FETISHTAINMENT Femdom & Fetish - Mistress Sarah: After the gym, I sit on his face and fuck his face.

Every time you hit the gym, the last thing you expect is for Mistress Sarah to demand that you serve her afterward. However, this is exactly what happens when she strides into the locker room, her body still damp with sweat from the intense workout she just finished. Her eyes rake over your naked form, taking in every detail of your submission before speaking. "I'm really tired after my exercises," she purrs, "but what I never get tired of is sitting on your slave face and stimulating myself while simultaneously taking away your breath. I think it's such a turn-on, don't you?" Her words send shivers down your spine as she steps closer, her musky sweat blending with the scent of her body wash. She grabs a nearby stool and sits down, her perfect round ass resting on the edge and hovering just above your face. "Why don't you see how much I enjoy it?" she challenges, leaning forward slightly so her pussy is pressed against your lips. "Would you like to taste me? Smell me? Stick your tongue out and see if I fit in your mouth." Your throat is suddenly dry as you tentatively extend your tongue, sensing the warmth emanating from her pussy. She smiles, and you feel the pressure of her thighs locking around your head as she begins to grind her hips against your face. "Oh yes," she moans softly, "that's it. You’re such a good little cocksucker." Her words echo in the silence of the locker room, ringing with both lust and dominance. "I think I want to fuck your face now," she whispers hotly, her voice heavily laced with anticipation. Without warning, she pulls away just enough to line her swollen pussy with your nose and tongue. She groans deeply as she feels herself being impaled on your face, her hips beginning to buck wildly as she rides your face like a stallion. "Oh god, yes!" she shouts, the sound echoing off the tile walls. Her short, quick thrusts drive your face deeper into her moist folds with each passing moment. "You're so good at this," she pants, her breath hot against your skin as she continues to fuck your face. The stench of sweat and sex in the air is thick, clouding your senses as she rides you harder. Your nose is filled with the sweet, musky scent of her aroused womanhood while your tongue is forced deeper into her cave of pleasure with each thrust of her hips. As suddenly as it began, it ends. With one last, powerful thrust, Mistress Sarah buckles at the knees and falls forward onto the stool, her trembling body spent from the intensity of her orgasm. She leans back, catching her breath, and gazes down at you with an unmistakable gleam in her eyes. "That was very intense," she muses, running her fingers through her damp hair. "I think you've got quite the talent for cocksucking. And as for what you're smelling right now... well, it's a mix of sweat and arousal. But it's definitely all yours now." She watches as your face flush with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "But don't worry," she teases, "I won't make you lie down and smell it forever. Now get up and get dressed before anyone else comes in." As you regain your footing and begin to dress, you can still feel the wet warmth of her pussy on your face, a constant reminder of the power she holds over you. The scent of her mixes with the lingering odor of the gym, making for an intoxicating cocktail of sensations that you're certain you'll never forget.