By: AnonymousFirebird
In a crowded nightclub, Tom took a deep breath, feeling his chest expand with the rich influx of oxygen he scavenged from the bass-heavy, pulsating toilet of a thousand sweaty, dancing, and talking bodies. He had been working Friday evenings as the bartender at Derren's, this popular nightspot with two dance floors and five bars, since he graduated from culinary school three years ago. Not exactly the most glamorous job, but it paid the rent and then some.
Besides, Tom secretly adored the energy of the place, the cascading waves of conversations and laughter, the exhilarating tingles that sizzled around him as he surveyed the sway of slender waists and lush curves, the enticing flash and sparkle of diamond earrings and gold chains. There were the sparkling eyes that had locked with his, the lingering touches, the hopeful smiles and hushed murmurs, some of which were invitations into shadows and secret corners for a night of dizzying passion.
And yet, in all his time at Derren's, Tom had never taken up any of those offers. Sex didn't exactly come easily to him, rendered shy and painfully introverted by social anxiety. He easily slipped into people's lives as a bartender, but forming deeper connections was a painstaking and laborious process. So, he hid behind his polished countertop, safe and secure, watching but never participating.
That was, until she walked in tonight.
Scarlett.
Her fiery red hair had tumbled and cascaded like lava, shimmering and alive. Her electrifying emerald eyes had pulled him in, leaving him utterly captivated. Her slender figure, gorgeous round ass, and a radiating energy of confidence and daring had sent Tom's heart racing, his pulse thumping, and his shyness dissipating into a puddle of irrelevant HR policies on the floor.
"Hi, what's your name, cutie?" Tom, awoken from his wanderings, stared at the stunning beauty standing in front of him. Her perfect ruby lips curled into a seductive smile, and her eyes gleamed with mischief and lust. She pulled out a stool and propped herself against the bar, crossing her legs.
"I'm Tom," he stammered, as images of grabbing her and slamming her against the bar invaded his thoughts. He cleared his throat. "What can I getcha, uh, Scarlett?"
"Surprise me," she challenged, surveying the room with an air of confidence and power.
With a curious smile, Tom whipped up a dirty martini, the olive garnish hiding a drop of his perspiration. He served it with a certain flourish, hoping to elicit a blush of pleasure that would complement her fiery red locks.
Without hesitation, Scarlett downed the drink in one swift gulp. Tom gaped at her, his cheeks burning with desire and a tinge of envy. He found himself eagerly wanting her.
The attraction sizzling between them sprawled from the tips of his fingers to his rapidly pulsing groin. Tom realized the ludicrousness of the situation: scarce hours ago, the woman had been a complete stranger, an illusion veiled beneath evocative gestures and tantalizing words, and now, he yearned to taste her intoxicating pheromones and be intoxicated by her infectious desire.
As if reading his thoughts, she raised her glassy gaze and softly asked, "Do you want some more private time, champ? Maybe somewhere we don't have to worry about anyone judging us or staring at you?"
Tom swallowed thickly and with a slight tremble replied, "Yes, Y-yes, let's go to the bathrooms."
Heart pounding in his chest, dick hard, Tom walked hastily with her as she swayed her gorgeous round ass. Pushing open the door to the unisex bathroom, the two entered the dimly lit room, the faint hum of the nightclub music muffled by the concrete walls.
Scarlett took Tom's collar into her grasp, her emerald gaze flicking up and down his form as she pulled him against her.
"Fuck, I want you," she murmured, tracing the line of his jaw with her tongue. Her hand wandered down to the loosened buckle of his belt, her fingers toying with the metal bar and tugging at his waistline.
"And I want you, damn it," Tom gasped, hands roaming under her black minidress and gripping her perfectly round ass, pulling her against his aching groin.
The warmth of her flesh on his fingers, her heavy breathing against his mouth made him groan, desperation creeping into the very depths of his being.
Scarlett's head fell back, revealing the smooth column of her throat. Tom eagerly trailed his lips down, feeling the thrum of her pulse against his mouth. Her fingers worked with deft precision, pulling his throbbing shaft from his jeans.
A low, guttural growl reverberated in his chest as she began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate.
Then, she stopped, a mischievous smirk adorning her face. Curious, Tom looked on as Scarlett stood above the toilet seat, her delicious legs positioned on each side. She pulled up her dress to reveal her nude ass and glistening pussy.
"Mm, I've been holding this in for so long," she cooed, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she angled her hips towards the toilet bowl.
A sharp, high-pitched whine spilled from her as pee streamed from her pussy and into the water below. An intoxicating aroma permeated the air, mixing with her pheromones and the faint tang of cleaner.
Tom's chest tightened at the sight of her, his cock throbbing harder as the last of Scarlett's golden stream landed inside the toilet bowl.
"Ooh, that feels better. But I'm not done yet." She breathed deep and grunted in exhale, releasing an enormous fart, filling the tiny bathroom with the sound of air blasting through her tight, stretched asshole. The smell was atrocious and made Tom's eyes water, but he was too captivated by Scarlett's powerful display.
"Fuck, Scarlett, you're so dirty. I love it," Tom grunted, squeezing her firm ass cheek and drifting a trail of kisses down her spine.
Scarlett giggled, enjoying the stunned expression on Tom's face. "You think I'm filthy?
Wait till you hear this."
