A Christmas Story
by itstimetogasup

There was a reason everyone in the office couldn't stop staring at Ellie.

Well, actually, there were multiple. The bone structure of her face, for one, was immaculate. Her strong cheekbones gave her a look of graceful power. Then there were her brown eyes, eyes that looked like they belonged to Aphrodite herself. And a smile that could steal the heart of anyone, with lips that seemed to be designed to look as sensual as possible. Her dark brown lightly curled locks flowed down past her shoulders, although she usually wore her beautiful hair up.

She tried to dress conservatively sometimes, she really did. But even when she buttoned her shirts up all the way to the collar, they couldn't hide the shapes of her plump breasts. There was no question among anyone that she had the nicest boobs in the office. They weren't big enough to give her any serious back problems or anything, but she often caught the men in the office staring at them even when she covered them up with boring office attire. So she eventually gave up and decided she might as well show them off a little. She didn't mind the attention; in fact, she was proud of her body, and spent a lot of time in the gym. This was evidenced in the photos she posted on social media of her at the beach, displaying her toned stomach and waist.

Her bottom half only got better. Her hips were nicely shaped, and her legs where alluringly athletic. Strong calves, and powerful thighs. And then there was her ass. It was a wonder on its own, two large, firm, perfectly shaped buttcheeks. The sight of her ass wiggling as she marched around the office was enough to put most men and women in a daze.

Combine the ass, legs, chest, and face, and you have Ellie, arguably the most beautiful woman in the western hemisphere. People who didn't know her that well often wondered what her background was. Some thought she was Latina. Others proposed Philipino. There were those that thought she might be a mix of many different backgrounds. Either way, she attracted a lot of attention, and although she did enjoy some of it, not all of it was welcome.

In fact, sometimes her coworkers made her a little uncomfortable. At least, they used to. But her coworkers quickly learned that Ellie was not to be messed with, that she could put her foot down and get her way if she wanted to. They realized she was like a poisonous flower: beautiful and wonderful, but deadly if touched the wrong way.

But you couldn't see that by looking at her. Especially not as she stood in the corner of the room at one of the annual Christmas parties.

She was looking sexier than usual that night. She had red heels on, and green socks with reindeer patterned on them that went up to her knees. The red and white stripes of her skirt seemed to be painted on her skin, and it barely reached the middle of her thighs. The individual shapes of her two buttcheeks were proudly on display; her skirt may as well not have been there at all. She was also wearing what seemed to be the thinnest button up blouse ever, tucked into her skirt. It was loose, but still hinted at the shapes of her plump breasts, and the top buttons were open, giving an enticing view of her cleavage.

Her hair was down, as thick and beautiful as ever. Two Christmas tree earrings hung from her ears, and she wore a puffy Santa hat on her head, which had two plush reindeer antlers sticking out of the side.

She looked cute and festive, the brightest star of the party. If you saw her, you would have no idea how dangerous she could be. But you would get an impression of her threatening nature if you anywhere near her in that moment.

Ellie looked around at the party, her light brown eyes slowly moving from person to person. In one hand, she held a cup of hot chocolate, with whipped cream on top. A peppermint cane stuck out of her mouth, trapped between her lips. It wiggled around, evidently being batted around by her tongue inside of her mouth. Her free hand rested on her hip.

farrpp

She let out a small fart, and her hand moved away from her hip. It went up to her mouth, and she slowly started pulling the candy cane out from between her beautiful lips.

blopp

Another fart popped out of her bubble butt, and Ellie hummed with pleasure as the candy cane was finally freed from her lips. She tapped the end of the peppermint stick on her bottom lip. A smile appeared on her face, one of Ellies smiles that everyone in the office loved. It was a small one, just a corner of her mouth curving charmingly, and she mischievously glanced around the office party.

glupt

frrtt

prrop

Three tiny farts bubbled out of her incredible ass.

“Oh yeah,” Ellie quietly chuckled with a sigh, closing her eyes. She shifted her weight slightly, moving her hips to the left.

Daniel stared at the bubbly ass in front of his face, his eyes wide with horror, his hand covering his nose and mouth. Ellie’s hindquarters might look like they were from his wildest fantasies, but she had been farting in his face for over a minute now, and the smell was starting to get to him. The meaty, musty stench of Ellie’s killer farts filled his body with every breath he took, and he didn't know how much more he could take.

He had been sitting at the end of the office at one of the desks, enjoying a nice cup of hot cocoa and a conversation with a coworker, when the office hottie had suddenly appeared in front of him, farting recklessly. He was absolutely certain that she had no idea anyone was sitting behind her, that she thought she was completely alone, free to fart as she pleased.

However, he didn't dare say anything to her. He knew better than that. He had heard the rumors about what Ellie had done to people that ended up on her bad side, and if even a smidge of the stories were true, it was way worse than what she was doing to him now. Determined to stay on her good side, Daniel knew that if he alerted her to his presence now, he ran the risk of humiliating, and subsequently angering, the goddess with her ass in his face.

prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrllltttt

blraapp

plort

“Aaagh,” Ellie moaned quietly.

Daniel stared at the round buttcheeks pressing against her thin striped skirt, breathing her pungent fumes as she continued farting on him. Her ass was so beautiful, but it smelled so bad. He looked away from the bubble butt next to him, glancing at the girl sitting on the other side of her desk.

