Stefannie Peters felt self-conscious in the little dress, but she was beginning to enjoy that feeling. Her nephews had left several days ago, for which she was thankful; they had fucked her nearly every day they had been there, and she had been unable to stop them. Most of the time she had purposely challenged them, she admitted to herself.
But now all the men in her husband's company were staring at her as though she was some kind of slut.
Well, she had to admit that she was dressed the part. The one-piece dress zipped right up to the base of her throat, but it did nothing to hide the voluptuous curves of her body, or the fact that she was wearing a bra designed to push her already proud breasts up and out even further than normal. Her husband had insisted on it. He said he wanted to make a good impression, and that with such a beautiful body she should not try to hide it.
So the women shot dagger glances at her, and the men hit on her.
She lost track of how many margaritas she had had, but sometime late in the evening noticed that the room had thinned out some. Her husband and Ben King were both missing, among others. It's time to go before I embarrass myself, Stephanie thought to herself, so she left the big room and went looking for her husband.
She opened several doors, and caught one man getting his cock sucked by a stunning blonde she had seen earlier. She quickly shut the door before either of them noticed they were being watched, but the way the woman was sucking the man's fat rod made her nipples stiffen with desire.
She opened another door, and looked into the room. "Hey, Mrs. Peters," one of the men there said. She recognized the big bald man as a man named Mike, some client of the firms.
He gripped her arm, and led her into the room. His big, hard hand felt huge wrapped around her upper arm, and she did not like the way his knuckles were brushing against the side of her breast, but she decided to ignore it.
"Have you seen my husband, Mike?" she asked.
"Yeah, he was here just as second ago. He'll be back in a minute. We're going to watch part of a movie. One of my sons produced it. Maybe you want to see some of it?"
Stephanie looked around her. Most of the men were ignoring her, and for the first time she felt as though the men were not staring holes in her. She decided she liked the dark room, and would wait on Sam until he got back.
Mike smiled when he saw the gorgeous brunette nod. She was even hotter than the blonde piece of ass they had gotten a couple of days ago, and her tits looked even bigger, impressive for such a small woman. He leaned back against a stool, and pulled Stephanie around in front of him.
"Here we go," said on of the men seated on the couch in front of her and Mike. She felt his big hands on her hips, but did not think anything of it.
A moment later, images flicked across the screen. Stephanie looked at the screen, wondering what kind of movie it was. Two boys dressed in shorts, carrying football gear, were walking into a room. There was a petite Mexican woman there, perhaps in her thirties, dressed in a very conservative dress.
The boys smiled at her, and said they were there for detention. The woman looked around somewhat nervously, and asked if they were the only ones.
The larger man, a black man, said they were. He did not look much like a teenager to Stephanie. "Does that make you nervous?" the black man asked, stepping closer to the Hispanic teacher.
"No, of course not,' the teacher replied, but it obviously did. The black boy smiled, and reached out to casually cup the Mexican woman's large breast through the dress.
Stephanie gasped as the man ripped the dress suddenly downward, exposing the teacher's body. She had a beautiful body, with a narrow waist swelling to wide hips. Her breasts were nearly the size of Stephanie's.
Then she gasped again as she felt something hard against her own ass. She glanced over her shoulder as Mike pulled her slightly backwards, but then just bit her lip and turned back to the movie.
The black man had forced the woman to her knees, and as Stephanie watched he pushed his erect, large cock into the woman's mouth. 'My god, what kind of movie is this?" Stephanie asked, turning once again to look at Mike.
'It's my sons movie, I told you," he said softly. God, his cock felt huge against her plush, soft ass. Stephanie shook her head. This was too weird. She tried to pull away slightly, but he held her firmly back against him, his hands now squeezing her hips as he began rubbing his cock against her firm flesh.
Stephanie did not know what to do. She did not want to make a scene, but the man's fat dick was making her head spin with lust. She wanted nothing more than to take her husband home and fuck his brains out. She bit her lip again, and turned once more to look at the movie.
