Busty Monique was an enigma. Although she held a significant position in the corporate world, her true passion, hidden from prying eyes, was facesitting. The thought of being on top and controlling another person's breathing excited her more than anything else. Today, she had a delicious victim ready for her pleasure—a man who couldn't even meet her gaze, let alone challenge her dominance.
She entered the makeshift "rumpus room" in her office and closed the door behind her. The room was dimly lit, and on the floor lay a lonely, sweaty exercise mat. Monique sauntered over to it, making sure to sway her hips invitingly. She gazed down at the man cowering before her, his eyes wide with fear but also anticipation.
Without a word, Monique began her routine. First came the gentle brush of her fingertips against his cheek, sending shivers down his spine. Then she slowly lowered herself onto his face, taking her time to feel the weight of her breasts crush against his lips. She paused for effect, savoring the sensation of being worshipped.
With a cruel grin, Monique reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting her massive breasts tumble out. She leaned forward slightly, giving the man an even better view of her heaving chest. His tongue darted out, tracing the line of sweat that had begun to form around her nipples.
"That's a good little loser," she purred, enjoying the power she held over him. Monique reached into her back pocket and pulled out a small mirror. With practiced ease, she began applying her makeup while remaining seated firmly on his face. As she applied eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick, she couldn't help but stretch her arms above her head, further pressing herself down onto him.
Finally, she finished her makeup and stood up, admiring herself in the mirror. She turned to face her victim, whose eyes were now half-closed from lack of air. Monique smirked and leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. "Now it's time to teach you a lesson about who's in charge here," she whispered menacingly before pressing her full weight onto his chest once more.
For what felt like eternity, Monique maintained her firm grip on top of him. His struggles grew weaker as the oxygen was slowly sucked out of his lungs. She began to hum softly, watching as his face turned increasingly red. It was a mixture of humiliation and arousal that made this so satisfying for her.
Eventually, Monique decided it was time to end this little session. With one last sharp smack on his chest, she stood up and straightened her skirt. "There now, don't you feel all nice and submissive?" She laughed coldly, reminding him who was in control before walking out of the room, leaving him to catch his breath and wonder what would happen next.
