The night hadn't been in full swing for more than 40 minutes and yet my head was spinning...
The house was full. 60, maybe 70 people, all dancing, smoking, drinking, fucking, watching the game, and there I was. Caged. Leaking. In a pair of pink heels, pink stockings, a pink garter belt, no underwear, a pink butt plug, a blonde wig and a flat metal chastity cage. "You'll be the party bimbo," he told me as he was holding my waist earlier that evening. His veiny black hands contrasting my pale skin. One trembles even as one types this out. He had asked me to get dressed earlier that afternoon because he wanted "To fuck a little girl before the real ladies arrive." I was ordered to face the wall with my hands above my head. He spread my legs and with his warm hands he held my petite waist, his pecs pressed against my upper back. He fucked me like the little slut I am until he was sweating and I was whimpering. So as the party went on I found myself walking like a newborn deer, my legs trembling. Every so often I would see him with another girl, or I would see another irresistible black bull, and instantly my face would flush red and I'd twitch down between my legs.
A corridor encounter, Orlando the 6ft 8 bull, aggressively pulls me into a dark room and we stand in the darkness facing each other. His thick, throbbing cock presses against my belly and I start breathing heavily. I haven't had an orgasm in 3 years. My hands sit on my outer thighs and my body quivers.
"Oh baby look at you." He takes my hands and places them around his shaft. "Such a good girl," Those words make me dumb. I lean my head on his body and begin pumping him vigorously. He grunts. He calls me it again. "Such a goooood little girl."
The pumping speeds up and I start arching my back and bucking my hips.
He lifts me up with his hands on my ass and as he kisses my neck he carries me to a bed. My eyes now are adjusting to the darkness but his dark skin keeps him a mystery. All i have is the smell of his sex and his warm touch.
He, still holding me, falls back onto the bed. I land on top of him and a little giggle falls out of my mouth.
I can feel his sexual frustration in his writhing and the throbbing of his cock.