By: GxldenRose
As I nearly finish sucking out the life out of this girl, I lick my lips, the wonderful taste of blood touching my tongue.
“Lizzie, you want a bite before I finish her off?” I asked, looking at my blonde-haired girlfriend on the side of the bed. “No, Hope. You are supposed to be farting on her, not feeding off her. This girl is the fifth one you’ve been through this week, and it’s only Tuesday.” Lizzie replied, rolling her eyes. I finish her off, releasing her, dropping her body to the floor. “Well, I don’t like how she did her makeup, that she wasn’t sniffing enough, and she always cried when I was rough with her a-” Lizzie cuts me off.
“I think you are just being extremely picky. Second, your farts stink like hell, and they’re taking them at point-blank range, so it must feel like torture.” She says, sympathizing with the girls.
I go and sit next to her on the bed. “But you like my stinky farts, don’t you?” I asked, smirking. “Hope, that's a silly question. Of course I do!” Lizzie replied. “Then show me how much you like my farts.” I said, seeing her blush at my words. “What?! Now!? The next girl will be here in like 15 minutes!” Lizzie shouted. “Come on, lay down. That’s enough time for a short fart session. Just do it,” I insisted. “What if you run out, though?!” She exclaimed. “Liz, stop making excuses and lie down on the bed before I compel you to do so,“ I said darkly, glaring at her. Hearing those words, she looks back at me with an “I’m sorry” expression and quickly goes to the middle of the bed and lies down.
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Hope lifts one leg over to the left side of my head, then the other on the other side. Afterwards, she sits on my face. “I think by now you know how this goes,” I attempted to reply, but it was muffled. “I'm going to assume you said yes. Now, kiss my asscheeks darling,” she says, lifting her butt slightly. I obey, kissing her covered asscheeks slowly from right to left, just how she likes it. “Oh, yes, just like that. Good girl,” She praises seductively, sending a chill down my spine. A couple of minutes passed, and I was still kissing Hope's covered asscheeks, getting frustrated because I could hear her stomach grumbling, meaning she had to fart but wasn't letting them out, probably to punish me for my attitude earlier. I wanted to stop and ask her to just let her gas out on me, but I knew that if I disobeyed her, stopping before I was told to, she might not fart on me at all. As if she read my mind, I saw her moving her butt, and her asshole pushing against her pants, so I quickly put my nose there to prepare for impact. I was truly excited for what was about to come.
𝘽𝘽𝘽𝘽𝘽𝙍𝙍𝙍𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙋𝙋𝙋𝙋𝙋𝙏𝙏𝙏
“Ahhh~” she moaned after the 5-second fart sputtered out of her ass and vibrated on my face. The sound of it was deep and bubbly. Even though I was expecting it, I still flinched a bit. “Oh, Lizzieee, I don’t hear you sniffingggg.” Hope said in a sing-songy voice, to which I obeyed, taking a few sniffs, groaning in arousal at how intense the smell was. It smelled horrible. Like rotten eggs, but so good at the same time, making me crave more. “What? Is it too stinky for you?” She laughs, lifting her ass and turning to look back at me for a response. “No, they smell fucking amazing. I love it, Mistress!” I reply, lifting my head and taking a series of deep sniffs of her ass, just barely holding back a gag. It was like my brain wanted me to pull away, but my vagina was telling a far different story. I was beginning to get wet, and me being the dumb blonde I am, wore no panties today so she’d notice that I was wet if she looked. I also began blushing a bit, which she saw. “I don’t know whether you’re blushing because the smell is so bad or you are turned on, but I honestly hope it's both,” Hope said. It WAS both. She then moved her ass back onto my face and looked down, noticing a wet spot on my pants. “One fart and you’re already wet? How adorable,” she chuckled. “Lucky for you, I have more c-'' Just as Hope is about to finish her sentence, she hears the doorbell ring, making her get up. “Please don’t stop now. Give me more!” I pleaded, wanting more of her gas. Doing this would probably be no use, so I don't know why I even ask. “No, I have to greet our new guest, Liz. Go get yourself smelling better.” As expected, Hope denies my request. “But you got me all-” She cuts me off, “Hot and bothered? Awww, how sad. Maybe if you hadn't back talked earlier, I would have done so.” Hope said, heading to the door. She was right. She had gotten me all worked up. “Next time, I won’t talk back to her like that.”
