Her intensely intimate expression blurred away as she wasted no time loosening a third fart, this one much lengthier than the previous two. Her eyelids fluttered in relief, and her lips gently parted midway through, letting a little sigh escape. A second wave of thick meaty stink washed over Adrian’s senses with a few seconds’ delay.

As the aftermath of stench rolled on through, Erin’s eyes refocused on Adrian, apparently finding his facial expression somewhat amusing. A coy smirk re-emerged on her face. As he watched, dazed by how quickly she’d managed to effluviate a cloud of awful farts that hung around them, she slowly got on her knees and brought her hands onto his thighs. There was an unspoken urge that tethered their minds together, but there was no need for any more words to be said. She’d let her big, round, and unapologetically gassy ass do all the talking.

With a gentle yet firm gesture, Erin spread his legs and brought her face up closer to his throbbing member. She gave a soft, breathy laugh when she noticed the small droplet of desire that had formed a wet spot at its tip. Eyes ever locked onto his, she gave it an agonizingly slow lick through his briefs. Her tongue flicked at it once, twice, three times—then froze, and withdrew. She made a soft grunting noise as she pushed, making a face that was somehow still adorable and seductive at the same time while she was ripping another fart.

“Nngh…”

Adrian could feel the vibration against the chair on this one. Truly ferocious, like the roar of some massive beast awakening from its winter hibernation, this fart continued to pour out of Erin’s plump, powerful rear for an impressive number of seconds. Another wave of hot, sulfuric, meaty wind swirled over him before it was even over. As it ran its course, her hand tightened its grip on his thigh. Her eyebrows screwed themselves up tightly, scrunching her face into one of escalating effort. The sound from her back end took a sudden shift in explosive power, dipping sharply into a deep, bassy rumble before steadily climbing back up in pitch. 

“Haaahhh…” 

When it was finally over, Erin slumped over to one side, satisfied with the deluge of foul fart stench that she’d just dumped out. Looking back up at Adrian, she leaned her face against the cotton silhouetting his rigid cock, pressing her cheek against it endearingly. Adorable, yet sexy. She was so damn good at that.

Her eyes darted back down to its length, and he could practically hear her saying, right, where were we? 

Her hands went back to caressing his muscular thighs before she planted her lips on the side of his member. A perfect mwah from a dewy kiss left a wine-red mark on his briefs. She winked at him, and farted again, much shorter this time, with the sound of a terse, angry lawnmower. Another kiss, this time on the other side, with the same movie-quality sound effect from her lips. And then another abrupt, piercing fart. Another kiss. Another fart. Kiss, kiss. Fart again. All the while, her eyes flickered like candlelight, with her loud, bare ass in full view behind them like a rising moon over the horizon. 

“Oh my god…”

Adrian’s breathing grew deeper and heavier, taking in more of that rotten reeking miasma each time. The delicate, affectionate feather-touch of her lips against his throbbing rod, interlaced with the shamelessly raucous cannonade from her nastier side. It was such a perfectly erotic performance that he was in real danger of losing his load. And he hadn’t even taken his dick out yet.

She kept this up for an agonizingly long while, taking it at a downright tortuous pace with deliberate pauses between each little kiss to give a little effeminate groan or relieved sigh. Her guts seemed to be in no danger of running empty anytime soon. If anything, her farts seemed to be coming more frequently and getting longer each time. His eyes could barely even keep focus. He kept oscillating between lolling his head back, staring at the ceiling while the sound of her putrid dumpster farts tickled his ears, and looking back down at Erin’s smoky gaze. 

Just when he thought he couldn’t handle it anymore, he felt her fingers tugging at the waistband of his underwear. He obliged. With all that she’d done to him in the last several minutes, his full dick was practically spring-loaded as it emerged from its lipstick-stained sheath. As one last tease, Erin got low against his loins and licked the whole length, running her tongue slowly from base to tip. It was a good thing she only did it once, because Adrian was about to go outright feral if she teased him any longer. Fortunately for him, she couldn’t hold out much longer, either. Her hair was tied back, her lips were moist, and his cock was aching for it. 

She tried to start slow, but soon enough her thirst won out. The sloppy noises of her mouth sliding up and down his shaft replaced the sounds of her kissing it. On the other hand, the crass noises blowing through her curvy backside remained exactly the same. Every so often, she grunted with her mouth full, pushing out an extra-hefty fart that sounded like it came from especially deep in her rumbling colon. She was casually blasting away, pouring tons of fumes into the room with the singular vent that could barely keep up. If not for that, Adrian knew deep inside that Erin was right earlier. This place would feel like a thick, swampy mess, all thanks to her nonstop farting. 

This was the best damn blowjob of Adrian’s entire life. He was barely holding it together, trying to stay on this plane of existence. It felt like every single one of his senses were being overloaded. Her soft lips and limber tongue on his cock, slurping and gulping on it with such intensity. Her hands on his thighs, fingers splayed out across his quads to give her a stable platform to keep up the dauntless pace of her sloppy blowjob. The sight of her plump, ripe, shapely buttocks behind her, magnificent in their sultry curvature even from this angle. The way her glimmering pupils only ever broke eye contact when a monstrous, gurgling fart came pouring out of that gorgeous ass. The ever-growing violent stench that persistently raided his nostrils with the ghastly aftermath of greasy meat and cheese passing through Erin’s prolific digestive tract. The way her soft moans sounded through her busy, wet lips with his cock filling the space between them. The growing warmth on his skin, knowing that it wasn’t the central air, but rather the fetid, tainted air of her rampant farting. 

She reached out to grab his hand with hers, guiding it to her hair. He gripped a fistful with his fingers, and she hummed in satisfaction. In return, she moved one hand to his balls, toying with them as dexterously as ever. His jaw swung open, moaning into the heavens.

“Oh, fuck…!”

Erin’s ass replied with a grotesque moan of its own, as if insistent on getting the last word. Its foul noises carried with a strange undulating pattern, in sync with her head now vigorously jerking up and down to work the full length of his shaft. The point of no return was barreling towards him. 

“Ahhh…mmffhhhhhh…holy fuck…! Oh GOD, I…I’m gonna—”

His fingers clamped down on her head. Her lips clamped down on his. 

“Ooooouhhhhh…”

His eyes widened, lost focus, his hips bucking skyward. With every pump, she was getting pulled deeper, until he was pushing cum straight into the back of her throat. Finally, he went limp, slumping into the chair. 

With a big showy gulp, Erin made her mouthful vanish, smiling up at him irresistibly with slick and sticky lips. She blew a sloppy kiss up to him before her face scrunched up again, and one hand fell to her stomach, clutching it. She nudged and massaged her gut for a second before one more violent, rippling fart exploded out of her back end. 

Out of breath and in a post-nut haze, Adrian muttered, “can you…can you do that to my face.”

Erin giggled. “Easy there, soldier.” Her head rested on his lap. “Didn’t we just talk about this?”

“I can…I can take it.”

“Uh-huh.” 

Her eyes screwed up again, and another quick burst of gas echoed off the walls. She looked like she was about to rip a follow-up fart when they were rudely interrupted by a knock on the door. 

Adrian’s heart nearly jumped out of his ribcage. Pants at his ankles, leaky dick out, room full of stink—was a very compromising position to be in. 

