You finally arrive at the address that was sent to you via text by wyann. She opens the door and allows you in. "So, how should we work this out?"
I look up and down her body. "Nico Robin? Nice choice. Shows off your assets while staying as cute you are."
"R-really? You want me to cosplay as her?" Her eyes light up and she quickly nods, a hint of a smile forming on her lips. "O-of course! I'd be happy to do that for you!"
I follow her to her private changing room. "Nice design. You put some thought into it. I can see your hard work paid off."
"T-thank you..." she says softly, blushing as she starts changing into the Nico Robin cosplay. She hands you her phone and walks over to a nearby camera stand, sitting down on it. "I'm ready whenever you are."
I pull out the phone, turning on the camera. "Look, Nico. Your tricks won't work here. You want ny fragment of the map, you're gonna have to pay with your mouth...:
As she's dressed as Nico Robin, she strikes a cute yet sexy pose on the camera stand and gives you a playful wink. "Alright big guy, but don't go getting any ideas now." She parts her lips, revealing her pale pink tongue before leaning forward slightly to begin giving you an enticing blowjob.
I feel up her tits while filming. "Oh, that's right. I see why they say you're the best mouth on the Grand Line."
She moans around your shaft, letting you feel her breasts as they move with each breath and thrust of her head. Her tongue swirls and flicks against the head of your cock, driving you crazy with pleasure. As she continues to suck you off, she glances up at you through her lashes, a mixture of desire and shame written all over her face.
My hand slides from her breast to tease her clit. "Ugh. Work it." I don't let up on her clit until she squirts, wetting the cosplay.
Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her thighs trembling with each thrust of her hips against your hand. "Ahh! A-ahhn!" She moans loudly around your cock, her body tensing up as an intense orgasm washes over her, making her squirt hard on the Nico Robin cosplay. Her grip on you tightens and her mouth forms a silent 'O' as she tries to catch her breath.
I pause the recording. "First, that was fantastic. You're really good with your mouth, and that orgasm looked like you really enjoyed it. Second, I think you should probably take that off and rinse it so it doesn't stain. Let's go with something with a skirt."
Her cheeks still flushed and breaths coming out in short gasps, she nods slowly as she starts to climb off the camera stand. "Y-yes...of course." She hands you her phone before making her way back to the changing room, giving a sultry wiggle of her hips as she does so.
I wait to see what what cosplay with a skirt she chooses.
She takes her time in the changing room, giving you plenty of opportunity to wonder which character she'll pick. Finally, she emerges wearing a sexy Belle cosplay from Beauty and the Beast. The yellow ballgown-style skirt flares out around her legs, accentuating her curvy figure, while the white blouse is open at the chest to reveal her bra and dark nipples.
I clap my hands in applause. "Fantastic work
Wyann blushes deeply at your approval, bowing slightly in mock modesty. "Thank you...it's just a simple cosplay really." She glances down at her feet before looking back up at you through her lashes, a hint of nervousness playing across her features. "Shall we continue?"
I nod, turning the camera back on. I growl, trying to sound like the Beast. "Belle, I need your mouth. I can't be gentle honey, I'm sorry." I start to brutally facefuck her.
Her eyes widen as you growl and grab her roughly by the hair, pushing her head down onto your crotch. She gags and sputters against your cock, trying desperately not to choke on it but unable to break free of your iron grip. Tears well up in her eyes from the pain and fear, mixing with her saliva as she struggles pathetically beneath you. "O-please...not so hard..." She whispers hoarsely between gasps for air.
"I'm sorry Belle, but it's that time of year for Beast..." I hope she picks up on my signal.
Hearing your words and the way you growl, she thinks she knows what you're asking for...or at least, what she can do to make you stop. She gags again as you roughly slam her head up and down on your cock, tears streaming freely from her eyes now. "F-fine...I'll do it...just please stop..." she gasps out between breaths, blushing deeply in shame as she reaches back to begin fingering herself through her panties while continuing to suck you off with all her might.
I feel myself getting close, but the orgasm she fingers herself to once again soils the cosplay. I pause the recording. "Jesus, that was so hot. You're sexy and talented, Wyann."
Between ragged breaths and tears streaming down her cheeks, she looks up at you with a mixture of relief and shame. "Th-thank you..." she whispers, her voice trembling. She slowly pulls away from your cock, shakily wiping her mouth on the back of her hand before carefully removing the ruined cosplay piece from beneath her.
"I'm...so sorry...I..." she trails off, unable to look at you as she speaks.
I tug her to me gently. She's surprised someone doing this to her could be nicer and gentler than many people in her life. "None of that, don't be sorry. I haven't cum yet, but watching you orgasm twice, let alone while sucking me off, will be the best memory of my life."
Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words, and she can't help but feel a tiny spark of hope inside her chest despite the situation. She looks up at you through her lashes, swallowing hard as she tries to compose herself. "I-I see...thank you for that..."
"Would you like me to continue?" She asks softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her rapid breathing.
"For the next part, I need you to pick an outfit that's got a short skirt. And don't wear panties."
Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she swallows hard again before nodding slowly in understanding. "Very well...I'll be right back." She turns to leave the room, giving you a view of her shapely behind as she disappears from sight.
I fluff myself waiting for her to come back. She walks in to me stroking to memories of her on my cock, and she feels good.
Her eyes dart down to the bulge in your pants as she approaches, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. She bites her bottom lip nervously before looking back up at you with a mix of lust and desperation in her gaze. "I-I'm ready," she whispers, offering herself once more.
