Mistress Sarah: Im going to fuck his face now!
In the dark dungeon, Mistress Sarah, a dominant and sadistic woman, was ready to use her slave's face for her own pleasure. She didn't need his cock; instead, she would penetrate deep into his face and nose with her wet pussy and ass. The thought excited her, and she decided it was time to make use of him.
"Hmmm, I'm going to use that slave face for myself and masturbate on it," she said with a sinister smile. "I'm going to fuck his face and rub my pussy against it."
Without further hesitation, Mistress Sarah straddled the slave's body, positioning herself directly above his face. She spread her legs wide, allowing him a clear view of her dripping wet pussy. His nose was only inches away from her engorged clit, and he could feel the heat emanating from her body.
"I don't need your cock," she hissed, gripping the sides of his face tightly. "The feeling of your face and nose penetrating deep into my pussy and deep in my ass is enough."
She lowered herself slowly onto his face, taking in a deep breath as she felt his hot breath against her sensitive flesh. His tongue darted out instinctively, tasting the sweet nectar that coated her inner thighs. Mistress Sarah groaned in approval, encouraging him to lick her more vigorously.
"So shut your mouth, slave," she commanded, her voice heavy with lust. "And let the Mistress fuck and ride your face. Offer your slave face and be glad that I'm masturbating on you and that you're good for something."
As she began to move up and down on his face, the slave could feel the wetness of her pussy against his skin. He was overwhelmed by the sensation of being used in such a degrading yet arousing way. He could feel her hips slapping against his cheeks as she picked up the pace, grinding her crotch against his face.
As her climax approached, Mistress Sarah's grip on his head tightened, and she let out a primal scream. Her orgasm washed over him, and he felt her pussy juices dribbling down his chin and onto his neck. She collapsed on top of him, panting heavily, her body still trembling with pleasure.
Slowly, she pulled herself off him, leaving a sticky trail of her essence on his face. She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. "Now clean me up," she commanded, her voice low and menacing. "And make sure you do a good job, slave."
