PREY AT MY FEET
OUCH!!, Nastasha yelped. The behemoth beauty looked down at her sore feet to see that two cars and a motorcycle had careened into her soft feet, the motorcyclist having been flipped into the air, landing on the hard pavement. Nastasha studied his squirming body before clasping him in between her toes and tossing him into an injured crowd of people recently hit by three speeding cars.
OK, PEOPLE, THAT LAST CAR WRECK WAS PERSONAL! MY TOES ARE SORE AND MY FEET ARE A TAD RED. WE’LL NEED TO TEND TO THAT RIGHT THIS FUCKING SECOND. TISS, TISS, PEEPS! Thousands of people for blocks heard the demand, but simply could not understand what the frightening female meant. Nastasha folded her arms and impatiently tapped her toes, an eerie and horrifying silence blanketing the area. O-o-o-K, Nastasha sang as she reached down and picked up an overturned car in the intersection with injured people inside. IN CASE YOU PEOPLE DIDN’T CATCH MY DRIFT, THAT MEANS I NEED AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE FRONT AND CENTER TO START MASSAGING, KISSING AND PAMPERING MY FEET AND TOES A-S-A-P! YOU’VE GOT TEN SECONDS TO GET YOUR PUNY ASSES OVER TO YOUR QUEEN OR I WILL EAT ALL THE PEOPLE IN THIS CAR AND THEN MAKE A MEAL OF THE REST OF YOU!
Nastasha’s threat did not fall on deaf ears as a group of ten people, then another ten scurried hurriedly over to the towering woman to prevent the ingestion of their fellow citizens. AAAHA, NOW THAT’S THE SPIRIT I’M LOOKING FOR, a very happy Nastasha cooed down to the large group. The scared people knew that they had to follow her commands, their conscience dictating they save the people in the car above them in the girl’s hands. “What do you think she wants us to do? People asked of each other with shrugging shoulders. “I think she…” ALL OF YOU PEOPLE NEED TO FORM TWO GROUPS, AND STAND IN FRONT OF EITHER FOOT, a sweet and young female voice echoed from over 100 feet above down to the fear-struck group. The crowd quickly split in two groups of ten; standing a couple of yards t from her feet. DON’T BE SHY.
I WANT EACH GROUP TO DETERMINE WHO AMONG YOU IS GOING TO DO THE FOLLOWING; 1, REMOVE THE DIRT AND SHIT FROM THE TOPS OF MY FEET AND MASSAGE THEM, 2, SCRAPE THE PEOPLE AND OTHER CRAP LIKE GLASS AND STEEL FROM BETWEEN MY TOES AND 3, CLEAN AND MASSAGE THE BOTTOM OF MY SOLES. THE LAST GROUP WILL COMPLETE THEIR FOOT WORK AFTER THE OTHER TWO GROUPS. I’LL NEED TO BE ON MY KNEES WITH THE BOTTOM OF MY FEET EXPOSED. GOT IT?
People all around for blocks gasped at the bold command while the group of twenty stood in a frozen silence, the air of dread overtaking their mood. OH, AND THE FIRST GROUP TO MAKE ME HAVE AN ORGASM WINS. THE OTHER GROUP…WELL…I HAVE PLANS FOR YOU. THIS NEEDS TO BE AS GOOD OR BETTER THAN THE FOOT RUB MY BFF PRISHA GIVES ME. THAT’S A TALL ORDER AND NOT JUST BECAUSE I’M A GIANT.
The foot crew wasted no time dividing the tasks among them, pairing off, cautiously climbing onto Nastasha’s soft, pretty but otherwise travel-worn feet. Nastasha giggled from the pitter-patter caressing her, looking down at the surreal sight of tiny people pampering her massive feet. MMMM, KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK. IT’S STARTING TO FEEL REAL, REAL GOOD.
NOW, I NEED SOME PEOPLE TO LICK MY TOES. Immediately, a commotion erupted among the disgusted and anxious foot crew; the finger being pointed at those waiting to clean the bottoms of the giant’s feet; they were idle hands, but their tongues were needed now.
