u/Some_Dependent1358

I was thinking about how lucky I am to have been able to fart in the face of a real girl from this subreddit. It was an extraordinary experience and I’d do it again, but it’s hard to find someone genuinely interested in this. Despite all the messages I get, I feel like most are bots; they just ask me to humiliate them via text and that’s it. I’m not saying they absolutely have to do something IRL, but at the very least, it should be mandatory to prove you’re actually a girl. It’s weird talking to someone you think is a girl without knowing for sure.

Girl,

You should swallow my farts because deep down you're a disgusting degenerate who gets wet from the lowest, filthiest shit.

You should do it because you get soaked imagining yourself on your knees with your face trapped under a hot ass, inhaling that thick, rancid steam pouring straight out of me. Because you love the thought of being forced to open your mouth while I flood your tongue with dense, rotten gas that sticks and won't go away.

You should swallow them because while you pretend to be a normal girl, inside you crave being turned into a repulsive container: mouth wide open, nose buried, gulping down waves of nauseating stench that makes you cry and drool, but leaves your pussy absolutely dripping.

You should do it because nothing will make you feel cheaper, more worthless, and more turned on than ending up with your face soaked in that revolting smell, knowing you're just a hole that exists to take my filthy gas.

And most of all… you should swallow my farts because you're already wet just reading this and you know you won't be able to get the idea out of your head.

I’m 21, average height, and I live in Lima, Peru. A couple of months ago I met a really pretty girl at a party. She was 20, long dark hair, beautiful smile, nice body, the kind of girl who looks sweet and innocent. Her name was Sofía and she was studying at Universidad de Lima.

We ended up back at my apartment. Things got hot fast kissing, touching, clothes coming off. But when I pushed her onto the bed and tried to sit on her face, she got nervous.

“Wait… what are you doing? No, that’s too weird,” she said, trying to turn her head away.I held her gently but firmly and told her, “Just relax. I want you to feel my farts on your face.” She looked scared and said it was disgusting. But I slowly sat on her pretty face anyway, my ass covering her nose and mouth completely.

The first fart was long, hot, and silent. She tensed up, coughed hard, and tried to push me off. “Stop! It smells horrible!” she gasped. I didn’t move. I let another one out wetter and bubblier this time. She whimpered and her eyes watered, but after a few seconds she stopped fighting so much. Her breathing changed. She started inhaling deeper, even though she was still complaining quietly.

By the tenth minute she wasn’t resisting anymore. She was lying there with my full weight on her face, swallowing my farts one after another some long and warm, some thick and nasty. Her cheeks were bright red, tears running down, but her hips were moving on their own and her pussy was visibly wet.

When I finally got up, her face was completely red and reeking of me. She looked up at me, breathing heavily, and whispered in a shaky voice:

“…don’t stop… I hate it but I need more.”

I still can’t believe it happened… I feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

A few months ago a 24-year-old girl messaged me: “I’ll pay you to fart on me.”At first the sessions were normal, but she quickly started raising the price. Now she transfers bigger amounts and during the video call she says things like:

“I paid you so much… please give me a really big and nasty one” “I just sent you $10… can you fart multiple times for me?”

or

“I paid you so much and I still want more, I’m such a pathetic whore.”

She touches herself on camera, moans, and begs while I fill her mouth with hot, wet farts. She makes me insult her (“paying whore”, “luxury toilet”, “disgusting cash pig”) while she keeps repeating “I paid you so much… I paid you so much…” until she cums.

A girl who seems successful and put-together in her normal life, but secretly pays me good money just to degrade her with my farts.

I get home after a long day at university, backpack on my shoulder, starving and my stomach completely fucked from all the coffee and shitty campus food. The second I close the door, I find you exactly where I told you to wait: on your knees in the hallway, wearing nothing but one of my oversized t-shirts, no panties, face looking up.

I don’t even say hello.

I drop my backpack, pull my pants down right there and sit straight on your face with my full weight. My sweaty, hot ass from the whole day smothers you completely.

"Breathe, you fucking whore," I say as I release the first fart of the day long, hot and thick, all the gas that built up during classes.

I fill your mouth without mercy. Fart after fart. Some silent but heavy, others wet and bubbly exploding against your lips. I feel you coughing under me, your body squirming, but I stay seated, grinding my ass on your face while I unload everything I was holding."This is what you deserve after I’ve been at uni all day," I say laughing quietly. "Being my personal toilet the second I walk through the door."

I keep you there for a long time, switching between long dizzying farts and short burning ones, gripping your hair so you can’t move even an inch. Your face ends up completely marked by my smell, drooling, eyes watering, but your pussy dripping all over the floor.

When I finally stand up, I look down at you and say: "Welcome to your new routine. Every time I come home from university, this is the first thing you’re getting."