By: ohdurr
I woke to my alarm with a sense of dread and a stiff cock. That pretty much summed up the start of my junior year in college, though that day the stiffy was a bit worse. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that the dream was to blame.
My ex-girlfriend, Emma, was in it, of course. I was sitting alone in my favorite corner of the university library, my eyes glazed over in boredom, staring down at an open book. She was wearing that sexy little summer dress of hers and a pair of heels. I watched in amazement as her large, round ass swayed and jiggled all the way across the library, heading towards my table, drawing the eyes of every guy she passed.
The dream was so vivid I could smell her shampoo and the floral scent of her favorite body wash. When she finally sat down beside me, she brushed her chestnut hair behind her ears and gave me the look.
The look she used to give me before she was about to rip absolute ass.
My ex was known to let some serious farts out from time to time. Like most of her dirty deeds, she never tried to deny the act itself, but she was quick to pass it off as a mistake and pretend like I wasn't completely grossed out by her farting. I still remember that night, a little less than two weeks after we'd first hooked up. Emma was straddling me in bed and grinding on my hard dick while we passionately made out. I felt one of her ass cheeks flex and then heard a sudden, loud fart escape her hole. We both froze, the hot, wet kiss still lingering as our lips parted. I opened my eyes just in time to see her cheeks blush to match her lips, but instead of getting off of me like I hoped, she just whispered an embarrassed "oops" before giving me a shy smile. Then, with our eyes locked, she reached behind her back and slowly unzipped my pants.
That was the start of her long string of attempts to desensitize me to her gas. As the months passed, Emma became increasingly daring in her tactics. She would rip farts right in my face when I went down on her. Or let out a barrage while riding my cock, not stopping even after I had climaxed.
Then there were her surprise farts. These were my least favorite. I never knew when Emma might rip a monster fart on me. Sometimes it was during a kiss, when she was on my lap, other times it was in my sleep, when I was completely powerless to fight back against her huge ass directly on my face.
My dream that morning was playing on one of those memories. She gave me the look, her hazel eyes going wide with mischief. Before I could move, Emma slid off of her chair, hiked her dress up, and then squatted down above my crotch. The sound of her ass churning filled my ears as she cut the most toxic, longest fart of my life directly over my stiff erection gained by the rumbling of her ass on my sensitive area. By the time she finished, my eyes were watering from the acrid cloud of stink she had unleashed on me, but she simply pulled down her dress, gave my nose an affectionate rub, then turned around on my lap to gave me a kiss.
And that was just how she was. My Emma had a kinky side. She had a great personality, but she also had a fat ass and an affinity for farting. She didn't let any of her gas go to waste and I had spent far too much time being her fart mule. I should have ended it from the get-go, but it had actually been pretty exciting to think that she enjoyed being dirty, especially in that kind of way. I even got some kind of masochistic pleasure out of it when I had a chance to fight back. But eventually, it became clear that Emma wasn't going to stop farting on me or passing them off as accidents, and so I'd had to call it quits.
We had parted on good terms, so it was no surprise when she asked me to go with her to her sorority's first big mixer of the year. What was surprising was how she had been acting in the week leading up to the event. The two of us were constantly texting, catching up on everything going on in each others' lives and planning when we would be able to meet up in person. I thought maybe Emma wanted to hook-up. But no, the look she had given me in the dream was probably a clue that it was something else entirely.
When I finally got out of bed and showered, I left for the gym. After a long morning run and a few rounds of the free weight machines, I headed back to my apartment off campus. I spent most of the rest of the day playing video games with my roommate. It was the perfect kind of stress relief and when my phone buzzed later that afternoon, I felt refreshed and ready for whatever my ex had planned for that evening.
I got off the couch to pick up my charging phone from my desk. A text from Emma read:
"Come on over. We're having a pre-game thing in my room and I would love for you to hang with us for a bit."
I checked my appearance in the mirror by the front door. I'd only gone to the gym and then lounged around in a t-shirt and jeans. Emma didn't really care about appearances, but I couldn't exactly show up at her sorority looking like a slob. I ran to my closet, quickly picking out a gray sweater and dark pair of jeans. With a spritz of my favorite cologne, I was out the door and heading to the house.
The Alpha Xi Delta sorority house was just a short drive away on campus. I used to drive there all the time back when Emma and I were dating, so I knew the route well. I parked my car and headed for the front door. My palms started to sweat a little, my nervousness catching up to me, and so I stopped on the doorstep to take a few deep breaths. Then I raised my hand and knocked.
