Claire obediently entered the enclosed space and leaned against the wall. The realization of how naked she was hit her as the cool metal touched her skin. A chill ran up her spine and she shuddered. Her tits swayed as the chill reverberated through her body. "Awe Claire, you don't have to show off for me. Save it for our friends," Bethany chuckled as the doors opened revealing another long hallway. Unlike the one they just left, this wasn't packed with the normal rooms. Instead every 20 feet or so was a large double door with a golden plate. As Claire was led through the twisting halls she eventually came to a stop in front of a door. The golden plate read "Sigma Omega Kappa." From behind the thick doors Claire could hear the sounds of music and the occasional voice. "Listen up," Bethany snapped while snapping her fingers. Claire whipped around to look at her Big who was staring at her with a piercing gaze. "Claire, I'm going to let you know something. You already made the sorority, we decided it weeks ago," she started. Claire's eyes widened and she was going to show her appreciation but was cut off. "Look, usually we wouldn't give this type of event to a young member but some of our alumni wanted to see a young woman step up. We had to choose someone and we chose you. Have fun tonight but just remember you are representing us." The woman finished and gave Claire one more once over.
Claire was silent as Bethany waved the card over another black square and pushed the door open. Immediately smoke and music leaked out to the hallway as Claire was led into the biggest suite the hotel had to offer. It was easily triple the size of a normal room with three distinct areas separated by open walls. The first was a large open area where a stripper pole had been set up and a few couches and chairs were arranged around it. On the pole was a young woman who Claire recognized as a Junior member of the sorority. On the couches sat pairs of men and women who were balancing watching the acrobatic woman on the pole, and toying with each other. The pole dancer's tits were out and she wore a pair of black and pink bikini cut panties. The women were more rowdy than the men and were cheering the dancer on as she flipped around the pole twisting and shaking for the audience. In the low light of the room Claire could see a joint being passed between the couples, smoke coming off of it and being blown into the air.
The second area was normally an office space for business but tonight it was the epicenter of the party. On another set of couches a large man sat between two women. One was kissing him while the other was bobbing her head excitedly in his lap. Every so often the man would glance at the TV that was across the room that displayed a woman's face twisted in sinful bliss. Adjacent to them was a long table where people were playing cards. Two of the men were shirtless while the four women at the table were still in their bras. The dealer, a nice looking brunette, was dealing cards. As soon as the bigger of the two men received his cards he threw his kid back and let out a deep groan while moving his hand underneath the table. The seconds felt like hours as Claire watched a naked middle aged woman with gray hairs crawl from under the table and kiss the man on the cheek. The man in turn laughed as he scooted the chair back and allowed her to sit in his lap. Together the couple shared a laugh as the table clapped for them. In the far corner of this portion was a mini bar. Two women, one with blue hair, and the other with auburn sat in pink corsets and black panties. They were happily mixing drinks and handing them to the guests who would occasionally come up.
Milling about between the two sections were a few younger men and women. The music that played in the background had the two of them swaying in time. The women of varying races grinded and kissed on some of the men. In the air hung the scent of arousal and excitement combined with a haze of weed smoke. It was then that Claire finally noticed that all the men in the room were black. Younger and older, some chubby others were thin, all of the men were shades of black. Claire subconsciously licked her lips as she stood there.
The last area was the bedroom area, albeit it was a little modified. The king sized bed had a pure white comforter on with several plush pillows. Above the bed was a framed picture of a curvy redhead pale woman laying back as a black man descended down above her. Claire found the painting beautiful as the colors of the two subjects made for a gorgeous contrast. The painting felt like a look into her future as she let her eyes glance over to the side of the bed. There was a huge L-shaped couch that was empty. Bethany started to walk forward lightly tugging on the leash and bringing Claire into the proverbial spotlight. As the two women entered the room a wave of silence rolled over the assembled guests and Claire felt herself twice as exposed as before.
Unaware or indifferent to Claire's shyness Bethany addressed the crowd. "Esteemed Alumni of Sigma Omega Kappa and you lovely men they have brought, my name is Bethany Morgan. I am a current member of Sigma Omega Kappa and the coordinator for this year's festivities to celebrate our Week of Sisterhood. Tonight we have a very special event for you. With some help from our esteemed gentlemen we are going to perform a Bull Run for you all." the room exploded into drunken cheers at the mention of the event. The significance of what was said wasn't lost on Claire, but the details were. Bethany waved her hand at a few of the younger black men who broke away from their partners to move towards the couch.
Claire counted five in total moving past her but eyeing her like a piece of meat. The men looked familiar to her, and there was a feeling deep in her gut that she had seen them before. Carefully she tried studying their faces, into their lust-filled brown eyes. Each one sported the type of musculature that implied they could throw her around with ease. Her mind was blanking on where she had seen them, maybe her classes or maybe just around campus. Surely she would remember such fine looking studs, then again it was difficult. Her school had a lot of good looking black men, which was a stark difference from her midwestern lilly white town. That was a difference that she championed to her fellow pledges on many drunken nights. Each of them could recite a time when Claire boldly declared her lust for a large black man she had seen somewhere. Claire was brought from her day dream when she heard Bethany's voice again. "We know that you esteemed ladies have busy schedules and want to enjoy your men, but let us put on this show for you. Our newest member Claire has proudly volunteered to be our show cow tonight." Bethany lightly tugged on the leash and Claire had to take a step forward not to be caught off balance. "Give us a spin Claire. Show everyone the nice big ass of yours and your big udders," Bethany laughed while unhooking the leash.
The poor woman's face burned red as she started to spin. A mixture of emotions bubbled in her body as she heard herself referred to as a cow, however some positive ones were there too as she heard drunken cheers from the crowd of women. Bethany placed a hand on her shoulder stopping the woman mid turn and whispered to her, "Give the crowd a little shake now." While the older woman's words were polite the slap she delivered stung and Claire yelped in response. Wanting to avoid another harsh slap she bent forward causing her unsupported breasts to hang low giving the five bulls a nice look into her cleavage. Doing her best she wiggled causing her ass cheeks to jiggle.
The women hooped and hollered at the display. "Ooh she's a sexy one, can't wait to see that ass pounded," yelled the woman who crawled from the table earlier. The woman lay her head on her partner's shoulder as his thick fingers teased at her pussy lips. Another woman chimed up, "Bet she wants those big udders played with!" Everyone in the room laughed at their own raucous behavior. Claire dipped her face down to the floor hiding her blush as she felt the burn in her legs from showing her ass off.
While the assembled women laughed at her Bethany took things a step forward. A well manicured hand reached around and cupped her tit, lifting it up. "Oh she does," Bethany started, "Y'all bulls better pay attention to these big tits. My cow here loves them sucked and twisted." In a shocking display of her own depravity Bethany pinched the nipple hard and smacked Claire's ass. The flesh rippled as Claire shot her head up and groaned, throwing her blonde hair back. With her mouth agape she met the eyes of the men, and immediately shut her mouth. Bethany laughed, "See y'all. Playing with her nipples makes her moo."
Another of the alumni spoke up, "Enough teasing the poor girl. She looks desperate, let her go at those lovely bulls...or maybe I will." The woman licked her lips as she stared at the men with the hunger that Claire was too shy to display. The assembled guests were now paying more attention to the men who were in various states of hardness. Even not fully hard the cocks pressed against the black fabric of the boxers threatening to burst free. Claire's heart skipped a beat as she licked her lips again.
