This choice: Ignore your urges, try and reach Richards head so you can communicate with him. • Go Back... Your dick is throbbing at the twin monoliths of dominating power before you, but after a couple of minutes of tempted staring, you eventually put the head on your shoulders back in charge. To be the unnoticeable foot slave of a muscled giant master hit home on more fetishes than you'd ever admit, but you're not so horny that you can’t sense how dangerous this situation is. Your crotch is practically crying out for satisfaction, looking at the soles six times your size, but you force yourself to pull away, for the sake of the bigger task at hand.
As you begin trekking over the inflatable mattress on Richard’s left side, you discover that keeping your focus is going to be harder than you thought. All that exercise in the Armed Forces has left him with exactly the right amount of muscle tone; his build gives his muscles a number of strong, softly bulging curves, but none so forced that his skin looks stretched or his veins grotesque. Furthermore, it’s all in perfect proportion; nothing stands out as oversized or underappreciated, it’s all just… perfect. You’re trying to keep yourself together, but the scent of Richard’s faint musk finally gets to you. You can’t help but stare at the sensual curves of his calves, his thickset, firm thighs, the ridged fields of his abs… every part of his body is strong, handsome, and it’s all bigger than you, every little bit. This last thought sends a shiver of stimulation down your spine and into your crotch, making it internally strain again for attention. You continue onward, your mind imagining playing on the landscape of Richard’s body.
It takes thirty minutes to get to his head. It could have taken less, but your steps kept sinking into the pneumatic cushion and you had to be careful- you were making sure you could jump off this inflatable mattress in a second if he rolled over onto your side so he wouldn’t crush you. The fall down wouldn't be pleasant, but it would beat being smothered to death by Richard's pectorals... well, it would keep you alive, anyway. You froze every time he took a deep inhale and exhale, knowing that would be your only warning for if he was shifting his weight. You also didn’t want to trigger it by causing an itch or an irritation, which is why you tried to make a point not to touch him. You had to pick your footing very carefully around his solid but gentle hands, costing you another few precious minutes.
By the time you get next to his head, cushioned on a giant pillow, you realize you didn’t know what your plan from here on out was. You needed his attention, but if you were careless then he could just think you were a bug swat you away instinctively. The reminder that Richard has enough power to kill you without even realizing sends another shudder of fear and lust through you...
Then you see the sunrays coming through the window, and you realized that it was past five-thirty A.M.- you didn’t have all too much time left before your guests just woke up on their own… What to do to get his help?
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