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"I'm still not sure how you managed to convince me to do this…" I said, grumbling under the mask Angela had given me.
"Shush." She said, adjusting the final pieces of my costume in the changing rooms at the con. "And try not to move the stitching is still off.
Welcome to comic con. Cosplay, anime, and of course comic books were all on the menu here. I had planned to come on my own and walk around for a bit when Angela told me she needed a favor. This year they were holding a contest, the most original/best-looking costume would gain a small cash prize, a picture in a magazine I've never heard about, and a 10% discount at the locale anime supply shop for a year. Apparently, Angela really wanted to win and had cajoled Genji into participating unfortunately he had a family emergency out of town so…
"Stop fidgeting!" she demanded, and I stood still as she finished adjusting my 'sword' on my back. "…There. Luckily, you're close to Genji's size… I didn't have to do much."
I looked down at my suit… I have to admit, I did look pretty sweet as a cyborg ninja. (*he looks like Genji) "Okay… but what are you supposed to be?" I asked. She looked like a greek goddess, if they were so inclined to wear short skirts that showed off an awful lot of sexy thigh… she put on a pair of fake wings on her back, amazingly she attached a small trigger to her hand and pushed an obscured button, making them flap slightly as she grinned at me.
"I call it. Winged Victory!" (*yes, it is the costume, I feel I don't even need to say it) she declared proudly, "I think it's my best yet…"
I watched her adjust various bits and pieces of her costume and stared hopefully at the very short skirt hoping for a quick peek. Personally, however, I thought her Halloween costume was much, much better… this one did have some advantages though. However, just when I thought I could get a little peek at her round succulent rear I was forced back into focus as she turned on me.
"Did you hear a thing I said?!" she said firmly, glaring at me.
To be fair I couldn't really hear much of anything in the helmet, so I took it off, "What?" I asked a feeling as confused as I felt, "I can't hear a thing in this." I said shaking the helmet at her. "I need to be looking at you to know if you're talking or not." She pouted at me. It was cute, but I also knew that she was pretty pissed so I quickly corrected my tone. "…I'm sorry what were you saying?"
"Try not to do half the stuff Genji does in that suit. Like dancing or backflipping. It's not made for that… just stand there and look cool."
"Well I can assure you off the last part… and I definitely can't back flip." I grinned at her before slapping the helmet back on again, "…Do I at least sound cool?" I asked, hearing my voice echo awkwardly.
She smiled and rolled her beautiful blue eyes. "Cool enough. Now come on we need to get ready to go up on stage." Watching her skirt bounce as she walked we exited the changing room only to bump into someone… completely unexpected really.
Looking… surprisingly glamourous… Ms. O'Deorain bumped literally into Angela. Her face obscured by blue makeup she looked almost distinctly like a female David Bowie… or maybe just David Bowie. If he had a nice pair of breasts…
Their eyes met, and I swear to the perverted gods that you could see the pair of black bars narrowing around their eyes, like in those old westerns.
"…Moira." Angela said firmly, crossing her arms across her breasts sternly, it was actually kind of adorable.
"Angela…" Moira said, just as adorable placing her hands 'intimidatingly' on her wide hips.
Lightning sparked between them as a tiny young person in a full bunny costume nervously walked between them. "Sorry." I noted, to him as my mask made my voice echo, distorting it unrecognizably. "Uh… An-Ms. Ziegler, we're going to be late."
"Mr. Snow." Ms. O'Deorain said smiling mysteriously at me, "…Nice suit…" she said, her eyes wandering up and down my costume. At least I think she was looking at my costume. "And just what exactly are you supposed to be Angela?"
"A Goddess, Moira… and you?"
"David Bowie…" she said smugly, "Or at least an interpretation…" she said, looking down between her cleavage and smiling. "What do you think Scott? Do I have it down?" she said, strangely sultry. Letting her long fingers caress her body almost naturally…
"Pretty down yeah…" I said, Angela glared at me and I quickly looked anywhere else.
"Well, then I assume you're competing?" Moira said lazily as if Angela was somewhere far beneath her.
"No my dear Moira, I will be winning." She said, equally queenlike…
This would be seriously scary if it wasn't a costume contest… because this just makes it kind of hot. I however kept my mouth sensibly shut. Glaring each other down, finally, Ms. O'Deorain smiled fondly "The usual wager then?"
