Boss Girls Productions - Smell my revenge, asshole!

Welcome to Boss Girls Productions, where bold and assertive women like myself take control of situations and men with our scintillating scat fetish. Today's story revolves around someone who thought he could get away with treating me poorly, but little did he know, I had a plan for revenge that would make him regret every sneer and snide remark he had ever made.

I was livid after everything that had transpired between us. Ariel, our mutual coworker, had talked me into coming to him with a solution to our problem instead of going to HR. Well, let me tell you – his "solution" was none other than trying to force me into bed with him! As if I would ever let that happen! I stormed out of his office, vowing revenge on his pathetic, misogynistic behind.

And so, here I am now – sitting on his face like a queen on her throne. My jeans-covered ass is positioned perfectly above his nose, allowing him to inhale my scent with every breath he takes. He seems to be struggling beneath me, but I couldn't care less. This is exactly what he deserves for trying to assault me and belittle me in the workplace.

I can feel his hot breath against my crack, and I take a moment to enjoy the sensation. He's trying to apologize, no doubt about it, but his words are falling flat. I won't accept his pathetic attempts at making amends now – it's far too late for that. Instead, I decide to ramp up the intensity of my revenge.

Moving my hips slightly, I grind down on his face, feeling his nose and mouth compress beneath the weight of my jeans-covered cheeks. I lean forward slightly, pushing him away with one hand while keeping him pinned down with the other. "Smell my revenge, asshole!" I growl, reveling in the power I hold over him. I could stay like this for hours, grinding into his face until he begs for mercy, but instead, I decide to switch things up a bit.

Dropping one knee onto the floor, I pull my jeans down just enough to expose my bare bottom to him. "Here," I say, slapping his cheek with the cold, hard material of my jeans. "Use that mouth to do what it was meant for - to taste and worship the ass that's been treating you like trash all these years."

His face turns beet red as he realizes what I'm implying. "No," he says, shaking his head feebly. "Please, don't make me do that." But I know he will – I can feel it in his voice. And so, with one last smirk of satisfaction, I lean back and enjoy the show as he starts worshipping my butt with his mouth, breathing in my scent and tasting my revenge.