Tortured by a Good Thing
by ???

My girlfriend is sensitive girl. Physically she is above average height about 5' 8". Probably weighs about 145. She is very atheletic and strong, her hair is brownish blond her eyes are greenish blue her skin is kind of light. She has a deep voice and is a little insecure about it. Like I said she is sensitive, she's happy, outgoing, smiles a lot but is easily hurt.

She's the first girl I've ever seriously been involved with. I had never smelled a woman's fart before. So I wanted to smell hers. Well, "wanted" is an understatement, the thought started to drive me crazy. My nose was aching to be filled with them. I mean I knew it would smell bad, like her shit, but that was a good thing. I just kept hoping she would do it around me or that the topic would somehow come up.

Eventually I decided to just break down and tell her. I was terrified when I did. She was very surprised and didn't know what to think. I could tell she wasn't totally oppossed to it so I pursued her, telling her how much I though about it and how important it was to me and telling her that I would do anything for her if she would let me smell her farts. She could sense how important it was and said, "But you know they wouldn't smell good right?" I replied, "No, they would to me! I wish I could just bury my face in your butt and sniff them with each breath I take!" Immediately I realized this was propably not the smartest thing to say and I was scared. But she appeared to be in thought and spoke reluctantly, "Ok, I'll do it."

"Really!! You'll really do it!" I almost cried I was so happy. She smiled and said "If you really want that." I responded "I do, I want it more than anything! I love you. Will you marry me?" I don't know what caused me to say that, I had never even thought about it and I just blurted it out. I didn't even want to get married. But it was too late now, there was no taking it back. "Yes I will marry you!" she responded and wrapped her muscular arms around me and cried. I cried too.

So anyway the next day she is wearing these green pants that are made out of some kind of soft cotton material. She tells me "okay I have one". My heart jumps. She rolls over onto her stomach and I bury me face in her butt. She farts, right in my face. It was kind of small not real loud about 1 second long. I start inhaling and it as like being hit with a sledge hammer. It smelled awful! I thought it would kind of smell like, well, shit or something. Instead it was like rotten eggs or rooten cabbage. There was nothing enjoyable about it, not even marginally. My dick which had been rock hard just melted when the smell hit me. My immdiate reaction would have been to take my face out and run as far away from the smell as I could. But then she asked, "Do you like it?" I couldn't hurt her feelings. So I said weakly "Um, yeah I.. it's good." "I think I have another one" Oh god no not another one I thought. This one was louder and shorter kind of making a popping kind of noise. Again the smell of rotten cabbage came. I laid there and sniffed wondering why the hell I had wanted her to do this. "I think that's it." she said.

I was upset. This had been my dream and I had experienced it and I hated it. I just hoped it wouldn't come up again. About an hour later she tells me she has another one. I lay down and she sits on my face and farts. This one was a little louder and longer and smelled even worse which I didn't think was possible. "I'm kind of enjoying this" she said.
Throughout the coming weeks she would fart on me many times. It was not fun. The smells would be sometimes rotten eggs or cabbage or sometimes raw sewage, or sometimes there was that "I've been holding them in" smell. It was gross. I wanted to puke everytime she buried my nose in her cute butt and blasted me.

Occasionally she would ask in her deep voice, "You do like it don't you?" With a "I'm going to burst into tears if you say no" desparation in her voice. So I would manage to tell her that I did.
I found myself not wanting to be around her, becoming irrated with her and resenting that I had to constantly smell her disgusting farts. I didn't even want to be intimate with her as much.

My life is pretty much hell. I'm constantly tortured by her and can't say anything about it. She'll come in and tell me that she been holding them in all day for me. So not only do I have my face squashed by her and have to smell the grossest scent imaginable at point blank range on and off for several hours. I have to act happy about it! And thank her afterwards! God why doesn't she just go to the fucking bathroom during the day! I'm so fucking sick of this!

And I'm going to marry her? I can't stand being around her! Eventually she sensed that I was unhappy and one day just cornered me and demanded that I tell her what was wrong. Reluctantly I explained that I had thought I would enjoy being her fart sniffer but that I really didn't like it. Needless to say she burst into tears. I had had this conversation in my mind many times and had imagined myself not caring about her reaction. But when it happened I felt horrible. Poor little thing, just doing what I had asked her, I'm a terrible person for treating her this way. "Does this mean you don't want to get married either?" she sobbed. At that point I put my arms around her and told her that of course I wanted to marry her (which might have been the first time I had actually meant it).

So no more farting, I was relieved. I started to enjoy being around her again. We seemed to become very close but I always sensed that she felt hurt by my decision not to smell her farts anymore. I felt like she had enjoyed it on some level. It was never mentioned again. For some reason spending all of the energy that I had gaurding her emotions from the truth that I really wasn't enjoying being farted on, had made me care deeply for her.

Our wedding day came and I was very excited. She looked prettier than I had ever seen her to look. We had a nice outside ceremony and a good friend of ours hosted the ceremony. (I'm a secular humanist so it wasn't a religious ceremony). I'll spare the details.

That night we traveled to a beach house we had rented. We went inside and I noticed that she seemed nervous, uncharacteristically quiet. We sat down on the bed after changing clothes and she spoke: "Pirate_Mann, remember when you told me that you would do anything I wanted if I farted on you?" I was surprised, this was the first time she had mentioned it and I had forgotten that I had said that. But I remembered when she mentioned it. She continued, "Well I did, so I've decided what I want. I want you to be my fart sniffer. Like before." she paused "forever".
She had never asked explicitly for anything in bed. I was speechless. Then I looked in her blue green eyes and lost control. "Of course I will!" I said and though I could beleive I was saying those words I didn't regret it. "Maybe we could do it totally nude tonight." I offered. She smiled and agreed.

What the hell was I doing? I hated smelling her disgusting farts! Why was I agreeing to this? Before I knew it her bare butt cheeks covered my face. We had never done it this way before. Then she farts: It's a couple seconds long, warm and smell like rotten cabbage that she had been holding in for a week. I gagged and coughed and almost threw up. This was the worst, clothing is really a strong filter! The she got off of me and asked me if I liked it. I looked into her eyes and answered honestly.
"No, I think it's gross. Your farts are probably the worst thing I've ever smelled. But that's ok. Because I'm your fart sniffer and it's my job to smell them. It's my way of thanking you for being my wife. I will gladly smell them tonight and every night. Because I know it makes you happy even if only slightly so. Thank you for this wonderful honor." I continued, "I would rather be tortured with your farts than have the best mindboggling sex with anyone else in the world."
She was a lttle shocked and smiled and climbed back on top of me staddling me and said, "You're mine forever now," as the last inches between her ass and my face disappeared.