Back for more after the convention [FM]

Although my visit to an older man’s house before a day at an event (details here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6noq1s/a_quick_preconvention_dropin_for_pleasure_fm/) was supposed to be satisfying enough to get me through the day, it had the opposite effect – I wanted more, but I’d have to wait for it. This left me in a constant state of arousal through the day – wandering around dressed in cosplay as Asuna feeling a tingle of excitement from each compliment or lustful look in my direction, and turned on by every skimpy outfit or sexy cosplayer. My only distraction was meeting some friends, with their chatter keeping my mind off things as we wandered around, eat lunch and so on.

Eventually they all headed off however, and I was left to my own thoughts again, meaning another session of heightening desire. This wasn’t helped by the man who had brought me to orgasm earlier starting to enquire when I might be leaving and if I still wanted to drop by. I was determined to make the most of my day at the event, so I endured for another couple of hours before I’d run out of things to do and my tiring feet gave me an excuse to leave. Sending a quick message to the guy in question, the response was almost instant – he was free and ready for me, and almost out of a sense of relief I set off out of the event and back to the now-familiar street which housed him at a brisk pace.

Just as he did earlier that day, the door opened almost as soon as I knocked it, and he was ready and waiting for me dressed just as he was before, in a t-shirt and some reasonably smart trousers. “Welcome back” he purred, “should we go upstairs and get comfortable?” Without waiting for an answer, he led the way after shutting the door behind me, and I followed him up the stairs into a somewhat untidy but spacious and sparse bedroom.

“I’ve been wondering all day what you look like under that outfit all day… you must be hot in it, maybe it should come off this time?” he enquired. Although I was all for more fun dressed up, I was too horny to argue, and so instead took the opportunity to slowly remove my outfit piece by piece – not quite a striptease, but definitely taking my time and teasing as layers off my cosplay came off. “Should I keep the socks on?” I asked, which after some thought he decided to ask me to leave in place. There were appreciative noises as the other pieces of my cosplay came off, until I stood before him in just my underwear – that white bra and knickers with lacy trim – thigh-high socks and wig still in place.

Barely breaking eye contact with me he undressed far more quickly than I, shedding his t-shirt and trousers to leave him in some bulging boxer briefs. Moving over to me, we finally kissed for the first time (there was no time for that earlier!) – his hands grabbed at my ass as our tongues danced, his hands pulling me close and up onto my tiptoes so that I could feel his erection against me, grinding against me as the kiss heated up. His grip on my buttocks loosened, but only so that he could shift his body and push his hand inside the front of my knickers. He wasted no time reaching that hand between my legs, and was soon exploring and rubbing my pussy lips, finding and spreading the wetness already waiting for him before slipping first one, and then two, fingers into me. After those hours of anticipation, I was immediately moaning into his mouth as he fingered my wet pussy, and there was no hiding what I wanted. “You’re so wet… you really want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he whispered after breaking our kiss. By the time I’d told him I did my knickers were already on my way down my legs, as he leaned down to pull them to my ankles before glancing at me to step out of them. “Take your bra off and get on the bed” he requested, quickly shedding his briefs and moving over to a bedside draw to produce a condom.

Laid in the middle of the bed, I watched him fumble with the condom wrapper for a while before finally opening it and placing the condom into his decently-sized cock. The bed dipped as he clambered on, quickly making his way up to me as I opened my stocking-clad legs for him. Moving between them, he reached down and spent a little more time rubbing my pussy – first with his fingers, then with his cock, rubbing it up and down my entrance as my breathing quickened. Finally, I felt him pressing against me, and I gasped as his penis slipped into me. With a few slow strokes and movements he was soon filling me nicely, giving me the sensations I’d been dying to feel since earlier that day.

After a few slow minutes of simply enjoying the sensation as we fucked slowly, he soon began to pick up the pace, and within the next minute or two he was soon fucking me intensely. On his haunches, he took his legs in my hands, pushing them back and up into the air which caused me to moan louder at his deeper penetration, while he began to talk dirty to me while lost in his sexual reverie. “Your pussy feels so good… I love fucking your young pussy with my big, old cock… you’re going to make me cum all over your beautiful tits”. I had no response to this, but continued to moan under him, and eventually he let go of my legs and leaned forward, pressing his body against me as he thrust his hips harder against me, leaving me moaning loudly into his ear as I wrapped my arms around him and held my legs aloft. After another minute or so of this he switched back to fucking me while leaning back on his haunches, his eyes taking in my body as he fucked me, speeding up noticeably before suddenly pulling out and tearing off the condom, pushing forward to let arcs of cum spray over my stomach, chest and boobs with loud groans and pants.

