Some Bad Okra - Slave Fart

Some Bad Okra
by Slave Fart

I have my own office, but sometimes at work we sit in what we call the bullpen. Here, people work together on projects and we type or do research or whatever needs to get done usually gets done in the bullpen. Names are changed.

There's a beautiful young woman where I work named Brittiney. She's a strong, black woman with great breasts and a fantastic, giant ass. Her butt inspired a story I'd written before, even. It's a thing of beauty to watch Her around the office, too. She knows Her ass is coveted by many men and who wouldn't want to suck on Her tight asshole with their faces between those giant butt cheeks.

Full disclosure that I did in fact fool around with Brittiney once, and yes, I tasted Her anus and stuck my tongue up Her asshole. We didn't have sex, but I got a killer blowjob, BUT I never told Her about my life as a toilet or my fart fetish. We never discussed a relationship beyond the one time I brought it up because discussing something like that is really terrible for Her career and it's part of the reason we only did it once since She didn't want to get branded as "that kind of girl".

Well we were sitting in the bullpen and it was just us two, since we sometimes get into work really early. I do because it's the best time to write and Her because She's constantly at the office and doesn't have Her own office. I took the seat directly next to Her because we are still good friends and cordial.

And that's where we begin.

I've put in two stories, one real and one embellished. Hope you enjoy.

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This is the embellished version:

*Her stomach grumbles very loud*

"Sheesh, you got a license for that."

"No, honestly, 100% truthful... I have terrible gas right now."

"Oh man. Sorry to hear."

"Yeah, I had fried okra last night, haven't had it in forever... But... I'm just going to be real with you. It's terrible."

"Hahaha. Oh my god! Can't believe you told me that!"

"I can't! I have to tell you! Hahaha. It hurts though. I haven't farted here yet, and I don't want this place stinking. Seriously, look me in the eyes, look me in the eyes."

My gaze met hers and she said, "My farts are horrific. They are the WORST farts I've ever had."

We both cracked up and started to get into work.

A few minutes passed and she bent over and had Her hands on Her stomach.

"Ok," She started, "I have to fart. I'm sorry, I can't fucking hold this in. I just feel like you're going to have to deal with it. Right? I can't be expected to work like this! Are you ok with smelling my farts?"

I said nothing, thinking it was all a joke because She was cracking up the entire time. Nobody could think that She was for real. She sighed, and with that I heard a soft, muffled PRRRFFFFT into Her chair. About 20 seconds pass and then.... WHAM!

"Holy, shiiiit! Brittiney! That is fucking HORRIBLE!!!"

"How fucking dare you! I shouldn't have to worry about farting at work and being judged for it! That's fartcist!"

"What the fu-"

She slapped me before i could even finish, and when i looked up at Her eyes, She was FURIOUS!!!

"No! It's not fucking ok! No! I am a proud black woman and I should be allowed to fart whenever and wherever I damn well please! This is outrageous that you would dare try and tell Me that My farts smell bad! This is oppression at it's finest!"

"How am i oppressing You? All i said was Your farts smell horrible. i just don't want to smell Your farts, is all..."

She punched me in the stomach, which was 100 times more offensive and wrong than me saying i don't want to smell Her farts. She then kicked me in the balls as i fell to my knees. She took my face in Her hands and raised my face upwards.

"Y'know? I've been thinking about this all wrong. you shouldn't just have to be in the room with My farts, no. you should have to CONSUME My farts, or you're being racist AND fartcist."

i couldn't wrap my head around it, but She started pulling Her pants down and pointed Her ass right at my face, spreading Her butt cheeks apart.

"But... But... I'm not o--"

i wanted to say, "oppressing You", but Her asshole covered my mouth!!! i was not connected at the other end of Her digestive tract with my mouth!!!

"There, now you can't say anything offensive... Speaking of offensive, the smell of this fart's going to be REAL offensive!"

She blasted another burner right into my mouth and down my throat, BARRRUUUUUMMFFFF!

"Oh! I might never eat okra again... But if I do, I know where I can deposit My nasty farts! Hahaha! I don't smell a thing! Keep eating My farts, boy!"

She farted a soft psssssttt, which tasted just as foul as the first fart. This time, something leaked out with it, but it was a solid turd, just some liquid excrement.

"I know I should be able to fart in here. you wouldn't be in that position if you knew how to keep your mouth shut. Then again, I prefer your mouth open so I can do THIS!"

It was a very hard and loud fart that filled my mouth up and i couldn't help but cough.

"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!? ARE YOU SPITTING UP MY FARTS BECAUSE I'M BLACK?! IS THAT IT?! IF I WAS WHITE YOU'D PROBABLY GOBBLE THEM UP, HUH?!"

"Brittiney, it has nothing to do with that! Your farts are just fucking horrible. They're really bad, You said so Yourself..."

