Madame Marissa - Youve an ass fetish? Ill put that to a test! (small version)

Welcome to Madame Marissa's scat fetish site! Today's story is dedicated to all those who have an irresistible ass fetish. Name's Marissa, and if your ass is yearning for some action, then you're in the right place. Now, let's get started with the tale of one unfortunate man who found himself face-to-ass with me, Madame Marissa.

As he entered my dark, intimate chambers, his eyes instantly widened at the sight of my voluptuous figure. My ass, adorned in tight jeans, was the centerpiece. He couldn't help but admire its round shape and tempting curves. With a sly smirk, I asked him if he still found them as sexy, knowing what was about to transpire. His response? A nervous nod and a sense of excitement mixed with fear.

Ignoring his apprehension, I strutted over to an armchair and plopped down, inviting him to join me. As he gingerly sat down, his hands trembling, I placed one knee on either side of his lap and slowly lowered myself onto him. His cock, trapped between our bodies, throbbed under the pressure. This was just the beginning.

With a wicked grin, I leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "You know," I purred, "I've never understood why men like you find asses so irresistible. It's not like you're getting anything out of it." My words sent shivers down his spine as I shimmied my behind, rubbing it against his hardon.

Then, before he could react, I swiveled around and positioned myself carefully. Slowly, I sank down onto his face, feeling the warmth of his breath against my desire zone. His nose grinded against my thighs as I teased him with physical pain and intense pleasure all at once. "How does that feel, hmm?" I taunted, grinding my hips against his face.

The answer to my question came in the form of muffled sobs and moans mixed together. It was evident that he had given in to both the pain and the pleasure this encounter offered him. Without mercy, I continued to bounce up and down on his face, relishing in his tormented cries for more. In a sick twist, I found myself almost enjoying his discomfort as much as he enjoyed mine.

As I rode him hard, I couldn't help but admire my own reflection in his eyes. It was a mix of fear, lust, and obedience that I craved. I planted my hands on my hips and invited him to watch as I shook my glutes, taunting him further. "Tell me, do you still enjoy the view?" My voice was calm yet menacing, making it clear that this was no longer a game.

In response, he moaned louder and tried to please me even more. It was then that I decided to take it to the next level. With one swift motion, I lifted my ass high in the air and then slammed it down onto his face, making sure to smother him completely. The fabric of my jeans dug into his skin, adding to the pain he was already experiencing. But still, he couldn't resist the urge to please me.

I continued this brutal assault for what felt like hours, taking breaks only to taunt him and increase his suffering. Shifting positions, I straddled him and lowered my sweaty body onto his face until it was completely flattened under my weight. "Does your ass fetish still exist?" I asked, my voice dripping with menace.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, our session came to an end. Exhausted but still hungry for more, I helped him up, grabbing him by the collar. "Don't forget, next time you see a sexy ass, remember what it did to your face," I whispered darkly as he stumbled away, dazed and bruised. And with that, I watched as he disappeared into the shadows, still unable to resist the allure of asses everywhere he looked.

And so ends our story. If you're curious about experiencing something similar, why not book a session with me? Madame Marissa is here to fulfill all your darkest desires. Come find me at my scat fetish site and we can explore the depths of your ass fetish together.