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[englishfag]

Smell of a mugger

I’m a very successful financial analyst in the big city. Even though I’m wealthy, I enjoy drinking in gay dive bars in less favorable areas. There's never too many patrons in these bars and I like to drink by myself.

After one and a half beers, I leave. My hybrid's parked a block away. Out of nowhere, I’m dragged into a dark alley and slammed against a brickwall.

I'm pinned against the wall by a man. He’s wearing black basketball shorts and a black wife-beater. His attire shows off his muscular body, intimidating me. His mouth and nose are masked by a black bandana he has wrapped around his face, and he’s wearing a dark blue baseball cap. He's glaring at me with his green eyes.

“Give me your wallet!” He snarls.

Although I’m scared, I notice something. He’s pinning me to the wall with both hands. He has no weapon and I don’t see the indent of one in his shorts.

“You have no weapon.”

He narrows his eyes, “Oh, I'm armed with your worst nightmare. Now don’t test me and give me your wallet.”

I glance down again, seeing no weapon. “No.” 

“Should’ve just given me your wallet.” He growls.

While keeping me pinned against the wall with one hand, my mugger spins around, showing me his back. I look down and my eyes widen. This guy’s sporting a dump-truck ass. He has two thicc cakes stuffed into a pair of shorts that are barely able to contain them. The seam of his shorts is wedged deep in between his bubbly globes; each is bigger than my head.

He backs his ass into me. With him being taller his meaty cheeks press against my stomach. I’m already confused but even more so when I hear him grunting.

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A 6 second explosion erupts out of his ass and rumbles against me. 

“D-did you just fart on me?” I cry.

He looks back at me, over his shoulder. His mouth is covered but I can tell he’s smirking. 

“You tell me. Get a whiff of this bitch!” He pulls his ass a few inches away from me and starts wafting the smell up towards my face.

I gag as the stench of rotten eggs and garlic assaults my nose. It has my eyes watering. 

“Haha, how’s that smell bitch? You could’ve just given me your wallet and I would’ve left. But instead, you chose this...”

He thrust his huge, meaty ass back onto my stomach, and unleashes a barrage of beefy farts.

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“Oh yeah, smell my stink. Still think I’m unarmed?”

He vents one trumpeting fart after another onto me. Each one strong enough to rattle me to the bone. The stench quickly spreads, clouding the entire alleyway with his eggy fumes.

I’m a coughing and retching mess. Breathing in nothing but his farts has me in a haze. 

My mugger releases my shirt and removes his ass. Feeling so weak, I slide down the wall until I’m sitting on the alley floor.

Hearing him chuckle, I notice him squatting down, aligning my face with his bulbous rump. I whimper.

He looks back at me with a cruel glint in his eyes. “Don't give me that. You brought this on yourself.”

WHUMP

He thrusts his ass back, burying my face in his musky, blubbery moons. The back of my head is pressed against the wall so I’ve got no way to escape. His immense amount of ass fat is dominating and smothering my whole face.

“How about a transaction? I’ll take the contents of your wallet, and your mouth will take the contents of my colon.” As I feel him reach into my pocket for my wallet, he starts rocking his ample bum on my face, somehow working my mouth open.

I shudder as I feel his glutes flex and then relax.

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A 40 second typhoon of his noxious ass gas blasts into my open mouth, ballooning my cheeks and poisoning my lungs. 

I’ve never tasted or smelled something so terrible in all my life. My gagging and crying are muffled by his pillowy mounds.

Once his monstrous fart ends, he starts wiping his crack around my face, working it into my pores. 

After a minute of this, he finally frees my face from his ass. I fall onto my side, coughing and gasping for fresh air.

I look up, seeing my wallet lying on the ground, in front of me, and the mugger exiting the alley. Just before leaving, he looks back at me. I can see cruel humor in his green eyes. “Hope you like the smell of my farts because you’re gonna be smelling like them for the next few days, no matter how much you wash. Enjoy, bitch!” He taunts before leaving.

It takes me 5 minutes to stand and retrieve my wallet. He stole the 350 dollars I had, but nothing else. My credit cards and ids are all here.

I make my way to my car and drive home. As I’m driving, I ponder.

The truth of the matter is that I have a farting fetish. True, that experience was frightening, but it also turned me on. That was the first time someone's ever farted on me. I hope he didn’t notice me getting hard.

A normal person would go to the police and never go near that bar again, but not me. No one’s ever farted on me, let alone a hot guy, and I’m desperate for it to happen again.

I used to go to the bar once a week, but now I’m going every other day, hoping to get mugged by him again. I make sure I’m carrying 500 dollars on me. 