Erin, though, seemed to keep her cool. “Just a sec!” she called out to the door, before lowering her voice to a whisper. “Okay, you need to hide.”

“But where!?” he hissed back, bolting to his feet and looking around. The room was barren. Nothing to hide in. Nowhere to even hide behind. 

“The vent.” Erin rushed to the corner and pulled off the panel covering it. “Get in there.”

Without the time to put his pants back on, he just threw them into the shaft and decided to crawl in his underwear. On his hands and knees, he got his shoulders through the vent entrance before realizing that he couldn’t possibly turn around in there. Deciding that he’d rather have his face pointing towards the less musty side, he turned around and backed into the shaft. 

“Help me with the cover?”

“Yeah, I got it,” said Erin, placing the metal shaft cover back over the hole in the wall. “You’re gonna have to hold it in place, though. No time to screw these bolts back in.”

“Got it.” Adrian scrabbled at the edges, his fingers finding purchase on the slim metal seams of the cover. Pressing them down against the walls of the vent seemed to do the trick. His shoulders felt a bit awkward, but he could get used to it.

Through the slats, Adrian watched as Erin hurriedly pulled her skirt back down over her ass and thighs. She was still smoothing out the wrinkles with her hands as she sat back down at her desk.

“Come in!”


Part Two: Just Between Them

“Hi! Hope I’m not interrupting anything important!”

The slats gave Adrian a surprisingly good view of their surprise guest, though it took Adrian a second to try to recall where he’d seen her before. 

She sauntered in, brown boots lightly squeaking against the floor from the snowmelt. His gaze traced up, along the denim that was hugging her lower half quite nicely, up to her black pullover hoodie carrying some kind of cool colorful pattern on it. It wasn’t easy to make out her facial features from this angle, but he could see that she was a head shorter than Erin, with wavy blonde hair to her shoulders. Her soft, silky voice was definitely familiar.

“Hey, Olivia! No, not at all! Come on in!”

Olivia… The name was enough to begin jogging his memory. But from where?

“Thanks for, uh, the continued ‘accommodations’, even after you had to change offices,” the newcomer was saying.

Accommodations?

“Oh, seriously, don’t worry about it. Like I said in my email—it’ll work just fine for you, maybe even better than the old one.”

It finally clicked. During his freshman year, she’d been one of the two TAs teaching an intro seminar course. He remembered thinking she was extraordinarily cute, super nice, and generally someone that he’d ask out on a date. He also vaguely remembered her having a boyfriend that year. She was a second-year graduate student back then. That would make her a fifth-year now. 

“Mm. It smells kinda…” Olivia paused. “I don’t know, just smells really…musty in here.”

Erin played it off. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m still getting used to that. It’s an old building.”

“Hm.” Olivia didn’t sound totally convinced—but she seemed to let it slide, something else more present on her mind. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

With what? Why are you here?

“Oh!” Erin had her back turned to the vent, but her smile was audible. “Yeah, because of this thing…”

She got up from her seat and walked over again to Adrian’s hiding spot, as if she hadn’t just snuck him in there mere seconds ago. “This right here? Better than any dedicated office air purifier machine I’ve ever seen. Much better than the one we’ve been using in the old space, anyway.”
Olivia blinked, not quite getting it. “Okay?”

Rather than trying to explain with words, Erin just bent down, sticking her skirt-clad ass out towards the vent entrance—and, of course, Adrian’s face. There were a few seconds of silent suspense. All three knew what was coming. To Adrian in particular, it felt electric. She’d farted in his face before, sure. But with someone else present, watching? Even if she didn’t know he was right there…this was a whole different thing altogether. The thrill of fucking his gassy professor was always defined by the risk of getting caught. And now she was about to basically announce it, but in a secret code that only the two of them could understand.

A few heartbeats later, Erin’s curvaceous bottom loosened a terse, aggressive fart that practically split through her tight skirt. It was on the short side, but held a lot of raw power behind it.

“Hooh! Excuse me! Been holding that one in for a bit,” Erin said, fanning her face. Such an apologetic gesture seemed wildly out of place after she’d just been farting over and over again, shamelessly defiling the room with her fetid gut stink while slobbing her lips all over his dick. She hadn’t been holding in anything for awhile, and they both knew that. But Olivia didn’t. 

“Ahem. Yeah, turns out this…vent, or whatever this is, is very good at sucking out undesirable fumes from this room.” Erin straightened up. “Or, I guess, any smell at all. Just takes a little time, and it’s best if you ‘feed’ it straight from the source, if you get what I’m saying.”

Olivia didn’t seem to be terribly fazed by Erin’s butt-burst. Instead, she just stood with a satisfied smile, which was shortly interrupted by an unmistakable sound emanating from her stomach. 

“Ough…”

Olivia clutched her midsection through her thick sweatshirt. Even from behind the panel, through the idle whirring of the vent around him, Adrian could hear the sinister gurgling. 

“Well?” Erin put her hand on Olivia’s back, gently ushering her closer to Adrian’s corner. “Sounds like you need to give it a try.”

The source of that gurgling stepped towards him, and he reflexively held his breath to keep himself hidden. He could only see her legs and her hips now. And goodness, was she thick. Lusciously thick, practically bursting out the seams of her denim. He couldn’t remember if she’d had such an evocative figure three years ago. If not, then she’d clearly been eating very well. Before she’d even turned around, he could tell that the view from the back was going to be outright breathtaking. 

“Ooh, no kidding. My tummy’s been cooking up something big…”

And breathtaking it was. Olivia’s ass looked like it had been sculpted by gods. Flawlessly round, with every inch of lascivious fat in just the right place, it was just so plump and appetizing. It was the kind of ass that could actually engulf an entire head and still leave room for more. From Adrian’s angle, it looked more pornographic than actual porn that he’d watched. Combining that with the unsettled burbling noises coming from her stomach made for a truly amazing spectacle. He didn’t have to wait long to hear the other audible byproduct of her unstable guts, either.

“Mmh!”

With a cute little closed-mouth squeal-moan, Olivia started to push a viciously powerful fart through her tight jeans and into Adrian’s face. It sounded mean, impatient, and loud as hell. It started out a bit muffled, as if straining to get through all that juicy flank meat and its denim confinement, but then found its rhythm as it surged in strength, becoming a ferocious fart that rivaled some of Erin’s worst. Unlike Erin’s earlier farts, though, this one was unmistakably bubbly.

In retrospect, it made sense. She was consistent. Cute, bubbly face. Effervescent, bubbly personality. Bulging bubble butt. 

Bubbly farts.

Adrian was hit with a steady stream of starchy fumes, loaded heavy with pungent spices. Olivia’s ass was unrelenting as it unloaded, and he just had to take it facefirst until it was over. Already, despite it being just one fart, he could tell that this stuff was difficult to breathe in. It was inexplicably thick, filling his lungs with ease and reluctant to leave. 

“Mnngh-hhohhhh, I needed that…” Olivia said with a deep sigh of relief.

Erin had a big, warm smile plastered on her face as she waved her hand in front of her nose in an overly dramatic way. “Oof, that’s some strong stuff!” 

“I warned you, didn’t I?” Olivia said with a nervous laugh in her voice, coming out of her post-fart high with just a tinge of embarrassment.

