As I entered the opulent study, I couldn't help but notice the faint aroma of something...off. My employer, Mr. Harris, was lounging in his leather chair, dressed impeccably as always. He looked up from his newspaper and gave me a warm smile.
"Ah, Emily. Just the person I needed." His eyes twinkled with mischief. "I have an assignment for you."
I tried not to let my curiosity show, maintaining my professional demeanor. "Of course, sir. What would you like me to do?"
He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "You see, I've been indulging in a rather...unique hobby recently. And it involves my ass producing some rather...pungent substances." He chuckled softly.
My face flushed crimson as I struggled to keep up the charade of nonchalance. "I see, sir. And what exactly do you need me to do about it?"
He stood up slowly, revealing his tailored suit pants tented around his backside. "I need you to suck the farts out of my ass when I tell you to."
My jaw dropped in shock. This was the first time I had heard anything like this from him. "Excuse me, sir?"
"Don't play coy with me, Emily," he said, amusement dancing in his eyes. "You know exactly what I'm asking."
I swallowed hard, my heart racing. I had never questioned my loyalty to Mr. Harris, but this was certainly pushing boundaries. "And if I'm not comfortable with that, sir?"
He walked over to me, his gaze never leaving mine. "Then I'm afraid you'll have to find another position," he said quietly, but with an edge of steel in his voice.
I felt a knot forming in my stomach. I knew he was serious. I couldn't leave him, not after all these years. "I...understand, sir," I managed to squeak out.
He gave me a small nod of approval. "Good girl. Now, come here and get to work."
Feeling like I was in a surreal dream, I approached him slowly. He unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants, revealing his pale, puckered ass in all its glory. A sudden wave of nausea washed over me, but I forced myself to focus on his words: 'when I tell you to'.
Slowly, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the soft, yielding skin of his ass. The smell was overpowering, but I tried to ignore it as I began to blow gently, hoping to dispel the odor. It was a strange, intimate act, but I had no choice but to continue.
My cheeks flushed hotter with each passing moment. I couldn't believe I was doing this for my employer. But he had given me no other choice.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he released a loud, satisfying fart into my mouth. I swallowed reflexively, trying not to gag on the acrid taste. He pulled up his pants and turned back to his desk, dismissing me with a wave of his hand.
As I left the study, I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of shame and arousal coursing through my veins. This was new territory for me, and I wasn't sure how to process it all. But one thing was certain: my loyalty to Mr. Harris had been tested, and I had passed. Or at least, that's what I told myself as I hurried to the bathroom to rinse out my mouth.
