The Boss's Smelly Ass
By Kan on Thu Sep 24, 1998
I was standing at the copy machine
late one afternoon waiting for my boss, a tall, dark-haired woman, to
finish up. I watched her thick ass in her tight, short dress and
wondered what it smelled like up there. I always fantasy about stuff
like that, but little did I realize that fantasy would soon become
reality. And in a big, smelly way.
"Ffffffffffrpssssshhhhhh..." I heard her ass say to me from across
the empty office. Then she smiled to herself as the copy machine
blinked and whirred. My mouth fell open. Here was my boss, one of the
most powerful women I'd ever known, a ballbuster of a leader, a total
pro who took no shit from anyone and exuded nothing but
professionalism and stature wherever she went...cutting the cheese
like a mere mortal. Then the fucking smell wafted across the room
where I leaned on the wall, and it hit me like a ton of stinky
bricks, a cheesy, sharp, cutting aroma. I coughed, so she'd know I
was there. But she already knew. "Barrrrrrrrummmmm..." another
roared, this one with a little more heft to it as she slightly spread
her legs to let it escape from the ample ass it was birthed from.
Tracy was a big girl, not fat, but big-boned, solid, with thick,
hard-looking legs and a wide, succulent ass. She always drove me
crazy but now, as a new batch of butt woofahs floated my way, now I
was having my doubts. I said fuck it to using the copy machine and
went back to my desk.
She disappeared into her office moments later. Then my phone rang.
"Paul, get in my office now," Tracy said calmly and hung up. I obeyed
and walked in. The stench inside her spacious office was
eye-watering. She sat behind her big desk, smiling, tapping her belly
with her hands as she motioned for me to shut the door. "Uh...you
wanted to see me?" I said, trying not to look like the smell was
killing me, which it was. "I've been farting all day, can you tell?"
she said, with an evil laugh. "Do you like my fart smell?" I couldn't
believe this. Ordinarily, I'd love to fantasize about just about
anything involving this long-legged, dark-haired woman who looked a
lot like the actress who once played the station manager on
"Frazier." But now, as the smell permeated my being, I was having
second thoughts.
"Uh, no, not really, Tracy," I said. "It really is kinda bad."
"Mistress Tracy," she said, standing up and walking over to me, her
six-foot presence towering over my 5-6. "You'll call me Mistress
Tracy. And I want you to ask me to fart in your face." I looked up at
her, mouth open in shock. "Uh, I really have to finish up," I said,
turning to grab the doorknob, thinking what a great sexual harassment
lawsuit this would make and how I might actually get her job. "No one
will believe you, you know," she said, reading my mind. "So just stay
and take it like a man, you worm!" Her dress shoe connected with my
nuts from behind in a vicious kick up between my legs. I hit my knees
in a blinding white pain and then felt Tracy's strong calves encircle
my neck in a standing scissors. I was looking down at her feet as her
bulbous lower legs muscled up alongside my neck, cutting off the
blood to my brain. "Nighty-night," she hissed, crossing her feet to
put on a life-threatening squeeze. I passed out.
When I awoke, I was lying face up on her big desk and looking
right into the thickest ass I'd ever seen. Tracy was straddling my
face, her thighs embracing my ears, her hands spreading her huge rump
to flash her hairy, greasy asshole at me. Her tight dress was hiked
up over her lush hips. "Put your nose in my asshole and ask me to
fart," she growled, rotating each cheek in her hand. "Do it." I
couldn't, so she snap locked her insanely long legs on my head and
crushed me blue. I thought my head was pinned under a truck wheel,
the pain was that sudden and intense. I screamed for mercy and
uttered the words she longed to hear. "...M...mistress
Tracy...please....fart...on my...face..." I stammered. "And up my
nose...say it, Mistress Tracy, put your asshole on my nose and blast
a stinky into my brain!!!" she roared. I obeyed, saying words I'd
never thought in a million years I'd ever say. But I did. She sighed
and settled back, her hirsute buttring devouring my nose as I felt
the smooth muscles of her shitter walls chew it deep inside. Then the
world ended in the form of a 20-second barrage of buttgun fire, a
staccato burst of pure methane th at drilled itself past my nose,
past my brain and deep into my soul, embedding my psyche with a stink
I'd never shed.