Deborah's blue eyes gazed at him, wide with disbelief. Her hands covered her mouth. As Daniel looked at her, her hands moved away from her mouth, over her cute freckled face, and then she was running her fingers through her curly strawberry blonde hair.

She was one of Daniel's closest friends. She wore a thick dark green sweater with cuffed sleeves, and a simple pair of high waisted jeans. Although he always thought she was very pretty, he wasn't willing to threaten what he thought was a great friendship. But he had other things on his mind at the moment.

“I am so sorry!” she mouthed at him.

Like Daniel, Deborah knew better than to say anything to Ellie.

He gave her a shrug and a brave smile, trying to look tougher than he was.

brrlLlttgGgGgaAaAAARRPPssssss

In that moment, Ellie released her most disgusting fart yet, and both Daniel and Deborah froze for a few seconds as a wet, warbley tone sounded from her plump round ass. After it finished with a menacing hiss, Daniel was forced to turn his head away, gagging silently. The scent of old Mexican food was a little too much for him to handle.

“Oh my Gosh,” Deborah mouthed, screwing up her cute freckled nose.

Ellie shifted her weight again, moving her hips in the other direction. The expression on her face was one of pleasure and disgust, and the hand holding the candy cane waved in front of her nose.

“Oooh, I think they're getting worse,” she said to herself, smiling devilishly.

Her smile grew as her mouth dropped open, and her eyelids lowered downwards. She moved her hips to the left again.

BVVVVRRRRTTT

Her facial expression remained frozen as a large fart buzzed out of her powerful hindquarters. It finished a few seconds later, and she laughed quietly to herself, rolling her eyes as she waved her hand in front of her nose again.

“Oh shit,” she muttered after her laughter calmed down.

“Hey, Ellie!” someone called.

Ellie jumped a little and looked to her left, her eyes wide. But then she smiled warmly as she saw a black-haired woman walking towards her.

“Hi Sarah,” Ellie said.

Sarah had long, glossy dark hair. She wore a pair of thick black glasses. She had a typical ugly Christmas sweater on, decorated with fluffy balls of different colors, except the sweater ended just above her hips, showing off a glimpse of her stomach.

She also wore a tight pair of pink yoga pants which showed off her beautiful butt. It wasn't as big as Ellie's, but it had a nice defined shape. “Santa's an Ass Man” was written in bold red letters across the seat of her yoga pants.

“I was just wondering where you'd snuck off to!” Sarah smiled, moving next to Ellie.

Daniel watched Sarah's cute butt end up in front of his face, next to Ellie’s. Now there were two butts in his face, but he was starting to feel some relief, as he was pretty sure that Ellie wouldn't fart with Sarah standing right next to her.

“Enjoying the party?” Ellie asked. She looked over at Sarah and raised her hot chocolate to her lips.

“Oh yeah,” Sarah answered. “Gosh, Ellie, you did such a good job with this! The decorations are awesome, and the food is so good!”

Ellie lowered the hot chocolate from her mouth.

“Oh it was nothing!” she said, hunching her shoulders with an innocent smile, a whipped cream mustache covering her upper lip, looking as cute, charming, and sexy as ever.

Sarah giggled as Ellie licked the whipped cream off of her mouth. The two woman laughed softly for a few moments, looking around at the rest of the party.

“I will say, though,” Sarah said, and she placed a hand on her stomach, “the carne asada fries are… ugh… heavy.”

“That they are,” Ellie replied, looking down at her hot chocolate and swirling it around. “I'm so gassy right now…”

“I was about to say,” Sarah laughed, glancing over at Ellie. She raised her hand to her nose, smiling brightly at her coworker. “It smells a little raunchy over here!”

Ellie raised her shoulders into the most adorable shrug in the history of humankind.

“Whoops!” she said.

The two women laughed together for a few moments, and the Sarah grimaced, rubbing her hand over her stomach.

“Ooooh, I have to go to the bathroom so badly,” she moaned. The she turned to Ellie, her eyes wide with desperation. “But the girls bathroom is packed! You can barely stand in there, it's so full of girls waiting to use the toilet. And the sounds are so gross…”

“Oh, you can just fart here,” Ellie said cheerfully. She nibbled at the end of her candy cane.

Sarah gave her a shocked lock. Ellie looked at her and raised her eyebrows.

“What, do you think I'm gonna tell anyone?” she continued, talking around her candy cane.

“Ooh, I really want to,” Sarah grimaced. “You sure you won't tell anyone?”

Daniel's heart sank with dread. He watched Sarah's cute butt wiggle from side to side in front of his face as she danced from foot to foot with discomfort next to Ellie.

“Sarah, you know your secret's safe with me,” Ellie said reassuringly. “I've been letting out farts here for a while. Come on, no one's going to notice. Here, let's fart together!”

“If you say so,” Sarah grudgingly sighed.

Daniel groaned inwardly as both woman stuck their rears out behind them, moving their round butts even closer to his face. He looked from the buttcheeks outlined by Sarah's tight pink yoga pants to the buttcheeks shown off by Ellie’s tight elastic striped skirt. The stench from Ellie's last fart was still heavy in the air. Across the table from him, Deborah gagged silently, sticking her tongue out.

