Abigail rose from her chair, making her way around towards me. Where before she had met me with indifference or contempt, that playful grin etched upon her face revealed a new part of the manager I had never seen before. Sliding a finger across the desk, the manager’s movements were slow and precise. Each footstep was taken with both precise and cunning calculation as she made sure to emphasise her weight and power. One after another, her steps bounced me up and down and side to side on my seat, until at last, she appeared towering over me.
From where I sat, I stared up beyond the brimming bust to see Abigail squirming slightly as if she were unable to control herself. Biting down on her lip, she took hold of the desk behind her. With her iron grip, she tore into the wood, unable to control her own boundless strength as some fever took hold of her. Mesmerised with fear, I felt an urge to flee. The nerves sat primed and ready, calling me to sprint for the door before the giant had her ways. Yet, my willpower faltered for my muscles could not move an inch. All I could was stare up, enthralled by Abigail’s inexplicable change in manner.
Whilst I had contemplated over escaping, the amazonian had worked herself up into a frenzy. Her cheeks flushed red as her breathing became heavy and laborious. Her shirt strained even more to contain her bust, the buttons heroically holding on as best they could. Then, in one swift movement, Abigail lunged for me, grasping onto me with a hand that curled around my body. With a mighty kick, she sent the chair behind me flying across the room until it slammed into the back wall. I tried in vain to writhe and fight against her, pushing and straining as if I could somehow find enough leeway to free myself from her clutches.
Abigail took delight in seeing my feeble attempts to break her hold. Her breaths grew more strained as I grunted, leveraging as much power as I could muster. I turned my attention towards my captor who had become wild-eyed with boundless excitement now, ran her fingers through her mane of her, causing her to become feral and untamed in appearance. In the next instant, the manager yanked me, plunging my face directly into her lips. Hysteria must have taken over Abigail as she bombarded me with a barrage of kisses, slathering me with her tongue, moaning with the purest delight all the while. I tried to resist but with unbridled ferocity and power until she pushed me deeper and deeper into her lips, as if she were trying to suffocate me with one prolonged kiss.
An ounce of respite came when the amazonian jerked me back to let herself catch her breath. In that instant, I tried to catch my senses. My clothes had been drenched from the saliva but also stained blood red, no doubt from her lipstick imprinting itself upon me. Weary from the onslaught, I attempted to speak. Instead, my hand that had somehow loosed itself in all the chaos, rose where my voice did not. Acting of instinct, I tried shielding myself by blocking out any direct eye contact with Abigail. How feeble I must have looked, cowering in her grip. No wonder then that she replied with a gentle yet sardonic giggle.
Ignoring my half-hearted plea, Abigail instead flung me to the floor. For a few brief seconds, I sailed through the air until I crashed onto the carpet below, hitting the floor with my shoulder. The muscles within my body cried out in agony, searing with pain as I fell onto my back. As I did, I saw that Abigail had been dealing with her own struggles. Fiddling around with the buttons on her shirt, the gargantuan woman tried undoing her clothing. I shuffled along on my back, trying to make headway to the door as she grew more agitated with her clothing. Abigail’s rage boiled over as she decided upon a different route to take.
I could only sit and be mesmerised at seeing her pushing out her chest. She forced the ultimate test upon her office wear, making it contend with her prodigious bust. Imbued with all her unfathomable strength and boundless lust, one heave from Abigail began to tear her shirt apart. Button after button spat off her clothing, firing from her chest like bullets until she revealed her black bra and her breasts in all their terrifying and bountiful glory. Having found her opening, Abigail pulled her shirt open, tearing it in twain until the vestiges hung upon her arms as rags. All that remained on her upper half was her dark bra, and even that was struggling to hold back the overwhelming tide that constituted her chest. The cold visage of a manager had all but departed as I witnessed the unveiling of a ferocious predator, a giantess driven wild by her passion.
More and more, Abigail resembled an untamed beast. The facade of womanhood had been stripped away piece by piece. The tidy golden locks had become a thick unleveled mane. With the dregs of her clothing clinging on, she revealed her heaving chest and a set of gilded abs, this awesome taut six-pack. Her tight skirt, black stockings and high heels remained, however, making her look as if she straddled the line between a feral animal and mild white collared manager. Abigail lumbered her way over, letting the remains of her shirt slip off her voluptuous physique as she ruffled her thick golden mane. I tried to pick myself up and run, but I there I sat, stupified at the sight. The baser instincts within compelled me to crawl on my back. Footfall after footfall, the mountainous manager drew closer, her great shadow drowning me in darkness. Before I could fathom any way to escape, Abigail loomed above.