I thought.
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I ring the doorbell for the third time. At this point, I’d been waiting for about a minute. Maybe it was a scam. I mean, the ad did say It’d pay 80 an hour which is way above average, and that's suspicious in itself, but I have to risk it; I needed the money as I had just lost my job because of some stupid girl making false accusations about me. As I was about to leave, the door opened. There stood a beautiful girl; she wore a black leather jacket and black pants to go with it, was a brunette, had pretty blue eyes that were like pools of water that you could dive into, and she was also kind of short. “Hello, sorry for the wait. I was dealing with something.” She said; I just stared at her beguiled. Even her voice was beautiful. I’m surely as red as a tomato right now. I hear the girl giggle, seeing how I was already obsessed with her. “Why don’t you come in and let's talk about this job.” She says with a welcoming smile. As soon as I enter, a fantastic smell begins to flood my nostrils. “Is that lavender?” I ask her. “Yes it is. Lavender is one of my favorite scents. Oh, and by the way, my name is Hope.” She replied. “P-Pretty name,” I said, stuttering, prompting a giggle from her again. Then, she walked over to a red couch with a big TV and table in front of it and sat down; me doing the same afterwards. “Let’s start with the basics! What is your name?” Hope asks, reaching for a notebook and pen lying on the table. When she picks the pen up, she accidentally drops it on the floor. “Oops,” She says, bending down to get the pen. This is when I notice how nice of an ass she has. I just stared for a moment and suddenly…
𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙧𝙧𝙥𝙥𝙥
A short but loud and gross sounding fart bubbled out of her ass, blasting me in the face with a horrid stench, making me turn away and cough a bit.
“Oh gosh, e-excuse me,” Hope stammered, obviously embarrassed by what had just happened. She got up and sat back on the couch. “Oh, It’s okay. Everybody does it, it's natural.” I reassured her pretending it smelled way less bad than it did. “Anyway, um, w-where were we?” Hope asks, fiddling with her hair nervously. “You asked for my name.” I replied. “Oh yeah, what's your name?” Her stuttering was so cute that I almost forgot about the lingering smell of sulfur in the room. “My name is Lila. Kind of like Lily, but with an A.” The reason why I had to clarify that was because people would often pronounce my name Lie-la once seeing it on paper. “Ooh, pretty!” Hope replied, writing down my name. “Hey, do you have any snacks here?” I asked, beginning to get a bit hungry. I had skipped lunch today, so I'm guessing that's why. “Yeah, go open the cabinet in the kitchen. There should be some chips and pretzels, and maybe some other food may be of interest to you.” She smiles, motioning to where the kitchen is. So, I walk over to the kitchen and see a bag of my favorite type of pretzels; Pretzels from the brand Snack Factory. “Ooh yum, maybe I can get some water to go with it!” I think to myself, opening the fridge. When I opened the refrigerator, I gasped; it was filled with blood bags. My supernatural-obsessed friend Darla said that the animal attacks reported in this town were vampire attacks, and I never believed her. Maybe she was right. Maybe Hope is a vampire, and I am her next meal. Maybe she's just batshit crazy. Or maybe I could be overthinking it. I mean, Halloween was in a few weeks, so the blood could be fake. I quickly but carefully closed the fridge, but when I turned around I jumped seeing hope stand in front of me. “Hope, were you behind me that whole time…?” I ask, my voice a bit shaky. “You looked in my fridge. Did you not?” She asks, completely ignoring my question. “Yes, I did….” I answered quietly, shifting my feet.
“So I’m guessing you saw the blood in the fridge.” She says, smirking. “Y-Yes,” I stammered, backing up a bit. “I guess the secret is out then. Come with me.” Hope says, heading towards the stairs, me following after. I was too afraid to deny her or ask questions. We walk down the hall and into what I am assuming is Hope's room. As soon as I entered, a horrible stench entered my nostrils, and I gagged. “What is that smell?!” I exclaimed, covering my nose. “Lay down on the bed,” She demanded blankly. “W-What, why?” I ask.
