The Ultimate Power Trip: A Giantess Fetish Story
The Dominant Handjob
Kirstin, the petiteage princess, stood tall before Bobby, her subject. She wore a regal red dress that accentuated her lithe figure and a pair of shimmering red nylon stockings. Her stilettos clicked against the floor as she approached him, her presence commanding respect and desire. Bobby couldn't take his eyes off her, his heart racing with anticipation.
Kirstin gazed down at Bobby, her eyes flashing with a mix of lust and dominance. She leaned over him, her stunning figure almost touching his face. Without saying a word, she placed one of her perfect feet on his chest and began to slowly grind her high heel into his flesh.
Bobby gasped as he felt the pressure of her foot against his skin. It was a strange mix of pain and pleasure that coursed through his veins. He couldn't help but stare up at Kirstin, mesmerized by her beauty and power.
Kirstin sensed Bobby's desire and took advantage of it. With a mischievous smile, she reached down and grabbed hold of his cock through his pants. She gave it a firm tug, causing him to moan softly. "Are you ready for your handjob, Bobby?" she purred, her voice low and seductive.
Bobby nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving Kirstin's. She pulled his head up to her level and leaned down, her breasts grazing against his chin. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as she whispered, "Good boy."
With that, Kirstin positioned Bobby on the floor, taking care to position his cock just right for her handjob. She leaned over him, her body arched and her red nylon stockinged feet hovering just above his face. The anticipation was almost unbearable as she began to slide her hands up and down his shaft, teasing him mercilessly.
Bobby groaned in pleasure as he felt the warmth of Kirstin's hands on his skin. He could feel himself getting close to the edge, but he knew that she was in control. She increased the pace of her handjob, her fingers digging deeper into his flesh as she massaged his cock with expert precision.
Kirstin watched with satisfaction as Bobby's eyes rolled back in his head and a low moan escaped his lips. "That's it, Bobby," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Cum for me."
And with that, she increased the pressure on his cock, sending him over the edge. Bobby's whole body tensed as he felt the first wave of orgasm wash over him. He arched his back, his hands clenching into fists as he bore witness to the power of Kirstin's touch. Cum shot up from his cock, landing on her red nylon stockinged foot and dripping down onto her expensive red dress.
Kirstin smiled down at Bobby, her eyes sparkling with triumph. "Good boy," she said again, patting him gently on the head. She stood up straight, her foot still resting on his chest, and walked away, leaving him to catch his breath and wonder what she would ask of him next.