“Uh-huh. I think you’re not quite aligned just right with the ventilation shaft. Here, let me help keep you steady…”

Adrian watched as Erin got down on her knees and put her hands on either side of Olivia’s pants-straining bubble butt. Olivia made no attempt to stop her. Clearly, they were very close. Like, unprofessionally close. Erin’s fingers were splayed out on either side, gently gripping each buttock and easing her backwards, getting gratuitously closer to Adrian’s vulnerable face.

Erin’s head peeked out from the left, and Adrian thought he’d made eye contact with her for a second. Just as he was second-guessing himself, he saw her smirk, silently biting her lower lip and winking at him. Then, she called up to Olivia.

“Okay, I think that’s good. Give it another try?”

“Alright, bombs away—”

With her fists clenched and arms out on either side in an adorable pose, Olivia began farting again, ready to unwittingly bathe Adrian in her heavy fumes once more. If it wasn’t clear the first time, it was definitely clear now: this girl’s farts were dense. Thick as her own backside, these fumes pummeled his senses with a weighty punch, which would have been enough of a show on its own. 

But this time, Adrian was watching Erin’s face reacting to it, too. Her mouth hung open as Olivia’s ass bubbled ferociously, making a vividly aroused expression at such an impressive display of gassiness. The fervent sound of Olivia’s rancid farting mirrored the wild passion in her demeanor. Her eyes darted back and forth between Adrian and Olivia’s rampant butt, as if to say, are you seeing this!?

Adrian, of course, was doing a lot more than just seeing. Being inside the vent made it much more obvious to him that there was an air pressure gradient, creating a gentle yet persistent inward current that pulled air out of the room and into his hiding place. In practical terms, this meant that damn near every single particle of Olivia’s fervent release was getting funneled in his direction. No wonder it was hard to breathe through this stuff. He found himself gasping for some cleaner air through the barrage of farts, as it became apparent that Olivia’s noxious gas cannon wasn’t going to stop for a break any time soon. Wave after wave of thick, rancid heat splashed against his face with only seconds between each one. His cock hardened against the metal under him, already springing to life again, refractory period be damned.

All the while, as the sound of waterlogged trumpets and the stench of her thick carb-rich farts rattled against the inside of his skull, Erin didn’t let up on making obscene gestures and sultry facial expressions. With Olivia’s round rump getting more shameless and violently loud, Erin rolled her eyes back in an overdramatized near-orgasming silent moan. Her fingers seemed to be gently massaging Olivia’s ass, savoring the texture of her ample butt meat. On one particularly big long bubbly release that felt like it would just never end, she pressed the side of her face against her rumbling ass and used one hand to make a wafting motion towards herself, like she was quietly sniffing up her student’s toxic fumes. She had time to make four big long dramatic inhaling gestures, chest moving in and out, by the time Olivia made a little closed-mouth moan and finally took a momentary ceasefire. 

“Hooaahh, damn, I’ve been so pent-up.” After such a mammoth release, Olivia heaved a big sigh of relief. She grabbed the front of her sweatshirt and began flapping it, stirring the air within to cool herself down. “Are you sure this won’t, like, backfire? What if this is just, y’know, pushing my farts through and stinking up some other part of the building?”

Erin snapped out of her silent seductive fart-porn persona and switched right back to her usual, innocent professor role. “Oh, I’ve churned out my fair share of air pollution through here. No one’s complained so far. Or if they have, no one’s been able to trace it back to here.”

Olivia didn’t say anything, and without her face visible, Adrian couldn’t tell whether she’d bought that. Either way, it didn’t stop her from unleashing another fiercely bubbly fart. It caught Adrian off-guard, considering he hadn’t expected her guts to be reloaded so soon. “Ngh…Yeah, well, don’t be surprised if you start hearing some complaints. I made the mistake of getting extra falafel at lunch today.”

“Was it good?”

“Oh, yeah. So good.”

“Where from?”

“Zero to Gyro? On Lethbridge?”

Another fart, shorter than the rest, like it slipped out. 

“Oh my god, yes, their falafel is so worth it. Honestly, their hummus, too.”

“Hah, yeah. But I bet you wouldn’t be saying that if you had to deal with this…” Olivia said, grunting as another fervent stream of bubbles escaped her talkative backside. 

Erin laughed. “I still would, actually. My noxious butt will stink up any office after getting a meal from there. It’s not just the amount, it’s also the smell. Although I suspect the feta may also be a culprit in that…”

Adrian could scarcely believe what was happening. Right in front of him, separated by less than a foot and a thin metal panel, his professor-with-benefits and her favorite grad student were making idle conversation about foods that made them gassy. One of them had her jean-clad bubble butt practically pressed against the vent, flooding his senses with the actual raunchy fart fumes that they were talking about, in real time. The other one had her hands wrapped around that same gassy ass, making tantalizingly succubine expressions right at him, silently exploiting his fetish and her potent farts at the same time.

How the fuck did I get here?

“I have to say, I’m truly impressed with how little I can even smell it,” Olivia remarked between foul cannonades. “I’ll have to come here more often.”

“Right? Seriously, it’s like it just sucks all the fumes right in. Or, well, out, I guess.” Erin winked at Adrian for that slight slip of the tongue. “Funneling all that gas out of here for someone else to deal with.”

Olivia seemed to remain oblivious to Erin’s veiled references, now much more preoccupied with unloading her bloated guts. She bent over even further, hands at her midsection, which made her ass look even more voluptuous as it bulged out towards Adrian. Her jeans were visibly struggling to restrain all that luscious volume. Erin’s fingers continued kneading at its softness, and judging by her hungry face, she was just about ready to dive facefirst into its plump, foul expanse before Adrian could. It was bad enough that the whole vent situation made it impossible for him to motorboat that ass and take its bountiful exhaust point-blank; but with Erin being acutely aware of his desires, and using that to her advantage, was downright torturous. To be so close, and yet so far. At least he could find solace in the incredible loads of bubbly gas that this cute blonde was cramming down his hidey-hole.

“Ohh, I think we might be here a while…” Olivia muttered through clenched teeth. The sound of her intestinal distress was nowhere near as loud as her actual farts, but it was clear enough. 

Right, add “bubble guts” to the list, Adrian thought to himself. Damn, it sounds like an active volcano in there, like almost cartoonishly rumbly. Fuck…

“Don’t worry about it. I’m in no rush.” Erin’s voice insisted on maintaining the illusion. Her eyes still bore an unmistakable appetite. 

“Well, stay down there at your own peril,” was all Olivia said before her gassy barrage began anew. 

“Ngh…”

Erin scrunched her nose at the rancid noises coming out from between Olivia’s hefty buttmeat again, clearly savoring the beany stench of her digestive prowess as it blustered past her fingers and into the wall. She winked at Adrian again, and mouthed the word “nasty” with a giant teasing grin. 

Was it possible for bubbles to sound deep? If so, that was exactly what Olivia’s ass was doing. Rich, gulpy noises continued to burst out of her cheeks like the guttural roaring of a massive beast. The evocative sounds of each disgustingly bubbly fart were only interrupted by the girl’s adorable moans of relief, signaling the slow but steady deflating of her troubled gut. Then, just a few seconds later, another grotesque noise would emanate from her thicker end. That stark whiplash between her adorably girly demeanor and her monstrous, raucous flatulence was tickling him in just the right way, his heart pounding in his ribcage as he took it all in. And the smell… Holy hell, was it intense. In such a confined space, every passing second seemed to intensify the hazy smog sitting thick and heavy in his lungs. The multi-layered stench was rich with earthy, shitty overtones, full of tingling spice and garlic, scritching at his sinuses and turning his throat gravelly. 

