It's Rude to Stink Up Someone Else's House
by realityspec

The following story was written by the submitter's ex-girlfriend.

Rene and I were closing. It was Jimco night at the store, and we'd spent a long, hot evening running tables and flat-tops to the front, sweating and trying to make a game of racing each other to get the job done faster. 'Mystery Man' happened to appear during one interval, and, realizing Rene and I were trying to outpace the other, joined in as well.
I won, of course. I am excellent at fast-walking.
Turns out they knew each other, but how, I wasn't sure. Anyway, at the end of the evening, Rene and a few of his friends at the store all decided to head back to his place.
I was also invited out of courtesy, and because they all (rightly) assumed I didn't have a social life.
Upon arrival, we made a neat crowd of about six or seven people, all milling about the living room and kitchen area - Mystery Guy was drinking a beer, perhaps one of several, it looked like, and I'd been eyeballing him for a little while. It had been a long time since we'd done anything together, and the alcohol was starting to take a toll on him, and I decided to politely ask someone where the restroom was.
I ate something I shouldn't have, and my allergies were making my poor tummy upset.
I learned the bathroom was a... reasonable distance from the main crowd. I didn't think they would hear anything over the sound of the TV, at least.
Beer goggles lowered Mystery Guy's perception points. I asked him if he could, ahem, show me to the bathroom, and he nodded smilingly in assent as we trailed off across the apartment.
The door closed behind us. I locked it.
He looked at me, confused, then seemed to understand that Interesting Things might be happening and watched as I quickly wriggled out of my pants and stood before him in naught but my polka-dotted panties and a T-shirt.
I grabbed his hand and led him into the tub, closing the shower curtain to give it a feeling of intimacy.
I placed my hands on his shoulders... and firmly pushed him down onto his back, his head hitting the bottom of the tub with a thud. Still not understanding, and thinking I was playing rough, he started to unzip his pants when I grabbed his wrist and wrenched it back from the zipper.
He inhaled sharply, his excitement building. What wonderful things could I be preparing to do to him? His expression shifted again to confused anxiety, as I'd turned around, facing away from him and straddling his midsection. I reached down to lovingly pet the bulge in his pants, and he shivered once in spite of himself - and I took the opportunity to wiggle back, just a step or two. I could feel his body tense. Perhaps the alcohol was already wearing off, and his memory jostled him.
"What are you... what are you doing?" he gasped, unable to move.
"Just relieving some pressure from work!" I replied cheerfully, trying to assuage his fears while I savored the buildup. I could feel the bubbles moving down my stomach, but they weren't ready yet, and I didn't want to stink up the bathroom too much or hop on his face too soon. If I did before they were ready, he might still have the strength to throw me off, but if I waited then I could probably keep him too occupied with my farts to do much but squeal and wiggle.
"I don't know if I like this..." the young man whimpered, beginning to stir.
Ah, shit.
I jumped the gun and pressed my ass against his face, rubbing him deep into the fabric of my panties, smothering his cries of distress as his nose pushed itself in the crack of a few polka-dots. His wails were drowned out by the sound of the TV and laughter a few rooms away, despite the echoing nature of our confinement. I bent forward to try and hurry along the bubbles, feeling them travel further down until they were just... right... at... the edge...
I sat back, pressing down just enough to keep him from struggling away, and farted out a long, hot, seeping wind through the fabric of my panties and up into his quivering nostrils. He gagged and heaved, feeling immediately sick at the warm, sulfurous air creeping into his lungs, trying desperately to throw me off - but while he still outweighed me by thirty pounds or so, he was a skinny little thing, and all of my weight was forced upon his upper body, and his legs couldn't reach me or gain much purchase in the slippery tub.
I smiled pleasurably as I felt his nose bob up toward my crack a few times during his struggles. I farted again, hotly, and pushed down - he coughed and wheezed and kicked, but I held his arms at his sides, clenched between my legs. He was absolutely helpless and I was absolutely thrilled.
It WAS rude to stink up somebody else's house, so this worked out just perfectly - as long as he kept sniffing them up! But the nature of fabric allowed scent to disperse, and I quickly realized my panties would have to go.
I twisted my upper body to hiss down toward his face. "If you scream - if you so much as utter a sound - I'll 'accidentally' hit your head off this faucet and, while you are unconscious, expel so much rotten, stinking gas into your nose, you won't smell anything but my ass for a month. Otherwise, just smile for me and be a good boy and try not to make any noise."
He whimpered pathetically, wanting this nightmare to be over. A few remnants of his boozy alcohol rush still buzzed in the back of his brain, but the trauma of what was happening quickly sobered him up to the situation.
I lifted up and leaned forward to slide my panties down, bunching at my hips. I didn't want to take them off completely, because that would mean releasing his arms, and I couldn't risk him getting away and telling everyone about my little exploits. I hoped that by the time I'd emptied all of my gas into him, he would understand the future consequences of uttering a word about any of this.
I felt him shiver again as my naked ass sat just inches away from his face, giving off a soft warmth. I saw the bulge in his pants again, despite everything that had just happened, and I teasingly gave it a firm squeeze. He nearly cried out, desperate with confusion, his head swirling with mixed feelings of disgust and horror and a perplexing arousal - how indignant he was, how ashamed he was, to have evidence of any feelings of pleasure so obviously displayed!
He groaned again, and I decided to move on as a familiar pressure began to build in my lower abdomen.
My stomach burbled just once in warning, and I suddenly lurched back to mash his face against my ass-cheeks, guiding his nose deftly into the puckered little pinkish-brown hole that fit so perfectly around it. I closed my eyes as I felt a massive bubble build at the edge, and the hole suddenly expanded as it let out a warm, rank wind up his nostrils again, this time exposed and naked to the effects. It left an irritated, burning feel in his nasal passages, only trumped by the actual stench it produced.
He whimpered and made a few half-hearted attempts to push me off, but the gas had left him feeling lightheaded and he could do little else at this point.
Before he could collect himself, I thrust his nose even deeper into my anus, giving an experimental squeeze as I felt it contract pleasurably around his nostrils. I giggled as he lay there, helpless, and then let him out just enough so that his poor little nose was just sitting at the edge - and right as I felt his chest rise to inhale, I let out a series of short, bubbling poots, all of them wafting their disgusting air straight inside him. He renewed his efforts and gave an impressive shove, and I was briefly bounced up into the air, but oh! I felt the motion dislodge another bubble, and I came back down hard and was already farting out another long, hot, squealing burst of gas before I'd even touched his nose again.
He ended up sucking in at least half of it.
As I felt his body go ever more limp with the realization that he was stuck with me until I'd finished, I felt just a small amount of pity for the suffering he'd endured - but not too much. I'd noticed his erection had never really gone away through the whole thing.
"Looks like it's not ALL bad, is it?" I said playfully, stroking him once or twice. I felt his sudden blushing against my own cheeks, the agony of his shame burning hotly on his face. "Someone's getting a little warm. I have something that might cool you off~!"
An airy fart this time, a warm wind, wafted against his face as I sat up just enough for it to blow against him - he let out a moan of disgust and tried to turn his head away, but I jerked it back in place.
"I'm doing you a favor, you know," I said angrily. "The least you can do is be grateful. Looks like you're going to be in here for a little while longer, jerk."
Thankfully, laughter from the living room drowned out his whining protests as I gently, firmly, wedged his nose back into my asshole.
I hoped they wouldn't mind us staying late