Maid to pose in cosplay [FM]

The weekend just gone was a convention weekend once again, meaning a few days away in a hotel room with a friend and a couple of cosplay outfits in tow. Although this particular event wasn’t a million miles away from home, we still opted to arrive on Friday afternoon to check in at the hotel and chill out, while also giving us a place to change for the event the following day.

While my friend had plans to head into town and do some early Christmas shopping once we arrived and checked in, I’d already made other plans and so made my excuses to stick around in our room while she headed out. The plan in question involved an amateur photographer who comes to quite a lot of events to photograph the cosplayers – we’d been talking for a while and had been to the same events a number of times but had never had an opportunity to meet save for one quick snatched photo on a convention floor, but that was all set to change this time around.

Once my friend was gone, it was time to choose which of the two outfits I had with me to change into – a tricky choice given that I love them both. In the end I opted for my recent favourite, and once again donned Rem from Re:Zero’s maid attire (http://imgur.com/qWXyUTf). It took me a while to change and get everything just right, but I was pleased with myself as I nervously paced up and down waiting for a message from the guy.

He was a little late, but eventually the message came, and with the news he’d arrived at the hotel I gave him the room number and invited him up. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door, which I hurriedly opened to let him. The man was in his early 40s, stocky with close-cut hair, and sweating a little from the big bag of camera equipment he had hauled over his shoulder. His gaudy floral shirt and baggy jeans matched his care-free attitude and confidence from our previous conversations, and he was loud and enthusiastic in his greeting once I opened the door.

Letting him in, I offered him a bottle of the hotel’s complimentary water, which he gladly accepted, cracking open the top and alternating between chatting and gulping it down, alternating between small talk about my week so far and the event and compliments about how amazing I looked in my cosplay – he had a certain way with words in that regard which made me blush on at least a couple of occasions.

I sat myself on my bed as we talked more, and the subject turned to his interest in cosplay photography. Pulling an iPad out of his bag, he fiddled with it for a while before sitting down next to me and showing me some of his photos from recent events, almost all of which looked polished and great. Feeling cheeky, and remembering previous conversations we had, I told him these photos all looked very innocent, and with a laugh he admitted they weren’t all like that. Nosily, I pressed him for more details, and he talked about a few cosplay photoshoots he’d done that were more private, and “not the kind of thing I’d share with anyone on the internet”.

With my curiosity piqued, I pointed out I couldn’t share them if I just looked at them here, and after pondering for a little he went touching and swiping his way around his iPad for a while before exclaiming “Ah! Here we are!”. Holding the iPad between us, I looked at the screen to see a cosplayer I recognised from events and pictures online – very cute, innocent and demure – dressed as Madoka from Madoka Magica in her magical girl outfit. The first few shots were all typical cosplay photos outside of a popular convention, but as I was about to ask why he was showing me these the location switched to a hotel room. Again, this innocent looking girl posed as Madoka might around the room, standing around and then sitting and laying on the bed. I swallowed hard, leaning forward as I caught a glimpse of her underwear in a picture or two, before we reached shots of her with legs apart brazenly showing off her knickers. As he carried on flipping through photos, the underwear disappeared as she showed off her naked pussy, and then her hand reached between her legs and I watched as the photos showed her playing with herself, her face getting more flushed and her wetness showing before as series of photos as she seemingly came. There was another set of the same girl after this – the weather looked different outside so it seemed to be another day of the event, but this time the girl was dressed as Kirino from Oreimo as she stripped down from her full outfit to just her socks and masturbated to orgasm in front of the camera.

By the end of this my face was flushed and my breathing undoubtedly heavier – seeing these photos had turned me on hugely. “Did you do more with her?” I asked, still looking at the screen before he moved it away from me to look through his collection himself. “A gentleman never tells” he told me with an inscrutable smile, as I swore to myself that I’d find out more while he absent-mindedly talked about another girl he’d done a similar shoot with but didn’t think he had the photos to hand for.

Eventually he gave up his hunt for those pictures and got up off the bed, asking me if I wanted to create some pictures of my own. There was no chance of me hiding my enthusiasm, which made him laugh as he rummaged through his bag to pull out his DSLR camera and fished around for memory cards. I stood up and stood around waiting while he fiddled with his equipment until he was finally ready for me.

Much like the other girl I’d seen, we started with some very normal cosplay shots in the room, me choosing the kind of poses I’d pull for people on the convention floor if they wanted a photograph, plus a few slightly more suggestive ones of me bending forward or with a foot up on the bed. “Alright, now lift up your skirt” he requested. So I did. “Higher” he asked, so I lifted it higher, until I was showing him my new white knickers with a decorative bow on the front I’d found recently that made for great anime character panties.