I tried to glimpse her gorgeous features, beyond her titanic thighs and the prodigious curvature of her chest. Her cheeks were glowing as hot and temperate. Abigail’s eyes honed in on me like a voracious predator, licking her lips in delight at the prey she had caught. With her heels planted on both sides of me. She undid her shoes and flicked them away. She planted her feet and then the mountainous manager squatted down, uncaring to the fact that such an act allowed me to glimpse beneath her skirt. I froze up, wondering what she planning. As I questioned my fate, Abigail’s hands came down to grasp me. Her movements were slow yet her hands trembled like she was attempting to hold herself back. I braced myself once more to be handled, to be used as a plaything once more by her.
Instead, her digits stroked my body, carefully gliding along my stained clothing. After the inspection, Abigail, gripping my shirt, tore it from me as she split it wide open. Whilst one of her fingers caressed my bare chest, her free hand traced downwards to my trousers. In all the uproar, in all the pain and surprise, I now realised why she tended to me in such ways. I should not be like this. Every inch of me is crying out to run in terror, but where Abigail circled and massaged now, I could not help but moan in delight. Her fingertip rubbed up and down until she tore away my trousers, giggling at what she had just revealed.
It was all laid bare. During all the chaos, I had tried to ignore it and fight it. As she massaged away, all the pain wracking my body mixed with the slow release of pleasure. Pleasure into pain, pain into pleasure. They both merged, becoming completely indistinguishable from one another. All the tension, the apprehension, the fear that had its tendrils around me loosened as I started to relax. This is what I had always wanted. I dreamt about it and in the recesses of my mind. I longed for it. It is why I could stare at the screen all day and imagine Abigail. Now that it was happening, it unleashed sensations I could not have fathomed even in the most perverted scenarios I could fathom up. Just her fingertip stroking my manhood was enough to send my body alight with the delight. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, my fists clamped shut.
Abigail, with that sick twisted smile, decided upon a new route. Depriving me the high of climax, she instead undid her bra, sighing in relief as she cupped her boob now freed from its imprisonment. Her bust jiggled and swayed, their motions mesmerising me as if she were trying to hypnotise me. Seeing my enjoyment, Abigail laughed, covered her boobs with her arms just enough that the areolas peeked over as she dropped her bra onto me. Such was its size that fighting to push it off me required the last iota of strength that I had. Driven by that desire to see her glorious body, I struggled against her bra until I was able to push it off me.
I looked up and saw Abigail, how she had sprayed herself out so that all I could see was her chest dangling just before me. The heavens fell, her breasts smashed into my body as my vision and senses became engulfed by a tide of flesh. Grinding herself against me, my body, pressed against the floor and subsumed by Abigail, felt as though it was being pulverised into nothingness. At first, I heard the roar of her heart, beating as loudly as a drum, but her muffled moans intensified. They rose higher and more overwhelming such that they drowned out any other noise. She kept pressing onto me, fast and harder with each passing moment as if she were trying her best to flatten me out of existence.
Her chest lifted off me as my vision swirled. All I could see were multiple blurred copies of Abigail leaning back until she toppled over onto her backside. The resulting thunderous crush that no doubt rocked the office block to its core helped to end my stupor. Abigail rested for a time, heaving great and heavy breaths to recover, fanning herself off and wiping the sweat off her voluptuous form. My body felt alight like every nerve ending simultaneously screeched out in paid. I eeked out a groan as I tried to move, which only brought Abigail’s attention back to me.
From her expression, Abigail had grown more flushed, her cheeks bloomed as red as the dawn’s rising sun. Whatever precision and grace she had were now replaced by a lust-filled frenzy. Ignoring her exhaustion, she undid her skirt, yanking at it and cursing all the while. When she was free from it, she tossed it aside as she slid down her black panties, uncovering her wet, dripping womanhood. Any pretence of being gentle in her foreplay had passed. This naked towering woman shuffled herself forward, her meaty muscle ladened thighs forming a thick wall on either side of me. Having squared up to her position, Abigail descended like a meteorite plunging towards the earth, uncaring to whatever destruction or mayhem it was about to unleash. It did not matter to her if my member was woefully undersized compared to her magnanimity and breadth, only that she felt satisfied.
