THE OFFICE ASSISTANT
Author: Closet Fetishist
Story Codes: nosex Fdom Msub ds flatu fart
"YOU'RE FIRED, JOHN! Now get out of my office, pack
up, and get the hell out!" The door slammed on me as I
walked out of Mr. Bogards office. God he was such an
asshole! I fumed angrily to my tiny cubicle. Grabbed
anything I could from the desk, mine or not, and
walked out. I was so fucking done with his shit! But
then again, this had been my 4th job this month I had
been fired from. Maybe the problem was me not him, or
any of my other bosses, maybe the problem was me. I
guess I am kind of a lazy guy and I just do enough but
apparently that just doesn't cut it these days. People
want the extra mile these days.
I walked out of the office and onto the street. I
traveled the same street I had all this month looking
in the windows of the tall business buildings for Help
Wanted signs. After a long sea of nothing I had
finally found one that looked very promising. There
was never a job opening listed before at this building
and that made me very excited. Perhaps here I would
not be fired so easily. But I was getting ahead of
myself, I wasn't even hired yet. I walked in, headed
up to the 8th floor and inquired about the job
opening. Within 10 minutes I was walking in the boss's
office for a job interview. I stood near the door
waiting to be told to sit, that always impressed the
bosses. I glanced over at the desk and noticed the
name plate. It read Ms. Janet Myers. The boss was an
incredibly attractive woman who wore a tight business
shirt and semi-long skirt. I tried to look discretely
at her but I probably failed.
"Sit down, Mr...uh..."
"Peters. John Peters." I shook her extended hand.
"Yes, Mr. Peters. So why do you want a job here?"
"Well to be perfectly honest, I had lost so many jobs
and since I saw this place had an opening I thought I
would try my luck."
"I see. So you don't even know what this job actually
is do you?"
"No, I'm afraid not." Instead of her face frowning,
as I had expected, she smiled wide upon hearing this.
"I see. We'll the job is office assistant. As office
assistant you will do whatever is requested of you by
any of the employees of this office."
"Fantastic, sounds like the perfect job for me, I
could really make a home here. Incidentally, though,
what's the pay like?"
"Oh just about a 6 figure sum monthly." I coughed
brashly.
"6 figures?! Are you serious?!"
"Absolutely."
"Wait, is this some illegal operation going down here?"
"No, not at all. This is just a well off publishing
company in need of an office assistant. So what do you
say? Do you want the job?"
Without thinking I said, "Yes. Yes definitely!"
"Great, you start immediately with a job for me." I
was shocked that in a matter of minutes I went from
unemployed to earning 6 figures a month...but then, I
was even more surprised when my new boss rose up from
her chair and removed her skirt. She walked to me
pulled me out of the chair and forced me to my knees.
I looked up at her in fear and confusion just as she
placed her sizable ass right upon my face. "You see
John, it can be very stressful day to day and
sometimes you just gotta release that stress on a poor
helpless soul. You release your tensions out on him
and you feel better, you know?" In all honesty, I had
no idea. I was too busy wondering why the hell my new
boss was sitting on my face. The boss wiggled around a
bit, assumingly to get comfortable, and then without
any warning at all she farted right from her panty
covered ass into my naked face. The smell hit almost
immediately and I was soon choking for dear life as
she grasped my head and held my ass to her face,
forcing me to endure her horrible gas. After a few
seconds, that seemed to pass like hours, she released
my head and I fell to the floor.
"There now. Much better don't you think John?" I
didn't know what to think. I was dazed and confused
and still choking from having to sniff her horrible
emissions. "Well, I feel better anyways." I tried to
shake off the dizziness and walked to the exit door on
her office. "Oh John?" I stopped but did not turn
around or respond. "I forgot, here is the key to your
office. I hope you enjoy it." She threw the key to me,
well at me, and I failed to catch it. I reached down,
picked it up and walked out. I thought about walking
out of here and never coming back. Whatever the hell
that was in there was horrible and wrong and no doubt
if I hung around I would have to do it again. I walked
to the elevator and pushed the button. The elevator
slowly came up and in the interim I looked around the
office. It was quite surprising to me that there were
no men in the office, only women but I didn't think
much of it, I was leaving here permanently anyway.
When the elevator finally arrived I noticed two
figures stood close behind me. The door opened I was
pulled back and onto the floor.
"Where do you think you are going?"
"Uh...I'm leaving, this job isn't for me."
"No, I'm afraid that won't be happening."
