"The Lusty Gargantuan Maid: Vol 1 - Crushing the Party" (Fre..

"The Lusty Gargantuan Maid: Vol 1 - Crushing the Party" (Free Short Med Quality Clip / 5 Photos / First Chapter of Story) [$$ - 35 HQ Photos - POV Foot Play, Shoe Play, Foot Crush, Foot Worship,] Walking up the steps to the house I saw in the message from the client I paused for a moment, readying myself, and knocked on the door. Waiting for a few moments and finding that there was no answer I pondered what to do, checking my messages again to make sure I had the right address. Knocking again and waiting it seemed sure that there was no one home. Trying the knob out of curiosity, I found the door swung easily open. I gazed into the still well-lit home, the trash, and ruins of some unknown party from the night before still fresh upon the tables and countertops. Shrugging I walked inside with my bag, my platform sandals slapping against the tiled floor as I walked. "Well shit." I said to myself out-loud. "I wouldn't have gotten all dolled up and dressed up if I knew I was just going to be here cleaning by myself." Shrugging I put my supplies down on the couch and looked around the area. It was somewhat unusual for someone to hire an erotic housekeeping service from a girl like me and not want to be there to well... "watch the action" so the speak, but not unheard of, I guess. I had already gotten myself mentally prepared to seductively show off my assets a bit while casually cleaning and being paid for the time by some glassy eyed, partially inebriated home-owner or party group. Patting myself down and now regretting not wearing underwear beneath my thick skirt and classic styled frock I frowned in slight disappointment after purposefully getting myself worked up for nothing and at the task of cleaning the copious amounts of trash and clutter spread across the home. Sighing, I started to walk around and collect bits of trash and half-filled cups of some mixed drink that must have been popular throughout the night with a strange smell radiating from it. Walking through the living room I made my way towards the internal hallway, deciding to scout out the place a bit before really getting into a specific room. Seeing colored lights emitting from the partially opened doorway of one of the rooms down the hall I became a bit curious and called out. "Hellooo~ Anyone home down there??" Walking cautiously to not potentially spook a intoxicated or half-asleep guest or the homeowner I politely moved towards the room awaiting an answer. Pausing for a moment I swung the door open while knocking on it, speaking in my attempt at a cutesy tone. "Housekeepiinnngg-" Looking into the well-lit bedroom I admired the mood lighting casting various colors across the wall, and peered down punitively at what appeared to be about a dozen pairs of clothing laying across the room, it's seating, the bed and the floor. Noticing there was a mirror on the floor and various paraphernalia and drinks spread throughout the surfaces and corners of this room as well I laughed to myself. Starting to pick up the clothing and bundle it under my arm I muttered to myself, moving towards the computer playing low music on the other side of the room. "Must have been SOME party huh? Jeeze what is this some kinda drug orgy or something? What did everyone just take off naked- or bring other clothes. This is some weird shit. Must be some kind of kink or something." Bending down and turning up the music so I can enjoy myself for a moment since no one seems to be here I toss the bundle of discarded clothing into the hallway out the door. Dancing to the beat coming from the stereo speakers I giggle to myself, enjoying the spinning motion of the old-fashioned dress. At least I'd get to enjoy myself for a while, I thought to myself. Walking across the room to, and standing over the mirror, I posed and admired myself. Taking a moment to be silly I danced around in the cute dress in the colorfully lit room. Looking around as I had some fun, I noticed that there was indeed a good visible amount of various kink and sex toys in the nearby open closet and figured my assumption must be correct about the party and its guests. "Wow what a bunch of pervs these must have been, it's almost a shame they're going to miss my whole little "performance" I even brought some toys of my own in my bag too. What a waste. Oh well, at least I can have some fun by myself for a change~ and I'm getting paid to do it? I mean this is pretty alright." Figuring I'll start here and maybe take care of some of my own needs while I'm at it, I prance back out towards the living room and grab my supply bag, taking it back to the littered bedroom with me. As I walk into the room and set my things on the floor I go back over towards the mirror. Looking down at myself in it I can see the entire rising form of my body towering over it. Taking a second to indulge myself, I teasingly lifted my skirt and admired my own bare