You were really trying to focus on your walk through of the store, but as soon as he looked away your eyes couldn't help but stare at your shift manager's bouncing ass.
"And have you got any questions?" Fuck! You did, but it would be hard to explain that you hadn't been focusing on how to do the first day of your job because you were being a pervert.
"Nope, thanks for your help." You answered as convincingly as you can trying not to blush.
"Great to hear," he gave you a warm smile, "good luck!" God did he have to be nice as well? You tried not to drool as you watched him bounce down the aisle until he turned the corner.
Luckily stocking shelves and helping customers was mostly common sense so you managed to do pretty well for the first half of the day. You were informed that you got a break mid afternoon so you went to the break room to chill.
As you grabbed your food from your locker you assumed it would be busier in the back, but as you walked into the break room you were surprised to see your shift manager being the only other person there.
"Oh hey was this your scheduled break time?" He obviously wasn't trying to sound too accusatory.
"Yeah.... shit..." He trailed off as he adjusted his position in the chair.
"It's fine I can come back later." You went to leave not really wanting to piss him off.
"No, no it's your first day, you probably deserve a break, sit down." He smiled as you slowly returned.
You made some idle chat about how the shift was going but as he spoke you could tell he was getting progressively more uncomfortable.
"You alright there?" You raised an eyebrow.
PPPPPHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRUUUUMMMMPPPTTTT
The fart obviously needed out as it exploded against his chair and made him moan pretty lewdly in relief. Your mouth was agape in shock but as the noxious stench made it's way into your system you quickly began to wretch and hold your nose.
He finally seemed to close the floodgates and end the flatulence regaining some control.
"Shit, shit, shit, I'm sorry!" He rushed over to you rubbing your back. "I know it stinks, are you okay." It was bad, really bad, but with him warmly rubbing you, you weren't gonna recover too quickly.
"Yeah I'm good, are you?" You weakly responded.
"Yeah I'm used to it," he chuckled glad you were okay, "I usually get given break last by myself so I don't have any victims." He sat down next to you offering some water which you gladly gulped.
"So you're always that gassy?"
"Oh yeah." He leaned in his seat.
The fart was more controlled than the last and no matter how hard he wafted his behind the rotten smell still reached you.
"Hah, that was a small one." he slapped you on the back making you chuckle with him, but also worry about that being qualified as small.
"So why not a toilet? The break room feels a bit public right?" The smell had made you lose your appetite for lunch.
"That was what I planned with my supervisor but after trying it the one staff toilet was uninhabitable for a week, and at least the break room has windows." He went to go open another one even though it was the middle of winter. You were happy for another opportunity for him to show off his ass, even if you now knew what it could do.
You didn't even know what to say this wasn't a situation you'd ever been in before.
"Anyway I'll let you enjoy the rest of the break, hope the smell clears out." He grabbed his things and headed for the door. "And watch where you're looking." He winked as he cocked a leg.
He chuckled as he wafted behind him and closed the door. With that you blushed realising he'd seen you staring, but what was even worse was the topped up fart smell making you gag.
You didn't see him for the rest of your shift and your next day you managed to have a pretty normal first few hours. That was until you were stocking some snacks in a quiet aisle when you heard footsteps stop near you.
Ffffffrrrrrrraaaaaappppttt
You were immediately bombarded with the unforgettable sulfuric stink from the day before and looked up to see the shift manager smugly smiling down at you.
He took a little whiff, "Hey buddy good to see your attitude doesn't stink!" He put obvious emphasis on the last word.
You stood up trying not to breathe in too much of the offensive odour. He was your superior so you weren't going to complain too much but this was a pretty drastic change in attitude.
"What happened to the break room plan?" You wafted the air around you.
"Ever since I caught you looking at my assets I assumed you were a sucker for punishment." He turned to the side and grabbed a handful of ass making you red. "So I thought I'd give it in the stinkiest way possible!"
You couldn't fathom what he was saying, your brain was shifting between disgust, arousal and fear. "Isn't this like harassment?" You stammered.
"Not if you don't want a raise soon?" He winked evilly. "Or I can write you up for all your misplaced looks." He said a lot more threateningly.
You just gulped not knowing what to say.
"That's what I thought." He chuckled as the turned to leave not before pushing his butt back against your bulge.
He laughed as he walked away leaving you in his stinky wake. You were ashamed that the mere contact with his ass left you frustrated and hard.
So this continued for the rest of the shift. If you were alone he'd find away to sneak up on you and push his ass your way and let rip an anal ambush leaving a stench on your body. Or if you were in a bit more of a busy area he would come up put his hand on your shoulder and talk like he was giving advice all while cupping a silent fart and then letting the stink free as close to your tainted face as possible. Sometimes if he just wanted to watch you pant for fresh air he would walk past you in an aisle and look back for the cropdust stench to hit you and make your lungs sting and knees buckle. The stench was tortuous making you wish you just didn't have the sense of smell to have to put up with something so rotten. But any chance you had to look at his ass or even make contact with it almost made up for stink in how attractive it was.
This all culminated near the end of the day when you heard his voice over the intercom requesting to see you in the back. You prepared mentally as much as you could as you went to meet him. He silently led you to a small storage room, just big enough for the two of you.
"You've been doing such a good job today I thought it was time to offer you a raise." He put on a cheeky smile.
"A good job being harassed by farts?" You quipped with your nose still aching.
"Oh don't be like that," he cooed turning around giving you a good look at his bubbly ass barely held back by the tight trousers, "I know you can't say no to this." You gulped as you shamelessly stared mute.
He chuckled looking back at how easily he'd silenced you. "Now you've been so good at smelling my stinkers I've become quite fond of you. Starting tomorrow I'll start asigning you more hours and on top of that pay I'll personally fund a generous rancid raise."
Ffffffrrrrraaaaaaarrrrrrppppppppppppppp
The gas leaked out making his cheeks ripple just from its force. He leered back as he felt his gas start to spread around the small room as you tried not to breathe still entranced by the dangerous ass.
"All I ask is that you drop to your knees and accept." The man you once thought was nice and welcoming was a sensual stinky sadist.
It had taken you ages to find a job and you were desperate for the money. But this logical point paled in comparison to the toxic scent which you feared could cut years off your will to live. But as he put fingers under his cheeks to shake them your will broke.
You fell to your knees, face level with his ass. "Good boy." He sultrily commended as he stroked the back of your head as it fell into his ass. You hungrily rubbed your face in between the cheeks letting your dick leak pre. But you didn't get much time to enjoy it. His grip on the back of your head suddenly became firm.
"After this I'm just going to say you went home ill after tasting something rotten!" You heard as panic set in.
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PPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRAPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT
BBRRRRRRRRRRARRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPP
You could tell he was going to keep going as you heard orgasmic moans coming from the man who was polluting your nose with unthinkably toxic fumes. But after just a short time you had blacked out, your body unable to come with the horrific level of methane and sulfur being forced into it. And as you lay knocked out in his ass you were promoted on your second stinky day at your noxious new job.
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