The Date That Led to a Midnight Fart Sucking Session
As the elevator descended, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. The date with Starling had been perfect—dinner, drinks, and endless laughter. She was always so charming, her wit shining brightly even under the dim lighting of the fancy restaurant. However, there was one thing that kept nagging at the back of your mind: the way she had looked at you when she thought you weren't looking. It was almost like she was... disgusted?
When the elevator doors finally opened, you stepped out onto the empty hallway, eager to get home and debrief about your evening. However, Starling didn't seem to share your eagerness. In fact, she looked almost irritated as she followed you down the hallway towards your apartment door.
"Look, I had fun tonight," you began, trying to break the awkward silence that had fallen between you. "But I'm just saying, I was feeling kind of gassy the whole time, and you weren't helping with all those jokes about farts."
Starling let out a huff, rolling her eyes. "Well, excuse me for having a sense of humor," she replied, her tone slightly acidic. "I didn't realize I was making you so uncomfortable."
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could get a word out, Starling let out a loud, audible fart. It was like nothing you had ever heard before—a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to echo throughout the hallway. Your eyes went wide in shock as Starling let out a satisfied sigh, completely unphased by her own flatulence.
"You know what?" she said, her voice taking on a dangerous edge. "I think you owe me for that. You were making all those jokes about farts, so now you have to suck the fart out of my ass."
You felt your stomach drop as she stepped closer, her eyes boring into yours. Without another word, she reached down and pulled her pantyhose to the side, revealing her bare, perfect ass. Your mouth went dry as you realized what was expected of you.
As you knelt before her, your heart pounding in your chest, Starling placed one hand on her hip and leaned forward, presenting her perfectly round derriere to you. You gulped as your tongue darted out, hesitatingly touching her skin. She hissed in through her teeth as you made contact, and you could feel the power she was exerting over you.
Slowly, you moved your tongue across her cheeks, feeling the warmth of her breath and the softness of her skin. Your mind was racing, trying to process the fact that you were about to do something so taboo, so dirty. But as your lips finally found the small, tight opening of her asshole, you couldn't help but feel a thrill coursing through your veins.
You pressed your lips against her ass, feeling the warm, moist air escape from within. It was like nothing you had ever imagined—a primal, dirty act that you never thought you would be capable of doing. And yet, there was something undeniably arousing about it.
As you sucked on her ass, feeling her muscles tense and relax around your mouth, you couldn't help but think about how far you had come. From the fancy restaurant to the cold, empty hallway, you had traversed the entire spectrum of emotions. And now, here you were, on your knees, sucking on one of the most beautiful women in the world's ass.
Starling let out a low moan, her hips grinding against your face. You could feel her pleasure radiating through you, filling you up in a way that nothing else ever had. And as you continued to suck on her ass, feeling her round cheeks pulse against your lips, you knew that this was just the beginning.