With no signs of stopping any time soon, Olivia’s rancid fumigation continued fouling up his limited air, coaxed by Erin’s hands at every step of the way. Truly, it seemed her guts were a veritable fart-churning factory with industrial levels of productivity. Even Erin seemed to be having trouble keeping up appearances, as her face slowly softened from her deliberately seductive vixen facade and just outright looked on in awe. Her hands slowed down, fingers still gently grabbing her meaty haunches but not as kneady as before. There was an unmistakable adoration in the way her eyes fell to the constant bubbly assault emanating inches away from her, almost a feeling of disbelief at beholding such a powerful force of nature, tinged with perhaps a sickly sense of pride in her student.

For Adrian, however, he was reckoning with Olivia’s monumental flatulence in a very different way. His arousal was losing the battle against his essential biological drive. He turned his head to suppress a cough, knowing that letting it out would be the end of his secrecy. His cold metal hiding spot felt like it had warmed up by a couple degrees by now. The narrow space was absolutely saturated. Breathing was getting difficult. His cock pressed beneath him was absolutely enjoying this violent bubbly assault, but his chest was starting to feel the pressure.  

“Houff, okay, okay…”

Adrian turned his head back to see Olivia straightening up again, and Erin with her. Though he’d miss staring at that deliciously thick ass, part of him was glad to see it, given how strained his breathing was starting to get. 

“Taking a break?” He heard Erin say. 

“Yeah, just, uh, real quick…”

Oh. She wasn't done. 

“Mind if I take this off?” Olivia gestured to her hoodie. 

“Yeah, sure. Getting pretty warm in here, huh?” Erin walked over to one side of the room, out of Adrian’s view. “Let me turn down the heat…”

“This place has a thermostat?”

“Yeah! Honestly, I have no idea what this room was supposed to be when they built it.”

A few moments later, Adrian heard a metallic creaking noise behind him, followed by an abrupt silence as the mechanical humming of the HVAC seemed to turn off. Immediately, he could feel the airflow change around him. More specifically, the vent had stopped sucking room air inward, and was now in a neutral state. For a second, he figured that this was good for his rapidly degrading air quality, now that Olivia’s monstrous farts weren’t being literally siphoned into his face. However, he would soon be proven wrong.

Olivia tossed her hoodie onto Erin’s desk, revealing just a bra underneath. Her pudgy belly was exposed, forming a little muffin-top bulge where it met her tight jeans. Her enormous rack was almost as hefty as her butt, which would have been a welcome sight to admire if she hadn’t immediately turned around again to point her ass towards the vent. 

Erin started to say something, out of Adrian’s view somewhere at the side of the room. However, she was quickly interrupted by Olivia’s growling stomach, louder than before, now that it was bared. 

“Oh, fuck!”

A sudden explosion forced its way out through her denim-bound buttocks with such force that Adrian nearly flinched and lost his grip on the panel. This shotgun-blast of a fart came before she could even get her hands to her disquieted belly, not that it would have helped. Adrian got hit with another short wave of bubbly stink. 

“Ooh. Sounds like we’re just getting started, huh?” Erin’s voice bore genuine concern, although without seeing her face, Adrian was hesitant to give her credit for that. He’d already seen the two-faced deception that woman was capable of. 

Olivia just groaned in response. A tiny prrt escaped her back end. 

“Didn’t realize you were this backed up.”

“Ngh, I don’t think I did, either…” Olivia said weakly. “I’ve really outdone myself today, huh? Could definitely turn a few rooms into saunas with these…”

“Need a chair?”

Olivia nodded, and Erin brought her one—the very same one where she’d given Adrian sloppy head a few minutes ago. Instead of sitting in it, though, Olivia draped herself over the back of the chair. She adjusted her pose for a moment, finding just the right spot for the backrest to press against her ever-grumbling stomach. Then, with gentle back-and-forth motions, rocking on her heels, she began using the chair to rub her belly. 

“Ohh, there we go…”

Erin chuckled softly. “Feeling better?”

“I will, after some more of this—“

More fearsome farts tore out of Olivia’s meaty curves. And yet another barrage was levied against his face, Adrian couldn’t believe just how fucking gassy she was. Fetish or not, this girl was an actual fucking biohazard. Her ass was relentless. He’d fantasize about her sitting on his face, but he’d probably lose consciousness in two minutes flat—while she’d keep punching holes in the ozone layer for another two hours. At least with Erin, he’d be able to savor her farts a little longer. 

The heat might have been turned down, but the temperature in Adrian’s little hotbox was only continuing to escalate. The fervent arousal in his fart-fetishist nature was starting to lose its fight against his lizard-brain instincts when faced with such a downturn in air quality. He tried to cover his nose and mouth with the sleeve of his shirt, but his hands were stuck pointing outward in front of him to stabilize the grate. Craning his neck all the way still couldn’t get his face to his shoulders. 

Worse, the heavy earthy stink seemed to be clinging to his every pore, creeping into his body through every open orifice. It took him a moment to understand why it felt more oppressive than before. It dawned on him that there was now no force behind him cleaning out the excess fart fumes, sucking them further back down the ventilation shaft and deeper into the building’s innards. That was something he had been taking for granted. Without the suction, the shaft had become an ambient fart funnel. All that stink that had been getting pulled away from his breathing was now going to pool at the entrance, right where he was. He was getting hotboxed by farts inside a tiny metal tube, trapped in the shadow of Olivia’s tremendously gassy ass.

Minutes melted into one another. His chest felt like lead. His eyes were starting to water, and he couldn’t reach up to wipe them. Erin’s hands and face reappeared next to Olivia’s well-fed thighs at some point, but he couldn’t make out her features as well as before. Between getting his face bathed in falafel-induced gutwreck, he could barely see her lewd expressions. His mind filled in the gaps, and figured she was doing the same silent-moaning and lip-biting as before. Still hot as fuck…just not the most pressing thing on his mind at this point. It was hard enough to keep still, keep silent. 

Olivia suddenly moved away from the vent, fanning behind herself. “Ugh, sorry, I’m just…I’m getting so sweaty.” 

Adrian thought he’d been spared, but only for an instant, before he noticed her hands working at her waist.

WHAT. 

Erin seemed totally unfazed. “Go for it!”

NO.

Her belt clinked loose, and his fears were confirmed. One leg at a time, Olivia peeled away her jeans and cast them off to the side, leaving only a thin, battered pair of striped panties between her cheeks. There were small yet noticeable holes in its fabric, bearing battle scars earned from a lengthy term of service. These fibers had clearly borne the brunt of her fierce, hefty farts for a long, long while. Adrian watched in real time as she reached back to pick it out of her massive crevasse, only for it to ride right back up again on its own, followed by a second attempt with her delicate fingers that immediately proved similarly fruitless. The dimensions of her ass were evidently insurmountable. Her poor panties were destined to be wedged in their dank depths.

Face-to-face with Olivia’s thick, sweat-slick buttocks after having his airways filled over and over again with her nonstop fumigation, he began actually fearing for his health. There was no escape from the impending fart storm; even if the vent behind him led any deeper into the building, it didn’t matter, as he had to stay here and keep the vent cover pressed into place. He couldn’t even cover his nose. Both his hands were occupied.