"What? You can't keep me here." The pair of lovely
women laughed, lifted me up like nothing and pushed me
into a darkened room with no windows. The door shut
behind me and all light was gone. I quickly began to
panic. I was not a fan of the dark and I stumbled
around for a switch. I finally felt something like it
and flipped it and the room filled with a very, very
dark lighting. My eyes soon adjusted to the light and
I saw the room was completely barren. It was a
carpeted floor with nothing else but blank, white
walls. I guessed this was my office.
I paced the floor for hours wondering what was next
and, for some foolish reason, wondering if I was still
getting my 6 figures. What can I say, I wanted that
money. I also tried to figure out what was happening
here and what of the event in the boss's office. The
pictures came back to my head all too vividly. Her
panty covered ass coming closer and closer to my face
and then the farts she released. I shook off the
feeling and tried to clear my mind. I decided I would
try to rest a while and think about it more later. I
lied down on the floor in the corner and soon fell
asleep.
I woke up a few hours later. It was 1:30 p.m. and I
was starving. Then I noticed a small container near
the door and a fork. It was a bit of Chinese food,
some noodles and rice thrown together in a to-go
container. I gobbled everything except the box and
then sat, waiting for whatever was next. I didn't have
to wait long, the intercom chimed above.
"Attention staff, this is Ms. Myers speaking, I hope
you all had a nice lunch. I would like to take this
moment to mention that our new office slave...err...I
mean assistant Mr. Peters is here and ready to help in
any way possible. So far he has done a very good job
with an assignment from me so don't be afraid to use
him whenever you need him. He is here for you. Thank
you."
The fear built up inside me, who knows what I would
have to do for these workers. I recoiled to the
farthest corner of the room when I heard the lock
being opened. Things went in slow motion as I heard as
loud as my own heart the mechanisms in the lock
clicking into their proper positions. The door opened
and bright white light filled the room. The door
quickly shut and the light was gone and now I was
temporarily blinded. I heard sounds of movement but
saw nothing. Before I could recover from the lighting
change, I felt my head being lifted and then pressed
against a soft fleshy surface. I had finally recovered
and I finally saw my terrible position. I was being
held against a tight, jeans covered ass. Before I
could make sense of any of it a fart ran through. The
force of it was so strong the air could be felt as it
passed from ass to my face. My body fought and I tried
to move my head away but the hands behind my head held
my face there, forcing me to take in these horrible
emissions. A few seconds later, I dropped to the
ground choking and sputtering. I was so busy with that
I failed to see that my tormentor had not left yet and
now was bare assed!
"Noooo! No please!" I managed to choke out. "Have
mercy!" Laughter could be heard as the ass descended
closer and closer to my face. She was no sitting on my
face, my nose deep within her crack. I fought
underneath her but she did not move an inch. Then, she
pushed down on my chest forcing me to expel all my air
and then she blew a nasty blow that must have lasted
at least 5 seconds. She sighed in complete relief as I
struggled for breath under her. I fought harder and
harder to get away from the stench but it was no use.
She sat for 5 minutes more as the gas hovered in the
tiny space between her ass and my nose and then she
finally rose up, put her clothes back on and left the
room without looking back once. I coughed and nearly
threw up on the floor. The door opened behind me and I
looked back to see another woman coming in and she was
carrying a stool with her. She had long and sexy legs
and, when she reached the center of the room, she
gestured me over, sensually, with her finger. I did
not move. Her pleasant face suddenly turned to anger
as she rushed over to me and kicked me in the face.
She returned to where she was standing previously and
gestured for me to come, this time angrily. I crawled
over, weak and weary. She positioned me onto my back
and then placed the stool over and around my chest.
The chair just barely fit around me. She then sat on
the stool and removed her shoes, she had no socks on.
She stuck her naked foot in front of my mouth and I
caught whiff of an awful smell. I stared at the foot
and then up at her face and watched as her face
quickly turned impatient.
"Well?" She asked. I didn't know what to say or do.
Before I could respond she kicked up her feet and
landed them hard on my chest, knocking the wind out of
me. I gasped for breath. "Well? Get lickin'!" Ugh, I
thought to myself. Did she say lick her feet? What the
hell was wrong with these women? I closed my eyes and
stuck my tongue out to lick the foot outstretched in
front of me.
This went on for another 2 hours. I had dealt with 2
more foot tormentors and 5 general abusers (yelling,
hitting, whipping, kicking, etc.). It was all awful
but I was so glad to be away from farts. It was about
5 p.m. and no one had been in for a while. I was
guessing I would be off the hook for today. I didn't
know what to expect when it came to when this office
closed. Would I be allowed to go home? I guessed
not...who would come back? Would they chase me if I
didn't come back? The questions spun through my head
so much so that I did not noticed someone come into my
room. She did not talk; she stood about 10 feet away
from me. She just stared at me, no real expression on
her face. I did not talk either, I stared right back
at her. I watched as she slowly proceeded to 5 feet
away from me and then stopped. The suspense was
killing me but, fear was also in my mind. What was she
going to do, I questioned myself. This went on for
another 10 minutes. I took my eyes off her face to
examine her clothing. She wore a tight latex, full
body suit, so tight it appeared as if it was air
tight. Suddenly, I watched her face scrunch up and
then relax, BRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP! She had farted, but
she was far away that I did not smell a thing.
