1. Be Warned: Beautiful Butts Are Sometimes Loaded


    Date: 10/6/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: bryanLL

    ... brown-haired girl, but my concern for Brett gave me enough gumption to make the offer. Initially, he said “no” but it was a weak “no” and we both knew it was poorly disguised. Annie was the brown-haired girl's name and when she texted Brett to make arrangements for their “next session”, he texted her back and said he needed to discuss their arrangement and they would get what they wanted but a little differently than planned. We met and explained the exchange and Annie said that she and Becca didn't care whose face they used “as long as the guy does what we want”. She found my face acceptable (wow, how flattering to know my face was good enough for their farts) for what she wanted to do and she especially liked that I had experience and I seemed committed to doing things their way and the sincerity with which I assured obedience. I've been sniffing girls' butts since I was very (very!) young. The scent is like a narcotic and I was hooked on it immediately. I can't count how many butts I've sniffed because the number runs up into scores and scores. And, I have had probably 20 girls fart in my face. Most found it amusing or crazy-weird-fun; I have mostly thought of it as quite intimate---—the girl sharing something that that private from the depths of her being. Even so, I had concerns about Annie. She was a power girl with a nasty mind, the desire to fart in a guy's face, and a nature that craved putting guys in their place. Besides those things, her complexion, body type, ...
    ... and deep/roundness of her butt made be think that she wouldn't just do nicey-nice farts and then giggle like so many girls. Her farts wouldn't be just soft and sweet like others but they would be ripe and full and hard and merciless and hard to deal with. I will tell you about the first time but please know that we met once a week for months until they found a new “face”, one that would struggle, like I did in the beginning before I just surrendered to my fate and let them do it. We met at Annie's apartment on a Wednesday and I knew immediately that Annie knew what she was doing. She and Becca wore skirts that were so short, they didn't fully cover their panties. They were not skirts to be worn in public but were specifically chosen for face-degradation. Under those skirts they wore thin panties which are like the strongest of aphrodisiacs for buttsniffers like me. Super short skirts, thin panties, me sitting on the floor, and them standing with their butts inches from my face--—yeah,that's like a shiny lure to an oblivious Chinook for buttsniffers. Her trap was efficient and effective. She stood close to me, turned around, bent over enough that her cheeks spread and her panties strained over that perfect “nose pocket” and she told me to not touch her until she commanded. The two of them teased me with that for nearly 10 minutes while I begged to sniff Annie's butt. When she finally commanded me to do it, I was filled with lust and desire and a helluva lot of fear. The fear ...
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