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My Cosplayer Girlfriend Likes To Watch 26
🕑 Added 2024-04-04 04:15:55 +0000 UTCThroughout life, there were many challenges, but even more than that, there were fateful meetings.
Amanda was the first of many.
And once again, she was in bed, wearing a pair of tiny shorts that were now around only one of her ankles, a slightly frayed pink half vest that was unbuttoned to allow her breasts to swing free as she got pounded into the bed, her head was covered in an orange wig that was already splashed behind her, and the dog ears attached to it had almost popped off already, the band half slipping out of place as the large man in front of her pounded her hard, the bed creaking with every single thrust.
Her juicy cunt was almost exploding in fluids every time the magnificently large shaft was buried back into her, and she had to be held down with his hands at her shoulders because she was arching her back and bucking into the man fucking her, she was shaking so much she was almost vibrating.
But there was no mercy, she continued getting pounded, getting dicked, she begged, cried and screamed for more with every thrust, physically and verbally, giving her all to her partner, even grabbing onto his wrists with her hands for support, closing her eyes and making an absolutely perverted face as she was reaching her limit.
With a howling cry that was befitting of the dog-eared character she was cosplaying, Amanda arched her back one final time, thrusting against her partner, and telling the world and everyone in it that she was cumming her brains out, and not a moment too soon after she did that, after her entire body went through a shuddering orgasm, she dropped back, a goofy smile on her face as she went unconscious from the sheer intensity of her orgasm.
Panting, the opponent she had just faced pulled back and stepped off of the bed, which he had been laying his knees on.
Everyone else in the hotel room looked with wide eyes and hanging jaws.
As the man stepped off, droplets of vaginal fluid and precum, but no semen, dripped down the length of his shaft in rivulets, he took in a deep breath and moved to the one closest to Amanda.
Elizabeth, Lizzie to her friends and family, was seated not too far, on the same bed, and her jaw hung open until she realized that she was being approached as well. She had her long blond hair free, allowing it to flow behind her, and she wore a black leotard a few sizes too small and a light pink cape, accented with red belts and she also had a toy halberd with a large yellow gem held in one hand, though she couldn't hold onto it for long as she was pushed down.
She was just about tall enough to play the character, but unlike her cousin, Elizabeth didn't quite have the considerable... assets the character had. It was a dichotomy, Janine had the tits, but not the height, and Elizabeth had the height, but her much more reasonably sized breasts simply weren't large enough.
But that was a moot point as Janine didn't own the right costume anyway, so she was stuck cosplaying with clothes too small for her everywhere but the chest. Not that she was complaining.
No, instead she was gulping as the still wet and lubricated cock was put in front of her, as she was pushed down, the bottom of her leotard slipped aside, and feeling the flesh pole pushing its way into her own waiting cunt, spreading her wide open and forcing her to endure an incredibly potent and powerful assault that she didn't even have a ghost of a chance at withstanding.
Elizabeth was quickly put in the same position as the woman cosplaying a matching costume to hers, on her back on the bed as a large man pounded her furiously into the mattress and the bedsprings and legs were creaking and protesting the mighty assault, her gushing pussy was even making lewd noises that almost filled the air before her own voice cut through them, only to be cut again by her desperation to fill her lungs with oxygen as it was driven out of her over and over again by a cock that seemed to be smashing its way into her ribcage from how deep it was going and how hard it was hitting her.
Each thrust was clearly breaking her sanity momentarily, until she reached her limit, and then much like the previous woman, she, too, found herself cumming her brains out, hands on her partner's shoulders, legs crossing behind his back, one of the shoes of her costume flying off as she did this, and then she shuddered, cumming until she lost strength, falling back and then curling up into a ball as her partner moved off of her, mewling almost cutely as she did so.
Next up was, perhaps not originally the third person, but she was the third one to truly make herself available, and also a fellow cosplayer, met in an event not too long ago, who had tried to do something rather shitty but found herself turning a new leaf. She was seated opposite the other two, on the hotel room's other bed, which was close enough that the man only had to turn around to be onto her.
Her hair was a bright brown color held up in twintails with white ribbons, a white undershirt with black edges, zipped up in the middle with a black flap covering the zipper, a white and blue microskirt, and a pair of cute orange panties that were visible as she sat on the bed, scrambling back a little as she saw the large man turn towards her.
Rita was someone who had earned a punishment at first, and then become a better friend than anyone would've expected... and she had earned what was about to happen to her, at first as the punishment, and now, as a reward for good behavior. turned around, putting herself on all fours, showing her orange panties again, but she was grabbed by the hips, pulled back, and had her panties roughly pulled down. She opened her mouth to speak but only a yelp came out, which soon became a shriek of pleasure.
She, obviously, wanted to have some time to get ready. But she wasn't gonne get it, no, instead what she got was immense, overpowering pleasure as her tight pussy was split wide open by a cock that gave no quarter and took no prisoners, and which went all the way into her. Looking at her face, anyone would've been excused to think it had gone all the way into her brain.
And then he began moving, first doggy style, him standing, her on all fours, but then he climbed on the bed with her and put one hand on her back and with the other, he pulled her legs off from under her, causing her to become prone on bed, and then starting to lay into her even harder, pushing her and fucking her into the bed just as hard as he had the others.
Her cries became muffled, her screams of pleasure barely intelligible, and then he put both hands on the bed for support and redoubled his speed and strength to give her one final searing orgasmic peak, ramming his cock into her with furious speed until she came undone, her face raising as she cried out in intense pleasure at first, then her shriek became strangled as she ran out of air.
