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Diana's Facesitting Lesson

Over in the dimly lit studio, Diana, a plump and assured woman in her mid-thirties, was ready to teach her submissive slave an important lesson. She knew he was eager and nervous at the same time, but that only excited her more. Today was all about facesitting and she intended to make sure he learned his place – right under her ample ass.

Diana gyrated her hips seductively as she looked down at the slave lying prostrate before her. His eyes were fixed on her round, jiggling cheeks as she positioned herself kneeling over him. He could feel her weight pressing down on him, making his heart race with anticipation. She leaned in close, her soft breath tickling against his earlobe, and whispered huskily: "You ready for your facesitting lesson, slave?"

Before he could respond, Diana lowered her ample derriere directly onto his face, sandwiching his head between her cheeks and her chest. The slave couldn't believe how good it felt to be so completely dominated by such a beautiful woman. As she began to grind against him slowly, he could feel her warmth spreading across his face and neck. It was both humiliating and arousing all at once – just how he liked it.

Diana started by sitting upright and leaning back slightly, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage as she bounced up and down on his face. She then moved forward until she was hovering mere inches above him, teasing him mercilessly with the faint scent of her hairy armpits. The slave couldn't help but inhale deeply each time she did this, drawing in the intoxicating aroma that only seemed to make him harder. He could feel his cock twitching helplessly beneath him, desperate for release.

As she moved her hands to grip the sides of the slave's head, Diana began to rock back and forth more forcefully. She increased the tempo until she was rapidly smothering him under her plump posterior. His face was buried deep in her ass crack, practically beneath her pussy. The stench of her sweaty body was beginning to fill his nose, but he didn't mind – he would gladly endure anything just to be near her.

Diana let out a moan as she felt herself getting closer to climax. She could feel the slave's tongue flicking out against her asshole, tasting every inch of her. It was driving her wild with desire. With one final thrust, she released her pent-up tension, crying out in pleasure as she bucked wildly on top of him. The slave could feel her hot juices dripping down his face as he continued to lick and suck at her anus, gratifying her every whim.

When at last she came down from her high, Diana pulled herself off him and stood up, plucking away a few stray hairs from her mound. She looked down at the slave, who was still eagerly sniffing at the air around her, trying to catch any remaining traces of her scent. "Well," she said sinking into an armchair nearby, "how did you like that, slave?"

His face beet red with embarrassment, the slave couldn't meet her gaze. But he knew better than to ignore her question. "It was amazing, Mistress," he replied, his voice quivering with anticipation. "I can't wait to learn more."

A grin spread across Diana's face as she reached into a side table and produced a small baggie. "Oh, you'll learn alright," she said, staring back intensely. "And you'll love every moment of it." With a wicked grin, she pulled out a pair of latex gloves and snapped them onto her hands. "Let's get started."