“Is it just me, or does it stink a lot more in here now?” Olivia said, almost to herself. “Really putting this vent to the test…”

“You’ve still got room back there,” was Erin’s reply. “Maybe get in a little closer.”

Olivia took a step backward, and darkness engulfed Adrian. Mere inches separated his face and her sweaty cheeks. He could actually smell her bitter, musky aura radiating off of her. Streaks of rancid moisture dripped around her thighs and fell to her legs. Her panties were basically a thong now, devoured by her plumpness. His heart was pounding in his chest, no longer dominated by arousal but instead by distress. For the first time, he felt he understood what it meant to be a “deer in headlights.”

“Aauhh, here it comes…”

An uproarious fart echoed against the sides of the vent, filling it instantly. No longer restrained by too-tight jeans, Olivia’s juicy flank wobbled in resonance with the raging thunder. The contours of light and shadow against her generous curvature accentuated the motions, leaving Adrian near-hypnotized. A massive wall of rich, earthy fumes smashed into his face, as did a few microdroplets of sweat that had been freed by the eruption. A second later, Olivia farted again, even bigger this time, determined to free herself of this persistent tummyache. 

Dazed by the sudden rush of unbreathable air in his system, like he’d been pulled under by a riptide, Adrian felt his wits dissolving. The raw, unfiltered power of Olivia’s massive sweaty farts were putting his fetish to the test. 

Through an eye-watering haze of bubbly blonde fart fumes, all he could see was the mouthwatering yet detestably foul ass taunting him for his low tolerance. The untamed curves gently jiggled with every little motion. If he only had stronger lungs, he’d have been able to fully enjoy the view. His willpower was eroding, even his rock-solid hard-on flickering with uncertainty. 

Another beastly growl rumbled from her pudgy middle. One hand clutched her gut, coarsely rubbing it as the unsettling noise continued. There was a storm brewing inside her, and its scale was terrifying to imagine, especially after all the dozens upon dozens of farts she’d already dumped into the vent. 

Then she reached back with the other hand, pulling and spreading one slippery cheek to give Adrian a truly appetizing show of her luscious ass that he lacked the full lucidity to appreciate. Under different circumstances, he would be excited. But with stink-saturated airways, he could only find distress. 

Though gulpy at first, this fart quickly graduated to a deep and violent bellowing that thundered out of her bloated bowels with a renewed intensity. It felt almost surreal to be faced with such power. Damp, putrid gas flooded out of her, followed by a deep, breathy moan. Her fingers played with her ample thickness for a moment, massaging it. Adrian’s senses were overloaded now. He could barely process anything. Breathing became the prime directive in his mind. Everything else came secondary to his survival instincts screaming for cleaner air. 

Then she farted again, with that same ferocity. And again, and again…

Time fell away. Adrian’s head fell to the cold steel beneath him, cheek pressed against the surface while his nose and mouth strained to get enough oxygen. The billowing waves of heat washed over him with the mercilessness of the tides, and all he could do was stay afloat, struggling in silence, praying it would be over soon.


Part Three: In and Out

Erin leaned the panel against the wall and offered her hand. “You okay in there?”

“Hhnuuunghh—khff-khhk!...” Adrian could barely manage a groan of displeasure as he pulled himself out of that practically steaming hotbox. He felt like he was still wearing the smell of Olivia’s thick, sweaty farts on him, like he’d been sprayed by a very curvy blonde skunk. 

That girl…

“Hooh!” Erin waved a hand around her face as he emerged, while an unwaveringly coy smile remained affixed to her lips. “She’s a talented gal, isn’t she?”

“Talented…” Adrian coughed out the word, along with what felt like a couple spare gallons of Olivia’s ruthless gas that had sat in the base of his lungs. “Yeah, you could say that.”

Finally finding some respite, he took deep breaths of much-needed air with his hands on his knees. He eyed the door to the office with a certain unease, like he was half-expecting Olivia to barge right back in—Oh, sorry, I swear I was just on my way out, but my tummy was rumbling again, and I think I need to shove another few hundred mind-melting farts into your poor unsuspecting ventilation shaft…

“Think she’s done?” He asked wearily.

Erin responded with a cute little laugh. “Did you see her practically skipping out of here? That girl walked out of here ten pounds lighter than when she walked in.”

“I can honestly say that I didn’t, actually,” Adrian said, recovering his breathing. “I was too busy trying to stay awake.”

“Awww, that bad?” Erin put a gentle hand on his arm. “My big, strong fart sniffer was almost blown away by Olivia’s little toots?”

Adrian just blinked at her. What?

She giggled at his dumbfounded reaction. “Oh, relax, I’m just teasing. Even I’ll admit, she came pretty, mmm, loaded today. She’s always had a solid set of pipes in her, but damn, not usually this much.”

He had to admit, hearing her admire her student’s gassy guts was definitely doing something for him. “You guys do this a lot?”

“Yeah, she’s been coming by my office for the past few years, whenever she needs to offload a whole bunch of gas. Sticks that cute, juicy stink butt on an air purifier and rips until she feels better. This was her first time in this new space, though. It’s been our little secret, so I expect you to stay silent about it, too.”

“Oh, yeah, gotcha. Of course.” Adrian nodded. Erin and her secrets. “She called it her ‘accommodations’...?”

“Yeah. Except being exceptionally farty isn’t really a disability, so obviously she can’t ask the university to provide an actual fart-filtering machine.”

“Does she have a…a condition?”

“Not that I’m aware.”

“She’s just…like that?”

Erin seemed mildly amused with his questioning, with a quizzical look on her face. “Sure. She’s just ‘like that.’”

He hesitated for a second before delivering his next line. “Is she single?” He joked.

Erin gave a fake pout. “Hm. And what if I tell you yes? What are you going to do?”

She took a step forward, causing him to step back. Adrian felt a sudden shift in her eyes, the way she angled her chin a bit, the way her fingers played with her hair. Subtle but unmistakable.

He played along, smiling. “Maybe I’ll ask her out.”

Erin gave a deep, exaggerated sigh, shaking her head at him. “Sorry, honey, but she’s out of your league. You admitted it yourself…your lungs can’t handle her guts.”

Another step. His back hit the wall. She had him pinned.

“We could make it work.” His mind searched for a way to keep up this playful banter, this back-and-forth foreplay. “I could just ask her to keep her fat, gassy ass pointed away from my face.”

Her hands ran across his chest, honeyed fingers slowly forging trails across his pecs. With smoky, half-lidded eyes, she dared him to taunt her again.

“Where else would she point it?”

His hand reached around her waist, bringing her even closer. The arch of her back invited his tender grip. “I have a few ideas.”

“Yeah?” 

Even closer now, Erin’s hands moved up to the wall on either side of his head. Adrian could feel her heavy breasts pressing against his chest. Their eyes were tethered, a jolt of energy between them like jumper cables. She took a slightly larger breath through her nose, as if savoring the leftover stench of Olivia smeared over his face. “Like what?”

“Like the ways you’ve shown me,” he said, his voice low, near a whisper. He raised his knee just a bit, between her thighs, gently pressing against her intimates. A little maneuver he’d used with her plenty of times before; far from the lewdest thing they’d done together, but it had never gone unappreciated. This time was no different. Her eyes flared for a moment, pleasantly surprised by his audacity. She started to ride his leg, rubbing herself against him in slow motion, enjoying herself one sultry breath at a time.