In the bar, I just take a sip or two of beer before leaving. For the last two weeks my walk back to my car has been duds.

I get into my car, counting today as another failure. After I shut my door, I’m startled by my passenger side door being opened. The mugger, who’s wearing what he wore last time, gets in and shuts the door. Instead of sitting in his seat, he’s crouched on it with his back facing me.

Before I can react, the mugger’s meaty mounds are already traversing over the center console, heading straight for my face. 

“Hey again, my personal bank bitch. Me and my booty are gonna make another withdrawl.”

WHUMP

Similar to last time, my head is now trapped between his big ass and my car window. His fat cheeks roll over the sides of my face, making contact with the glass, completely entombing my face in his butt meat.

“Yeah, so I’m feeling gassy and trigger happy today, so you’ve got no choice but to whiff up these butt rockets.”

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“Sucks to be you man. My booty is lethal tonight.”

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“Haha, that’s it, keep on struggling. Soon you’ll realize there’s no escaping my fat ass.”

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“When it comes to my fat ass, there's one thing to remember.”

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“You”

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“Can’t”

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“Win”

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My mugger forces a barrage of putrid, eggy smelling farts up my nose. The vile fumes are worse than I remembered, it’s so overwhelming that I can barely move, it feels as if I’m paralyzed. I’m retching and my eyes are watering. Even though I���m suffering, I’m still turned on.

My mugger halts his gassy assault, pulling his ass a few inches away from my face. He pats down my pants, searching for my wallet. When his hand grazes my crotch he pauses for a moment before continuing. 

He finally finds my wallet and retrieves it. 

My mugger whistles as he takes my cash. “Mighty fine donation you’ve brought me. In fact-” The mugger reaches back and pulls down the back of his shorts. I gasp as his fat, fleshy orbs pour out into the open, and wobble right in my face.

“Because of your generous contribution, my booty wants to thank you in person.” He reaches back and spreads his cheeks. He exposes his sweaty pucker, surrounded by a thatch of black hair.

“You’ve got a really nice ride, bud. Sorry that I’m gonna make the interior permanently stink of my swamp ass… NGH”

I watch his ass-lips open and press outwards.

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2 minutes of swampy ass wind, thunders out of his ass and pointblank into my face. It’s so powerful that it blows back my hair and has the entire car shaking. And the paint-peeling stench is unbearable. 

As his fart comes to an end, I watch his pucker close back up just before passing out.

I groan as I wake up, still in my car. My wallet is lying in the passenger seat. I start up my car and see that I’ve been unconscious for five minutes. 

I believe what my mugger said about his fart never leaving my car is true. During the entire ride back home, the stench doesn’t wane in the slightest. 

I jerk-off several times before finally falling asleep. I count today as a success.

It’s tomorrow, and after work I head to the same bar. I take a stool in front of the bar. Besides me and the bartender, there’s two guys in a booth a few yards behind me. 

The bartender heads to the utility closet to get a mop when one of the two, behind me, spills their beer on the floor.

As I sip on my beer, someone takes a seat next to me. I pay them no mind, praying that the mugger robs me tonight. Fuck, I know that sounds crazy.

My thoughts are interrupted as the patrons behind me start coughing, violently. That’s when a familiar, sulfuric stink reaches my nose. 

I look at who just sat next to me. It's him! It’s my mugger, except his mask is gone. I'd know those green eyes anywhere. 

His lips stretch into an impish grin as he narrows his eyes. It’s barely audible, but beneath him I hear…

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I glance down and my eyes widen. He’s sitting on the stool, leaning a bit forward with his bare ass hanging out the back. His fleshy cakes are as big as I remember.

Hearing thuds, I turn around. The two patrons are knocked out, their heads crashing on the table.

The bartender storms out of the utility closet in a panic. The collar of his shirt pulled over his nose and mouth. His eyes immediately lock onto the bare-ass mugger. 

He walks right up, behind the mugger, with a furrowed brow. “Dude pull up your shorts and get the hell out.” He orders.

Not looking away from me, the mugger’s hand shoots up, grabbing the bartender by the back of the neck. Before the bartender can resist, he pulls him down and shoves his face into his naked, raunchy backside. 

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He rips a 5 second, honking fart in the bartender’s face. The bartender's body spasms before he falls to the ground, unconscious. I’m now hard and completely alone with this farting demon of a mugger.

Grinning, he reaches over the bar, getting himself a beer and opening it with a bottle-opener. Before sitting back down, he grabs my bottle of beer. I watch as the top of my bottle disappears between his bubbly cheeks. He exaggeratedly scrunches up his face and…

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He vents a 6 second fart into my beer. With a cheeky grin he hands it to me. The neck of the bottle is warm to the touch, and the eggy stench radiates heavily off of it. 

