A Fetish for Farts: A Steamy Encounter. I couldn’t believe I was considering this. But I was hard up for cash and I needed my rent money fast. I had an old client who used to massage me on the weekends a couple of years ago reach out to me. His name was Richard, and he had a… unique request. 

“Lai, I know this is going to sound strange, but I was wondering if you would be willing to sell me your farts in a jar and ship it to me,” he asked over the phone.

I was silent for a moment, unsure of how to respond. “Um, Richard, I’m not sure I understand. Why would you want that?” 

“It’s a long story, but let’s just say it’s a kink of mine. And I’m willing to pay $500 for each jar,” he said. 

I was desperate, so I agreed to give it a try. I spent the next few days carefully collecting my farts in mason jars, making sure to seal them tightly to preserve the aroma. I packaged them up and shipped them off to Richard, hoping for the best. 

A week later, I received an envelope in the mail with $500 in cash. I couldn’t believe it. I had sold my farts for money. And Richard wasn’t done yet.

“Lai, I have to admit, your farts are the best I’ve ever smelled. I was wondering if you would be willing to meet up and let me taste one in person,” he asked.

I was hesitant at first, but the thought of making more money was too tempting to resist. I agreed to meet him at a hotel the next day.

I walked into the hotel room, feeling nervous and excited. Richard was already there, sitting on the bed. He smiled when he saw me.

“Lai, you look absolutely beautiful,” he said.

I blushed, feeling self-conscious. “Thank you, Richard.”

He patted the bed next to him. “Come, sit down. I want to show you something.”

I sat down next to him and hesitated for a moment. I handed him the jar and watched as he took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. 

“Mmm, it’s even better than I imagined,” he said, licking his lips.

He leaned in closer and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth. I responded, kissing him back. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I was enjoying it.

He broke the kiss and looked at me. “Lai, I want you to fart on my face. Will you let me?” 

I was surprised by his request, but I couldn’t deny the excitement. I nodded, and he pulled me close and started kissing me again. 

His hands roamed over my body, caressing my breasts and squeezing my nipples. I moaned, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over me. He slipped his hand under my skirt and started fingering my pussy, slowly at first, then faster and harder. 

He slipped his fingers out of me “Do it now, I’m going to get undressed and I want you to squat over me and fart in my face.” 

As he lay on the ground I positioned myself with my ass right at his face, I waited a second before I could feel it coming. I farted long and hard over his face. He lay there sucking in the stench, his eyes glazed with excitement. Laying there in pure ecstasy I got dressed and left him to his fantasy.