“I knew I shouldn't have eaten those two extra plates,” Sarah groaned.

BRRVVLLOOAOAOOAARRPP

“Ah shit,” Ellie sighed after she let out her longest fart yet.

BRRTOUURRFFGRRTT

Sarah's cute ass exploded, and Daniel squeezed his eyes shut, covering his nose again. But it was no use. Warm foul air flowed from her pink yoga pants, poisoning the air around his head. Deborah covered her face with her hands, her blue eyes peeking fearfully through her fingers at the two round butts pointed at Daniel's face.

“Oh my god,” Sarah moaned.

GLLOORRP

“Ahh,” Ellie breathed.

BRRAPPP

“Ohhhh,” Ellie sighed.

PFFFFUURRRTT

“Oh hell yeah,” she moaned, rolling her beautiful eyes. Her mouth opened into a brilliant smile. Daniel suffered as silently as he could, his face just a couple of inches away from her ass.

PRRrrrrRRRRRRRTT

Sarah's yoga pants sounded off like a trumpet, her cute round ass pumping more sour gas into the air. Daniel felt the air around his head starting to grow warmer. Her monotone fart finally ended, and she moaned with relief too.

“Ohhhh Godddddd.”

The two women straightened up, and their incredible hindquarters finally moved away from Daniel's face. Ellie looked over at Sarah and smiled, raising her eyebrow, as she waved her hand in front of her nose.

“Goddamn, talk about some serious fartage,” Sarah laughed. “Whew, I can't remember the last time I farted like that. It was like my soul was leaving my body!”

Ellie started laughing, nibbling on the end of her candy cane again.

“Yeah, that felt so good,” she chuckled, blinking the moisture out of her eyes. The tip of her tongue licked her candy cane.

“Thanks for letting me fart here,” Sarah said. “That means a lot, I really needed to… let out some steam, if you know what I'm saying.”

“Oh don’t mention it,” Ellie said, laughing again. “It was a nice bonding moment. Jeez girl, your farts are pungent!”

Sarah laughed as Ellie waved her hand in front of her face. Ellie closed her eyes and exhaled heavily, and then she smiled.

“Are you sure that's not you?” Sarah asked.

“Yes,” Ellie said, blinking rapidly as she inhaled more of Sarah's farts.

“Well, what can I say,” Sarah said. “I've got a feisty little butt!”

And Daniel watched her buttcheek jiggle in his face as she spanked herself.

“I'm glad you let me see that side of you, Sarah,” Ellie grinned.

“Oh, it was my pleasure,” Sarah grinned back. “Anyway, I'm gonna do another lap around the party. See you around?”

Ellie gave Sarah one of her charming smiles as she raised her hot chocolate to her lips again, and Sarah walked off. Daniel watched her firm buttcheeks move under her “Santa’s an Ass Man” yoga pants as she strutted towards the rest of the party. People rarely stayed around Ellie for too long, because, deep down, most were terrified of her.

He could imagine why. Ellie was right, Sarah's farts were disgusting. But they were nothing compared to Ellie’s. Ellie was a monster, capable of producing the foulest gas anyone had ever smelled. Before now, Daniel had only heard stories, rumors. He had heard legends about what her bubble butt was capable off as it punished her coworkers that had wronged her. But now, as he breathed in the heavy warm air that had flowed from Ellie’s buttcheeks, he realized the legends were probably true.

Ellie started humming to herself as she raised her hot chocolate to her lips again. She closed her eyes as she took a sip, still humming a Christmas song, and then lowered the cup away from her mouth with a content sigh. There was another whipped cream mustache above her upper lip.

As Daniel stared at the plump mouthwatering buttcheeks accentuated by Ellie’s skin tight skirt, he saw them move slightly. He covered his nose with his hand again, preparing for the worst.

pluurrpp

grrupp

frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt

Ellie farted in his face, and then again, and then again. He squeezed his eyes shut, resisting the urge to gag as much as he could, but the smell just got worse with each consecutive eruption from her ass. Ellies farts smelled warm and close in all the wrong ways. The smell of old carne asada fries was so strong that he was surprised actual fries weren't pouring from her ass. Her farts were dense, and he struggled to breathe as Ellie started to sing to herself with her ass still pointed at him.

“Giddy up jingle horse,” she sang, nodding her head and moving her rear from side to side, “pick up your... hnnnggg…”

BLLATT

“...Oh god… feet, jingle around the cock… oops haha I meant clock, hehehe…”

BVVVVVVVVRRRRRRT

Ellie giggled to herself as her ass thrust out a powerful stream of gas through her skirt. Daniel tried to fan the air in front of his face with his hand, but it was no use. He had never even heard of anyone farting like Ellie. It was actually kind of horrifying to him.

“...hehehe, cock, hahaha…”

Ellie continued laughing to herself as she finally started to walk away. Daniel watched her buttcheeks, two mounds of perfection, wiggle as she headed back to the party, her reindeer antlers bobbing slightly with each step.

He slowly turned and shot a look towards Deborah. She sat completely still, a look of shock on her face. He felt like he was stuck in a bizarre dream.

