THE BENEVOLENT PROSTITUTE
Author: Closet Fetishist
Story Codes: nosex Fdom Msub ds flatu fart
"Fine then you son of a bitch! You go sleep in a
hotel or something." I felt my pillow hit me in the
face. Damn! Karen was pissed but I did have to expect
it when I realized I left the office smelling of
woman's perfume. My secretary was all over me and I am
sticking to my story. She came onto me, I
just...didn't resist. My wife would have believed me
in at an earlier point in time but this had to be the
what�10th time this happened? Ya, I guess I am not a
very good husband, but I just can't fight the urge to
be with other women. I never really wanted to get
married anyways but that is another story, for another
time. I checked into the local Holiday Inn for the
night, Karen would forgive me tomorrow. I just knew it.
I settled into my room but I soon began to feel quite
lonely for sex. Any man in their right mind would
fight the urge to save their marriage but I was not
any man. I decided the best thing to do was call a
prostitute. I reached into my wallet pulling out
numerous crumpled papers and business cards until I
had found the number I needed.
Soon there is a knock at the door. I open it to find
a wonderfully, gorgeous beauty standing in my doorway.
I was caught off guard, most prostitutes I had been
with had not been all that attractive. She wore an
extremely short shirt and very high-up shorts. I was
instantly turned on and the beauty at the door noticed
and smiled a bit. "Hi, I'm Jackie and you are�?"
"Mark. Hi," I managed to squeak out, still awestruck
by her sheer beauty.
"Hey, Mark. Uh...are you gonna invite me in?"
I shook myself out of a stupor, "Huh...what? Oh yes,
of course�please come in, come in."
"Thanks."
I watched Jackie set her purse down and then
immediately get undressed down to her undergarments. I
did the same and soon we were lying in bed together.
"So what, Mark? You single?" Jackie asked.
"Actually, I'm married," I said, slightly amused. She
laughed, but it was not a regular laugh. Almost like a
nervous laugh. She got off the bed and went to her
purse. While she was digging through it she asked,
"Hey, you wanna do this kinda�.kinky?"
"Uh...um�sure," I said, not understanding what she
meant at all. It sounded fun, that was all that
mattered. Jackie tied my arms and legs to the bed
posts. I was almost completely unable to move and I
feared this. I had no idea what Jackie was going to me
but in this position it could be anything. "Welcome to
female appreciation training, slave!" She shouted, her
tone became harsh and dominating.
"What!?" I yelled.
"You heard me, you son of a bitch. How dare you cheat
on your wife! Prepare to submit to my will or you
shall suffer worse than what you are gonna get from me!"
"I ain't submitting to shit!" That was stupid I
thought to myself, get my captor angry.
"Oh my you talk too much." She went back to her purse
and pulled out a roll of duct tape. She placed a piece
over my mouth and said, "Now there, we are ready."
"Eaady or at?" I mumbled.
"Why for this." I watched Jackie closed her eyes, in
concentration, leaned forward and let out a monstrous
fart, BPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTT! She let out
and exhausting sigh of sweet relief. "Oooohhh man that
felt good. What do you think Marky?" Seconds later the
smell wafted toward me and I got a sniff of the horrid
stench. It was rank and I was forced to take it all
in. I screamed in horror but the cries were muffled.
"I'll take that as a sign that you like them then. And
now you get it right on your little face."
"Noooooooooooo!" I screamed out or at least tried to.
My eyes showed my absolute fear. I struggled to get
loose of the ropes which bound me but it was useless.
Jackie stepped onto the bed and planted her ass,
comfortably for her at least, on my face. In this
position, I could only think of how debasing and
humiliating this was to have this lovely, near naked,
woman sitting on my face while I was bound to a bed. I
soon caught scent of the horrid odors of Jackie's ass
and I soon became short of oxygen. My breathing
increased heavily but the heavier I breathed, the
worse the smell was. I thrashed again and again to try
to free myself from this torture and Jackie obviously
knew I needed oxygen soon but instead of getting up
she leaned forward and farted a rather sizable blast,
PFFFFFT! "That'll teach you to move around. You
breathe when I let you breathe!" The smell was horrid
and I had no choice but to take in every rank bit of
it. I was just about to pass out when but Jackie
showed no signs of getting up. Just before everything
became dark, Jackie raised a leg and let me have a few
gasps of air. A few seconds later, BPPPPPPPTTT! She
farted again and put her leg back down, sitting down
on my face with full weight. A short time later she
said, "Oh my god, I gotta fart really bad." Jackie
shifted herself and struggled but eventually farted,
POOOOSSSH! "Oh my, that felt sooo good and it smells
fantastic! Don't you think so Mark?" She laughed out
loud at my pain as I struggled to force myself to
breathe in the 'fantastic' gas. "Oooo, I got another
one," Jackie said. She pushed hard on my stomach,
forcing me to expel all my air and she let go right as
she farted. I had no air, only the horrid smell of
these farts. "Ackie, pllze. I egg o ou�please, I lov
my wif. Don far n me ne or."
"Huh?" Jackie asked, farting once again. It was an
SBD. I screamed again but the tape silenced me. Jackie
began farting again and again, relentlessly. I was in
hell but Jackie seemed like she was having the most
pleasure a person could have. She farted once again,
PSSSSFFTT! The smell was rank and she knew I would be
out soon, if I didn't get air. "Well, Mark, I gotta go
soon but it's been fun. So what are you gonna do
tomorrow?" She ripped off the tape, painfully.
"Have your ass arrested!"
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Wrong answer." She said, and farted
once more. I groaned loudly, I could not take much
more of this�I need to tell her what she wanted to
hear. "What's the right answer, slave?!" She demanded.
"Go home to my loving kids and wife?"
"That's right but for now you sleep!" She leaned
forward on my face and let out an extremely long fart
that must have lasted at least 8 seconds. The smell
was worse than anything else; it was not even of this
world I was sure. I was out of air and 10 seconds
later I fell unconscious.
I awoke to the sun outside but I soon realized I was
still tied to the bed. I was still panicking when the
cleaning lady came in. She untied me as she laughed.
She said I was like the 12th person she had to untie,
today. I was a little pissed but I just grabbed my
wallet, which was missing all my money, my pants, my
shirt and went home.
I apologized to Karen many times. She was extra
sympathetic to him because I smelled awful she thought
he had spent the night in the dumpster or something.
That was good, so there was no reason to mention the
gassy horror of the night before.
Years went by and Karen and I became closer than ever
and our marriage was great. I soon realized however
that one thing was missing. I finally worked up enough
courage to ask her one day, "Honey, do you think you
could..."