Hour 1

The first hour went by relatively easily. You'd made your way to the kitchen, growing wet by the ogling of black men around you, seeing you as nothing more than a big breasted blonde bimbo. All you were to them was a walking fuck hole.

A reputation you hadn't really helped yourself with over the past few days.

You stood in the kitchen, drinking cola, and flirting with every guy who talked to you, you even let one or two grope you, but for some reason they all decided to walk off eventually.

It left you frustrated, these feelings still confused you, you had to keep asserting to yourself that you had a mission. A mission you admittedly had been close to failing on several occasions. You couldn't help it, those big black cocks were just so good. No, you had to resist.

Another pressure built inside you, you needed to pee.

You rushed through the crowd, pushing past black guy after black guy, god how many were there, the feeling of needing to piss mixed with the arousal.

You finally found the bathroom, and burst through the door, to be met with an incredible sight.

A black guy sat on the toilet lid, trousers around his ankles, and a brunette sucking his dick. You felt a pang of jealousy, she was not as hot as you, how could this guy pick her over you?

You caught yourself thinking that. But you were still stood, staring at the girl giving a black cock fellatio.

The guy noticed you,

"Hey blondie," he gasped "plenty of room for another."

You needed to pee, you couldn't with them there. Maybe there was somewhere else, then again, that cock did look so good. Maybe if you helped, you'd get him off faster, and be able to piss.