I started running during my lunch breaks when the pandemic hit and I began working from home indefinitely. I hate running. But I like the fresh air and, yes, I like staying in shape. Vanity as it is, I go every weekday at least for a mile and half, minimum. Nothing fancy.

I saw her also out for a jog within the first, say, month of my new habit and she caught my eye and never let it go. She lived in the neighborhood but I didn’t know where. But I’d see her, first once a week then slowly we kept crossing paths every day. Luckily, I also lived right around the corner from a dirty dive bar, so some nights, most nights, I would go have a few beers and watch whatever drivel they were playing on TV.

What luck. On a random Thursday night around nine o’clock, my jogging girl came in alone and sat at the other end of the bar. Separating us were a handful of drunken regulars. We kept making eye contact as she sipped her cocktail. Never seen anyone have anything other than stale beer at that place but I figured, ‘good for her. She must be new to the neighborhood.’ Soon, she left, but not before giving me a come hither-esque look. So I followed her outside but she was gone. I went back in and finished my drink then went home and jerked off a enormous load thinking about all the nasty shit I wished so badly I could do with the phantom jogging girl.

The next day, during lunch, I went for a short, quick run and saw her about a quarter mile ahead of me (maybe less), coming my way on the opposite side of the street. I planned to keep my head straight and go for it, but then she crossed the street and was now approaching me, rapidly. Just before we could truly see each other’s faces, she peeled off down a side alley, and as she does, she waved for me to join her. It was bright out. Too bright for what I really want to do with her.

She was probably five foot five and slim, built like a former track star. He blonde hair seems to almost reflect the sunlight. Her short running shorts accent her big Ass and muscular thighs. Not fat Ass, not fat thighs, but big, and powerful. She was sweating but not in a way that signified stress or exhaustion. As I approached her in the alley, I was breathing hard, my cock hardening in my running shorts. I could see her eyes were ice blue.

“We don’t need to know each other’s names, do we?” she asked, not breathing heavy at all.

“I suppose we don’t,” I answered, noticing her tiny tits strapped into her running bra. “But, nice to finally meet you, all the same. I see you all the time. You were at the bar–“

“Look, I get exactly one hour a day during which my boyfriend, who dragged me to this fucking city, thinks I am out running to stay in shape for him. I hate it here and I hate him. So, I figured, I see you out at the same time.”

“But you were at the bar alone last night…” I asked, suspicious.

“He was at bible study. He doesn’t ‘need’ me there, so every Thursday, I get an extra hour, too. How grand.”

“So, are you saying what I think you might be saying?”

“You’re cute and this is the only way I’ll feel like I have control over myself. I guess, to some degree, I want to be used, to, like, make someone who appreciates me feel good. You might be a stranger, but, still, this will help me keep plausible deniability.”

Putting the pieces together, I add, “If you and I never know each other’s names, it isn’t an affair. It is just you being Free with your body. Is that right?” It was kind of weird, but I saw the thin logic.

“We’ll have to go to your place. And you’ll have to wear a condom, no matter what.”

I leaned in to kiss her. She put a hand up to wave it off. “Oh, and,” she started, “No kissing.”

She ran off and as expected, her tight Ass jiggle ever so slightly as she left me in the blazing July heat.

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The next day.

Of course I went for my run, at the exactly same time as at all times, looking for the phantom jogging girl. I ran a mile, then two, then nearing mile three, there she was, in the alley connecting my street to the main road. She is leaning against the brick building as if she had been waiting for hours. I approached and, winded, looked her deep in her eyes to see what was next.

“Hiya,” I said, sucking wind.

“I only have 20 more minutes before I need to be back.” She looked at her clever watch and looks up and down the alley.

“Where do you live?”

“In the area. Let’s go in.” She knew exactly which building entrance was mine and as we went up the two flights of stairs, I was behind her, imagining how cute she looks farting in public among others.

I unlocked and opened my apartment door and as we went in, she led by taking off her shorts and panties. But not her running shoes. “Might as well save the time. Get a condom.”

She went to my couch and bent over the arm of it, facing the bay window that leads to the main road.

I got a condom from my bed stand and came back out naked from the waist down, matching her.

“I’ll only need a few minutes, so maybe I can get a better idea of your body…?” I asked, trailing off as I bent to my knees behind her.

A note about this: She had the tiniest holes I have ever seen, before and since. I thought if her boyfriend ever even fucked her. Clearly he never touched her asshole, which, seeing as he was a religious man, makes sense. But for a cute as she was, and for a prim and bossy as she seemed, she was not prepared for this at all. First off, she had clearly just taken a thick shit and not really bothered to clean up. Her Pussy was hairy, and kind of unkempt, which made her sweaty holes smell even more ripe. All to say, she was perfect for me at that time in my life, when no one seemed to care.

She must not have realized what I was doing because it took her a little too long to object to me having my face down in that region.

“Hey!” she snapped, half turning around. “What are you doing?”

“I am tasting you… I want to know how you taste. If we aren’t going ot kiss or know each other’s names, then why not really get….filthy.”

