Conversations with a new friendly face

We went into a lounge room which was a little less crowded as there was no liquor being served here, it was still full, but not packed. I looked around for a couple of chairs and couldn’t see any. I was about to take us somewhere else when a guy in a sofa wearing a frat badge indicated I could use his lap. I shrugged and took a seat.

“Aren’t you cold?” The black woman asked.

I shook my head, “Not really, partially the excitement, partially the ****.”

The guy I was sitting on leant to my ear and said, “So you’re the entertainment. If you grab a blanket from there, I will keep you warm.” His suggestion was clear.

I stood up and leant over, giving him a good look at my painted pussy and grabbed a light blanket. As I sat on his lap again I could feel he had freed his cock and knew I was going to get my first cock of the night.

Slowly I settled into his lap, my cunt was dripping so he found his way in pretty easy, I closed my eyes and when I opened them the black woman in front of me had a hand over hers, she knew I was getting fucked. “What’s your name?” She asked after I got settled.

I smiled, “Zebra,” I told her as I rocked on the lovely cock in my snatch, “yours?”

“Chantel,” she replied.

“Tell me Chantel, did you ever think you would be drinking cum cocktails at a frat party?” The guy I was riding was perfectly happy to not be part of the conversation, just listen and savour the zebra riding him.

She shook her head, “No, but it was a rush. So you’re a prostitute?”

I shrugged awkwardly, “I guess so, I get paid to dress up as animals and be used and abused at parties.”

She laughed, “That’s one way to pay for tuition.”

I pulled her closer and kissed her again as I ground against the frat boy under me. “I’m not a student, I do it for fun and get paid well for it,” I said as we separated. “Why are you interested?”

She shook her head, “No I couldn’t do that.”

I took a moment to appreciate her, dark skin, hazel eyes, full lips and tits I would kill for. “That’s what the Giraffe said at the last party, now…”

She bit her lip, “I don’t think I could get painted like you, with how dark my skin is,” she made an excuse.

I smiled, “Tell you what? You go find the Giraffe and let me enjoy this guy. Have a chat, she’s my body painter, maybe she will surprise you.”

The guy I was fucking was pulling on my nipples and piercings and I let out a brief moo.

“What was that?” Chantel asked.

I blushed, “Last party I was a cow and wasn’t allowed to speak other than moo. I guess it kind of stuck,” She laughed and covered her eyes again. Then she bit her lip and looked around the room, I could tell she wanted to talk to Miranda. “Go, we can chat later, if I’m not too busy.”

She nodded and left, as she did I leant back into the guy who was fucking me trying to get his cock deeper.