ass and pussy reflected back at me. Dancing seductively to the music I caressed myself for a moment running my hands over my body and under my skirt. Laughing to myself, I found I was getting slightly turned on having the place to myself. Simultaneously knowing that I was getting paid to basically pick up after some weird debauchery, probably part of some kink I’m sure. Continuing to giggle I let my dress fall back down and started to girlishly dance around in a circle again. As my high platformed leather sandal slapped down against the thick mirror on the floor however, instead of the familiar sound of the clapping of it’s sole, my step was interrupted by a sudden resistance beneath my foot, a crunching sound and the feeling of something popping under my shoe. My weight suddenly adjusting and surprising me for a moment I looked down at my shoe and the surface of the mirror. A small red smear was spread across the ridged surface of my sandal bottom, and a strange shaped crumpled body of a bug of some kind was crushed against the reflective surface of the mirror. “Oh- ugh- ewww, what is that? Are there BUGS in here too? Jesus dude-“ Bending down and sighing as I wipe the bottom of my sandal on the room’s carpet roughly, I take a look at the smashed insect more closely. Letting my eyes adjust and taking a better look I shake my head in disbelief. “Is that… wait, no way. How would that even be possible?” Laying flattened awkwardly on the surface of the mirror is what looks like the broken body of an extremely small person, its limbs bent and shattered, it’s body collapsed underneath my sandal. Poking it with my fingernail cautiously, and still in a slight state of shock I flip it over. Getting a quick glance at it’s small face flopping over before quickly standing back up to full height and gasping. “I- what. Is this some sort of weird fucked up joke or something? What even… How, it looks so real…? I just… Did I just… crush- a… dude?” As I shake my head, throwing my hands up and grabbing at my hair for a moment nervously, I take a few steps backwards, finding myself dizzy at the proposition of potentially just ending someone’s life underfoot. My body fights against me, still in a state of agitated arousal and rushing a fresh feeling of strange dominance and power through me that I attempt to ignore while trying to analyze the situation. While I reach out towards the wall behind me to steady myself taking off my shoe and setting my heel down slowly on the ground behind me, my thoughts are interrupted by another squishy crunch under my foot. I freeze and grit my teeth blushing as the feeling of arousal rushes through me again at the realization of what I’d just done. I had accidentally stepped on another one… how many were there?! What was going on here? My mind reeled against the impossibility of the situation, but as I grimaced and dragged another wet smear off my sole onto the carpet the harsh reality won through. Looking down at my feet I saw at least a dozen little moving forms running across the carpet, some on the mirror, and all looking up towards me. Most of them seemed to be running at and trying to climb under or onto my shoes and feet while I stood dumbstruck with my hands against the wall. “What- What the fuck is going on here. Are you… is this… IS -THIS- THE PARTY?!” I raised my voice in confusion quickly glancing from one tiny naked person to another trying to take some count of them but finding myself unable to. Looking back down at the ones standing beneath my skirt by my shoes I noticed one of them was… touching himself while staring up at me. Glancing around I noticed the rest all staring at me with that familiar, glazed over, horny look. “Oh- Oh. Oh my god. Is this? What- I… Is this part of the job?? Are you little people like… into this? Holy shit. How did you even… Oh god you’ve been watching me the entire time haven’t you, you little perverts!?” Blushing deeply as I realized I was dancing around and touching myself over these tiny little voyeurs, however they got this way, I felt myself becoming annoyed and embarrassed. Frustrated with not being informed of such a strange scenario for my job as a lewd housekeeper, but somewhat amused at the ridiculous lengths these people must have went to. All this in order to satisfy what I assumed was some sort of intense size or giantess fetishes of some kind? I wrung my hands through my hair before setting them on my hips and sighing staring down at the tiny man still smirking and masturbating in my direction beneath me. Frowning and rolling my eyes I raise my wiggling toes up above him slightly curious to see his response. Sure, enough he begins shouting unintelligibly with a tiny voice from under my foot, and only quickens his motions as he rubs himself with his hands excitedly. “Oh my god they are into it aren’t they-“ My statement is cut short as my phone alerts loudly nearby, from within my bag. (To be Continued in Vol. 2 & 3 <3)