The Help
Allen extended his tongue deep into his lover’s vagina. The powerful taste ignited his taste buds and filled him with a lust he hadn’t felt in ages. The blonde woman squatting over his face was a heavenly creature he met at the night club. She came on to him rather quickly, and before he knew it, they were back at her place tearing each other’s clothing off.
The woman who seduced Allen went by the name, Valeriy. She was a wealthy young woman with enough natural beauty to match her bank account. Valeriy possessed striking blonde straight hair, smoldering green eyes, and a physique most other women would kill for. Since Valeriy made her fortune on her size-difference inventions, she created a fetish for wanton sex when shrunken down.
This time, Valeriy and her lover, Allen, were having passionate sex on her mansion’s coffee table in the front living room. Allen was lying on his back with the cool wood of the coffee table biting into his shoulders and naked ass. Valeriy positioned her lithe body over his face and placed her wet pussy on his mouth. As any lucky man would do so in his place, Allen cupped her supple ass cheeks with both hands and vigorously ate her out, hoping she would cum in his mouth.
The more he ravaged her wet crotch, the more the sex-crazed man inhaled through his nostrils. Valeriy’s amazing scent filled the room, even though the pair of lovers was roughly eleven inches tall. He watched his new lover become satisfied with his oral technique. She sat atop his face like a goddess/queen and pulled at his black hair as her throat moaned. Allen felt Valeriy’s hips gyrate on his face and her thighs move like soft, smooth tree branches waving in the wind.
Higher up her torso, Allen witnessed her perfect, supple breasts, still cupped by the lace bra she wore, dangle over his field of vision, taunting him below. Valeriy craned her head skyward and bit her lower lip as she uttered a low-pitch groan of pleasure. Allen’s tongue was hitting all the right places.
It was then that both male and female lover in the room heard the thunderous pounding of gigantic high heeled stiletto heels coming closer. Allen became somewhat alarmed in the sexy crotch of his blonde mistress while Valeriy knew what it was and continued to leak her sweet juices into Allen’s mouth. Allen then heard a booming female voice as a giantess brunette in a frilly maid uniform loom over both of them.
“Madam, are you almost done with him?” the maid asked, reaching gingerly for the new toy.
“Mmmm, another minute, Marie, I’m about to cum again. Then you can have him. And…please…pick up his clothes…and dispose of them too,” Valeriy moaned. This opened Allen’s eyes wide. What did she mean by that? Before he could push her off and demand answers, Valeriy hit her climax and exploded her sopping wet pussy into Allen’s open mouth.
Both of her hands had intense grips on his thick black hair, and her voice cried out in a high pitch as she came. Allen drank her juices in for all he was worth, but the shuddering blonde sitting on his face gave him more than any woman he’d ever had sex with before. Valeriy’s eyes fluttered in the back of her head as her throat gave out an animalistic growl. She used all of her might to clamp Allen’s poor face to her pelvic bone when she came, making his head move with every shuddering jolt her body created.
When it was finally over, Valeriy slid off Allen’s coated mouth and crawled toward the plant sitting on the coffee table. She collapsed in the maid’s plain view of their sex act and panted with her shaven crotch still dribbling out rivulets of pearly cream. As carefully as a mother might collect her child from a cradle, the maid, Marie, scooped up her employer and walked her out of the room draped in her arms. Allen looked back at the scene and could see Marie’s naked sex peeking out from beneath the sheer silk skirt she wore. Beneath the hem of the smooth material, he noted that Marie wore fishnet stockings connected to a garter belt underneath the skirt. Below, he saw the massive shiny black heels she wore that made the thunderous pounding on the hardwood floor below.
Allen lay on the table, too tired to move. His mind wrestled with the conflicting thoughts of Valeriy’s intense orgasm flooding his mouth, and her chilling words of possibly discarding him now that the sex was over. He didn’t even get to shove his manhood inside of her, now that he thought about it. Allen rolled over and got up onto his knees by the time the enormous beautiful maid returned. He finally got to get a real look at the blonde Valeriy’s maid.
Marie was a stunning vision of womanhood in her own right. What she was doing as a maid could make anyone wonder and never find an answer. She had the body of a model and the face to match. Marie’s legs were two towers of shapely beauty while her hourglass frame held aloft twin orbs of soft flesh. By normal standards, Marie’s cup size was 36C. For Allen’s current predicament, they were fleshy hills of wonder, with rubbery nipples at their peaks. Flowing out from the backside of her uniform’s bonnet, Marie’s curly brown hair washed down over her shoulders and became curtains to her jutting breasts. She was magnificent!
She stood before the coffee table with her strong legs held apart at shoulder width and looked down at Allen. Her hands were placed on her hips and Marie looked like she contemplated on how to dispose of Allen.
“Hey, uh, hi,” Allen stumbled, looking up at the giantess maid. “What exactly did Valeriy mean by disposing of me and my clothes? Aren’t you going to return me to normal size and let me go home?” he asked. Marie stood there and didn’t say a word. Instead, the towering panty-less maid bent down and collected Allen’s discarded button-down shirt and black slacks. She took his shoes in her dainty hands and rose to full height again.
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