[MF] Conventions always seem to be full of exceptionally horny people, don’t they?

About me – I’m 27 years old, 6-0, athletically built, and I’ve got curly dirty blonde hair with bright blue eyes. And I guess I’m a bit of a slut.

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I realize that some of the people who read my previous post might see my name, and think they’re going to hear about another one of my exploits with [Emily](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lz6qjo/mf_im_addicted_to_creampies_im_losing_control/), but today I’m feeling the itch to write, and take a walk down memory lane.

The year is 2016, and I’ve been dragged to go to a local anime convention by a girl that I was “kind of seeing, kind of not” (I’m sure you know how that is). Now I’m not above an admiration for anime – I grew up watching plenty of Japanese and Japanese-influenced animation, and consider it to be exceptionally formative on my life. However, the convention scene isn’t really my thing, I must admit. I don’t mind saying that I was not *at all* excited to go.

So this girl I was seeing, we’ll call her Bree. She was a high school friend of mine, and at that point we’d been hanging out and hooking up for about two months. A pretty textbook example of getting stuck in the “talking phase, not quite dating or exclusive, but definitely giving in to the ravenous desires that accompany being in your early 20’s” cycle. She’s a great girl – we’re still friends today – but it didn’t work out, y’know?

Anyway, I’m getting ahead of myself. She and her circle of friends were getting *very* into the cosplay/convention boom that was sort of occurring at the time. Blonde Bree was dressed in a thrifty yet very noble cosplay of CC from Code Geass. I applaud her for that, she worked hard on it and it looked really flattering on her. I can’t even tell you the amount of sweaty neckbeard-types that wanted a picture with her. She and I weren’t even dating, and I was beginning to get quite jealous. Her *own* flirtatious nature had several of the convention’s male population utterly enraptured.

When I wasn’t staring at Bree’s utterly taut ass and taking photos of her with said neckbeards, I was wandering the rows of booths. I’m ready to admit that I had much more fun at this thing than I anticipated. The place was full of so much creative art and well-done cosplay that I couldn’t help but respect the people that exist in this sphere. I got absolutely lost browsing and perusing everything the hall had to offer – I ended up lost at least twice, if I’m not mistaken.

After one of those times, I stalked around the place until I found Bree and her friends again. They were hitting it off with another group of con-goers dressed in nerdy regalia – there was a Jon Snow, a Vash Stampede, a Sora, among others. One of said others was in a pretty well-done Raven cosplay, from Teen Titans. She had confident, alluring violet eyes – contacts, of course. Her figure filled out the one-piece bodysuit that she’d enlisted to be the centerpiece of her cosplay. Her lips seemed impossibly full, and, well…all in all, I suppose I’m a bit of a slut for the goth-look. But who isn’t, right?

Her name was Dana, and she and her group were recruiting us for a small party back at their hotel after the convention closed up shop for the day. Despite my deep attraction to Dana, I was feeling quite tired and didn’t exactly adore the idea of capping the night off with a party. But Bree and her friends seemed like locks to go, so I figured, “what the hell?” – maybe I’ll see a wild and horny Bree begging to suck my cock on the way home afterward. That’d be fun as hell, right?

After the convention closed up, I made my way across the street to the hotel where this party was supposedly going on. Bree and her friends wanted to get out of cosplay before going to the party, so they went back to her place – about 15-20 minutes away from the hotel in question.

The hotel room was small. Didn’t seem like many people showed up – mostly awkward men in awkward clothes making awkward jokes. Looked to me like Dana was the one who had the idea for the party in the first place, because she was the only outgoing one in the lot. No matter – what they lacked in bodies they made up for in an oddly copious amount of alcohol. I start sipping on whiskey, and I’m entering “buzzed” territory when Bree texts me and tells me that she and her friends decided they were too tired to return for the party. Well, shit. Guess it’s a good thing we drove separately.

But that meant I had to stop drinking. So I supplanted the adventurous feeling that alcohol provides with lots of talking – primarily, to pretty Dana. I teased her about her cosplay choice, and she made several comments about me being a “convention virgin” – I was dressed in a cardigan and slimfit tan pants. Not exactly typical anime convention fair, as she reminded me numerous times. She, myself, and a couple of others end up playing a rather heated game of cards that some hobbyist had created and sold at the convention. If I could remember the name of it, I’d put it down here, because it was *loads* of fun.

So much fun that even after a couple of hours, I almost began to grumble when Dana asked if I’d drive her to get more alcohol. Strange, considering that we were nowhere close to running dry.