My heart raced a little as the door swung open and I saw the familiar, friendly faces of several girls I'd met over the past few years. The most important among them was the woman standing right behind them. She was wearing a blue sweater with leggings, looking gorgeous as usual, with her hair done up in a simple, yet stylish ponytail. She had that mischievous look on her face.
"Hey, everyone." I waved politely and they all responded with enthusiastic greetings of their own. I glanced at Emma, giving her a smile and she gestured for me to enter. "Come in! We're having a little get together before we all get dressed."
The group of girls stepped aside so I could enter the house. Emma gave me a hug, squeezing me tightly for a second, before breaking off to lead me towards the stairs. I waved at a couple of girls as we climbed up, passing the common area and the bedrooms, all the way up to her room.
It looked just like it did back in the summer, only the sheets on the bed had been changed, of course. She shut the door behind us as we entered the room, leaving me standing awkwardly in the middle of it with about 4 other girls sitting around her bedroom. I recognized one of them, a tall girl with strawberry blonde hair, from when we were still dating, and so I nodded and gave a little wave at her before Emma introduced me to the rest.
"So everyone," she began. "This is my ex, Daniel." The two of us shared an awkward look at that and she quickly continued. "I mean, this is Daniel, a friend of mine and a good person I know. Daniel, this is Katelyn, Tanya, Rachel, and Leigh." The girls gave a little wave and I reciprocated, giving my best charming smile.
"Hi, girls. It's nice to meet all of you."
They smiled back and started a bit of polite chit-chat as I sat on a small chair that Emma pulled from the corner for me. She then sat on the bed in front of me and I listened to the group's idle gossip. Most of it was sorority house stuff and some of it was about other sorority girls I had never heard of. It was fun listening to Emma and her friends talk about their lives in such detail, though it also brought back memories of being in this room, listening to her talk to her friends. I must have zoned out a little as my gaze settled on the bed, because I heard one of them ask,
"You okay, Daniel? You're spacing out over there." It was Rachel, who I remembered was one of Emma's sorority sisters and good friend.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry." I gave a smile and rubbed the back of my neck.
"Want something to drink? I think there are some ciders in the fridge. And Leigh has some vodka I can mix it with," Tanya, a tall girl with red hair said.
I looked around at the other girls, all of them smiling. They seemed friendly, especially Leigh who seemed to be eying me up and down with an amused expression.
"Yeah, sure," I responded. "Thanks, Tanya." She got up from her seat and went downstairs, leaving the rest of the girls chatting. It didn't take long for Rachel to take over the conversation with some kind of crazy story involving herself and her sister.
I only listened in half-interest, my attention drawn to Emma's smiling face as she reacted to her friend's story. She looked really cute today, just sitting there. It had only been about a week and I realized just how much I missed having her around. Maybe this party would be fun after all.
Tanya came back and handed me my drink, which I sipped politely while I listened to the rest of the conversation. They were all talking about their boyfriends, something I tried not to feel too uncomfortable about. But the chatter didn't last long. One by one, they excused themselves and Emma sent me a knowing smile before the room cleared out.
We were now alone and my nerves had returned. The door was closed, giving us some privacy, but I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't just an innocent meeting. My suspicions were confirmed when she turned around and looked me straight in the eyes.
"So, we should talk."
I nodded and shifted uncomfortably in my seat, preparing myself for whatever was coming next. She smiled a little before taking a deep breath.
"You look really nervous, you know?" Emma said with an amused chuckle. "But anyway, I should get to the point." Her voice had suddenly gone soft and I found myself leaning forward.
"Sure. Go ahead."
"Okay," she continued. "You're not here to be my plus-1 tonight, Daniel. You're here as the entertainment."
I stared blankly back at her and blinked. Then I let out a nervous chuckle.
"Uh, I think I missed something. Entertainment?"
Emma smiled again, looking a little more mischievous now, before she pushed herself to her feet.
"You remember what you told me when we broke up? The one reason we weren't compatible?" She moved slowly, almost teasingly, towards me, her smile widening with every step. "You remember what you told me that was deal-breaking for you?”
"Emma, you're kind of freaking me out here. Can you please just tell me what the fuck is going on?" I stood up, and a wave of drowsiness hit me. "Did you... did you drug my drink?" I blinked a few more times, my vision growing blurry and my balance swaying.
Emma reached for me, grabbing me before I collapsed. Her hazel eyes looked into my own as my legs gave out and the darkness came over me.
"Oh, honey. Tonight’s gonna be a stinker."