"YESSSSSSSS!!!" Tracy hissed, rolling her creamy asshalves on my
face, engulfing my nose deeper into her wide-open shitchute as a new
rolling wave of rump music roared into my skull. The stench was
overwhelming but then I hit the wall where it didn't bother me so
much anymore. The pain was never ending, however, the thick clamp of
Tracy's insanely muffocating asshole, the tickle of her abundance
rectal hair tickling me into a constant sensation of wanting to
sneeze. For 10 minutes, maybe longer, she pummelled me with her meaty
rump emissions until I was nearly unconscious.
Then the impossible happened. She pulled my cock out of my pants
and stroked me to stiffness. I couldn't fucking believe it, my face
was being scorched with the smelliest farts since the dinosaurs
quaffed up prehistoric butt thunder from eating all that primordial
vegetation, and I was hard as a fucking rock. Tracy laughed, or so it
sounded. I couldn't hear too well with thighs in my ears. "Cum for
Mistress Tracy, you low life puke, I'll give you an orgasm," she
said, jacking my cock faster and faster, doing it exactly the way it
felt best, like she'd been watching me all those times in my
apartment jacking myself off thinking of fucking her. "I want to see
a big goopy load of nut-sauce explode all over my hand!" She didn't
wait long. As her asshole bellowed in and out with a constant flow of
fearful flatulence that pasted itself like glue to my moaning face,
my balls twitched and my cockhead erupted into a geyser of pure
man-chowder, a thick torrent of joy juice cutting the air and hitting
her pumping hand with a resounding SPLAT!!!
Tracy moaned loudly and actually came as she jerked me and
continued to lace my face with her never-ending butt bombs. When she
finished, she brought her cummy hand back to her ass, spreading her
cheeks with her other hand. I screamed. The vibrations in her hairy
twat made her come again. She thanked me. "Eat up," she hissed. She
wiped my cum all over her fetid asshole as she leaned forward a bit
to give herself some room. Then she settled back again, my nose
impossibly going deeper still into her spongy assring, so deep I
figured I'd be smelling her breath if she kept pushing me inside.
Then the farts came again, this time sprays of come driven by
bowel-busting blasts of intestinal air, the tang of spew rippling my
nose flesh that was already tenderized from the last half hour of
rippling rump riffs. I twitched uncontrollably and thought I was in
the throes of death.
When she let go and my lungs sucked in huge gulps of un-assified
air, I thought it was the sweetest smell in the room, no matter the
whole place was tainted by her constant ass gas for so long the
fucking wallpaper would keep the stink on the walls for years to
come. I gagged and wiped my face with weak hands, succeeding only in
smearing the fart-imbued come all over myself. Tracy straightened her
dress out and laughed, rolling me off her desk and giving me a minute
to straighten up. "Go make me 300 copies of this," she said, handing
me a letter. "It' s a memo to everyone about the Clean Air Act and
how we have to do our part to keep things fresh smelling around
here!" She laughed and I slunk away....
Total Gym Workout
By No Name on Sat Sep 26, 1998
Yea I know the usual, geek, wimp,
nerd. Well no more I'm headed to the gym and bulk up. I keep telling
myself this as I enter the door. Three seconds in the places and
snickers start to come. "May I help you."the lady at the front desk
said. "Yea I'm here to join. I'm Sherman." "Join and what workout HA.
This is a gym not a miracle shop." "Who the hell are you to judge,
BITCH!"uh oh, my mouth got in trouble again. "Bitch. The name is
Jan."she said stepping behind the desk. "Look at these babies."she
said flexing her enormous biceps in my face.
