Entering The House

We caught an Uber to the party, when it arrived I grabbed my jacket and went to cover myself, “What do you think you are doing?” Mark asked.

I went to respond and at the last moment remembered the collar, “Moo?” I asked.

“Well for a start, cows don’t wear jackets, and secondly, that is a leather jacket, so even if you were to wear a jacket it wouldn’t be made out of the skin of your brother.” He told me in quite a serious tone.

I couldn’t help but laugh, and then I hesitated about putting the jacket away. But eventually I thought, ‘Well shit, I’m going to a party to be fucked by all sorts of people, what does it matter if the Uber driver sees me nude’.

We walked outside and Mark opened the front door of the Uber for me, I looked at him before getting in. Now, I was painted up like a cow, completely naked, in the front passenger seat with what looked like a Hispanic man staring at me. I felt myself shudder.

The driver, to his credit, tried to keep the conversation casual but kept on looking at my udders, which just made me hornier. It was about twenty minutes we were in the car for and I was starting to worry that I would be leaving a wet patch on his seat as I could feel the juices in my cunt.

When we finally pulled up the guy said “I have to ask, what are you doing going to a party naked painted up like a cow? A very attractive cow I have to say.”

Mark laughed, “She’s here to be fucked and bred. Have a great night.” He said simply as we got out of the car. The guy looked horrified and pulled away a moment later.

Out of the car I felt the cold night air hit my body, my nipples hardened in response, “Are you ready?” Mark asked as we approached the stairs to the house.

There were a couple of people outside, someone dressed as Cat Woman (Halle Berry) who was also wearing a jacket and a guy in plain clothes. I softly mooed back at Mark and wondered how I would go an entire night without talking.

Walking up the stairs the guys started to stare at me and the woman quickly gave him a slap on the arm, he quickly turned his gaze back to her.

The door was closed but unlocked and we let ourselves in, inside was warm, thankfully and reasonably loud, you would have to be pretty close to someone to have a conversation, maybe not talking wouldn’t be that hard.

Mark was taking off his coat when one of the people who lived here approached. “Mark, Kim,” she always called me Kim, which annoyed me, very few people did I allow to call me Kim. She looked us over and hesitated, “Nice cowboy outfit Mark, and Kim, is this a body suit Kim?” She sked reaching forward and pinching my side. She then paused, “It’s not a suit.”

Maggie was always a little reserved, sure she had sex, but her idea of sex was missionary. She seemed rather shocked I would show up wearing nothing but body paint.