She felt her belly tighten. She pushed gently, after all she didn't know if it was just the wind tensing it. And she didn't want to be loud either. She sniffed lightly, it was almost inaudible. She immediately clenched her muscles and wrinkled her nose. She could feel herself. She could smell the waft of warm scent, but immediately realized that she actually smelled it. Surely, after all, she was herself, why shouldn't she smell, she reasoned. She blushed at how naughty she found the idea. What a dirty idea.
She pushed again. Harder this time, the fart could be heard a tiny bit more and she liked the feeling of the fart leaving her ass. And then the fact that she felt it again, even more intensely. The smell - no, more like the smell, she smelled. She wiggled in the covers and pressed her bottom against her friend who slept next to her. She felt his hand on her belly as he unconsciously slid it under her shirt.
The game was turning her on. She felt the pressure in her belly and so she pushed again until she let out a long, drawn out, silent fart into her panties. It made her laugh, both at the relief she felt and at how the smell of her ass was quick and intense.
"What's that smell in here? Did you fart?" asked her boyfriend, who was aroused by the vibrations of her laughter.
"Absolutely not," she lied, pushing again so that he too could feel the warm air from her belly. The taut fabric of his shorts assured her that he was aroused, though he would never admit to being so turned on by these dirty practices.
"Kiss me," she demanded, correcting him when he started kissing her neck: "kiss me down below, on my ass," and spanked her ass at him so that he would understand what she wanted. His head buried itself under the covers. She had to wiggle once more for him to understand that she didn't want him to kiss her from the front, but to pull down her panties and start his lips on her ass.
When he started kissing her cheeks, she reached back and grabbed his head and pressed it between her cheeks. "Lick me," she commanded him, waiting for his tongue to enter her asshole. She let him circle her coffee-colored eye and clenched her stomach muscles again. This time forcefully, a fart escaped her and he would have flinched if she hadn't held his head firmly in her ass. "Smell me smell me," she commanded him, and she could really feel his lips still teasing her ass, even felt his tongue as he took advantage of the momentary parting and slipped inside. It felt good, she felt herself getting aroused and wet quickly, he had a deft tongue.
"You're mine, you have to do as I say," she whispered, pleased to find that he didn't resist her commands. She could even feel through the fabric that his cock was getting even harder. She rubbed her foot against it to make sure of it, it was important. It meant he was safely in her power, fascinated and aroused by what she was doing. That he didn't perceive her farts as a stench, but as her captivating scent, beckoning him to her along with the smell of her wet pussy. She liked it when she could gain power over men like this, subdue them and begin to humiliate them. She liked that they then began to do whatever she said just so they could smell her and do to her what they considered a sign of her openness and trust. In reality, she always just spread her wedgie in front of them and even more often just her ass.