“Daniel…what just happened?” Deborah said, her eyes wide, her mouth curving into an open smile of disbelief.

“I know, right?” Daniel replied, covering his mouth and nose with his hand. “God, I can barely breathe.”

Deborah started to chuckle, looking away and shaking her head.

“Hey, it's not funny!” Daniel protested. “It’s gross! That was the grossest, most… gross thing ever!”

“Well, yeah, that was probably the most disgusting thing I've ever seen,” Deborah said as she looked at him again, nodding with agreement. But then she smiled a taunting smile. “But you have to admit, it was also pretty funny.”

“It was not,” Daniel stated firmly.

As a response, Deborah’s eyes looked upwards and she lifted herself off of her seat. Daniel stared at the freckled woman in disbelief as her mouth dropped open, and she grunted.

brrrbbpp

Her pretty blue eyes connected with his again, and she heaved an exaggerated sigh of relief, a huge smile spreading across her face.

“God, not you too!” Daniel groaned.

“Man, those carne asada fries were really something else,” Deborah laughed. Daniel rolled his eyes. Her mouth dropped open.

“Don’t look at me like that!” she exclaimed, laughter still in her voice. “What, you can't handle a girl farting? I didn't know you were such a pussy, Daniel.”

“You're disgusting,” he muttered.

“Oh stop, you know you like it,” she said. He stared at her, giving her a shocked look, and she narrowed her eyes. “You like it, Daniel. You like these carne asada farts, I know you do. Here, let me just…”

And she lifted her ass off of her seat, and started wafting the remnants of her fart towards Daniel. He gagged under his hand again, and Deborah started laughing.

“You should be a comedian,” Daniel said sarcastically. “You're so funny.”

But Deborah's face went completely blank, and he heard her grunt quietly.

BRRLLBLBLVVVBBPPRT

A long, wavering but powerful stream of air shot out of the pretty girl with the strawberry blonde hair. It went on for about four or five seconds, never lessening in intensity, and then it ended as suddenly as it began. Her mouth dropped open and she collapsed back into her seat.

“Ohhhh yeahhhhhhh, mmmmmmmm,” she moaned like a pornstar, looking at Daniel through half lidded eyes as she sensually bit her lip. “Oh, that was a strong one, wasn't it Danny? Mmmmmmm…”

She started moving her hips in circular motions, grinding her ass into her chair. Daniel watched, giving her the most deadpan expression he could.

“You think you're so hilarious,” he shot at her.

“I am hilarious!” she shot back, leaning over the table towards him. She had that look on her face, the one she always had when she was trying desperately to hold back laughter. “And you're just loving this, aren't you? You love me and my farts!”

“I'm definitely not loving this,” he said, vaguely waving his hand in her direction. But as he said that, he started wondering why he was feeling himself start to grow hard.

Blake picked up the glass of eggnog he had just poured for himself. He took a sip, and then nodded, raising his eyebrow approvingly. He stepped away from the eggnog dispenser and turned to face the rest of the party.

He looked around at his coworkers. He hadn't met most of them yet. Blake had just started working at this office a week ago, and most of the faces he was seeing were new. He sipped at his eggnog as his eyes slowly scanned the people around him, particularly the women. His gaze paused every time it landed on someone's breasts, and he examined them, noting that there were a few good ones here.

He froze, halfway through a sip of eggnog. He had just spotted what had to be the most beautiful woman he had seen in his life. Sure, some of what she was wearing was a little dorky, like the Santa hat with attached reindeer antlers, and her cliche Christmas socks.

But God, she was beautiful. Her face was a textbook example of the meaning of the word “foxy.” And from what he could see through that thin button down blouse she was wearing, her breasts were amazing. They looked so squeezable. Her breasts were his favorite type of breasts: big, but not too big.

He looked over her body more carefully, lowering his glass of eggnog down. Her curves were something else. She was facing him, so he couldn't see her ass, but he could tell by her thighs and her hips that her ass was probably a sight to behold. Apart from that outrageously thin blouse, she was wearing a tight pencil skirt, which ended in the middle of her thighs. If she ever bent over…

Blake exhaled, raising an eyebrow. He just knew he had to talk to this creature. He slowly moved towards her, stopping to make conversation with someone for a moment, and then moving on to the next person, and then the next person, drawing closer to her all the while. As he did so, he thought about the best way to approach her. Creatures like her required strategy.

She didn't see him coming. She was facing him, but was absorbed in a conversation with two other guys and a woman. They all looked captivated by her. Whatever story she was telling them, it must have been amazing, because she was the only one speaking for a while. Every now and then, the people listening to her would gasp with amazement, or laugh uproariously.

Blake just loved a girl with a sense of humor.

Eventually, whatever conversation she was having ended, and she picked up her glass of hot chocolate from the table behind her and moved away. Blake followed, at a distance. The more he watched her, the more he became convinced that she was the most incredible woman he had ever laid eyes on. Not only was she beautiful, but, from what Blake gathered from the way she spoke to people as she greeted them, she was a fascinating person. His suspicions were soon proved right. She did have an amazing sense of humor.

Eventually, he decided it was time to make his move.

He chose to strike while she had taken a break from mingling with the other partygoers. She stood alone, examining one of the Christmas trees that were erected all over the office. He approached her from behind, pausing for a moment to look at her ass.