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I came to, but couldn't move. It took me a couple seconds to realize that I was strapped to a chair, my arms bound behind my back, with thick leather belts securing me to it. I felt like I'd woken up from a long, deep sleep, and it took a moment for my senses to catch up with what was happening.
I was in the corner of a room crowded with people, music, and lights. I soon recognized it to be the living room of the Alpha Xi Delta sorority house. I struggled against my restraints, trying to figure out what was going on, when a figure leaned over and I was able to recognize it as Emma. She wore a slinky, white dress with black pumps.
"So you're finally awake!" she shouted over the music. "Good, I want to show you something." Emma nodded to someone and the music was cut, silencing the party-goers, and their gazes turned towards us. "Okay everyone! Can I get your attention please? The entertainment for tonight's mixer will now be starting." She flashed a big smile, drawing cheers from the crowd. "Let's give a big round of applause for our friend, Daniel!"
She gestured towards me as the crowd let out a collective roar, the cheers and claps washing over me as I struggled again to get free of the chair I was tied to.
"Now," she began, taking the mic from the karaoke machine to her lips. "We have a special treat tonight, as Daniel is a special friend of mine and one who's very sensitive to certain things." The crowd erupted in a mixture of cheers and laughter as they took in her words.
"Wait, Emma." I struggled in the chair, pulling hard at the leather restraints binding me. "What are you talking about? Let me go! Emma, please!"
"So tonight, Daniel will be serving as your personal gas station." My heart stopped as Emma's eyes found me, her face a picture of mischief. "His purpose for this evening will be to take every single fart we all let out tonight, no matter how long, big, or smelly, he's going to take it like a champ, aren't you Daniel?" She gave a little wink in my direction.
I struggled against the chair, but I was securely locked to it with no hope of breaking out. A chorus of laughter broke out through the crowd as they looked upon my situation.
"No. No. No, no, no. Emma, come on. You've gotta be joking. Right?" But she just smiled.
"Anyway," she began again, talking to the crowd. "Let the party commence!" She turned on the music again as she threw up her arms in celebration, sending the room into a flurry of cheering.
The crowd began to break up again and the music filled my ears as people went back to what they were doing. I heard Emma's voice behind me over the sound.
"See you around, Daniel," she said with a soft giggle before I heard her heels clicking against the wood floor, leaving me in a state of disbelief as the room once again became a noisy mess of talking and drinking.
The straps around my body were strong, with no chance of me getting out without someone coming along to release me. I glanced around at the party-goers and caught glimpses of several girls staring in my direction and giggling.
A girl in a pink dress walked up to me. I didn't know who she was, but her hair was black and curly. She giggled at the sight of me tied up in a chair and reached into the small bag on her hip, taking out her phone and holding it up. The girl took a couple of photos and laughed as she examined her phone before putting it back into her bag. I called out to her as she turned and walked away.
"Wait, please!" She stopped and glanced at me with an amused smirk before turning away and rejoining the party. I let out a long groan as I sat there, hoping for someone to take pity and help me escape from this chair, but nobody came to my rescue.
My hopes were lifted again when a tall girl walked over. I recognized her immediately. Tanya, from the group upstairs. She was the one who brought me the drink. She wore a green dress that went to her knees and heels that matched her long red hair. I gave her a scowl, but she just laughed at me.
"You're looking a little stuck, huh? Need something to drink?"
“Very funny, Tanya. But please, let me out of here." I begged with all of the pathetic hope I could muster.
"Well," she began. "You sure you don’t a little treat?" Tanya said, turning around and hiking her dress up a little before I could see her green panties with her ass poking out of them.
"Please, no. Tanya, please let me out. I want out!" She didn’t listen, however, instead starting to back up. I closed my eyes tightly as her butt started to press up against my face, the warmth of her cheeks beginning to envelop me. The first fart escaped, a tiny squeaker, before it turned into a series of bubbly bursts against my face, which I was powerless to escape from.
Brrrrrrr-pppt-tttt-rrrpptp-pptpppp-ppppfppp-rrrt!
They came one after another and the air around me smelled like an open sewer. I felt Tanya's ass jiggle against my face with every little toot she let out. I held my breath as the last of the fart blasts passed into me.
"Thanks for taking it!" she said cheerfully, reaching down to give my nose a little tap. Then she left and I was alone again with a smelly aroma surrounding my face. I looked around at the crowd, my eyes burning with the stench and my nose tingling.
A girl, petite and dressed in a long, yellow dress, was next to walk over to me. Her eyes were soft and gentle, but she had a smirk on her face as she came up.
"Well hello there, Daniel," she said, running her fingers through my hair. "Enjoying yourself?"
