Boss Girls Productions - Loser becomes an ass smeller

Boss Girls Productions - Loser becomes an ass smeller

When you're at the bottom of the totem pole, there's nowhere to go but up...or down. In this case, our poor loser found himself face-to-ass with the gorgeous Zoe, and he had no choice but to do as she pleased. She had always been a dominant figure in their workplace, and this was just another way for her to assert her power over him. She straddled him, her pungent jeans clad ass right in his face, and he knew that from now on, this was going to be his new normal.

Zoe giggled as she watched him squirm under her weight. "That's what you get for being such a loser," she taunted him. "You're going to have to learn your place around here, and I happen to enjoy a good ass-smelling session now and then." She leaned down further, forcing his nose into the crease between her cheeks and her jeans. "Breathe deep, loser. That's the smell of victory."

Feeling her warmth against his face, our poor protagonist couldn't help but feel aroused despite the humiliating situation. He took a tentative whiff, trying not to gag on the pungent aroma wafting up from Zoe's ass. It wasn't the most pleasant scent in the world, but there was something about it that was oddly intoxicating. As he breathed deeper, he could feel his cock hardening against his pants.

Zoe sensed his arousal and smirked down at him. "I see you like it after all, huh?" she purred. With that, she leaned back slightly, giving him just enough room to speak. "Please don't make me do this," he managed to squeak out between gulps of air. "I'll do anything you want, just don't make me smell your ass all the time."

Zoe chuckled darkly at his plea. "Oh, you'll do as I say, loser," she growled seductively. "But don't worry, I'll let you enjoy yourself every now and then." And with that, she lowered herself onto him once more, his nose buried deep in her jeans-clad ass as she began grinding against him.

As she rode him, our protagonist could feel the heat and the scent of her ass filling his nostrils. It was both repulsive and arousing at the same time, and he found himself lost in the sensation. Zoe reveled in his submission, her dominant side coming out in full force as she rode him like a ******slave*. Despite the humiliation, he couldn't help but crave more of her ass-riding dominance.

From that day forward, Zoe made sure our protagonist knew his place. Every day, she would find a new way to humiliate him and remind him that he was nothing compared to her. Sometimes she would force him to lick her boots clean, or kneel before her while she gave orders. Other times, she would ride his face, grinding her pussy against his lips and making him taste her cum. But no matter what she did, there was always the underlying scent of her ass on his lips and in his nostrils, a constant reminder of where he truly belonged.