Autograph
by QicenoQ

I held my ticket in my hand and wore a smile on my face. The timing couldn’t be more perfect; I saved up enough money to go to a Unice concert.

My daughter loved Unice, and despite not being old enough to go to one of her concerts, she would die for an autograph. That was my plan; get in there, get an autograph while in the line, and get out. Anything for my daughter.

I wasn’t the biggest fan of her music personally, but that wasn’t the point.

The only problem was… a lot of people adored Unice; and fair enough. Her brunette hair with bangs & side pieces made her look like a proper idol, and in my case, her curves were notable. Not to be a perv, but I understood why some neckbeard would fantasize over her.

I sat in my car and waited; other vehicles began filling the lot, and they traveled to the stadium where the concert would be held. After a bit, I exited my own car too.

The ticket-taker stood in front of the door. I handed it off to her and entered. The stadium was large, but even after looking at every corner, no Unice in sight. This would be a long day.


…


I feel like I was the least-excited person in that stadium that day. Every time a song ended, the crowd would cheer. Every time one began, they would scream. Every time Unice looked at someone with her bright blue eyes, I would hear “I LOVE YOU” from someone’s mouth.

I eventually exited the stadium, and prepared to walk over to the autograph lot. But the sheer amount of people that were present was mind-numbing to look at. Easily over a thousand concert-goers lined up in front of one little booth. I began to feel bad for this celebrity singer.

At the same time though, an idea formed in my head. I would get that autograph, then leave. And in my current position, the quickest method would be to sneak attack her. It wasn’t the most moral method, sure. She would hate me, and risks came with sneaking up on a super-celebrity. But on that note, if I came home with a black eye and said that Unice’s bodyguard did it, I had a feeling my daughter would be less likely to play her entire albums. I hated to say it, but that was a win in my books.

I snuck past the crowd and walked behind the bars that guided everyone, then slid between the trailers. The back-area had wires covering the floors, lights dotting the ground that guided everyone, and one particularly extravagant trailer in the far back. I snuck between other trailers to reach it; the lights were off inside, and the window was open. I looked inside; Unice was in there, changing.

I blushed as I saw the celebrities nude breasts; she tossed her sundress off that she wore during the concert, then put on a red plaid button-up T-shirt before sliding on some jeans. Her butt looked… eye watering. Again, I hated to perv on someone, but god damn. I got the appeal.

“HEY.”

I then jumped at the sound of a booming voice to my left. I turned to see a body-guard looming above me.

“You’re in big trouble, boy.” He growled, then reached for the collar of my shirt before pulling me close.
“Perving on a celebrity? Do you have any brains in your fucking head?”

“What’s going on out here?” A familiar voice then spoke from the window. I turned to see Unice’s head poking out. She looked down at me with a shocked expression.
“Excuse me? You can’t be back here, honey..”

“No worries, ma’am. Just a creep.” The bodyguard said to her. I realized I would be going home empty handed, and regret began to set in.

“I-I’m sorry, ma’am.” I repeated the bodyguard’s name for the celebrity. “Look- I know I shouldn’t be back here. The truth is, my daughter really wants an autograph, and I’ll be standing out there forever. I just want to get home and see her face when I give her a signed picture. I-I fucked up, I understand.”

Unice looked at me for a bit, then put her hands on her chest.

“That’s… sweet.” She hummed, then smiled. “Hey, let him go. Bring him inside.”

“Yes ma’am..” The bodyguard murmured, letting go of my collar. I took a breath as my breathing was no longer cut off from his grip. He then led me to the door, but not before giving me a final farewell:
“Be on your best behavior.”

“Y-Yes sir.” I stuttered, then watched the door open.

Unice smiled down at me before standing to the side. “Please, come inside.”

I walked in, and the door shut behind me. I was standing in a room with, currently, the most popular person in America. I felt a surreal feeling in the air; she stood at my height of 5’10, yet she felt so much taller than me.

“So… You must really care for your daughter.~” Unice stepped toward me. “I love sensitive men like you. You would do anything for your daughter, wouldn’t you?”

“I-I would take a bullet for her.” I responded, then pulled out my wallet. A folded picture of my daughter at her first softball game was inside, and I unraveled it before showing the singer.
“Elizebeth. Her name is Elizebeth, and this is her favorite picture. See her bat? It had your little logo on it.”

“Aww.” Unice took the picture. She looked at it for a bit, then turned back to me. “So, is this what you want me to sign?”

