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Down North
Author: Closet Fetishist

Written: June 16, 2011

I went up to San Francisco this summer to work out a move with my father. He used the trip to reconnect with some of his old class fellows, much to my dismay and boredom. I can have fun with adults as much as the next guy but adults speaking Punjabi and as liberal as a closet Conservative, and it becomes increasingly difficult.

Amidst the gibberish, I hear, directed at me, "What would you like to drink?"

"Oh, nothing: thank you. I'm fine."

"Come on, have a drink," he says.

"Nah, thank you."

"Bita, have a drink," my dad insists.

I sigh. "Vodka and Sprite, please."

"You got it."

He pours me my drink and hands it to me; I sip it.

Not too strong; good.

"So, I think I can help you. I have friends in real estate, they can find you a place and a small business to run."

"That would be great; thank you."

"Of course, anything for your dad; we are childhood friends."

I smile and nod.

A voice hollers down from upstairs, "Are you ready to go mom,"

From the kitchen, I hear, "Yeah; could you get my bag."

I catch eyes with the beauty with the voice upstairs; she's darker, usually a breaking point for me but she wore it better than I'd ever seen before. She was gorgeous, kinda flat but she had all the looks she needed in her acne touched face. I noticed a white girl behind her, likely a friend, but she was overshadowed by this Fijian beauty.

"Got it,"'she said, maintaining eye contact with me. She smiled before turning and walking away.

It was about the I noticed her dad had been talking to me the whole time.

"So what do you think about that?"

"Sounds excellent."

"Great, I knew you'd be excited." He looked to the kitchen, let me check on dinner."

He left the room and i decided now was as good a time as any to go smoke a bowl; it had been hours since I was stuck driving up with my dad.

I went to my car and sat in the drivers seat. I turned the music to Pink Floyd and took a toke. Before I realized it; I was in such a haze that i didn't notice the hot daughter knocking on my window.

I roll it down.

"What's up?" I ask, hoping she'll ignore the smoke bellowing out of the car.

"Not much; were you smoking pot?"

"Yeah, I have a license for it."

"That's cool."

"You're not going to tell your dad are you?"


"Come on, why would you do that?"

"Well...I don't have to..." she said, trailing off.

"What? You wanna smoke with me?"

"Screw that, i don't wanna die."

I roll my eyes.

"So what do you want?"

I watched her blank expression turn to a Cheshire cat sized smile.

She dragged me up to her room with little fight from her parents; what happened to modesty and keeping boys and girls from being alone together?

"So what do you want"

"Okay, first, get on your knees and put your hands behind your back."

Hesitantly, i did so. She cuffed my hands behind my back and tied my legs together.

"There now."

"Now what?"

She stuffed a scarf in my mouth, "Good."

I watched her get on the bed; she signaled for me to approach.

I waddle over and she lifts her legs above her head; presenting her ass to me.

She points to her asshole and then caresses my head into it.

"I've been kinda gassy today so I need you to smell them for me." She laughed.


Her grip tightens on my head as i fight to free myself from her gassy blowout before i smell any bit of the monster.

It's too late as the smell reaches my nostrils and fill them with the putrid stench of shit.

She pushes my head away and stares at me; wanting to take in my tortured face to feed her sadistic pleasure.

I cough.

"Oh, poor baby; too much for you?"

I nod in hopes for sympathy.


She grabs my head and pushes it into her ass again as the fumes slowly stream from her backside.

"Ahhhhh; feels so good."

A flush; then her friend exits the bathroom, a cloud of scent emanating out the door frame.

"Cindy! Why don't you take a turn?"

"Yeah? Okay? I didn't clean my ass yet so that'd be good for him."

"What?!" I mumble from the Fijian girls ass.

I am peeled from one ass and pasted to another. I feel shit against my face instantly.

"It's pretty wet; do a good job now."

I gag as I feel my head pushed into a shit caked asshole.
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