“Oh good god!” he mouthed to himself. It was the most incredible ass he had ever seen. He decided it in that moment: who ever this woman was, she would belong to him by the end of the night. He walked up to her, looking over her shoulder at the tree.

“Hey there, sugar,” he said.

As Ellie turned around, all of the conversations around them stopped. But Blake didn't notice.

“Oh, hello there,” she said brightly, giving him a polite and cheerful smile.

“What's a girl like you doing in a party like this?” he asked.

A shiver passed through the people around them, but Blake was too engrossed in Ellie’s supermodel face and bombastic chest, and he still didn't notice.

Her smile lessened just a little, and a frown started to appear on her face.

“You mean, at the annual Christmas party?” she asked, gesturing with her hand at the party surrounding them. “The office Christmas party? At the office that I work at?”

“Well hey, sugar, with tits like those…” he began, giving her a half smile, but then he finally glanced away from those stunning brown eyes and saw the shocked faces around him.

“What?” he asked, raising his hands. “I mean, just look at these bad boys!”

Nobody said anything, they just looked at him. He turned towards her again and wiggled her eyebrows.

“Sorry lady, I'm just being honest,” he said. “I'm just being me. I look at that ass, and I think, ‘this lady doesn't need to work here!’ I'm just saying, you are a dime. Marry a rich guy, and you're set for life!”

Ellie did not reply. She just stared at him, that polite cheerful smile still on her beautiful face. Blake cocked his head, giving her a quizzical look. Around him, people still stood in silence. A woman watched with her hand covering her mouth, her eyebrows raised. A man stared at the floor, his teeth bared in a grimace. The silent seconds ticked on, and then, finally, Ellie spoke.

“What's your name?”

“I'm Blake,” he replied. He held out his hand.

She did not take it.

“You're new here, Blake, aren't you,” she said, still giving him that heart warming smile.

“Yes, actually, I am,” he said. “I just started last week.”

He slowly lowered his hand, frowning at her, but still keeping that half smile on his face.

“Which department do you work for?” she asked, raising her hot cocoa to her lips. Her brown eyes remained on his, unmoving.

“IT,” he replied. “Um, are you not gonna shake my hand? Isn't that a little rude, miss?”

“IT...” she repeated slowly, and she licked her lips as she brought her mug away from her mouth. “That's interesting.” Her gaze moved up and down his entire body. “You don’t seem like the type.”

“Oh yeah,” he said, raising his eyebrow. It was a little weird that she didn't shake his hand, but he had to admit, this woman was outrageously sexy. The way her lips moved as she spoke, the way she looked at him. He just wanted to bend her over one of the office desks and wrap his fingers around those brown locks of hair while he investigated if that ass was as fun as it looked. “What would you peg me as?”

“Delivery driver,” she said simply.

“Ouch,” he said, leaning away from her. He let out a chuckle. She didn't.

“Are you enjoying the party, Blake?” she asked. And she took a step towards him.

Some of the people that were watching got chills. Not all, but some. Some had learned to recognize the look appearing in her eyes, a look which was best described as predatory excitement. That winning smile lighting up her face looked friendly. But it wasn't.

“Well, the party was okay,” Blake replied, looking over her chest, hips, and legs, “but now that I've seen you, it just got a lot better.”

“I'm glad,” Ellie said, giving him one of those charming smiles everyone in the office loved so much.

“You never told me your name,” he said, pointing at her.

She patted him on the shoulder.

“See you around, buddy,” she said, and with that, she walked off.

Blake watched her for a moment, and then he scoffed to himself.

“See you around, buddy?” he repeated. “What the hell? What a bitch!”

He looked at the guys around him. They wouldn't meet his gaze. One stared at the floor, his lips pressed together, his eyebrows raised. The other looked at the ceiling, scratching the back of his head. He at least expected an angry reaction from the woman around him, but they looked just as uncomfortable as the guys, none of them able to look him in the eyes. He felt like someone who had just been diagnosed with a terminal illness.

Blake scoffed again and walked off, deciding to get some more eggnog.

The rest of the Christmas party went on uneventfully. Blake hit on some more women, but he didn't have much success. Still, he caught glimpses of Ellie as she moved around the party, captivating the attention of everyone around her, so it wasn't all bad.

The eggnog wasn't very strong, but by the end of the party, he had had enough to be a little buzzed.

People were starting to leave. Blake tried hitting on a few more women, but they had all pretty much turned him down, so he decided he would go too.

He made his way to the office wardrobe and picked up his coat and scarf. He put the jacket on and wrapped the scarf around his neck before feeling his pockets for his keys.

He turned and looked around at the office one final time before heading to the elevators. There were just a handful of people left, including the beautiful woman with the reindeer antlers from earlier. Ellie sat on one of the desks, nodding as she listened to something another guy was telling her. She looked beyond beautiful. Still stunning, still cheerful, still with her charming smile, despite the lateness of the hour.

Oh well, Blake decided. He would try to fuck her later. He turned and headed to the elevators.

The elevator made its way downwards, full of people murmuring about how great the party was, and about how Ellie did such a good job setting it up. Blake stood quietly in the corner of the elevator. His mind was already on the fleshlight in his drawer, and he already knew who he would be thinking about.