"My legs are pretty damned hard too." She kicked me right in the
balls. I fell to my knees and then she said. "Kiss my legs,
punk."
I had no choice and kissed her legs. She walked up and squeezed my
skull without mercy. "These are real muscles."she said.
"Maybe that'll teach ya. But it did tell me that you got guts so you
can join."she said as she spread her legs apart. My head made this
suction sound and I feel face first. "Thanks alot."I said gagging.
"What not enough pain?"she says as she slammed her hand on the back
of my neck. She followed with a painful bodyscissors.
I tugged and pulled at her but it was pretty fucking useless. I felt
my ribs bend under her pressure. My breath was lost. I tapped and
banged on the floor for her to stop. She did this anaconda like
scissors grip. She would squeeze half strength then let go she would
squeeze full and let go. I crawled my way to the gym. "I'll get that
bitch back if its the last thing I do."I mumbled. She came in the
gym. "What are you looking at?!" she said. After a day of laughter I
went home. Through the town I saw a gag store. "Boom-boom pills?"I
said with a devilish smile. The next day I walked through the door
and the woman taunted me with a biceps flex.
I smiled at her and walked through the door. She walked in the gym
later to start her workout. She took to swallows of her protein drink
and worked out like a madman. When she had her back turned I must've
slipped over half a bottle of boom-boom pills in her drink. After her
sweaty workout she guzzled the whole bottle down. It dawned on me.
Her protein drink mixed with those boom-boom pills would had
astronomical effects or should I say GAStronomical effects. She bent
down and worked on her triceps and
Brrppppttt..plup...plup..plup..BRAPPPPTTTTTTT.
Every head must've turned when she did that. I laughed my ass off as
she farted hers. When she finished she pulled a flex and her muscles
looked chiselled I was almost attracted to her until....BRAPPP
She went in the locker room and in five minutes the whole locker was
clear. She walked out and went to another room. I had to see this. I
moved through the crowd and saw another muscle broad squaring off
against her. "Remember the deal?"she said to her opponent. She
closedlined her and Jan went for a standing head scissors.m
Jan fell down and choked her some more.
Her opponent escaped that and she put Jan in a standing headscissors.
She lifted Jan and was about to powerbomb her then Jan farted in her
face. "YOU BITCH!"
She slammed Jan flat on her face. She jumped on Jan and pulled her in
a Boston crab.
"YOU FARTED IN MY FACE!!"she screamed. She twisted Jan and choked her
with her legs.
"I give. I give!"Jan screamed her submission.
"Maybe that'll teach you too, you gassy bitch!"she said to Jan's
humiliated face.
I walked up to Jan laughing too hard. I could barely get the words
out. "Stop laughing CHUMP!"Jan screamed. "You know the reasons why
you've been farting is because I slipped some pills in your drink."I
said laughing. "You jerk! You did this to me! I lost 1,000 dollars
from that match!"Jan said to me.
She grabbed me and I was up in the air seven feet. While up in the
air she farted, then she smiled. "You caused it, you deal with
it."
She had me tripped in her gas cannon and locked in her thighs. I was
stuck goo. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. "I feel like 3 tons
with this gas." She shoved my face in her crotch and held he there
with her muscles worked up. "UUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHH!!" She
strained and grunted and produced a sonic boom of a fart and it
seemed to go on forever.
By the time she finished farting she was exhausted. That fart took
alot out of her. It took alot out of me. "I'm not done yet wimp. As
soon as I rested."Jan threatened. I would moved but I'm to
groggy.
As I thought started out to be bad turned out to be worst as Jan's
muscular ass descended upon my beaten face. "Little twerp, you're
getting exactly what you deserve. Giving me pills to fart?!! And
making me lose the math. Your lucky to be alive."She said as her
sphincter cannon kept on firing gas rounds at point blank range.
