Boss Girls Productions - Smell my ass (SD Video)

The door of the office opened, and in walked Mistress Svenja, the boss of the company. She was a tall, sultry woman with long legs and a round, perky ass that seemed to be calling out to someone to smell it. Her brunette hair was pulled up in a bun, revealing her slightly pointed ears that showed she had an adventurous side. She exuded confidence as she strutted towards her desk, her high heels clacking against the hardwood floor. As she sat down, she glanced over at her assistant, Jason, who was cowering in the corner of the room. He had been with the company for years but was always treated like a lowly servant by Mistress Svenja. She sneered at him and crossed her legs, displaying her ass prominently. "Jason," she said in a bored tone, "you're a hopeless loser. All you do is slobber over my ass and dream about smelling my farts." Jason felt a twinge of excitement course through his veins despite himself. He had always fantasized about worshipping Mistress Svenja's luscious behind, and it seemed like she was finally offering him a chance to do so. "Yes, Mistress," he croaked out, his voice breaking with fear and anticipation. "Good," she said, standing up and strolling over to where Jason was huddled. "Take a deep breath, slave," she purred as she bent down and pressed her ass directly into his face, cutting off his air supply momentarily. "Now," she commanded, her voice dripping with contempt, "smell my ass." Jason hesitated for only a moment before inhaling deeply, the scent of Mistress Svenja's ass filling his nostrils. It was sweet and musky, with just a hint of something offensive—but to Jason, it was intoxicating. He moaned softly as he savored the aroma that seemed to be coming straight from Mistress Svenja's tight, little asshole. Satisfied with his response, Mistress Svenja straightened up and grabbed hold of Jason's hair, pulling him to his feet. "Alright, slave," she said coolly, "it's time for a little facesitting session. You're going to get a taste of my full-weight ass right across your pathetic mug." Jason trembled in anticipation as Mistress Svenja led him over to her big leather sofa, which was situated perfectly in front of her desk. She pushed him down onto the sofa, face-first, and then straddled him, sitting down hard on his chest. "That's it, slave," she purred, "time to breathe in some more of my ass." With that, Mistress Svenja lowered her behind until it was mere inches from Jason's face, and then she grinded her hips back and forth, bouncing her ass up and down on his face. The weight of her body was crushing him, but he couldn't help but feel an intense wave of pleasure spread through his body as he was forced to worship her ass. She rode him for what felt like hours, moving into different positions to maximize the discomfort and pleasure for both herself and Jason. Occasionally, she leaned back and watched with glee as he fought for air underneath her massive ass. Finally, she decided she'd had enough. With a triumphant sneer, Mistress Svenja stood up, leaving Jason panting and exhausted on the floor. "You're such a pathetic excuse for a man," she scoffed, "but at least you know your place." She turned her back on him and walked towards her desk, leaving Jason to lick his lips and vow that he would do anything to please his mistress again.