She had bought her costume from ebay three weeks before the party was announced, and Martina was more excited about the day than she was about Christmas.
It wasn't that Halloween was anything special when she was younger, it was just that her parents had been strict and hadn't allowed her to go out with friends until she was eighteen. Now that she was living alone with only a few select people she gladly called friends, Martina couldn't wait to be a big kid again.
She reached Abbas and Briana's place a little before ten o' clock and helped them both with the snacks and the drinks and even ran over to the off licence to pick up a few extra plastic knives and forks.
Her costume was incredibly tight fitting, and it clung to her almost like a second skin. She enjoyed this new sensation, the feeling of knowing what she was wearing while the rest of the world carried on oblivious to her catwoman costume.
The theme this year was heroes and villains, and Briana had told everyone to dress up or not enjoy a drink and a party, so Martina had scoured the internet looking for a costume that was definitely a villain. As expected Briana had gone for some computer game character, from what Martina understood from Briana's ravings it was some woman called Samus Arun from some backward game called 'Metriod.' Abbas had dressed up as gangster from the 50's and he was already in character when she arrived so early.
The all had fun for a while as Briana commented on Martina's big tits, and Abbas shushed her with a kiss. Then the girl started eating before any of the guests arrived and received a pinch on her butt for her efforts. She was funny, if nothing else, and hot. Martina had always envied Briana for her small waist, and her small tits. She envied those long legs, and chocolate skin that never seemed to pimple or break out.
The other guests started arriving a little after eleven-thirty, and Briana turned the music right up. There was a joker, and a Batman. A Robin and a Wonder-woman. A few stormtroopers, a couple of Darth Vaders, and even a few Peter Pans.
Devils and Angels were more common as they all stood on the balcony, smoking cigarettes and sitting on the couch was the most gorgeous Dorien Grey she had ever seen.
He sat there, joking with Briana and Abbas as he sipped on a vodka coke and smoked a cigarette.
His hair was shaved at the sides, and grown into a long blond ponytail at the back. His shoulders were as broad as tank, and his hands thick and wonderful. His blue eyes captured Martina from the moment he walked through the door, and she instantly wished she had paid more attention to the story of Dorien Grey at school. He had bought the costume as well, complete with a portrait of himself tucked behind the sofa. He fiddled with the edges of it nervously, as Briana took his empty cup and went for a refill.
Martina stopped Briana as the Samus Arun danced a little with Death and Famine.
'Who's the cute guy you're talking to?' Martina asked adjusting her breasts and her costume with one hand.
Briana glanced over at the blond guy and shrugged. 'One of the bartenders from across the way. He confessed that he loves fancy dress so I invited him along.' Briana leaned forward with that mischievous gleam in her dark eyes. 'His name is Darian, and he's single. You should go and introduce yourself.'
Martina smiled, and watched as Briana's butt attracted a few admiring glances.
Martina took a deep breath and tried to muster some of Briana's courage, she failed.
Martina was nothing like Briana. Her breasts were a generous D, and her legs were short and dumpy. Her brunette hair hung limply around her face, while her soft green eyes did nothing for her pale skin, and hairy upper lip.
Martina's only saving grace was her lips, full and passionate like Angelina Jolie's. Martina was a very short 5" while Briana towered over her with an extra 8 inches to spare. Martina's arms were short and soft with flesh, while Briana's were long and muscular.
While Briana could eat whatever the hell she wanted, Martina had to watch her sugar intake, her cholesterol intake, her fat intake heck even her starch intake had to be closely monitored or she would balloon right back up to a size twenty, and it had taken Martina the better part of two years to lose all that weight and be a this-will-do 16.
Although Briana had confessed on a number of occasions that she would love nothing better than be able to have massive tits, some flesh on her bones and some more junk in her trunk.
Martina glanced over at the blond guy, took a sip of courage which at the moment was a straight whiskey on the rocks and sashayed over, giving her best impression of catwoman as she dared.
Abbas stood, and with one arm escorted her over as if she were his prize pet, and got her to sit down next to him.
'Wow,' Darian exclaimed as Martina sat down and steadied her drink. 'Who's the hottest catwoman I've ever laid eyes on?'
Martina smiled and extended a hand. 'Martina, or Catwoman. I work with Abbas and Briana.'
Darian took it, his eyes clearly not where they should be. Martina felt her nipples harden as Darian swallowed her up with his bright blue eyes.
Abbas grinned leaned forward and said, 'I told you, you're working in the wrong pub. I have all the hot girls, and all the hot customers.'
'Clearly,' Darian agreed, admiring Martina's clingy costume and heaving tits.