I take a sip and nearly choke on the shitty, acidic taste.

He laughs as I drink it without hesitation. “Haha, for the longest time I couldn’t figure you out.” He starts.

“After mugging you, I watched as you kept returning to my hunting grounds, like you wanted me to target you again. I was worried you were a cop or something. But then why did you let me mug you the first time? So I did it again and figured it out.” He says before glancing down at my crotch.

I blush seeing the slight imprint of my hard-on through my slacks.

He gets up, shooting me a cheeky grin as he turns around. He backs up, sinking the side of my arm into his pillowy booty.

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He rips a rumbly, 7 second fart on me. I’m immediately surrounded in his fart cloud that stinks of digested meat and cabbage. 

He sighs in relief as he rubs his ass against my arm, before setting back down.

“Well, well, well, looks like I found myself a fart-sniffer.” He taunts with a lopsided grin.

Finally finding my voice, I ask, “W-what’s your name?”

He scoffs, “Yeah, I’ve revealed my face, I’m sure as hell not telling you my name, yet. But you can call me Gasser. Bet you know why.” Gasser leans to the side, aiming his butt crack my way.

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I get another lungful of his eggy butt air. 

“Ah, and since I took a look in your wallet, I know your name’s Will.” He adds as he wafts his gas towards my face. “So, how much do you have for me in your wallet this time, Will?”

“800” I respond, making him grin.

“Alright Will, you’ve got a decision to make. You can give me the 800 dollars and I’ll rip a huge fart I’m brewing right in your face. It’ll probably knock you out.

Or option two: we can get into your car and head to an atm, so you can withdraw and pay me 2000 dollars. With that, you can take me to your place and I’ll make sure your entire home stinks of my swamp ass for weeks. And then I’ll sit on your face with my big cakes and fart for an hour. Be warned: even if you start hating it, beneath me, I won’t care; I’m not stopping until the hour is up.

So, what’s it gonna be?” He lays it out for me.

“Option 2” I choose immediately. 

A cocky smirk forms on his lips. “Good choice. Let’s go, I have so much gas I wanna unload on you.”

Gasser turns away from me and slowly rises off of his stool. As he slowly gets up, with his bare ass facing me-

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He rips a long and growly fart, spraying me with his vile, intestinal fumes. 

Like a loyal pet, I follow him out of the bar and to my car. He still has his bubble butt hanging out. His plump moons wobble and clap against each other as he walks ahead of me. He’s also crop-dusting me with trumpeting poots as he leads the way.

When we reach my car, I slide into the driver seat and he into the passenger. He doesn’t pull up his shorts when he gets in. His bare cheeks are on my leather seat.

As I start my car, he breathes in deeply. “Ah, I see my butt stink is still going strong in here.”

“I was supposed to give a friend a ride earlier but he declined because of the smell. He thinks a baby skunk died around the engine.” I confess, making Gasser laugh.

“Haha, well I take that as an insult. No way a baby skunk can produce stink like this… UGH.”

Gasser curls his hands into fists and clenches his jaw.

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Gasser rips a thunderous 15 second fart onto the leather seat. This monster-of-a-fart has the entire car vibrating. Gasser’s face is red but he looks pleased. With a mischievous grin he leans away from me, letting his fumes escape from beneath him, and starts fanning it towards my face. 

I start retching as the stench of raw sewage and garlic hits me in the face like a ton of bricks. It does nothing to deflate my hard-on, in fact it makes me throb. 

“Ah, that was just a taste, if you really want me to gas you out then you better start driving.” Gasser says.

The nearest atm is a block away. I get his money and pay him and then we’re off to my place.

As we drive I speak up. “You know you’re known as an infamous myth to the wealthy. You’re like a bogeyman who robs the rich with his farts. They call you the Butt Bombing Bandit.”

Gasser gives a full-body laugh at this. “Haha, holy shit, I didn’t know that. That’s awesome and an awesome name.”

I shoot him a small smile. “Most think you’re just a myth. I think the rich you robbed are too embarrassed to admit what happened or go to the police.”

Gasser snorts, “That’s exactly what I hoped. Rich people have too much pride. Well all except you, but luckily I can keep you quiet with my butt grenades.” Gasser leans away and rips a squeaky poot, proving his point.

It takes us 45 minutes to get to my place. I live in a big, secluded villa, just outside the city. Gasser is slack-jawed as I lead him inside.

“Still think you can stink out my place?” I tease him as we stand in the middle of my huge sitting-room.

