Ex-Rated
by QicenoQ

I scrolled through my phone as I leaned back on the porch-swing. The bad reception was at least forgiving enough to let me doomscroll, but the boredom never left me.

I was at a low point. A regular job hardly cut it in my area, so I was stuck in a dirty, unassuming building downtown for a porn-shoot. They were apparently in dire need for a cleaner, and were paying a pretty decent price for it.

A whistle then made me turn my head. I saw a guy in basketball shorts & a hoodie looking at me from the door.
"Cleaner?" He asked, prompting me to nod. He then nodded behind him.

I followed him into the house & to a door at the end of the hall. He was texting someone as he opened it, then nodded me inside.
As I walked in, I was shocked by a sight. A guy was in an unclosed bathroom, hacking his lungs out over the toilet. He sounded genuinely distressed; this would be a tough job.
I then approached the set, seeing a guy with a jacket, cap, & black slacks.

"Hey- I'm here to clean the shoot." I then whispered, making him look at me. But before they could say anything, a familiar voice boomed beside me.

"Uhm- What the fuck are you doing here?"

I turned & felt my stomach drop as I recognized her instantly; Dakota, my ex. We dated for a few months, but her possessiveness took a toll on both of us.
Her familiar fluffy, chin-length brown hair & tan, chubby body was somehow overshadowed by her lack of clothes that revealed it all. Her thick thighs & backside took up an entire cushion of the futon she was sitting on.

"He's our cleaner." The camera-guy responded. "Why- do you two know each other?"

"He broke up with me." She growled, sliding a pair of khakis on. She then approached me while sliding a black crop-top over her naked breasts, standing at eye-level with me.
"I'm not shooting with you here."

I wasn't sure what to say, but I didn't get a chance to. The guy who led me here then walked in.
"What's up?" He asked. The worker walked over, leaving me with my bitter ex-girlfriend.

"She doesn't want to shoot because of him." One said. "He broke up with her."

Adding to the cacophony, the guy in the bathroom stumbled out. He looked white in the face, like he needed medical attention.
"S-Sir, I really need to leave. I-I can't shoot with her anymore- it's... i-it's too much, man..."

"Ugh- okay, man." He hummed, then handed him $1. "Go buy a water or something."

"What- seriously?" Dakota complained as the sick guy walked out.
"Ugh- such a pussy. Are we done for the day, then?"

Not even 2 minutes back here, and it seemed like all that waiting was for nothing. I sighed slightly as I turned back to the door.

"... Hey, maybe not." He then remarked, looking at me. I stared at him quizzically. "Dakota, how much do you hate our cleaner here?"

"..." Dakota glared at me again. But to my shock, she then turned to him & smiled. She then turned back to me; making me shudder as she grinned at me again after months.

"It's settled." The guy continued. "You, cleaner-guy, you're shooting with her now. We're rerolling."

"W-What?!" I felt scared as the workers went back to the camera, with Dakota walking back on the set.
"D-Dude, come on. I came here to clean!"

"Change of plans." He replied. "You already signed the contract for tonight. I was really planning on you cleaning; honest. You understand, right?"

"Okay, well..." I turned back to see Dakota sitting on the futon. She was eating a bag of spicy chips.
"... W-What am I doing? And what did that guy mean; 'too much'?"

"Hey." Dakota then spoke. "Remember that time I farted in the car?"

Her reminiscent remark then made my eyes shoot wider than before. It made sense now.
Dakota's gas was potentially lethal in enclosed quarters. That day she let one out in the car made me fear her originally-pleasant ass.
She giggled as she saw my fear.

"Oh, c'mon. Don't scare him, Dakota." Her boss hummed, shaking his head. He then turned back to me.
"... If it's any consolation, you'll be getting paid a lot more. Just- make sure not to look at the cameras."

"..." I felt scared as he directed the workers to start the camera again.
I anxiously watched as Dakota happily ate her chips, grinding her hips into the cushion. She then cringed slightly, pursing her lips a bit before putting her hand on her belly.


Bbwwrrrrrrppht!

Suddenly, a bassy noise erupted into the cushion. I felt it in my soul, all while Dakota barely even regarded it.
She then fanned her face before turning to look at me.

"Oh fart-boy.~" She beckoned. I then felt a pat on my back. The guy nodded toward the set, making me gulp my fear as I walked into the lit-up room.
"I'm feeling really gassy right now." She then purred in a tone too seductive for her statement. She then lifted her hip slightly, scooting to the side.
"Come, sniff the cushion."

I shyly nodded; I wasn't big on being on camera, and being contractually bound into sniffing my ex's fart wasn't helping.
I stifled a groan as I knelt in front of the area that she had originally sat on. It felt warm as I leaned in. I then sniffed the seat, making me cough as the familiar smell of digested meat & spicy potato chips wafted up my nose.