Their hands shook, Darian's hand still cold from the last drink he held, and hers warm and sweaty from standing in the kitchen for so long.
Martina would have loved nothing better than to be able to undress slowly in front of him, watch his eyes as they roved over her body. Do a slow dance and let him see her curves, and her meat, then let him bite her tits, his tongue dance over her nipples, his thick hands grabbing her, turning her over and licking her wet pussy with a dry tongue. Bliss!
'So how long have you worked at the Prince Edward?'
Martina came out of her daydream with a jump, and was surprised that Abbas and Briana were no longer around, or that the large sofa that they sat on was occupied by only them. Martina squirmed, adjusting her seat.
'Only for a few months. I gave my CV to Briana, next thing I know, it's Abbas calling me up. My interview was about ten minutes before they offered me the job.
Darian nodded swirling his drink in his glass.
'Do you know the story about those two?' Darian pointed to Abbas as he received a naughty dance from Briana, her favourite song was on, and by the way she was shaking her butt it wasn't for the pleasure of the crowd who urged her on.
Martina shook her head watching Abbas's cock grow in the dim light. It was a big one by the look of that bulge. Martina felt herself grew excited watching it, her body wanted that as much as Briana seemed to, and judging by the way Briana had that look in her face, she was as horny as Martina was getting.
Already Martina felt a dampness between her thighs.
'They used to be really good friends, but Briana had always fancied him. You could tell whenever they came over to my pub for a drink.'
Martina frowned. 'What happened?'
'They fucked,' Darian said his eyes fixed squarely on her thick thighs. 'Apparently they'd both spent one night drinking hard-core. She went in the shower the next morning, forgot to lock the door and in comes Abbas with a massive hard-on with that giant cock of his. A couple of nights later, they're both screwing each other senseless in the delivery space behind the pub, I heard it was wild.'
Martina watched as Briana pressed her lithe body up against Abbas's thick chest and whispered in his ear. While the rest of the party continued without them, Briana led Abbas upstairs, one with a hard-on that looked ready to explode, and the other shaking her butt as she danced up the stairs, holding his hand.
'From what I've heard, they have sex whenever and wherever. In his car, in the cellar, even on the pub floor when everyone's gone. They fuck like rabbits, and don't stop.'
'Really?' Martina asked, wondering what it would be like to feel Abbas's shaft in her. She squirmed again, feeling how hot she felt, how wet she had become.
'Yes, really.' Darian answered, as he stood up and took her free hand. 'Come, I'll show you. Your manager and supervisor are worse than you thought.'
Martina found it hard to protest, Darian's grip was very hard, yet soft. She let him pull her up and lead her through the crowd of friends and family and acquaintances that either Briana or Abbas knew. Some masked faces acknowledged both of them with a rushed nod before engaging once again in their conversation about work, life love and general nonsense. She didn't hear all of it, but she felt the pulse of the party. It was very much alive, even without the host and the hostess.
As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Darian stopped her, fiddling with drink. 'I'm a voyeur, I like watching people fuck, and I love watching these two. Her moans are music and his cries add to a greater symphony.'
Martina nodded. She had never watched people fucking before, her parents would have been outraged if they had seen what she was doing now. But somehow, Darian's admittance of his erotic voyeurism made her want to see this all the more, and see the beauty and hear the music of two people fucking hard.
Darian watched Martina's face and waited a while, then when he thought it right, he took her hand again and led her upstairs.
The music pumping through the thin walls did nothing to cut out Briana's cries, and stop the dull thud of Abbas's dick ramming into her. Martina licked her lips. The taste of her gloss almost like the taste of a man cumming into her mouth. Through his costume, Martina could see the first faint outline of Darians' erection. Her body began to ache.
As they reached the partly closed door, she could hear their every word.
'Oh god!' Briana cried. 'Fuck me Abbas, come on me.
Abbas grunted in return, and a moment later Briana moaned beautifully.
Martina blinked in astonishment as Darian merely opened the door and let himself in. He waited until Martina was in and silently locked the door after them.
He turned to Martina, and raised one thick finger to his thin lips and crept along the bedroom floor with considerable care. Martina followed, her heart pounding in her chest. Darian chose a comfortable seat and patted his lap for Martina to sit as well.
All the while, Abbas drove his massive cock into Briana's shaved, tight pussy and made her cry out, each time more louder than the last.
Their bed was a tangle of mauve sheets and red duvet, mingled with their discarded costumes and accessories.
Abbas had flipped Briana over and drove his shaft into her exposed pussy, shaved, clean and wet.
