Madeline gets friendly with the help

Madeline had never been to such an adult event as a reception dinner and cocktail party hosted by an actual corporation, so her head was full of visions of glamor and elegance as she strode into the room with her shoulders back and chest out. The actual event was bound to be a disappointment to a girl raised on representations in movies and celebrity gossip; situated in a dim hotel ballroom with decor a generation out of date were assembled a crowd of mostly pudgy, middle-aged people, who as it turned out were of rather low morale despite the alleged festivity of the occasion.

Her father personified the zeitgeist, eschewing a grand entrance to shuffle directly to the corner to greet a few colleagues and commiserate at length at the fate of the company and the tedious details of its operations and their roles within it. Madeline had followed behind her father out of obligation, but became increasingly impatient as he failed to introduce her around or even acknowledge her presence (not that there were many in the bland, forlorn crowd with whom she was eager to become acquainted).

Eventually, Peter was sharing an anecdote about the career-defining deal that slipped through his fingers, while behind his back Madeline leaned backwards against a table, drumming her fingers and looking bored. A server walked by carrying a tray of glasses of wine, and he eyed Madeline's considerable cleavage with interest.

"You look like you could use a glass of wine," he observed with a smile. He was a twenty-something handsome black man, obviously fit and wearing formal clothes. Madeline was instantly smitten.

Madeline smiled, arching her back and thrusting out her DD breasts as she pushed herself back up off of the table. "Thanks, but my daddy wouldn't approve," she said apologetically, rolling her eyes over toward the adults.

"You here with your father, huh?" he asked, glancing her up and down. "That dress demands a date. Where's your boyfriend?"

"I'm not allowed to date yet, either," Madeline pouted. "I thought this was going to be fun!"

"Well, it's not too late to make our own fun," he told her. Looking side to side, he leaned toward the blonde, glancing down to catch a good view of her hooters while he did. "I'm taking a break in ten minutes, meet me in the coat check near the washrooms." Then with a wink, he turned to serve Peter and his colleagues. Madeline stifled a giggle as she winked back at him.

She waited for a few more minutes, arms across her chest. As the adults continued to ignore her and critique the wine they'd been served, Madeline realized that the mysterious server seemed to be her only chance for company tonight. With that, she walked across the room three minutes after he had left, passing the washrooms and coming to the coat check area, then noticing that it extended around a corner.

'This is probably where he means,' Madeline thought to herself as she ventured around the corner and deeper into the bowels of the building. It was surprisingly deep, and soon the noises of the party were insulated by the coats and concrete. She waited anxiously, wringing her hands, feeling naughty for having disappeared into the coat check to meet a strange black man. 'He thinks I'm beautiful and interesting,' the naive girl told herself. 'He probably wants to bring me some wine.'

"You're early." Madeline yelped, surprised by his sudden appearance. Sure enough, he was carrying a wine glass containing a fizzing liquid. "You must really need what I got for ya, blondie."

"Madeline," she said with a nervous smile by way of introduction as she accepted the drink he handed her. "But everybody calls me Maddy."

"Girls call me Mastah," he explained to her as the teenager took a tentative sip. "Down the hatch now, don't you know how to swallow, Maddy?"

"Yes, I know how to swallow, Mastah," Madeline assured him, her breasts jiggling slightly as she nodded her head to the joke, but obediently emptied the glass. "It tastes funny," she observed, moving her suddenly numb tongue around her mouth.

"Yeah, you're a lightweight, ain't ya blondie?" he observed with a smile, moving beside her and touching her hair while he looked down at her luscious rack. "Are those real?"

"Huh?" she grunted, already feeling intoxicated, before smirking at him and throwing one arm around him and pocking her tit with a finger on the other. "Oh yeah! They're real! 100% Maddy!" She chortled until he put his hand atop hers, squeezing it against her breast.

"You better not lie to me, because I know titties," he told her seriously, sliding his hand under hers and then into the dress. "I know how they feel and I know how they look." Then he leaned forward and kissed Madeline deeply on the mouth, sticking his tongue in her mouth as he drove his hand into her dress, cupping and massaging her DD breast.

Madeline had been kissed a few times before, and one boy had even been allowed to touch her breasts (over her clothes), but she had never encountered this level of dominating sexuality. She returned his forcible kiss more out of shock then anything, but it was clear he was pulling and mauling at her delicate dress to get at the body beneath.

"Wait, wait, you'll wreck the dress!" she protested as she finally managed to pull free, eyeing the lustful negro warily. "It unfastens at the top! My daddy's out there, and I can't come out of here naked!"

"Aw hell, my break's almost over anyway," he said, checking the clock on his cellphone. "Real quick: show me how that unfastens?"

"Up here, it's really simple if you're not just pulling on it!" Madeline exclaimed turning and flipping open the halter strap with the flick of a wrist. "See?"

"Show me the titties," he commanded, and from the tone of his voice Madeline knew better than argue, let alone refuse. She let the straps fall from her shoulders and chest and hang off her arms in front of her waist, so the dress wouldn't fall off completely. Then she turned, face first, to expose her chest to her negro admirer.

That's when she noticed he still at his cellphone in hand, but was pointing it in a way that was clearly filming. Madeline bit her lip nervously as he recorded her large breasts and her worried expression, not knowing what to do to stop him.

"Shake 'em a little bit, show me they're real," he commanded, and Madeline bounced slightly on her toes, using her skills as a gymnast and cheerleader to jiggle her heavy natural breasts for a leering stranger. "Yeah, that's nice Maddy... what's your name again?"

"M... Madeline Esche..." she said, voice cracking as she immediately regretted telling the truth.

"Okay, well, how about you tell me how much you're looking forward to my big black cock inside you, and I won't upload this video tonight."

Her beautiful green eyes widened with horror as she processed that, gulped and dutifully said what he wanted to hear: "Oh Mastah, I can't wait until you cram your thick black cock into me, so I can have your negro seed in my tight little cheerleader body." She licked her lips dramatically and jiggled her big naked breasts again for effect. 'That ought to keep it off the internet', Madeline reasoned optimistically.

"I guarantee it, blondie," he said, turning to go back to work. "When the brothas in the kitchen see this, they gonna want to gangbang you!" Then he was gone, leaving Madeline alone to replace her dress and ponder her rapid decline from A-student good-girl to race-baiting cock-tease. She noted with frustration that he had indeed stretched the fabric of her dress so that it didn't fit perfectly anymore, her breasts now able to move under the straps and, if she wasn't careful, fall out of the dress completely.