Suspicious, she asked, “What do you mean, ‘filthy’?”

I pushed my nose and rub it against her dirty poop hole and sniff in deeply. “I Love that smell.”

“Wait, what?”

I sniff again, “This is what turns me on. This hole specifically.”

“Ew, what? That is where I poop from… that is exit only.”

I stood and immediately slid my thick, long cock into her tight Pussy and held it all the way up. She squealed softly and I leaned close and said, “You get what you want, I will get what I want.”

She reached back and grabbed my head and I began fucking her from behind, slowly, methodically, and she nodded the whole time, as if to say, ‘anything you want. This feels right.’

I filled the condom right after she came all over my cock. Like, a lot of her flowing around.

“Wow.” She said, putting on her shorts over her shoes. “That was better than I imagined.”

“I have some ideas for tomorrow. Just come here instead of going ‘jogging,’ OK?”

She nodded again, flushed and spent-looking. “Deal. See you then.”

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At noon sharp the next day, a Saturday no less, I looked out the window and saw her standing on the sidewalk looking around, as if waiting for a bus. It was Hot, I could feel it seep in through the paned glass. I went down and peeked my head out the front building door and said, “Hey there, cutie.”

She walked toward me and as we got closer she said, “None of that.”

Again, I stared at her barely covered Ass as it swayed and sashayed up the stairs and as we entered my apartment she turned and swiped off her shirt exposing her bra-less, pert tits. I’d say, 34B, but I could be wrong. I never found out.

“Now the shorts,” I said, and she stared me in the eyes, almost with fire, and wriggled off her shorts. No panties.

“Turn around.” I commanded this action and in it, I also brought my cock out. She did as she was told and looked over her shoulder as I inspected from a few feet away her tight Ass.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked. She seemed annoyed, or maybe nervous. After yesterday, I couldn’t believe she would be anything other than excited, since I gave her all she said she wanted. Now I wanted more, if I could get it consensually.

“Why did you not like it when I sniffed your Ass?”

She paused, scoffed, and said, “Because I have a Pussy. Why are guys so weird about girls’ buttholes?”

Her question was nearly my answer. “Because of how forbidden it seems, because it seems like you don’t want to show it off.”

“Why would we? We literally empty our guts from that hole. You like that idea? hunh? You like knowing we, even cute, clean girls, poop?” she laughed. “Bet not.”

“In fact,” I started, “I not only like knowing you poop, I like knowing you fart, and even more than that, I like knowing you hate that I know you do it.”

“Oh my god this was a mistake.” She sort of leaned to one side, weighing a silent option.

“No way. This is the best situation for both of us.”

She paused and then said, curiously, “How so?”

“First, you get to finally be Free with your body. Something your boyfriend seems to not really like. Second, we had a good fuck yesterday. no denying that. And three, I am likely to fuck you the way you want if you let me have the dirty stuff. That is three wins across the board.”

She hesitated, deep in wondered, and then said, “So wait, you, like, want to smell my farts?”

Stroking my cock slowly, I said, “For starters, yes.”

“You want to watch me poop??” she asked, a bit more alarmed.

“If you are willing.”

“Um,” she said, “I mean, no guy has ever even thought I farted…or for that matter, pooped. Hm.”

“Bend over,” I demanded. And to my surprise, she did, and as she did, she spread her own Ass wide, letting me see the hole she poops from expand. She lifted her left leg slightly and let out the tiniest, squeak of a fart.

“Oh my god…” She said. “Like, this is fucked.”

I stood behind her and let her aroma fill my lungs as I teased my now be-condomed cock against her Pussy hole and taint.

“No one likes your farts, do they?” I asked, breaking her Pussy hole’s threshold.

“I have never farted in front of anyone. Ever. Not family, not friends. Certainly not Luke.”

“Does Luke fuck you like this though?” As the question left my mouth, my cock drove up into her Pussy from behind and I began jackhammering her for about 20 seconds, and she yelped and panted and huffed and moaned.

“No, fuck. Fuck, no.” was all I could hear.

“Does he make you cum this hard?” Presumptive, sure. But I was really going for it. I wondered maybe, just maybe, she’d cum soon if I said that.

And wow, as I said that, her Pussy clenched up and she started gyrating and yelling into my couch pillow.

I came immediately, hard. The cum spilled out of the condom but nowhere near her Pussy hole. Phew.

She melted onto my couch. “Did you fuck me becuase of my fart?”

“That is what got me hard, but I fucked you because you are so Hot. And because we both know this is wrong, but only one of us will regret it. I needed this, too, you know.”

She sort of laughed. “Yeah…” she trailed away.

Then, still naked, sweaty and spent, she lifted her leg like a gymnast posing and let out a long fart that rumbled through my small apartment. She giggled and I came over, smelling it, and then crouched down and slid another condom on before fucking her missionary on my couch. A stranger whose farts were electrifying, was there letting me make her cum on a random Saturday.

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I didn’t see her at all the next week till Thursday night at the bar around the corner. I had been there listlessly watching the baseball game and she walked in alone, sat at her same seat as the week before. She made eye contact with me and waved, sheepishly.

