As the sun began to set, Dana entered Kurt's bedroom. She closed the door behind her and moved towards the bed, her eyes fixated on the tiny figure bound tightly on top of the comforter. Her heart raced as she approached, her anticipation building with each step.
Her co-worker, Kurt, was a typical computer geek; tall and lanky with glasses that perched awkwardly on his nose. He had always been somewhat unassuming, but today he was at her mercy. Dana smiled to herself as she thought about the power dynamic that had brought them to this moment.
She took a deep breath and knelt down on the floor beside the bed, running her hand over the plush comforter. Gently, she stroked Kurt's jet-black hair, feeling its softness against her fingertips. His eyes were closed tightly, but he let out a soft moan.
Dana slowly undid the knot in the tie that held Kurt's hands behind his back, revealing the skinny jeans he wore. Slowly, carefully, she began to pull them down, revealing his pale white thighs and meager cock nestled in his pubic hair. She took another deep breath, feeling the warmth spreading between her legs.
Moving closer, she straddled Kurt's waist, her plump ass coming to rest just above his face. She stroked his cheek with one hand, feeling the rough stubble against her fingertips. Slowly, she lowered herself down until her pussy was pressed tight against his face.
"Mmmm," she purred, rocking her hips back and forth. "Take a deep breath, Kurt. You're going to love this."
As she said the words, she leaned forward, pushing her massive tits into Kurt's face. He let out a small whimper, his nose filling with the sweet scent of her arousal. Dana closed her eyes, savoring the moment as Kurt began to lap at her folds with his tongue.
"That's it, Kurt," she moaned, her hands fisting in the comforter. "Oh god, that feels so good."
Kurt whimpered again, eager to please his new mistress. His tongue danced over her clit, teasing and taunting her. As she felt herself getting closer to the edge, Dana sat up straight and gripped the headboard for support.
"Oh fuck, Kurt," she cried out, her body trembling with anticipation. "I'm gonna cum all over your face."
With that, she plunged her pussy down onto Kurt's face, forcing him to take every inch of her. Her muscles clenched tightly around his nose and mouth, and then she shook violently as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over her.
As she came down from her high, Dana looked down at Kurt, admiring the mess she had made of his face. She leaned forward, kissing him softly on the lips.
"That was amazing, Kurt," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her orgasm. "Now it's my turn to see you cum."
With that, Dana settled back into her previous position, once again offering up her plump rump for Kurt's pleasure. As he began to lap away at her once more, she closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of his tongue on her most intimate areas. As she felt the familiar sensation building within her once again, Dana grinned to herself, knowing that she had taken control of this situation - and possibly even this relationship - and neither of them would ever be the same again.
