The Smells of Summer
by Astro

Working a beach is not all that it is cracked up to be. While I worked at the beach, I worked in the pool department. In my department there were two types of employees, the pool staff whose job was to work the pool entrance and clean the locker rooms, and the more superior lifeguards who obviously watched over the pool to make sure everyone was safe, they were paid more and all supervisors were lifeguards. I was a pool staff member.

My name is Kevin and working the pool was a pretty easy laidback job that was an easy paycheck the first couple of summers. I would wake up 10 a.m., roll out of bed, be at work by 11, work an eight hour shift and spend most of my nights partying. Probably the best summer job a college student can ask for. That all changed when Michelle became my new supervisor.

For the first couple years of working at the beach, Michelle treated me better than the other lifeguards and she was just in general a nice person and probably one of the cutest girls on staff. Michelle has beautiful tan skin, long brown hair and a cute ass, really she was the ideal lifeguard. Here’s the thing though Michelle and I went to highschool together and at one point we both thought of each other as friends, until a close friend of mine and her dated and had a pretty bad falling out.

It started with small changes, making me come in early or having me stay late, but I didn’t care I was still getting paid and working favorable hours. Next, she forced me to scrub the public bathrooms, both men and women’s, which wasn’t even part of our department, but I still stayed I wasn’t throwing away a great job because Michelle wanted to force me out.

Now that the rest of the pool staff thought I was in a different department, Michelle decided to change my title to lifeguard. This came as a big surprise to me, the most obvious reason why is because I’m not a lifeguard, not even really that great of a swimmer, and also this means that Michelle thought I deserved a pay raise, maybe she doesn’t hate me after all.

I walk in on my first day as a lifeguard, having no idea what I’m going to do so I sit in Michelle’s office, apparently I’m early.

“Hey Kevin,” Michelle calls after I had been waiting in her office for her for over an hour.

“Hey, so now that I’m a ‘lifeguard’ what am I supposed to do, because you know I’m not certified or anything, right?”

“Oh I know, I just thought you deserved a promotion for all of the hard work you have been doing and I just really wanted to help you out as a friend of mine,” Michelle said. “You’ll mostly just be running errands for me and some of the other lifeguards.”

“Really, I thought you hated me, I expected that this was some plot that you were going to use against me.”

Michelle laughs, “What would make you think that? I’m a professional and I definitely wouldn’t do anything to humiliate you.”

I probably should’ve got out then, but I stayed on for another month, being treated worse and worse everyday, knowing I was only a lifeguard in title. A usual day consisted of me lotioning the girls, bringing them food from the concession stand and any other ridiculous task they could come up with, all while being degraded.

One particular day, I was over this job and this promotion I was ready to quit. So I get to work and I’m ready to to tell Michelle off, but when I arrive at the pool it begins to lightning. When this happens, they have a quick meeting and then usually send the majority of the staff home and the supervisor and three to four other people, never me, stay on in case the pool opens up. I thought this is my chance I’ll quit right after the meeting that way there won’t be a scene.

Michelle address the staff in her office, “...alright so today in case the pool opens we’re going to keep Marisa, Jennifer, Ashley and Kevin on.”

Did she just say my name? This mean I’ll get paid to sit around for the next eight hours, I can always just quit tomorrow, I could care less about all the dirty looks I got for being chosen.

Michelle sent the other girls to get food and say she has a special detail for me, “So what do you have planned for me, Michelle?”

“I’m sorry the way that I and some of the other lifeguards have been treating you the past month, I just can’t bottle up my true feelings for you any longer,” she pulls me close and begins to make out with me. Michelle starts undressing me while I stare at her in the sexy red one-piece bathing suit she's wearing.

Now that I’m undressed she pushes me to the ground and climbs on top of me. “Oh my God, Michelle you are one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever met, I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

Michelle standing over me intimately says, “You can call me princess, because your face is my new throne.” She sits down hard and I struggle to get her off but she doesn’t budge and honestly this is one of the best views I’ve ever had. I begin to get hard and I pray that she doesn’t notice because even though I’m now her chair this is incredibly sexy.

Unluckily for me she notices, “Let’s see if you enjoy this as much after this,” and she pushes a wet fart up my nose. I’m gagging on the smell, but still so turned on as she continues to let out a barrage of farts. “From now on when we work together you’re going to be smelling all of my farts, eat this one,” as another wet bassy fart rattles through my mouth.

“Tell me you love my gas and that you’re my new slave, bitch,” as another fart covers my face.

“Your farts are the best thing I’ve ever smelt, I am happy to be your fart slave, Princess Michelle.”

She laughs as she hears me claim her as my new master, “You made one mistake, you’re not my fart slave, you’re going to be doing a lot more than just that, you will be smelling the other girls farts and eating our shit as well. In fact let me take this bathing suit off so you can have your first meal of the day.”

This was probably my only chance to run and as much as I hated the lifeguards before, their dominance and superiority over me turned me on like no other. I was ready to eat all of the girl’s shit this summer. I was ready to be their bitch.

Michelle, now naked, squatted over my face, “Good boy, you didn’t run; however, you’re still getting shit on, I’ve been waiting for this moment too long.” She farts again as somewhat of an appetizer of my meal. The fart is followed by a six inch piece of shit that smelt worse and tasted like, well, it tasted like shit. But i had accepted my duties from Michelle, she was now my princess, my master, so I chewed her shit and swallowed and waited for more.

“Wow, you were really hungry weren’t you, well I’m no longer holding anything back since my toilet is hungry.” A 12 inch piece falls into my awaiting mouth, half falling on my lips and before I can even begin chewing another 12 inch piece had landed on my nose.

“This is the most empowering thing I’ve ever felt, nothing is as good as having someone lesser than you eat your shit.” She drops a few more pieces on me that are accompanied by some more farts, but I had eaten her entire shit and I was ready for my new life as a toilet.

Michelle, with a giant smirk I might add, says “Now that you’ve had the main course, it’s time for dessert, lick my asshole clean, I want it to be spotless.” So, I eat Michelle’s ass and right as I finish cleaning the last spot of shit and thinking it was all over, I hear the other girls walk in from their trip.

Marisa yells, “My turn!”