I can't believe that damn fiber drink and boom-boom pills made the
perfect gas chamber. And this gassy Amazon is too pissed to ease up
on me. She maneuvered her self and picked me up by the throat. She
slammed me against the wall. I was too stunned to realize I was
staggering towards her. I lost balance and feel in her pecs. She
grabbed her wrists and shoved me in deeper. Then she flexed her
biceps and ground my skull.
I was suffering from lack of air. She let go and I dropped to my
knees. Her legs quickly latched on to my skull. She crushed and she
farted on the back of my head. The vibrations on the back of my head
with the squeezing gave me a headache like you wouldn't believe.
I was to relieved but not long enough though. A kick to the ribs sent
me flying into the wall. My eyes came to focus and once again Jan's
ass descended onto my beaten face.
"That match almost cost me my pride in my strength."she said as she
flexed and farted at the same time. She looked proudly at her biceps.
I heard a knock on the door. "Hey Jan I was wonder....What is going
on."a female voice said. "Wait, is that the new guy Sherman?"she
said. "Yep."Jan answered. "Hey Jan another voice cried."Smile for the
birdie." All I heard was a camera flash and Jan's rectal fire.
"We can hardly take it, poor Sherman." "I don't know how long it will
last but as long as it will be here he's taking
it...unnnghh"brrrrrrpppatttssss"ahhhhhh..all!"Jan said. "I have some
gas but not as much as you can I try?" Go ahead." The next
tormentress settled on my face. I kicked and bucked but no avail. She
brabbed my legs which added more weight and settled more. I could
hear her concentrate.
An SBD slithered out and man was this one foul. I bit her in
desperation to get her off. Jan stopped me and locked her legs on my
neck and crushed without mercy. "That is a good friend of MINE!"and
with mine she increased what I thought was full power.
She let go and tossed me to her friend who repeated her process. I
felt my hat size moved up two inches. I think my skull touched my
brain and got squished a little.
"I'm sorry!!!"I screamed in hopes that she isn't cruel. "Kiss and
make up."She told me as she let go. She lowered her musclebutt to my
face and told me to "Start kissin'." I kissed it once. But that
wasn't enough for her. "You two need to get more acquainted." She
smothered my face with her ass.
I kept on kissing and she kept on farting. Maybe she'll show some
mercy.
Lethal Weapon 69!
By Breeze on Mon Oct 5, 1998
Steven and Janet have been married
for only 2 years now. About 6 months ago Steven impregnated his
beautiful wife. Janet had long slender legs, a big 36c breast, and an
ass so beutiful it makes you wanna cry. Now 6 months into her
pregnancy Janet was feeling over emotional, depressed, and almost
always angry. She blames Steven for doing this to her,although she
really doesn't mean it. Her breasts have swelled to a wonderful 32D
(Hey my story - her breasts will be as big as I like) and her ass is
firm but now it's more like a mound of pure ass.
About 2 nights ago Steven and Janet had an argument when Janet
farted under the covers while they were sleeping. The smell was
putrid hell and forced them to leave the room. Upset for having to be
disturbed from his sleep Steven yelled at his wife and in a fit of
anger called her a Fat, Nasty, Farting Bitch. And told her from now
on to keep her smelly ass to herself. Needless to say Janet wasn't
too pleased with that statement.Then exactly the next day Steven went
out to the local Barnes & Noble and purchased a book called
The Pregnant Women's Guide To Farting, and presented it to his
emotionally distressed wife,who took one look at it and became
enraged at the audacity that he had. She swore that he would be sorry
for that, AND HE WOULD!!!!!!
The next night at dinner Janet had cooked chili. Steven ate the
chili but it never dawned on him what chili does to soemone's system.
So now imagine your pregnant wife eating it. Steven had about 2 bowls
of chili,while Janet had about 6, and a tall glass of orange juice to
wash it all down with. Now I don't personally understand why orange
juice tends to give pregnant women gas, and I don't think Steven did
either.
