You untie yourself from Sarah's dress, watching the form of Becca across the way. In her black dress, with dark makeup and lipstick to match, she's like a classic femme fatale. At your size, that's pretty much what she literally is, so you have to get out of here quick!
Before you can begin your descent, Becca steps forward, and Sarah meets her. The women crash into a kiss, mouths meeting with thunderous force, the sound of their spit swapping soaking your world. Sarah's arm beneath you rumbles as she raises it to hold the other woman, while far above Becca's fingers paw through Sarah's hair, each movement of each of those fingers enough to crush you.
It's a beautiful moment, and surely Alfie is enjoying it, but to you it's just an awe-inspiring display of strength, two gods meeting in a quiet moment that still rocks your world.
They part just as loudly, and in the gap created between them you can see Alfie grinning as he sits back, pouring three glasses of red wine. With your eyes fixed on him, you miss the slight tip of Sarah's body, and fly from your place.
You have no time to throw a rope or in any other way fight your descent, and slam into a warm surface. Its soft, pulsing texture seems familiar, and as you look around, you see that you're on the bare skin of a woman's chest: Becca's.
You roll onto your back and look up, the shadow of the woman's chin fading as she lowers her head to see what hit her. She smiles as she realises, and then the hill rises as she gasps. Quakes intensify as she speaks, her voice roaring out above and behind you. "You two get settled, I'll just freshen up a little."
The woman walks away from the couple, you gripping tight to the skin of her breast as she closes the door of the bathroom behind her. Sitting on the toilet, Becca pinches you up in her finger and thumb, gifting you with more pressure-based pain along with her little smile. "Hello again. You acting as wingman for Alfie, then? No, no, of course not; if anything, you'd have to be the wingman for a fly on the wall!"
She giggles, but you don't share her humour, too terrified of the power she holds over you. She rolls you slightly in her grip, grinding your injuries painfully. "New duds, huh? What you stole from me wasn't good enough? You haven't even taken good care of these!"
You shout out apologies, greetings, a desire to be let go... How much of that she hears, you don't know...
"You want to leave? Why would you come here if you didn't want to join in! In many ways, I'm jealous of you... Think of the things you can see, the places you can go, that no-one else will ever experience... What good is just surviving, and having no experiences that you can enjoy? Just this one night, how about you take time off to make this ménage à trois a... ménage à quatre?"
She is very sexy, for a humungous giant, but you have no say in her offer. It's up to her what she does with the three-quarter inch man in the middle of her threesome...
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