I narrowed my eyes and stared daggers back at her. "Don't look at me like that." She laughed and patted the top of my head. "Poor baby, I have something for you though." She giggled as she turned around and leaned forward, the fabric of her yellow dress rubbing against my nose as she pushed herself up against my face. I felt her ass press firmly against my lips and closed my eyes again as she started to push.
Rrrrrrpppp!
A loud, bubbling fart sounded against my lips, blowing its foul stench right onto my tongue. My face scrunched up and my tongue pressed against my closed teeth, but it did nothing to stop the girl's fart from filling my mouth.
Rrrrrttttppp!
Her ass bubbled as the gas flowed through her tight hole and blasted out into my mouth. My tongue felt slimy and gross as I tried to close my lips. Then she finally finished. The girl let out a satisfied moan before lifting off my face and turning around, giggling at the look on my face as she turned to join the rest of the party-goers.
Another girl approached, her long blonde hair was tied back, and she was dressed in a simple black dress. She came right up to me, but she didn't look as playful as some of the others had. In fact, she seemed annoyed.
"Hi," she said as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Hey," I said, my voice almost a whimper. The blonde leaned in, her face less than an inch away from mine. She had a look of disgust on her face as she stared down at me. I was sure she could smell the fart still lingering on my lips.
"Ugh." She scrunched up her face, wrinkling her nose and looking me over. Then she leaned into my ear.
"You look fucking pathetic." She paused for a moment. I wanted to tell her to fuck off, but her eyes stopped me.
"Just sit there like a little bitch. Take everything I give you. Got that?" she growled. My blood turned to ice as she leaned back and stood upright again, towering over me. Her arms were crossed again as she gave me a quick once over before she started to turn, stopping before she looked back at me. She gave a little shake of her hips before she started to bend down. The hem of her dress went up with her and I could see she wasn't wearing panties underneath it. I froze as her butt came down and pressed itself against my mouth. It was a lot smaller than the last two girls', but it still covered my mouth easily.
Psprpshhplrrrrrrrtptpt!
A long, hot, wet fart blew into my face, making my skin prickle as the foul stench blasted it’s way inside me. She kept pushing for several seconds as my head began to spin. My mouth was filling up with stink as I struggled against it. My vision began to blur. I wanted to throw up, but she continued. The girl pressed herself into me harder as the last of it escaped her hole, giving it a wiggle when she was finished.
"There. Hope you enjoyed that," she said coldly before lifting off of my face. She looked me over once more and then walked away.
The music played in the background as the party continued on around me, people coming and going. Fart after fart blew onto my face. Some of them were from girls I recognized and others were from strangers.
I stopped caring at one point, my mind numb, when I was greeted by the familiar face of my ex, Emma. She looked me up and down and smiled.
"You enjoying yourself?" Her lips were pressed together, holding back a laugh, but she tried to appear serious. I shook my head no as she started to lean into me.
"Well," she said with a shrug. "I hope you've learned your lesson." She gave me a playful pat on the cheek before turning to leave, giving me one last look. Her face softened a little as she seemed to pity me, causing a burst of fierce anger to rise from inside of me.
“And what fucking lesson was I meant to learn? To be a doormat? That I should just take every gross fucking fart thrown at me without even trying to resist it? I was sick of your shitty ass games when we dated and it seems like our breakup did nothing to change you, Emma." My heart pounded as she froze in her tracks, her body stiff. Then, she spun on her heels and stomped over to me. Her hazel eyes were filled with rage as she stared at me.
"Excuse me?! Who are you to talk to me like that? After everything you did to me?!"
My blood was boiling now, my frustration at her mistreatment of me over the years pouring out, all of my bottled-up feelings on our break up finally bursting out in the heat of the moment.
"After everything I did? You mean when I would stay with you while you were sick, when I took care of you, or when I genuinely loved you? Oh, I know, it was when I finally stood my ground against your nasty fucking gassy ass, wasn't it?! Yeah, it was because I didn't want to put up with your stink anymore and finally told you that it was too fucking gross!" I spit my words back at her, watching her eyes widen and her mouth gape.
"How... how dare you." Her voice was low and soft as her hand trembled with anger. Then, it struck out in a flash, slapping my cheek hard.
"Yeah, slap me! Slap me in the fucking face, like you did to me that night! When you threw a hissy fit and told me to either deal with your farts or break up with you, which was fucking insane! And then, you actually had the gall to tell me that I was being immature about it! Immature for not wanting to have my nose violated every night for the rest of my fucking life!" My voice cracked with every word as tears of rage welled in my eyes. I didn't care anymore. I had bottled this up for a long time and now I was spitting it out to her.
