“Boss Goddess”

I sat at my desk and contemplated the world’s problems when the buzzer sounded loudly; the intercom.

It was the Goddess, “I need you here, immediately; come see me.”

“Okay,” I replied.

I head to the Goddess’ office and knock.

“Come in,” she says.

I open the door to a rather large, spacious office; the Goddess is sitting with smug smile on her face near the other end of the room. She watched me intently, as if calculating my value in dollars and it was changing by the second.

The Goddess wore long, silke white opera gloves; she removed her Gucci sunglasses to show her deep, piecing green eyes. She work a black business blouse that hung tightly on her shapely frame and a low cut top that showed just enough to be boss you’d get fired just to fuck. Her hair tied up in a tight bun.

Her legs, formerly crossed, now drop to the ground; she walked to the front of her desk, revealing her tan miniskirt and her long black boots with four inch heels.

Her face is stern, with a slight smirk on her plump, red lips. “Sit down,” she commands politely. She motions to the chair in front of her desk. “Timmy, do you know why I called you in here?”

“No Goddess,” I said; I really didn’t.

“Heres the deal. You’re performance sucks; to be frank. I can fire you right here and now, no pay, no benefits, no pension Or you can work for me, personally.”

“Oh, I need this job Goddess,” I was somewhat excited about her offer; it seemed very Penthousy, I went along with it. “What would I be doing for you? Am I qualified?”

She smirks, “Oh, you’re finely qualified, no worries there.” She pats my shoulder reassuringly. “That’s a good choice sweetie; for me anyways.”

The Goddess stands and struts her beautiful booty towards me; she lowers her fine face an inch away from mine and whispers sadistically “You’re going to be my toilet, toilet.” She giggles cutely, then her booty rumbles loudly.

“Go to my bathroom,” she says sternly, pointing her gloved finger at a private bathroom in her office.

“What do you mean?! WHAT does that even mean?! You can’t be serious, you can’t do this!” She nudges m in that direction, rubbing her booty against my face aggressively. I recoil in terror, smacking it.

“I really don’t have time for this toilet,” she says; she bends her knees a little and rips a giant, putrid fart in my face; it robs me of breath as I choke and cough on the noxious gas.

“Now move toilet!” The Goddess demands.

I move to the bathroom; “Now put your face where it belongs.”

I plead, claw, and beg. She responds with a light squeezing of my balls with her long boot heels. “Your face in the toilet now!”

My balls shrivel under the pressure of her booty; my head backs up, obediently to the toilet but I plead all the way for this to end.

“Please, I’ll do anything else; not this. I’ll sell more! I have leads, please, give me another chance. Please! No no!”

Her eyes piercing my soul; she raises her skirt and looks over her shoulder. “There is something you can do toilet”

I look up in hopeful desperation.

She smiles, “Open wide, this load is gonna be huge!”
Her booty rumbles as it descends to my face; sealing the toilet bowl. My head hits the water; her booty splits and her hole begins to winden. Gas escapes profusely and openly; filling the tiny bowl with the foulest stench on Earth.

I gag on the noxious fumes that blast through my face; squeezing past a giant, visible log that slowly chugs along though the Goddess’ anus. Her cries are nearly euphoric as the monster log pushes with just a little effort and, at terrible last, made contact with my face as my head submerged beneath the toilet-fart water.

It fired out like a log at a lumber mill unstoppable as the pressed and pounded against my face with unbreakable force. My mouth quickly filled with gooey sludgey shit. The massive log, now coiling around the bowl soaked all the water making it a soft mass of shitty proportions.

I screamed, it echoed deafeningly in the bowl. Airtight. I was choking.

“Whoops, guess my booty really has to unload.” She says cutely as she pushes and grunts. Her hole widens and a large gush of brown spray explodes in my face.

I panicked as the diarrhea rained down upon me with the force of a fire sprinkler. The contents slowly drip out around my face and join the sludge log that fills the toilet. Shit drips through my sealed lips, hitting my tongue with its terrible sour taste; I swallow it painfully; a moan and sob as it hits my stomach, I feel ill.

There’s a knock on the door, “Goddess, it’s me Bridgett.”

The Goddess sighs in great relief, “Yes hon, what do you need?”

I shake and caw, splashing around in shit-filled water. You’re amused as you bring a stiff, hard boot heel to my balls again; I squeal inaudibly. My balls shrivel like punished dogs; you scrape your heel painfully forward on my ballsac; it’s pain and pleasure of an indescribable proportion. A fart rings out and breaks me from the spell.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but I need to tell you about current projections on one of our subsidies; they are vastly lower than their year-end estimates, I’m wondering what can be done.”

“Unfortunately, at this point…erh…” the Goddess says, as another log beings to drop and inject my face with new, fresh logs; each bubbling with vibrant gassy pockets that repeatedly barraged me as I hung my head, severely weak and beaten, lying on my liquidly shit pillow. “…yeah, so that’s fine.”

“Okay, I’ll draw up the paperwork.”

“That you dear,” The Goddess says, farting loudly, it echoing endlessly in the bowl. I moaned as the gas seeped it’s way into my shit fort.

“Also, I noticed Timmy isn’t at his desk…”

The Goddess laughs, “Yes, I…gave him an alternate assignment; I think it’s going to work out so you may not see him for some time. Perhaps the Christmas party.”

Bridget walks off to her duties.

The Goddess sighs in great, exasperating relief. She lifts her booty from my face and watches my pained, weakened head emerge from the shit piles of her creation.

She bends over, her booty opens widely and releases a long, refreshing shart all over my face. I recoil, over-odored; my head falls back into the toilet.

The Goddess recomposes her panties and skirt, “Now toilet, report back to me immediately after my meeting, got it? I think they are serving burritos.”

The Goddess struts away leaving me to grieve for my death; the death of my self. I lived for the Goddess now.

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