Tiny Assisted Handjob
As Lady Kassandra, the towering giantess, strutted down the bustling city streets, her imposing presence commanded attention. She held a dildo between her fingers, the phallic symbol dwarfing those around her. With a mischievous grin, she scanned the crowd, searching for someone small enough to amuse her.
Her eyes locked on a youthful man huddled in the corner of an alley. He was trembling, aware of the giantess's gaze upon him. As she approached, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Without a word, she knelt before him, her massive breasts pressing against his face.
"Are you ready to serve your queen?" she purred, her voice a rumbling bass that vibrated through his body. The youthful man nodded, too frightened to speak. Lady Kassandra positioned him between her legs, his head just level with her pussy. She leaned down, her breath hot on his neck as she whispered, "You're going to pleasure me now, aren't you?"
With a swift movement, she forced the trembling man's mouth onto her engorged clitoris. His lips wrapped around her sensitive flesh, and he began to suck gently. As he tasted her sweet nectar, he could feel her power coursing through him. He was her plaything, and she held all the control.
Lady Kassandra moaned, the vibrations traveling through the youthful man's body. She arched her back, pushing her hips forward to drive her clit deeper into his mouth. She cupped his chin, holding him in place as she savored the sensation.
Suddenly, she pulled away, leaving him gasping for air. She stood tall, towering over him once more. "You've pleased me, tiny one," she said, her voice a low rumble. Reaching down, she grasped his hand and guided it towards her dripping pussy. "Now it's time for you to return the favor."
As he tentatively reached out, his fingertips brushing against her slick folds, Lady Kassandra's eyes gleamed with anticipation. She watched as he slowly inserted his finger into her wetness, feeling the warmth and power that emanated from within. With a satisfied smile, she leaned down once more, her massive breasts pressing against him.
"That's it, tiny," she purred. "Give me what I want."
As he began to move his finger in and out of her pussy, Lady Kassandra closed her eyes, lost in the sensation. She was the queen, and he was her humble servant, pleasure her to the best of his ability. The youthful man could feel her powerful thighs shaking, the muscles in her ass tightening around his fingertip.
Lady Kassandra moaned, her voice echoing through the alleyway. It was a sound of pure pleasure, of dominance, and of control. And as she came, her orgasm shuddering through her massive body, the youthful man knew that he had served his queen well.
In the end, she would consume him, but for now, he was hers to command. And as she stood tall, her giantess form casting a shadow over him, she knew that she had found her perfect plaything.
