London
by S-Lore

It will be hard for me to fully label this as "Based on a true story" because most of it after the physical contact begins it's what could have happened. But I've discussed things with this girl and she's admitted to doing things similarly. So after a brief explanation, I feel more comfortable saying -BASED ON A TRUE STORY-

It was nearly eleven at night, the building was mostly empty except for some struggling to finish their last projects on the floor below. It was finally getting warmer outside, but I had to spend it inside working my ass off on these projects.

Removing the camera from my satchel I attached it to the tripod then sat down on a wooden chair about twenty feet away from the towering green screen and studio lights. It was darker on the back half of the room, most of the lights pointed directly at the screen to eliminate any extra shadows.

Where I sat, I was practically invisible to anyone else.

“Hrn!” I looked up from my phone as I suddenly heard another voice. It was a girl in the long walk in closet where we held all our equipment. Her back was to me, so I was unable to tell who it was. She was pulling long metal poles used for holding up various things on a set. It looked like she was reorganizing the closet.

I raised an eyebrow putting my phone down to watch. She was wearing a light zip up sweatshirt over a plain white I attempted my best to avert my eyes, but her body turned away from me as she bent down once more.

She was wearing a pair of black and gray hippie pants; you know the kind that are like leggings but loose around the legs? I cocked my head trying my best to see who it was. Whoever she was, she apparently did her squats at the gym, because she was stuffing those pants.

I have a terrible habit of walking too quiet. It might have something to do with the fabric-y non squeak type of shoes I wore, but regardless, now it would come in handy. Standing up from the wooden chair I made my way towards the open closet door and peered closer inside. The fans for the AC unite in the giant studio room were blaring loudly to mask any other sounds I was making.

I had to see who this was, maybe I’d have a chance with her later if I took her on a proper date. About fifteen feet from the door she turned giving me a nice profile of her face. She had long curly brown hair with matching brown eyes. Decent face, one of those small nose ones. She looked a lot more feline than most, almost like a cat.

Her most notable trait, besides her chubby jiggling rear, was her size. She had nice meat on her bones, easily a swimsuit body, but she was tall as hell. Probably just below six foot, which for a girl, is pretty tall.

Just as I got to the edge of the door, I thought through what I was going to say. Would it be clever? Funny? Too forward? Maybe I should just be normal and ask if she needs help. That shit looked heavy.

Brrrmmmmpppp…

I froze as a long meaty fart slapped out of her cheeks. She didn’t even take a break, reaching back down to grab another pole as one hand scratched her asscheek. My jaw dropped as I slid to the side out of the door frame. Covering my mouth, I tried to stop myself from making any noise.

As my mouth was under the tight seal of my hands a waft of her fart crept into my nostrils. Taking it in more I coughed trying to not gag. It was incredibly rich and smelled like beef and beans. She must, like every other college student, must be surviving off of a taco bell heavy diet. One of the only places open after like 3 in the morning. But I had gotten enough of her face to know who it was. Her name was London, and she had caught my eye before. She suffered mildly from a butter face, but it really wasn’t that bad.

She was tall, talented, and thick as a stack of flour bags. Well not as gross as it sounds, but she’s got back. And she just ripped it in front of me. I couldn’t help but feel a little stirred. Farts weren’t really my thing, just writing about fart torture.

I shook my head deciding to back off before I heard her grunt again.

“Hey! You out there, help me with this pole!” She cried as I switched into normal mode. Running into the room I saw her bent over, ass straight out at me. Blushing I walked around it then grabbed the pole on the other side and helped her move it into the corner.

“Thanks,” She said wiping sweat off her forehead. “How long you been watching me?” She asked through a slight pant in her breath.

“Uhh…I…” I stammered as she smirked.

“You hear that fart? Crazy long dude.” She punched my arm playfully then grabbed her baja blast on a side table. Then she plopped down on the ratty couch in the back corner.

“Yeah…I did.” I could tell she was a real “Dude-bro” kind of girl. Sitting next to her I sighed.

“Brings you up here?” She asked taking a long sip.

“Recording some green screen shit for my project.”

“Ah, I see.” She sniffed quietly then put her drink down. “But you were watching me, weren’t you?”

I panicked trying to collect myself. “I mean, I was walking over! I wasn’t watching you.”

“I saw you; you were SNEAKING over.” She shook her head as I tried to retort but she just held up her hand. I stopped then sighed. Nodding my head in agreement she just giggled. Suddenly I felt a hand on the back of my head.