"I don't fucking care what I said! Now BEG Me to fart in your mouth, BEG Me to unleash My gas so you can consume it!"

i had no idea what the hell was going on, but... But i obeyed like the pathetic loser i am, "Puh- Pl- Please! Please Brittiney! Please fart the rest of Your disgusting okra farts in my mouth!"

i was crying and then She put Her foot to face and kicked me to the ground.

"Open real wide, fucker. I'm about to get rid of this nasty okra gas once and for all..."

i knew what was about to happen, and all i could do was cry and open my mouth.

She squatted very slowly over my face and brought Her anus to my eyeline... She farted so loud on my face that i could feel the heat from Her fart envelop me in a cage of stink.

"Open that mouth up, boy. This is about to come to an end. Go ahead. Get ready."

She maneuvered Her asshole back over my mouth and She unloaded another fart, but this one was more sinister. Her fart spun around in my mouth and was so dense it never escaped my upturned mouth.

i kept my eyes open while Her anus pushed and pulsed. i never stopped looking at Her asshole except once when i looked up Her back... She was looking over Her shoulder with a smile and then looked forward again.

"I feel sorry for you..."

And then a creamy batch of the most foul smelling dump filled my mouth. It was a mouthful of a pile that erupted with a fart, another rancid okra fart, and She kept Her ass pointed at my mouth.

"Eat it. Eat my shit, slave."

Tears were streaming from my eyes. i couldn't believe it.

"Yes, cry. Cry because you know you're my toilet."

She farted another bomb, FFFFRRRRTTFFFTFTF, spraying shit all over my face. my face looked like a Jackson Pollack painting, except instead of colors of paint i was speckled with Her brown, nasty smelling shit.

She unloaded a turd, then another, then another. When She completed, it was six two inch long turds in my mouth and on my face. i picked them up and chewed them.

"I'm finished. Go wash your face and come back pronto. I need My asshole licked clean."

i obeyed and lapped at Her ass, cleaning the shitty asshole that just fed me my nightmare meal.

"Ok. Now, can you please be professional? I know you've had a shitty start to the day, but look, I'm not farting anymore! I feel great!"

i didn't say anything as i went back to work...

"Oh hey, I'm inviting you to my place tomorrow morning... I'm thinking about trying that gallon challenge with milk tonight, but I'm lactose intolerant, so I'm planning on getting it all out with you around again. you served me very well, so what do you say? Remember, if you don't agree to be My personal toilet for the rest of your life you'll be branded a racist."

Well... i don't want to be racist, right?

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This is the 100% true version:

*Her stomach grumbles very loud*

"Sheesh, you got a license for that."

"No, honestly, 100% truthful... I have terrible gas right now."

"Oh man. Sorry to hear."

"Yeah, I had fried okra last night, haven't had it in forever... But... I'm just going to be real with you. It's terrible."

"Hahaha. Oh my god! Can't believe you told me that!"

"I can't! I have to tell you! Hahaha. It hurts though. I haven't farted here yet, and I don't want this place stinking. Seriously, look me in the eyes, look me in the eyes."

My gaze met hers and she said, "My farts are horrific. They are the WORST farts I've ever had."

We both cracked up and started to get into work.

A few minutes passed and she bent over and had Her hands on Her stomach.

"Holy, shiiiit! Brittiney! That is fucking HORRIBLE!!!"

She laughed really hard, "I know! I know! I told you, though! I have to let it out. It's bad!"

Now keep in mind she doesn't know I have a fart fetish, let alone want to eat Her shit. She thinks I'm hating this!

"Jesus, Brit, you might need to wipe!"

Her laugh brought forth a wicked boner, so I knew standing up was not an option. I heard a louder fart come from Her ass this time! BRRRPPPTTPTPTPT!

She bent forward and another ripper was let forth, this time She didn't let it go in the chair and the stench was even worse in the bullpen!

At this point she got up and asked me jokingly, "Hey check out my pants, here. Any stains?!"

When I turned my head, it was a hard fart that sounded almost like it came too easy and the smell of Her fart rushed into my face. POOOOPOPOPPOOP

"OH MY GOD! I DIDN'T MEAN TO FART! hahahahah! God! This smells so bad!"

"Jesus.. That's terrible! Go grab a coffee to make yourself shit and knock that out! I can't smell anymore of those!"

She cracked up and then I started trying to think of a way to get my face near Her butt.

I had my bag on the side next to Her and leaned over, putting my face as close to Her ass as it could get.

She leaned over and I was staring right at Her big, fat butt. With my face about 8 inches away, She farted a loud PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRT. It was a short burst, but it hit my face and I pretended it didn't. The smell was rancid, like a really bad dairy fart. She was turning back around i leaned up quickly. She didn't notice i just smelled Her fart.

We sat there working and Her farting for about 5 more minutes. Her farts smelled the exact same every single time and then eventually She got up to take a shit. When She came back, Her fart smell was no longer lingering in the air and She let no more gas out.

Honestly, just one of the more unreal moments in my life where all you think about is a chance to smell this person's farts and then out of nowhere there is some insane luck.