Who Farted?
By Draven Mesmer
It was a pretty normal day until someone farted on the elevator. A classic mystery if there ever was one.
“Thpppth,” someone said with their stinkhole.
There were 12 of us all crowded into the elevator, and the sound was both impossible to trace yet impossible to ignore. Then the odor of someone’s gas filled the tiny cube and had most of us visibly annoyed.
Who could it be? It was probably the big fat guy in the mall cop uniform. On the other hand, he had an depressed look on his face like he knew he was a likely target for a frame job. Maybe it was the old lady holding the pharmacy bag? Maybe it was the black lady in the office clothes. I think she lives on the same floor as me. Barbara something?
The girl directly in front of me was gorgeous. She was a fit college girl and was dressed like she just finished a long run in the park. Her ass looked good in tight running pants. It was hard to believe she could be the culprit, but maybe she drinks a lot of protein shakes or something.
Brrrrrp.
It happened again. Quieter this time. Obviously, the villain knew we were on to them. People were definitely starting to look around now. The mall cop got off on the second floor and some people gave visible sighs of relief.
Brp.
Well, I guess he’s off the hook. The runner girl turned around and gave me a look like she suspected me as the one behind this chemical warfare. I gave her an accusing look right back and she rolled her eyes. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. Her body was toned and athletic. She turned back around with an air of contempt that suggested she was going to pretend I didn’t exist from now on.
Annnnnndddd once she looked away, I stole another glance at her butt. Mmm, real firm buns of steal on her. Damn. I felt my body reacting, getting hard at the sight of her ass. Those muscular globes were positively mesmerizing.
Someone farted again but I didn’t care anymore. I was too engrossed by the sight of that tight black spandex pants hugging ever inch of her ass. I swear it was like her running pants were painted on.
Brp-brp.
I barely reacted to someone double tapping the communal air with their stinkbomb. I looked up briefly and noticed the elevator had lost most of the riders now. The elevator doors opened and people started jostling to make way for each other.
“Excuse me, darling,” The old lady said.
“Of course,” The blonde running girl said.
She backed up and I felt her butt rub against my groin. My hard cock reported that it really enjoyed being directly in with the source of its existence. I panicked because I realized that I was super duper busted. Ah fuck, what if she knows my wife? What if she snitches on me? All I did was look.
“Oops sorry!” The athletic girl, smirking at me.
I breathed a sigh of relief that she didn’t make a big deal out of it. Although I’m not sure how she didn’t noticed my boner pressing against her lower back. Maybe she didn’t care or hell maybe she liked the attention. I smiled nervously at her. As the elevator doors closed a familiar sound filled the elevator car.
Thpptpht.
Oh shit, it might be her. There were only four of us left now. That narrowed down the suspect pool quite a lot. All three of them gave me a look that suggested that I needed help. I probably looked guilty as hell, but only because I almost got caught with a massive erection throbbing in my pants.
There was no point saying anything. I was guilty as far as they were concerned. When they looked away, my eyes went right back to staring at that fine muscular booty. I could almost feel all my thoughts floating away as I thought about how nice it would be to ram my cock up that asshole. I bet when a fit girl like that clenches her sphincter, my shaft would experience the tightest hole of my life.
Oh fuck, I think I missed my floor.
I watched as doors opened and the other two riders got off on the fourth to last stop in the apartment building. Yep, I would have to ride the elevator back down. How could I have been so stupid? Then again, what man wouldn’t stop and stare at that perfect tushy? I’m only human. The elevator doors closed once again.
“Thpptphtphphhph,” the now very guilty butthole said.
Okay, mystery solved. It’s been her all along. She had framed me as Sir Fartsalot twice the bitch. I gave her an annoyed look as she looked back at me. She looked at me like a criminal mastermind that just executed the perfect crime. If she wasn’t so hot I’d-
“Get on your knees,” She said.
“What?!” I said, making a funny face.
“Get on your knees and kiss my ass,” She said again.
“Your ass is a war criminal,” I said.
“We both know you love it. Just own it already.” She said, grinning at me.
Brrrrrrppp.
I watched as she just shamelessly let on rip. She scrunched her face and pushed out another cloud of nasty…
No wait…not nasty…not nasty at all.
I watched her tushy as it made more gas. That ass was gorgeous and anything that came from that ass was wonderful by association. For a split second, I thought I almost caught a glimpse of her gas escaping her starfish. Like a whisp of purple smoke shot out of her rear end and then spread out until it was invisible. It happened so fast I could have imagined it, yet I was so intrigued I had to get a better look.
