As Britany settled into her chair at the office, she couldn't help but feel excited about the day ahead. With a smirk, she pulled out her phone and began scrolling through Facebook, taking a break from work. Suddenly, she felt a tingle in her bowels. It was time.
Without a moment's hesitation, Britany stood up from her chair and searched for her unwitting victim. He was sitting at his desk, oblivious to the impending doom that awaited him. She sauntered over to his office cubicle, her ass clad in tight denim jeans.
Without a word, Britany lowered herself slowly onto his face, letting the weight of her body press her ass into his nose and mouth. She released a fart that was so offensive, it would make even the most hardened of men gag. But this wasn't just any fart—it was a fat one, full of undigested food particles and the stench of her foul digestive system.
As she sat there, enjoying the taste of her own excrement as he struggled to breathe, Britany giggled to herself. She reached down between her legs, feeling the warmth of her urine soak into her panties. With a sly grin, she slipped one finger into her pussy, feeling the wetness against her skin.
"Don't you just love my freshly baked goods?" she asked him with a laugh.
He groaned in response, unable to speak through the thick layer of shit currently coating his tongue.
For what seemed like an eternity, Britany sat on his face, savoring every second of his humiliation. Finally, she leaned back with a satisfied smile on her face. Wiping off her ass with a handful of tissues she tossed them at him, "Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to clean up later. But for now, back to work."
With that, she sauntered back to her desk, leaving him to struggle with his own filth. As he attempted to clean himself up, he couldn't help but wonder when the next time would be. After all, as Britany's personal human toilet, he knew his place—on the lowest rung of the food chain.
