Jennifer was excited as she reached for the little red tartan skirt and slid it on, the material brushing against her soft skin. She hooked up her lacy black bra and then stepped into the pair of fishnet tights, letting out a pleased sigh as they clung to her thighs and silhouetted her curves. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she tied a matching red bow around her neck and turned around, admiring herself in the mirror.
Moments later, she swaggered into the room where her slave was waiting, conscious of the tiny skirt hiked up to cover her behind and the fishnets that highlighted her shapely legs. She paused for effect, making him look up at her as she straddled his face, the scent of her perfume filling his nostrils. He could feel the warmth of her body against his skin, the softness of her thighs pressing against his cheeks. His heart raced as he realized that she was fully intending to sit on his face.
As if to cement his fate, Jennifer slowly lowered herself onto his face, until he felt the weight of her sex pressed against his mouth. His hands tried to push up against her hips, but she pressed them back down, pinning them to the floor. He moaned, a mixture of fear and desire, as he felt her ass cheeks squish against his nose and her pussy lips rub against his mouth. The fabric of her skirt tickled his chin, and he found it hard to breathe down there with his head up her skirt and his face pressed against her panty crotch.
Jennifer leaned forward slightly, giving him a close-up view of her face while she sat on his. Her lips curled into a wicked grin as she saw the struggle on his face. She knew she had all the control here, and it felt good. She ran her fingers through her hair, deliberately brushing them against his face, and then reached down to caress the bulge in his pants. He couldn't stop himself from moaning louder this time, and she smirked, knowing she had him where she wanted him.
Minutes passed, and Jennifer began to feel her body heat up. She could feel the pulse of his heart against her skin and the rise and fall of his chest beneath her. She could tell he was growing uncomfortable, but she wasn't done yet. Slowly, she shifted her weight on his face, grinding her hips against his mouth and teasing his lips with her pussy. She watched his eyes roll back in pleasure and pain, and she knew she had crossed the line from pleasure to humiliation.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she lifted herself off him and stood up. He gasped for air, his face flushed with both arousal and embarrassment. Jennifer smiled at him, a mix of satisfaction and amusement in her eyes. "Not as much fun for you, is it?" she purred. Without waiting for an answer, she turned and walked away, leaving him to wonder what she would do next.