Soon, he was walking through the gently falling snow outside. His mind had fully moved on from the party. It was now focused on Ellie, and what it would feel like to thrust himself into that perfect mouth of hers, spraying his cum down her throat.

“Hey. Hey!”

Halfway to his car, Blake stopped and looked behind him.

A beautiful woman was trotting up to him. Blake didn't think she was a dime like Ellie, but she was still beautiful. She had long flowing brown hair, straight out of a shampoo commercial, tumbling down from her beanie to the middle of her back. Even though she was bundled up with mittens, a scarf, and a large coat, he could tell that her body was attractive enough, and her large brown eyes gave her the look of a Disney princess.

“Hey,” she breathed when she caught up to him, and she took a moment to catch her breath. A light vapor puffed out of her mouth with every exhale.

“Hi,” Blake said.

“Hey,” she repeated, and a friendly grin appeared on her face, revealing the deep dimples in her cheeks. “I’m Vanessa. You're… Blake, right? You're the new IT guy?”

“Yeah, I'm the IT guy,” he said. Maybe he would get some tonight after all…

“Oh, perfect,” she said, closing her eyes with relief. “I've been looking all over for you!”

She opened her eyes and took a step closer to him.

“So, here's the thing, Blake,” she said, and she shyly looked away, glancing at the asphalt before looking up at him again. “I need some… help… with my… computer.”

“You need help with your computer?” Blake repeated.

She nodded, still looking a little shy.

“Right now?” he asked.

She bit her bottom lip. Her eyes remained fixed on his as she nodded again, slowly. Then he saw a corner of her mouth twitch upwards.

Bingo, thought Blake.

“Right on,” he smiled, and she grinned back at him, an excited giggle escaping from her mouth. She started turning back towards the office building.

“You wanna come up and help me?” she asked, putting a suggestive emphasis on the word “help.”

“Yeah, let's go,” he said, and he started following her back to the building.

There was an excited bounce in her walk, and he looked down at her ass as she walked in front of him, enjoying the view her jeans provided him immensely.

Soon enough, he was in the elevator with her. She kept shooting him suggestive looks as the elevator moved upwards. It was a little on the nose, but he thought it was kind of cute.

“How long have you been having problems with your computer?” he asked, giving her a knowing look.

“Since I first saw you tonight,” she replied giving him a sideways glance. He raised his eyebrow.

The doors slid open. Vanessa happily sprung out of the elevator, but Blake only took a few steps before pausing.

There were still people in the office. He wondered where Vanessa was planning on going with him. The bathrooms maybe? He looked over at her, but she didn't seem fazed. She still had a look of excitement on her face, and motioned for him to follow her, so he did.

She marched deeper into the office. The lights had been dimmed, and it was a little darker than it had been during the party. He looked up from the shapes of her cute buttcheeks under her jeans and glanced around at the other people there.

There was one woman he didn’t recognize, sitting on one of the tables. She was a little on the shorter and skinnier side, with short but stylish black hair and dark eyes. She was dressed as a typical Christmas elf, with the tights and the pointy shoes and everything, and a red and green vest with matching booty shorts.

The other two he did recognize. They stood next to the short haired girl, speaking together. He had gotten rejected by one of them after he had approached Ellie. She had curly but neat strawberry blonde hair and fair skin and blue eyes. Her face was cute, with a small nose covered in freckles, and her eyes had an innocent look to them that he liked. Aside from that, he didn't think she was anything special, except for her ass. Even with her puffy green Christmas sweater, her high waisted jeans showed off a pair of two large powerful buttcheeks, right above her incredibly thick thighs. She looked like the type of girl who had no idea how hot she was. He liked that about her. He remembered her saying her name was Deborah.

Deborah spoke to another woman, who wore a Santa hat with fluffy reindeer antlers attached to it. She was still wearing that tantalizingly thin button down blouse, as well as that deliciously tight striped skirt, and her long Christmas socks. Ellie leaned against the desk the black haired woman was sitting on, so engrossed in her conversation with Deborah that she didn't look over when Vanessa and Blake approached them.

Blake hung back, staying a little behind Vanessa as she neared Ellie, wondering what Vanessa was doing. Maybe she was just saying hi? He didn't really mind that much, as he got to admire Ellie’s perfectly sculpted face as well as the beautiful light bronze skin of her legs one more time.

The three women that Blake and Vanessa were approaching were hanging out by a cluster of desks, and it was this cluster that Vanessa walked up to. She stood by one of the desks and turned to face Blake.

He raised his eyebrows at her. She smiled at him.

“Here it is,” she said cheerfully, gesturing at one of the computers sitting on the desk.

“That's your computer?” he asked. She nodded happily. He closed his eyes and held up his hand. “Wait, so you actually need me to fix your computer? Like, you were serious about that?”

“Of course!” she chirped. She hopped onto the desks, sitting next to her keyboard. A hint of a frown appeared on her face. “Wait… what did you think I meant?”

He heard a snicker nearby him and turned his head. Ellie and Deborah were still focused on their discussion, but the black haired girl had squeezed her eyes shut and held her hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking with laughter. He sighed and turned to look at Vanessa, who was still peering innocently at him with her Disney princess eyes.

