New cosplay, a new experience (Or: 2B or not 2B) [FM]

I’ve shared a few of my tales of cosplay photo shoots, but up to this point they’d all simply involved me and a photographer. After a lot of planning, yesterday I got to experience something different – a cosplay photo shoot featuring me and a male model with a photographer in the background.

I was first approached with the idea for the shoot by a photographer in his late 30s quite a while ago. His idea involved a cosplay that I didn’t have (but wanted), so he agreed to make purchasing the outfit part of my fee for taking part. I sought out and pointed him in the right direction to buy everything that I needed, but the wait for that to arrive wasn’t as long as the wait for him to find a suitable model and arrange cosplay for him too. After several months, finally everything came together, dates were arranged and the shoot was finalised.

Thankfully, both the photographer and male model were willing to travel to my area, so yesterday I had an easy journey to the area and the hotel we would be using for a shoot, travelling in a baggy sweater and skirt as I knew I’d be changing not long after arriving. I sent the photographer a message when I got there, and he soon rushed out of the lift to meet me, shaking my hand and thanking me for coming. He told me that the other model was already here, and so we headed up to the room and I got to meet him. Honestly, I was surprised when I met him – he was 20 years old, and I was (unfairly) expecting a stereotypical arrogant pretty boy, but instead he had pretty average looks and was very softly-spoken but polite.

We were introduced and talked a bit in the reasonably spacious hotel room while the photographer sorted through his camera and video equipment, and then he spent some time with each of us going through paperwork, documents and all the “boring stuff”. This seemed to take an age and my attention kept waning as the bags with our cosplay in it caught my eye, but thankfully it was finally over.

After some debate, it was decided we’d take turns changing in the hotel bathroom. I went first, so was handed my bag containing my outfit. In the bathroom, I stripped naked and then changed excitedly into the new cosplay I was earning that day – 2B from Nier Automata. Starting with the one-piece white underwear, I then put on the black top with mesh cut-out front (a “boob window”, if you prefer), the black skirt with alluring slit in its side, and then the black thigh-high hold-up stockings and boots. I left my gloves and blindfold off for now for simplicity’s sake, spent some time on getting the wig of white hair in place to finish things off, and re-entered the room to complements aplenty as both men checked me and my cosplay out.

While the male model (let’s call him Aaron) went and changed into his outfit – dressing as my in-game partner 9S – the photographer made some small talk and then quizzed me on my previous shooting experience, clearly intrigued and a little excited by what I’d been up to. This chatter was cut short as Aaron was having some trouble with wigs and buttons, so I was deployed as “the expert” to help get everything right until everyone was satisfied that we both looked as we should.

Now we were all set, our first “mission” (as the photographer called it) involved going outside – it felt weird wandering out into a hotel lobby in cosplay away from a convention, but we didn’t have far to head as there was an ideal setting for a few photos just around the corner. Thankfully it was quiet in the area in question (and dry outside just as importantly), so once we had our gloves and blindfolds in place the photographer directed us through some simple shots to set the scene – both of us posing alone in various ways representing the characters, then a few poses together. This part of the shoot finished with Aaron laying on the paved ground of the area, with me straddling him and my hands around his neck. I was pretty sure I could feel a bulge in his shorts even as I did this, which gave me a jolting reminder of what we’d be doing next and suddenly increased my sense of nervous excitement. The photographer joked that he wished we could do the rest of the shoot in the same location but that it would be a bad idea, and that was our cue to get up and head back into the hotel with him.

Back in the room, the photographer asked if we wanted a quick break or to continue, and it seems I was a little overeager in my request to carry on as it brought a life from both guys. As they were in agreement, we had to wait for a short pause while the photographer finished setting up lighting, but we soon commenced by recreating that final shot outside indoors, with both of us on the bed and me straddling him with hands around his neck. After snapping this from a number of angles, he directed me to pose for shots touching his face, then running hands down his body, then kneeling to one side of him with a hand on his crotch. “When you’re ready, take his cock out” was the photographer’s next instruction, at which point I unzipped the fly on his shorts and reached inside to find no underwear, but a semi-erect penis waiting for me. Pulling it out, I began to stroke it carefully in my leather gloved hand, worried that it would feel weird or uncomfortable for him with the material. It seems I had nothing to worry about, as he was soon fully erect, and I stopped with my hand wrapped around his average-sized cock for more photos.

