"Doc, I've got the worst farts in the world, nothing works against them," Mouna Hussein said, sobbing. The six-foot-tall, bronze-skinned and dark-haired, pleasantly plump young Arab Muslim woman wept as she spoke to her doctor about her previously undisclosed health issues. Dr. Jason Blackmoore, a tall, ruggedly handsome, forty-something African American gentleman trained at the Morehouse School of Medicine pondered how to address Mouna's dilemma. The wheels began turning inside Dr. Blackmoore's head. One woman's misfortune is often a man's good turn, as has often been said...
"Mouna, my dear, we all pass gas, it's natural," Dr. Blackmoore said simply, trying to conceal his glee. Mouna nodded and took the tissue that the good doctor offered. What Mouna doesn't know is that when Dr. Blackmoore isn't practicing medicine, he's doing all kinds of naughty things with the women and men of the Atlanta BDSM world. Mouna composed herself and looked at Dr. Blackmoore. The young Arab lady came to the doctor for a solution to her most embarrassing problem. Was he about to let her down like everyone else?
"My farts are really bad, doctor, my former fiancé Abdul Al-Masri dumped me two weeks before our supposed wedding because I accidentally farted while we were eating Shawarma in a restaurant," Mouna said softly. Dr. Blackmoore barely stopped himself from grinning. As a fetish enthusiast, he has a lot of kinks and among them are an avid interest in chubby women, and a fondness for female farts. As a chubby Arab woman with a farting problem, Mouna Hussein hit the nail right on the head. What's a good doctor to do with this embarrassment of riches?
"Mouna, your former fiancé was a fool, a lovely lady like yourself should be allowed to fart whenever and wherever she wants," Dr. Blackmoore said confidently. Mouna leaned back on the couch and looked at the doctor. He was tall, handsome and well-dressed. Most of the young Arab men in the City of Atlanta, Georgia, overlooked Mouna because she was too tall and too fat. At six feet and two hundred and forty pounds, Mouna isn't the Middle-Eastern ideal of feminine beauty. Black men in Atlanta on the other hand often complimented Mouna on her height and curves, go figure...
"You're right, doctor, Al-Masri was a fool," Mouna said, and she grinned, casting aside all vestiges of self doubt and insecurity. All the tension that Mouna had been feeling went out of her...along with something else. Mouna gasped as she let one rip. Translation? The tall Arab woman F.A.R.T.E.D. right in the African American doctor's office. Dr. Blackmoore remained perfectly silent and perfectly still. Mouna looked at the doctor, mortified that her very voluptuous body betrayed her yet again. Suddenly, Mouna, dying of embarrassment, got up and headed for the doctor.
