Giantess Dominant Handjob 200
CHAPTER ONE: GIANTESSES' DOMINANCE
The room thrummed with anticipation as Clarissa, Silvia, and Kira descended upon the prostate slave lying on the floor. Each giantess was dressed in an attire that accentuated their goddess-like figures, with high heels that dwarfed the poor man beneath them.
Clarissa, the strongest of the trio, grasped the man by his hair and pulled him up towards her. Her hand felt like a vice on his throat as she squeezed, cutting off his air supply. His eyes bulged desperately as he tried to breathe, his face turning red.
Silvia stepped forward, her foot pressing down on the slave's chest. She leaned down and placed her foot on his face, commanding him to taste her scent. It was a mix of sweat and perfume—intoxicating yet repulsive at the same time.
Kira, the youthfulest of the three, stood behind Clarissa with a sly grin on her face. She watched as the man struggled beneath them, his eyes darting between them in fear. She couldn't help but feel a rush of power course through her veins at his helplessness.
"Taste it," Silvia commanded, her foot still pressed firmly against his face. The slave forced himself to open his mouth and take a deep breath of her scent. It was a mix of pleasure and pain that left him gasping for air.
CHAPTER TWO: THE MILKING
Clarissa released her grip on the slave's hair, leaving him gasping for air. She turned to Kira and gestured towards the slave's cock. Kira stepped forward, her foot pressing down on his chest as she reached between his legs. She grasped his cock in her hand, feeling the warmth and rigidity of it under her touch.
"Milk him," Silvia ordered, her voice cold and commanding. Kira nodded, squeezing the slave's balls with her other foot. The man let out a moan of pleasure mixed with pain as she began to stroke his cock.
Clarissa watched with a sense of satisfaction as Kira worked the slave's cock. She couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy at the youthful woman's skillful hands. But then, she reminded herself, this was her show. She was the one in control.
As Kira stroked the slave's cock, she could feel the heat building inside him. His moans grew louder, more desperate. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "Cum for us, slave," she purred.
CHAPTER THREE: HANDJOB BLISS
The man bucked beneath Kira's touch, his entire body shuddering with the force of his impending orgasm. Clarissa watched with a sense of awe as the man's cock grew slick with precum, ready for release.
"Now," Silvia commanded, her foot still pressed against the slave's chest. Kira nodded, continuing to stroke the man's cock as she watched him approach his climax.
And then it hit him—a wave of pleasure so intense that it left him shaking. His entire body tensed, and then he erupted, shooting his load across the floor. Kira kept her hand wrapped around his cock, milking him for every last drop of cum.
CHAPTER FOUR: THE AFTERMATH
As the slave lay panting on the floor, Clarissa, Silvia, and Kira stood over him. They watched as he struggled to catch his breath, his eyes glazed over in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Taste it," Silvia commanded, her foot still pressed against the slave's chest. The man forced himself to open his mouth, tasting the remnants of his own cum on his lips. It was a bitter taste, but one that he knew he would never forget.
Kira stepped forward, her foot still pressed against his chest. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "Remember this feeling, slave," she purred. "This is what it feels like to serve your mistresses."
And with that, the three giantesses turned and walked away, leaving the slave to clean up their mess. He knew that he would obey their every command, because this was what he was made for—to be their plaything, their servant, their toy.
And so, he lay there on the floor, his body aching from the pleasure and pain he had just endured. His mind was filled with images of his mistresses, their powerful bodies looming over him, their commands echoing in his head.
As he reached out to clean up the mess he had made, he knew that this was just the beginning. There would be many more milking sessions, many more handjobs, many more experiences that would push him to his limits. And he welcomed them all with open arms.
For he was a slave, and he belonged to his mistresses.
