Aliya was Indian. She was a queen in her own rights. Her big juicy round bubble butt was a weapon of mass destruction. She conquered men of different races with her delicious ass. Yes! Delicious! She knew it too.
The celebrations in town looked like they weren't going to end. It was a new year - 1999. Aliya pushed her ass backwards to meet Mr. Shell's face. To him, he was in heaven sucking and licking this Indian woman's anus. It was dark and in the parking lot. Mr. Shell was the Patron of the new year's celebration. Aliya knew he was an ass man with the way he eyed her big round ass for months. Then, something happened four days earlier. Mr. Shell(being generous) saw Aliya at a bus stop and volunteered to give her a lift to the grocery store in his Ferrari. Aliya accepted. Not too long after they got going, Aliya's stomach began to feel bloated. She knew how smelly her farts were and tried all her possible best to hold it in.
Eventually, she couldn't hold it anymore. Aliya farted. As soon as she did, she apologized to Mr. Shell who was still driving. Soon, the smell filled the car. Aliya felt so embarrassed and lost in thoughts when she heard a calm sniff. She looked at Mr. Shell and to her surprise, he was sniffing in her farts unaware that Aliya was watching. Just like that, her eyes went to his trousers. Lo and behold, he had a fat, huge bulge. Just as she looked up at him again, he noticed he had been caught red-handed. None of them said a word about it. Aliya got to her destination and dropped still not saying a word. On the other hand, Mr. Shell couldn't bring himself to look directly at Aliya or even say a thing. Days passed till this very day.
The music was loud. Chatters filled the environment. Aliya had taken a lot of drinks and was a little tipsy. She strolled out of the building and went straight to the parking lot. It was quiet here. She pulled out a cigarette from its packet and lit it. As she smoked, a naughty idea came to her mind. Aliya dialed a number. It rang but no response. She decided to send a text:
"Hello Mr. Shell... How many times have you jerked your fat dick thinking about my ass? Did my farts smell so good the other day in your car? I bet you were so aroused by the smell that you got a hard-on... Well, your wife doesn't need to know you are my fart lover... Right now, my stomach is filled with gas! If you want, you can meet me at the parking lot outside... I know you want to smell it again... Don't worry it's our little secret... Hurry!"
Mr. Shell was introducing his wife to a few guests when he got the text. Immediately he was done reading it, his penis grew inside his trousers. He excused himself and went straight out of the building. He couldn't think properly anymore. It was either he ignored the seduction or he submitted to it. Few minutes later, Mr. Shell was standing directly opposite Aliya.
"Kneel! If you want this ass"... She commanded while turning round to show her bubble butt.
Mr. Shell sank on his knees before he could even think. He looked at the big juicy ass presented to him. He licked his lip unknowingly.
"I see you're licking your lips you dirty boy! You want to worship my ass, don't you?"... Aliya added.
"Yes! Please!"... Mr. Shell bowed his head in shame and said.
"Do you want to eat my ass? Do you want me to fart on your face?"... She said seductively while swaying her slender waist and pushing her ass to meet his face.
"Yes! Yes! Please fart on my face!"... He confessed with his eyes still glued to her yummy ass.
"Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrfffff!"... Aliya pushed out a smelly fart on his needy face as soon as she pulled her bum shorts down.
Mr. Shell was in heaven. He sniffed in her farts helplessly. Aliya farted more on his face while he kept sniffing. She broke him totally with her smelly farts. The tent in his trousers was visible even under the clear moonlight shining bright outside. All he wanted was more farts. Before long, he started cumming inside his trousers. Her farts smelled so foul and so good at the same time.
