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.
The man chases after Angelina but she manages to close the door just in time. The next room in the mansion appears to be a bit hotter, it's actually rather steamy, another bathroom? It seems to have no sinks or faucets though, no toilet in sight, the room is dimly lit by lights on the floor. The steam in the air though is making Angelina start to sweat, the thin towel starting to become moist and see through almost.
"Angelina? Baby?" Derek's voice calls out from further in the sauna room, though he sounds distant as well.
"Oh my god Derek is that you? Are you hurt? Hold on" Angelina says as she readjusts her focus and starts to walk quickly to where the voice was heard from, "Derek are you hurt? Where are you?" she calls out again, running quickly on her bare feet.
"Angelina, baby! Is that you?" she hear's him call out from the distance. As she approaches, she finally does see Derek, he's naked and chained to a wall. "Angelina, what the hell is happening here?" He asked.
"What indeed." A rough voice said from behind Angelina, somehow sneaking up from behind as a large man grabs her from behind and pushes her large melons up against a slick tiled wall, a fat throbbing cock pushing between her plump thighs to try and squeeze into the first hole it can as the man pushes against Angelina from behind. "Get off her!" Derek yells out.
"Please let me go! and unchain Derek please!" she would scream out as her nipples would roughly press against the smooth slippery surface of the slick tilted wall, her eyes trying to look around for possible ways to get myself and Derek out of this room.
"Not happening." The man growled from behind, as suddenly the cock was penetrating into her. Ghost, memory, or a real man in this weird mansion, his cock definitely felt real. And it was bigger than Angelina's chained up significant other. "Mmmnh, yeaaah." The man said in pleasure as he began to thrust his hips. "No! Get off of Angelina!" Derek yelled out, struggling against his bindings. The room is pretty bare, though some chains hanging all over the place, is this a sauna or some sort of depraved steam dungeon?
"Ohhh my goddd no way this is real!" Angelina would say as she would let out a moan as she was starting to get penetrated by a much bigger cock than Derrick, continuing to panic, looking for ways to get out of this fucked up almost paranormal room.
The ways that seem to be out seem to just be the door she had came in, though after looking around, she finally does see what may be a trap door on the tile, as there's a ring handle just sitting in the middle of the floor. Though she does not get to focus much as the large man pushes his fingers into her mouth, making her suck on one of his large digits as he begins to pound harder inside her pussy, Derek still yelling and struggling, though he's soon out of breath and sweating thanks to the thick and hot room.
"Oh my lords! I can't take this anymore" Angelina would say as her tight pussy keeps getting fucked by the man behind her, she would fall back onto the man with her weight as he would fall onto the ground while still inside of her. she would continue to ride him reverse cowgirl for more than you would expect, eventually hopping off his dick, grabbing the ring handle, opening up the door and hopping inside quickly and swiftly. "I'll be back Derek!" she called out.
