Boss Girls Productions - Angry Jill - Jeanssitting

Jill was fuming as she stormed into her living room, her normally cheerful demeanor replaced by a tight scowl. She glared at her slave, who cowered in fear beneath her gaze. He knew he had disappointed her, but he hadn't meant to! Feeling a twinge of sympathy, he tried to come up with an apology, but it died on his tongue as soon as he saw the riding crop in her hand.

Jill quickly marched over to where he was sitting and yanked his jeans down, revealing his bare ass beneath. "You call this cleaning?" she growled, kicking him hard in the side. "I told you to do everything, didn't I?" She raised the riding crop threateningly, and he whimpered in fear. "Well, your punishment is simple," she purred menacingly, "jeanssitting."

Without further explanation, Jill straddled his chest, her pussy positioned inches above his face. She grabbed the waistband of her jeans and slowly slid them down, revealing her plump ass cheeks and the thin strip of cotton between them. "That's it, slave," she commanded. "Start worshipping your mistress's ass." She moaned softly as he lapped at her cleft, his tongue tracing the sensitive folds there. "Oh yes, that's it," she encouraged him, pressing herself deeper into his face.

Jill leaned back, bracing herself against the armrest of the couch, and spread her legs wide. Her ass was presented to him, begging for attention. With one hand, she guided his head towards her ass, and with the other, she began to stroke his cock through his jeans. "You'll learn to never disappoint me again," she promised. "You'll learn to love every inch of your mistress's perfect ass." And with that, she began to grind her hips against his face, her ass cheeks slapping against his chin and cheeks in a rhythmic cadence.

As she moved, her breathing grew increasingly labored, and he could feel her pussy dripping with excitement against his face. He moaned into her ass, unable to contain himself as she continued to stroke his cock through his jeans, teasing him mercilessly. Finally, she reached down and yanked his jeans and boxers off in one swift move, freeing his cock from its confines. She leaned forward and took it deep into her mouth, sucking it eagerly as she continued to grind against his face.

Suddenly, she pulled back, releasing his cock and pressing him back into the couch. "On your belly," she ordered, and he quickly complied. She mounted him from behind, taking his cock in hand and guiding it towards her ass. "You're going to fuck your mistress's ass," she panted. "And you're going to love every second of it."

With a quick thrust, she sank her ass down onto his cock, letting out a moan of satisfaction. She began to piston her hips back and forth, grinding her ass against his cock as she took him deep inside her. He could feel her tightness squeezing around him, and he marveled at how much power she had over him. "Fuck your mistress's ass," she growled, urging him to move. "Make your mistress feel your cock inside her."

As he began to thrust up into her ass, he felt himself losing control. The sensation of her hot, tight ass wrapped around his cock was too much for him. He moaned loudly, filling her ass with his seed as he came inside her. Jill leaned forward and kissed the back of his neck, her breath hot against his skin. "That's a good slave," she purred, letting her weight collapse onto his back. "Now clean yourself up and let's see if you can do your job properly tomorrow."

As he lay there, exhausted but satisfied, he couldn't help but wonder what other punishments his mistress had in store for him. He knew he'd be anxious to find out, eager to please her in any way she saw fit.