I agree, and follow her out into the hall.

It’s there that she pulls me into a kiss that I can only describe as *wanton.* I returned it eagerly, enjoying how she bucked her hips into my body when I pressed her shoulders against the wall and helped myself to a touch of her ass. I towered over her, but I can’t help but admit that she had me impossibly intrigued. She had some power over me in that moment.

Enough to where, that when we broke our kiss, she looked at me with those breathtaking – if artificial – eyes, and asked “Do you know somewhere?” I responded with a hearty “Yes.”

I took her hand and led her down the hall. I actually *didn’t* have any idea how this hotel was laid out or where I was taking her, but I was so gripped by desire for Dana that I was going to look damn hard regardless.

Luckily, I happened upon a side-stairwell that was unlocked. It was still a little exposed – the cement stairway was, as you can probably imagine, exceptionally echo-y and anyone who was even marginally close to where we were in there could ascertain every word. In fact, I think she was a little surprised at where I’d chosen for our liaison. But I needed her.

We kissed hard again, on the landing. She fumbled with my belt and sank to her knees, as my hands ran through her silky and soft purple hair. Her dark lips, wrapped around my shaft was absolutely too much for me. I craned my head back and let out a guttural moan that cascaded and bounced up and down the stairwell. I looked down and saw her eyes initially grow wide at the noise I made, but that gave way to a surprised grin. Dana was clearly quite pleased that her machinations were having such an effect on me. Goddamn it, they were.

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I had to be inside her. I told her as much in an impassioned hiss, and she responded by coming back up for air and kissing me hard once more. I whirled her around and pressed her up against the small window. Fresh snow was drifting down over the city as my cock – rigid, towering out of a tuft of short trimmed hair, a vein coursing up the side – eagerly awaited further pleasures.

I can’t recall if Dana wore some kind of high-waisted thong or nothing at all under her bodysuit, but I do remember that all I did was pull the thin fabric to the side to expose her absolutely exquisite pussy. I found myself wondering if it felt as good as it looked.

It did.

I sank myself inside her with another impassioned groan, but this time one of her own joined my voice. She was utterly soaked at the intensely filthy thing we were doing, and I pretty quickly worked my way up to a fast pace. My hands found their way to Dana’s breasts, exquisitely hugged and accentuated by her cosplay. I dug my fingers into them, grabbing eager and possessive handfuls that earned more groans from her as we fucked.

Despite the cool weather of the night, I began sweating through my clothes. I rolled up the sleeves of my cardigan – although with the way the material hugged my body, I didn’t ultimately end up feeling more relief. Didn’t matter too much to me, though – if you ask me, sweaty, loud, sex is the best sex.

I had put my hand back into Dana’s dyed hair and pressed her further against the glass. The idea that anyone could look up and see her getting railed spurred me on more and more. I absolutely loved the way that our bodies *clapped* together with every hungry thrust.

I was gripping onto her shoulders, pulling her backward, impaling her immaculate body on my prick over and over when I began to approach the point of no return.

“I’m gonna fucking cum, Dana.” I grunted. My balls heaved and swelled with the deep need for rapid release.

Dana didn’t say anything but pull herself off my cock, turned and then sank to her knees once more just in time to earn a streak of cum up her pretty face. I marveled at the sight of her sultry features giving me a smoky look as her lips wrapped around my dick, drinking every drop of my cum as I rode her expert lips through a (rather long) orgasm. I couldn’t help but buck my hips as she did so.

I collapsed to the ground and we sat across from each other, chatting for a little while as we caught our breath. She told me she was 21, and from out of state. She said, “I’m going to have to resist telling my boyfriend about this.” – I never found out if that was a joke or not. We exchanged snapchats, and headed back to the room.

The party ended up pretty dead in Dana’s absence. More than that, it seemed *awkward*. Like her friends knew what we were doing, and didn’t approve (I mean, it isn’t like we came back with any alcohol.)

Dana didn’t seem to mind. She acted like nothing of note happened, while her friends seemed awkward and stand offish. If I’m being honest with you, I got the impression that this sort of thing had happened before.

But hey, none of my business. I said my goodbyes shortly afterward. I ended up sleeping way in, and opted not to go to the next day of the convention.

Dana and I exchanged nudes and sexts over snapchat a few times in the subsequent year, but at this point I haven’t heard from her in about 3 years.

I wonder how she’s doing.

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