“What do you mean what did I think you meant?” he said. “You came up to me after a party, at midnight, asking for me to come ‘fix your computer,’ when I could just do that after the holidays, how does that not mean you didn't want to fu-”

“It won't start,” Vanessa interrupted, swinging her legs back and forth as she sat on her desk. She gave him a huge smile. “I'd really appreciate it if you could just take a look. Also, the computer tower is making a really weird sound, could you figure out what that is?”

Blake stared at her in disbelief. She stared back at him, smiling happily, swinging her legs. He sighed.

“I don’t hear anything,” he said eventually.

“No, just-” she started, and then she paused, gesturing at her computer. “You need to come closer, Blake. It's a very quiet sound.”

“You said your computer won't start,” he said, frowning at her. “How can it be making noise if it's not on, Vanessa?”

“Don't ask me!” she replied, her eyes widening as she shrugged. “I'm not the IT guy, that's your department! All I know is that it's not working.”

Blake sighed again. He stepped closer to the computer.

“I still don't hear anything,” he said.

“No, you need to put your head next to it,” Vanessa said, rolling her eyes.

“You want me to get on my hands and knees and crawl under your desk?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “Don't you get trained for this or something?”

Blake made sure to sigh as loudly as he could before stepping closer to the desk. He looked to his left. Ellie was leaning against the desk just two or three feet away from him. God her ass looked amazing pressed against the edge of the table like that. The things he wanted to do to her…

He refocused his attention on Vanessa's computer and got down on his knees. He still couldn't hear anything. He moved his head closer, placing his hands on the carpeted floor of the office, but he still couldn't hear a sound.

Deborah was laughing at something Ellie was saying, her hand covering her mouth. But then Ellie stopped midsentence.

A smile was frozen on her face as she lifted her rear off of the desk, moving it towards her left. The cheerful expression remained on Vanessa's face as she looked from Blake to Ellie.

prrllbt

Ellie grunted, placing her hands on her hips and moving her ass even closer to Blake.

brrrrp

fffRrrRRRTT

“Ahhh, that's nice,” she sighed, closing her eyes.

Blake remained on his hands and knees frozen with shock. Did this woman just fart on him?

“Listen Ellie, I get what you're saying,” Deborah said, as if nothing had happened, “but the sixth book is the best, hands down. It always has been.”

“Um, excuse me?” Blake said, his voice indignant. “Lady? Did you just fart on-”

“I never said the sixth book wasn't the best book,” Ellie interrupted, looking down as she adjusted her blouse. “All I'm saying is…”

Blake watched those beautiful legs step closer to him. He sat up, leaving from under the desk, and watched as Ellie started to turn around, until her ass was pointed at him.

“...the third movie is clearly the superior movie,” she continued, and she started to bend over, running her hands over her thighs.

Blake was at a loss. He didn't understand what was going on. He watched Ellie bend over, the shapes of her perfect buttcheeks becoming more and more pronounced under her skirt.

Then the smell hit him.

As Ellie had farted from a short distance, the smell hadn't reached him immediately. But it did now. It smelled like a typical fart, with hints of carne asada mixed in, except it was incredibly strong for farts that small. He wrinkled his nose, doing his best to breathe in the soiled air.

“Are you sure about that?” Deborah said, cocking her head. “I really liked the last movie… the seventh? The eighth?”

“Hey!” Blake exclaimed. “Lady, I'm doing something down here! Please watch where you're-”

bbrrrblllrrggrr-

Another carne asada fart spewed from the round buttcheeks just inches away from Blake's nose, interrupting him in the middle of his sentence. It started out bubbly and incredibly gross, and the sound of her fart alone made Blake fall on his back and scramble away.

-rvvvvvllrrppttppbpbpvvvrrt-

The fart continued on, slowly growing louder and louder. Ellie bent her knees and curled her hands into fists, squeezing her eyes shut, and Blake stared in horror at the gorgeous but deadly ass that was still pointed at him. As she continued farting, she bent her elbows, bringing her fists into her chest, and grunted.

-BBBRRUMMPAAARRTT

She forced the last of her fart out with a mighty push, and it tore from her mouthwatering bubble butt in a roar that didn't match the beautiful woman producing it.

“Oh shit,” she sighed, her face glowing with one of those charming smiles.

This time, the smell hit Blake almost immediately. The beefy potato stench filled his nostrils, overwhelming him. It smelled like someone had poured a shipping container full of oily month old carne asada fries onto a pile of toxic garbage. He was stunned. He couldn't think.

Ellie straightened up, a casual smile on her face as if nothing was happening.

“I mean, sure, that one's good too,” she said, reaching up and adjusting her reindeer antlers. “But come on, Deborah, it's not even close.”

Blake couldn't believe what was happening. This was definitely one of the weirder things he had seen at this job. None of this made an sense to him. How was it possible for a woman like Ellie, a perfect woman, to fart the way she did? Was he hallucinating this whole thing? Did someone spike his eggnog?

He opened his mouth to say something, but then Vanessa's foot collided with the side of his head.

“Oww!” he cried, and he looked over at her. She was still sitting on the desk, her feet swinging back and forth. “Did you just kick me?”

