As the ship sails off into the sunset, Dork can't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with nervous anticipation. His adventure with Long Toe Sally is about to begin, and he has no idea what she has in store for him. What he does know, however, is that she's been talking nonstop about all the food they'll be eating - and how it's going to end up in his fart-filled ass.
Sitting across from him at the table, Sally can't contain her amusement as she watches his expressions change from excitement to apprehension. She leans in close, her plump breasts practically spilling out of her low-cut top, and whispers, "Just wait until we hit the first buffet, baby. You're going to be stuck in a real stinky situation."
Dork swallows nervously, his eyes darting between Sally's voluptuous body and the increasingly appetizing spread on the horizon. He tries not to think about what it will smell like when she starts farting - or how much it's going to hurt when she inevitably makes him sniff her stinky butthole.
As they approach the buffet line, Sally slips her hand into the back pocket of Dork's shorts, giving his ass a playful squeeze. "Oh," she says with a wink, "I almost forgot! I've got a little surprise for you." She reaches into her purse, pulling out a tiny vibrator, and presses it against his ass crack.
Dork's face flushes red as the vibrator starts buzzing against his sensitive skin. He tries to stay focused on the food, but the sensation is too distracting. He can feel the heat rising from his chest, spreading outward in waves of embarrassment and arousal.
When they finally reach the front of the line, Sally wastes no time filling up her plate with all sorts of rich, greasy foods. Dork does his best to follow suit, although he's starting to feel a little queasy from the thought of what's about to happen.
As they find a table and start digging in, Sally settles comfortably into her chair, crossing her legs and giving Dork an eyeful of her meaty thighs. She takes a huge bite of her sandwich, chewing thoughtfully before washing it down with a sip of soda.
And then, without warning, she lets loose a massive fart that knocks Dork's chair backward. The stench is overwhelming, and he can feel the heat radiating off her ass as she continues to rip ass-ripping farts one after another.
Despite himself, Dork can't help but feel a twinge of arousal amidst the discomfort. As he tries to focus on the food in front of him, he catches Sally's smirk out of the corner of his eye. She leans forward, her breasts nearly spilling out of her top again, and whispers, "You know, baby, you can always ask me to fart on you again."
The rest of the meal passes in a blur of farting, teasing, and an increasing sense of submission on Dork's part. By the time they retire to their cabin for the night, he's already anticipating what she has in store for him tomorrow - and whether or not he'll be able to handle it.
As they drift off to sleep, nestled together under the sheets, Dork can't help but wonder if he's made a huge mistake or if this is the most incredible adventure he's ever been on. All he knows is that he's completely under Long Toe Sally's spell, and there's no telling what she'll have him doing next.
He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply, trying to block out the smell of his own ass and focus on the strange new sensations coursing through his body. He's never felt so alive - or so fucked up. But hey, that's what cruising with Long Toe Sally is all about, right?
