Amazon Absorption I. The Giantess at Jockey Jack Sprat's

A beautiful 8' foot woman walks into a bar... Beginning of a joke? Just keep laughing as she sets her massive crush on your little-man's 88 pounds. Belly-up lads for a mystery and true love story (i.e. I truly love to tell this story) that could only originate at the pub that became a legend in the racing world: Jockey Jack Sprat's. This creative gem is an extra long big female domination story so we can explore the true romance of it all. Be at least 21 y.o if not 31 y.o to enter this erotic bar. Oh don't worry, our under-size jockey is fairly tough, he'll probably survive these amorous and severe smothers to get thoroughly smashed another day in this new genre: Spiritually Uplifting Erotic Crush. Yes, it is a new look from the author who gave us the phenomenally successful series AMAZONS OF BLUEBELLE VALLEY. So come on in for a good time with those great big tall beautiful gals who love their men down, under, and willing.
"Sandra started playing with the buttons on her too-tight lacy purple blouse. Her fingers worked not eight inches from my face. Was she going to unbutton her top?
“Well?” Rachael asked.
“Ah, er, sure, whatever you need over there.” My breath quickened as Sandra finally undid the lowest button, her hand moving up to the next.
“So when you’re a jockey, do you have to keep a strict diet?
“Well some of the guys, most I guess, have to really watch what they eat. Not me so much, being smaller than average, like 88 pounds...” Yes, God yes, another button comes undone as Sandra hikes her hips up a little higher and more firmly dead-on (but not dead I assure you) the center of my lap. That center being my raging hard on.
“So would you say the diet for some is so restrictive that it is abusive, that it puts your health at risk?”
The third button loose; only one more to a fully open front. “Yeah I guess. Could be a problem.”
“But are you given proper health benefits? Are the risks explained to you?” Blah, blah, blah… “What about disability insurance and injuries? Know anybody…”
You, being a clever reader, can probably see what was happening here. Anyway by the time Sandra had her blouse open, off, her bra loosened, and those full heavy breasts settling warmly to each side of my head, I guess Rachael had all she needed.
“Sandra, we have that early flight tomorrow. And I still have to get this to Editing. Are you ready to go?”
“You go on ahead, Rachael. I think this poor little man deserves a happy ending.”
“Of course you’d think that, Sandra. He’s the perfect little dude for you. But be honest; you’re the one that wants a ‘happy ending’.”
“True.” I felt Sandra chuckle. “But he deserves one, too – especially tonight. Don’t you agree?”
“I suppose that’s only fair. When this story comes out I’m guessing his bosses at the track might not be so happy.”
“What story?” I mumbled into Sandra’s cleavage. I tried to get up to ask Rachael about it. But my pathetic attempt to budge big Sandra got nowhere.
“That’s okay, Danny. Don’t bother getting up. I’ll see myself out. Sandra, see you tomorrow at the airport. You two enjoy yourselves…” Not five seconds later I heard my front door click shut.
Right away Sandra got busy. She grabbed my shoulders and pinned me back, flat on the couch. With that momentum, she shoved down hard, pushing herself to buck her lower body up and off me, but only to slam back down on me again, now in full straddle. Sandra scooted forward, then turned ninety degrees and sat on my chest sideways, her legs forward angling way up off the sofa and bending sharp at the knees, way back down, calves taught, ankles crossed, feet pointed down to toes bent, resting on my floor. Goodness I couldn’t breathe with her big ass pressing my chest.
But Sandra only needed a minute to undo my pants and get them off. "Oh boy!” She sounded impressed. I might not be very big but my hard-on had an obvious staying power. Now that's the key, isn't it?"