By now, it seemed to me that all the liquor on earth must have been sent to this party and all of it surely had been drunk. I may not have partaken in the consuming of alcoholic beverages, but I had been filled by other liquids and now I was intoxicated to the extreme. A hung black bull was now satisfied and showering after being brought a chilled drink by a caged slut (that's me, hello) but my story at the party had just begun. With my legs shaking and my petite round bottom slightly red I made my way through hallways and corridors following laughter and music, in search of the mystery man and his dancers. White streams dripped and dropped onto the floor from my recently pounded boypussy with every step, and I was getting more and more light-headed.
I felt the urge to change my attire and so I slipped away to my wardrobe. All was removed and a little black pair of crotchless panties caught my eye. Into the halls I floated once more and around corners, my shaved body covered only barely and feeling each breeze as I did so.
As I turned a corner and made my way past drunk couples on sofas, passed out singularities snoring, people engaging in all sorts of nose-related activities if you catch my drift, and
"Woah woah woah, where are you going little girl?" A hand grabs mine and another reaches for my waist.
"Duke! Duke I think your little girl is here!"
A chorus of dancers swoop in and circle me. Leotards, tennis skirts, little black dresses, innumerable skimpy combinations collect and gather themselves surrounding my dripping and aroused frame. The girl holding my waist from behind is pinned against me and the circle splits before me as Duke approaches.
A black adonis figure stands before me in a suit. He looks me up and down. My breathing quickens upon sight and my toes curl slightly as the girl behind me squeezes my outer thighs somewhat.
"She's hot Duke! Come on and give us a show!" one of the girls behind me can't help herself and pushes me forward.
I stumble and slip on the oozing seed from my previous bull, landing in front of him on my knees. As I go to get up I feel the girls rush around and hold me down. Immediately I spread my legs as a habitual response and they all begin giggling.
"Keep her there." The deep rumbling voice of Duke commands as he undoes his belt and signals for two girls to remove his trousers. Another girl lifts his shirt up and over his head revealing a cut and pulsating network of veins and muscles.
Standing in just his white boxers, his bulge lies before my eyes and his body heat radiates out and meets my now thoughtless body.
"Girls, she's a big girl, I'm sure she knows what to do... Enjoy the show."
Hands leave my shoulders and back as the girls all back off a little. Some are drunk and some are high. Some are both and when they make space for us they cannot help themselves. The party energy flows back into them and they begin dancing together. Some of them sit together and make-out. Some simply watch us. All of their voices and their tight curvaceous bodies combine with the rigidity now before me in caramel tones, and I melt. I lean my head back and plant my hands on the floor as my lower back finds an arched position.
A hand reaches out and finds my neck gently.
"You see those hot sluts, sissy?"
I buck my hips as I make eye contact with him.
"Men want them. But you want to be them don't you?"