"Don't cough." She then commanded. "Just for that, put your face in my ass."

Dakota angled herself, creating a cave for me to slide my face in. I felt like crying as I hesitated.
"NOW." She then snarled. My breath felt shaky as I did as told, sliding my head along the cushion. My face was soon overwhelmed with the heat put off by her big, odorous butt. She then sat down, trapping my head.


Bbrrrmpht...

A quieter, but still bassy fart then filled my already-dodgy breathing space. I tried not to breathe, but the heat alone told me that it wouldn't deteriorate overtime.


bbBBWWOOOOORRMPPHHFFFT!

Dakota then shifted as a much larger fart bursted out. My lungs ached as I tried not to breathe it in, and I was forced to take a breath. The smell was immediately overpowering. I tried to stay put, but I had to escape.
I dry heaved as I covered my nose.

"Oh my fucking GOD." Dakota yelled, covering her nose as well. She then stood up before snapping at the now-empty futon.
"On your back, now."

"Ugh- w-what-" I rubbed my teary eyes. Dakota groaned again, and I felt a grip on my shoulder. She pulled me up & threw me down on the futon, making it creak.
Before I could process it, I heard the futon creak again before a warm mass slowly began to crush my chest. I looked up to see Dakota reverse-straddling me; aiming her khaki-clad butt at my face.
She scooted back, making me squirm as her massive ass grew. I helplessly let her sit on my face, making me groan; I was in a bad place.


Ppppppprrrrrrrrpht...

A deep, airy fart then escaped her colon. Her aim was spot-on, and I felt it fill my nose. The smell was immediately worse, as it came almost directly from the source.
I jerked my head to the side before hacking aggressively. Dakota only giggled before grabbing my head, aiming it back to her crack before sitting down.


Prraaaaapt!

"Mph.~" She moaned above. I couldn't turn away this time, and helplessly squirmed to bear it.


Pfffffff...

Then, a silent fart simmered out. My nose burned from the fetid, burning stench, making me scream & thrash.

"Hehe- silent-but-deadly." She bluntly told the camera. If it weren't for my tortured reaction, nobody would've known.

After a bit more facesitting, Dakota finally got off of me. I turned away, unable to see through my teared-up, red eyes.

"Are you going to be a good fart-slave?" She then asked. "Because I'll sit back down if you don't listen to me."

"N-Nugh-" I groaned weakly, keeping my head turned away. Dakota still glared down at me.
"... Y-Yes..."

"Good." She then stood up, pulling my arms hard enough to make me sit. She then knelt on the spot my head was before unbuttoning her khakis.
I watched as the camera wandered closer, recording her pull her pants down. My heart sunk as I saw her bare ass again, before turning back to her. She looked at me expectingly.
"Those farts made my ass sweaty- especially that SBD. Come, lick my ass clean."

I felt like running. The door was right there, and I only had a few people to dodge. But I needed the money, so I reluctantly crawled behind her.
Her bare ass was colossal as I knelt behind her. She then spreaded her cheeks, revealing her brown asshole to my undesiring eyes. She swayed her hips, playfully instructing me to get in there.

As I leaned in, I watched her hole pulsate slightly.


PpffFFFFRRRRRRRRRPpppfffffff

An airy fart blew into my face, lasting several seconds. I felt my hair blow back slightly, but that didn't bother me; the stench did. It was basically at point blank, infecting all the air around me with a dense cloud of gas.
Her asshole then pulsated again.


Prr ~

Dakota sighed after trying to force another fart out. She then snapped her fingers.
I begrudgingly moved in closer, sticking my tongue out while fighting the urge to throw up. I then tensed up as my tongue made contact with her ass. The taste was just evil; acrid, sweaty, and still lingering with farts. Dakota then let go, making her cheeks squeeze my face slightly.

I stifled my gagging as I licked my ex's asshole. Dakota hummed above, clearly getting off to this. My fist clenched as I pleased her.


Wrrpphhtt...

I then pulled back as an airy SBD flooded my mouth. I couldn't help but dry heave in an attempt to cough the stench out. Dakota only laughed at my disgusted reaction.

I moved back to it, but she didn't spread her cheeks again. She looked at me over her shoulder.
"I shouldn't have to spread them every time."

Annoyed, I moved my hands up & squeezed her cheeks before pulling them apart. The camera zoomed onto her asshole as I leaned back in.


Brrsssp! BBBLRT!

Two farts shot me in the face. I pulled back & clenched my eyes, but kept her cheeks spreaded. I was beginning to feel desensitized to her smaller farts, but only barely.


Fffffffffff...

"O-Oh-" Dakota moaned. "Another silent one. Go on; sniff my asshole deeply, slave."

I was too hesitant to, though. I caught a whiff of it from a distance, and it was bad enough to make me let go of her ass. I had to cover my nose again.