Gasser narrows his eyes and shoots me a cocky smirk that sends a shiver down my spine. “Please, pay me enough later and I’ll give you a show by stinking out every floor of a high-rise tower within 30 minutes. This place and your face, stands no chance against this.” When he says ‘this’ he gives his fat bum, which is still out in the open, a slap making his mounds jiggle.

Gasser walks to the center of the room. As if doing yoga, he assumes the downward dog position. His bare, poison-spewing booty is pointed at the high ceiling.

I hear him start straining.

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“Oh”

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“Ah”

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“That felt good”

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“Damn I’m gassy tonight, hahaha”

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I’m in awe and turned on watching Gasser pump out one thunderous fart after another into my home. The air in my huge sitting-room is heavy with his thick butt stink. It has my eyes watering and my nose slightly running. 

Gasser looks over at me and grins, fiendishly. He turns his bare ass to me, still in downward-dog, and starts backing up, towards me. My eyes widen as I start backing up.

He taunts me and farts as he slowly pursues me.

“Haha, are you starting to realize that you fucked up, fart-sniffer?”

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“That you should be running from the fart storm roaring outta my ass”

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“Or begging this farting god not to make your house uninhabitable”

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“Well too bad because I’m no benevolent god. I won’t give you mercy, only more of this… NGH”

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My retreating stops when my back hits the wall. Gasser backs his ass into me, covering my crotch and lower stomach with his bare, fleshy orbs.

He rocks his ass against me and chuckles. “Hehe, oh yeah, your nose isn’t gonna thank you for not escaping when you had the chance… NGH”

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For the next 20 minutes he keeps blasting me and flooding my home with his endless supply of noxious butt bombs. I’m coughing and gagging, and I’ve never been so hard in my life.

Without a doubt, I’m certain Gasser’s swampy ass vapors have spread throughout my entire property. I’m not sure if it's a trick of the eyes, but there's a slightly green tint in the air.  

Gasser straightens up. His face is red, he's breathing hard, but he’s grinning like the Cheshire cat. 

He takes a deep breath, looking satisfied. “I’m sure my swampy ass funk has dominated every inch of your home, but you also paid for an hour of extreme face farting. And me and my booty always get the job done.”

Gasser grabs me by the shoulders and steers me towards the couch. He shoves me down, onto my ass, in front of the couch. He then tilts my head back so I’m looking up at the ceiling with the back of my head resting on the seat of the couch.

Gasser turns around and backs up, lording his titanic rump above my face. Without a second of hesitation, he drops his fat bubbly ass down, taking a seat right on my face. I grunt from the impact.

My face is quickly swallowed up in between Gasser’s beefy slabs. My nose is pressed against his hole with his doughy cheeks clamped around my face, completely entombing me.

“Looks like the Butt-Bombing Bandit strikes again. But instead of money, my booty’s robbing you of an hour of fresh air, this time. See you on the other side… GGH”

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“MMM, yeah, that’s it… HGH”

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“Smell my nasty ass fumes… FGH”

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“Taste my rank butt grenades… HGGH”

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“Worship my deadly farts!... NGH”

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“Fucking surrender to my fat, godly ass. Because… GGH”

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“YOU”

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“BELONG”

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“TO”

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“MY”

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“ASS… UGH”

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Gasser unleashes a barrage of insanely monstrous farts pointblank in my trapped face. I'm overwhelmed by the acidic taste and smell of sulfur and rotten fish. 

I only last 15 minutes into Gasser’s farting assault before I pass out. But I have no doubt that It lasted a whole hour.

I wake up sometime later in my bed. I don’t know what time it is but it’s still dark outside. And Gasser’s asleep in bed with me. He’s on his stomach, lying starfished in the middle of the bed. I’m using his mountainous, bare rump as a pillow with my legs hanging off the end of the bed. 

Still tired, I rest my face back down on his pillowy bum with my nose nestled between his cheeks. It’s surprisingly easy to fall back asleep even though Gasser farts every 30 seconds in his sleep. 

I’m awoken in the morning by a trumpeting, sleeping fart to the face from Gasser. 

I decide to get up and make breakfast before dropping Gasser off… somewhere.

20 minutes later, in the kitchen, I’m nearly finished cooking when Gasser tiredly shambles into the room. Instead of sitting down at the kitchen table, he walks up to me near the fridge. When he reaches me he wheels around and pushes his ample backside into my lower back.

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 Gasser rips a rumbling, 6 second fart on me that startles me. He reaches back, grabbing my hips with his hands so I can't get away.

After yawning, Gasser says, “Stay right there, I’m gonna mark you with my potent, morning, butt thunder.”

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As I finish making breakfast, Gasser follows, keeping his ass pressed against me, and farting.

