Giantess Hot Novels & Stories

“Show the camera what a whore you are.” My face burned, but the arousal was overwhelming. I dropped the towel, untying the bikini top to let my full breasts spill out, nipples already rock hard. Then the bottoms, my shaved pussy exposed, glistening with my own excitement. The chat erupted: “New girl’s hot!” “Eat her out!” Tips hit €1000 in seconds. Zara pulled me onto the bed fully, pushing me down on my back. “Spread your legs, Maya. Let them see your cunt.”

[Mia's POV] My name is Mia Monroe, and I’ve been a professional p**n star for six years. At 29 years old, I’m one of the most popular performers in my niche. Fans love my curvy, all-natural body: big, soft 36DD tits that bounce hypnotically when I ride cock, a tiny cinched waist, wide hips, and a thick, juicy ass that I can clap and twerk on command. I have long dark hair, full lips, and a filthy mouth that knows exactly what to say to make viewers explode. I do mostly hardcore scenes now — rough sex, deepthroat, creampies, anal, and occasional gangbangs. My fans can’t get enough of how loud I moan and how greedily I take dick.

Delilah "Don't tell me that hot man is your boss?" Emma's question made me roll my eyes. Not at anything but the way she used the word 'hot' to describe him. "And who says he's hot?" I threw back. Emma gave me a look. "I don't know whether you're blind or clouded by hatred that you can't differentiate between handsome and hot. In fact, he's all the two together." "Maybe you should go and marry him." I hissed out. I thought she was backing me up earlier. Even calling me a beautiful woman.

A woman with clear blue eyes and a perfectly coffee blonde hair stood at the doorway. Her designer dress gummed to her slender figure, and an air of superiority radiated from her like heat. Each perfectly manicured nail seemed to be like a weapon, poised to notice any imperfection. "You must be Emily," she said, her voice cold and condescending. "I'm Isabella, Alexander's… associate." Associate? The word felt loaded, and a feeling of uneasiness ran down Emily’s spine. Was she his business partner, his confidante, or something more?

They pause and stare at her. "You mean the fair skinned goddess?" They chorus and Stacey rolls her eyes. "Yeah... that one" She says and drops the glass of water back on the table. Zoey slides her food away and dabs at her mouth with a napkin. "Well.... just a little. Selene has got this enthralling smile and damn it Stace, she's got the perfect hourglass figure... plus she's the richest bitch here" Zoey tells her and Stacey nods.

Clad in white lace, end result got here tumbling out. "Wha......" "Wow, the breasts of the one are virtually huge. Between us, we have got a draw? No... You're barely in advance!?" Hands reached out from at the back to grope and squeeze boldly. Isabella went pink withinside the face and became around, yelling angrily: "Y-You bitch......!!" "These are F-cups infinitely drawing near Gs huh... No, they have likely broken via the G barrier. Massive puppies, those things."

Cassandra I heard the steel doors clang shut, and it sent a jolt of heat and excitement through my body where I stood underneath the icy shower. He shouldn’t be here. But a part of me was ecstatic that he was, especially the part that was pulsating with want. ‘He’s coming for us, honey,’ Sage purred. Her voice sounded smug, as if she planned everything. “You did this.” I accused her. “You made this worse.” My body felt as if I were on fire, the heat pulsing through my nerve endings, electrifying my most intimate parts. One touch and I would certainly combust.

The venue had a glass-walled penthouse suite overlooking the skyline, complete with a large circular bed platform in the center, multiple couches, a fully stocked bar, and a raised stage area with spotlights. “I want everyone to see what a pathetic, broken cuck you are tonight.” She told Mark while getting ready, she wore a tiny red micro-dress that barely covered her ass cheeks. Her massive, milk-heavy DD breasts strained the thin fabric, dark nipples clearly visible. Her pussy was freshly waxed, already glistening, a thick Queen of Spades tattoo now adorned her lower back, just above her juicy ass, and another small one on her inner left thigh.

She gasped, “Cass! Stop… I can’t—” Cassandra laughed softly, “What you’re experiencing are multiple orgasms. Some people call this the a-spot.” Selena closed her eyes, enjoying the intense sensation. It felt unreal. Before an orgasm could end, another was topping it, seizing her on top of her quivering legs. It kept going like that for long minutes. Cassandra stroked her waist, her fingers still teasing her as she gazed at her face. She leaned over her, drawing the black cloth away from her teary eyes, stroking her cheek.

Among them was a beautiful, rich, powerful, and socialite woman, who was called G*****a, in whom she was invited to go and have fun, to entertain herself at her parties, alongside other guests with her hosts, beside her on a series of walkways, beds, rugs, and towels laid out, around a large pool of hot water. It was a luxurious and shiny environment, with exquisite decorations, men and women having sex, sometimes there were more than two in sexual acts. Seeing the big, handsome man, called Hercules, a tall, handsome man, almost a Greek god, of course, he's Greek, tall, muscular, in every way, big in every way, he had a penis as big as he was, but not as big as his other hotel mate. Being a