“I said, lay down on the bed.” She repeats, but this time in a darker tone. I instantly obey, quickly getting on the bed and lying down. “Good girl,” Hope praises, chuckling and getting onto the bed and going over to me. She then swings both legs over my body and gets on her hands and knees, scooting back so her ass is right next to my face. “W-What are you doing?” I ask. Soon after, I hear her stomach rumble. “It's coming….” Hope groans. “Wh-
𝘽𝙍𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙋𝙋𝙋𝙋𝙋𝙋𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏
A three second fart bubbled out of her ass, straight into my nose. The smell was absolutely disgusting. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I exclaimed, turning my face away, coughing and gagging. “Sniff it.”
Hope replied, looking back at me. “W-What…?” By the look on her face, she wasn’t joking. “You heard me,” she said, shaking her ass around a bit. “But I-” She cut me
off. “Sniff it, or I'll make you!” Hearing that and being scared of her, I look forward and take a deep whiff, making me instantly gag. “Keep sniffing,” She told me. It was so nasty; it must have been one of the worst things I've ever smelled, but again, I didn’t know what she’d do if I disobeyed her. So, I took another sniff, and again, I began to gag. “Pathetic, yet obedient. Get ready for another.” Right as she said that, her name was called out. “Hope, come here!” Hope immediately gets up, and I sit up on the bed, coughing and waving the smell away. “You got lucky this time, but don't you DARE try to leave this room,” she shouted, going out the door. I wouldn't even dare to disobey her. After all, god knows what she’d do if I left.
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As I entered the room, I saw Lizzie on the bed with her hand on her stomach. “What’s wrong, baby? Are you okay?” I asked her, hearing her stomach growl wildly. “As revenge for you not farting on me more, I may have eaten those cookies you told me not to.” She said, looking up at me in pain. “I know what the problem is.” I smirked. “W-What is it?” She stuttered, looking nervous. “How many cookies did you eat?” I asked. “5, t-they were really good!” She faltered again. “You are gassy, and you will be for the next two hours and thirty minutes.” I reply, and her jaw drops. Right then, her stomach rumbles again, and Lizzie begins to try to hold it in. “Come on, Lizzie. It will only hurt more the longer you hold it in. “But-” I hastily pushed on her stomach.
BLURPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTT
A long, bubbly, and loud fart bursts out of her asshole, stinking up the room quickly, and flooding my sensitive werewolf nostrils up with its strong aroma. “Ahhh, that felt SO GOOD coming out.” Lizzie moaned. I was in shock, I never heard her fart like that before, but oh was it hot. It stunk so much and made me so turned on, but I wouldn’t show that. “Told you I'd feel good. You should let some of that monstrous gas out onto our fart slave,” I suggested. “I c-can’t,” Lizzie replied. “Why?” I inquired. “I would feel gross…I’m not as ruthless as you,” Lizzie looked down. “Come on! You’re a badass heretic, Lizzie. You’ve done more horrid things to people before.” I replied, encouraging her. “Ok, f-fine, I’ll try….” Lizzie said unsurely. “Good, let's go then.”
I said, grabbing her arm and bringing her to the room where Lila was. Upon entering, Lila jumped and just looked at us in fear. “Meet my wonderful girlfriend, Lizzie,” I smiled. Lizzie’s stomach began to rumble wildly.
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I knew exactly what that meant; I was about to dread what this blonde-haired girl would do to me. She walked up to me and gazed at me with uncertainty, then looked back at Hope. “I don’t know If I can do this…” She mumbled to her girlfriend. “You can, just find your own style of doing it, Liz.” Hope replied, encouraging her. Lizzie’s stomach then groaned wildly again, and she sighed. “L-Lie down on the bed…” she sounded unsure, almost like she didn’t want to do it to me. But it didn’t matter, as her girlfriend wanted her to. So, I lay down on the bed, anticipating the worst.
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“Hope, I-” I started, but hope cut me off. “You’ll enjoy it, trust me.” She smirked and I sighed. Slowly, I climbed onto her bed and looked at the girl; she looked terrified, which brought me joy. Something snapped in me. “Don’t look so scared; it's just my ass; it’s not like it’ll bite or anything,” I snickered as I turned around and sat on her face. “MMMMHHH, MMMFFFF!” Lila screamed, only to be softened by my ass. So, I lift my ass slightly to let her speak. “Please don’t!” She begged. “I promise you, they’ll smell amazing!” I giggled, smashing my ass back down on her face and soon heard my stomach grumble again. “Here comes, get ready to sniff…”
FRAPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT
BRUMPTTTTTTTT
PURTTTTTTT
BRAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
A series of deep, bubbly farts rumbled out of my ass, muffled ever so slightly by Lila’s face.
