Lady Amy, a gorgeous, dominant woman, stood before her employee, David, a timid loser who couldn't stop staring at her ass. She knew she held all the power in their relationship and she planned on using it to her advantage.
"Scoot forward," she commanded, gesturing to a small step stool. David did as he was told and grabbed ahold of the edge, lifting his body up slightly so he could reach her lower region.
On the stool, his face was level with Lady Amy's ass cheeks, inches away from the tantalizing vision they presented. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment as he prepared to worship her magnificent butt.
With a sultry smile, Lady Amy teased him by slightly spreading her cheeks apart. David could practically feel the warmth radiating off her skin as she taunted him further. Finally, she pivoted around and slowly lowered herself onto his face.
The smell of her perfume filled his nostrils, and he moaned uncontrollably as she began to ride his face. Her ass cheeks slapped against his mouth, and she reveled in the pleasure she was giving him. David, on the other hand, felt like his world was ending. He couldn't breathe, and all he could focus on was the amazing sensation of having her hot body pressed against his face.
As Lady Amy increased the pace of her riding, she noticed David struggling. She paused for a moment and then lifted herself off him. He groaned, trying to catch his breath.
"Ungrateful," she scoffed as she turned around. She bent at the waist, giving him a clear view of her shapely backside. "I was trying to be nice by giving you a little air," she admonished, striking a provocative pose. With that, she lowered herself back down onto his face with full force, leaving him gasping for air under her weight.
"How would you like it if it was your head under mine?" she taunted, feeling his body respond even as he struggled against his own desires.
Lady Amy continued her erotic domination, using David as nothing more than a tool for her own pleasure. She felt powerful, knowing that she could make this pathetic man feel so much without ever touching him intimately. As the minutes ticked by, she couldn't help but feel satisfied by his suffering.
Throughout it all, David couldn't help but wonder what he had done to deserve this. He knew he was weak, that he had let Lady Amy control him, but he also couldn't deny the intense pleasure he felt each time she sat on his face. It was both exhilarating and humiliating at the same time, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could take it.
At last, Lady Amy pulled away, her sweat-drenched body glistening in the light. She stood tall over him, her ass still in the air as if she could feel his gaze burning into her skin.
"You can look, but don't you dare touch," she warned, swaying her hips teasingly. And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving David to wonder when he would be allowed to worship her again.