Once I’m done we take our seats and eat. I ask him where he’d like me to drop him off and he tells me near the bar is good. 

Once we’re finished, Gasser stands up and walks up to me still sitting in my chair. He grabs the back of my neck and tilts my head backwards. He pulls down the back of his shorts, freeing his jiggling, meaty moons. He turns around and sits his fleshy cakes on my upturned face. 

Gasser starts aggressively wiping his ass around my face until his hole finds my slightly-open mouth. 

“I hope you saved room, fart-sniffer because here comes my signature, morning eggs. FGH… They’re a real gas… NGH”

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A 25 second hurricane of Gasser’s ass wind roars into my open mouth and echoes down my gullet. Once Gasser frees me, I drop my head between my knees, dry heaving on his sulfuric, eggy devastation.

Gasser snickers, “Hehe, I know you loved it and want more. And you’ll get it as long as you pay me.”

Once I gain my bearings, I get dressed and drop him off near the bar. This becomes the norm for us. Almost everyday, he pops up when I leave the bar and comes home with me. There, he farts and farts on me, like the farting god he is. And on some nights, he spends the night. It costs me 2 grand a week; that's basically nothing to me.

I’m starting to catch feelings for him which is a bad thing because I know it's all about the money for him. It's okay; I ignore this feeling.

It’s been 7 months and I’ve paid this gassy, young jock an insane amount of money. And I don’t regret a single cent of it. It’s money well spent.

My friend, who won’t ride in my car anymore, is a college professor of finance. Once a semester, he asks me to come into class so I can talk with his students.

When I step in front of the class and introduce myself, I’m shocked to see Gasser in the front row. With a roll call I find out Gasser’s real name is Gary Waters. I school my features but he’s looking at me, wide-eyed. 

My talk with the class goes swimmingly. Thankfully Gasser, or I mean Gary, does nothing to garner my attention.

Once class is ended, Gary runs out of the room like a bat outta hell. After saying goodbye to my friend, I head to my car. I parked in a secluded lot quite a distance away. It's the only free lot around. 

I’m a block away when I’m pulled into an alley and pinned against the wall by Gary. It’s almost nostalgic. Luckily no one’s around. Today he’s wearing a black cap, a black wife-beater, and gray sweats. 

Gasser looks pissed but I can see fear in his eyes. “Does Mr. Martin know about me mugging the rich? Is he gonna get me kicked out of school? Is he gonna involve the police?” He shoots out a rapid fire of questions.

“Relax Gasser, he knows nothing. I haven’t now or ever will rat you out. I promise.” I call him Gasser instead of his real name, so he can feel like he’s in control.

Gasser relaxes, letting me go. He gives me a shaky smile. “That’s good to know. I was worried I’d have to fart my professor to death, silencing him and showing you what happens to the people you blab my secret to. Afterwards, of course, your face would be headed straight for my big ole booty for several stinky hours.” Gasser teases to lighten the mood. But with my first-hand experience, I’m pretty sure Gasser could fart someone to death. That’s both frightening and hot. 

“Well I’m done with classes for the day, mind giving me a ride to my apartment? Midterms are next week and I need to study.” Gasser shoots me a cheeky grin. “And don’t worry about gas. It’s on me, or should I say, on you.” With a twist of his hips, he presses his bubbly ass against my waist and farts.

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Gasser laughs, noticing that he made me rock hard. “Haha, let’s go. Fart-boxing you in your fancy car always highlights my day.” He teases and winks at me.

After a gassy, 20 minute drive I pull up to his apartment complex, and I’m horrified. The place is dilapidated; it should be condemned. A guy’s puking on the front steps, and an elderly woman is sticking her ass out of a window and twerking.

“What the hell? With all the money you… acquire, why are you living here?” I question.

“I use most of the money for tuition, and send the rest to my mom and 3 younger brothers. This is the cheapest place around.” He says, deciding to be honest with me. 

I shake my head as I drive off, confusing Gasser. 

For the first time, I take control. “You're gonna study at my place. And you're moving this week. Either you can move into a better place, and I’ll pay for it. Or you can move in with me, taking one of my guest bedrooms. Rent-free of course.”

I’m nervous about how he’ll react, but with a side-glance I see him smiling. 

Gasser chooses to move into my guest bedroom. Things change a lot over the next couple of months. I no longer go to that bar since Gasser's here. I no longer need to lure him out so he’ll fart on me. Now, everyday, he’s farting on me endlessly. 

Every morning, before I leave for work and he for school, Gasser farts on me several times. He really gasses me after I make breakfast. He says that it’s his booty thanking me for the food. And I’ve become quite used to being woken up by him sitting his dump-truck ass on my face and ripping a monster fart.