Emma just stared back at me, her face a mix of anger, frustration, and regret. Tears started to flow down her cheeks as she clenched her hands into tight fists.
"You’re dead. You're dead, you're fucking dead! Girls, bring him to my room!”
She turned and walked away from me as a few girls grabbed the chair I was on and carried it with them up the stairs. It didn't take them long to bring me to Emma's room, where I was released of my straps, and thrown onto her bed. Emma stormed in behind them.
"Okay, now you all know what to do," she said as she glared at me. “Grab a limb and make sure he doesn't move." She took off her shoes and climbed up onto the bed with me. The girls each grabbed hold of a part of me. My legs were secured with their grips while my arms were tied to the bed frame with rope. Once I was firmly bound, Emma turned to face me.
"Okay. Now you're mine." She smirked as she climbed on top of me, her body straddling mine and her dress riding up to show me the matching white thong she wore underneath it. "I hope you're ready for this." She grabbed my face with both of her hands and began to shimmy her way on top of it. My nostrils were covered by the soft, smooth fabric of her underwear, with a warm damp spot pressing itself onto the tip of my nose. Her scent was familiar and musky as her weight bore down on me. I struggled as my lungs screamed out for air, but they were silenced by a loud fart from her that shot straight down the middle of my nose and deep inside me, burning my lungs and filling my stomach with a fiery stench.
Bbbbpppshhhhpppplllrrrrrrrrrrrrppptpptp!
It lasted for what seemed like forever as the smell seeped into my body. I gagged on her toxic air, coughing and wheezing as my stomach heaved. The sound of her bubbly fart filled my head as I struggled to breathe. I wanted to vomit, to get away from the terrible odor she was pushing into my system. It burned my nose and throat, but my squirms beneath her were only met with giggles.
"Wow, that is so nasty," said one of the girls who held my leg. "You stink so bad." Emma laughed at this and responded to the girl. "You haven't seen anything yet. I saved up a big one just for him." I groaned, trying to call out for help as her stomach gurgled, the gas churning in her bowels before she released the next one into my nostrils.
Prrrrppppllppplllrrppt!
Her gas exploded inside me again as my nostrils burned with the stink, tears forming in the corner of my eyes. The girls cheered her on as they watched her gas me. Her fart filled me up inside, the smell overwhelming my senses. She wiggled her hips, pushing the stink deeper into my system with each passing second, the girls cheering and giggling as I coughed and sputtered beneath her.
The smell was unbearable, a combination of old eggs, burnt steak, and rotting cheese. I struggled and writhed, but it was no use. There was nothing I could do except lie there and take her gas. I let out a loud moan of pain and the girls laughed at my helplessness. I had never felt so powerless, so weak in my life, knowing there was nothing I could do.
“This one is for every time you made me feel bad about my farts. This one is for all the times you complained about my ass. I’ve had men tell me that my ass is a prize, Daniel, but you’ve treated it like a burden. Fuck. You.” Her last two words came out slowly and forcefully as her body stiffened with every word, pushing every bit of gas she could muster out of her ass and into my body.
Bbbrrrappppppprrrpptttpppttttpsppppplplplpbbbbttt!
I choked on her foul fart, tears streaming down my cheeks as my lungs burned with her gas. I couldn't breathe, couldn't speak. The only sound that came out of me was a gargled gasp for air as she finished emptying her rotten gas inside of me, pushing out every last bit of air she had into my nostrils.
I felt her weight lift off of my face and took deep gasps of the sweet air. The girls released my limbs from their hold and stood around me as I lay there, struggling for air, trying to breathe like a fish out of water.
Emma stood beside me, a triumphant grin on her face as she stared down at my face, dark red and covered in sweat, my nose running with snot from the tears of agony she had brought on.
"How was that for immature, you fucking bitch?" she snarled at me before storming off and slamming the door. The other girls followed after her, leaving me alone to recover from her stink attack.
My heart raced in my chest. My lungs felt like they were on fire, like they had been burnt from the inside. The smell was still strong inside my nostrils. I coughed, trying to get it out, but it stayed in. It clung to my body like cobwebs when you walk through a sparsely travelled through path.
I closed my eyes and focused on taking deep, long breaths, letting the air fill my lungs and then releasing it, slowly but steadily, trying to calm down and forget what just happened. It seemed to help, because after a while I found myself relaxing. The smell faded from my nostrils, but the memories of it still remained, like the bitter sting of defeat that I felt inside of me.
One that would stay with me for months.