PBBBBBBBTTTTT! Another fart. I had wondered what the
heck she was doing here if she wasn't going to torture
me. 3 more small farts exploded from her and I was
thanking God I was not near her ass when those went
off. She stood there, farting at intervals for what
seemed like a long while. Then as she turned around I
caught sight of something hideous. A huge bubble had
collected around her ass. The suit was airtight and
all those farts she had released were now swirling
around in that large pocket. I screamed in terror as
she came towards me, butt first.
"Mr. Peters, I just wanted to you to sink your face
into what I have been brewing up," the woman said,
seductively.
"Oh my god, please no. Please....no!"
"I'm afraid I must insist, Mr. Peters." I watched as
she was less than an inch from my face. She put her
hand on the zipper. Everything went in slow motion.
The sound of the unzipping was deafening in my head
and then, with one swift motion, my head was plunged
into the bubble and pressed hard against her naked ass
as the air escaped from the bubble like a deflating
balloon. The blend of the combined farts was deadly as
I choked and sputtered but she held me tight next to
her ass. In less than 15 seconds, I was out like a
light.
"Good night, Mr. Peters." That was the last thing I
heard.
This went on and on, day after day. I took torture
and that was knocked out by the lady in the tight,
latex body suit. I was never released, I just slept a
fart induced sleep every night and woke up in the
morning to do it all again. Days went by, and then
months. It was a year later, that I actually noticed
something strange happening. When women came in, I
felt feelings of joy and excitement. I could not wait
for them to sit on my face and let out a nice fart on
my face for me to smell. I no longer minded licking
every single toe of these lovely ladies. As my
enjoyment increased, I happen to notice they became
angry but I could not tell why. On one particular day,
no women came to my office to "torture" me. It was
about 4 p.m. when Ms. Myers came in. I was excited to
see her, she would be a new experience because she had
never come to torture me, I only sniffed her wonderful
ass on the day I started and I remember that I had
hated it. Now maybe I would be able to show her how
much I love it.
"So, Mr. Peters. The women tell me you aren't much
fun anymore."
"What do you mean, Mistress?"
"Mistress, huh?" She laughed and I smiled. "Well,
they say that you have been enjoying your torture
lately and that is not what we want. We want our
"office assistant" tortured and suffering." I looked
at her strangely. She smiled as if she understood my
confusion. "I am unfortunately going to have to let
you go."
"But....but...I love it here."
"I'm sure you do but you no longer have a place here."
"Alright." I got up to leave but Ms. Myers quickly
slammed the door shut.
"Nuh-uh, not before you sniff my farts, you don't."
She smiled as she removed her pants and underwear. My
eyes went wide with excitement as she pushed me to my
knees and sat on my face. Then she farted, again and
again and I loved every second of it sniffing and
sniffing her wonderful ass gasses. I had enjoyed them
so much that I had forgotten that I needed oxygen and
after a few minutes without it, I had passed out but
joyfully.
I woke up in a sweat. I found myself in my bed. Was
it all a dream? The morning sun seeped in through the
mini-blinds of my bedroom and I walked in my boxers to
the kitchen. It was 11 a.m. but I didn't care I didn't
have a job. I got fired yesterday. I made a cup of
coffee and then walked to the couch. The mail dropped
to the floor from the slot. I walked over to pick it
up. I flipped through the seemingly endless pile of
junk and bills when I came upon a strange letter. The
return address read: "Myers Publishing." Wasn't there
a "Myers" in my dream? I ignored it and opened the
envelope. I read past the heading and stopped when I
reached the date. 2007?! Wasn't it 2006? I checked the
date on my watch, it read 2007! Oh my god! What
happened to me for a year?! I kept opening the letter
and out fell a small piece of paper. I picked it up.
It was a check for...$4 million! I read the letter:
Mr. Peters,
Here is your 12 month paycheck in the amount of
$3,600,000 and a $400,000 bonus. You did a good job!
If you are looking for someone's farts to sniff,
please come by my office...I'll always have some
waiting for you.
Sincerely,
Janet Myers
CEO, Myers Publishing
I was shocked. For once, I would have a nice, humble
but comfortable life. First, though, I wanted to pay a
visit to a certain office.