I sank down until my knees hit the floor. She bent over so that her cheeks were brushing against my nose. She pulled her running pants down, pulled a white thong to the right, and I watched helplessly as her anus tightened and a cloud of purple gas hit me square in the face.
“Ohhhhhhhh yes,” I groaned.
I think I unlocked a new fetish. I didn’t care about my wife. I didn’t care about the tiny camera in the top corner of the elevator. I didn’t care about whatever strange infection turns flatulence purple. I just wanted more. My dick was positively screaming to be released from its denim prison.
“Follow me, pervert,” The blonde girl said.
I quickly rose to my feet while she started walking. Her pants were still halfway down her thighs and enjoyed the view immensely as I followed in her odorous wake. So, this is what the 20th floor looks like. Neat.
“Go lay down on my couch,” She said, opening the door to 2012.
“Okay,” I said, too horny to say anything else.
I did what I was told like a good little boy. I went to the black leather sofa and laid down like I was about to take a nap. I certainly felt like I could drift into a long relaxing sleep. I tilted my head to the side and watched her waste no time. She locked the door to her apartment, kicked her running shoes off, and pulled her pants all the way down. I noticed her white thong had a big purple smudge on it. Then the rest of her clothes came off. I ired the view of her tits for a fleeting second, but my eyes were dragged back to her toned glutes as if a strange force compelled me to keep looking.
“Who are you?” I said.
“I am Mistress Trish, and you will be my newest ass slave,” The young girl declared.
“Wait…what?” I said, trying to think about something other than hot anal action.
It was no use though. She did a little post run stretch and gave me a very good view of her ass while doing it. I watched the globes of her ass cheeks go back and forth as she worked the kinks out. It was like watching a hypnotist’s pocket watch and feeling my mind surrender itself to her hypnotic ass.
I don’t really much about her apartment. I was distracted. Hell, I barely the experience at all. I spotting buttplugs and beads on her coffee table but only because they obstructed my ability to gaze at her in mesmerized obsession. It was almost like she played with her ass a lot on her couch or something.
“Get that cock out, slave,” Trish commanded.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I’m a simple man. A horny college girl with an anal kink wants to see my python. I pull out my python. Next thing I know she’s towering over me. She climbs onto the couch and lowers her butt onto my face. I think I drool a little bit as my mouth opens to taste her asshole.
“That’s it, slave. Submit to me. Submit to my ass,” Trish said.
“Mphhh!” I said, obeying.
I think I felt her hands stroking my cock, but it was a background sensation compared to the wonderful taste of her rosebud. Her cheeks threatened to suffocate me, but I want to touch and fuck her perfect ass so bad. She keeps calling me a slave but I’m too busy worshipping her ass to say I’m not.
“Open your mouth!” Trish said, pulling her ass off my face.
She lifts her ass into the air, and I just look up at her butthole in awe of its tightness and taboo alure. I sucked in a quick breath of air because who knows when I’ll get another one. Trish starts fingering her asshole. First with one finger and then with two. When she finally pulls her fingers out of her rectum, their coated in some kind of purple ooze. It sort of reminds me of that Power Rangers movie.
“I said OPEN YOUR MOUTH!” Trish said.
I obey her command. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. She pushed her slimy fingers into my mouth and the blissful taste all but short circuits my brain. I suck on her fingers like they’re the most delicious treat I’ve ever been offered.
“Good Slave. Good obedient slave. Now get your cock out and fuck my tight little shithole!” Trish says.
“Yessssssss, Mistress!” I said, fumbling with my belt.
My cock pops out pointing at the ceiling ready to do what I’ve been thinking about doing since I first stole a glimpse of her backside. I hold it straight up as she positions herself to mount me like a bull. I watch as my cock disappear into her anus with no lube. To my surprise, it slides right it like it was really slimy already.
“Oh fuck Oh fuck Oh fuck!” I said, feeling her sphincter grip.
I start thrusting upwards like my life depends on it. She keeps shoving her purple slime coated fingers into my mouth. It’s almost like were fucking each other simultaneously. I watch her moan with pleasure as my cock stretched out her asshole. Before long her pussy explodes spraying my stomach with pussy nectar. I barely pay it any mind. I’m an ass man now and forever.
“Oh yes, pump my ass full of cum, slave!” Trish yells, bouncing up and down on my rod.
