What not to do when you go visit a girl friend who has to many horny guys over. I guess I'll never learn but sometimes a girl just can't help the way men go after her and how they want to make her the center of their little world.
I had gone to send the weekend with one of my girl friends that I had modeled with. Her name was Mary and we were called M&M when we were together. It was a 3-hour drive to her town and I made it before noon. It was about 11 AM when I got to her place and found her with a few of her hunk male friends who just happened to come by and a party broke out. I had just my over night bag that had a change of clothes for Saturday, shoes, underwear, make up, and my goodie bag that I carry with me on trips, my slacks and pullover top to drive back home on Sunday afternoon. Good thing I had dressed up always want to impress the men. I had on a short mine dress with a low cut front that just did cover my nipples and it had a low dip in the back and 4" heels made my ass stick out like a whore on Saturday night.
I was introduced to every one and was given a seat at one of the two bar stools at the small bar she had in one corner of her living room. The guys were around me like they were coming in for the kill. They offered me a drink I told them I was not a drinker and didn't like the taste of it, but one guy said,
"Let me fix you a drink you will like!"
It tasted like lime juice with lots of ice and had salt around the rim of the glass. It didn't taste bad at all in fact rather refreshing! I had a drink in front of me all the time and it never seem to be anywhere near empty, always was full are near full.
I knew that they were strong and was getting to me. I began to relax and obviously enjoy the jokes and stories. God how the guys looked at me and the nice things they were saying to me. One guy would put his hand on my arm and tell me something very flattering and make a remark about how sexy I looked and rub on me. They seem to have their hands all over me and soon it felt like ten hands were caressing my legs, back, arms, neck and anywhere they could touch.
They passed around this bottle of something and each took a shot glass and had a drink, and I had to have one to be part of the group. It was smooth but burned all the way down and it made me break out in a sweat, I was hot and the sexy feeling was helping my temperature rise. I think this is where I began to expose more of my flesh. One of the guys at my right side began moving his hands and stroked my neck and rubbed my upper back, it felt good and I was getting relaxed. From my neck ever so slowly, millimeter by millimeter onto my upper chest he was rubbing me and making me feel like a limp rag. At the same time the men on my left and front were working on my legs moved higher and higher up my thighs.
The men on my arms soon stroked their entire length pausing at the straps on my shoulders. They continued to massage my legs, arms, and back. All the time they told jokes and chatted to me and with me and made me feel like a queen. I looked around and ask where my girl friend was and one of the guys said she had left with one of the guys to get some snacks for the party she will be back.
I had been crossing my legs and trying to keep them crossed so they could not put a hand up my inside leg area. Every time I move my legs my tight skirt would ride up my ass more and more and I knew my ass cheeks were becoming more exposed. I looked back over my shoulder and tried to reach back to pull my skirt out of my crack but the guy working my upper back gently restrained my arm.
"Honey let me help you do that!"
He was soon massaging my cheeks gently and sensuously. I pushed away his hands and told him to be nice and that 's what he said he was trying to do! I just again relaxed and closed my eyes. The men working my upper body slowly pulled aside the straps of my top so they could have unimpeded access to my shoulders.
Again I tried to oppose the action but was gently stopped. They pull my straps further and further down my arms until the top front of my top was stopped. Its progress of being lower off me by the fact my tits were too big to slip it over them. At this point they tugged a little harder until it began to slide down over my breasts which left me exposed with my nipples as hard as a rock and erect.
"I've had to much to drink I got to stop!"
"Here one more drink and we all need to get back to work!" Came the reply from one of the men.
All this time one of the guys was pulling my dress down clear to my waist, exposing both my breasts. The top had a built in bra and it was part of the dress. I immediately was pulled back into a guy who was standing behind me and acted as the back of the barstool. I attempted to cover myself. I moaned a scared, almost crying response. The man behind lowered his head down to my ear and whispered to me "just relax!" He began to rub my neck and back again. This time he began to kiss my neck and behind my ear and tell me how sexy I looked and that my body was built for sex. My dress now just barely covered my waist and my thong was showing. The men continued their massage now almost having full access to my entire backside. One more drink was put in front of me and I had a buzz on and I again relaxed and slowly closed my eyes as the guy rubbed my neck.
I kept reach for my dress to cover my 40DD to hide my firm stiff nipples. This continued for about another 5 minutes. I slip off the barstool and I reached down and brought my dress up over my breasts and began to return to the stool. Once in a seated position I began to reinsert my arms into the straps of the top but the men gently forced me back and pulled my arms away from the straps. I again moaned my disapproval. I started to say something but realized I had to much to drink and whatever it was I was going to say just didn't come out and it would be to no avail and lay back against the guy who was acting as the back of the stool. I had, however, recovered one breast. The men again began their sensuous massage.
The men on my legs became a little bolder in their movements along my legs and up my thighs. Occasionally they would bump up against my crotch and indirectly rub my sweet spot with the side of their hands as they rubbed my upper thighs. The men working the arms and upper chest became also more daring and reached out to rub my breast and in doing so they pushed further and further aside the material of my dress. I was so damn high and relaxed I could not stop what they were doing they were winning. I just slowly got more turned on and the drinks were not helping my state of mind I just sat on the stool with closed eyes. All the while the men continued their boldness in exposing my breast and rubbing my crotch through my thong.
"GOD THIS FEELS GOOD!"
It was obvious that despite my objections I was enjoying the attention. By the time the dress was pulled down to my waist and the men working my upper body had full access to my stomach and breasts. I was breathing deeply and my chest heaved slightly with each breath-a noticeable sign of excitement. My nipples were rock hard again and the fight had gone out of me. The guy, who was working my legs, reached up and moved aside the crotch of my thong. This caused me to open my eyes and try to reach toward my exposed cunt. As I reached down to move the hand away from my pussy I looked left and right and all around and surveyed the situation.
They were all getting undressed! Seeing all these men in various state of excitement, one guy had his cock out and one had taken his pants off and had only his underwear on and the last one had his tool sticking out from his fly. I told myself (Marca girl you better do something!) I began to struggle and protest and try and get dressed.
All I could think of was that my girl friend would walk back in and see me like this. I asked where she was!
"Don't worry Marca, she and so and so will be gone for a long time they went to his place!"
