Assistant Sara's Personal Toilet
Sara, the sultry and dominating assistant, sat comfortably on the pristine white toilet seat, her long legs elegantly crossed. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched her pathetic assistant, Jason, kneel before her, mouth agape, eagerly waiting for her to release whatever foul substances she might have consumed that day.
Jason was a wretched figure, his once-proud posture hunched over in submission, his eyes filled with desperation and need. His Butler's uniform was crumpled and stained, a testament to the many times he had been used as nothing more than a human toilet by his cruel mistress.
Sara took her time, savoring the power she held over Jason. She let out a contented sigh as a ripe fart formed in her gut, knowing that soon it would be filling his mouth. With a smirk, she pushed her ass back against him, inviting him to press his face even closer.
Jason could barely contain his excitement, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He knew what was coming and he couldn't wait. As Sara released the putrid gas into his waiting mouth, he closed his eyes and let out a soft moan of pleasure.
"Disgusting," Sara said, her voice dripping with contempt. She couldn't care less about Jason's feelings or well-being. She was simply using him for her own perverse pleasure.
After a few more rounds of mouth farting, Sara stood up, her long, toned legs once again taking center stage. She turned her back on Jason, presenting him with her perfect ass. Without a word, she knew what was expected of him.
Jason moved in closer, his tongue darting out to taste her sweet ass. He lapped up every drop of sweat and perfume that clung to her flesh, savoring the taste of his mistress. As he worked his tongue deeper and deeper into her crevasse, he could feel her muscles tensing beneath his touch.
Finally, she turned around and looked down at him, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Clean me up now," she commanded, her voice cold and detached.
Jason moved in closer, his face inches from her perfect ass. He pressed his lips against her skin, kissing her softly, his tongue tracing the lines of her buttocks. As he licked and kissed, he cleaned her thoroughly, taking care not to miss a single spot.
When he was finished, Sara turned back around and looked down at him again. "That's better," she said, still showing no emotion. She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him up to his feet.
"Now get back to work," she ordered, pushing him towards the door. Jason nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. He knew that for now, he had done his duty, and that was all that mattered to him.
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