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.
