Boss Girls Productions - Anastasia doesnt let him breathe

Anastasia, the boss girl, had a new toy today. Her slave was lying naked on the floor of her office, his face already red from the many times she had sat on it earlier that day. She was pleased with her new acquisition and had some fun ideas for them. First, she would show him who was in charge here, and second, she would fulfill his deepest desires.

Anastasia mounted her slave once more, pressing her ass firmly against his mouth. He tried to breathe, but she pressed down harder, reveling in the power she had over him. She rode him like a bull, her hips grinding against his face, her breasts jiggling with each move. He squirmed beneath her, but she was in control, and he knew it.

When she finally dismounted, she took a step back to admire her handiwork. The poor man was panting heavily, his face covered in sweat and a thin layer of saliva. She loved how vulnerable he made himself for her amusement. She reached down and grabbed his cock, squeezing it gently before pulling it towards her mouth.

"Did you really think I'd let you escape that easily?" she whispered huskily, her warm breath tickling the tip of his penis. She wrapped her lips around the head and began to suck gently, her tongue tracing circles around his shaft. He moaned softly, unable to tear his eyes away from her.

Anastasia loved having control over another person's body. She sank to her knees and engulfed his entire cock, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could. She teased him, sucking softly then lashing out with her tongue before drawing back into a warm, wet kiss. His eyes rolled back in his head, and she knew she had him right where she wanted him.

Feeling bold, she released him from her mouth and leaned back on her hands, her breasts swaying gently in front of him. "Tell me, slave," she purred, "did you ever imagine you'd be at the mercy of someone like me?" She reached down and grabbed his cock again, stroking it slowly while she waited for his answer.

His response was a low, almost inaudible yes. She laughed softly, enjoying the sweet sound of submission in his voice. She climbed back onto his lap, and this time she straddled him, letting him feel the weight of her body against his. She leaned forward and nipped his earlobe, making him shiver in anticipation.

Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, taking him inside her. He groaned in pleasure as they melded together, their bodies moving in rhythm. She rode him hard, taking control once more, using his own body to bring herself pleasure. They groaned in unison, lost in the moment, their sweat mixing together, their skin slick with perspiration.

As she came down from her orgasm, she looked down at him, seeing the adoration in his eyes. For a moment, she felt guilty, but then she rejected the thought. He was here because he wanted this. She leaned forward and kissed him gently on the forehead, her lips lingering for a moment before pulling away. "Don't worry, slave," she whispered, "this is only the beginning."