Melissa stood in front of her selfie seat, a mischievous grin spread across her face as she licked her lips in anticipation. Her bright blonde hair fell in soft waves around her slim, toned body, accentuated by the skimpy white thong she wore low on her hips. She looked over at the camera, meeting its gaze with a knowing look that promised an incredible show.
Slowly, she climbed onto the seat, pressing her perfect ass into the contours of its face. The seat let out a soft groan as it felt her weight, eagerly accepting the invitation to be used. Her ass cheeks were impossibly tight, nearly transparent in the thin fabric of her thong. Without a second thought, she lowered her pants and thong further, completely burying the poor man's face beneath her ass.
"Mmm, that's it," she purred, running her fingers through her hair as she picked up the selfie stick. "Give the camera all your best angles, babe." She snapped a few pictures of herself, posing with various degrees of sultriness for the camera. In-between shots, she flashed a wicked grin down at the man beneath her, her ass cheeks clamping down on his face with such force that his struggles were barely noticeable.
Her selfie stick gradually moved lower, capturing unobstructed shots of her bare pussy as she closed in on the final product. The man beneath her moaned weakly, almost as if begging for air. From the corner of her eye, Melissa noticed his hands grasping at her ass cheeks, trying to push her off. Amused, she continued her descent, savoring the feeling of being in control.
Just as she lowered the phone down to get a closer shot of her pussy, she gave a triumphant cry. The screen flickered briefly before going dark, and Melissa felt the seat beneath her tremble. A series of muffled thuds echoed in the room, followed by a low groan. The man beneath her was already starting to lose consciousness.
"Oh my god, you're such a complete pig for this," she giggled, climbing off the seat and stepping away to admire her work. The man beneath her remained sitting upright, his head lolling to one side as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness. Melissa couldn't help but laugh as she reached down to pull his pants up, taking one last look at the unconscious creature before walking away.
She couldn't believe how much power she had over him - or anyone, for that matter. It was incredible. She shook her head, trying to clear the thought from her mind as she walked towards her bag, determined not to get caught up in the feeling again. But as she picked up her phone and saw the picture of herself smothering the man, she felt a tingle of excitement run up her spine.
Melissa was in love with the rush of power that came from controlling someone in such an intimate way. And the best part was, she could do it again - and again - without any consequences. Her eyes gleamed with anticipation as she sat down on the chair, the faint outline of its contours already etched into her memory.