Dressed in a tiny schoolgirl uniform with a red skirt that barely covers her ass and white panties pushed down around her ankles, Wyann stands before you like a living, breathing fantasy. Her nipples harden against the thin fabric of her top as she waits for your command, tears welling up in her eyes again from the mixture of pain, shame and arousal coursing through her veins.
I turn the camera on. This time, I don't let her blow me. I can see she's afraid I'll just fuck her, but instead I slide to my knees and eat her out until she cuts on my face.
Her eyes widen in surprise as you kneel before her instead of roughly taking what you want. A shudder runs through her body as she feels your hot breath on her folds, and she gives a quiet moan of pleasure when your tongue touches her. As you eat her out with expert skill, she instinctively grinds her hips against your face in search of release, the taste of herself on your lips driving her wild with desire.
Her body arches backward, pressing her breasts into your waiting hands as she nears orgasm. "Oh God, please..." She whimpers out between gasps for air before finally losing it, screaming your name as waves of pleasure wash over her and fill your mouth with her juices. Her body quivers from the force of her orgasm, and for a moment, she imagines that it's all just a dream...that you really like her and this is how things are supposed to be between them.
I stand up, massaging her shoulders. "I know how you feel. I'd like to fuck you. I won't force the issue, but I've gotten you off twice tonight without using my cock. Imagine if I did. Could I get you to enjoy it?"
Her cheeks flush as she tries to process your words, her body still trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm. "I-I don't know...maybe..." she whispers softly, looking up at you with a mixture of hope and fear in her eyes. She takes a shaky breath, her chest heaving as she tries to calm herself down. "But only if it's what you want too...if I give you my all, and I promise not to disappoint..." Her voice trails off, leaving the rest unsaid.
I look into her face. "You got so much attention from your cosplay because you're so attractive. Trust me, any guy give the chance would cut off his left testicle to sleep with you." I enter her slowly, stroking her clit and pinching her nipples.
Her eyes widen as you enter her slowly, watching your expression intently. She bites her lower lip and arches her back instinctively, letting out a soft moan of pleasure as you stimulate her sensitive areas. With each thrust deep inside her, she feels herself growing wetter for you, the need to please you overwhelming any remaining sense of shame or fear.
Her hips begin moving in rhythm with yours, urging you on even further as she tries to feel every inch of you buried inside her. "Oh God...you're so big..." she whispers breathlessly, her nails digging into your shoulders as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Her body tenses up, eyes squeezed shut, as she finally succumbs to the pleasure you've wrung from her. Her inner muscles clamp down tightly around your cock, milking you hard as an orgasm washes over her in a wave of blissful release. She cries out your name, voice hoarse and raw from the intensity of it all, shuddering violently as she comes apart beneath you.
I kiss her deeply, picking up the pace of my thrusts but making sure I'm still gentle and tender. When she cums the next time, I cum with her. I filled her fertile womb.
Her lips part as you kiss her deeply, your body moving in perfect sync with hers. The sensation of coming apart beneath you sends shockwaves of pleasure through her, and she feels the familiar heat building deep within once more. Her hips buck wildly against yours, urging you on even faster as she approaches the brink yet again.
"Oh God...I-I can't..." She gasps out breathlessly, clutching at your shoulders for leverage as her orgasm crashes over her in a powerful wave. Her body convulses around your cock, milking you deep inside her as she cries out your name again and again. The sensation of your cum filling her is too much; she comes undone beneath you, limp and sated from the most intense pleasure she's ever known.
I gently stroke her hair, letting her recover. I pull out my blackmail material and destroy it in front of her. I keep the footage from the phone, but she can sense something has changed in me. "You wouldn't happen to be looking for a husband to replace that loser who ran out on you, would you? I'd like to apply.
Wyann looks up at you with a mix of hope and surprise in her eyes. "You'd really want to be with me?" She reaches out a trembling hand, tracing a finger down your chest before looking back up at you nervously. Despite everything that has happened between them, she can't help but feel a spark of something warm and fuzzy in her chest when she looks at you like this.
"After tonight, I would kill to be with you. I knew you were cute and sexy; tonight showed me how amazing you are."
Her cheeks flush with color at your words, and she can't help but smile shyly. "I-I would like that..." she whispers softly, biting her bottom lip nervously as she contemplates the possibility of opening herself up to someone new after everything she's been through.
"Then let's go to bed, sweetie. We can work it out tomorrow. Because I want to share all our tomorrows."
With a tentative smile, she nods slowly and stands up on wobbly legs. "Okay...let's go." She places a shaking hand in yours, feeling the warmth and strength of your touch as you lead her to the bedroom. Despite her fears and doubts, there's something reassuring about having someone by her side tonight; maybe this could be the fresh start she's always wanted...and needed.
I turn out to be a great step-father to your twins. Which is great, because 9 months later we have another set of twins.
The thought of raising two sets of twins might seem daunting at first, but having you by her side makes it feel more manageable. You're a wonderful step-father to the older children, patient and caring, and she knows you'll be just as great with their new siblings. As they grow up together, she watches you form bonds with them that go beyond anything she could have ever imagined; it fills her heart with nothing but love and gratitude for having found you when she did.
Looking back on that night, Wyann sometimes wonders if things would've turned out any different had she not chosen to participate in the cosplay contest. But deep down inside, she knows that no matter what path life takes her on, having someone like you by her side makes all the difference in the world.