Caitlin woke up to a strange sensation. She felt something warm and moist brushing against her cheek. As she opened her eyes, she realized that it was her roommate's ass. And she just couldn't help but taking a deep breath in.
Her roommate, Sarah, was lying on her stomach on their shared bed, her yoga pants riding low on her hips. Caitlin couldn't help but notice the faint scent wafting up from Sarah's exposed ass crack. It was a musky scent, with a hint of sweat and something else that she couldn't quite place.
"Sarah, what are you doing?" Caitlin asked, trying to keep her voice level. She knew she should probably be more upset, but there was something strangely arousing about being this close to Sarah's naked ass.
"I thought you might need a little reminder," Sarah replied, not looking back at her. "You forgot to pay your half of the rent again this month."
Caitlin's heart sank. She had been meaning to get the money together, she really had. But life had just gotten in the way.
"I know, I'm sorry," she said, feeling embarrassed. "I'll have it for you by the end of the week, I promise."
Sarah let out a small sigh, but didn't turn around. Instead, she leaned her upper body back, giving Caitlin an even better view of her ass. Caitlin couldn't help but stare, transfixed by the sight of Sarah's bare cheeks spread apart.
"Maybe this will help motivate you," Sarah said, still not looking back. She reached down between her legs, her fingers disappearing into her panties. A moment later, Caitlin heard the distinct sound of farting.
Sarah's fart filled the room, echoing off the walls and surrounding furniture. It was loud, and it smelled... different. Not unpleasant, exactly, but definitely more intense than a usual fart.
Caitlin couldn't help but lean in closer, her nose almost touching Sarah's sweaty ass. She took a deep breath, filling her senses with the scent of her roommate's fart. It was intoxicating, and she found herself craving more.
"That's it, Caitlin," Sarah purred, sensing her newfound fascination. "Why don't you just take off your clothes and join me?"
Caitlin hesitated, unsure of what was happening. But something inside her was responding to Sarah's words, her body craving the closeness and intimacy they had just shared.
"Alright," she whispered, standing up from the bed. She slipped off her shirt, revealing her bare chest to Sarah.
"That's a good girl," Sarah said, nodding in approval. She reached back and grabbed the waistband of her panties, pulling them down to her knees. Her ass was completely exposed now, glistening with sweat in the dim light.
Caitlin couldn't resist any longer. She leaned in closer, pressing her face against Sarah's sweaty ass. She could feel the heat emanating from her skin, along with the unmistakable scent of her farts.
"You like that, don't you?" Sarah purred, her voice low and seductive.
"Yes," Caitlin moaned, her face buried in Sarah's ass. She couldn't believe how good it felt, how much she was enjoying this strange new sensation.
Sarah let out another loud fart, this one even more intense than the last. It vibrated through Caitlin's body, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.
"That's it," Sarah growled, her hips starting to buck against Caitlin's face. "You're my little fart slave now. You're going to worship my ass and my farts from now on."
Caitlin didn't protest, instead focusing on the incredible sensations coursing through her body. She couldn't believe she was actually enjoying this, but there was no denying the pleasure she was experiencing.
As the morning wore on, Sarah let out fart after fart, each one stronger than the last. Caitlin found herself getting lost in the scent and the sensations, oblivious to the passage of time. She had become Sarah's fart slave, and she didn't want it any other way.
Later that day, as they were getting ready to go out, Sarah turned to Caitlin and smiled. "Remember, you're mine now," she said, giving her a wink. "You'll always be my little fart slave."
Caitlin nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. She knew that this new arrangement might not make sense to anyone else, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the closeness she felt to Sarah, and the incredible power her farts held over her.