Gasser takes care of dinner since he returns home long before me. He either cooks or orders out. After the first week of doing this, he informs me that he farted on every meal he served me, knowing I'd love that. Since then, he farts on my food right in front of me, every night. Both of us get enjoyment out of it.

When I return home after a long and stressful workday, Gasser takes me to my bedroom and lies me on my back, on the bed. He then climbs on top of me and drops his huge backside onto my face. He’ll sit on top of my face for hours, farting non-stop. He butt bombs all my worries and stress away.

Although Gasser complains I stay firm and pay him an allowance of 10,000 dollars a month. He’s on top of his tuition and making sure his family thrives. I know he’ll be mad but when he graduates, I plan on paying off the rest of his student debt.

With how much I’m paying him, the Butt Bombing Bandit is no more; Gasser has no need to mug the rich. I’m happy about this mostly because I don’t want him getting caught. But another part of me selfishly wants him to fart on only me.

It's difficult but I’m ensuring that we’re nothing more than roommates while he lives here. I make sure neither of us cross boundaries. I don’t want him to feel like he has to sleep with me. 

Gasser is relentlessly testing my self-restraint. I try to stay strong but I’m only human.

It’s been six months. I come home to find the house completely dark and quiet.

“Gasser?” I call as I turn on the lights in the sitting-room.

Suddenly, powerful arms wrap around me from behind. I'm dragged over to the side of the room and shoved into the corner. My assailant is Gasser. He’s keeping me in the corner, not letting me move.

Like a sexy blast from the past, Gasser’s wearing a backwards black cap, a black bandana covering the lower part of his face, and a dingy, unwashed, used-to-be-white jockstrap. I’m slack-jawed and completely hard by what he’s wearing. 

With narrowed eyes, Gasser growls, “I’m done with these games, Will! We obviously like each other but you won’t give us a chance.”

“Gasser, you’re living with me. I don’t want to take advantage of you.” I explain.

Gasser scoffs, “You take advantage of me? Please. We both know who’s in charge.”

Gasser’s demeanor changes. I see a mischievous glint, twinkle in his eyes. “Mmm, maybe I should let the Butt Bombing Bandit come out and play. Looks like he's gonna have to steal what I want. And what I want is you!"

Gasser grabs me by the shoulders and shoves me to my knees. He then spins around, making me gasp. His filthy jockstrap is showcasing his fleshy, protruding orbs. His watermelon-sized globes are huge and smooth with a slight sheen of sweat. 

My ogling is ended as Gasser reaches back and spreads his cheeks, revealing his winking pucker. With the back of my head trapped against the wall, my face has nowhere to escape as Gasser thrusts his gaping crack backwards. 

In an instant, my face is swallowed up by Gasser’s toxic trench. His fat, doughy globes rush over the sides of my head and meet the wall, completely entombing my face in his ass. I can feel Gasser’s hole kissing the tip of my nose.

Gasser’s deep voice rumbles all around me.

“Look what you did, Will? You didn’t give me what I wanted so you brought the Butt Bombing Bandit out of retirement… GGH”

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“You know I won’t stop farting until I get what I want. Surrender to my demands and lethal fumes… HGH”

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“Give in and be mine. You know the Butt Bombing Bandit never leaves empty handed… FGH”

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After ripping another scorcher up my nose, Gasser steps forward, pulling me out of his bubbly ass. But keeping his meaty slabs inches from my face, letting me reply.

“Gasser, I can’t-”

“Lips on hole, bitch” Gasser interrupts, backing up and consuming my face back into his cavern of a crack. 

He starts rolling his hips, working his pucker around my face until it’s resting against my mouth.

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“I should’ve realized you were being noble. That just ticks me off. And you know angering me makes my farts smell worse. So you did this to yourself. Now, suffer… NGH”

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Once again, Gasser pulls me out of his ass, letting me gasp for semi-fresh air, but keeping his butt crack against my nose. 

“Now do you agree to be mine or is this mugging going to continue.” Gasser threatens with a poot on my nose.

Gasser's fumes have me crying and my hard-on leaking. I'm tired of resisting. “Okay Gasser, you win. Fuck, I want you so bad. But if you ever feel like you can’t say 'no' or something, just tell me, okay?” I surrender.

Next thing I know, Gasser’s fireman-carrying me as he charges upstairs. My vision is dominated by his upside-down, bare, fleshy moons as they bounce and clap against each other as he runs.

“About damn time! I’ve been dying to claim this ass for months!” Gasser growls as he slaps my ass, making me yelp. As he races us to his bedroom, he poots in my face several times.