“I-I would appreciate it a lot.” I responded. “I’ll be out of here before you know it. A-Again, I’m sorry to intrude like this. It wasn’t very cool of me.”

“Hey, hey..” She tried to calm me down, then put a hand on my shoulder. “... We’re not done yet..”

“Hm?” I asked, confused by her remark. Unice then folded the picture before sticking it in her pocket.
“Hey- what’re you doing?”

“I’ll sign that picture.” Unice began, then crossed her arms. “But you have to do something for me in return.”

“A-Anything, you name it.” I felt oddly important with her tasking me of all people to do her bidding. Unice smiled, then turned her back to me. I awkwardly watched her hair sway as she faced away from me.

“I’ve been awfully lonely during my tour..” She then murmured in a sad tone. “None of my family called, the other celebrities are too in-their-own-head to talk to me, I don’t have anyone special in my life..”

My heart-rate spiked at her implication. When I said ‘anything’ I most certainly wasn’t expecting what she was currently suggesting.

That all came crashing down when she continued:

“... No little boys like you to dominate..”

“W-What? Where are you going with this?” I shuddered a bit. Unice smiled at me over her shoulder.

“I haven’t felt the touch of a man’s face buried in my ass in years.” She then remarked. Her even mentioning her ass almost made me stumble, and her looking into my eyes after saying it genuinely put me off.
“So, take a wild guess at where I’m going with this.”

“Y-You want me to..”

“I would love it if you did. Right now.” She then snapped her fingers. “On your knees. Down, boy.”

I was frozen, but managed to slowly make my way to the floor. I was at eye-level with her butt; it was packed in a pair of skinny jeans, and she shook her hips from side-to-side, making her cheeks jiggle under the coarse fabric.

Unice then stepped back. I backed away, arching my back in the process. The celebrity giggled at my hesitance.

“No no, you’re going to keep your face right where it is.” She then hummed before reaching back and, with an index finger, she tapped the middle of her buttcrack.
“I want you to smell my butt. Otherwise, I’ll just keep this picture of your daughter. Got it?”

“O-Okay ma’am..” I hummed, then leaned in. It honestly felt too good to be true; she had a legendary posterior, and I shivered as I placed my nose between her cheeks, pressing it against the coarse denim.

Unice proudly moaned above me before stepping back again; my back arched once more, but this time, she had me trapped between her legs.

“Sniff.” She then instructed. A single shiver ran down my spine as I did as told, and took an audible inhale through my nose. I don’t know what I was expecting, but the earthy, sweaty smell of post-concert ass was sucked up through my nose, making me wince.
“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?~”

“Mph-” I groaned, cringing at what I was doing.


Bbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt…


Just then, a long, airy fart seeped into my nose, and I pulled back hard enough to fall down. Unice giggled above me, looking down at me over her shoulder.

“Hehe- I’ve been holding that in during the entire show.” She beamed with a grin. “I was going to let it out, but you decided to come for a visit. How did it smell?~”

“Ugh- like shit..” I whined, rubbing my burning nose. Unice then shook her hips again, taunting me after making me smell a fart at point-blank range.

“No, I think it smells like roses. Let’s try that again.”

“W-What?” I complained. “That was sick! Why do you want to do this of all things?”

“It’s fun seeing guys like you struggle.” She then cruelly remarked. “You’re so sweet to do this for your daughter. You’re willing to go through extreme lengths for a single autograph. Because guys like you? They just can’t say no, can they?~”

She then patted her pocket, reminding me of what I would be lacking if I got out of here.

“Besides, it’s been so long since I’ve farted in someone's face.” She continued. “My last break-up song was full of innuendos about it, actually. Just think about that; whoever I was singing about spent many hours sick to his stomach after we separated.”

I never wondered what she REALLY meant in that song, but knowing it was actually because she MADE him smell her gas is… troubling. It made the fact that my daughter liked that song a lot really awkward for me; I was probably the only one who knew its true meaning.

Unice reached back and tapped her buttcrack again. “Would you rather I sit on your face?” She then asked.

“N-No..” I hummed.

“Okay then, daddy. Come over here and sniff.”

I felt gross as I leaned back in toward this sadistic woman’s butt. It was such a nice backside, but it put off some horrendous smells that made any of its good qualities obsolete.

The denim was still warm as I poked the tip of my nose against it. My lip quivered as I hesitantly sniffed.


Pfffrrr…


Another fart purred out. Unice grunted after letting it out, then shook her hips, stinkfacing my dubiously-consenting face. It smelled like fish and dairy, and I had to stifle a gag before sniffing again.

