I received my invitation weeks ago, but dreaded going. I had put off getting my costume, hoping for a good excuse not to go. My company usually gave pretty lame parties even though we work in the entertainment field. Every year its the same thing, a big name celebrity is supposed to attend, but never shows. Im sure it will be no different this year. Once again, I get picked to be the escort for the female star (should she attend) and I expect to be alone yet again when she doesnt show. I guess I waited too long; I didnt back-out so I had better get a costume. The shop was nearly sold-out and there was only 2 left in my size, I took the cop outfit. I got home with the costume just in time to get ready. I showered and started getting dressed. I noticed a bunch of Velcro all over the costume. Damn, its a cop stripper costume. Its too late to go back so I put it on and hoped for the best. I rushed to the hotel ballroom and I was a few minutes late. As I entered the hall, I saw my date waiting. She looked very pretty, even though she had half of her face covered in a mask, her hair was blonde and she wore a Victorian dress. I immediately noticed her ample breasts, which were pushed up high and proud from the dress. I met her, kissed her hand and offered her a drink we each had one before moving to the dance floor. We danced a bit and had a few drinks; I even was enjoying myself. It had gotten late though and she asked me to walk her to her room. We got in the elevator and she turned and kissed me on the lips as her hand brushes against my crotch. My cock stirred a bit, but the doors opened before anything else happened. She led me to her room, opened the door, and invited me in. I was a little woozy from all the drinks, but was aware of her hands roaming all over me again as she kissed me. I reached for her breasts, but felt my costume handcuff slap on one of my wrist. She told me that if I was nice and I put my hands behind my back, she would play nice with me. I put my hands back and click- the other wrist is trapped. She gently pushed me back onto the couch and she stood in front of me. She lowered the top of her dress and I was faced with her nice large breasts, she stood just out of my reach and I tried to reach them with my mouth. She stepped back and giggled a little as she saw my frustration. She removed the mask... Call me Jen she said. Jen moved closer to me, her breasts just inches from my face. She put her hands in back of my head and drew me to her full breasts. She pulled back quickly, shoved me back, and grabbed the waist of my tear-away pants. With one quick motion, I was pant-less and seconds after, she was holding my boxers and smiling widely. She went to her bag and retrieved a cloth measuring tape, lets see exactly what youre packing, she told me. Jen took my hard cock in her hand and told me that she knew all night that I had a cute one. She read the measurement as 5 and 4 1/2 around. I tried to protest and claim a full 6 length, but she laughed and explained that, to her, there was no difference between 5, 6, and even 4 ½. To her they are all cute and that she required at least 7 and thick to do the job. She jotted something down in a little notebook, then took out a calculator and punched in some numbers then added a bit more in her notebook. She had me sit on the floor, facing the couch where she sat. She raised her hooped dress, and then lowered it over me. Jen told me that if I was a good date, she would buy me an ice cream. An ice cream! She dialed some numbers on her phone and I started kissing my way up her luscious thigh. I kissed along the side of her pussy, she shifted her position a little, but I was careful to avoid direct contact I was in no hurry. I moved my mouth directly over her clit and she must have felt my hot breath on it because her phone voice changed quite a bit. She finished her call in a hurry when I drew her clit between my lips and started tugging. Soon I was licking and sucking her sweet clit and lapping at her hot pussy. Before long, Jen leaned back and lightly moaned I felt her body quiver and felt her wetness on my mouth. She reached under her dress and gently pushed me back and closed her thighs, trapping me mid-way. I heard her dial the phone again, only this time she ordered ice cream from room service. She eased open her thighs again and I returned to licking her sweet pussy. After a few minutes, I heard a knock at her door. Quickly she adjusted her dress so I was well hidden and she instructed me to stay quiet and to keep licking. Come in, she called out to the room service guy. I could hear the cart being wheeled in and soon I heard voices as Jen talked with the server. Soon there was some action up above, I heard a zipper and Im sure there was some measuring and calculations too. I wondered how I compared to the server as I kept kissing and licking. I wanted to use my hands, but they were still cuffed, my jaw was getting a little sore as it seemed like hours under there. Finally the activity had stopped and the server left, I heard Jen ask him to return after his shift ended. Jen let me out from under the dress and gave me a sweet kiss and excused herself for a few minutes to the bedroom. I looked at the notebook on the end table and read the entries: on my page it stated 5 for length and 4.5 for girth, there was also and entry for volume of size which said 6. I was a little intimidated when I saw the values for the server 8.25 long, 6.0 girth and volume size of 24. I wondered about the second size number and how it could be so much more than mine. Oh, your ice cream is on the table help yourself, she called out. I looked at the bowl, but it was all melted. There was also some champagne on the table, so I asked her if she would like some and she said that she would as she came from the bedroom. You will have to get it then, or un-cuff me, I said as she entered the room. She looked incredible; she had taken off the dress and was wearing black lace lingerie. She looked so sexy in the outfit, the bra showed off the upper part of her breasts, her smooth and flat stomach was damn sexy, and the upper part of her thighs... mmmm. I loved the way her full and firm thighs looked the area along the garter strap, so soft and sexy - I loved kissing her there and could do it all night. She gave me another kiss and asked if she could trust me if my hands werent bound. She said she would release them if I agreed to only use my hands when she asked me to, I agreed. She led the way into the bedroom and I followed, watching her body as she moved. Even the room was sexy. The bed had satin sheets and there were silk scarves scattered about. I sat on the edge of the bed and she faced me standing, once again her breasts were inches from my mouth. She stroked my hair, looked down and into my eyes, and began: I have something to tell you, but I dont want to hurt you, she said. I like you I like you more than just friends, but theres something about me you should know - I have a thing for big cocks. I was shocked and a little disappointed, but she continued by telling me how sexy I was and that I did such a wonderful job pleasuring her. I was feeling a little vulnerable by then and it seemed to somehow please her, she seemed more aroused by her feeling of power that had occurred as she told me of her needs and how I measure up to them. She took me in her arms and asked if I was OK, then kissed me deeply. She sat next to me and began caressing me, she climbed on top of me and held my hard cock against her pussy and started to grind. While she did this, she told be about the server, how big he was, and that she had invited him back. She told me that she wanted me to stay, but would understand if I chose not to.