I walked over and sat next to her. Before I could say anything, she launched in, “I told him everything.”

“Everything?” I asked, sipping my beer a little more intently.

“Look,” she said, “It was so fun, what we did those two days, but the guilt was getting to me. I didn’t tell him it was with you.”

“Thanks for that.” Like I cared. But still, nice enough gesture. “Is he mad?”

“He said he will forgive me soon for the transgression, and then asked if we were married would that have helped me not wander from him.”

“And?”

“Listen,” she said, kind of scared seeming, “He is going away to pray on it till Saturday. I figure, why not, like, why not one more night?”

I paid our tab and before I knew it, I was balls deep in her tiny Pussy, under the sheets of my bed, in a full make out.

I humped her gently and asked, “I thought you said no kissing.”

“I will never see you again when I leave here tomorrow.”

I flipped her on her knees and said, “then let’s really go for it.”

“Please,” she said, almost begging, “Please, go for it.”

I spit on my rubbered cock then spit on her warm anus and then pushed into her Ass as she yelled.

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” she groaned as I slid in then out.

I grunted like a beast and drove back up, imagining pushing her poop back into her guts.

“Feels…” she panted, “Weird, um, uh, but good. Like I am pooping.”

I kept going at her shitter, not hard but rhythmically.

Then she popped up onto her hands from her elbows and said, “Wait wait wait.” She shimmied off my cock and rolled off my bed and as she made her way to my bathroom, she stopped and squatted a bit and unloaded a thick python of a turd. I stayed on my bed as I watched, my cock slimy.

“Oh my god,” she said, mortified. Her turd coiled at her feet. She covered her face and turned around. “I cannot believe this. I had no idea… I didn’t know I had to go… I have never done Anal.”

I got off the bed and went to her and kissed he deeply, her poop on the floor between us.

“Shh. shh,” I offered. “It is OK. Here, feel,” I took her hand and placed it on my even harder-than-ever cock.

“I am so embarrassed,” she said, barely able to look me in the eye. “I could cry.”

“We will either never see each other again, or you’ll stay forever.”

I hugged her and wished for that moment to never end. I didn’t really know it, but I was so lonely. I was so lost. In the few times I had seen her, I finally had felt a connection. Was it based on absolute insanity? Yes. But does that de-value it? I really don’t know. But I can say that for the rest of that night, we kissed, and we laughed, and we made Love, and we fucked. I explained the problems I was having and she told me it was all gonna be OK and I believed her.

“I just want to actually be seen by someone.” she offered after we’d both cum with each other. “No one sees me. It never feels that way. That was different with you.”

“I do see you.”

“I can’t believe you smelled my farts and watched me literally poop on your floor.” She rolled her eyes and laughed and I knew I’d never carry her the rest of the way toward what she needed. “And you still want to be with me.”

In the morning, we woke hungover and sweaty. She hadn’t showered and offered for me to clean her shit hole any way I pleased.

I put her on her stomach and a rainstorm started. I spread her Ass wide and began licking her wrinkled anus, tasting her insides, and falling in Love with her in all the worst methods.

“Mm,” she said when I was done. “That felt good.” She let out a low, bassy fart and wafted it with my covers. “That felt even better.” She didn’t giggle but instead turned o and stuck her Ass out against my cock.

“Go on,” she teased. “Get in there.”

“Out of condoms…” I said, despondently, really.

She pushed again. “I don’t care. Get in there. You deserve it.”

I slid in somewhat effortlessly and she felt better now than ever. “Why do I deserve it?”

She moaned and reached back to grab my head erotically. “Because of that hole, you’ll need to clean up my poop off your floor.” She smiled in a way that I could feel on my cock. The playfulness. It was almost a lack of hope.

“I wish I could watch you poop every day,” I said as I fucked her Ass. “I’ll probably wait till you’re gone, cum on it then clean it up.”

“You’re so sick,” was all the said as I brought her to Orgasm with my hand on her clit. “You’re the worst. You’re everything I needed.”

She soon got up and dressed and gave me a nod. “OK, well. Catch you on whatever flip side.”

She left, and I did exactly as I promised leaving her turd there for a while as I remembered that my kink, my Fetish, wasn’t productive but still fun for me. She seemed like she was merely vacationing with me.

And she was.

I never saw her again, and what is even weirder is that about a month later, I was sitting at the same bar I’d courted her in and struck up a conversation with a guy I’d never seen before. He was bigger than me, but seemed bleary-eyed at such an early hour. I finally found out her name when he told me his story about his fiancee who cheated on him and then disappeared.

“I was a bad partner,” he admitted, “But after she confessed, I found forgiveness. You know, like God taught me. But then she said she was into all this, well, all this weird stuff… I don’t want to get into it. But yeah, no idea where she went. But I just know I couldn’t give her what she wanted.”

Knowing that I could have, knowing I saw her and worshipped her, that is what sunk me. That is still one of the worst days of my life.

I wonder if she thinks of me.

To her, I wasn’t real. She found another living ghost, with all the trappings of an anonymous soul. She wanted more, and I wanted her.