"Agreed." Angela replied, walking off together side by side to the competition, with me reluctantly behind them.
A good majority of the cosplayers entered the contest but only ten made it to the finals. Myself, Angela and Ms. O'Deorain included. It wasn't like a beauty contest or anything. More like a 'have a look at this and cheer' sort of voting… finally it came down two the last four. Me, Ms. O'deorain, Angela, and a huge woman dressed up as some wild barbarian from a fantasy novel…
I got called up first, and I got a good smattering of cheers. But not nearly room shaking… inwardly I shrugged. I was only really here to help Ms. Angela have a double shot of winning… but I imagine she'd still get the roar of approval.
Ms. O'Deorain went next, gliding across the stage like a specter to a roar of approval. I got to admit she even moved like Bowie when she was showing off… giving Angela a very smug smile as she left the stage.
Then, of course, Angela went out next and the cheers were deafening, mostly guys of course eyeing her thighs and the short skirt. Angela played to the crowd, blowing a kiss to them as she give a slow twirl, making her skirt defy gravity by lifting up just enough to tease but not enough to peek…
"Well guess we know who won…" mumbled in the helmet as the barbarian woman walked out.
The room shook as she went out on stage, the crowd erupted with noise as she roared defiantly to them. Getting fully into character as she flexed and posed onstage… and instantly I put two and two together.
"…That's the coach isn't it…" I mumbled, recognizing the posing immediately. With a large red wig and a painted face and limbs, I have to admit she looked awesome and hot… Angela and Moira only really managed to achieve one or the other.
"And I think we have our winner!" the announcer lady said, raising The Coac's muscled arm in the air as she cheered. "Ms… Zaryanova!"
I'll give this to the teachers they knew when to admit defeat. As Zarya was presented with the winnings, as well as a photographer led her away into the crowd. As they went, she grabbed the… guy in the bunny suit who walked between Moira and Angela earlier… Ah, Jeremy… of course, it was.
"Well…" Moira said sadly, watching them go. "…I can't say it wasn't a good try."
"What exactly did you two wager?" I asked curiously, taking off the helmet and letting my face actually breathe. "You've done this before, right? You said the usual."
"Oh…" Moira suddenly smiled, "Nothing to… scandalous, right Angela?" Angela, suddenly remembering I was here suddenly blushed. "At any rate are you two doing anything now?"
"Well, I want to get out of this thing. It looks cool but it's sweating up a storm." I said, tugging at the collar.
"Well, I was thinking we could get dinner." Moira said politely, "My treat, it would be a shame to waste the evening. They set up a food court with a real ramen chief straight from Japan."
"Sounds good." Angela said, "Let me drop a few things off as well and we'll meet you there."
We made our way back to the changing rooms, which were moderately empty. Angela folded up her wings and placed them in a locker with her regular clothes. Bending low to store it in a lower locker… and giving me a clear view of what was beneath the skirt. Essentially it was a white thong…
…Yep…
As she stood back up I grabbed her arm, dragging her into the changing room with me. "Scott!" she hissed surprised as I pressed her against the wall. Slipping my hands beneath her skirt and grabbed her underwear with one hand. "W-wait!" she said, utterly surprised as I quickly struggled with my pants with the other.
Freeing my erection, I pushed it up under her skirt, rubbing between her ass cheeks as I felt her flesh on mine. I reached around, slipping my hands into her shirt and squeezing her braless breasts as I struggled to find her pussy. Determined to enter her without my hands. "Come on Angela…" I moaned as I pinched her nipples, "I dressed up like you wanted…"
She briefly seemed torn with the idea, then I found her pussy and slipped easily inside. She was wet, and ready, and I was really loving the skirt. There was something about it that was just driving me wild, I think I secretly liked the idea of having 'easy access'… I pulled her tighter to my chest, I pushed deeper inside her and I pressed her hard against the wall, she moaned at all three.
"Fuck your extra tight right now…" I breathed in her ear, slowly slipping out and slamming back in as she whimpered in pleasure. "Did all those people looking at you in the contest get you going?" she tightened up at the idea, I throbbed at the sudden squeeze of her pussy. "Fuck!" I groaned, reacting quickly I slammed harder inside her, quickly speeding up as her body stayed tight. She started moaning loudly but it was more like squeezing, pulling my hand out from her shirt I covered her mouth as her eyes widened and she trembled in orgasm.
