I didn't know what she was supposed to be, exactly, my guess was a character from some anime that I'd not yet seen. Her costume was one that I suspected to be scarcely legal in nature. She wore a tight white bra, or bikini-like top that snugly pushed her immense breasts together up against her chest, as well as panties that were almost too scanty and not there to qualify as such. They didn't connect around her thighs, but seemed to just slide along between her legs, scarcely concealing her naughty bits from either side, and they appeared to be held up with a pair of suspenders hooked to garters along her body. The garters, in turn, connected to long stockings, which then led to a pair of seductive, high heeled boots. She wore a cloth collar around her neck, a set of fake, triangular, animal-like ears, and her eyes were decorated with glittery, seductive eyeliner, and long, fluttering eyelashes. And finally, on top of it all, she carried with her a tremendous, deadly looking prop sword, an artifact which almost certainly had its origins in anime, and which, in my present mode of sexualizing this beautiful creature, seemed to me especially phallic in nature, a stand-in for a dick that let the viewer know, on no uncertain terms, that this was a girl who knew what she wanted, and wouldn't put up with anyone's bullshit.
I was stunned, mouth agape as she walked past, my heart racing, and my head spinning like there was no goddamn tomorrow. I knew what I wanted all of the sudden, and I was astounded when, slowly, she turned back to look at me, seeming in that moment as though she was suspended in slow motion. She was with a group of other people at the time, but seemed just then to wholly distinguish herself from the group by the simple act of turning around to face me.
Admittedly, the moment hadn't lasted very long, but I thought for certain that I could see in her eyes a glitter of desire, a burning want that equaled my own. But it didn't contain the same sort of desperation that I felt for her in turn. Instead, it was a look of the utmost coolness and collectedness, knowing as she did that she could have anyone in the world that she wanted, whereas I still remained burdened with the insecurities of my past to some extent.
But from that look alone, I was filled with the confidence it would take for me to go up and approach her. To make my intentions known, and to establish firmly my interest in such a lithe, vivacious little mink of a girl.
Just then, however, just as quickly as the moment had arrived, it had passed once more. Or rather, I found myself torn rather abruptly away from it, my mind now suddenly and wholly occupied by a diversion most unwanted.
I felt the shock of sensations bursting through my system, followed a fraction of a second later by the reverberating sound of flesh smacking unabashedly against flesh in my ear. I felt fingernails sinking into my right butt cheek, threatening to tear through the spandex should they dig any deeper, and instantly a boiling feeling of rage began to simmer up inside me.
“Nice ass, cutie...” said the petulant voice, the stabbing anger inside me growing more ferocious at the sound of the words, and an emotion tantamount to bloody murder rose like a high tide inside me.
As much as I may have idealized conventions and cosplaying up to this point, it remains a sad fact that such venues are a hotbed for potential incidents of sexual harassment, as sad and as shameful a fact as that is. This fact, in turn disgusted me, and although my goal in coming here had largely been that of sexual conquest, any shit stain who thought he had a right to my body, in any way, shape or form, was the exact opposite of the sort of individual I wished to claim as my bedfellow.
Without thinking, without even getting a look at the asshole who'd groped me, I found myself reflexively seizing his hand. I twisted his arm, and flung him harshly to the ground, moving with ninja like agility that I'd not honestly even known myself to possess.
“Keep your fucking hands away from me, you jagoff,” I scowled, peering into his dead eyes and looking at his sad face. He was a scrawny little piss-ant, dressed up in the costume of an anti-hero that didn't come close to fitting him properly, and I almost felt sorry for him more than anything. What a pathetic waste of space...
Although I didn't regret my actions from a moral standpoint at all- scum like this guy needed to be dealt with somehow or another, after all- I suddenly realized that I might have responded a bit rashly to his actions. I could very well get thrown out of the con for something like that, I thought, and indeed when I looked up I saw a couple of security guards peering in my direction. But they didn't do anything, they just stared at me, grinning... I mean, I supposed they could have just been cosplayers pretending to be security guards, for that matter... God only knows at a place like this.
But then, when I looked around me, I actually noticed a few people cheering at me, encouraging my violent behavior.
It should have encouraged me, I guess, but somehow it made me more nervous, and before I knew it I was flitting away from the scene like a bat out of hell, trying to make a break for it.
I made it my mission, then, to try and locate the sexy vixen again after having lost her, needing to occupy my mind with something as I dug my way through the crowd.
But after what felt like several minutes of searching, there was still no sign of her, and I had to at last stop, resignedly, giving up the chase. I was still panting, trying to catch my breath, when suddenly I heard a voice from behind me.
“Excuse me... Miss? Are you alone?”
I turned, defensive once more, but quickly enough let my guard down. It may not have been the girl I was looking for, but it was adequate enough a distraction for the time being. A dude, strapped and full of muscle, his body pure splendor to behold, dressed up in a skin-tight superhero outfit as he was, and looking fine as hell from head to toe.
I could work with this, I decided.
