Boss Girls Productions Presents: Bright Red Face Under Her Ass
It was late at night, and the office was quiet. Most of the employees had gone home, except for the unsuspecting slave. His Mistress, Bratty Jenny-Nina, had other plans for him. She walked into the room with a mischievous smile spread across her face.
Jenny-Nina was the boss's daughter and had always enjoyed playing mind games with the staff. The slave, oblivious to her real intentions, stood by her desk, waiting for instructions.
"Sit," she commanded.
The slave did as he was told, his heart racing. He knew this was going to be something out of the ordinary. She walked around the desk, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. As she approached him from behind, he could feel her body heat radiating against his skin.
"Now," she whispered seductively, "let's play a new game."
Without warning, she slammed her ass down onto his face. He gagged on the unexpected sensation of her ass against his mouth and nose, but he couldn't move. She had him pinned beneath her, controlling every breath he took.
"Mmm... this is going to be fun," she giggled evilly, her voice echoing in his ears.
Her ass was perfect, round and firm, jiggling slightly with each of her movements. She sat there for what felt like an eternity, just enjoying the power she had over the slave. Finally, she lifted her ass off his face and stood up. He tried to catch his breath, his face flushing bright red from the intensity of the experience.
"That was just a warm-up," she smirked, pulling him to his feet by his collar.
She led him over to a massage table, positioning him so that his head hung off one end and his legs dangled over the other. Then, with a wicked smile, she climbed onto the table, straddling him.
"Now," she purred, "I'm going to do whatever I want with you."
She raised her ass high in the air, teasing him before lowering it down onto his face. The weight of her body pressed him into the table, holding him in place. She moved up and down on him, their breaths mingling as he tried desperately to breathe through the confinement of her ass.
Each thrust sent shockwaves through him, both erotically and physically. His face grew even redder, and he could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building inside him. Jenny-Nina continued to ride him, her hips gyrating in time with some hidden rhythm only she could hear.
Finally, she pulled away, leaving the slave gasping for air. She stood up, admiring her handiwork as she traced her finger along his red, swollen face.
"Now, that was fun," she chuckled, turning on her heel and walking away.
The slave lay there, his mind reeling from the experience. He couldn't believe what had just happened, yet a part of him was turned on by the whole ordeal. As he tried to catch his breath and recover from the intense pleasure, he couldn't help but wonder what other games his cruel mistress had in store for him.