"Ugh- seriously?" She then complained before standing up again. She kicked her khakis the rest of the way off before pulling her crop-top over her head. She was nude again, looming over me as I fought my urge to vomit.
She then grabbed my hair, making me yell as she pulled me up, and once again, dropped me onto my back. I whimpered as she hopped on me again.
Her bare ass crawled back again. I shook my head, even pleading.

"N-No-" I weakly mumbled. I knew I had to do this, but her ass was genuinely scary. Dakota was unyielding though, and her naked crack soon enveloped my entire face.
"NNNMPPH!"

"Shut up." She growled, grinding her ass on my face. The smell was somehow stronger. My tongue barely even effected her hole.


Bblrrbbt!

A bubbly fart shot out & made me jerk. I yelled again as she scooted back further; a weird sensation pressed against my nose.


Phhmpt

I then jolted hard. A powerful, burning fart shot directly up my nose.
I tried to push her off, but she grabbed my arms. I was forced to squirm fruitlessly again.


Pppprrrmmfffff...

Bbrrrpt!

Prrt

Bwworrpt

"Mph-" I tiredly groaned after the last one. It vibrated my face as it shot down my nose.

"Phew... My gas is starting to clear up." Dakota's words then graced my ears. I sighed with relief, desiring the fresh air outside her ass. But my hopes were postponed.
"I think I have one more fart. Open your mouth." As she said that, she let go of my hands. They tiredly fell down to my sides while she began spreading her cheeks. She then scooted forward, making me groan as I fearfully opened my mouth. I could taste her musky asshole as she sat down.


Pbbrrrbbrrbbbrrrrrbbbbrrrrbbppt!

A long, bubbly fart then made my cheeks puff up. The taste made my eyes roll back, and I tried to turn away from it. But her weight made sure that it went entirely into my mouth. I gagged as she leaned back again, watching my body thrash painfully.
She finally lifted off of me after a long minute. I coughed as I began taking deep breaths; my face was drenched in both of our sweat.

"... Cut." I then heard a familiar voice. "... Wow, 20 minutes? Did you enjoy yourself, Dakota?"

She giggled slightly. Then, to my horror, her cheeks came back down on my face. I screamed as I tried to buck her off.

"Alright, Dakota. He needs to clean, so hop off of him." He then said. Dakota did as told, stepping off & putting her clothes back on.

I weakly sat back up, still gasping for air. Dakota continued eating the chips from earlier as she walked off-set.
The guy then walked towards me, smiling more than before.

"Dude- that was seriously impressive." He stated. "Every dude we've had to shoot with her tapped at the 2-minute mark. That last guy got sick after the second fart."

"Y-Yeah?" I didn't care. I wiped my eyes as he complimented my ability to be my ex's fart-slave.

"For sure, and those long videos do pretty well." He said. "And given how often she farts, I'm sure this one will be a best-seller."

"Well I'm happy for you." I groaned back, standing up finally. "Y-You said I was cleaning, right? Where's the mop & stuff?"

"Oh- no. You aren't doing that anymore." He then remarked, making my eyebrows furrow.
"I just said that to get her out of here. No, I think you should be her permanent fart-slave for our videos."

"F-Fuck no!" I yelled. "Dude- she's my ex, and by the way; that SUCKED. I almost threw up like- nine times."

"Fair." He replied. "Well... I'm sorry to say, but I can't pay you for a session unless you're signed up with us. Which means all of that was charity work, basically."

"Ugh- seriously?" I groaned, getting a nod back. "... So that guy that left earlier?"

"Not getting paid a dime." He answered. "Now, I'll be nice; our website pays us after a week, so I can sign you up for 1 week. All your sessions will culminate until then, and you can leave if you want afterward."

"Really?" I asked, getting another nod. It sounded uncomplicated & confusing at the same time.
"... Well... I need the money..."


...

...

I looked at myself in the mirror in the hallway. The camera-man had already left, and I was waiting for the boss to come out with a contract.
He handed it to me soon after, and I signed it after looking for proof that it was only for a week. I then handed it back to him before walking out.
As I approached my car, I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Hey- stop for a second." Dakota said. I groaned as she walked toward me.

"What?" I asked.

"I just wanted to thank you." She said with an innocent smile. "Look... I wasn't too fond of seeing you earlier, but... I really am thankful that you signed up to work with me."

"It's whatever." I responded. "I need the money."

"Y-Yeah." She walked closer as I opened my door. "Look- I don't really know what to say right now. It's going to be really awkward between us on set, and I kinda wish it wasn't. ... Can we be cool?"

"Huh." I dully hummed, making her sulk slightly.

She quietly walked away as I slid into my car, rolling my eyes.
Yet, part of me felt bad for two reasons: One, she was just being nice. And two... would she want to be nice tomorrow?