“Yes... Yes, I am,” I said, brushing my hair back behind my ear- it had gotten mussed in my escape from the scene of the ass-grabber.
“Oh, well I saw you back there a bit ago, and I just wanted to introduce myself. The name's Derek.”
“Alicia,” I responded flirtatiously, extending a hand to him, and feeling suddenly absorbed by his attention. We shook hands, and his touch sent a shock of warmth through my entire anatomy.
He smiled at me, and then said slowly, “You know... That guy you beat up was a real douchebag, just so you know... I mean, obviously you've seen that for yourself, but he has quite a storied history of douchebaggery at these things. He's a real prick...”
“That's not surprising,” I said wryly, feeling my heart rate gradually settling back down, and my arousal amplify conversely, my body shifting in such a way that it gave Derek here the tastiest morsels of me I had to offer. I could see him, trying to resist the temptation to ogle me, to watch as my breasts and hips pushed out invitingly for him, needing as he did to distance his character from that of the douchebag in question.
“Yeah,” he continued, clearly trying not to break a sweat or pop a boner right now (such reactions tend to be embarrassingly obvious when it comes to wearing skin-tight spandex,) “I'm surprised he hasn't gotten himself kicked out of these things by now...”
I could feel him, growing hotter and hotter beneath the surface for me, clenching his fists as he tried to keep his mind from getting the best of him, and his efforts failing him all the while.
In that moment, as I subtly licked my lips at him and fluttered my eyelashes, I began to wonder why the hell the art of seduction had seemed like such an elaborate and difficult one to me in the past.
Under the right circumstances, it was like taking candy from a goddamn baby...
Chapter 3
Once upon a time, Derek would have been the precise sort of strapped, popular individual who paid no heed in the slightest to a wallflower of a girl such as myself. I would have gone out of my way to avoid him, in any case, and our paths might never have crossed in any way that came anywhere close to substantial.
But now, here I was beneath him, his body draped on top of me like a fucking blanket, his heat pumping into me, and his erect cock now allowe
d to grind freely up against my sweaty, trembling thighs.
The two of us had talked for maybe an hour or so before I'd managed to seduce him back to his room, and it seemed that the two of us shared quite the exciting sexual chemistry with one another. He'd gotten me stripped down out of my spandex by this point, down to nothing but my bra and panties- and of course the mask, as well, which was an instrumental part of my being able to go through with this at all. He'd tried to get me to take it off at first, but gradually I think my smoking hot body was enough to take his mind off the subject...
In turn, I'd gotten him to strip down ass naked in front of me, peeling out of his clothes one article at a time in a most delectable striptease, and whipping that long, hard cock of his out into the open. I'd insisted, all the while, that he keep his cape on throughout the proceedings, as for some reason I found that this one scanty covering still in place turned me on like hell.
I'd been a little intimidated at first, getting down on my knees and taking the shaft of his penis in my hand. It was my first time ever handling such a unit, and though it was nerve-wracking for a moment, I found that I'd watched more than enough porn up to this point to be able to handle him just fine. It really wasn't that hard at all, honestly. Well, it was hard, but the act of pleasuring it wasn't hard... You know what I mean.
Before I knew it, I had my lips around the damn thing, sliding my tongue seductively along the underside of his shaft, nibbling on his scrotum. Deep throating him, then, choking myself on that long, hard wang, gouging myself repeatedly on him, tears trickling along my face as I pushed and swallowed and took in as much of his goddamn immensity as I could possibly handle.
At last, when I could no longer continue to suck him off, he'd pulled me up onto the bed, and now our tongues were halfway down one another's throats, grunts of pleasure flowing up from either of us as we groped and touched and entwined ourselves in one another like wild.
He put his hand onto my still covered breast and began to squeeze, to knead up the flesh in his grip, his fingernails sinking into me, and filling me to the brim with the most untold, unholy, and wholly sweet sensations.
I moaned, and his palm slid down, down, down along my body, slipping like liquid into my panties, and causing my eyes to grow wide as sin. It was the first time I'd ever been touched by a man, and God did he ever know what he was doing. His fingers caressed the wet, willing lips of my twat, sliding up and down, back and forth, ravishing my pussy with such a tremendous flood of sensations that I began to grow dizzy. Then, God help me, he began to fiddle with my clitoris, to agonize that swollen nub of flesh like there was no fucking tomorrow, and I let out a tremendous squeal of pleasure, indicating, beyond a doubt, that I was ready for things to escalate.
He slid me out of my bra and panties, exposing my nudity for the first time, his eyes darting all across my form, and the clearly that he liked what he saw. He ran kisses along my flesh, then, easing me wholly into the moment, and when he could tell I was genuinely hot and bothered for him, he mounted his way up on top of me.
He pushed his way inside, inch by inch by agonizing inch of his long hard cock curving up into my tight pussy, the first human being ever to have the liberty of penetrating me. It had been a bit of a challenge to contain him at first, but it was one to which I adapted in short enough order, and by the time he touched down inside me, my head was positively swimming with delight.