"Hey. Hey!" I said, her eye-rolling in her head as she quivered on me, "My turn. I'm going to cum inside you…" I licked her cheek, nibbling at her ear. "Then later, I'm lifting your skirt to do it again…" She squealed in an erotic haze, apparently, she liked the idea. Pulling her back against me as I pushed up I slammed harder against her. "Cumming!" I hissed quietly in her ear, slamming hard against her ass and firing my hot cum up into her once more. Pinning her to the wall as I did, feeling her tongue lick my hand as she screamed unrestrained from another orgasmic hit; feeling me throb in satisfaction deep inside her.
I kissed her, burying my tongue into her mouth as I moved my softening length slowly back and forth inside her. Making sure I was good and done… I slipped out of her, pulling her underwear back up as I caressed her soft ass beneath the skirt. I enjoyed the moment a little longer, squeezing her until I finally had enough of molesting her ass.
Although strangely I suddenly wanted to see Mrs. Lacroix…
"Scott enough…" she breathed, although the blush on her face told a different story. Such as perhaps she hadn't had enough. "We need to go meet Moira…"
"Well actually…" came Ms. O'Deorain, entering the changing room holding her phone. "I decided to come and meet you…" she smiled, clicking a picture of the compromising situation.
"Oh God Moira…" Angela replied, looking annoyed and distinctly unworried. "…What do you want now?"
"Hmm? Oh…" she had been briefly distracted by my exposure, but her attention returned to Angela, "Well Angela… I find myself in need of some distraction." She smiled mysteriously at me, and gestured to a nearby chair, "Sit Mr. Snow…" I did, trying to pull up my pants as I went but she grabbed my wrist. "That won't be necessary…"
Before I knew what was happening she was on her knees, gripping my cock at the base she slowly licked it like a lollypop, humming and moaning at the taste apparently. "Nothing like a distraction to make you feel better after a disappointment don't you agree Angela?" she looked over her shoulder at Angela, but continued to lick at my length. "…MMnnn… you taste good." She moaned, but I wasn't sure who she was referring to… I was busy dealing with an odd sense of Déjà vu.
Angela strangely seemed at a loss for words. Then pulling out her phone she briefly texted something, tossing it into a pile of clothes she quickly approached, and to my utter delight and amazement, she kneeled at well, her tongue expertly dancing out between her lips and licking my length with Moira, their tongues connecting briefly at their joint work.
They moaned together and embraced the head of my cock in a slathering of saliva and lips, practically kissing each other as they tried to lube me back up. Then as if connected telepathically Moira lowered herself to my balls as Angela embraced my head between her lips, noisily sucking my tip as Moira's apparently expert tongue danced around a testicle in her mouth.
Taking their oral teasing only a moment longer, I felt a little possessive and bold. Placing my hands on their respective heads. Moira moaned almost adoringly as she watched Angela lower herself on my length. "Suck it Angela…" she breathed encouragingly as Angela went to the hilt of my cock. Moaning as if she was given a delicious treat Moira slurped my balls back into her mouth as I throbbed inside Angela's throat. "Feed her your cum…" Moira encouraged me as Angela went up, and back down, deliberately slow to make me feel every inch of her throat.
She began moaning, humming, vibrating her throat as she deepthroated me. Then she looked up at me with her blue eyes, just as her red lips kissed the base of my cock, and I fired deep into her throat. Moira stopped sucking my balls, putting her own hand on the back of Angela's head and holding her down as she coughed and gagged. A small dose of cum and mucus firing from her nose as Moira kept her at the base and my cock kept releasing. The second I was done Moira pulled Angela off my length with a gasp. Then quickly began cleaning Angela's face with her tongue.
" Fuck, you're such a disgusting whore sometimes…" Moira moaned, then standing up she dropped her pants to the floor. "Mr. Snow…" she said, turning around and lowering her pussy towards me, "I've heard go things. Don't disappoint… oh fuck!" she breathed as I stretched her, her hands resting on my legs to steady herself, slowly moving up and down at first… then slamming down against me as she rode me. I grabbed her hips, squeezing tightly to help with the effort.
