In a wide-open space where the sun beat down relentlessly, a dark-haired young man was tied to a makeshift, wooden cross. His bound hands were spaced out wide, straining against their restraints. He wore nothing more than a pair of sensible work pants—an outfit that exposed his pale skin and defined muscles to the harsh glare of the midday sun.
His eyes scanned the horizon, searching for some sign of rescue or deliverance. But there was none to befound—only emptiness and desolation. Suddenly, he heard the click-clack of high heels approaching from behind. He turned his head slowly, frowning into the blinding sunlight, and saw a young woman making her way towards him.
She was tall and slender, with long legs that seemed to draw every wandering glance. Her outfit consisted of a tight-fitting black miniskirt that rode up her thighs with every step, revealing shapely legs encased in nylons. Her top was a white, sleeveless blouse that clung to her ample breasts, drawing scattered beads of moisture across her sun-kissed skin.
She walked confidently up to him, her mascara-laden eyes fixed on the bound captive before her. Yvonne leaned in close, her lips just a whisper away from his ear. "You're going to love what I have in store for you," she purred seductively, one hand reaching down to caress his cheek.
Without warning, she unexpectedly sat down on his face—hard! The sudden jolt of weight against his chest caught him off guard and made him gasp for air. Yvonne giggled, delighting in his discomfort as she felt the heat from his body against hers. She began to bounce up and down lewdly, her firm round ass slapping against his face in rhythm.
Her other hand reached down to cup his growing erection through his pants, squeezing it gently. "Oh yeah," she moaned softly, "you like this, don't you?" She squeezed harder, causing him to grunt in discomfort but also pleasure.
A few minutes passed before she finally rose from her seat. Yvonne smiled smugly down at him, her lipstick leaving a bold red mark on his chin. As she turned to walk away, she paused and looked back over her shoulder, giving him a wink. "See you next time, stud."
With that, she sashayed away, leaving the stunned captive hyperventilating beneath her. He stared after her longingly until she disappeared from sight. Even then, his mind was filled with images of her perfect ass, of the way it looked on him, of the feel of it against his face.
Yvonne had left him wanting more. But for now, he knew he'd have to survive on the memories of their intimate encounter. And let's face it, those memories would never truly leave him...
