Boss Girls Productions - Jeanssitting Amanda

Amanda was a stunningly beautiful young woman with an alluring personality that exuded confidence and dominance. She owned her own fashion production company, 'Boss Girls Productions', and she certainly lived up to the name. Not only was she talented in her craft, but she also had a secret fetish that she enjoyed indulging in - facesitting. Today, Amanda had chosen her personal assistant, Greg, as her willing subject. Greg was a tall, lean man with sharp features and an ever-present look of fear in his eyes when around his boss. He knew better than to displease her, for she had a fierce temper and would not hesitate to punish him. As Greg entered the studio where Amanda was already hard at work, he could feel a nervous pit forming in his stomach. He knew what was coming and could do nothing but brace himself for the inevitable. "Hold still!" Amanda commanded without turning around.

Hearing the familiar tone in her voice, Greg felt his heart race as he slowly approached her. His eyes fell on the perfect round of her ass as she sat on something, his mind filling with dirty thoughts about what she could possibly be sitting on. All he knew was that he was about to find out.

Amanda continued checking her new finger nails, completely unaware of Greg's growing anxiety. She was concentrated on her task at hand, her perfect body relaxing into the slave that was supposed to be underneath her. Greg could feel her warmth envelop him, her ass pressing firmly against his crotch. Without warning, Amanda suddenly stood up, revealing the source of her comfort - it was Greg's shoulders that she had been sitting on! His heart leapt into his throat as he looked up at her, his face flushed with embarrassment and desire.

She smirked down at him, her eyes gleaming with villainous delight. "You may call me Boss," she purred, her voice sending shivers down his spine. With that, she turned back to her work, leaving Greg to ponder on what was yet to come.

As the day went on, Amanda continued to use Greg as both a set and a prop for her photoshoot. She sat on his lap, used him as a human footrest, and even made him lick the floor clean when she spilled some makeup. Through it all, Greg remained silent and obedient, his mind consumed with thoughts of his impending fate and the thrill that came with it. Finally, once her shoots were done, Amanda motioned for Greg to come closer. Her eyes glinted with mischief as she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a tight embrace. "Now it's time for some well-deserved rest," she purred, leading him over to a comfortable couch in the corner of the studio.

Before Greg could react, Amanda had forcefully sat down on him, her soft skin pressing against his rapidly hardening cock. She laughed playfully as he whimpered in pleasure underneath her. "You may call me Boss," she repeated, placing a hand on her hip as she surveyed her creation. The room was bathed in soft lighting, casting shadows across her body and emphasizing her perfect form. Little did Greg know that this was just the beginning of their twisted little game.