Four people in all reluctantly and hesitantly approached the massive toes that stood before them, her painted green toe nails level with their knees. The toe lickers were feeling completely humiliated, as they moistened their mouths before their tongues greeted soft skin of a girl giant. UH, HUH, MMMM, Nastasha moaned above the city, still holding the occupied car in her hand. The sexual arousal Nastasha sought began to bubble through her stomach as her hands began reaching in the air, the people in the car screaming, only serving to excite Nastasha even more. Then, one of foot worshippers massaged just the right spot at the right angle, Nastasha moaning in response, her reflexes forcing her hand open, sending the car crashing to the ground with a loud boom. People screamed. OOOHH! MMMMMmph! GOD, KEEP IT UP, Nastasha sighed in dominance.
The 125-foot woman began to twist her nipple and reach slowly for her crotch, her vagina already dropping its juices onto the foot worshippers, the musky perfume drenching their clothes and filling the air with girl sexiness. Nastasha’s eyes rolled back in her head as she breathed heavily, her pretty face glowing with perspiration as fingers danced inside her. More moistness escaped her, diving from between her legs some 65 feet high all the way down to the humiliated foot worshippers. For ten more minutes, Nastasha hummed the same song…UH..UH…OOO…MMMM as she whet her lips, fondled her nipples and caressed her number-one erotic zone.
Her pampered state was definitely jump-starting hundreds of people’s sensual desire. Many women and men in office buildings ran to the bathroom, inspired by Nastasha. Only, once they discovered the line of people (that’s both women and men) at the bathroom simultaneously, erect and/or wet appendages retreated with embarrassment.
City people stared intently as Nastasha masturbated for twenty minutes, the giant occasionally sighing to the people at her feet, instructing them as to where they should rub next as she fingered herself. Then, the apex; AH..AH…AH..OOH..OH…AH..AH...MMM in rapid fire succession was followed by a resounding cry of OOOOOO….GOD…..MMMM….MMMM…SHIT, THAT FEELS SOOOO….Nastasha just achieved the world’s largest and loudest orgasm in human history. Nastasha just stood there, utterly satiated like never before, breathing heavily, her legs shaking with pleasure, sweat glossing her skin, hair drenched in perspiration. Simply, she looked savagely sexy, the musk of pheromones and vaginal fluid flooding the atmosphere as the wetness spilled on to the people below.
The foot crew continued their work like dutiful worker bees serving the queen bee, when…MS. NASTASHA AZUL, STAY WHERE YOU ARE! DO NOT MOVE A MUSCLE! Nastasha was snapped out of her post-masturbation bedazzlement and shuffled her feet, crushing several of her foot people. DON’T MOVE OR……I’M GONNA LICK EVERY PART OF THAT FUCKIN’ SWEET SMELLING YOUNG BODY OF YOURS. Nastasha breathed a massive sigh of relief as she laughed. PRISHA, OMIGOD, UH, HOLY SHIT!, NO…UM, HOW THE…HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET TO BE A GIANT? NOT THAT I’M DISAPPOINTED. FUCK, I’M SO STOKED!!
IT’S THE POT, MS. THANG! THE JOINT I ROLLED FOR YOU GARNTED YOU THIS GIFT. IT ONLY WORKS ON US. YOU WON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT OTHER HOTTIES WANTING TO BECOME GIANT LADIES, Prisha assured from blocks. I HAVE A COUPLE OF REGULAR JOINTS, ONLY NOW THEY’RE LIKE TEN FEET LONG AND FIVE FEET ROUND. Nastasha replied with, MMMM CAN’T WAIT TO SMOKE ‘EM ON THAT SEXY RAFT WE’RE GONNA BE ON. REMIND ME THAT I HAVE TO DEMAND THE PEOPLE BUILD US ONE TO MY LIKING.
Prisha quickly ambled down the street from two blocks over, strutting like a supermodel, shaking her nude hips, bouncing her firm boobs and shaking her bare ass for all the world to see. The only article of fashion; her stylish leather bag, thin strap over her right shoulder…oh, and several people in her hair, grasping to the dark strands for dear life, screaming. OH, YOU PEOPLE, Prisha bantered in mock annoyance up to the hair people.
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