Kimberley was the boss of a small production company, but she had a dirty little secret that she loved to indulge in when she got home. Every night, after work was done and the lights were out, she would change into a pair of her sexiest jeans and call up her personal slave. She had him kneel in front of her, his head pressed tightly against her ass cheeks, as she enjoyed a good long facesitting session.
Kimberley loved the feeling of power that came from sitting on her slave's face. It was almost as if she could feel him quivering in anticipation of what she might do next. She had trained him well over the years, and now he knew exactly what she wanted from him. He was always eager to please, always waiting for her command to begin servicing her needs.
Tonight, Kimberley decided to push him a little further. As she straddled his head, her mouth curving into a wicked smile, she heard him gasp anxiously. "Close your eyes, slave," she commanded softly. "Focus on my scent." She breathed deeply, taking in the air around her and releasing it slowly, savoring the way it filled his senses. Her fingers trailed along his anxious jawline before diving into his dark hair as she leaned back against him, granting him access to her tight, meshed jeans.
Her ass was just fantastic - a round, perky globe that was perfect for rubbing against his face. Usually this loser didn't deserve to be so near her gorgeous ass, but tonight he was lucky. Kimberley had taken a liking to him lately, and she couldn't help but treat him to little luxuries like this. She allowed him to enjoy the soft texture of the denim against his skin as she rocked her hips gently from side to side.
As she felt herself growing aroused by the attention, Kimberley began to groan softly, letting her slave know that he was doing a good job. His tongue sought out her entrance, dancing around the edge and teasing her with its cool touch. She bit her lip, trying not to moan too loudly as the sensation grew more intense.
Finally, when she could stand it no longer, Kimberley lifted herself off his face with a soft cry of disappointment. "That's enough for now," she murmured, leaning forward to press her warm breath against his cheek. "You've been a good slave. Go get me a glass of wine, and maybe I'll consider letting you pleasure me further tonight."
With a final squeeze of his shoulder, Kimberley stood up and walked away, leaving her servant on his knees, panting heavily and already dreaming of what might come next. The tension in the room was palpable as he scrambled to his feet and scurried off to carry out her orders. Who knew what she would demand next? But one thing was certain: he was more than willing to do whatever it took to please his mistress.
