Worth It?
by American Wonton

WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, SCAT, AND SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. READER DISCRETION ADVISED.

Cynthia was one of the weirdest outliers Dom had ever seen on Craigslist. It wasn’t just her preference for fart dominatrix. He’d seen and done everything fetish wise; foot crushing, food worship, daddy dom, all the strange biggies. Naturally to him, the girls looked like freaks and he accepted that. If he were a stud he wouldn’t have to use these avenues anyway. But Cynthia, she was a whole new direction on the path.
He watched her yoga pants delve onto his skull. Total darkness and the soft, plump texture of her above average cheeks. God, they were big for her size...he guessed they’d have to be for the whole “dominatrix” thing. She ate her Chinese food above him in silence. They hadn’t said much since she had ushered him in, told him to plant his head against her kitchen chair and now engulfed his face. Now, he heard her ass gurgling, no doubt mixing with the orange juice and soybeans she was digesting. He wasn’t expecting much; these fetish people were all talk online and no show. So far, she hadn’t made a peep out her little pooper. “So, are you gunna do this, or can we get to my part first?” It was rude for Dom to speak with a mouthful of ass, but he was really horny, uncomfortably so. “Shhh. I don’t like talking while I do my part, if that’s OK.” Dom shut his mouth. This was a really cute girl, as far as these people went. She finished her food and rose. “Go ahead and get naked on the couch. I’ll be there in a second.” Dom did so with glee in his heart.

“Lean your head back. Like this.” Cynthia looked down onto Dom’s face; he held a stupid, unknowing smile while his head rested on the back couch cushions. It turned into a frown as she turned her booty around and sunk it onto him again. “Great, more foreplay,” he muttered quietly as her booty rumbled once more. BBBLLLLAARRLLBBPPTTTTT! Dom’s head was in a whirl as the vibrations and smell attacked on both fronts. The salty chicken and raw beans tore past the fragile yoga cloth and went straight into his skull. “Sniff,” she gently commanded, now sitting full force on his face. PPTTLLRRUUBBBRRTTT! They were the strangest farts Dom had ever heard, lasting 10 seconds and with the force of an industrial fan! The smell made him instantly sick; he was glad he refused her offer of food earlier. BBLLRRBPPTTT! FFFFBLBBBOOTTUUT! PPRRRSSSSBBUUTTT! Each fart was like a stab wound to the face and Dom became lost in the sounds of chugging motors and animals slowly dying. FFFBBLLOOAABBTTT! Thankfully, with that fart she rose and Dom coughed in desperation. Even above him, her booty was still tainting his oxygen supply. White line blurred his vision as she heard him speak. “Come on into my room. We’ll continue in there.” Dom didn’t know if her front door was a better option than her bedroom door.”

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By now, Dom knew that fetish of hers wasn’t a joke. It wasn’t even a hobby. As he gazed across each of the torture instruments, each more sinister in design than the last, he realized that this young woman had made a lifelong devotion to this pleasure source. Dom shook as she walked towards him, adorned in a latex suit tight enough in all the right areas and exposed in the ones he didn’t want exposed. “Kneel,” she said, her hand already on his shoulder. Dom did and was then faced with her black latex booty. It had many zippers and she undid the farthest one. The flaps went down and her large naked booty stuck out like a pop up book. She had already leaned back to put his face in place.
FFLLBBLLOORRRBBTTT! Her asshole spoke it’s foreign language, now unfettered by the constraints of clothing. Dom felt her dark pink asshole kiss his nose; it was prolapsed and left a wet stick on his face. The fart was salty and stung his eyes, which were regardless closed. She laughed; “Not quite mentioned in the ads, was it?” BBLLRRRBBBBOOTT! PPRRMMMMPPBBTTT! No it was not, the horror of her stink was certainly not. She was still laughing as she zipped her pants up, then attached a hose and gas mask around Dom’s face. She soon revealed another opening that aligned perfectly with her asshole; the hose’s end went there. “Fret not, Dom,” she said in a dark tone. “You’ll get what you asked for. Follow.” BBTTLLLRROOAAPOTTBB! The fart made it’s exodus with no contamination from the outside air. Dom screamed as the smell went only to him.
PLLLTTRRRAABBOOTT! BBLLAABBBROOOTT! The smell was ongoing and unbearable as Cynthia walked around the room. “Cynthia...I can’t...we need to…” PLLLAAAPBBBRROTT! Dom smacked into her butt as she stopped to let out the loud ripper. “During the session you need to address me as Goddess Cynthia, remember?” she countered. “And please, no talking or passing out while the tour is being conducted.” BBBLLLRRRBBLLBTTT! The tour, the rules. It was all coming back to Dom in mismatched harmony. He’d skipped over most of the fine print in the Ad, especially when he found she did anal at the bottom. His mistake, as well as misfortune. PPRRLLAABRRBLLRRRR! “Ahhh, yes, the droning dairy farts,” said Cynthia, mockingly waving her hand in front of Dom’s face. “Perfect for the porcelain chair. It’s my favorite contraption.” Dom’s hose was undone and he gasped for all the fresh air the room allowed. “I gassed some of my favorite slaves in this chair. Boys, girls...I even had my horny younger cousin under here.” She grabbed Dom’s neck gently. “If you want me to keep up my bargain, please crawl under there now.” She was crazy, absolutely batshit, crazy. But Dom was really, really, horny.

