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Ping Pong Loser One of the understatements of the century would be to say that Kendra was intense. She's an absolute fireball with hair. Kendra is also the manager to the team where I'm team-lead. Our projection numbers just came in for the month, and even though we destroyed October and November, our December numbers just weren't posting like we thought they would. Our prospects were all giving us the same line about waiting until the New Year for budgets. We stayed late on the Friday before Christmas, everyone else long gone to spend time with their families. "Well what the fuck kind of results are these? How the fuck am I supposed to walk into any meeting and say with a straight face that these were our month-end results. Fuck!" "Relax Kendra," I looked into her steel colored eyes, searching for the person I knew in there. "I'm just too fucking pissed!!!!," Kendra threw a mug at the wall, "And go clean that up. If anyone sees that, they'll shit all over you." "Over me?" "Fuck off. Over us. Whatever. Just go clean it up." "Well what can we do?" "Put a goal in place. Like for me, if I hit goal... What," she looked me up and down, "What can I do if I hit goal?" I smiled, "Anything you want, Kendra." "I'll hold you to that," and just like that, she was back in her work. With Kendra, there was never a please. And when you were done? Never a thank you. She expected your compliance with every request. The dustpan collected the remnants of the broken mug, I think it was sitting on Cynthia's desk, and the "Live. Laugh. Love." (definitely Cynthia's) words were still clear. I walked back over to the desk and saw Kendra doing something I'd never before seen... She was slacking off! "What are you watching, Kendra?" "Just a ping pong video. This guy is great. I've been trying to work on this serve, right here," she went to a particular point in the video and while kneeling next to her, I smelled the shampoo coming off her blonde hair. "Can you actually serve like that?" "What?! You serve me!" "I meant the ping pong serve..." "Oh... I dunno... Not like that just yet," she was sheepish. "Y'know... I'm a pretty good at ping pong." She pulled a paddle out of her desk drawer and we headed for the rec room. -- The rec room gets a ton of use, just not by Kendra or myself. She wasn't wrong when she said that I serve her. It's not anything specific, but I definitely know my place in the pecking order with Kendra. She makes it well known that you're to do what she says. Now, I'm also highly competitive. I will never lose on purpose, so even though I know Kendra wants to win this game, I'm not holding back. She's short, too. At 5'4", she's got a small frame. She started stretching and took off her vest. This showed her great tits and skinny waist. When she turned around to set her vest down on a chair, I couldn't help but check out her butt. Kendra's ass is an absolute work of art. It's bubble shape holds firm and she was showing it off in these tight black faux leather pants. "Volley for serve?" "Ladies first," I said, tossing her the ball. "Alright... Zeroes..." And then we were off. After her serve set, I was easily ahead 4-1. She got lucky on one that I sailed. I was a little rusty, but clearly I was better than her. Kendra screamed "Fuck" at every point she lost. My serve set saw another 4 points come my way. 8-2. 12-3. 15-5. 18-7. "Fuck!!! I'm coming back right here... I'm going to beat you!!! Fuck!" "We'll see..." It was my serve set and she hadn't hit one of my spin serves all day. I put it right on the corner and she absolutely whiffed. Kendra snapped her paddle in two. "FUCK! Ughhhhh!!! I'll just use of the ones we have here. I'm coming back here," Kendra was serious, staring at me and walking across the room to grab a paddle. "It's alright, Kendra. You don't have to win at everything." "I DO win at everything, though! I'll make you eat those fucking words." "You can't make me eat anything, Kendra. I'm going to put you down gently here." "Can't make you eat anything... I'll make you eat my ass! I'll make you eat my shit!" Kendra had her paddle and walked right up to me, craning her neck to look up into my eyes. I met her gaze. "If I win, you have to do it, too. You have to eat my ass. I'll fart the whole fucking time, too. And then, when you think your humiliation can go no deeper, I will make you my fucking toilet." I took pause for a moment. She was very clearly serious. "I don't want to take that bet. I don't really gain anything if I win..." "I'll get that chick from accounting that you like to fuck you. You know that I can do it." My eyes went wide... I literally only had to put two more points on the board while she had fucking Mount Everest to climb... "Deal." The next point went through, and it slammed right on the edge, clipping it and Kendra didn't curse or scream for the first time when she lost a point. "7 serving 20..." And then what happened next is inexplicable... She hit corner after corner, returning fireball shots with precision. She also had her serve working, and it was 15 serving 20 in no time. The next 6 serves were all her, me not even getting a paddle on them. It was 21-20, and I was down... "What the fuck, Kendra?!" "It was the paddle. Serve. Serve to your future master." "Oh come on, don't you think that's----" "Serve the ball, toilet. And then serve me." I didn't like the look in her eyes... The spin serve went right. Her return shot went low. My volley went high, bouncing in a spot where I knew she could really slam it. I waiting to see where she would smash it, backing up. And then.... Dink... A light tap had the ball die at the net. Hitting once. Then twice........ Kendra leapt onto the table, screaming. "YES!!! I KNEW I WOULD COME BACK! I KNEW I WOULD FUCKING WIN!