It Was A Black Minotaur.

Behind me, watching was a large black man with a bare chest, he had shaggy hair and horns as well as some make up and a prosthetic snout. He was also wearing shaggy black pants and walking in shoes which looked somewhat similar to my own. They were black glossy hooves with no heel, it appeared this large man was walking on his toes only just like me.

Hulk continued to grope my arse as Catherine continued to grope one breast, the minotaur walked closer and grabbed my other breast, his large black hand contrasting against the pale pink of my udder. “Got milk?” He asked in a deep throaty voice.

I couldn’t believe that inside of twenty minutes I was being groped by three separate people at a party where I was dressed up like a cow completely naked.

Catherine quickly pipped up as I started to quietly moo, “I guess you are very friendly.” I looked at her with lust in my eyes. “We’re from out of town. Friends of Isaac.” She continued, “We are staying here, would you like to be more friendly?” I nodded my head

Catherine started to guide me away from the group as she turned to the Minotaur and said, “I promise we will bring your cow back in one piece.”

The large black man laughed, “She’s not my cow.” He said with a smile.

Catherine grabbed my bell and started leading me along with her boyfriend following behind. As I was being led I managed to catch Mark’s eye. He was deep in conversation with a woman in a school girl outfit and I thought that I might not be the only one getting lucky tonight.

As we mounted the stairs a black Black Cat approached, it took me a moment to recognise her as my best friend Julie, “If you tie her up with those bandages, let me know. I can think of more then one beast that would like to mount that cow.” She said with a wink.

Julian leant forward, “Do you know her?” He asked. I nodded my head.

As we continued up the stairs I thought about how strange it was for me to be going to a bedroom with two people I don’t know, especially since we hadn’t even had a conversation. This followed with a thought about how stupid that was when I couldn’t talk.

Entering the bedroom Catherine pulled me into a kiss, my hands went to her breast, they were firm and round but not large like mine, I reached under the bandages to find she was wear nothing underneath and parted them, revelling her breasts to me.

In the light from outside the open window I could see she had three love hearts tattooed on the inside of her left breast in a line running down, each one smaller than the one above.