Who the hell wore clothes when they didn't have to, anyway?
That was Lashawnda's attitude, at least. She peeled off every stitch with complete abandon as soon as she got to the clothing optional area of the convention, yanking off her shirt and shoving it into an unoccupied cubbyhole. She brushed her dark, curly hair back into place, then reached behind her and unhooked her 36E bra, sighing in relief as she pulled it free and put it with her shirt. Lashawnda took a moment to massage the soreness out of her shoulders and back, rubbing at the marks left on her dark skin by the tight straps. Someday, she swore, she would find someone who made bras for big women with big tits that actually fit. It sure wasn't that one, though.
Her shoes and socks followed, and then it was time to deal with the pants. Lashawnda hooked her thumbs into the waistband and wriggled, drawing plenty of appreciative looks at what probably seemed like a striptease performance. The truth was, they just never made clothes for women like Lashawnda-anything that looked nice was so damn tight that she felt stuffed into it like a sausage, and anything comfortable looked sloppy. Today she'd decided to look nice-it was the first day of Leather Fest, and she wanted to show herself off a little before things got hot and heavy during the evening's play party. But the damn things were a bitch to get out of.
She finally got the waistband over the curve of her ass, taking the panties with it through sheer friction. She slid the whole ensemble down to her ankles, stepped out of it, and shoved it all in the cubbyhole. The bag with her spare clothes went with it-no way in hell was Lashawnda putting that shit back on again tonight. Too bad she couldn't just go back to the hotel room naked. Too bad she couldn't go everywhere naked, honestly-if anyone was suited to an au naturel body, it was Lashawnda. She was just too damn big for clothes...and lucky for her, it was in all the right places.
With everything stashed away, Lashawnda started her circuit of the play area. She wandered down the hall at a leisurely pace, waving to a few people she'd seen earlier in the day and just enjoying the feel of fresh air on her skin. She liked making a performance out of it, swinging her hips a little with each step and letting her ass jiggle and shake behind her. Lashawnda didn't have to look to know that people were staring-she always joked that she put the "beautiful" in "big beautiful woman", and she knew her best feature was definitely meant to be viewed from behind.
She didn't stop to talk with anyone just yet-the night was still young, and Lashawnda always liked to take in the sights and sounds for a little while, just to get her in the mood. She knew there'd be plenty of time to play. Not that she had anything in particular planned-Lashawnda knew from experience that if you were female, bi, switchy and open-minded, there was never much of a problem finding someone to play with. Or several someones. At once.
She wandered through a couple of rooms where people had already started, taking in an enthusiastic flogging session and a couple of people who were doing some suspension play. She made a mental note to circle back around to the woman doing the flogging later-she definitely had some amazing technique, and Lashawnda wanted to see what she'd do if she had some padding to work with.
It was on her way out of the second room that she realized she was being followed. She'd taken a route along the edge of the room, to avoid a few people engaged in energetic wrestling play, and on her way back out she noticed a man and a woman making the exact same circuit she did. They were both white and both naked, walking about ten feet behind her but clearly taking the same path through the play area. The woman looked a bit like Lashawnda in miniature, about a foot shorter but with a similar round body and heavy, full breasts. Her butt was a little smaller than Lashawnda's, but that wasn't saying much-Lashawnda didn't know anyone with an ass like hers outside of porn.
The man was taller, maybe a couple of inches taller than Lashawnda. He had a nice body-not exactly ripped or anything, but he definitely had some nice lines. He was completely smooth from the neck down, like someone had waxed him fresh that morning. Lashawnda wasn't sure if his cock just looked bigger because he didn't have any pubic hair, or if it was because it was sticking straight out like someone was pulling it on a leash, or if it was just a pretty damn fine specimen of cock.
They kept following her as she went back out into the hallway and down towards the massage room. They weren't coming up to her or anything, but whenever she cut around an obstacle or glanced over her shoulder, Lashawnda would catch sight of them again. The man was keeping that same ten-foot distance, and the woman was following along a few paces behind him. She couldn't exactly say she minded too much-if she didn't want people to take an interest in her body, she would have gone to Wizard World or something instead-but the way they were going about it made her want to mess with them a little. Just fuck with them a little bit...then maybe fuck with them a lot.
She picked up her pace a bit as she went through the massage room, skirting around the tables and heading towards the entrance to the room beyond where the heavy fucking went on. As usual, it had been decked out with large body pillows, mattresses, and several curtains hanging from the ceiling for people who wanted a little bit of privacy mixed in with their public sex. Lashawnda grinned to herself as she planned her next move.
She ducked around the edge of one of the curtains...and stopped dead. Sure enough, within moments the man rounded the corner and walked right into her ass, dick-first. He stopped dead, his cock pressing into her left butt cheek, and the woman came around the corner right behind him and barely managed walking into his ass.
"See anything you like?" Lashawnda asked, making a quarter-turn so that she could see the expression on their faces. The guy clearly did-he was looking straight down at her ass like his eyes were magnetized to it, and she could feel his cock twitching a little against her skin. The woman looked a little bit embarrassed, but Lashawnda didn't see a 'no' there either.
"Sorry," she said. "My husband was hypnotized by your ass."
Lashawnda grinned lasciviously. "Yeah," she replied. "I get that a lot."
The woman snorted out a surprised giggle. "No, I mean literally," she said. "I'm his Dominant, and one of the ways we play is with hypnosis. I've conditioned him to go into a deep hypnotic trance just from watching my ass sway back and forth, and I guess when he saw you walking down the hall it kind of triggered him." She grinned sheepishly. "I probably should have woken him, but I wanted to see how far he'd go before he snapped out of it."
Lashawnda raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?" She didn't bother to keep the skepticism out of her voice. "You mean that, um..."
"Ryan," the woman replied. "He's Ryan, I'm Diana."
"Okay," Lashawnda said, undeterred from her point. "You mean that Ryan here literally gets hypnotized by your ass? Like, 'you are in my power' hypnotized?"
