What If You Were Going Down On A Cute Trans Girl And She Accidentally Farted, But Noticed How Much You

What if you were going down on a cute trans girl and she accidentally farted, but noticed how much you enjoy it. She quickly pins you down with her ass in your face and UNLEASHES the storm thats been brewing in her guts. Like minute long farts pumped straight into your nose. Maybe she decides to help you jerk off, but every time she farts she speeds up just a little.

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the thought of someone realizing that i’m into them farting + using it against me is like. A+ tier

"Alright kids stay safe!" You heard the dilf on the bench next to yours say. You'd been eyeing him up during your whole lunch but he hadn't really noticed you being distracted by his kids. Now they'd gone off to play though you wondered if you could make a move. Your brain ceased coherent thoughts however as you saw him adjust his position and inadvertently flex his denim-clad ass cheeks. He kept on adjusting himself seeming uncomfortable until he raised up his ass a little.

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The fart echoed against the park bench and the stink soon followed reaching your nose. The man looked around sighing until he noticed your shocked expression.

"Oh sorry there boy." Even if he farted his deep southern accent was still so sexy. "Beans for breakfast always makes me fire off!"

"Oh, it's fine.." You stammered, it wasn't really fine, it stunk but you weren't gonna offend this undeniably sexy man no matter how gassy he was.

"Thanks for understanding boy." The way he called you boy made you shiver. He walked over to your bench and sat next to you offering his massive rugged hand for you to shake. You took his hand a little too quickly as you introduced yourselves.

"Your kids seem sweet." You regained a little composure.

"Hah yeah they sure are, that's why I'm keeping them safe from the gas." He grabbed an ass cheek making you blush a little. "Also the reason why I'm now single." He chuckled lightheartedly. You smiled a little at this new information.

You laughed along with him. "Ah well it's a guy thing isn't it." You cocked a knee in his direction hoping to impress him.

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The blast felt warm against your ass and you were proud of yourself. The smell was pretty raunchy too. To your surprise the older man openly sniffed in your direction sighed satisfied after he got a good whiff.

"Whew boy after a few lessons you could be as stinky as me!" He patted you on the back, his hand lingered making you blush again.

He pointed a finger in your direction. "Pull it if you dare boy." Even if you knew it would stink, you doubted there was nothing you wouldn't do if this guy was asking.

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The smell around your bench grew dense as the fart cloud aimed in your direction invaded your nose. You coughed harshly as he laughed.

"Hah should have gotten you to brace yourself." After coughing you maybe stared at his tight ass still aimed at you a bit too long. "Or maybe you want another?" He winked suggestively.

You were blindsided, your brain still not functioning right, the fart stench was probably getting to you. "Uhhhhh..." you just looked up at him.

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You swore you could see his cheeks rumbling as the dense stink became exponentially stronger making you grip your nose as you dry heaved.

"Heh took your silence as permission." He took a deep whiff once more. "Nothing beats your own brand!" He huffed. You couldn't help it, that ass and masculine stench was making you hard.

"Just as I thought." He has seen the tent you'd pitched. He explored his pockets and pulled out a crumpled business card. You grabbed it still in recovery but still eager. You rolled your eyes reading it, of course he was a farmer. "In case you want those fart classes." He winked again rubbing your thigh.

"Daddy, daddy!" Before you could reply you both heard the sound of the two kids approaching.

He quickly changed demeanour. "Wait over there kids!" He got up letting out a sharp puff of gas in your direction. "This stink is just for you to enjoy." As you watched him walk out of the rancid gas cloud he'd created you tried to slow your beating heart wondering how long you'd have to wait before getting your first lesson.

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I am desperately trying to stay focused at work but my mind keeps fantasizing about eating someone out and I try to come up for air but they just grab the back of my head and push me back down.

"You don't need more air, I got some for you down where you belong" they say to me as they rip a bubbly fart with my face so close to their ass. They groan with relief as the smell hits me and I start to choke on the rotten egg stink.

"Oh there's plenty more where that came from and you're gonna be down there all night, darling." I hear above me as they use their grip on my hair to direct me and my tongue like their toy. I am open and dripping at the thought of taking all their gas and making them feel good for as long as they want.

imagine this: you fill up your sub with awful foods that make them super gassy and then force them to hold it alllll in until you cock warm them later <333 and you just slowly feel them break and fart all over you anyway because no matter how plugged up they get , it HAS to come out.

OR you finally pull out and their hole becomes so stretched out that they just immediately unload the worst farts all over you

Last night I decided to have a late night stuffing with some greasy burgers and fries, and I knew it would come back and make me an utter mess today. While at work I feel my stomach start to bubble, and I felt a small fart slip out of me while helping someone. After a brief blush, I decide to head off to the bathroom.

I couldn’t have guessed just how this visit would go. Once I make it in there and I took a seat in the stall, one of the loudest farts I think I’ve ever passed roared out, instantly making my face go red.

But it didn’t stop there. Blast after blast, the gas just wouldn’t stop ripping from my ass, each one louder than the last. I knew I wasn’t alone in there, someone was already in before I had started and some had come and gone. Here they were, being made into an audience for my symphony of brass, and me unable to stop myself.

Eventually a full five minutes passed, and everyone else had left. Yet there I was, still pushing out the remnants of gaseous pressure from within me. After another minute or two, it finally settled down and stopped, leaving me feeling the burning embarrassment on my face of what I had just done, insanely turned on by the amount of air that was now no longer trapped in me.

Returning back to work featured a very wry smile on my face knowing what I had done~