Boss Girls Productions - Jule Facesitting

Jule was the boss of her own fetish empire. Her company, Boss Girls Productions, specialized in creating high-quality content for those with niche desires. One of her most popular genres was facesitting, where she would force her submissive partners to worship her derrière. Today, she was preparing a special treat for her user slave.

Dressed in a tight, black latex dress that hugged her curves, Jule strutted into the room where her slave was waiting. He was already kneeling on the floor, his eyes fixed on her ass, which was prominently displayed in the short dress. She smirked, knowing that he loved to admire her behind. "You're such a good boy," she purred, running her fingers through her long, flowing hair.

With a snap of her fingers, Jule commanded her slave to stand. He did so immediately, his heart racing with anticipation. "You're going to use me as your human seat," she announced, letting out a slow breath. "I want you to smell my ass." Before he could respond, she turned around and bent over, presenting her plump behind to him. Her round cheeks were smooth and glistening, covered in just a thin layer of sweat.

The slave couldn't believe his luck. He had dreamt of this moment for so long. With trembling hands, he reached out and gently touched Jule's supple skin. The heat emanating from her ass was incredible, and he instinctively inhaled deeply. The scent of her musky perfume mingled with the slightly sweaty aroma of her skin, filling his nostrils and sending waves of pleasure through his body. "That's right," she whispered, her breath hot against his cheek. "You belong here, under me. Nowhere else."

Jule straightened up, tilting her hips back slightly to better present her ass. "Kiss it," she commanded. The slave closed his eyes, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on her left cheek. He moved up slowly, following the curves of her body, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her upper thighs. Finally, he reached her target, and he pressed his lips firmly against her plump, round cheeks. He began to kiss her ass, soft at first, then with more passion, as if he couldn't get enough of the intoxicating scent and texture.

Jule let out a deep moan, buckling under the sensation. She couldn't believe how aroused she was by her slave's adoration. She wanted to feel him worshipping her in other ways as well. With a sudden movement, she stepped back, pulling her dress up around her waist, revealing her smooth, hairless pussy to him. "Now lick it," she commanded, spreading her legs wider. The slave hesitated for a moment, overcome with lust, but then he leaned forward and reached out with his tongue, tracing the outline of her pussy lips. He could feel the heat emanating from her core, and he knew that he had to make her cum.

Jule groaned, arching her back as she enjoyed the sensation of his tongue on her cooled-down clit. His tongue flicked against her sensitive skin, stimulating her nerves and sending shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe how good it felt, having her submissive partner at her feet, serving her every whim and desire. "That's it," she murmured, reaching down to grab a handful of his hair. "You're such a good boy."

As he continued to lap up her juices, Jule felt the familiar sensation of her orgasm building up inside her. She couldn't hold back any longer. With a scream of pleasure, she came apart, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. The slave kept licking, eager to please his mistress, unaware of the intensity of his own arousal.

Finally, Jule recovered enough to speak. "That was amazing," she panted, leaning against the wall for support. "You really know how to make me cum, slave." She slowly lowered her dress back onto her body, smirking as she looked at her submissive partner, who was still breathing heavily. "Now go back to your place," she commanded, pointing at the corner of the room where he was supposed to kneel. "And remember, you're nothing but a human seat for your mistress." The slave nodded, his heart filled with deep gratitude and admiration for his boss who had just given him the experience of a lifetime.

Jule watched as he crawled to his designated spot and knelt down, his body trembling with excitement. She knew that he would be thinking about this moment for days, maybe even weeks. And when the time was right, she would call him back to serve her again. Because, at Boss Girls Productions, they always made sure that their clients' desires were fully satisfied.

The End.