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Dom wasn’t even treated with the sight of her ass. The exposed zipper in the center of her pants showed her asshole, bulging down after it’s next fart. PPLLRRTTAABBBTTTTT! Dom’s head, locked in the bowl, was under extreme duress. The echo of the fart rung in his ears and so did his cries of pain after he had the initial ear damage. BBLLLRRROOOTT! FFBBPPPAATTTT! Her ass locked in the cheesy beef smell and the only outlet was into his nostrils. He was going insane. It had only been two minutes. PPLLLLLRRLLPPPTTT! The wet rippled fart had sent him over the edge as either his own sweat or her assjuice leaked into his mouth. “Out, I want out, please!” he screamed and bucked. Cynthia laughed..then farted, hard. BBBRRRLLAAAPPBBBBTTTT! “Ohhhh goodness,” she said. Her asshole teasingly pursed in and out as she spoke. “It sounds like someone didn’t read the contract. A good 15 minutes in the porcelain chair is what’s required. Also stated, this part has no release. So you’re stuck here, either till the 15 minutes is up, or I’ve done my business. Simple.” FFFRRRLLLAAPPBBTTT! God, the smell was killing him! He couldn’t even muster the strength to complain his mind was so scrambled.
“Tell you what, fartboy,” she said, giving Dom a moment of silence...turning out to be an SBD. “Save your ears the trouble. Put your mouth around my hole, block out the sound.” It was a crude suggestion...disgusting, exactly what she wanted. BBLLRRRAAPBBBTTT! PPLLLOOOOOOTTT! Dom lept as far as his constrained neck allowed him. He tasted leather and metal from the zipper...along with rotten meat, eggs, raw fruit, and a nestle of asshole hairs he couldn’t even decipher in the dark. BBLLOOMMMPPPTTT! Dom gagged; he could feel her asshole bypass his tounge, shooting the air like the cannon into his lungs. The smell came afterwards, puncturing his brain and senses. “Ahhhhllurr!” he screamed as her butthole pursed another silent fart in his mouth. “Ohhhh, too much for you sweety? You should learn to read next time, hahammrmm.” PPLLLRRROOOOOAABBBTTTTTTT! Dom was now gasping against her asshole; the capacity for oxygen was now being met with methane and he felt drunk and dizzy. “Shall I end my reign on the toilet for you? Are you up for it?” The Goddess asked. “Please……” Dom replied.