"Come on Angela…" she moaned, leaning back and exposing our connection to Angela. "Get that tongue back to work…" She hesitated only for a moment, then I felt her tongue on my cock as it slipped in and out of Moira, as she audibly declared her delight at its sudden attention. "Yes! Fuck that's good…" she slammed down hard onto me, and began gyrating her hips back and forth, her ass in full display to me as she did… I gave it a slap. "Oh!" she yelped turning the narrow her eyes at me warningly but was distracted as Angela took her clit into her mouth. "Ah! O-OH!" she grabbed Angela's hair and pulled her forward as she came, squirting into Angela's open mouth. "Drink…" she ordered licking her lip as Angela swallowed down more boldly fluids.
Strangely, I felt possessive again. But this time for Angela, grabbing Moira's shoulders I slipped down her arms as far as I could go then pulled, standing up and holding her arms as I thrust forwards inside her wildly. "O-OH fuck!" she hissed at the sudden and violent assault. "Fuck!!" she screamed as she leaned forward to try and get away but only succeeded in giving me a better grip on her wrist as her breasts swing free from their bindings.
Then I slammed deep, and tugged hard. Pulling her upwards as I shot a thick load of my cum into her. I slammed her up against a wall, still firing into her and giving her no chance to escape as her mind was suddenly it with an unexpected orgasm. At that moment I suddenly felt cruel. I leaned close to her ear and whispered. "…Angela was better…" strangely she tightened up at that. But I slipped out, turning back towards Angela sitting patiently on the floor. I approached her, slapping my flaccid cock gently on her stoic face as Moira's legs gave out behind me.
"I want some more…" I said simply, rubbing my hardening erection on her face. She accepted me easily back into her mouth and began sucking again, slurping and moaning as I grabbed her head and held her… I took her blowjob for a while and felt my release building. It wouldn't be long now. "I want to cum on your face…" I said suddenly… feeling very possessive. She looked up at me, still blowing me, and shook her head angrily. And I wasn't going to do something she didn't want to do… so I settled. I pushed her off my cock and onto her back as I crawled over her, shoving her underwear aside beneath her skirt I slammed into her without question. I held her legs up as I pressed down into her, again and again, I slammed eagerly trying for my release as her legs quivered in my hands.
Then I dropped down onto her, pinning her in place as I thrust deep inside and released for the last time. "Fucking take it!" I hissed as she screamed her release.
"Fuck!!" she quivered, her eyes staring into space as I rode her to another climax. "Fuck you're filling me!!" I kissed her again to silence her as she screamed her hard-ridden orgasm to completion.
It was only later after we had recovered did the implication just hit me. Moira had evidence of my hobbies… yeah everyone essentially knew about it but I imagine that didn't extend to 'God-help-us-all' vice principal Reyes. I opened my mouth nervously to ask what she was going to do with it… but her eyes narrowed angrily at her phone and she glared at Angela.
"…Calling Olivia is CHEATING." She said angrily as Angela shrugged. "She hacked my photos again!"
"I simply see it as using all available resources…" Angela replied, checking her watch. "And how do you even know it was Olivia?"
Completely stone-faced Moira suddenly activated her ringtone.
I'm lookin' for a man to love me, Like I never been loved before, I'm lookin' for a man that'll do it anywhere, Even on a limousine floor 'cause Tonight I'm livin' in a fantasy, My own little nasty world…
"Who else would change my ringtone to 'Nasty Girl!?"
Yeah, that was definitely Olivia's work.
" That's fair… and darn, it's late. Much later than I planned on staying. We're going to have to skip dinner Moira. See you Monday?" she said pleasantly as she packed up our things and led me out of the changing rooms.
"You called Olivia?" I asked, suddenly remembering her texting on her phone before joining Moira between my legs.
"Well yes." She replied cheerfully, letting me go near the exit of the con. "And I'm afraid I have to go and meet her. We need to discuss logistics for the field trip. Can you make it home on your own?" she asked, looking concerned.