“What-?” I asked as my vision was suddenly rushing towards the ground. I felt my face slam into soft fabric. I regained my senses to realize London had slammed my face into the couch. Then I felt a very soft heavy weight sink onto the side of my face. Slapping her legs, I attempted to remove her from off my face.

She had sat on the side of my face pinning me to the couch.

“let me go!” I shrieked as her hand reached under her legs and closed around my mouth.

“Be quiet, don’t you want to be closer to my butt.” She laughed jokingly as I wiggled harder. As I struggled, she shifted and in one move rolled me onto my back as her ass sat slowly onto my face. My arms were pinned between her legs as her feet curled around the back of my head and my nose sank between those two soft glorious cheeks.

Her crack was damp from sweat. She had been working hard, and apparently been farting quiet a bit today. I could smell the stale gassy scent as I moaned and tried to push her off.

Instead she pulled out her phone and just texted as I sat, face deep in her ass. My eyes bulged out from under the edge of her cheeks as my mouth was filled with her womanly fruit. I struggled again but felt my consciousness fading as she ignored me.

“Alright, so I’d like to do something.” She suddenly said turning over her shoulder.

“Mmph?!” I asked as she smirked.

“We’re going to play a favorite game of mine. I don’t get to play it a lot due to college life but no one’s here and I had taco bell, so I feel like this is the most opportune time.”

I shook my head no, feeling the irony of what I wrote sink into my reality. She suddenly held up her phone revealing a timer for five minutes.

“If you can last five minutes of facesitting I’ll suck your dick. If you pass out, you sleep in my dorm room tonight. And it won’t be very sexual, it’ll just be more of this.” She smirked. “It might sound easy, but I might have to fart. And you’ll be taking that right in the face. Ready?”

I shook my head no, but she started the time and turned back around. Her butt smelled like sweat and beans and made my eyesight feel funny. The facesitting was heavenly and admittedly was making my dick hard, but I wasn’t sure how much I’d like any farts really in my face. It was one thing to imagine it, another to take it.

I lasted about forty-five seconds before I struggled for more air. As I began to thrash, she barely lifted just a millimeter letting me sniff in deep.

Brrpptttt…

A huge bubble popped against my face then streamed down my nose making my eyes squint tightly. I grunted in surprise forgetting to get in any air before she sat back down. I screamed in displeasure as the farty air was sucked down my nostrils. I sucked and sucked on her butt trying to breathe, but only managing to become her fart sniffer.

Another thirty seconds in and my hands were clenching at the air seeking for a way to get relief. Unfortunately, this didn’t matter to her. Her cheeks remained, unpleasantly cutting off my air supply.

“So far you’ve gone like just over a minute. Doing pretty bad right now.” She got back on her phone after her remark. I kicked my legs weakly. I wanted to free myself, but also this senior at my college was using my face as a butt cushion. The gas was a little heavy, but her ass smelled pretty great. It was difficult to take in, but my dick was rock hard.

She noticed the same thing.

“HRNG?!” I let out a startled yelp into her crack as I felt a manicured hand touch the tip through my pants. I let out a muffled moan as she rubbed all five fingers up and down it for a moment then laughed.

“I guess I was bound to find someone with a fart fetish eventually. Usually people pass out and I just leave them to wake up wondering what the hell happened. You seen to be into this whole gassy thing, huh?”

Brrrmmmppp…

She punctuated her discovery with a cheese riddled beefy smelling fart. I grunted my eyes fluttering closed as the smell was sucked down my desperate nostrils. I gagged causing my chest to cave in momentarily before I thrashed a few times. But she sat still rubbing my dick softly.

My boner refused to go lower than 98% hard. It was remarkably powerful how aroused she was making me. I moaned crying trying to explain that her gas wasn’t making me hard, but there was obviously a truth that even I couldn’t accept.

“Two minutes in. You know…” She touched my dick again with her soft delicate fingers. “If you want the blow job while in this position, all you have to do is ask.” She giggled causing me to squirm. It was a heavenly idea but was so vulgar at the same time.

How could this be happening?! I struggled reaching until my hands grabbed hold of her powerfully thick thighs. Prying them apart I attempted to push her off using my face. Instead my nose dug straight to the source of her gas. My nostrils pressed tightly against her asshole. Then just as I breathed in-

Prrrrrrrrrffffffffffff

A long windy fart escaped down my throat as I immediately feel back onto the couch. Her cheeks slapped hard against the sides of my face as she cleared her throat unfazed. My toes curled as the terribly rotten coleslaw scented gas sat like a rock in my stomach. It weighed me down with horrid thoughts. Some sexual, some repulsive. I was so confused.