I was then directed to shift position, and posed for a series of shots as my mouth moved closer to, and then my lips slipped around, his erection. This was a very stop-start affair, moving position a little then stopping for photos, then repeating in a slightly different position. It was almost a relief when I was told “just suck him normally for a while”, and I could start sucking and bobbing my head properly, hearing the model properly sighing with pleasure for the first time. After a few snaps doing this I was asked to stop again, so the photographer could capture photos of his cock wet with my saliva from having worked on it.

Next it was my turn – cue an awkward minute or so while I contorted myself to adjust the outfit’s one-piece underwear so I could pull it aside at the crotch effectively. Finally happy that I’d done this successfully and comfortably, I was directed to straddle Aaron’s face. I now knew how frustrating this must have been for him earlier, as I posed for what seemed like forever hovering my exposed pussy over his face, feeling his breath on me but without being touched. Eventually, his tongue made contact with my pussy lips, but again we had to pose for photos here, then move (and turn around in my case) to pose for more. Eventually he was allowed free reign for a spell, and I found myself pressing my crotch down further toward his face, moving and shifting position until his tongue found my clit. I couldn’t see through the blindfold, but heard the clicking of a camera as the photographer captured me, flushed and mouth open as I sighed and moaned. This was interrupted by an invitation to lean down and take Aaron into my mouth again, leading to a period where we both focused on one another’s arousal in a 69 while the camera continued to snap away.

This brief spell was interrupted by the photographer, asking if I was wet enough to move on. I was, and so it was time to straddle Aaron once again, shivering a little with excitement as I got into place and felt his erection brush against me. Once we were comfortable, and the photographer was in place, I was asked to take his cock in my gloved hand and slowly guide it into me. I did as requested, taking hold of his erection and slowly moving my body down onto it, feeling it part my lips and slip very slowly, gradually inside me. I almost instinctively began to move on him, until the photographer reminded me to stop and slow down as he captured every moment of penetration until he was fully inside me.

Eventually I was given the all clear to start moving on him, and began to move my hips, finding a slow and steady rhythm as I bounced and ground on him, starting to sigh and moan quietly while hearing his heavy breathing beneath me as Aaron lay there and enjoyed the sensation himself. Clearly the photographer was enjoying the spectacle too, as he became more vocal as he raced around the bed, snapping me riding him from different angles. “His cock looks so good sliding inside you.” “You’re really wet, aren’t you?” “Do his cock feel good inside you?” “How tight is her pussy?” “You like fucking him like this in cosplay?” I answered some of his questions breathlessly, getting turned on as he described what it was like watching my riding this relative stranger’s cock with my underwear pulled to one side and cosplay skirt pulled up.

“Let us know when you’re getting close, Aaron” was one of the photographer’s comments, and sure enough after maybe 10 minutes or so he warned me that he was getting close. This was the photographers signal to stop us, before shifting us so that Aaron was standing, while I kneeled on the floor of the room in front of him. “Don’t hold back, finish him off with your mouth” he instructed, which was my cue to suck hard on him while bobbing my head and swirling my tongue over the head of his penis, tasting myself on him while I did so. He was clearly as close as he’d warned, as it was only a minute or two before he tensed up, and I felt him cumming in my mouth. “Don’t swallow yet!” cried the photographer, and so I had to wait a little unpleasantly, opening my mouth to show Aaron’s cum in my mouth until a few photos had been taken and I could dispense with it.

Finished with this portion of the shoot, it was time for a break. The air con was cranked up, and the photographer disappeared to get us drinks from the hotel, leaving me and Aaron to talk about the experience we’d just had, and our prior experiences. It turned out that this was only his second shoot of this kind, and again he was surprised and intrigued at my own experiences. Once the photographer returned with drinks, we sat and consumed them in silence, before he assured us that next up would be shooting some video where we could “go with the flow”, and where Aaron didn’t have to be passive as was requested of the them for the photo part of the shoot.

Once our drinks were finished, the photographer grabbed his video gear, and ran us through the basics of what he wanted to capture as we both straightened up our outfits and climbed onto the bed. This led to an awkward moment once the camera started rolling – with nobody to tell us what to do we were both frozen for a while, before we finally leaned in for a kiss and got things started.

