The Winry Fart Counseling Session
You step into the office, nervously clutching your hands together. It's your first time seeing a counselor, and you're not entirely sure what to expect. As you take a seat across from your counselor, your eyes widen in surprise. She's beautiful, with long auburn hair that cascades down her back and a figure that would make any man weak in the knees.
"Hello," she says warmly, extending her hand for you to shake. Her grip is firm, and the brief contact sends a shiver down your spine. "I'm Winry. And you are?"
You introduce yourself, still trying to process the fact that you're sitting across from such a stunning woman. She smiles reassuringly and adjusts herself in her chair, but not before letting out a soft, audible fart. Your heart skips a beat as you try not to stare at her ass.
"I'm sorry, was that...?" you stammer, feeling heat rise in your cheeks.
Winry chuckles softly, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Don't worry about it," she says, waving her hand dismissively. "It's natural. And besides," she adds with a sultry tone, "I think it's kind of hot."
Your mind reels at her nonchalant attitude towards farting, but you decide to take a deep breath and push forward. You open up about your fetish, feeling both embarrassed and relieved at the same time. To your surprise, Winry doesn't seem judgemental or shocked—in fact, she encourages you to embrace it.
"I think it's important to explore all aspects of one's sexuality," she says, leaning in closer. "And who knows? Maybe this fetish could lead to some really intense experiences." She pauses, her gaze fixed on you. "Now then," she continues, "why don't you lean back and relax while I... deal with this coffee?"
Before you can respond, Winry stands up and starts to pace around the room. You watch, transfixed, as her skirt hikes up and her ass wiggles enticingly. It's obvious she's trying to make you uncomfortable, but the more she teases you, the harder you get.
Finally, she stops in front of you and lets out a long, low fart. It's the sexiest thing you've ever seen—or heard, rather. She doesn't break eye contact as she unzips your fly and slips her hand inside your pants. You groan as she starts to stroke your rapidly growing erection through your boxers.
Winry smirks and leans down, her warm breath fanning across your chest. "How many farts until you're rock hard?" she asks softly.
You count silently in your head, wincing at every thump of her hand against your cock. Five farts later, you're pretty much rock hard. You're trying so hard not to cum, but the sensation of her hand moving in rhythm with her farts is too much to bear.
"That's it," Winry says, standing up straight. "You look like you could use a release." She steps back and smiles, her hand lingering on your hip for a moment before she pulls it away. "Why don't you take care of yourself tonight, and we'll continue this next time?"
You nod dumbly, still trying to catch your breath. As you stand up and adjust your clothing, you can't help but wonder what other naughty things Winry has in store for your next session.