Dom closed his mouth the moment he felt it. “Open, sweety,” Cynthia said. “Don’t, stop it, let me out!” Dom screamed. He watched in horror as her log of shit sunk back into her asshole. “Very well. But I don’t believe our time is up.” PPTTUUORRROROLLBBPPTT! The fart rung around Dom’s ears and he cried out. “Do this for me and my action will be complete. You’ll be out.” Dom pleaded more and more, to which she added more disgusting, loud farts. His ears were ringing when he saw her asshole lightly push the turd to the surface. “I won’t ask again, fartboy. Will you be a good little toilet?” Dom stared at the dark brown shit perfectly slung under the grip of her anus. He’d already endured so much for so little...he needed to get out badly. So before he knew it, his mouth was around her anus, tasting the bitter, rank taste of her shit. He cried out as it slithered out slowly. “That’s a good boy.” she said. She grunted and the shit pushed harder; Dom choked caught unaware. “My booty isn’t going to stop for you, toilet. Pick up the pace.” Dom was a quick learner, chewing and swallowing her shit at light speed. But it seemed she was much faster and had infinite storage for him to swallow. BBRLLLAAOOOPTTT! “Oaahhhhh!” Cynthia cried. Dom grunted as her asshole touched his lips. Finally, she was done.
Dom swallowed the rest of her shit...and excused himself to puke in her actual toilet. When he returned, she had removed her silly outfit and was sitting next to an armchair, fully naked. He could feel his boner grow as she spread her cheeks and bent over. Dom cautiously moved forward, his hips about to thrust. “No, toilet. Finish your dessert, first.” said Cynthia. Already staring at her sexy, plump ass, Dom moaned as her finger led straight to her shit covered asshole. Desperate, he licked every drop, and she made sure to give him enough gas to make the process as miserable as possible.

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Dom was riddled with shame. After he had let a full grown young woman shit into his mouth, he had lost the courage to even plow her afterwards. He was crying, hips behind her large booty as she stroked his cock underneath her cunt. “Don’t worry, sweetie. Happens to most of the slaves I take with me,” said Cynthia. She looked back in Dom’s eyes and smiled. FRRPPLLLBBBBTTT! Now she laughed, scooting her butt over Dom’s cock, letting the fart air overpower it in presence. Dom felt like sobbing more. In a new perspective, his dick look miniscule compared to her magestic buttcheeks. “Alright, go ahead,” she said, bending over and spreading her cheeks. Dom shakily put one hand on her asscheek...then another...it took another 20 seconds just to get his dick aligned. She sighed. “Too slow, dear.”
Before he could react, she had backed up into him swallowing his cock in expert performance. Dom cried out in surprise and ecstasy. “Tiny little square for a big round peg, hmm?” said Cynthia. Dom couldn’t respond. He was blown away by the power of her asshole. It felt like it was sucking him off; there wasn’t even any gyration of movement. BBBRRLLLAAOOPPBBTTTTT! The fart roared around his penis and Dom’s semen flow tried to match the current. He moaned as the orgasm took away his manners. Cynthia laughed as he bent down, slipping out her booty and sitting on the floor. Her gaping anus stood right in Dom’s face. “It was good for me too,” she muttered. PPRLLAFFRBBBBTTSSOOTT! The wet fart catapulted Dom’s semen into his face, along with wet ass dribble and a sulfur swampass mixture. She rose and exited the room. The sex hadn’t even lasted a minute.

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Dom sat on Cynthia’s living room couch as she prepared to go out. He was now fully clothed, skulking and still bewildered by the might of Cynthia’s ass. Nowhere in his mind had he expected this. He was hoping for a few dry toots before banging this chick into next week. Now he was haunted, still tasting her ass dribble and shit on his tounge. BBRRLLTTOOOTTT! He jumped as he heard her fart in the other room, sighing in pleasure. This chick was a true freak, he thought. A freak with a gift. The sex he’d received, if he could call it that, was the most insane in his life. But was it worth the horrendous trials he’d endured?
Cynthia emerged from the hallway, snacking on a protein bar as she passed the living room. Dom grabbed his shoes in a rush. “Sorry-I was just, I was just leaving and-” Before he could react, she grabbed his head upon the same couch cousin and sat down. Beneath her velvet red dress she wore no panties and he was mortified under her naked cheeks once more. BBLLMMPPPPPRRRRRRTTTTT! The fart rolled into a harsh bubble and Dom’s previous fear resurged once more. “I had a great time, toilet. If you ever wanna bang again, give me a call. I have a few friends that would love to meet a handsome little toilet like yourself.” PPPRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSS! The silent fart made Dom cough; she held his hand in one palm and massaged his chest with the other while he spasmed. Then she laughed, all of a sudden rising to walk out the door. Dom crawled to the floor sucking in fresher air. This bitch is crazy! That thought came from the front of his mind. The back of the mind had another thought as he pictured her butthole kissing him while he was smothered under her soft booty cheeks: “It was worth it!”