Fart Fetish With The Submissive Office Idiot

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I just got off with this fart fetish loser who was lusting for my Jewish ass. I ended up plucking a couple hundred dollars out of this fetish addict. I feel so much lighter after lighting this bitch up with my ass over the phone.

We work together in an office. You are bossy, bratty, spoiled, bitchy, and beautiful – an alpha-female. You are my boss, and I’m secretly in love with you.

Earlier this morning, you have decided to fire me with no explanation, for no reason other than you felt like it – it gives you a rush to have that power, and you never deny yourself anything that gives you pleasure, even though it ruins my life in this case.

At the end of the day, everyone has gone home except for the two of us. I come to your office and confess being in love with you. You make of fun of me, telling me that it’s been obvious with the way I follow you around like a little puppy dog, doing whatever you tell me, even when it’s not work-related. In desperation, I humilate myself further by offering to pay you money to let me kiss and lick your ass, and even eat everything that comes out of it when you’re body is relaxed.

You of course make fun of me for being so pathetic, but you also like this idea because you get everything and I give up everything. You reach into my pants, cupping my balls with your hand, and you tell me that you’ll accept my offer on three conditions: 1.) I sign a contract that I will give you a certain amount of money, regularly and for the rest of our lives, 2.) I am to beg for permission first every single time, and 3.) I am to thoroughly clean out your butt, inside and out, with my tongue. You are the Princess and I am going to pay to eat out your royal ass, even though you fired me for no reason.

In heated desperation, I sign whatever you put in front of me, without even reading it. You then tell me to sign a blank check and give it to you, which I do. I then strip naked and get on all fours at your feet to beg for permission to eat your butt. You tease me, saying things like “Do you want to eat that butt?” “Do you wanna’ get that butt?” “Come get that butt!”, like I’m your eager little puppy. I keep begging, until you finally put your bare butt in my face.

As I eat your puckered asshole and taste how delicious it is, I ask you to please fart in my mouth. Laughing, you tell me it will cost $20 per fart. I pull a wad of money out of pocket and peel off a $20-bill. Exasperated, you take the whole wad of money out of my hand and agree to feed me a violent torrent of your royal gas. I spend the night eating farts out of the asshole of the bitchy girl who fired me for no reason. As it should be.

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