The Plumber's Farting Delight
The door to my bathroom was in need of repair, and so I had called a plumber to fix it. I was in no hurry to see her, but the moment she stepped into my apartment, I knew my life was about to take an interesting turn. She was young, maybe just out of college, with short curly hair and a playful smile that lit up her entire face. Her pert little butt was encased in tight blue overalls that did nothing to hide her figure.
As she went about her work, she couldn't help but let out a small fart every now and then. At first, it was amusing, but then it got more intense as she continued working. The sound of her farts echoed through the silent room, accompanied by the intoxicating smell of rotten eggs and sulfur. I couldn't believe what was happening, but I couldn't deny the strange pleasure it was giving me.
Finally, she finished her work and stood up, dusting off her hands. She turned to me and smiled, "All done," she said with a wink. "You have a nice bathroom." Before I knew it, she had grabbed my hand and was leading me towards the bedroom. My heart raced as I wondered what she had in store for me next.
In the bedroom, she let go of my hand and began to undress, revealing her slender yet curvy figure beneath her overalls. She kicked off her shoes and pulled off her shirt, exposing her lacy black bra. Then she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor, freeing her perky breasts.
Suddenly, she turned to face me, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She pulled me close and pressed me against the bed, her hot breath on my ear. "I have a little surprise for you," she whispered conspiratorially. "I hope you're ready for it."
With that, she climbed onto the bed and spread her legs, inviting me to join her. As I lay down beside her, she positioned herself so that her bare ass was hovering just above my lap. Then, without warning, she let out a long, low fart that shook my entire body. The smell was overwhelming, but somehow intoxicating.
I felt my cock begin to stir beneath my pants as she continued to fart on my lap, each one hotter and more intense than the last. She reached down and grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together. "This is what I've been waiting for," she breathed. "You like it, don't you?"
I could barely form the words, but I managed to nod in response. She grinned and leaned forward, pressing her bare stomach against my erection. "Then let me show you how much I've been enjoying it too."
And with that, she began to fart on my lap in time with her grinding hips, creating a delirious sensation that drove us both wild. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and I couldn't help but give in to the strange pleasure that consumed me.
As we continued to fuck up her farts, I couldn't help but wonder how many other people had experienced this bizarre coupling of pleasure and pain. But for now, all that mattered was the heat between us and the intoxicating smell of her gas filling the room.