Then, in a flash, Erin bit her lip and whirled around. Before he’d even realized what was happening, her big, perfectly plump ass was pressed onto his lap, strained against her tight skirt. Even through such limiting attire, he could feel her supple curves rubbing all over his cock—and his lack of pants certainly helped.

“Like this, you mean?” 

With the vibrant sound of a muffled horn pressed against his groin, a huge gust of warmth flooded over him, superheating his cock with foul stink and washing over his thighs. Erin shot him an equally steamy look over her shoulder. With a single release, gently loosening the seal on her gut, she’d turned the tables on him. And she knew exactly what she was doing.

“She’s such an innocent gal, that Olivia,” she was saying, ignoring his breathy gasps. “I bet she’d never do something like this for you, even if you were her long-time boyfriend.”

Was she a professor or a stripper? The way her hips were moving, she might have been both. This was the Erin Burke that few would ever get to know, the shamelessly gassy intimacy that was hidden underneath a shell of feminine maturity and academic esteem. Scholar, seductress, campus siren, room-clearer...she had it all, and was willing to share that with him.

“Come on, Adrian. How long are you going to keep this up?”

Adrian looked down at the flawlessly sculpted mounds rubbing against him, forming a perfectly plump silhouette straining against her skirt. All that friction was sliding the skirt up, bit by bit, to reveal a tantalizing bit of underbutt—perfectly doughy and soft, practically begging to be grabbed…or have his face buried…or clapped and fucked tenderly from behind. He could feel his brain cells slowly eroding at just the mere image of her luxuriously framed buttocks against his hips. But of course, Erin wasn’t content with just giving him a view. Again, without warning, a rush of noxious heat tainted his dick. Erin gave an extra-naughty moan at the end of this one, followed by another short little burst, like her ass always had more to say. 

“Just because she’s gassier than me, just because she’s got loads and loads more nasty, bubbly, rancid, nose-fucking, lung-filling fumigators pumping through her guts…”

…Such a way with words…

Each vividly evocative adjective from her mouth was accompanied by a single slow gyration of her hips against his. She was pulling her skirt up even higher, too, until nearly all of her ample, rotund buttmeat was exposed. Each luscious buttock, faintly glistening with a thin veneer of sweat, looked and felt more erotic than any lapdance ever imaginable. Round and spankable, utterly motorboat-able, emanating a musky aura layered heavily with her bowelborne perfume. His prominent bulge was entrapped between them, drawing the bewitching boundary between her two plump cakes, sinking slowly into the swampy warmth of her fetid crevasse—just like his psyche was. Truly, he was losing himself in those cheeks, in more ways than one. The tainted bouquet simmered into his nostrils and engulfed his brain. The soft yet demanding friction along his shaft massaged him with silky promises of a happy ending. 

“...Doesn’t mean she can do it better than I can.”

Her hands reached back, gripping along his hips, and she pulled herself even tighter onto his lap—her plump, warm, generous ass splaying over his member, steam-pressing her fumes right into his intimates. It was like she was marking him with her stench, infusing his cock with the odors from the depths of her guts. 

“Mmmgh…!”

Pressed this tightly, Erin’s next fart felt like an earthquake rattling his entire skeleton. For a few precious seconds, she launched a ferocious bassy rumble from her bare ass right into his already throbbing shaft, tearing it up and sending plumes of sulfur-rich stink up towards his face. This was her way of toying with him—pushing and pulling his attention, first with a very saucy “introduction” to her unbelievably gassy grad student, then by immediately reeling him back around her finger. All his buttons were at her disposal, and she was just going to keep pushing them until he caved.

“Come on. I’m right here. I’m practically begging for it.”

Adrian reared his head and groaned towards the ceiling, hands groping at her waist and hips without even realizing it. He was practically rutting at her gassy ass, rocking his hips back and forth while a wet spot formed on his briefs at the tip of his dick.The fumes in the air were corrupting his mind, twisting him into nothing more than his animalistic desires. Perhaps if he was afforded a moment of respite, he’d be able to cool himself down. But Erin, of course, would never give him that chance. Her ass was relentless, pouring another heaping dose of hot aphrodisiac, fresh from her bowels. And as if it had something to prove, the moment it stopped violating his loins with gas, a deep, guttural growl emanated from her midsection. An unmistakable sound heralding more to come.

Erin’s eyes lit up. It seemed she was excited by the prospect of her own imminent gassiness. She pulled away from him again, another step in her tantalizing waltz, and sat on the edge of her desk. With a hooked finger, she beckoned him closer. Her stomach groaned out another timely complaint.

“Mmh! Listen to that,” Erin whispered, hand on his shoulder. “Listen. That’s my gut churning, my little fart factory preparing more of your favorite treats for you. It wants you. It’s calling out for you.” Another low growl, longer now. “Hah, fuck, my bowels just can’t sit still…”

Adrian’s hands fell to her legs this time, which had opened up to let him in close. His hands slid up their smooth complexion and slowed as they reached around the edge of her thighs, lingering on the crook of her hips. Her free hand wrapped over one of his, and she gently guided him along her curves. His fingers, fueled by the heat from her hips, danced along the sides and reached behind her, savoring the hefty flesh of her generous backside. 

“Just think, your yummy cum is mixed in there, too, getting turned into more of my nasty gas.” Her eyes were like stolen jewels—a forbidden promise in them, ensnaring his gaze, impossible to turn away. “Think about that. Your seed becomes more fuel for my farts. Isn’t that so hot?”

Together, their hands snuck their way behind her waist, where she’d led him to the zipper keeping her tight office skirt in place. He began fumbling with it. It was hard to focus. 

“You can have all of it. All that putrid gutrot, all that nasty shitstink, all those scrumptious stinkers spewing out of my fat, juicy ass. I’ll blast them wherever you want. Just as long as you rail my fucking brains out.”

And just for good measure, her ass spewed out one more mating call. This time, pressed firmly against the wooden surface of her desk, it blasted violently with the aggressive sound of a chainsaw, bringing an evocative new frontier to the concept of “ripping ass”. Pens and paper rolled away at the sheer intensity of her bassy vibrations. Adrian’s hands froze in place as they rattled in unison. He could feel this fart radiating vile heat, blowing out of her like it hated fresh air. Rich, meaty stink surged up to his nostrils. 

Oh my fucking god. 

“Well?”

His fingers were practically shaking as they finally found purchase on the zipper. Not about to waste a second, Erin leaned back and lay down across her desk to slide her skirt off her body. With a smile, she sensually cast aside her skirt, tossing it onto her office chair. 

Adrian had a decent view of her pussy for the first time today—a neatly trimmed bush, inviting lips, plenty of glistening arousal already—which immediately bounced a dim new thought into his head. 

Condoms…I need…Should be…In my pocket…of pants…Where pants…

“Stop looking around like a doofus and help me with this sweater.” 

Erin brought her hands to her midriff and began lifting up her top, exposing her ample chest. Adrian reached to help her as her head pulled themselves out through the neck of the sweater, though there wasn’t much to help with. His hands—and his eyes—fell to the black silky bra framing her well-endowed breasts. Her proportions were irresistible. They jiggled a little as she adjusted herself and pulled her arms through the sweater. A dainty bit of sweat dappled their surface, with just a faint whiff of her damp feminine musk emanating off of her. 

