As Madame Marissa entered the dimly lit room, her carefully selected assistant gasped in anticipation at the sight of her. She was wearing a form-fitting black dress that hugged her every curve, accentuating her ample breasts and well-toned ass. A low chuckle escaped her lips as she noticed his excitement growing - he had no idea what she had in store for him.
"What do you think, why did I bring 2 phones for this facesitting session?" she asked playfully, her voice a sultry whisper. The assistant swallowed hard, feeling the butterflies in his stomach intensify. "You told me how you couldn't wait to feel my sexy ass on your face, didn't you?" She teased, twirling a strand of her long, silky hair around her finger.
He nodded eagerly, his heart racing with anticipation and desire. But he couldn't have prepared himself for what came next. Madame Marissa stepped aside, revealing a large wheel of fortune made of velvet and gold. It looked like something out of a medieval fairground.
"Be careful what you wish for, slave!" she warned him with a wicked grin. "Because today, I'll let the wheel of fortune decide how long the ass you adore so much is going to smother you... and on top of that, I'm wearing nice tight, hard jeans!"
The assistant's eyes widened in disbelief. He had never imagined she would take things this far. "The wheel has options for anything between 30 seconds and 2 full minutes," she continued, her voice soft yet commanding. "Do you think you could endure 2 minutes of being smothered by my ass and getting your face crushed by my full body weight? Well, if I'm lucky... and you're unlucky... we'll find out!"
He tried to speak, to plead with her, but no words would come out. His breath hitched as she bent over and positioned herself on the seat he had prepared for her. He could feel the heat radiating from her ass, and it was driving him wild with desire.
"And don't dare to whine, slave," she hissed. "You wanted to feel my ass on your face - and it was never an option that you'll experience that in a joyful way!"
With a flick of her wrist, Madame Marissa spun the wheel of fortune, causing it to glide smoothly around the circular track. Time seemed to slow down as they watched it spin, the anticipation building to an almost unbearable level.
With a final click, the wheel came to a stop. The assistant's heart was pounding in his chest as Madame Marissa stepped off the seat pad and turned to face him, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
"Seventy-five seconds," she said, her voice laced with excitement. "Can you handle it, slave?" She stepped onto the seat pad and lowered herself onto his face, her jeans-clad ass pressing firmly against his cheeks, muffling his cries of pleasure and pain.
As the seconds ticked by, she began to rock back and forth, grinding her hips against his face. The assistant could feel her heat and the tautness of her buttocks through the thin fabric of her jeans - it was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Madame Marissa stood up, her chest heaving with excitement. "Did you enjoy your time with my sexy ass, slave?" She purred, leaning over to whisper in his ear. "I think it's time for you to show your appreciation... don't you agree?"
The assistant nodded vigorously, his mouth still full of the scent of her ass. He didn't know what had just happened or where he stood with Madame Marissa anymore - all he knew was that he had never experienced anything like this before... and he never wanted it to end.
