By: Vharala
A large and impressively indulgent house stood in front of you. It would have been remarkable if not for the equally grandiose homes neighboring it to either side. This street was the lap of luxury, and one you had no business being on if it wasn't for the job that had called you here.
You walked along the path and approached the door with just the slightest amount of hesitation. It was laughable how much you stood out here; not at all like the usual level of discretion that your service provided.
Befitting it's owner, the front door had an internet connected doorbell. You rang it twice, waiting nervously for a few moments before a female voice beckoned you inside. Your heart fluttered with recognition, but that would be merely a sample of what awaited you this evening.
Entering your client's home, you slipped off your shoes and walked into the living room. There she awaited you, the drop dead gorgeous visage of the woman you were charged with for the night.
"Took you long enough to get here." Jennifer. "I don't like to be kept waiting."
As much as you may have expected it, you were still surprised by her direct tone. It was very much the opposite of the soft and kindly public face she wore, but it was a side of her that you were privileged to see. Tall and blonde, she had the body of a supermodel.
"Take a seat." She instructed, gesturing to the couch cushion beside her.
You did as you were told, taking a seat next to her as though nothing was out of the ordinary. You were beginning to sweat with the intensity she was giving off, but that was nothing compared to her. Beads of perspiration were trickling down her neck, staining the pits of her shirt and dampening her chest.
"I've just come back from a run." Jennifer told you, pointedly. "Being the silly girl that I am, I forgot to wear my good shoes. My feet are really sore now. Won't you rub them for me?"
Without waiting for an answer, she draped her legs over you own and deposited her overworked feet into your lap. She hadn't been kidding, the stench coming from her toes was validation enough that she had been working them hard. Even a brief whiff was enough for you to know that your hands would be reeking of that stink for days if you touched her, but that was exactly the sort of dirty job that you were here to do.
You took hold of one of her feet, attending to it with both hands as you slid her worn sock off. The smell only strengthened now that her foot was bare. You reflexively wrinkled your nose, but rather than allow you a moment to prepare, Jennifer simply wiggled her digits and invited you to soothe them.
Gripping her foot firmly, you kneaded her sole and arch with the practiced massaging of your thumbs. The actress cooed in response, urging you on as you worked away the toil from her stinky feet.
"You're not so bad at that. Are you, my little foot slave?" She teased.
While your focus was on one foot, she lifted the other to your face and waved it around. The stench was almost too much to tolerate. Half of you wanted to recoil in disgust, while the other half wanted nothing more than to bury your nose inbetween her toes and sniff up every last whiff of her odor.
"Open your mouth." She ordered, placing the tip of her sock clad big toe onto your tongue. "Use your teeth. Take off my sock."
You clamped down on her cotton covering, feeling the taste of hours of sweat accumulation on your tongue as her foot slipped free with the sock remaining between your lips. You hadn't stopped staring at her this entire time, unsure of what she wanted you to do next.
"Don't give me that look...." She scolded you. "For that, you'll have to lick my feet until I'm satisfied."
Under the terms of your arrangement, you were all hers for the duration of the evening. You had some idea of what to expect, but Jennifer was proving to be more cruel than you had anticipated. Still, you feared what plans she had for you if you refused.
Reluctantly, you stuck out your tongue and ran it along the underside of Jennifer's feet, one after the other. Your sense of taste was in full rebellion as the full extent of her disgustingly moist flavor was absorbed into your tongue. You cleaned her weary soles first, before curling your tongue around her toes.
"Good, very good." She commended, moaning as you licked her feet clean of sweat and grime.
When you weren't licking, she would shove her foot right into your face and make you smell her overworked stink. You could never have imagined that a woman this good looking could smell so bad, but the volumes of evidence were sure to linger with you for a long time to come. This torture went on for some time, but your reprieve came in the form of something even more worrisome.
ggrrggglllleee
The sound came from Jennifer's belly. It was an ominous groan of distress that could only mean one thing. You didn't want to think about it, but your fears were confirmed all too soon.
"Remember when I said that I went for a walk earlier?" Jennifer asked, clutching her stomach in order to suppress a cramp. "I forgot to mention the three course Mexican meal I had before it. All that walking has stirred up my belly something fierce. It won't be long until I blow, and you're the lucky one that gets to suck my farts right up."
This was happening whether you wanted it to or not. Jennifer stood beside the couch and instructed you to lay down. You obeyed without question, as if she was brandishing a whip at you. In truth, the weapon she possessed was far worse, and you were about to get intimately acquainted with it.
At first, Jennifer lowered her jean-clad bottom onto you face. She shifted around trying to find some purchase on you, but when she was still unsatisfied, she opted to pull down her pants and plant her butt down on you again. Only a thin wall of underwear separated you from Jennifer's bare ass now. Her white panties were wet with sweat, and each patch of damp carried even more unique smells that you were forced to sample.
The gurgling of Jennifer's stomach was getting louder. It was like an intestinal countdown to your doom. You didn't dare try to escape. The blonde's butt was pinning you down in any case, and all you could do was wait for her to use you as a human fart vacuum.
"Here it comes!" She warned, her voice strained with the efforts of forcing the flow to her rear.
FFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The concussive fart hit you right in the face. You already stank of the her feet, but now the digested stench of spicy beans and vegetables coated your every pore.
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAARRRRRRBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!
Still reeling from the first fart, a second blast of butt gas shot right up your nose. Any trace of congestion vanished instantly, but rather than the lingering minty smell that usually came with such remedies, all that you had to savor was the sheer awfulness of Jennifer's flatulence.
You started to cough and sputter against her backside, but she didn't let you go so easily. Another fart thumped against you, and this time Jennifer moaned as the warm musk poured out of her butt.
With the availability of oxygen cut off from you, her farts were your only source of air. Your lungs filled with the expulsions from her ass, and soon you were just coughing her farts back up at her.
At last, she climbed off you and stodd to the side to admire her work. You were a mess at this point. Your breath reeked of half digested Mexican food, while your eyes were watering from the overwhelming smell and heat that Jennifer's asshole has unleashed on you. Choking down as much air as possible, you could barely think straight as Jennifer stood over you with her hands planted on her hips.
"Make the most of it, butt slave." She told you. "Remember, I have you for the whole night."