The Tooterer: Redemption
by American Wonton

WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART DOMINATION AND FART FETISHISM. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

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I sat waiting in The Tooterers fart closet. It had been a full 15 hours. Hot and muggy fart air clung to my skin like glue. I could breathe nothing but her butt emissions. Yet somehow, I was at peace. I spent my time imagining her big bodacious booty against the door frame. I visioned it squishing against the door, slowly grinding up and down. She farts, engraining the sound into the frames. The sound plays over in my mind, along with her hip movements. The Tooterer was one sexy lady, horrible as her fantasies were.

Light spills in as the door opens. There she stood. The Tooterer in all her glory. She seemed large to me; I was only 17, and here was this human using me as her personal fart rag. I had grown sort of attached to the concept, unintentionally. “Wakey, wakey,” she said, turning her butt to me, “shakey, shakey!” PPPLLLLAARRPP! My morning ritual. Wake up, smell her farts, then get up and smell her farts. The old rut with a butt.

She walked over to her bed and sprawled herself across it. I followed her, knowing not to run away. The Tooterer was much stronger than me; when I disobeyed, she knew how to punish me. Without asking, I placed my head between her cheeks, awaiting punishment. However, she pushed me away and sat up.

“Not today David, I have something else in mind.” She said. I clung onto her every word...this was certainly a change of pace and I became frightened. The Tooterer had me sit up; then she sat beside me. I found her hand on my junk. I tensed up, knowing she liked to give that area a good smack. BBBBBBBLLLLLAAARRRPPPTTT! The sheets shook as her ass erupted next to me. “Sniff it, David.” commanded The Tooterer. I obeyed. I smelled acid-like baked beans and chili. Truly she was trying to challenge me. BBBBBBRRRRUUUUMMMMPPPP! A bassy fart, cauliflower based. I sniffed again, waiting to see what game The Tooterer was pulling. She only smiled at me, her hand still on my penis. “Let me try something,” she said. Next thing I knew, she sat on lap. I gazed over her neck as the blood depleted from my legs to...somewhere else. RAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPTTTTTTSSSSHHH! Oh my god that fart! Loud and proud with a wet finale! I could still feel the vibrations in my legs after it happened. I took a deep drag, savoring the flavor. It was indescribable. Smelly, yet inescapable. My mind was in a flutter for some reason. The Tooterer put her hand back on my penis.

“Hmmm,” she pondered. “Yup, just as I thought. You are attracted to my farts David!” My astonishment was almost palpable. She pulled off my pants...as well as her own. “See for yourself, big boy.”

Next thing I knew...her naked ass...against my naked member. FFFFLLLLLLLLLLAAARRPPPPP! It was like one of those radio sound FX farts. A true American fart. I inhaled deeply. Eggy and potent. I watched as my penis jumped up an inch. She wasn’t lying...but I was to myself. Truly this was The Tooterers greatest work. She had turned one of her obedient fart slaves into a fart fetishist. I was horrified...and relieved.

I hadn’t noticed it, but The Tooterer had adjusted her ass towards my face. A nice long SBD rolled out for a full 15 seconds. I scooted my nose towards her butthole, sucking every drop of her fart. I licked it clean for her. She moaned in pleasure. I wanted to do nothing more than to be centimeters from her fleshy buttcheeks. They were my home, my sanctuary...all it took was a months worth of convincing from her.

She backed away from me as I began kissing her cheeks. I watched as she laid stomach down on the bed. Her butt was perched in the air and she spread her buttcheeks for me. “Fuck my ass, David.” said The Tooterer. I never knew those words could be uttered from her mouth. “Do it now.” I was instantly turned on by her aggressiveness. I sprang up, penis extended, and fumbled to put it in her. I was a virgin, a fact The Tooterer was well aware of...and constantly mocked me for. Until now.

It was inside. My penis was inside the ass which had tormented me for so long. I cannot explain to you how anal sex feels for the first time. But it was a magical blur. My penis was pressed tightly, sliding in and out her ass. She grunted and moaned sexually for me. I didn’t know if it was fake or not, but I was gracious for her performance.

I needed a break, so I pulled out, hysterically. The Tooterer farted something fierce, turning me on even more. I put it back in, and surprisingly, she let loose on my penis. The rhythm of our sex was orgasmic. PUMP, FLLLLLRRRTT, PUMP PUMP, PPPOOOOOTT, PUMP PUMP PUMP, BBBLLLRRRBBBTT! On and on for a good 10 minutes.

I came inside The Tooterers ass, a phrase I thought would never come to fruition. It was like something out of a sick fairy tale. I could feel the billions of sperm pumped inside her poop chute. She farted mid-cum, making a bubbly little cream pie spew forth. It was 30 seconds later that my orgasm ended.
We lay next to each other. She big spooned me, which was pretty un-masculine. I didn’t care though. This moment was magical; she was my playmate and I was her little fart rag doll.

“I have never met anyone, man or boy who could pleasure me so much.” said The Tooterer. She cupped a bubbly fart in her hand and smothered my face in it. It was a cute gesture, and I giggled with her. “I guess that means you are quite the man, David.” Those words warmed my heart. “I...I think that...I love you, Mistress Tooterer” I said. They were cautious words...was this only a one time fling? Would we go back to square one after this?

My thoughts turned dark as The Tooterer released me. I watched as she squatted over my face, her butt sweat still clinging to her vaginal area. FFFFFLLLLAAARRRRPPPPTTTSSSSSSSS! With one foul toot, she creampied my semen back onto my face...I didn’t know whether to be insulted….or turned on. She slowly rose off me.

“Here’s the thing,” she spoke gently, still towering over me. “I have a porn business to run and many dedicated viewers. They would be crushed if my domination days were over. I am sure you would be too.” She spoke the last sentence with a smile, as a flappy fart escaped her bowls. I smiled back, hoping this conversation wouldn't turn ugly. “I know you and I have had a bad start David.” she continued. “But now that I know that you are into this stuff, this changes the whole game. I can still fart on you without any consequences...however, I will need to step up my game to make my videos more believeable.” The Tooterer laid on top of me, caressing my face with her hand. “Are you willing to rise to that challenge?”

I wasn’t listening to her words. Only imagining the possibilities. Live with this gorgeous woman who wants to fart on my face all day? What could possibly go wrong?! I loved this girl and her farts! If she wanted to step up her game, I was more than ready. I wanted to be part of her ass for eternity!

“ Mistress Tooterer,” I replied, my eyes resembling Bambi’s, “ I would love to be your butt-slave. I want to be with your ass for so long till I resemble something that came from it!” She giggled, tiny fart bubbles escaping from her ass. I took little sniffs without her noticing. “Very well,”she replied. “We start shooting today. I hope you are ready.” She rose off me and headed for her restroom. “Why don’t you come shower with me? I don’t know if you noticed, but I did more than fart cum on your face just then.” My hand went to my brown, sticky face and she laughed. I followed her inside, smacking her on her big, beautiful ass. I never got to shower in her house. Now I was showering with her.