That night around midnight while Steven was sleeping he was awoken
by the stench of death, and as soon as he realized that smell was
offensive his eyes began to water,and he became sick to his stomach.
He tried to leave the room, but was suprised to find he couldn't. He
suddenly became aware that he was handcuffed to the bed, and his his
wife was sitting on his chest, aiming her sphincter canon directly at
his nose through her tightly stretched flannel pants. He screamed at
her, "Janet,What the HELL are you doing!?!?" His question was
answered when a long hot fart blew itself directly in his
direction,Pssssssssstttsss.
"Ahh", Janet said in a sigh of relief. "That one was waiting for
you to wake up". "Janet,"Steven said now realizing what he was
facing, "Baby please if you're thinking what I think you are,
PLEASE,PLEASE Don't do it." Janet quickly replied, "What do you mean?
This?" Bruuuump! Poopss Put put. "Ohhh, Excuse me.Where are my
manners? My mother always told me I should share." And with that she
removed her flannel pants,which were actually saving Steven by
filtering some of the stench out,and sat with just her plain white
cotton panties smack dead on his nose. She inhaled
and......Pooooot,Brummmp Blllllbubplbb.Ahhhhhhhh! Ooooh. That chili
is really kicking in. "Janet stop!" Steven said with tears in his
eyes and repressing the need to cough and gag. His cries were
answered with a quick Pooont,Plublplpl.Blooort Bloooort Plbbbbbbbb.
"Ya know Steven that book you bought me told me, most pregnant
women's number one cause of gas is spicy foods, such as the chili we
had, and orange juice,which I had. Do you agree?" Plubpbpbpb Plubbbb
Brpppppp Pooontssssssssssssssssssssssss.
A final hot airy fart singed Steven's nose hairs, leaving him
coughing,and violently tearing up. Bluuuuuubbbbb. Plooooorp.
Spkoooont Blaaap Blaaap Ptssssssssssssss. "No No NO! Janet
STOP!!!!!!!!!" "Why should I? You're the reason I'm like this, You've
humiliated me, with that stupid book, you yelled and you screamed at
me, And come to think of it, You called me a BITCH!" Steven sensed
the anger in his wife's voice and began to fear his wife like he had
never feared any women before. He knew it was coming, and with that
Janet released full force, No more pauses, No more talk, just all
fart..............................................
Pbbbbbbbbbb,Blooooooorp,Blaaaaaapapbbbbb,Skpoooont,Blub Blub Blub
Blublubblubblbblublbpblbublbplb. Skreeeeeeeech Spooooooosh.
Ptssssssssssssssssssssss Ptsssssssssssssssss Ptssssssssssssss.
Steven's cries were suddenly silenced when Janet sat full force on
him,trapping his mouth unfortunately open. And Janet now enraged let
out one last mighty earthquake, window shattering, paint peeling
fart. Steven feared it,a s Janet's stomach started to gas, gurgle and
bubble creating the monstrous fart, Fluft He felt a pre blast of pure
sulfur,a preview of what was to come and then.............
Brplplrplbulbublublbblubprlrprlpblr...BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP!!
Janet's ass thunder rained down on his defenseless nostrils and open
mouth until everything went black the last sounds he heard were a
last BLUUUUUP BLUB, and the sound of his wife laughing.
The next morning Steven awoke to find his wife nowhere around, and
he was still chained to the bed, he lay there for a minute or two
until, BOOM the bedroom door was kicked open, and in walked Janet
with a bowl of chili, and a glass of orange juice, saying "Good
morning honey, I made you breakfast in bed, I've already eaten mine.
But you better eat up cause you'll need you strength" she said, with
a devilish grin on her face. Steven's eyes watered but not from a bad
smell,He was now crying like a little baby begging his wife,NO MORE
FARTING PLEASE!
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