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA," she laughed maniacally, "There's no more clear message than shitting in someone's mouth to tell them, 'I'm better than you.' Ahhhh... But don't worry, slave. I'll start with some good old fashioned ass eating with farts!!!!" Kendra was towering above me on the ping pong table, staring down at me. She spun around, taking two hands and easily brought her pants down. She sat quickly onto my face with confidence that I wouldn't drop her. I found myself grabbing onto her butt cheeks to balance her, squaring her asshole to my nose. She laid a loud, booming fart right up my nose. I lifted her up momentarily and saw her ceramic white butt cheeks bouncing, somewhat hiding her brown hole. It was shaven and stained from a lifetime of shitting, but there was also the day's sweat and maybe remnants of past farts, because her ass smelled AWFUL!!! BLOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUTTTTTT "FUCKING LICK IT, SLAVE! Don't just admire my asshole. I want you paying proper tribute to my bunghole." Kendra, always in control. Always barking orders... "You know, you're kind of like my slave already at work. Want to make this permanent? Just have you as my slave? Forever?" She wiggled her ass cheeks to set her anus down, covering it with my mouth. I licked gently while I awaited this blast. It was a hot force to be reckoned with. SSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUUURRRRRRBBBBTTHHHHHHHHHH "Oh fuck... That was wet. Or did it just sound wet because my asshole has your spit all over it because you're licking my ass like the little slave that you are? Hahahaha!" She laughed as she farted a small BRRRPPP "Let's play a game where I gamble on farts in your mouth! If I take a shit, you lose and I win. If I just fart, you lose and I win. If I don't fart, then the world has ended because I have a ton of gas right now..." Kendra wasted no time and she ripped one again, this one more full of bass. BBBBBBBBBRBRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMM "Oh jesus... That has to taste awful. Just terrible. Here. Use this to get the taste of that out of your mouth." Another fucking fart bomb... BBBBBBAAAAARRRRRROUUUUMMMMPPPPPSSSSTHHHHTTTTTTTSSSSPLURT "Was that the first turd?!?! Was that the first of my poop to go into your mouth?!" Kendra stood up, grabbing my face and opening my mouth, inspecting me as though I were cattle. "Kendra, should we be doing this here?" "Oh shut the fuck up, toilet. God... Keep your mouth closed. It smells like someone's about to take a shit in it." She laughed at her own joke and jumped off the ping pong table. "Alright slave. Let's go somewhere more appropriate." I followed her as we went into the ladies room.... "Lay on your back, slave." I obeyed. Kendra squatted over me and I saw her butt cheeks wiggle just a little. She farted very quietly, the first one that didn't seem like my face would get melted off, but this one stunk a little worse... "Ahhhh... Yes... Here we are...." "Please, Kendra..." "That better be a 'please Kendra shit in my mouth'. I don't want to hear anything negative about this experience." "Please.... Please," I was crying... "Shut up and eat my shit." Kendra looked over her shoulder, guiding her now exposed turd towards my mouth. She had this big, dark brown stool exiting her, aiming at my mouth and I took it in my mouth like the too big first bite of a corndog. I gagged. "If you throw up, I will fire you." It didn't stop me from thinking about it as the rest of her turd emerged from the folds of her anus. I could see her butt cheeks spread out, but I was realistically in the best position to see her anus, not her cheeks. I watched as Kendra eliminated her waste right into my mouth. A big, hard, 7 inch turd was sticking out of my mouth. She snapped a picture of it. "This sucks, Kendra," I tried to say with a mouthful of her shit. "I know how to make you really shut up... Open wide. I've got a friend for ya." She didn't slow down and a wave of hot, stinking, soft serve shit started to cover my face. I was completely covered. Kendra cracked up, recording videos, verbally degrading me, and just all around really fucking with my head... "You're a toilet now, bitch! You're nothing but my fucking toilet! HAHAHAHAHA! Now... EAT!!!!! Eat my shit!!!!" It took me three hours, but I finally got it all down. As I stood up, one piece started to fall off my face, but I grabbed it with my hand so it wouldn't hit the ground. "Wait... What was that you just did?" "I caught your shit with my hand so I could just eat it here without having it hit the floor." "That's it! If we hit goal I can do anything I want, well I want to make you my toilet for next year! Deal?" You can't disagree with Kendra, so... "Deal. Starting on January 1, I'd be your toilet." She wiped her ass with toilet paper and threw it in my face, frantic to run back over to her desk. She typed something out and I saw that our last few business days of the year would actually make us hit goal because she realized, "Don't let the clients take a shit on you. Just push to get the deal in before the first." It worked.... --- As everyone else was getting ready to kiss their lover and watch the ball drop, I was having a turd drop right into my mouth. "Day 1 of 365, baby!!! You're going to be able to tell me what I ate by what my shit tastes like at the end of the year. Oh yeah! They gave me a raise and I told them that you wouldn't want a bonus, so I just put that into my paycheck too. Thanks for the inspiration, toilet slave!" She's brutal and ruthless, but at least we're on the same team. Oops! Almost missed one of her turds there! Better make sure I focus. Later, fellow slaves! |
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