“Ahhhh,” I moaned.
“Mmmph, mmmmph, mmph!”
She screamed, struggling under me. “What’s wrong? Doesn’t it smell good?” I giggled, rubbing my ass around her face. She just responds by wiggling around more. “Mmph!” She screamed, muffled again. “Struggling won’t do anything.” I said, lowering my voice to a sinister tone. “MMPPHH,” She struggled more. Foolish human, she didn’t listen of course. “Here comes another one!”
BRAPPPPPPPPPPP
Another huge fart comes bubbling out of my asshole. “Damn babe, what did you eat?” Hope says giggling.
“Just some cookies of course, Babe. But I hope to be eating you later.”
It was imminent that she was flustered by my words because of her now rose-tinted cheeks. I get up and look at her. “Did that smell good? Oh I bet it did!” I giggled, getting up. She looked horrified. “NO! It stunk like all hell!” She spat. “It smells great, be quiet,” I replied.
“Then let’s see what your girlfriend thinks about it!” Lila said. “That’s actually not a bad idea. You’re part werewolf so it will make the smell even stronger for you! You should try sniffing it, Hopey!” I suggested.
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Was she really asking me to do this..? I wanted to say yes, but I’d be turned on so much after that she’d notice. “No,” I said firmly. “Aw, don’t tell me the Almighty Tribrid is afraid of a little gas,” Lizzie teased. “Fine, only because I love you,” I sighed. “Good, and I’m going to take my pants off so you can get a better whiff of it too!” Lizzie swiftly took her pants off to reveal her bare ass. Gosh she was so hot, I turned red as a tomato again. “Lay down on the bed with your head on the pillow,” she ordered. I obliged, after I did so, she came over and swung both legs over each side of my head, put her hands on each side of my stomach and looked back at me. “I want to feel that pretty little nose of yours on my asshole and hear you sniffing, mistress.” She requested. Gosh, I swear I could already feel the wetness inside my panties, and she hadn’t even done anything yet. I could also see that Lizzie was fairly wet too. As my nose touched her asshole, I could smell all the stale farts from there, and gosh It stunk but was wonderful at the same time. “Perfect,” She said softly. Just then Lizzie’s stomach began to growl wildly. Loudly too. “Oh gosh, this is going to be a lot. Make sure you inhale all of it~” So, I started sniffing before she even started releasing her gas on me so I could make sure I’d be getting it all. “Eager are we? Well, get ready Mistress!” She giggles.
Brtttttttttttttttttt
Bruuuuptttttttttt
Frappppppppppppppp
Brapppppppp
BRTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
FRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
“This feels so fucking good mistress~! I hope you’re enjoying every bit.”
I was fighting the urge to stop sniffing, pull away, and gag because it was so stinky. It burned my nostrils and smelled like spoiled milk. However, it turned me on so much. The strong smell, how much of it there was, how it bubbled out of her asshole. If I was wet before, I was sure to be soaking wet now.
BRAPT
BRAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
BRTTTT
BURRRRRRTTTTT
FRUMMPTTT
BLURTTTTTTTT
BLORTTTTTTTTTTTTT
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“Ahhhh, that felt nice. How's the smell?” She asked, looking back at me again. “I love you, but that was just *cough* one of the worst things i’ve ever smelled in my whole life…” I said, prompting Lizzie to get up and face me, me getting up too. After I did, she pushed me back down. “That’s not what It seems like by the look on your face. I’ve never seen you blush that hard, Mistress,” She chuckled. “It's because of that smell!” I lied. “You know, I do have enough gas for the both of you…” she smirked, looking me in the eyes.
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“I-” She started, but I quickly interrupted her by putting my hand in her pants. “You’re soaking wet, mistress. There’s no denying how much you liked it~”
I chuckled again, rubbing her clit a bit.
“Fuck…” She moaned. “So does this mean you do want more?” I asked.
“I have a better idea, let’s both have our fun with her,” Hope suggested.