The Supervisor's Training Day - Part II
As Britney and Camila brought Jack to his knees once again, they couldn't help but marvel at the power dynamic before them. Jack, the new supervisor, was now completely at their mercy. His once-powerful position now a distant memory as he felt the weight of two curvy women resting on him.
Camila held Jack down, her firm grip on his shoulders letting him know who was in control. Meanwhile, Britney took the lead, straddling Jack's face like it was her personal throne. She leaned forward, her ample breasts pressing against his chest as she farted down his throat with authority.
The smell of her putrid gas filled the room, making Jack's eyes water and his stomach churn. He couldn't believe what was happening to him - just days ago, he was the one giving orders, and now he was forced to take a massive fart to the face.
As Britney finished her turn, she leaned back with a satisfied smirk, her warm breath wafting over Jack's face. Camila moved into position, placing a hand on each of Jack's shoulders as she lowered herself onto his face. She giggled, feeling the pressure of his nose against her pussy as she farted directly into his waiting mouth.
The force of her toxic gas blast sent shivers down Jack's spine, and he struggled to maintain his breath. He couldn't help but feel humiliated as he was used as a human ashtray, but he also couldn't deny the thrill coursing through his veins. This was a side of him he never knew existed, and he was quickly becoming addicted to the powerlessness he felt.
After Camila finished, she too leaned back, her bosom heaving as she caught her breath. It was then that Jack realized what was happening - they were teaching him how to take their farts to the face. This was all part of his training as their subordinate.
"Good boy, Jack," Britney purred, giving him a playful pat on the cheek. "Now it's your turn to clean our asses with your nose."
Without hesitation, Jack leaned forward, his face pressed against Camila's sweaty, hairy crotch. He inhaled deeply, getting a whiff of her musky scent as she began to fart into his mouth. The taste was disgusting, but he forced himself to swallow, determined to please his new mistresses.
As Camila finished, she sat up, revealing Jack's face covered in her sweat and gas. Britney laughed, her stomach jiggling with delight. "See you tomorrow, Jack," she said, winking at him before standing up and walking away.
Alone in the office, Jack lay back on the floor, his mind reeling from what had just happened. He couldn't believe he had just taken two massive farts to the face, but there was something exhilarating about it. He closed his eyes, trying to process his new reality – was he really cut out for this? Only time would tell.
