Boss Girls Productions presents Jeans Facesitting Challenge, an erotic story of domination and submission. Queen Hanna and Mistress Jane are keen on testing their new slave's endurance levels. They firmly believe that the slave has no idea about facing tough situations when it comes to erotic scenes involving women's jeans.
Mistress Jane and Queen Hanna sit on a plush velvet couch, their hard enamel-tipped heeled boots firmly planted on the ground. They exchange smirks as they adjust their positions to face each other. The Queen's cropped blue jeans hug her firm round bottom while she crosses her long legs. Mistress Jane is wearing form-fitting black jeans that barely contain her considerable derriere. They both stare at the slave who stands before them, his eyes wide open, and his heart beating fast in anticipation of what's about to happen.
"All right, slave," Queen Hanna says with a sneer, "We want to find out how long you can hold your breath under the suffocating weight of our jeans." She slaps her meaty thighs, sending a ripple effect across her buttocks. "Off you go now, slave. Try and survive as long as possible under our divine asses."
The slave nods his head and takes a deep breath, preparing himself for the challenge. Queen Hanna adjusts the position of her jeans, lifts her shapely legs, and plops down on his face, her denim-covered mounds smothering his nose and mouth. He can feel the warmth of her body against his skin and the heady scent of her perfume invading his senses.
Meanwhile, Mistress Jane watches with a satisfied grin, counting the seconds in her head. Ten. Twenty. Thirty. The slave struggles under the crushing weight of Queen Hanna's buttocks as he tries to take in as much air as he can through his nose. He can hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears, matching the rhythm of Mistress Jane's boot heels tapping impatiently on the floor.
Forty-five seconds. One minute. Two minutes and ten seconds. The slave feels like he's about to black out when Queen Hanna finally pulls away, standing up from her seat position. She takes hold of the slave's head and thrusts it forward, gasping for air as he collapses on the floor, coughing and wheezing.
"Well, well," Mistress Jane chuckles, "That wasn't very long, was it?" She gives Queen Hanna a naughty wink before turning her attention back to the now trembling slave. "Clearly, you need more training, slave," she declares, reaching down and gripping one side of his jeans at the waist. "I suggest you start getting used to the unbearable smothering sensation that comes with our hard jeans asses."
With that, Mistress Jane yanks the slave up onto the couch, jerking his trousers and underwear down at the same time. His erect cock jumps out, eager for more punishment.
"Take it, slave," Queen Hanna commands menacingly. "Take our jeans asses like a man and maybe you'll survive the next challenge."
The slave obeys, sinking down between the two mistresses' legs. His head disappears beneath Mistress Jane's ample bottom and he tries to keep himself up as best he can under Queen Hanna's tightly-encased derriere. The smell of their bodies and nervous sweat fills his nostrils and he can feel his heart hammering against his ribcage.
He counts off the seconds - one, two, three - before Mistress Jane glances down at her watch and breaks the hold. "Not bad," she murmurs softly, "But we'll test you again and again until you're ready for the real deal."
With that, Queen Hanna slides off the couch and stands up, adjusting her jeans. The slave struggles to his feet, feeling weaker than ever before. The mistresses exchange knowing smiles as they watch him stagger away.
"We're not finished with you yet, slave," Mistress Jane warns ominously. "The challenge isn't over until we say it is."
The slave stumbles backwards, terrified and aroused in equal measure. He knows he's in for a long, hard road ahead, but he also knows that he'll do anything to please these beautiful, dominant women. As he turns and walks away, he can hear the soft whisper of their laughter echoing in his ears.