“Fuck, that was so good” he commented simply after his orgasm finished, climbing off the bed to switch on a fan stood in the now somewhat hot room. Looking over at me, he passed me a tissue box, watching as I wiped off his cum while the cool breeze from the fan intermittently rushed pleasingly over me while I laid there almost naked. Telling me his mouth was really dry, he offered me a drink, and wandered off naked only to return a couple of minutes later with some water. There was some cursory conversation while we drank but beyond some basic questions about the event I’d been at neither of us could find much to say. Once both of our drinks were downed, there was a more obvious topic at hand though. “Want to go again?” he asked, simply as he lay back on the bed next to me.

This question soon led to me straddling him in a 69, stroking and sucking on the head of his penis as I coaxed it back to hardness and tried to ignore the faint taste of latex still attached to it, while he explored my pussy more thoroughly than our meeting that morning as his fingers traced my lips and his tongue toyed with them, alternating between playing with my clit and pressing into my pussy as his hands pulled me down lower onto him. There wasn’t the same energy or intensity to either of our actions now – the heat ensured that as much as anything else, but his penis slowly grew to its fully erect size as I took it into my mouth and sucked it more fully between my lips, while his tongue was certainly working up my wetness.

Indicating for me to hop off from my place above him, he told me he wanted to make me cum with his tongue again. With that, I laid out on my back, as he moved to lean in between my legs and resumed licking me. As he did earlier, his focus was again on my clit, lapping, flicking and sucking on it confidently as my breathing got heavier and I started to moan. He eventually added fingers to the question, again feeling his two long fingers penetrating my wetness. His focus alternating from working my clit with his tongue to rapidly fingering my wet pussy. It was his fingers which won the day and got me off – when his rapid thrusting of two fingers in me brought some of my loudest moans, he redoubled his efforts and put all of his focus into continuing to fuck me with them until I was gripping the sheets and moaned in orgasm.

Sitting up as I recovered, he was fully erect and ready for me again, but this time he invited me to hop off the bed. He grabbed another condom from his bedside, and directed me over to a dresser with a mirror attached to it. “Lean on that” he asked simply, and I did what he asked, soon feeling a hand on my hip while his other hand took his cock and rubbed it against my wetness once more. This time he sank into me even more easily that the first, and gripped my hips as he began to thrust steadily against me. He soon picked up the pace, his body slapping against mine and my pussy responding wetly to each thrust – I glanced up from time to time to see my flushed face, dotted with sweat and mouth open in pleasure, with my breasts swinging as my own body moved from his increasing thrusts against me.

He fucked me like this for some time, occasionally taking one or both hands from my hips to maul and play with my breasts, squeezing and massaging them, tweaking my nipples to increase my pleasure while still rhythmically thrusting against me. Eventually I chose to add to this myself, taking a hand off the dresser to reach back and start quickly rubbing my clit. He soon either saw or felt this, and picked up the pace to match and aid my desire to get myself off. As my pleasure increased and I moaned and panted, he breathlessly urged me to cum on his cock – it took a couple of minutes by I eventually did, spasming around him as my forehead rested on the dresser, rubbing my clit as fast as I could with my now aching arm to bring myself off.

Shifting away from him as the feelings of my orgasm turned to sensitivity, he took the opportunity to take me by the shoulders and manoeuvre me back to the bed. Sitting me down on the very edge and then laying me back, he stayed standing and slipped easily back into me. He must have been close himself when I came, as there was an urgency as he fucked me – grabbing my legs, he pulled them up onto his shoulders, gripping them as he began to thrust hard and fast against me. His body was soon slapping against mine again, and I was moaning from this hard, desperate sex, which lasted for a couple of minutes before he moaned how he was about to cum in my tight young pussy, before doing just that shortly after. He groaned and pushed deep into me as he filled the condom, staying there throbbing until he pulled out.

We stayed where we were in sweaty silence for a while but for the sound of the fan in the room, before he disposed of the condom and offered me use of his shower. Checking the time, I figured it was time to head back, so after deliberately moving over in front of that fan I grabbed my underwear and outfit and somewhat haphazardly put it on without too much care. Saying my goodbyes, and acknowledging the invitation to come back if I was in the area again, I slunk off back to my hotel – still flushed and sweaty, my cosplay not quite as it should be as a sign to anyone with a keen eye what I’d been up to. The cosplay soon came off back at my hotel room, and a long, hot shower let me wash away the sex I’d just had, but not the satisfaction and slight soreness that came with it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6nwbh0/back_for_more_after_the_convention_fm