Gasser demonstrates his high-level stamina by fucking me five times that night.

After getting together, things change again, for the better. Gasser loves kissing me in public. And in private, he's constantly making me kiss his fart-spewing butthole, and I love it.

I've learned that Gasser’s very horny. He surprises me often by tossing me onto the nearest flat surface, and railing me senseless. And that doesn't include sex in our bed every night.

Also, Gasser’s constantly shoving me onto my knees. It's a 50/50 chance whether I'm getting a mouthful of his meat or an eggy fart, but I love both.

We’ve been together for a year and I’ve never had a better relationship.

We just saw a late night movie and are walking back to my car. 

We’re stopped by a guy who steps out of the shadowy alley, brandishing a pocket-knife. “Alright cock-suckers! Give me your cash and you’ll get to live.”

Faster than I can comprehend, Gasser knocks the knife out of our would-be-mugger’s grasp, with one hand, and takes him by the wrist. And with the other he grabs him by the neck, choking him. 

No one's around. 

The mugger looks scared, shitless. “Fuck! Are you a cop or something?”

Gasser shrugs with a cheeky grin. “Maybe. Maybe not. Hell, maybe I’m even the Butt Bombing Bandit.”

The guy’s eyes widen. “He’s a myth.”

Gasser’s grin broadens into a wolfish one. “Then lucky you. You get to smell an urban legend, up close and personal.”

Gasser lets go of his neck before tossing a leg over their joint hands. Gasser tugs on his arm, making the mugger fall to his knees and face-plant against his ass. The guy’s entire face sinks into Gasser’s pillowy ass fat, smothering him.

Gasser shoots me a roguish grin. “Never fear babe, me and my nasty booty will always keep you safe.”

Gasser extends his index finger as he starts grunting and straining. His brow furrows and his face turns red with exertion. 

“NGH… This guy's screwed, babe. Pull my finger… UGH”

I’m completely hard and about to pop. Unable to deny his request, I pull his finger, making Gasser erupt.

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[englishfag]

When we talk, I can’t stop imagining how pretty his moans would sound. I get distracted imaging the breathy gasps he’d make while I thrust inside of him. I want to hear all the little sounds he makes when he gets fucked. He’s so shy, I want to make him get loud. I want to experiment with his pretty body. I need to test what makes him moan and beg. When I look in to his pretty eyes, I can’t stop imaging him looking up at me while I fuck him. The silent begging with his eyes, I want to see how his face looks when he’s longing to be fucked by me.

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I wish someone would use me whenever they wanted, use my body however they wanted. we're sitting on the couch watching movies and they stick their hand down my pants to play with me. we're in the kitchen making snacks and they bend me over the counter and start grinding against my ass. we're standing around talking and they push me down on my knees and press my face into their crotch. we're cuddling in bed and they slide inside my cunt. it shouldn't be a big deal to use me. we should normalize using my body for your gratification.

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I had been sleeping peacefully when i had noticed i couldnt move. My eyes slowly blinked open and i glanced around the room, soon coming to my wrists and ankles being tied to the bed's frame. I groggily laid there as my husband came in through the doors with another woman, she couldnt have been over 20 years old. why was she walking into our bedroom with my man? I tried to call out to them when i realized i was gagged by my own panties with my mouth taped shut. I was also completely naked and had a vibrator attached to my clit. Feeling confused and exposed i looked to my husband for answers. "Oh, good, you're awake.. as you know, ive gotten my promotion so im now owner of the company ive been working for.. they insist on me having an assistant so this is sweet young lady is applying as my secretary and is here for the interview."

Filled with even more confusion i look on as my husband begins undressing her, showing off her young goddess like body as she stood proudly. He pressed a button on a remote and the vibrator attached to me turned on causing my knees to collapse inward. He played with her perky Bs from behind, making sure i could see them bounce while her nipples got hard. He then moved his hand to her pussy and played with her clit. I shot up in protest but the restraints kept me held down and he turned the vibrator up slightly with a knob. The girl bent over our chair, revealing her soaked pussy and asshole. He chuckled as he positioned himself to her hole, shoving it in and out while i protested more. The more i fought, the more he turned up the power on the vibrator. I was forced to watch my husband fuck another woman in front of me and at the same time i was forced to enjoy it due to the stimulation on my clit. The woman seemed to enjoy this more as she took my husband's cock in her, giving me smug looks in the process. "Aw.. you poor, poor woman.." she cooed, "you really cant satisfy your man? Now look at what you've done.. he has to go out finding other women to fuck." He chuckled and looked at me with a mischievous smile as i came from the stimulation. "Pathetic.. cumming to your cheating husband.. you really are disgusting." I laid there crying from the pain in my chest as well as the pain in my clit. I hated every second..

