Angelina was the definition of a busty sex symbol like a reborn Petra Verkaik right before the eyes and boy was she easy on the eyes.
It might seem unfair for a woman to be this gorgeous to add on the fact that she had massive, perky double F-cup breasts. They were real, they were the size of melons, and they were jaw-droppingly firm and perky. They vaulted off her slim frame in almost cartoonish fashion, with almost zero sag. They were so massive and so firm that they rode close together, forming a natural cleft of eye-popping cleavage, while the outer sides of them remained visible from behind her. They were insanely big! They bounced and jiggled in whatever she wore, she never failed to turn a man or sometimes various woman on.
Her husband, Derrick worked as a teacher at a pretty nice high school it was a pretty prestigious place, which made it all the more notable that he was able to get a job there teaching physics.
So when one day one of his student's offered Derek his families cabin up a somewhat remote mountain for helping him recover his grades, Derek and his wife Angelina just had to accept. The cabin was built well to withstand landslides on the mountain that was just nearby a maximum-security prison.
After a cable car lift and some hiking they arrived at the cabin, immediately Derek went to stock up the fridge of various different assortments of food and beverages. Angelina immediately went to take a bath in the upstairs Jacuzzi which was relaxing and calmed down sore muscles of having to get far out up here in the mountains on such a high elevation point.
She slowly drifted off asleep unexpectedly, and when she awoke two hours later, the dim lights of the bathroom were gone, she went to check for her phone but also found that absent. She then got up and dried off with a thin white towel as she couldn't find her original clothes or her change of clothes anywhere.
She tied the towel around her body but her huge watermelon sized chest took up most of the cloth, so she was just barely covered as a whole, as the towel barely went passed her nice ass.
As Angelina made her way from the bathroom, a slight chill was in the air. It wasn't as cold as the mountainside out the door, but it was dark and eerily silent. The cold air after being in the warm bathroom would cause Angelina's nearly bare breasts to perk up in the coldness of it. There didn't seem to be any lights on as far as she could tell, but as her eyes adjusted, there seemed to be a few doors in the unfamiliar mansion.
"Derrick? Babe?" she would call out she walked bare footed around the cold carpet of the mansion, taking the nearest door by the kitchen chalking it up to Derek going down in there and maybe finding the electrical unit and tripping it up somehow. she would hold her towel as she would turn the doorknob and open it up, heading through.
The was no response from Angelina's voice calling out aside from the returning echo of her voice through the odd halls. As she entered the room, she seemed to be in a ballroom of sorts. The door slammed shut behind her.
Just as it seemed she was trapped, the lights turned on in this oddly large ballroom that didn't seem it would fit in with the rest of the mansion. It was lit by many candles on the sides and some lights above, it was still a little dim, but a bit more mood-lighting than pure darkness... A single spotlight shone on something Angelina was looking for, it seemed to be a dress, though would it fit Angelina's curvacious figure? It seemed to be a beautiful blue with gold trimming, though it would show off plenty of cleavage and the sides of her legs would be presented, perhaps even some of her ass with how bubbly and nice it was.
She would eventually decide that this dress is better than the alternative of the thin towel, so she would take off the towel and put on the dress. having some struggle fitting my massive breasts into the dress but it would eventually get down, I would continue to look around the room wildly, eventually finding a door and heading through it as I would continue to call out for Derek.
As Angelina called out for Derek, suddenly a man who was not her husband bumped into her right as she were walking through the door. "Ah, my dear, the dance is just about to begin! Please, come with me." He said, his strong hands grabbing for Angelina's hips and pulling her back into the ballroom, music starting to play from nowhere as the man began to dance with her. He easily pulled Angelina around the room, his hands on her hips, fingers digging in to her exposed flesh slightly as he smiled down at her, leering at her heaving breasts.
As the music slowed down to something more intimate, he began to push forward into Angelina's side, something very large and hard on his crotch pushing into his partner's side. "You look lovely today." He said with a smile, his hand sliding from her hip to her breasts, feeling along her massive chest flesh.
"Hey hands off the merchandise" Angelina would respond as she would move the man's hands from her massive breasts despite how much tit flesh that was on display.
"Who are you and where is my Derek? I want answers" she say's sternly as she does not know why or how any of this is happening in such a particular consecutive sequence.
"You're going to be looking for awhile... Derek will not be harmed, but you... This mansion is haunted by the memories of men that all lusted for women very similar to you, Angelina. You're going to be drawn into their clutches slowly." The man said with a grin as he reached up and pulled the dress's top down, exposing Angelina's tits. "I'm no different... I wish to keep you here, in a dance of depravity." He said, his own clothes starting to rip off, exposing his muscular form beneath it, his hands pulling at the dress at the same time and exposing her nude body beneath.
"Oh my god this isn't happening, this has to be some sick dream I am having" Angela screams as she tries to cover her massive melon breasts and tight pussy from the mysterious man's view as the remains of the somewhat classical or probably haunted dress get's torn away from her. she would grab her previous discarded towel yet again whilst opening the next door in the mansion closing it and locking it behind her, putting yet again the thin hand towel around her voluptous body.
