Boss Girls Productions - Asshole - I\m sitting on your face

Mistress Jenny was in her element today. As she strutted into the room, her gaze fell on her helpless slave kneeling before her. A smile curled across her lips as she surveyed him, knowing his fate was sealed. "So you like having me sit on your face, huh?" Mistress Jenny sneered down at him, her perfume filling the air. It was a scent he knew all too well - it drove him wild with desire mixed with fear. "Well, today I'm feeling especially generous... I'll let you have your way with my asshole." Her words sent shivers down his spine. Her asshole was sacred to her; she had never let anyone else even come close to it. This was an honor he didn't deserve, but one he would eagerly accept nonetheless. He looked up at her, his eyes brimming with anticipation and fear. "But," she continued, her voice a low growl, "it's not like you're even worthy of being inside me, so you'll just have to smell it." With that, she lowered herself down onto the coffee table in front of him, positioning her perfect ass inches from his face. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, and the musky scent of her arousal was almost enough to make him cum right then and there. "Now," she said, her voice cold as ice, "shut up and smell my ass, asshole." And so he did. He didn't want to, but he couldn't help it. He breathed in her scent, letting it fill his nostrils, his mind. Her asshole was the center of his world, and he would do anything to please her. As he sat there, his nose buried in her ass, he felt her begin to move. Her hips thrust upwards, driving her asshole towards his face. He could feel the warmth envelop him, and the temptation to reach out and touch her was almost too much to bear. But he didn't dare. Instead, he let her control him. Let her thrust her hips as she pleased, feeling her power over him grow with every passing moment. The feeling of her asshole against his face was intoxicating, and he revelled in this fear-laced ecstasy. As the minutes passed by, Mistress Jenny's breathing became ragged. It was clear she was close to climaxing. His own arousal was almost unbearable, but he knew better than to touch himself. This was her show, and he would watch it play out before him. Finally, with a guttural moan, she came. Her orgasmic shudders wracked her body as she ground her asshole against his face. He felt her juices dripping down onto his tongue, and he couldn't help but taste her. As she finally collapsed onto the table, spent, she looked down at him. "You're so lucky," she breathed, her voice still shaky with pleasure, "to have such an asshole all to yourself." With that, she stood up, her perfect ass still swaying before him. "Now get up," she ordered, "and clean yourself off. You have a big day ahead of you, my asshole slave." And so he did. He stood up, trying to wipe away the taste of her asshole from his mouth, wondering when he would get the chance to taste it again. This was his life now - to worship her asshole, to be her personal toilet brush. Despite the humiliation, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of fulfillment. For this was his purpose, his destiny - to be an asshole in her world.