Without warning, Scarlett farted again, filling the bathroom with an even more potent stench. Tom's nose scrunched in disgust, but his cock twitched in anticipation as he realized this was a side of Scarlett he would never forget.
"Get on your knees, Tom," she demanded, swatting his face with her dress.
Tom didn't hesitate. He dropped to his knees, breathing in the stench of her farts and salivating at the thought of tasting her.
"You're such a filthy fucking boy, Tom," she cooed, her hand delving into his short brown hair. "And I love it."
With a sigh, she positioned her pussy above his face. Her taste was exquisite, the perfect combination of cleanliness and sweet femininity with a hint of the faint ass taste from her farts.
Tom eagerly lapped at her folds, savoring every inch of her. Scarlett's grip on his hair tightened as she moaned, grinding her pussy against his face.
"Oh, fuck, Tom, yes! Just like that, lover boy," she panted, her other hand snaking down to her clit, doing small circles.
Tom's fingers went back to her ass, probing the tight, warm hole with eagerness. He traced her crack, feeling her puckered hole clenching and releasing farts as he did so. The heavenly aroma lingering in their air.
"Ooh, Tom, I'm so close." Scarlett's breath caught as she gyrated against his face, her moans growing louder with each thrust.
Tom slid two fingers inside her ass, pumping slowly as he tasted her nectar. The sensation of tight warmth enveloped his digits, sending a shock of arousal straight to his hard cock.
"Fuck, I'm... I'm CUMMING!" Scarlett cried out, her pussy clenching around Tom's mouth as she erupted in a gush of liquid, splattering against his chin and lips.
Tom groaned, his cock throbbing in response to the sheer filthy pleasure of watching and tasting her. With one final thrust of his fingers into her spasming asshole, he drew out another stream of hot, steamy pee. The effects of the climax reached her anal sphincter, and she passed another bursting fart. The sensation overwhelmed Tom, consuming his senses and leaving him trembling while her pussy pulsed around his face.
Scarlett panted heavily, still recovering from the waves of pleasure and bliss. Then, she spread her folds open, turning back to gaze at Tom with a desperate pout.
"Put it in, Tom ," she whispered, breathy and alluring, already greedy for Tom's thick length.
Tom didn't need a second invitation. He guided himself into her slick entrance, groaning at the exquisite pressure around him as Scarlett eased herself down onto his shaft, the feeling of fullness forcing out a couple more devilishly delightful farts. With one hand, she reached behind her to grip the top of the toilet seat, while the other slid down to Tom's balls, teasing and tugging.
"Fuck, you feel so good," she murmured, her voice husky with pleasure.
She bounced up and down, her gorgeous round ass jiggling with each thrust and blasting torrents of aromatic gas, creating a sexy symphony of filthy sounds that drove Tom even closer to the edge.
"Faster, Tom," she demanded, her grip on his balls tightening, pulling him deeper inside.
Tom responded to her commands, pistoning up into her hard, searing heat. The musky scent of their illicit lovemaking and the sound of their bodies slapping together fueled his rampant lust.
Scarlett threw her head back, eyes closed, seeking release. "Oh, you're going to make me cum so hard...I-I want to cum all over your cock. Fuck, do it, Tom!" she gasped, her words punctuated by sharp farts.
The stench of her farts filled Tom and Scarlett's noses, a tantalizing reminder of the incredible impromptu encounter they found themselves in. His hands gripped her pussy and ass tightly, slamming her harder onto him as he felt his orgasm boil and rage in his cock and balls.
And then, without warning, he erupted sudden and explosively into her, rolling wave after wave of scorching pleasure.
Filthy moans and panting filled the small bathroom. The intertwined scent of sweat, sex, and the lingering fart aroma elicited a wicked thrill from them both. Scarlett happily clenched her ass around him, milking his cock dry as she reached her own climax. Tom felt a sudden rush of fluid surround his member, and he began to pull our of her womanhood.
"Wait!"
He stopped, puzzled at Scarlett's sudden and unexpected command.
"I wanna leave you with a nice image to remember. Keep your cock inside. I'll tell you when to pull out."
She hovered over the toilet bowl, gripping the edges and taking a few deep breaths, her body ready to spasm and expel a final torrent of filthy pleasure as Tom's cock stayed buried deep inside of her.
"Ok, Tom, pull out now," she commanded with a seductive tone, her body shaking with spasms that were far beyond her control.
A thick golden stream spurted from her, gushing and splattering into the toilet bowl. Scarlett parted her ass as an exaggerated fart thunderously exploded out. Her juice sprayed hotly, covering the tiles with a puddle of sunshine.
She stood still, legs shaking from the release of tension and pleasure. Finally, she gestured towards the toilet bowl, motioning Tom to flush and relieve them of the mess accompanying their raw desires. He leaned towards the toilet, pressing the handle and listening to the cacophony of their liquids swirling towards the sewers.
"Oh my god, that was... that was exhilarating, Tom," she whispered, her trembling hand reaching for his, their breaths syncing as the adrenaline dissipated, leaving behind a drowsy sense of pleasure.
The weight of their actions dawned upon them, and with it, they exchanged the tiniest of smiles, acknowledging the beginning of a tantalizing, forbidden connection that had blossomed amidst the bathroom's dim lighting.
Together, they stepped out, their clothes still disheveled, with traces of the night's indulgences still lingering.