That was when he noticed the condom poking out from the left cup, tucked away for him, pressed into her large heaving breast. She’d come prepared. 

“Seriously?” Adrian plucked the condom out of her bra as she was tossing aside her sweater and re-tying her hair. “Are you trying to be a pornstar?”

She gave a coy little smirk in return, her seductive attitude incorrigible. “Like I said earlier…I’ve been thinking about this all day.” She leaned over to rip a quick casual fart, eyes still fixed onto his. Though short, the desk still amplified the power behind its brassy sound. “Now shut up and fuck me.” 

His breaths weren’t his own anymore. She had him totally, utterly, completely hooked. 

“Yes, ma’am…”

Adrian pulled down his briefs, unwrapped the condom, and put it on. Erin licked her crimson lips and eased him closer, grabbing his forearm and pulling it in so that his hand was on the desk behind her head. Their loins kissed for a moment, electricity arcing between them. 

“Holy shit, you’re so wet,” Adrian whispered, his dick gliding across her slick lips. 

“I swear, I thought I was going to make puddles, the way I was fucking dripping wet when Olivia was bombing your face,” Erin admitted. “I could feel it leaking down my leg…”

She trailed off, mouth hung half-open in anticipation. He guided himself closer, first gliding along her lips and barely brushing her clit. 

“Hhaahh…”

They shared a deep, yearning sigh, pausing to bask in the blazing heat kindled by the delicate spark ignited by their pulsating intimates. His head was pounding, his heart racing a million miles an hour. He steadied himself before slowly, agonizingly, nudging her petals apart and easing in the tip of his cock. 

Her eyes found his again, re-centering her affection and her desire, her raw unadulterated hunger. He felt like he was going to explode. He froze for a moment, one inch deep in her warm, yielding, moist flesh, trying to steady himself. He took a deep breath and felt a little shuddering sensation roll down his spine. Residual stink from both Olivia and Erin tickled his nostrils. He needed to slow everything down, let it catch up to his thoughts. 

But Erin wasn’t having any of it. 

“Holy shit, just fuck me already—“

She grabbed him by the shirt and tugged him forward, plunging him deeper into her greedy, desperate cocksheath. Her supple warmth enveloped his member with a welcoming embrace. And right as she pulled him deeper into herself, a gust of heat slipped right out of her ass with a short, raunchy, gulpy sound. A splash of meaty stink suddenly hit his balls. Her guts must have been readjusting themselves in her needy body, because a high-pitched borbling sound was audible immediately after. 

All of that—the look of horny desperation on her face, the sudden rush of heat as he filled her up completely, the extra release from her overworked and unstable bowels—was enough to break him. His hips were thrusting into her before he’d even realized it. He had to steady himself with an arm against the desk, face practically brushing against her breasts, while he found a rhythm for his hips. 

“Ahh, fuck…!”

With legs splayed out, Erin’s entire lower body started rocking in sync with his. Her hand moved up to her breast, pulling it out of her bra and toying with her nipple between her fingers. A low moan signaled her pleasure, insisting that he keep going, just like that. 

“Mmngh, god, yes.” Her eyes were going in and out of focus, slowly beginning to lose tethering with this earth. As if on cue, a massive, bassy cannonade bellowed from her ass. For several seconds, undaunted by Adrian’s cock delving into her, she unleashed a lengthy fart that bathed his thighs in a deluge of warm, putrid stink. Her wobbling dumptruck was sending an enormous truckload of gas crashing into his bottom half. Its horrendously loud noise was broken into nasty spurts between each of Adrian’s vigorous thrusts, which slowed down only because he felt like his brain was short-circuiting. It was so much to take in at once. 

“Haahhh…!”

Maybe she had been saving that massive gut bomb for him. Or maybe she’d momentarily lost control over her constantly volatile intestines. Either way, the colossal flood of noxious stench infused his mind, peeling apart the folds of his brain and stopping his thrusting before she was even done. She responded by making an absolutely devilish face at him, with feisty seduction blazing across her lips, eyes chastising him for losing focus, as if she hadn’t just blasted his balls with a massive plume of shitstink. 

“Come on, Adrian. Use that thick shaft of yours to unclog my plumbing. Rearrange my bloated guts.” Her words were dripping with heat. Her eyes were on fire, blazing with precipitous passion and shameless desire. “Fuck me ‘til I’m farting all over your cock.”

She wanted something from him, and by god, she was going to get it. The urgency in her voice pushed him even harder, deeper. He could feel her clamping down on him, their heartbeats palpable in each other, pulsating in synchronized thirst. Erin’s head collapsed back onto the desk, and a long, whimpering squeal came from between her teeth. 

“Oh, my god, fuck…!”

And sure enough, her backdoor began groaning out a series of loud, sloppy farts between his cock pumping in and out. The passionate fuck-slaps of their loins and their unsuppressed moans were intensified by the low bassy noises coming from the depths of her unfettered bowels. Erin’s damp asshole sounded like a pair of boots trudging through thick, wet mud. The warm stench of meaty shit came in loose spurts, tickling his balls and enveloping his body in a shroud of intimate gutrot. Raunchy tendrils of fartstink curled up in his nostrils. Her incessant farting was slowly but surely engulfing him, tangling in his airways and staining his lungs with her signature scent.

As their hips pounded together, table creaking in distress, the sounds of her gassy release continued to get more frequent. Short sputtery farts were getting strung into one lengthy blowout after another, like her hyperactive gut was letting out its own series of foul, guttural, fuck-crazed moans. 

“MMMmmmmfffffuuck…Smell it…Haa-aahh…Sniff it…I-I want you to—nngh!”

Words tumbled off her lips before falling apart entirely. Her hands were busy, one on her breast and one on her clit. She kept locking eye contact with him before losing it again under the waves of pleasure. She was surrendering control, whimpering in broken rhythm with his thrusts. All the while, her steamy asshole just kept farting.

“Mmn-mnhh-mnghh-hhhnhh-mnnh-hmmmhh…!”

Adrian felt like his head was on fire. He had to cool down, or he wasn’t going to last much longer inside this buxom bloated seductress. Panting, he bent forward over her, putting one hand out onto the desk to steady himself. With eyes mere inches apart, he slowed his thrusting, taking an extra second to feel his full length filling her before pulling back. That seemed to slow her gut, too, as the long unbroken string of sputtery farts came to a halt. 

She responded by dragging her fingers along his arms, her lips parted, breathing heavy, clasping her hands around the back of his neck. He could feel her legs doing the same around his waist. Their desires melded into one, her pleasure becoming his, yearning for more. He was falling into her gaze. There was not a shred of innocence behind them, no sign of the cute and affable new professor on campus, all blurred by desire and a room full of thoroughly bowel-tainted air. 

A monstrous growling arose from between them, making him freeze mid-thrust. His eyes fell to her stomach, roaring its frustration at being restrained. Drawn towards it, hypnotized by the epicenter of her stink-churning cacophony, Adrian reached out and planted both hands onto her stomach without even thinking about it.

Immediately, he could tell something hefty was moving around in there. 