With all her pent up rage conjoined with a mind addled by the pursuit of unending rapture, Abigail slammed down upon me as I gasped out, winded from the sudden shock of having her full weight crash onto my pelvis. Out of a primordial survival instinct, I pushed against her thighs, trying to shove her off. Yet all she did was laugh at the sight of me feeling out her the bulging brawn. Just as I recovered, Abigail had nestled her moist cunt herself atop me, wiggling herself in an attempt to become more comfortable, uncaring as to how she completely crushed and overwhelmed the lower half of my body. She shifted herself about and I could feel that warmth, such a glorious and intoxicating warmth, as I could feel myself inside her. My bones may as well have been pulverised and ground into dust, but I could only focus on that ecstasy, that sublime sensation.
Abigail’s soft moans reverberated out from on high. She began grinding herself forward, riding atop of me as I was nothing more than some sort of toy. The pain that seared across blurred into unending rapture as I tried thrusting into Abigail as best I could. Our grunts and groans of growing bliss merged into unison. Her pace quickened. She slammed her hands forward to anchor herself. Abigail lifted up slightly and then slammed herself down onto my manhood. Again, and again, she smashed herself onto me, her moans roaring out harder and harder as sweat pooled across her glorious body. All that warmth, that addicting pleasure as Abigail’s cavernous womanhood struck against me time after time. Her cries of pleasure grew stronger, more passionate as her momentum kept building up for one final and glorious moment. If it didn’t happen now, the entire building would break. Abigail would grind down this building to its foundations. Her speed and ferocity pushed my body to its very limits. The office itself must have been on the brink of collapsing.
With one final slam against me, a lustful cry that could have shattered all the glass in the building bellowed out. In that infinitesimal moment, lightning coursed through my veins. Alight with unfathomable pleasure, my voice joined in on her cacophony. A flood of Abigail’s cum poured out atop of me, drenching my body beneath her sticky fluids. I closed my eyes and let it wash over me as I felt Abigail lean back once more. Her weighty panting was all I could hear. I wiped away the deluge from me as I crawled back. I saw Abigail laid bare in all her jaw-dropping beauty. Sweat poured down her body, letting her amazonian physique gleam beneath the flickering ceiling lights. Her teets leaked milk that lazily trickled down her bountiful breasts. She licked her lips and ran her fingers through her hair. She looked flushed as she rubbed her pussy, as if trying to desperately maintain that high from climaxing.
Abigail looked down and saw me inching myself away. I halted and stared back at her, too exhausted to even speak. A playful smile formed as she giggled to herself.
“You can still move?” She said as she flicked her golden locks so that they draped down her shoulders.
“I… I think so.” I replied. None of the pain seemed to come back. Maybe the adrenaline still remained and blocked it out. By all accounts, I should have been pulverised beneath Abigail. No one could endure that sort of punishment and walk away unscathed. Yet, here I laid. My body still responded and complied. It was nothing short of a miracle.
Abigail’s eyebrows rose up for a split second in shock and surprise. Even she was impressed at the fact that I could function.
“Was it fun for you?” She asked.
None of the pain remained. I felt calm, even though I was slathered in her cum. But that peace gave way to a deeper yearning. I had a craving. Like an addict, it scratched at the walls of my mind. Though haggard, I could feel my member rising again at the mere thought of having Abigail grinding against me as if I existed just to pleasure her.
“A-Amazing…” I eeked out.
The towering titaness shifted herself. With a resounding thud that bounced me off the floor, Abigail fell onto her side. Turning my head, I found her chest squarely in my face as Abigail’s finger began slowly and seductively sliding up and down my body once again. Wiping off the mess, she started work on my half-cocked manhood. Her smooth and sublime stroked with tenderness and care. All the ferocity that she had seemed to have been worked out in that overwhelming display of passion. I bit on my tongue as Abigail teased my member back to life, cooing in delight to see it standing firm after the endurance test she had just put it through.
Abigail then lent over, her statuesque visage dominating my vision. I braced myself for the onslaught until she slowly enveloped my face with her lips. With a slow, longing kiss that melted away the tension like snow under the sun, Abigail pulled herself away and went prone just before me. Her tongue came out and slathered my manhood, licking up all the cum that spurted out as I moaned out in delight. Abigail’s lips then enveloped my member. It felt as if I had entered into some hot and humid cave as she began wrapping her tongue around my dick before sucking away. My body fidgeted and twirled as the throes of ecstasy shot through me once more. With her lips clamped around my manhood, all I could do was struggle in vain. Abigail continued lapping up everything I shot into that cavernous mouth of hers.
When she finally pulled away, I felt exhausted. My body twitched as the pleasure that had wracked me soon departed. Abigail smiled as she licked her lips, cleaning up whatever mess I had made. Her breasts dangled just before me again as she swayed them about to catch my attention once more.
“Hmm~ Ready for another round then?” She asked.