“Why aren't you fixing my computer?” she asked with a smile, as if she was asking him what he planned to do that weekend.

“Okay, no,” Blake said, and he stood up. “What the hell is going on here?! What are you all doing?”

Vanessa cocked her head, giving him a questioning look. Deborah looked over at him, pulling her curly hair behind her ear. The black haired girl gazed at him with a look of mild surprise on her face.

Ellie's head turned, and her brown eyes met his. The corner of her mouth was curled into one of the most charming smiles he had ever seen. He could just see a glimpse of her perfect teeth.

“Oh hi, Blake,” she said. “How do my farts smell?”

Deborah started snickering like mad, watching Blake with a huge grin on her face.

“Excuse me?” Blake said, his eyes wide. “Look I don't know if this is funny to you, but I think I'm just going to leave.”

“Oh, are you sure? That's too bad,” Ellie said, a disappointed look on her face. She looked over her shoulder at Vanessa. “Vanessa, didn't you need him for something?”

“Oh yeah, he needs to fix my computer,” Vanessa grinned. She looked at Blake, her head still tilted, and her grin grew larger. “I can’t figure out why he hasn't done it yet…”

Ellie turned back to look at him. There was something about her eyes that made his face feel warm, and as she looked at him, that perfect smile grew.

“Hey Blake, you wanna fix her computer?” she asked him. “Seems like she needs your help. You better come back over here.”

She was standing with her hands clasped in front of her, and as he looked at her, he was reminded of how incredibly round her ass was. It was a marvel. Her side was facing him, but she had turned just a little so that her ass was pointing in his direction. She seemed to be displaying her hindquarters in an almost proud way as she smiled sweetly at him.

He would've wanted to put his face near her ass again, but he didn't want to get farted on.

“You all might think farting in someone's face is funny, but I don't like this at all,” he said, taking a step back. “So I'm going to leave. God, this is so weird.”

He made to turn around and go, but then Ellie spoke.

“Blake…” she said.

And there was something about her voice when she said his name, something he couldn't explain. Her voice had a power to it, a commanding quality. At the same time, there was also something soothing in her voice, something loving. Something motherly.

Without understanding why, he took a step towards her. And then another.

“Ah ah ah…” Ellie said. She raised her chin slightly, her eyes narrowing, smiling like a child about to open their first Christmas present.

There was a silence as he looked at her, unsure of what to do.

“Crawl,” she commanded.

Blake stared at her in disbelief. This woman might be the sexiest creature he had ever seen, but there was no way he was going to crawl towards her butt, especially not after the way she had just been farting.

“Crawl,” she repeated, her voice more soothing, more powerful, more sweet, more deadly. Her smile grew. If the context was taken away, the excitement in Ellie's eyes might have looked adorable.

She wiggled her hips from side to side, and after Blake saw the way her captivating buttcheeks moved, he found that he couldn't resist the woman standing in front of him.

He got down to his hands and knees, looking from her gorgeous face, with those eyes and those cheekbones, to that gorgeous ass, two beautiful mounds of flesh and muscle. No matter what manner of disgusting things came out of it, it was still the most beautiful butt he had ever seen.

The expression on Ellie’s face as she watched him get down to his hands and knees actually made him feel kind of good. He liked that he was making her happy. Then he mentally shook himself. What was he thinking?

Still, he started to crawl towards her. Ellie's mouth opened and she placed a hand on her chest, as if she was watching a puppy perform a trick.

“Good boy,” she said, her eyes making him feel like his soul was melting. She turned and looked at Deborah. “Look at this! Isn't he a good boy?”

Deborah nodded, staring at Blake with an amazed expression on her face.

He crawled closer to Vanessa's computer, keeping his eyes on Ellie's hindquarters as he drew closer and closer to her.

“No matter how rude they are,” Ellie said, and she looked down at him. “They're always good boys on the inside.”

His face was right next to her ass. He thought he could physically feel the power radiating from her two thick buttcheeks. Everything about them was perfection, including her incredible thighs. It was really the combination of her ass and legs that drove Blake crazy, they complimented each other so well.

He was about to crawl past her, but then he felt her fingers grab a handful of her hair.

“Now, Blake,” she said, holding his head in place. “You may have already figured this out, but Vanessa didn't bring you here to fix computers.”

He stared at the way her striped skirt clung to her two buttcheeks, feeling both desire and fear.

“What do you think you're here to do?” she asked.

He took a deep breath, still breathing in the faint fumes from her last explosive fart.

“I don’t know what you want from me,” he said.

“That's okay, I'll tell you,” she said. “I want you to continue being a good boy, continue what you're doing right now. I love this, you're doing great. So keep doing that.”

She shook his head a little, tugging at his hair.

“Meanwhile,” she said, “I definitely overate tonight. So many plates of carne asada. I just couldn't get enough. Now, my booty might be pretty, but I can rip some pretty mean farts. You've probably discovered that already. So while you're being a good boy, I'll just be letting all of this gas inside of me go, pushing my farts out right into your face.”

Blake frowned. Gas? Farts in his face? Was this really happening to him?

“I feel some good ones coming,” Ellie continued, grimacing. “They're not going to smell good! Oh, and I should warn you, they're not going to taste good either. And you're going to be able to taste these farts, believe me.”