A New Fart Bitch

Samantha is relaxing, her mammoth prick and her slightly emptied heavy nuts resting on Emma's face, genital sweat starting to coat the underside of her member, further sticking it to the face of the ass-licker. Both enjoying the smell of sex, before Samantha lets out a short, smelly fart turning the room even more toxic, the sound of Emma's pussy dripping onto the floor managing to pierce the music piercing through the bathroom. Peeling the dick off her face, Emma stood back up at the behest of her master, cleaning herself up as Samantha pulls up her pants just in time as a woman walks into the bathroom. She's definitely going for a goth look, dark makeup and hair, black leather and boots. She made a beeline for the closest stall, but stops just as she was about to step in to do her business, but stops with her hand on the stall door, taking a sniff of the tainted bathroom air, before shivering and quickly entering the toilet, locking the door. Samantha smiles devilishly, an erection beginning to push up against the denim of her jeans. She went to the bathroom door, locking it so they won't get any visitors while they had their fun. There is another bathroom in the club anyhow, so they should be fine if they don't take too long.

Samantha approaching the occupied the stall, Emma watching her all the while with anticipation. She then knocks on the door, receiving an expected;

"Occupied!"

Her voice is far more girly then she expected. Samantha knocks again.

"I said occupied!"

Rather than knocking this time, Samantha squats down, her ass nearly touching the floor before releasing a horribly wet and loud fart, the stink being no better. Emma, despite being nearly on the other side of the bathroom, let out a moan, no doubt flooding her underwear with pussy juice. The goth bitch was far closer, and as such the effect was far stronger. The sound of fluid hitting water in the toilet bowl, either she's cumming hard, or losing control of her bladder, or both.

"Can I come in now?" Samantha asks, an absent minded uh-huh being the only response before the lock clicked and the door swings inward, revealing a red faced goth whore, rubbing her crotch through her leather pants.

Samantha quickly steps into the cramped stall, kissing the goth, before pushing her onto to the toilet seat. She pulls her jeans off, leaving her giant penis nearly touching the face of her new fart bitch. Samantha gets an idea and pushes the goth's legs together, standing on the remaining space of the toilet seat, her ass on the face of the goth. Samantha places her huge dick in between the goth's titties, the black corset she's wearing making the big knockers feel like a tight fuckhole. Samantha starts moving her hips, fucking the breast meat, rubbing her sensitive asshole on the face of the goth, the warm breath on her anus just pushing Samantha to jackhammer those honkers even faster and harder. Samantha can feel something pushing, and it wasn't just the nose of her fuck-partner. It starts pushing out of her stomach, and then her asshole, then...

The grossest fart comes out. So wet and smelly and loud it drowns out the noise of the rest of the club she was surrounded by. It lasts a full fifteen seconds and just as it ends Samantha came, painting white the valley her fat cock was fucking. So much cum spurts out that it leaks out all over the goth. No way she's be able to clean it up, at least not in a bathroom like this one. Doesn't seem like the goth has enough mind to care, however. Her eyes are glazed over, with hearts for pupils and far more moist underwear. Slowly, like she was pulling a sword out of a stone, Samantha pulls her huge member out of the chasm it's nestled in. Coated in its own thick semen, Samantha's weapon slowly lowers itself, growing softer and softer, but never going fully flaccid. Samantha steps off the toilet, and walks into the bathroom proper with Emma having frigged her cunt so hard it was probably gonna bruise. She walks over to the zonked out Emma and places her fuck-rod into the throat of her original fart sniffer, using her throat as a cock cleaner. She doesn't stay in Emma's throat long enough to get hard again, only long enough to not get the inside of her jeans messy when she put them back on. Emma is coming back, sputtering and coughing while trying to swallow her master's thick goo. The goth, which she had still not gotten a name from, is still breathing heavily from the smell of ass and farts that intoxicated her so much. Samantha walks back into the stall to pull her jeans back on, before walking to the semi-conscious body and slapping her just enough to pull her back to sense.

"Hey, Goth, what's your name?" Samantha asks, standing over her with a sense of superiority.

"J-Jess. I'm Jess." She says between laboured breaths, coming down from the fart high.

"I'm Samantha, nice to fuck you. Give me your phone, so I can get your number." Samantha watches as Jess fishes her phone out of her pants pocket, all too eager.

After Samantha punches Jess's phone number into her own mobile, and puts her number into Jess's. Just before she leaves, she let out a silent and deadly fart, invading the nostrils of Jess, reviving the goth's arousal.

Just before she leaves the bathroom, she orders her two fart-goons to clean themselves up, and likewise clean the bathroom.