I was a slutty cosplay kitty and I accidentally broke a guy’s heart [MF] [Cosplay] [Cuckolding?]

I’m not much of a smut writer but something triggered this memory so out it goes!

Many moons ago, I attended a fan convention in America. Panels, cosplay, merch hall, rowdy hotel room parties full of awkward sexual tension, the works. I was really into a particular video game at the time, so in full cosplay I went, and – well, my outfit ticked off a *lot* of checkboxes on the “anime/video game nerd kinks” list. Fluffy kitty ears and a long tail? Check. Low-cut top and bare midriff? Check. Short, pleated red skirt? Check. Black leather? Check. Ribbons? Check. *Zettai ryouiki*? Absolutely, love.

One of the things I looked forward to at cons was hooking up, and this one was no different. I didn’t like hooking up at bars and clubs; the guys there were overly drunk and machismo, aggressive, treated you like a prize; guys I hooked up with at cons tended to be gentler souls, at least out of bed, and at least we had something in common, our pursuit of the nerdier things in life. So as a girl who really loves sex, I *really* looked forward to cons.

At this particular con, I had hooked up with a nice boy on the first night; we met at the hotel bar and struck up a conversation over a drink, he invited me to his room, and we had a fun if un-memorable tumble in bed. Great! I thought that was the end of it.

*Narrator: “It wasn’t.”*

The next night, I wandered into a room party at one of the larger hotel suites. The party was in full swing with the sweet fruit smoke of hookahs, heavy-handed pours of cheap vodka handed out in red Solo cups, people half in and half out of costumes, swag bags and miscellany strewn everywhere… people playing video games, yelling to each other over the din, people hooking up (or trying to)… and in short order, me – being bent over on one of the bathroom counters by a guy I’d met at the party thirty minutes ago. Yay!

He was taller than me (not a huge feat since I’m a half-Japanese girl, but he was over 6′), fit, and his cock was gorgeous. I couldn’t stop staring while he put a condom on; thick, veined, with that slight curve that fills you just right… I remember when he flipped me over, used one to hand to sweep a handful of swishy red pleats, ribbons, and my white faux-tail aside, my thighs already eagerly parted for him, groaned as he gripped his cock with the other hand and rubbed the head against my wet little pussy, angled into me and dipped the bulb of his velvety glans in before penetrating me slowly in one smooth go, inch by throbbing inch. I came so smoothly and easily it was disgusting; I had never cum on the first thrust before, but he must have felt me trembling as he slid in because he paused, let my body clamp around his dick while I whined and bucked against him. Then held me down by the small of my waist and continued to ride me like the whimpering, filthy little cosplay kitty I was. He was *great.* I was… um, not quiet.

I will also note that I was a foolish little girl who *really* loved being speared by his cock, so after a bit of this I begged him to bareback me. He pulled out of me to oblige, and I almost cried, I wanted his dick back inside me so bad, but it only took him a second to roll off the offending skin of latex. And God, when he lined up that perfect specimen of manhood and plunged it back into me, he dug his fingers into my hair and started panting, groaning in the back of his throat, telling me he was going to cum and I couldn’t fucking handle it.

He came *so fucking hard*. So did I. Again. It felt like he was pumping his cum into me for a solid minute and I was whimpering and trembling the whole time, rolling my little hips and grinding my ass against him to try and get him to keep cumming, to keep feeling his cock spasming again and again as he spilled sticky, milky white cum deep inside me, let it drip down to the bands of my thick black thigh-highs. I needed it, it was all I wanted in the world; for him to just keep filling me with his cum.

The whole thing probably took what, ten minutes? Fifteen?

Now.. when I adjusted my skirt and stumbled out of the bathroom, still glowing with this near-stranger’s semen warm inside me, I looked up to see the *I’m trying to not be bothered but I’m clearly bothered* face of the guy I’d hooked up with the night before. He had arrived to this party completely independently, while I was in the bathroom getting my brains fucked out, and had probably been having a laugh with other partygoers about whoever was currently getting it on in the bathroom.

Now, let’s be clear; we had clearly just been a con hookup, and he had no reason to believe there was anything more; but for some reason, the thought of another guy blowing his load in me was clearly bothering him. He sort of.. shook his head like he was trying to dispel the thought and abruptly got up from his perch on one of the generic white hotel beds in the room, dragging off a pile of rumpled sheets and letting them slither to the floor as he made his exit. Meanwhile, I was paralyzed with indecision – surrounded by confused fellow-nerds wondering what the fuck had just happened as I tried to wrestle with a) feeling terrible about whatever he was feeling, while also b)still being incredibly turned on and c)in that haze where I really just wanted to be fucked some more, and I’m ashamed to say that the latter took precedence in my hormone-fueled state. If I’m being honest, I think this may be why I developed a bit of a cuckolding(?) kink..

There isn’t really an ending or a point to this story, it was just.. a memory.

See you next con…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/brm5mi/i_was_a_slutty_cosplay_kitty_and_i_accidentally