He began slowly, very slowly at first, out of respect for me and for what he assumed were my needs, based around the fact that I'd revealed to him that this was my first time, the loss of my virginity. I loved the friction as he pushed his way steadily in, out, in, out of my pussy, filling me up with sensations, and although the initial clearing of the hurdle had been a trying one, I now found that I wanted more, more, so much more than he was giving me.
“Mmm... Oh... Oh yeah... Yeah... Harder... Harder... Oh yeah, I like it... Harder, harder, harder, faster faster faster...”
I could feel him hesitating to succumb to my wishes, thinking that I wasn't yet ready for him to increase his speed. But I put my hands on his ass as though to guide his thrusting, and gradually he began to follow along, fucking me with an increased force, at a greater speed, and trying, as best he could, to keep up with my demands.
“Harder, harder, harder god damn it... Fuck, fuck, fuck...”
He'd vastly underestimated my capacity for being torn apart, it seemed. If he'd expected the taking of my virginity to be a roll in the hay, he was dead fucking wrong- I was going to make him work for it, to make him please me to the fullest and filthiest extent imaginable.
Before long, he was pounding me relentlessly, fucking me more severely than ever. Our wet, aroused genitals were smashing harshly together, his ass bouncing through the air as he progressively annihilated me with a greater and greater force. He was holding my legs up with his hands to allow for deeper penetration, and surely he thought, before long, that I would reach climax, that he could release himself all over my pussy, and the two of us could reach satisfaction.
But when at last it seemed that my requests for him to fuck me harder and faster would not be so easily exhausted, he found himself collapsing on top of me, his immaculate weight feeling tremendous, and the fact that I'd managed to take so much out of him strangely gratifying in its way.
“God, girl,” he wheezed, as I slid my fingers tenderly through his wet, sweat-soaked hair, “You're seriously wearing me out.”
I smiled at him, and given that his erect penis was still lodged up inside me, I nestled my pelvis more firmly into his body, just to drive the point home further. He shuddered, clearly still game for sex once he'd regained a bit of energy, and I decided that maybe it was my turn to take the reign...
I flipped him over onto his back, surprising him a little bit, I do believe. I mounted him on top, then, staring into his wide eyes, and even I have to confess to being just the least bit surprised at my own, sudden boldness.
And I proceeded to grind, to thrust, to fuck him from on top. Drilling him as deep into my body as I could manage to force him to go, bouncing up and down on that rock hard cock of his like there was no tomorrow. His veins, his ridges felt tremendous as I felt his engorged tip drilling deeper and deeper up into me, evoking a series of passionate screams from deep within my breast. Speaking of which, I grabbed my jiggling tits for support as I ravished him, and then poured every muscle in my body into the act of destroying myself up against him.
At last the friction was mounting to the extent I'd been hoping it would all along, the sensations radiating through my body, and finally sending me spiraling over the edge with pleasure. Derek, from beneath, began to throb, to burst, to ejaculate wildly up inside me, pouring me full of his hot, molten cum. Pulse after pulse of the thick, luscious substance drenched my pussy from wall to wall, coating me in his fluids, and in turn causing me to spiral into such pleasure that it largely defied words.
An orgasm that was unlike any that I'd ever before had the pleasure of experiencing came shooting through my body in waves, causing my toes to curl, my spine to arch, and my fingers to go curling into Derek's flesh for dear life. I let out a tremendous, howling roar of pleasure, and after an extended stay at the uppermost heights of sexual pleasure, I collapsed on his chest, heaving, panting, the two of us kissing and caressing, groping one another like there was no damn tomorrow.
This shy little thing wasn't a virgin anymore...
Chapter 4
Instead of satiating me, that first round of sexual bliss only unlocked in me a need for so much more. I was sure that Derek's cock would have been more than capable of further thrilling me had that been my prerogative, but I explained to him that I was new to this, and wanted to fully explore my options while the getting was good.
He seemed disappointed, and I bargained with them, asking him whether he had any friends...
We had arranged to meet back at his hotel room later on in the evening for another roll in the hay, this time with
a third person in the mix, as a means of allowing me to experience my first ever threesome- mere hours after having lost my virginity.
Slipping back into my skin-tight spandex proved difficult after having stripped it all off, but with some adjusting, I eventually managed to do so, and set off into the convention center in the quest for more nookie.
It was afternoon, now, the day already halfway over, and in spite of the beauties both male and female that surrounded me right and left, I found myself continuing to obsess over the gorgeous, dark-skinned anime chick whom I'd encountered prior to beating up that prick of an ass-grabber. I looked high and low for that beautiful girl, hoping for some sign of her anywhere but after a while it seemed like an utterly hopeless pursuit.
Besides, I reasoned, even if she did still happen to be here anywhere, who was to say that she was really a lesbian, or bisexual? Why waste all my time here looking for her, when there were so many other options for bedfellows that it made one's head spin to try and consider them all?
I was just about to give up on finding her again, trying to decide what else might be of interest to me sexually, when suddenly I found myself practically running into the very girl in question as the two of us rounded the corner of the ladies room.
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