“Mmh~ good boy!~” She purred, then reached back. She grabbed the back of my head. “Sniff my fucking butt. You love it, don’t you?~”

“Mmph..” I felt gross for complying with her degenerate desires. I always knew celebrities were different behind closed doors, but this was just insane.

“Deep sniff.” She then commanded, squeezing my head tighter. Her hand firmly grabbed my hair, making me shudder; my nose was pressed right against her ass, so meeting her requirements for a ‘deep sniff’ would probably make me actually gag this time.


Pbbbr-br-br-br-br-br-br-br-brrrrrrrt


A long, bassy fart thumped my nose repeatedly. The smell was so much stronger; I needed to pull away near the end, and I grabbed my nose before gagging hard. Unice looked at me over her shoulder and smiled at my display of disgust.

“That one was pretty bad, wasn’t it?” She asked, turning around. She crossed her arms, caressing her chin with one of her hands as she observed me.

I gagged again. That fart was so overbearing; it smelled like it came from the deepest corner of her bowels, reeking of pure shit and whatever she had eaten the night before.

“You’ve been doing so good. It makes the fact that I need to punish you all the more upsetting.” She then murmured. I looked up to see her backing away, then she walked toward her futon. She turned back to me.
“Come lay down. I want to sit on your face.”

“I-I can’t-” I visibly shuddered at the thought of watching her ass lower onto my face. If she had anything in her bowels even half as bad as that last fart, I would be forced to leave.

Unice only smiled at me. “I wasn’t asking.” She then replied, patting her pocket again. “I’ll throw this photo away if you don’t come here right now and let me sit on your face. All I’m asking is for a few minutes, anyway; I need to go sign autographs soon.”

That was the push I needed, it seems; knowing she HAD to leave soon was a welcome revelation.

I stood up from the floor and walked toward the futon before kneeling on it. I felt myself become dizzy as I twisted and laid down on my back, occupying one of the cushions with my head. My legs hung off one of the armrests.

Unice looked down on me and smirked; her pursed lips looked so smug that I only scowled at her.

She then turned around, presenting her once-lovely ass for my teary eyes again. I watched her sway her hips seductively before reaching for her belt.

After a bit of fiddling, I was horrified to hear her unbuckling her belt. She slid her jeans down, revealing a pair of striped panties that had a little bear-pattern in the middle. She looked down at me over her shoulder, then lowered herself.

Seeing her buttcheeks poke out from the legholes of her panties made my heart-rate spike, but knowing I couldn’t turn my head away alone was enough to make me feel like I was having a heart attack.

She sat down on my face; my nose sank between her soft cheeks. The smell was stronger, as one less layer sat between my nose and this celebrity’s asshole.


Ssssssss…


I then felt my nose warm up; a silent, airy fart seeped into my nostrils. It smelled so much stronger without the jeans, and I tensed up as I allowed her to fart in my face.

“I have more..” She then hummed.


Ssssssssssssrrrrrbbbbbt


A longer fart emerged, ending in a bassy cacophony that rattled my nose. Unice hummed with satisfaction before sitting down with more weight, effectively using my face as a cushion. I gagged into her buttcheek after being forced to smell her gas; it was awful.


Brrt… pppprt…


Two more came out, shooting into my already-damaged nose and damaging it even more. I laid there and took her gas, probably pent up from hours of performing. She was silent above, but her smile was loud enough for me to hear.


Fffrrrrrrrrrrrpt


After a minute, she released another sharp emission. I felt the skin on my nostrils puff up as the surge of gas cascaded into my nasal passage. I gagged into her butt again, making her giggle above. She was sadistic, and relished in making me experience a humiliating punishment.


BrrRRRRRRRRrrrrbbbbbbbbbbt


After another couple minutes, Unice pushed out a large, airy fart. It vibrated my entire face, and it was so bad that I had to turn away. My head wrenched to the side, followed by a harsh dry-heave leaving my mouth. Unice sat on the side of my head for a bit before standing up, and she finally left me alone.

I tiredly laid on her futon before turning to see her signing my daughter’s image. She walked back over and handed it to me.

“I had fun with you.” She hummed. “Please come back!~”

“N-No, no fucking way..” I snatched the photo from her hands. “I-I always knew you celebrities lived differently in the dark, but this? What the fuck is actually wrong with you?”

“You can just leave if you want.” She then said, nodding to the door of her trailer. “Or I can just have you thrown out of here for being a pervert.”

Her threat made me tense up, and I stood up before walking to her door. She leered at me, grinning emphatically as she watched me exit.