In Passing

I Have A Secret, I Love To Fart 

Nothing in this world I love more than Mexican food. Carne Asada, cheese, rice, and more beans, please. That’s really the way to my heart, through my stomach. Today I decided to treat myself to my favorite taco spot. I decided on enchiladas, rice, and a double order of beans. First thing you should know about me. I’m a gassy lady. I drink a glass of water, and next thing I know, I’m passing gas uncontrollably. Once I sat down, I just knew it was going to be tummy troubles. In fact, it was, but I didn’t care because my tummy is happy. After a few minutes, I was definitely feeling the gas cramps. Even so, I forged through.

Consequently, I left with a full belly, full of gas! Nevertheless, the show must go on. I have people to do and places to see. First stop, Macy’s. I had to buy a few things for the house and get a few comfy Jammie sets. Finished my shopping, but when I headed to check out, I felt it hit like a ton of bricks. Because of this, I decided to go to the sporting goods store, it is the most private and least busy, thankfully. I’m ready to pass this big fart. First, I scope out the aisles. Phew, coast is clear.

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Then I try to let out a teeny weeny fart. Clearly, it was not a teeny weeny fart. So I tried to cough to cover the noise. In hindsight, it probably drew more attention. Now that’s out of the way, I try to walk and fan. Once more, I’m hit with a gut punch that has to be released. I farted so loud, you probably could hear it downstairs. Now, aside from the sound, the smell had to be one of the worst I’ve ever smelled. If you pass me, you will smell it.

Eventually, I feel like it’s safe to move, I turn the corner to leave when I see him, standing there, smelling the air, my gas while he jerks his cock to the smells of my ass. His eyes are closed. Then I clear my throat *Ahem* as I look at him questioningly. Clearly, I’ve startled him, and he tries to stuff himself back in his pants. When I shake my head no. Just as he turns to leave, I grab him by the wrist. “Down on your knees,” I demand. Without delay, he does as he’s told. Then I nod as I nudge his cock with my shoes, giving him the go-ahead to continue stroking. As I look around to make sure no one is around, I pull down my gym shorts. And I pass a fart so big I think the whole store can hear it.

Farts And Cum

“You like the smell of my little sweet asshole, don’t you?” Of course, rhetorical. Obviously, he does. With no hesitation, he agrees. Surprisingly, men love a girl with gas, which makes them more attainable, I guess. “Well then, you’re in for a treat, Sir, I’ll feed you as much gas as you can stomach,” I tell him giddily. In response, he became more visibly excited. His trouser snake is now standing at full attention.

Now let me tell you, I’ve been waiting for a moment like this. Indeed, I intend to take full advantage. On the spot, I had to do some quick canvassing to make sure we weren’t going to be busted. No one was paying attention to us. Then I turn around as I bend over and use my hands to grip my ass cheeks and spread them, and I let a huge fart out straight into his face. In the blink of an eye, he buried his face in my crack, inhaling all of my gas as he strangled his cock. Finally, after several gas bombs, some that made him gag, the gas tank is nearing empty. I’m passing so much gas.

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“Alright, Sir, I’m almost out, eat my ass while you cum all over the floor”. Immediately, he does as he’s told. In the blink of an eye, he’s tongue fucking my brown starfish as he audibly orgasms all over the department store floor. Swiftly, I pull up my shorts as I thank him for the rim job. Obviously, I felt a little cheated, so to speak, that’s when I asked him to the dressing room. I wish this dressing room had a Mirror, Mirror On The Wall to watch his face.

We sneak past the attendant. I take my shorts off fully, and he’s back on his knees. Then I climb on top of his shoulders. “Don’t stop until I cum” I tell him. Then, with as much eagerness, he dives in. I’m riding his shoulder like a bucking bronco. In eager pursuit of my own orgasm, I thrust my pussy into his mouth, directing his tongue and lips while I grip fistfuls of hair. Finally, I’ve reached the pinnacle of my body still. Finally sweet release as my orgasm comes crashing down. Waves of pleasure fill my body as screams escape me. To think I just wanted to pass gas, yet here I am having a stranger fully service my hungry pussy. Finally I finish all over his face, when a banging begins at the door. When passing gas in public, sometimes we might get caught. 

In a panic, we get dressed and run out the door, head down, rushing out in opposite directions. Wait until we meet In Passing. Call me The Mistress of Phone Sex

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