After a spell of kissing with tongues, his hands started to roam, and he wasted no time in one of those hands pushing under my skirt. He was soon rubbing me through my underwear, while my own hand reach to rub him awkwardly through his shorts. Eventually I felt him fumbling and pulling my underwear aside, so that he could start rubbing my clit directly. He then moved to kissing my neck while he slipped a couple of fingers easily into my wetness. I responded in kind by pulling out his cock and stroking it as best I could.

Although I was enjoying his fingers inside me, my excitement increased when I felt him pushing me back on the bed, and without any teasing his tongue pressed against my exposed pussy. After a little searching he found my clit and focused almost entirely on it, working hard to rapidly stimulate it with his tongue. I was already in desperate need of release, so it was only a few minutes before I gasped “I’m coming” before doing exactly that and cumming with some loud moans before pushing him away.

It was then my turn to return the favour, as I told him to kneel on the bed and after getting my breath back for moment leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth again. I sucked more gently than before, making it last until a whispered direction from behind the camera called for us to get into a 69 again, as I straddled him and lowered my pussy onto his face and my own mouth onto his erection. Neither of us could concentrate on what we were doing too well here, so I was almost relieved to hear another whisper from the photographer – “Let’s see you fuck now”.

Aaron took the lead here, asking me to get on the edge of the bed on all fours. I did as he requested while he moved behind me, and from the gap at the bottom of the blindfold I could see the photographer in front of me, ready to capture my expression as Aaron penetrated me, while also noticing the clear bulge in his own jeans at this point. Sure enough, my skirt was flipped up, and for the second time that day Aaron’s cock slipped into my wetness. This time there was no slow teasing or waiting for photos, and he was soon fully inside me and building up a steady rhythm while I moaned and gasped at the penetration. Having cum once already, he seemed to have plenty of stamina – I’m not sure how long he fucked me in that position, but it felt like 10 or even 15 minutes, a constant pleasure that never threatened to roll over into orgasm for me.

At another whispered command from the man watching us, we moved for me to ride Aaron next – first, facing him as I bounced up and down on his cock for a while, before following another command to turn around and ride Aaron facing away from him. As much as he was trying to be a quiet observer, this seemed like a particularly enjoyable view for the cameraman – I heard a clear “Ohhh yes, fantastic” as he captured me straddling Aaron, legs wide apart, underwear pulled crudely to one side and skirt pulled up, moving my hips to slide up and on his cock glistening with my wetness.

Eventually I slowed down and almost stopped as my legs were tiring, which was Aaron’s cue to nudge me to clamber off him. From there, I ended up laid back on the bed, opening my legs to welcome him to slide into me once again. We once again resumed fucking at a steady pace, his cock pushing in and out of me most satsifyingly as I found myself moaning and groaning louder. At last, it seemed like Aaron was getting close himself, and as he started to fuck me harder than faster he received a final instruction: “Lift her legs up for me”. My stocking and boot-clad legs were soon on Aaron’s shoulders, as he fucked me hard and deep, making me moan louder still until I felt him start to pound me as he tensed up, before finally groaning and screwing up what I could see of his face as he came hard inside me.

After pulling out, the photographer took some final footage of me, now sweaty and decidedly flushed with traces of cum around my pussy, before switching off the camera and declaring our work done. In fact, the photographer had allowed longer than we needed so brought up the possibility of a “third round”, but Aaron needed to travel back so that idea was quickly put on ice. However, as we were both undressing from our respective outfits, the photographer did request one final mini photo shoot of me in just the outfits underwear. So, while Aaron took a shower, I posed for a few photos on the bed, first with the one-piece underwear in place, then again with the top pulled down and crotch pulled to one side to reveal my boobs and still-wet pussy.

With that done, I stripped off completely (with Aaron doing a terrible job of hiding his staring at my naked body), showered quickly myself and pulled on my normal clothes. Aaron left while I was packing my new cosplay back into its bag, so I had a final chat with the photographer who told me how much he’d enjoyed watching and that he’d let me know if he’s able to arrange any other similar shoots with me. It sounds like he may be watching me again sometime…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a7bjhm/new_cosplay_a_new_experience_or_2b_or_not_2b_fm