I received my invitation weeks ago, but dreaded going. I had put off getting my costume, hoping for a good excuse not to go. My company usually gave pretty lame parties even though we work in the entertainment field. Every year it's the same thing, a big name celebrity is supposed to attend, but never shows. I'm sure it will be no different this year.
Once again, I get picked to be the escort for the female star (should she attend) and I expect to be alone yet again when she doesn't show. I guess I waited too long; I didn't back-out so I had better get a costume. The shop was nearly sold-out and there was only 2 left in my size, I took the cop outfit.
I got home with the costume just in time to get ready. I showered and started getting dressed. I noticed a bunch of Velcro all over the costume. Damn, it's a cop stripper costume. It's too late to go back so I put it on and hoped for the best. I rushed to the hotel ballroom and I was a few minutes late.
As I entered the hall, I saw my date waiting. She looked very pretty, even though she had half of her face covered in a mask, her hair was blonde and she wore a Victorian dress. I immediately noticed her ample breasts, which were pushed up high and proud from the dress.
I met her, kissed her hand and offered her a drink – we each had one before moving to the dance floor. We danced a bit and had a few drinks; I even was enjoying myself. It had gotten late though and she asked me to walk her to her room.
We got in the elevator and she turned and kissed me on the lips as her hand brushes against my crotch. My cock stirred a bit, but the doors opened before anything else happened. She led me to her room, opened the door, and invited me in.
I was a little woozy from all the drinks, but was aware of her hands roaming all over me again as she kissed me. I reached for her breasts, but felt my costume handcuff slap on one of my wrist. She told me that if I was nice and I put my hands behind my back, she would play nice with me.
I put my hands back and click- the other wrist is trapped. She gently pushed me back onto the couch and she stood in front of me. She lowered the top of her dress and I was faced with her nice large breasts, she stood just out of my reach and I tried to reach them with my mouth.
She stepped back and giggled a little as she saw my frustration. She removed the mask and said "Call me Jen."
Jen moved closer to me, her breasts just inches from my face. She put her hands in back of my head and drew me to her full breasts. She pulled back quickly, shoved me back, and grabbed the waist of my tear-away pants. With one quick motion, I was pant-less and seconds after, she was holding my boxers and smiling widely.
She went to her bag and retrieved a cloth measuring tape, "let's see exactly what you're packing", she told me. Jen took my hard cock in her hand and told me that "she knew all night that I had a cute one". She read the measurement as 5" and 4 1/2" around.
I tried to protest and claim a full 6" length, but she laughed and explained that, to her, there was no difference between 5, 6, and even 4 ½. To her they are all "cute" and that she required at least 7 and thick to do the job.
She jotted something down in a little notebook, then took out a calculator and punched in some numbers then added a bit more in her notebook.
She had me sit on the floor, facing the couch where she sat. She raised her hooped dress, and then lowered it over me. Jen told me that if I was a good date, she would buy me an ice cream.
She dialed some numbers on her phone and I started kissing my way up her luscious thigh. I kissed along the side of her pussy, she shifted her position a little, but I was careful to avoid direct contact; I was in no hurry.
I moved my mouth directly over her clit and she must have felt my hot breath on it because her phone voice changed quite a bit.
She finished her call in a hurry when I drew her clit between my lips and started tugging. Soon I was licking and sucking her sweet clit and lapping at her hot pussy.
Before long, Jen leaned back and lightly moaned I felt her body quiver and felt her wetness on my mouth. She reached under her dress and gently pushed me back and closed her thighs, trapping me mid-way. I heard her dial the phone again, only this time she ordered ice cream from room service.