He oozed compliments as he snapped me baring my underwear for him, before moving to ask me to pull down the top of my maid outfit. After pulling the straps of the top off my shoulders, I pulled the top down to reveal my breasts to more appreciative noises and comments from him and another whirlwind of photos and requests for new poses.

He asked me to move to the bed next, and after straightening out my outfit I posed lounging and laying on the bed, before again flashing my underwear and breasts for him. “Want to lose the panties?” was his request after a while, and so I reached down to pull them off. “Slowly” he requested, taking photos as I pulled my knickers down over the white stockings encasing my legs before another set of posing with my legs closed and then increasingly open to show him what he noted was already a soaking wet pussy. He came in closer here too, taking shots of my pussy and putting a hand on my legs to move them into place as he snapped away.

“It looks like you want to touch yourself” he said with an obvious grin from behind the camera lens as he moved further away again. I didn’t need any invitation, and without any thought of getting some teasing shots my hand dropped beyond my hiked up skirt to find my wetness, spreading it onto my fingers before seeking out my clit. He had no further requests for me now, and I was soon laying there with my eyes closed pleasuring myself, wanting simply to cum. It didn’t seem to take me long either, as I strummed and rubbed my clit, occasionally dipping my fingers inside myself to enjoy a different sensation before moving to rub myself hard until I moaned and groaned in a loud, shuddering orgasm while I was dimly aware of him cooing appreciatively as the camera shutter clicked madly in accompaniment.

“That looked good” I heard him say softly and drily, opening my eyes to see him closer to me, still clutching his camera. His hand was on my leg again as he took photos of my wet pussy, but this time the hand didn’t stay there but edged higher, resting on my thigh for a while before continuing to travel up until he brushed against my lips and made me gasp. “Should I put the camera down?” I heard him say, and looking him in the eye I nodded. Laying the camera carefully on the floor, I felt his hands on my inner thighs as he quickly moved and adjusted himself, and I felt his breath on my wet pussy briefly before his tongue pressed firmly against my and he began to devour me hungrily. After briefly lapping up my wetness he focused entirely on my clit, probing and circling and flicking it as he sought to get me off. This took a little longer as it otherwise might have given that I’d only just cum, but I was soon moaning and twitching as his tongue worked on me and his big hands kneaded my ass and thighs. There was no let up in the sensations on my clit, and after what must have been ten minutes of his efforts I was bucking my hips against his face and moaning loudly as I came again.

After staying down there for a while and teasing me, he quickly pulled himself up onto the bed, rooting around in his pocket to grab a condom as he hurriedly pulled a thick but not particularly big erection from his jeans. Condom applied, he moved between my legs, and I felt that erection rubbing up and down my slit before he sunk slowly but easily into me with a loud groan and an “Ohhh fuck”. After a few slow movement he soon built up a rhythm, causing me to sigh and moan as he moved in and out of my wetness. Emboldened, he took my stocking-clad legs and pushed them back so that my ankles were fast approaching my ears – it was a little uncomfortable, but any discomfort was overwhelmed by his deeper penetration – I’m not sure if he was still growing inside me or whether it was the change in angle, but I felt more stimulated as he began to fuck me harder. My moans were growing as a result, but unfortunately it wasn’t to last too long, as a few minutes of fucking and occasional comments about how good my cosplay pussy felt and how he wanted to cum deep inside it led to him doing exactly that, throbbing as he came in the condom.

Pulling out, he asked for tissues to wrap up the condom, and I duly obliged before getting up myself and finding my discarded knickers. Much as we both wanted to repeat this in the other outfit I had, my friend could be due back soon and he had other places to be that evening, so we said a relatively rapid goodbye while he packed up his equipment (camera and cock!!) with a promise to potentially meet again later in the weekend.

We did meet again during the convention, albeit not in a hotel room but on the show floor while I was there with my friend – with a cheeky grin, he asked us to pose for him, and could barely suppress a laugh as he commented “I bet you’ve had some amazing photos of you taken this weekend” before clicking the shutter. After that point we didn’t manage to arrange anything else as other things came up for him, but I have some fun photos on the way and still can’t get the lewd pictures of a fellow cosplayer I always thought of as the “butter wouldn’t melt” kind out of my head.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ec8yg/maid_to_pose_in_cosplay_fm