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Desperate Boss Submits to Mistress' Farts for Raise

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She stared down at him with a smirk, her foot pressed against his chest as she held his tie in her hand. "It's time for you to wake up and smell the farts," she purred, her voice dripping with confidence. His eyes fluttered open, confusion etched across his features as he struggled against his bindings. "Where am I? What happened?" he mumbled, trying to make sense of the situation.

"Don't worry about how you got here," she replied, her tone chilling. "You're here now, and it's time for you to learn your lesson. You see, I came in for my quarterly review, and it went quite well... except for one little thing." She leaned in closer, her breath hot on his face. "You refused to give me a raise, and that's just unacceptable."

He squirmed under her gaze, realizing just how much power she held over him right now. "I'm sorry," he managed to stammer out. "I can make it up to you, just please untie me."

"Oh, I think you're going to enjoy this much more than a simple apology," she purred, her eyes glinting with excitement. She yanked on the tie, pulling him closer and tying it off behind his back. "Now, it's time for you to earn that raise."

With a wicked grin, she straddled his lap, her thong-clad ass hovering just above his face. "You're going to sniff my farts and lick my dirty asshole," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. "You're going to be my ass slave until I say otherwise."

His face turned a deep shade of red as he felt the warmth of her first fart against his skin. He opened his mouth, eager to taste the scent of her ass on her thong. "You smelled it now you can taste it on my thong," she taunted, her voice dripping with anticipation.

As she continued to fart on him, his cock began to harden against his will. She sensed his arousal and smirked, leaning in closer. "You want more of this?" she purred, her breath hot against his ear. "You want my farts?"

He nodded frantically, desperate for her approval. "The deal is this," she said, her voice low and seductive. "First, I'm going to let one hand go. If you don't cum then, you can go back to work like nothing happened. But if you do cum... well, let's just say you'll be much more motivated to please me in the future."

She released him, watching with a mix of anticipation and amusement as he struggled to contain his lust. His hand wandered closer to his crotch, and she could see the struggle play out across his features. "Do it," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Make me proud."

With a groan, he finally gave in, his hand finding release as he finally gave in to his desires. "That's it," she purred, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Now, you're ready to be my ass slave. Use your tongue to go up the crack, and taste my sweet ass."

He obeyed without hesitation, his tongue tracing the delicate folds of her asshole. She leaned back, reveling in the power she held over him, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Feel my farts right up against your flat tongue," she commanded, her voice low and seductive. "You can't help but stroke while you lick my dirty asshole."

As she continued to fart on him, he could feel his resistance crumbling away. He was lost in the sensation of her ass on his tongue, the scent of her farts filling his nostrils. He could feel her power coursing through him, her control over him complete.

"Now, get your tongue nice and pointed," she purred, her voice strangely soothing. "Slide it right into my puckered asshole. You'll do anything I say, won't you? You love serving my dirty sweaty asshole."

He nodded, his eyes locked on hers. She could see the surrender in his eyes, the acceptance of his place in her world. And with a satisfied smile, she leaned forward, her weight pressing him into the chair as she took control.

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