We used to be equals, practically started at the company on the same day. We'd been competitive but ina friendly way. That was until he caught me sniffing his chair while he nipped to the toilet.
He'd had a particularly gassy morning, taking great joy in making me suffer his ass bombs confined in our small office. He didn't know about my fetish, so this was a rare treat for me. Finally he announced he must need a shit and went to the toilet. Not for the first time I ran to his chair and knelt down with my face on the seat, sniffing the foul remnants of his farts. Unfortunately he'd forgotten his phone and had come back, finding me snuffling his stench like a little piggy.
Years later and things have really changed. Now he's my boss. We'd come to an agreement, I made sure that he got all the best contracts to work with, and quickly he was turning heads at the company. Of course it was all my work, that I'd do after finishing my lesser contracts. In return he promised to not tell anyone my secret, and promised that when he was running things he'd create a role just for me.
Man of his word, on day one of his promotion he informed of my new responsibilities; I was to be his office fart filter. Sit in the corner and wait for his to summon me, plant my face in his ass and inhale his gas.
Today he has a big meeting with a new client, and decided to have a large breakfast, so needs me to make sure his tank is empty and there's no smell left on him before he heads out.
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