Assistant to the Fartress
Kelly Shamrock was a well-known redhead with a curvy figure that turned heads wherever she went. Her big, round ass was the center of attention, and she loved it. Every now and then, she would find herself craving something extraordinarily cheesy, and when that happened, she knew her boyfriend would be more than happy to help.
As Kelly finished cooking lunch, she felt a gassy rumble in her gut. She smiled knowingly, remembering that her boyfriend had already eaten breakfast with her earlier. She turned to him and winked, "Guess I'll just have to let you enjoy these farts, won't I?"
His face turned red as he nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from her short shorts. He watched in anticipation as she let out a loud, satisfying fart right in his face. The smell was intoxicating, and he couldn't help but lean in closer to get a better whiff.
Kelly chuckled, amused by his reaction. "Don't worry, I've got plenty more where that came from," she said, pulling her shorts down just enough to expose her bare ass to him. She continued to fart steadily, each blast more powerful than the last. His eyes were glued to her backside, mesmerized by the undulating cheeks and the ripe smell that filled the room.
After what felt like an eternity, Kelly finally finished her assault on his nostrils. She pulled her shorts back up and turned to him with a satisfied smile. "There you go, honey," she said, patting his head like a loyal dog. "Now you've had your fill of my farts for today."
As much as he hated to admit it, he loved every second of it. The taste of her farts on his tongue, the way they made his stomach churn - it was all part of the thrill. He knew that whenever he wanted another fix, all he had to do was ask. And so, he waited patiently for the next time Kelly's gastrointestinal needs called for his attention.