“Yes, Mistress!” I said, accepting my fate.
I was her slave. I knew that now. I sheepishly followed her home like I was desperate for her approval. She told me to do things and I obeyed. She straight up called me a slave to my face over and over again and the repetition wore me down.
Most importantly, I literally kissed her ass and now I’ll never be able to hear that phrase at work again without thinking of this day. Indeed, it was the most lowly degrading act anyone could imagine. Yet, all I want now is to schedule another face sitting session with my Mistress.
I don’t have to wait too long. When my deflating cock falls out of her backdoor it’s covered in purple slime. She turns around and farts in my general direction one last time. I can see the bubbles of my cum her ass bubbling to the surface, the white seed with a tinge of violet in.
Brrrrrrrrrrrp
The odor hits my nostrils and I take a deep breath. That is the scent of my Mistress. I feel a profound shift in my brain that connects that chemical signal to the thought of bliss, submission and sexy fun times. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I realize I love my Mistress orders of magnitude more than I ever loved my wife.
“Eat it,” Mistress said.
“Yes, your wish is my command,” I said.
I ate my own cum from her freshly fucked asshole. I thought that would be my limit, but her moans of pleasure won me over. I was making her so happy therefore this was the right and noble thing that any real man would do for his woman. I must obey my Mistress!
I don’t how long I stayed at her apartment. I’m pretty sure she gave me her email and I e-transferred her some money. I know she shoved one of her butt plugs up my ass, but I didn’t really notice it until I was back in the elevator going down to my floor. I clench my asshole and feel the cold chrome steel inside me. I love the way it feels. She told me I would. Mistress is always right.
“Honey, where the hell have you been?” My wife says, angrily waiting for me.
I make up an excuse and eat a cold dinner. I can tell she isn’t very happy with me. I feel bad about it, but what was I supposed to do? Disobeying my Mistress was out of the question. It’s an awkward tense evening for the remainder of the night. Sneaking off to take out my new plug right before bed doesn’t make it any better.
“Good night, honey,” I said.
“Mhmm,” My wife says, clearly still suspicious of my absence.
We sleep on opposite sides of the bed. I close my eyes thinking of my beloved Mistress. I’ll be more careful the next time I’m called to serve her. Nothing matters but making her happy and her ass is so…
Brp.
“Really?” My wife says in disgust.
I drift off to sleep trying not to fart, but I can’t. Something is off. I feel this gas inside me that just needs to come out. The best I can do is keep my butthole clenched and let them out as quietly as possible.
At about 2AM, my wife decides she wants to have some fun. I feel her hand find my cock and start stroking. My eyes slowly open as I feel her getting me hard. It takes me a few seconds to really wake up and get erect. When I look into my wife’s eyes, I can see clearly that she’s hornier than she’s been in years.
“I want to try something,” She says nervously.
“Of course…Uh, what did you have in mind?” I say, fearing I already know.
She slithers down the bed like she’s going to suck my cock, but I feel her lift up my ball sack instead. Then I feel a wet tongue pressing into my butthole. I’ve never been on the receiving end of a rim job before, but I gasp like I finally found something that I needed to complete me. My wife strokes my cock while licking my asshole. I can tell I’m not going to last very long. I could learn to like this.
“Oh yeah, eat that ass you worthless slut!” I say, more aggressively than I intended to.
Her eyes bulge in shock but she obeys. I feel her tongue go deeper into my ass and she strokes my cock even faster. I feel myself explode as cum hits my stomach, chest, and disturbingly close to my own mouth. I shoot many ropes of cum like my orgasm could last an entire minute if I play my cards right. I grab my wife’s hair.
“Don’t you dare stop you dumb bimbo!” I yell, grunting in satisfaction.
“Mphhhh!” My wife said, as she kind of nods while looking at me, eyes peeking out over my balls.
I don’t know what’s gotten into me. It’s like I just can’t look at her the same way. Now that she’s slurped my poop chute, she’s as far below me as I am below Trish. I just instinctively feel certain that I can treat her however I want and need to make sure she knows it. Maybe I’ll lighten up once she’s a well trained slut-puppy, but that decision is mine, not hers.
Thpptphtphphhph!
I look down at my wife after I decide she’s allowed to stop slurping my stinkhole. Her mouth is smeared in purple slime. She’s smiling like she’s the happiest girl in the world and maybe drank way too much wine. We go to sleep cuddling.