By: RobManRobMan
At first it was just a small, innocent crush. She couldn't help but enjoy the your company, her attractive and obedient personal assistant.
But then it became more...
First it was treating you to fancy meals, supposedly to get a couples discount. Then it was sharing a hotel bed on a long business trip.
Soon enough, she couldn't deny it, her crush was no longer small... and definitely not innocent.
She knew you felt the same, even if you were too much of a dummy to realise things were mutual.
But soon she ended the ambiguity with a hot, steamy kiss after hours in her locked office. The only thing she had left to deal with was her fetish...
It was a suprise to you at first. Your dominant, powerful boss and now partner admitting she liked to fart. You hadn't realised someone could be turned on by farting around someone else.
She explained she liked the dominance of it. The power of subjecting someone to something so gross and having them submit to it. But she assured you that it wasn't an ultimatum, you had every right to refuse indulging it and things would be fine if you weren't comfortable trying it.
However, you had always been eager to please her as her personal assistant, and that hadn't changed now that you're her partner as well...
Bbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrpppppppptttttttt
"Sniff it," she whispered against your neck between kisses, her lips wet with lust. She sat on her desk with a leg either side of you, her arms pulling you in tight.
The air in her office was thick and heavy with gas. She was a powerful woman and her gas matched her reputation.
She moved from your neck to your lips, her tongue giving the smallest lick before...
Uuuurrrrppppp
She gurgled a burp against your lips, blowing against your face just after to ensure you received ever bit of her gift.
She kissed again. Locking you in against her lips. The frustration and tension of a hard day erupting in passion.
Sssssssssshhhhhhuuuuuurrrrrrfffffffttttttttttt
She moaned deeply against your lips. Her teeth then biting your lower lip and pulling just slightly before letting it snap back, before greedily going in for more kisses.
She pulled back to catch her breath, her grip on your still plenty tight. Her breathing was fast and lusty, rumbling pants of pleasure from her lips.
She stroked her hands around your back, enjoying your closeness to her.
"This office smells awful," she chuckled softly. "I knew what you were doing when you bought me my lunch day. So naughty. But I appreciate the forward thinking, I did need a night of fun after the week I've been having."
Oooooouuuuuuurrrrrrrrppppppp
She belched loudly. Instead of the sultry burps she usually allowed to bubble up, this was an accidental belch. A deep and obnoxiously loud roar.
"Excuse me," she chuckled. "How unladylike of me," she smirked.
You leaned in and kissed her giggling lips. She tensed herself for a second and pushed...
Gggggggggrrrrraaaaaaauuuuufffffttttttt
"Only the best gas for my favourite employee," she whispered, continuing to kiss you.
Fffffffffuuuuuuuaaaarrrrrpppppttttttt
She loved every second of these moments with you, ever gassy second. Welcome to your life...