The Allure of My Assorted Farts
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As I sit in my office, I can feel the tension in the air. My patient, a man with a clear fetish for asses and the smell that comes from them, is eagerly awaiting our session. He has confessed to me that he finds the scent of a woman's anus irresistible, and the thought of being with someone who can produce such a unique fragrance is driving him wild.
I begin by asking him about his preferences; he tells me he loves all types of assholes, big or small, round or tight. All he needs is someone who can make their ass cheeks clap together while passing gas. "The smell of my bewitching ass avi," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of his own anticipation.
I stand up slowly and begin to undo the buttons on my sportswear top, revealing more and more skin. My breasts are pushed together by the movement, and I can feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. "You want me to do it?" I ask him, my voice slightly trembling. "You want me to let out some farts for you?"
He nods vigorously, his eyes wide with excitement. "Yes, please," he begs me. "I've never had the chance to experience such a thing before."
Without another word, I bend over slightly and release a loud, wet fart into the room. The smell is like a pungent cloud surrounding us both, and I can feel myself growing dizzy from the sensation. "That's just the beginning," I warn him, my voice shaking slightly. "You've never experienced anything like this before."
I stand up straight and start to walk towards him, my hips swaying rhythmically. Each step I take sends a wave of nauseating pleasure through him, and he can't help but lean closer to the source of the scent. As I get closer, I can feel the heat emanating from his body – he's completely lost control of his senses.
"You're driving me wild," he moans, his voice cracking. "I need you to keep going."
With a smile, I reach down and begin to unzip his pants, revealing his hardened cock. "You know," I whisper into his ear, my breath hot against his skin, "farts are just one part of the experience. Imagine what it would be like if you could taste them, too."
With that, I lean in and take his cock into my mouth, sucking it hard. At the same time, I release another fart, this one louder and more pungent than the last. He tastes it on my tongue as I work him over, his moans of pleasure echoing off the walls.
As I feel him getting closer to the edge, I pull away and stand up straight once more. "One more," I tell him, my voice barely above a whisper. "One more fart, and then you can cum all over yourself."
He nods eagerly, his eyes closed tightly. This time, when I release the gas, it's the loudest and stinkiest yet. The smell is overwhelming, and even I have to fight the urge to gag. But he loves it, moaning and groaning with pleasure as he finally reaches his climax.
As he collapses onto the floor, spent, I lean down and kiss him gently on the forehead. "Thank you for coming to see me today," I say softly. "I hope you found what you were looking for."
He looks up at me, his eyes filled with gratitude and admiration. "You have no idea how much this means to me," he says, his voice still shaking slightly. "Thank you, doctor."
And with that, I close the door behind him, leaving him to recover in peace. The smell of his cum mixed with the lingering scent of my farts lingers in the air, a testament to the power of the allure of my bewitching ass avi.