Brrrmmmmmpp

“MMM!” I shrieked as the long deep bassy fart pounded against my face. She reached back and nonchalantly scratched her buttcheek as I attempted to maintain sanity. The fart was straight from the dumpster of taco bell. My only thought was fresh air after that one. Some were too strong even for someone with this fetish.

I wrenched my head to the side but her cheeks tightened holding my nose in place. She was experienced. A gassy evil witch with power much stronger than mine. Her desires were the priority. I squeezed her thighs helplessly as she grunted quietly.

Brrruuuump!

Another bassy fart erupted out causing my eyelids to squeeze shut. I gagged after this one, choking on her digested fast food. After a few seconds I heaved into her ass my breath causing it to heaten up and dampen with perspiration. With a slight shift my nose slid up into the now sweaty spot. I sniffed up the droplets coughing as her sweat spray entered my lungs.

After coughing into her ass she lifted a cheek giving me my first fresh air in the last three minutes. That was quickly soiled-

Spppppppprrtttt…

“Wet one.” She declared to herself sitting back down. My nose squished into the freshly moistened cheeks with a unsatisfactory splish sound. I shook my head lodging my nose deep into her backside. This time I could taste the hot sauce in her farts. It was making her digestive track laden with spicy wet farts that had to burn when they came out. Unfortunately for me it made some of the farts less than pleasant.

I’d lay here all day if she gave me air breaks, played with my dick, and had farts that were warm, bubbly, and not from Taco bell. However, this wasn’t a dream scenario. She hadn’t only eaten muffins this morning or had any intention on making this easy.

Brrrmmmmmpppp….

She let out this fart along with a soft burp into her hand. Tossing her curly black hair around her neck she looked at her phone.

“Still awake down there, brown-noser?” She asked looking back. Her eyebrows raised in surprise as she saw my two eyes staring back blinking. I nodded into her ass letting out a moan. Her phone was at 4 minutes and 15 seconds.

She hadn’t planned on giving anyone a bj today. Her composure broke for a moment as she rubbed her belly and wiggled her hips. “Damn you’re resilient. Time to step it up.”

Uh oh.

BrrrRRRRRmmmmmpp!

Almost immediately I was sprayed with a skunky blast that pounded my face into rubble. Groaning from the wave of unpleasant odors I squinted up my nose and shook my head in disgust. She smirked looking back but I was still kicking. She gasped in surprise then grabbed both her cheeks.

She only had thirty seconds. Pulling them apart she sat lower down forcing me to once more be exactly lined up with her gaseous rear. “Goodnight.” She smirked as her gut dropped.

frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRMMMMMBBRRRRRPT!

A long airy sigh escaped her ass then suddenly erupted into a volcanic force unlike any other my face had experienced. I screamed into the blast trying to fight it back, but it overpowered my will and shot straight down my nose. It tore across every sensory gland and follicle announcing its presence with much gusto.

I didn’t smell taco bell gas, I experienced Taco bell gas. London’s fat put me through the seven rings of hell. My brain went fuzzy trying to comprehend the rancid sour cream, beans, beef, chicken, steak, cheese, lettuce, and worst of all, hot sauce. I struggled as the entire menu of the greasy fast food franchise was pumped into my nose like a septic tank dump.

My hands used her thighs as handholds as I fought for my consciousness. It took only ten seconds for the fart to escape, but much more time for it to clear up. However, I remained awake. London climbed off my face. Her cheeks slapped together as my nose was finally removed. I watched her turn around with a look of shock on her face.

I sat up and looked at her unsure of what to do.

“You’re…still awake?” She asked like she had never seen it before.

I looked around then back to her, “I mean, yeah. I am.”

“About that deal…I wasn’t really going to take you to my room-“She began to say as I stopped her with my hand. Then pointing down at my throbbing dick she followed my finger with her eyes. “Y-you still want me to, don’t you?”

I nodded, “yeah. I just took your farts straight down the nose for like five minutes. I’d like a little suck right now.”

“Fine…But don’t tell anyone.” She sighed putting her hair back into a ponytail. “Alright,” She smirked, “Want my ass on your face while I do it?”

My composed face dropped as I began to shake. “I uh…I mean if…You think it would-be good- I’ve never-“She stopped me pushing me back down onto my back.

“Enough said.”