"Go lie down on that couch over there. Be perfectly still," she orders gently.
I subtly flair my nostrils to see if her fart had a smell. Oh God! It did, like a sewer. I could not imagine what she eat to create such an unholy stench. My eyes involuntarily water as I look at her and smile; rising from my chair to comply with her demand. I lie down; my body crinkling and popping under her leather couch.
"You haven't really been wowing your supervisors," she begins to say, as she stands from her chair. When I turn my head I see she is already, or has always been, in her tiny panties; her black professional jacket, unbuttoned now, showing her lacy black bra. "You have to make waves to get noticed in this business."
"I know..."
"Don't interrupt me slave; see, luckily, I've noticed you." She's close to me now; she brings her face right next to mine and I can't help but be incredibly turned on by this; her lips practically touching mine but she wasn't kissing me. "I've seen your worth;" she starts as she turns around and plants her ass in my face. I'm caught totally off guard and try to throw her off but her weight keeps me trapped. "...under me, if you'll excuse the wordplay, you'll really start to be someone in this company."
PRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
She ended her sentiments with a big wet fart; I felt the runaway juice spray against my nose as I recoiled from the stench of her release.
She laughed, as you'd expect an evil head of a corporation to do, as she grabbed her panties from her crack and pushed them aside. Then she sat down harder with my nose pressed up against her powerful asshole. It was slimy and the remnants of loose movements were apparent.
"I've had a pretty upset stomach today; lick my ass clean."
I thought for a moment about how I just wanted this to be over; how I longed for the moment back at my cubicle or to be home, eating a bowl of cereal and jerking off to thoughts about supervisor. I should quit once I get out of here; if I get out of here. No, she'd have to let me go eventually...right?
"I said, lick my ass slave!"
I repositioned to begin licking my bosses' ass but the taste of shit was more than I was able to handle; I gagged on it, then threw up as Ms. Sandra jumped off me and gave me a look of pure hatred and anger.
"What the fuck was that?! You can't eat your bosses ass; you gag on a little shit?! You're pathetic!"
I looked at her and channeled a moment of strength; "You can't do this to me! I quit."
I expected her face to turn to fear and concern; but instead she laughed.
"Really? You're going to risk it; there's no jobs out there. You're lucky to be employed right now so why don't you..."
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