"Yeah it's not too far a walk…" I replied pleasantly. "You don't want to be late. I'll get you back the costume later…" said, handing her the helmet. "But you might as well take this now…"
She smiled. Kissed my cheek, and ran off… all in all it was a fun Con. And since I was in for a long walk I decided to hit the bathroom first. Slipping into the rather large and empty bathroom I heard a very familiar noise… and sighed inwardly. The gods of perversion were laughing at me today.
"Z-Zaika…" came a soft whisper from one of the stalls, "Y-you must be quiet… but go HARDER…" she pleaded. They were using the farther stall, the one with the most room, and I promptly entered the closest. Spying through the cracks…
Yep… full-on bunny suit and with a barbarian woman, her hands on the stall door as he slammed away against her tight muscular ass was not something I expected to see today. But who am I to complain? Jeremy, still wearing the mascot-like bunny mask raised a clothed paw hand and slapped it down on Zarya who moaned appreciatively but giggled. "Zaika go HARDER…" she cooed to him, feeling him slap her ass again and again. "My body can take it my zaika…"
"It… it's the gloves…" he mumbled disappointedly. "They're padded…" he reached around, wrapping her body in his arms as he kept up the pace with surprising stamina. All this coach banging must be a hell of a workout for him. "I-I'll try harder!" he declared sternly, grabbing her wig and pulling.
Apparently, it was stuck on with some adhesive because Zarya's head jerked back as she moaned, standing firmly in place as Jeremy used her body for his pleasure. "Oh Zaika… you're getting better…" she moaned sounding incredibly sexy as she bounced back against his thrust. "But still you were supposed to be a wizard…" she frowned, "The bunny is cute for the bedroom but not for the roleplay…"
"I thought you'd like it…" he said, as she grabbed his mascot head and pulled it off revealing his face as she placed the hat on the assistance bar.
She smiled at him, "I do… my little Zaika…" she said, suddenly panting as her muscles clenched, "Y-yes… keep going. Right there! Yes!!!" she came, hard. He grabbed her muscled and tense ass and pushed himself deep inside her as she squealed her release to the floor. "Oh God I'm cumming Zaika!!" she bit her lip, her hands clenching on the stall door so hard it looked like it was going to crumble in her hands.
Jeremy let her rest for half a second. Then started up again, slowly building up her moan as he dug his fingers into her ass. "I want to cum… I'm going to cum." He said leaning on her as her body rode her high.
"Yes! Cum inside me! Give my bunny babies!" she shook her ass on him as he banged away, "Breed my wild pussy and tame me!" he was practically climbing onto her as he screamed unrestrained at his release. Firing deep inside her as he came hard and deep, trusting his hips mechanically as he filled his barbarian girlfriend up.
She cooed softly as her orgasm finally subsided and she shook her rear slowly as if squeezing out every drop of him. "There we go…" she said laughing slightly. "…But… you know my Zaika…" she cooed, "You're looking tasty." He slipped out of her, collapsing onto the toilet seat as she slowly stroked his cock. "Maybe I'll have bunny for dinner…" she kissed him gently, sticking her tongue teasingly into her mouth as she continued to stroke him with her hand. "…Zaika…" she said softly, kissing his cheek as she whispered honeyed words in his ear. "Do you want more pussy? Or do you want me to eat you?"
"I…" he stared at her pretty, friendly face as his mind whirled. "…I want more." He said, and almost instantly she climbed onto her, burying his length deep into her pussy she moved back and forth, her ass clenching as she worked all her muscles. He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tightly as she began moaning audibly again. He feebly thrust up into her, feeling her tighten around him as she squeezed her own breasts and he clutched her ass.
"Zarya you feel so good…" he groaned desperately, as she moved like a snake on him. "I want to cum again!"
"It's okay my Zaika!" she cooed with a laugh, slamming hard onto him and rubbing her stomach while her tits bounced appreciatively before him. "Just let it go. I'll take all of my Zaika's mess inside me!" she slammed down while he pushed up. Both came hard and long, screaming their untied orgasm. He slapped and squeezed her ass instinctively as she pulled his face between her breasts. "Next time Zaika…" she moaned adoringly, well satisfied by her efforts. "Maybe you put it in my ass…"
I no longer had to go to the bathroom… but I did need to go see one of the girls. I Gave them a long moment, then when they finally snuck out I did my business and followed them. Honestly just hoping to bum a ride at this point. I was way too hot and sweaty to walk home now…
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