Why was he doing this to me? I was such a good wife. No, i wasnt young.. i wasnt the prettiest or had the nicest body.. but i was still a good wife.. i did so much for my husband.. has he always been cheating on me? Why did he have to do this to me? This is so humiliating.. so cruel.. 15 years of marriage just down the drain. What didnt i do right?

They both laughed at my expense as he pumped her full of his cum, pulling out and spreading her open so i could see it begin to drip out. "Look at that.. pretty, aint it? Really pretty pussy.. you should take a closer look." He ordered her to ungag me and before i could get a word out to either of them she sat on my face, making me eat the cum out of her. I felt my husband playing with the vibrator while she rubbed her pussy on my face.. turning it on and off, up and down. Climax shot through my body once more and he turned the vibrator on max causing me to squirt and make a mess all over the sheets. He chuckled and pulled the woman off of me, handing her the remote as he positioned his cum-covered cock into my mouth. "My turn now.. treat her right, young lady. Do good and youll definitely be hired." He thrusted in and out of my mouth, shoving it deep down my throat as i coughed, gagged and gasped for air, all while the girl played clumsily with the vibrator. Tears rolled down my cheeks as i was unable to breathe, fighting to push his cock out as the girl found a rhythm my body liked. I squirted again, my husband pounding into my mouth and soon cumming down my throat. I coughed and gasped as he pulled out, letting out loud cries as they left the vibrator on. He smacked her ass playfully and pulled her close, kissing into her lips. "Good girl, youve done well.. very well.. lets leave this pathetic bitch be." She giggled as they walked out the door, never turning back to my pleas and cries.

(Another one down 🤗 this request was kinda new to me, ive never done anything with cuckholding before but it was enjoyable to try something new!)

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I want a dom to make me their porn as they masturbate. I want them to tell me how to touch myself, what to moan, how fast, how hard, how deep. I want them to direct me for their visual and auditory enjoyment instead of my pleasure. "I'm your good boy," I chant as I stroke my cock and bounce on the dildo they chose, getting so close that my voice comes breathless, "I'm your good boy." They watch me lustfully, a wicked glint, "deep throat that cock," they instruct and I can't help but whimper and whine with disappointment. I slide the hardness out of my hole with a slick pop, moaning at the taste of my own wetness as I push it back on my tongue. "good boy," they moan, nostrils flaring getting closer, "fuck your face," I obey, spluttering and gagging as the shaft moves back and forth, "ugh fuck, that noise, good boy, keep going, sound so good, keep touching your cock, slut, my fuck toy." They grunt as I fuck my face mercilessly, drool coating my arm and neck, my hard cock throbbing, my holes clenching as I hear them cum. I keep going though, they haven't told me to stop.

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[englishfag]

Sharing a sub with another dom would be so much fun, imagine how wet you could get it just from both of you starting to gang up on the poor thing… Lifting their jaw up to look you in the eyes, the other dom tracing their hands down the sub’s hips. Commanding them to look at you as the other person teases them, making them squirm as their fingers dip under the sub’s waistband. Telling it what a little slut it is for trying to get two people at once, making them dizzy by talking about them like the toy they’re gonna be for you. Both of you kissing it’s neck, one biting and the other licking… pulling away to make out with the other dom right in front of the sub, ignoring it except for dual hands around their cock,. Holding the leash while you fuck them from behind, sloppily making out with the other dom’s cunt as you both laugh at its pathetic struggling. Forcing it between you so it can’t escape, the dom in front groping their chest and the dom from behind slapping their clit. Completely trapped and seconds away from being made the property of two owners.. One dick in its ass and the other in its cunt… feeling them rub up against each other inside of your pretty sub.. Forcing the sub to come on both of your cocks. It has to be fair, right? Before making them clean up the mess.

[englishfag]

"You got like 5 minutes to get this nut out of my balls boy before the other guys get here. If they find you on your knees with my dick in your mouth, you’re gonna be in for a very long night...unless that’s what you want?"

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[englishfag]

[englishfag]

As long as we kept some straight porn on the TV, Kyle was cool with me sucking him off. He wouldn’t touch me at all but his cock was amazing and he shoots a big load that he loves having swallowed. He stops over once or twice a week when he’s home from college and it’s always the same routine. Some straight porn while I suck him dry. He blows his load, says “Thanks” and leaves. I don’t hear from him again until the next time he needs to unload.  

[englishfag]

Love it when guys are so excited about having a cocksucker in front of them that they are already hard when I pull their dick out of their underwear.