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My Cosplayer Girlfriend Likes To Watch 12
🕑 Added 2022-08-18 02:24:20 +0000 UTC"I mean I can't complain about landing a gig."
Janine had dyed her hair to a lustrous, shiny black color. Fortunately, her costume and makeup was paid for by the publishing company that was hawking the latest season of some anime you hadn't really caught the name of, what with being busy with all the preparations for travel.
Going to conventions with Janine was a really good experience. The part that sucked was, of course, getting there. Fortunately, she had the dressing room to herself, as she was the only female cosplayer who'd be around for the pre-show, and the others would only come in later when it was time to present merchandise and stuff in the booths.
Finishing with her makeup, really didn't need much of it, but it never hurt to clean up a little, Janine smiled and grabbed at the white panties, part of her costume. Of cosplayers, there were all sorts, and it was perhaps the fact that Janine had found her calling and lost all her shame that had wound up landing her this gig.
She held them up, stretching them and showing them off to you with a smile. "The fact that I got it because I don't mind showing my panties to thirsty guys is a bit of a hit to my pride I admit," she added, putting the panties on, first stepping into one hole, then the other, and then pulling them up, making sure they fit snugly. Pure and pristine white... unfortunately you couldn't do anything naughty, you had to make sure they remained dry after all.
No matter how good Janine looked in just that.
No bra was involved, so she went directly for the white microdress. It barely covered her butt, and in fact, it didn't cover her chest at all. It had what looked like cups where Janine's breasts would fit, albeit a bit strained. You looked at the character she was supposed to be cosplaying, and you wondered why they'd picked the size they had, considering...
Well, they probably didn't expect to find a shortstack like Janine at any rate.
It took a bit of finesse and perseverance, and you coming in to hold the dress in place while she tied a blue ribbon around her neck, for it to finally stay together. Unfortunately, Janine's breasts were, well, big and heavy, and perky though they were... she'd still need some support. The final bits of the outfit were white gloves, white slippers, ribbons with bell decorations on them to hold her hair tails in place, and finally, one last blue ribbon, tied around each arm's biceps, which went under her breasts.
You hummed, looking at her, and gesturing at her chest.
"This is surprisingly comfortable actually," she mused. "I think if I had to wear this for like, a full day, it'd probably strain me something fierce but," she grabbed at her sizable chest, and heaved them a little, settling them in place. "Not so bad for now. Gotta remember I'm not wearing a bra though," she said with a giggle.
She was wearing pasties for her nipples, which were also acting to keep the outfit together, as they were adhesive on both sides, and would make sure no nip slips happened.
Showing her panties to sell a couple more figuriness or dvds or blu rays or whatever, that was perfectly fine. A nip slip could be disastrous. How or why that was even okay, you didn't know.
Still, it was nice to see Janine putting on cosplay for... relatively normal reasons. It was hard to indulge in such an expensive hobby purely for sexual reasons, and while you and her had a relatively decent income from both of your jobs and, the one shared job... it was nice to have someone else front the bill for the costume instead.
She grinned and struck a pose, trying to hit one of those unrealistic, impossible stances that anime girls do, somehow showing their butts and boobs at the same time while winking at the camera, giving a thumbs up, or otherwise making a facial gesture that sent men's libidos into overdrive... but it looked quite humorous when she lost her balance and nearly faceplanted.
Fortunately for her, you were faster than her incompetence, and caught her before she ruined her makeup, outfit, or both, by leaving parts of it on the ground, easing her into standing like a regular person.
She pouted up at you, then pointed a finger, just under your chin. "That didn't happen, supporter!" she called, jabbing her finger upwards, flicking your nose. Something that no doubt hurt you less than it did her.
The door swung open, then, as a pale blonde with waist length hair that trailed behind her walked in, a small smile on her face, clearly not paying attention. Her golden contacts almost glinted, but you wondered if it was just a trick of the light. She seemed a bit...
"Ah, hello! Miss Janine, are you in her- oohhh... did, did I get it wrong?" she asked, tilting her head in confusion.
She seemed a bit ditzy.
"No no, I'm her, I mean I'm me- Janine, I'm Janine," the awkward shortstack said. "Ah! You're in costume already?"
The girl had arrived wearing a short white and blue minidress and blue thigh high boots with faux metal accessories all over, sort of trying but not really achieving the effect of armored parts. Probably more on the character's design than the costume quality. It seemed pretty good from where you were standing.
"Yes!" she said with a wide smile. "I thought I could come in and walk around but they drafted me to replace a salesgirl," she said, "the publisher's having all sorts of sales all over the place and apparently they don't have enough people..."
You nodded. Presumably, she'd get paid for overtime.
Janine smiled. "Alright, Miss Wallenwhatsit," she said, "you look pretty good on your costume, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're the real thing."
"Really? Aw, I could say just the same," the blonde replied, taking a step forward. "My name's Rita, by the way," she said, stepping towards Janine-
Only for her heeled boot to catch onto one of the articles of clothing Janine had been wearing - her panties, as a matter of fact, the ones she had changed out of - and slide out from under her, causing the blonde to fall on the ground, hissing in pain and grabbing at her ankle. She cried out in pain a moment after, almost breaking a little bubble of silence and inaction between you and Janine.
Both of you rushed to her side. Fortunately, she was quite light, not much taller than Janine herself, so you were able to help her onto a seat very easily, and the dressing room had plenty of spots to sit in front of the large mirror that made up one of its walls, the make up station.