Fourth, last but not least, was the latest one to join the group... a frequent con goer, but not necessarily someone who cosplayed in them much if ever. Beatrice had slightly boyish features, that would've been cute on a boy and handsome on a man, but which gave her an unique and interesting appeal that most women didn't have.
Especially brought out as they were, with makeup and a proper costume, including an ash blond wig in the right length and style. She wore a tan cloak and a white tabard with a green design on it, no other part of the character's outfit, and as she watched what just happened directly next to her with a hanging jaw, she realized what was about to happen to her.
She was cosplaying a male character, and she knew it. She raised the tabard just enough to show her panties, enough to show that she was wearing a chastity cage under them, making a bulge in the shape of a very small penis. For cosplaying a girly, effeminate male character, the quintessential trap, this was not just necessary, it was essential.
She was pushed on her back, and the special trick of her panties was revealed, her ass was not at all covered, neither by her panties nor by the chastity belt, revealing her clean, well lubricated butthole, which was quickly penetrated by the massive cock that was still slick with the fresh pussy juice it had gathered from the previous woman who had been fucked.
With at first a slightly pained cry, Beatrice voiced her feelings, followed shortly by voicing nothing but pleasure as she was getting pounded from behind, her legs high in the air, held at the ankles by the hand of a man who seemed to become larger every second, looming over her, furiously fucking her in such a way that she couldn't even think about what was happening to her.
With a slight push, the man got her on her back, and then lifted her so her weight was on her shoulders and pushed her legs back until they were also on the bed, climbing onto it again and looming over her, pounding her ass now aided by gravity, almost sitting on top of her as she continued to cry out in anal ecstasy.
Already massively turned on from watching the previous three couplings, there was simply no realistic way for her to resist, and when fucked that hard, that thoroughly, that suddenly and that quickly, it was no wonder she couldn't resist and was pushed to the absolute limit of pleasure, a particularly powerful and deep thrust that reached her sweetest spots finally triggering the chain of orgasms that had her becoming insensate, just like the rest.
Finally, the man pulled out and off of her, panting, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, and his forehead with his palm.
It was time, then.
He turned to where someone had been watching from the very start.
Seated there, wearing a black bodysuit with painted purple lines, cut to reveal her gushing wet pussy and with holes for her large breasts, and having used hair spray to darken her hair to a more golden blond shade, was the true protagonist of the event witnessed.
The birthday girl.
Janine had discarded most of her costume already, had one hand on her mouth, two fingers going in and out, and another pinching her nipple, the other having two rotors glued to it. A dildo was sticking out of her pussy, moving, vibrating and shaking, a wire went into her pussy linked to a controller taped to her right thigh, and two more went into her asshole, tapped to her left thigh.
She wore contact lenses, colored, her left eye red, her right eye green, and she directed that mismatched, heterochromatic stare at the man, at her beloved, who approached her.
She was a little teary eyed as the man approached her, panting. "I, I made it," she spoke, her voice a little airy, "I managed to, to hold it in... c-can I, have my, my reward now?" she asked, looking up at the approaching man.
He nodded, grabbed his red, throbbing hard cock in one hand and stepped close enough to her, sat on the vaunted cuck chair of the hotel room, to put it in her mouth.
She puckered her lips and kissed the tip, then opened her lips and engulfed the head.
He let go, relaxed his muscles and it was as if all the pleasure hit him at once, and he came not once, not twice and not three times, but as if he was having four simultaneous orgasms, complete with all the built up cum, the noises that came from him almost as deafening as the sensation of the rushing cum past her lips and down her throat was brain numbing.
As if in response to this, Janine's own body finally let go and she allowed herself to cum as well, and her orgasm was so insane, so powerful and potent, that she actually managed to squeeze out the dildo in her pussy, almost shooting it out of her pussy like a torpedo, followed by a gushing squirt of pussy juices, spewing her juices at the same rate that he was shooting his into her.
Semen filled her stomach and her very heart, and she swallowed, swallowed and swallowed some more, living her very best life, with each spurt of cum, it was like another orgasm exploded into her, and she could do little more but simply sit there and accept the pleasure raining into her.
For what felt like forever.
Her stomach felt so full she felt she might actually get a little sick from it, and she could feel it sloshing inside her almost, but she endured it.
After all that, after wave upon wave of semen, after every orgasm it triggered in her...
She let go, her lips made a popping noise, and she sat back, as her partner almost stumbled back himself, the sudden relaxation almost enough to knock him on his ass.
It took a few minutes before anyone was in any position to do, or say, anything, though soon enough, people began to move. Amanda was the first, citing the need to pee and going to the bathroom.
"Can we eat cake now?" Rita asked.
Janine's cousin and her boyfriend then got up and moved towards the kitchen.
"I... might skip the cake," Janine giggled, patting her tummy, still looking flat from the surface, but as full as it could be, or at least, it fell that way.
Before anyone could say anything, Janine was staring at her cake, a relatively simple but delicious looking chocolate cake covered in white frosting, some of it gathered into creamy looking swirls with a cherry, and the middle was a bigger swirl with small chocolate balls, bars and canes stuck onto it and a lit candle on top.
Beatrice whistled. "That's homemade, isn't it?" she asked.
"Yup," Elizabeth replied, "I even got to lick the spoon when he was done with it," she joked.
Janine closed her eyes.
"There's always room for dessert I guess!" she said.
The others laughed, and cake was had, and it was delicious.