There were strangled moans coming from the woman now -- she was on her hands and knees between the two football players, one fucking her doggy style, the other ramming his cock repeatedly down her throat.
"I bet you tits are as big as that, aren't they?" mike whispered against her neck. His big hands were now on her ribcage, but she made no move to get away from him now. In fact, she was leaning back slightly against his monster bulge.
"That's . . . that's none of your business, Mike," she said softly. "I think I'd better wait out . . . Ohhhnnnn, what are you doing?" she gasped suddenly. His hands had slipped up the last little bit, and Stephanie felt her breath burn in her throat as he began mauling her big breasts through the tight, thin dress. He squeezed the mounds strongly, and Stephanie hissed for him to stop, but he just ignored her. The alcohol swirling through her brain was making her feel dizzy, and his hands on her swelling breasts were making her pant. She bit her lip, knowing she shouldn't, and leaned back against him a bit harder.
She looked back at the screen, and saw the two men pull their shining cocks from the Mexican woman's body. Then they were both shooting off, showering her with cum. Stephanie moaned softly, and then a bit louder when she herself orgasmed.
She came out of the daze to feel Mike's big yet agile fingers drawing the zipper at the front of her dress slowly downward. She somehow managed to twist away from him, and accidentally stepped further into the room.
Calvin, one of the men on the couch, pretended to notice her for the first time. "Stephanie!" he said warmly, and stood up, stepped to her. Mike had succeeded in unzipping her dress a good ten inches, and a generous portion of her cleavage was visible.
Stephanie was to drunk to notice. She was just glad to see a familiar face. She liked Calvin, and knew he was safe because he was married. "What's the matter, Stephannie? You look flushed."
"That . . . that man tried to feel me up," she admitted in a soft voice, glancing over at Mike. He was ten feet away, and was watching the movie again. She could barely see his outline in the darkened room.
"Come on, sit down on the couch," Calvin said. "We'll make sure nothing happens. You waiting for you husband?"
Stephanie nodded, and allowed him to lead her to the couch. She sat down, and nodded hello to a man she had met briefly, a good-looking blonde man with a short beard named Dennis.
Calvin sat beside her, and the two men watched as the next scene began. It was a white woman this time, in a room with four black men. The scene opened with the woman getting pounded by two guys at once, one in her pussy and one in her ass.
"Jeez, look at that bitch take it up the ass," Dennis said. The room was filled with the woman's moans.
Calvin leaned over Stephanie slightly; his right arm had slipped around her shoulders, and the young housewife felt sandwiched between the two men. "Hey, Dennis, come on, we got a lady here. Tell Dennis what happened, Stephanie."
He was looking at her, his blue eyes intense -- she could tell that even in the dark. She saw his eyes slip downwards, but was to drunk to notice. "He -- that man, Mike -- tried to feel me up," she said softly. She clasped her hands and laid them in her lap; the men were sitting so close to her their thighs were brushing hers. Her miniskirt had ridden up slightly, and Stephanie was thankful that it was so dim in the room. She was sure the hem of the dress was high enough so that the dark bands at the top of her stocking was visible.
She looked back at the TV, and gasped when she saw a third man had joined the action. The woman was straddling the first man, supporting herself with her hands pressed to the floor. The other man was railing her in the ass, and she was deepthroating the third cock.
"What do you mean, he tried to feel you up?" Dennis whispered in her ear. The feel of his warm breath made a shiver go through Stephanie's body, and she barely noticed it when Calvin's other hand came down on her slightly curved tummy.
"He kept trying to pull me back against his -- you know, his --"
"His cock?" Dennis asked. His hand slipped onto her knee. Stephanie looked at it, then looked back at the screen to see yet another cum shot.
She finally nodded, and immediately Calvin breathed in her other ear, "Did he try to feel your big tits up too, Stephanie?"