She protested a little, claiming that she was okay, and even trying to get up to walk, but she collapsed back onto the chair with a hiss of pain, and a gasp. "Oh no... I can't- I can't walk like this..."
"We might need to call a medic, or first aid, or something," Janine spoke, frowning. "Rita, right? Does it hurt really bad?"
She shook her head. "Only when I put my weight on it, I think I just, uh, rolled my ankle a little. I've had it happen when playing Soccer, usually I just walk it off," she said. "I guess it's different when you're not warmed up."
Janine nodded. "I see. Well, maybe some rest will do you good, just, just stay on that chair for a while until your ankle feels better, okay?" she spoke, bringing her hands forward, being met half way by Rita's own.
Nodding, Rita offered her a smile. "Thank you, miss Janine," she said, fingers linking with Janine's. "I'm a big fan!" she said. "I was worried when you stopped showing up to cons for a while, but now that you're back, I'm so glad we can work together."
Janina giggled. "Aw, shucks, you're gonna make me blush!" she said. "I'm just a working girl you know!"
"Oh, right! Work!" Rita spoke, looking a little bit alarmed. "I forgot, I came here to tell you that rehearsals are starting soon, the producers said you need to come and get started."
"But I can't leave you here- oooh, yeah," she turned to you. "Sorry dear, would you mind staying here for a while until she feels better? Just, you know, look after her, if she needs water or something," she said.
You nodded. You felt pretty bad that you hadn't caught her, as you had Janine... You gave her a firm smile and a thumbs up.
"Excellent! Alright, I'll go talk to the producers and get through the rehearsals, I'll be back in a jiffy!" she said, placing her hands on her hips, breasts jiggling a bit. "So just wait for me here, alright?"
Both yourself and Rita nodded, and waved at her as she ran out the room, slamming the door behind herself.
Rita giggled. "Miss Janine is full of energy, huh?" she asked.
You shrugged. Thinking about what Janine'd just said, you gestured to the pitcher of water and the glasses set up for you and Janine, both having gone unused.
"Oh, don't worry I'll get-" she said, placing her hands on the armrests and beginning to raise, only for you to stop her with a hand on her shoulder and a slow, clear shake of the head that communicated a strong negative.
You served her a glass of water from the pitcher, the ice clinking, and passed it to her. She smiled. "Sorry to trouble you," she said, a bit red faced, clearly a bit embarrassed. She brought the glass to her lips, though the moment she began to sip, it seemed like destiny had other plans, because she immediately sneezed, the powerful shake of her entire body causing her to spill her water...
Right over your crotch, the shockingly cold water seeping through your sweatpants, forcing a wince out of you.
"Oh no, oh dear!" Rita shouted, grabbing a few wipes from the makeup station and immediately bringing them to bear, trying to use them to dry the front of your pants..
And although she might not be doing anything about the wetness, she might yet do something about the cold, as you felt her hands, soft and clearly not fit for wielding the sword that was part of her costume, you felt a hint of heat coursing through you.
Of course you did... your body was almost expecting this. Your traitorous body had become used to sleeping with... with beautiful women like Rita was.
You reached for her hands to stop her, but almost an instant before you could do that, her hand gripped onto something sensitve.
"Who-hoho-woah," she said, her eyes widening. "Is this a beer can in your pants, or are you happy to see me?"
The cheesy line almost brought a groan right out of you, distracting you enough that you winced when she applied a little bit too much pressure, instead of continuing to remove her hands.
"I'm shocked you're not steaming up the water..." Rita said, licking her lips. "Damn, I thought there was some camera trickery or something, or you guys hired an actual porn actor... this is unbelievable!" she moaned lewdly, working your cock through your pants.
Suddenly, she seemed... a while lot less ditzy. If anything, she was looking very smug, smirking up at you.
Your eyes narrowed and you glared down at her.
"If I were you," she said, "I would think very carefully. If I scream, right now," she said, "then you're caught with a hard on, in the female changing room, with a girl that can't run away," she said. "Then it's your word against mine, and we both know who they're gonna believe," she said, stroking your cock through your sweatpants. "But if you're a good boy and play along," she made a slow show of licking her lips, "maybe we can both get what we want tonight."
You grit your teeth. It was true. She was a small and dainty cosplayer, and you were a man who really should not have been there in the first place. Janine would undoubtedly take your side, but you doubted anyone else would.
She gave you a wide, smug smirk, and you almost felt the satisfaction radiating off of her. "Don't look so glum, I'm here because I want a shot at that big fat bitchbreaker that your girlfriend gets to enjoy every night," she said, hooking her fingers around the waistband of your pants and underwear, and then slowly pulling them down, savouring every moment, especially when your cock, hard and stiff from her ministrations, was pulled free from confinement, almost smacking her face as it sprung to life. "And look at this, your body is honest..." she cooed. "I'm gonna eat you up, and by the time I'm done, you'll not even want to go back to that tiny... thot!"
You remembered hearing that term some time ago, but off the top of your head, you couldn't recall at all what it was. even less so with the hot blonde now using both of her hands to stroke your hard cock directly.
"Fuck this is one incredible cock, it's so big and hot," she moaned, "I can't wait to know how it feels inside me!" she said, stroking even faster, and grinning up at you. "So what'll it be... you wanna be a good boy, play along, and get to take a crack at my body?"
She hadn't left you much of a choice. You knew what would happen...
But even moreso, you knew what needed to happen.
And as you looked down at her, the cold, dark and delicious satisfaction of greater knowledge passed through you.
This bitch had no idea what she was fucking with, and you were going to educate her, thoroughly, and very, very hard.