As if responding to his intruding fingertips, her gut growled again, gurgling for what must have been half a minute at least. He could feel the turbulence inside her, and it was almost frightening. The vibrations tickled the tip of his pulsating cock, still resting-but-not-quite-relaxing in the warmth of her pussy. The resonance of her rumbling guts, palpable through his hands and his dick, sending a shudder up his spine…it was a surreal experience, like he was getting more intimate with Erin and her delightfully, unfathomably gassy body than ever before.

“Haah…See? She’s feisty…” Erin said in a breathy tone, gently urging him to massage her midsection. “Feel that? That’s her way of saying, you’re not done yet.”

Her eyelids fluttered, beckoning him to start pumping his throbbing member into her again. And with synapses already fart-fried to bits, he was in no position to deny her.

But only a few seconds into resuming their lovemaking, Erin winced as a short but much higher-pitched growl came from her middle. Her eyes scrunched up, seduction replaced by discomfort. 

“Wait, wait, wait…” She held up one hand, nudging him away. Her other hand reached down to her stomach. “Nngh-uhhh…!”

A terse yet venomous fart tore through her cheeks and exploded against his legs, sending a violent plume of fetid heat crashing into his body like a powder cannon. He felt himself slip out of her pussy grip, and an instant later, an unquestionably shitty wave of gas coated the inside of his nostrils. 

“Agh, FUCK!”

Not even a second after she practically blew Adrian back with a huge fart, she groaned again, clutching her belly with both hands and turning to her side. The sound of a T. rex drowning in tar bellowed out of her bowels with unprecedented ferocity. Adrian took a reluctant step back.

Her legs squirmed as the violent digestive rumbling went on, before finally settling down into something that was giving Adrian quite the view of her magnificent yet menacing ass. Her plump thighs were stacked one atop the other, her slick arousal practically dripping from her flowerbud. With one hand, she pulled her voluptuous buttocks apart, lifting one wobbling cushion to unveil her bare, puckering fartbox. 

“Aaah-hhhnnaahhh!”

Nothing could have prepared him for what came next. Erin’s curvaceous ass erupted with preternatural force that dwarfed any of her previous releases. This was an absolute hurricane fart, instantly fumigating his lungs in two seconds flat—and then going on for at least another ten. The saccharine pheromones of sweaty sex was utterly wiped out by a storm-force gale of torrential gutstink smashing into him like a brick wall, with a mind-bogglingly deep and bassy roar that drowned out her own moan of relief. It felt downright catastrophic. Adrian could feel its furious vibrations in his bones, clamoring off the walls like a natural disaster. His sense of smell was dominated by its oppressive heat and stench, like the air itself was being melted down and forged into something new, something toxic. 

Erin heaved a sigh as if bringing herself back down to earth. Then, like it was nothing, she bounced her tastefully thick hips and cocked her head at him, eyes back to her usual lustful gaze. 

“Ohh, sorry, Adrian…” She looked like she was posing for a boudoir photo on her desk, not like she’d just unleashed a metric ton of brainmelting miasma into her already poorly-ventilated office. “Think she was real eager to thank you.” 

Adrian was still staggered, practically shell-shocked from the thunderous blast. The pungent fumes still hung thick around him, soaking into every fiber of his being. He managed two words. “Sounded angry…”

“Okay, then maybe she was mad that you kept shoving her around.”

She then turned herself over, bending herself over the edge of the desk, ass pointed directly at his cock.

“Pressing my bloated belly against the desk might help loosen up the rest,” she said, gently rocking her hips back and forth in an overly suggestive manner. “Plus, I think you prefer this view…”

Adrian’s brain was still catching up. It felt like it was stuck…perhaps in something thick and soupy, and reeking of the aftermath of a protein-heavy diet. 

“You look hot from any view.” 

Erin smirked. She raised one hand then brought it swiftly down on one of her plump cheeks with a ringing smack. “Shut up and fuck me.”

“...Okay.”

His mind now completely shattered by her ass gas, Adrian approached her in a hypnotic haze and obeyed her cloying command. They found their rhythm again in no time, his hips smashing into hers and savoring the soft, bouncy cushions of her luxuriant rear. She was right. He did prefer this view. 

More raunchy farts continued to greet his senses, though with much less power behind them—it seemed she’d gotten the bulk of her fermented gutstink out of her system, and now the “aftershocks” of her recent detonation were all that was left. They spilled out of her with the haphazard irregularity of a brimming pot of water being jostled around. The vile scent of sewage, rich with meaty grime and eggy sulfur, entangled with the tangy sweat and saccharine juices of their reckless passion. The air in Erin’s office could not possibly be more vulgar than it was now. 

And as if the smell wasn’t enough, the sounds tingling against Adrian’s eardrums were just so hot. Between the inconstant bursts of Erin’s remnant intestinal fumes, her mouth hung open in moans of ecstasy. It was the truly shameless kind of moaning that sounded almost like she was in pain, crying out with animalistic barbarism, her mind occupied by only one thing. And his mind was no different. Pounding against her stubbornly farty buttocks was his sole objective. 

Soon, he could feel her shaking and quivering, her whole body unsteady, destabilized by pleasure and passion. Seconds later, his whole frame shuddered as he filled his condom, hips lurching forward with an instinctive drive to push himself deeper into her warm embrace. For a perfect moment, frozen in unfathomable pleasure, he felt like he could never pull away.

Then, the moment passed. His culmination nearly collapsed him. His fingers gripped the edge of the desk just to stay on his feet. 

While he might have been spent, Erin was still riding the high, cresting one orgasm and clamoring for another. She reached back and grabbed his hair with carnal vigor, and before she even pulled him forward, he knew what she needed him to do. 

For a brief instant, his memories flashed back to last month—Erin’s post-Thanksgiving farts, the overzealous facesitting, a night prematurely ended by losing consciousness under her. 

But the post-climax blaze crippled every single one of his defenses, his thoughts molten, his head nothing but a burning ember. He could never say no to getting a full facial with Erin’s deliciously round derriere, burying himself in those plump, ripe asscheeks with absolutely no regard for his respiratory safety. Still panting, he fell to his knees, basking in their radiant glory. He let himself get pulled in, diving in after the beckoning siren call of the noxious fumes wafting up from her beautiful thickness, willfully drowning himself in their depths. His red-hot face plunged into her rear, his tongue coming out to meet her desires almost reflexively. Somewhere in front of him, her guts made one last groaning noise. 

Then, she farted in his face.

Like iron on an anvil, he could feel himself getting branded by her toxic scent, sinking into every pore and searing into his skin. Her fumes of passion rinsed out his sinuses as he sucked it in deeper inside himself, simmering against the base of his skull and leaving a permanent mark on the inside of his head. This was beyond intoxication. This was a religious experience.

He could feel darkness creeping into the edges of his mind. Something in his biology begged him to pull away, to save himself. But he refused. This was only going to end one way. With the last of his waking brain cells, he savored the smell of his professor’s gas, unfiltered and untainted by the atmosphere, cramming every last morsel into his airways like it was the only thing he’d ever wanted.

Somewhere on earth, Dr. Erin Burke was drooling onto her desk, face-down-ass-up, surrounded by a heavy smog of her own making, finally having heaved away a mountainous cache of pent-up farts and basking in the ecstasy of riding her favorite student’s face even deeper into her crotch. But he wasn’t lucid enough to experience it with her. 

He was in heaven.