Author: wandering_eyebubble

Cosplay [M22/F22] [con][sex] (3/3)

[Part 2](https://redd.it/102g3de)

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11. *Yor*

He heard the shower turn on, and welcomed the extended break. He
wondered about his own hygiene, but at the moment there was little he
could do about that as he did not dare disrupt Seung-hee’s
performance. Her warning before leaving, however, had him a bit
concerned. Even though he knew it was part of the act, the way she
said it had an undeniable sense of urgency to it. He suddenly felt
vulnerable, and decided to put back on his boxers and his t-shirt. By
then the jet of water had ceased, and he waited, expectantly.

Minutes went by until he heard a click coming from the bathroom, the
light which had been leaking through the edges of the door frame
disappearing. He saw the entrance starting to open, slowly, a figure
enshrouded in darkness quietly emerging from the shadows.

“Where is Tsubaki Rurikawa?”

It was too dark to discern who was asking, the silhouette of a long,
black dress was all he could see. That and the glimmer of an edge
reflecting the dim light of the nightlamp next to him.

The figure took a decisive step forwards, revealing itself. Read more »

Cosplay [M22/F22] [con][sex] (2/3)

[Part 1](https://redd.it/102g2fm)

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8. *Everything*

It was a deep, hungry, voracious kiss which found them devouring each
other’s mouth for minutes on end. Her tongue would dart forwards,
tasting, licking, probing as he eagerly sucked on it, only for her to
return the favour moments later as he pushed back with his own tongue.
All the while she kept grinding her hips, pressing hard against his
bulge, pre-cum staining his pants. She held his head tightly, pulling
it against her face, while he gently placed his hands on her waist,
feeling her writhe on his erection. They panted as they gasped for air
every so often during brief releases, only to then frantically consume
each other with renewed vigour.

“Wait, wait,” said Seung-hee, pushing herself up, barely fighting
off the urge to dive into him again.

“Are you OK?” he asked, breathlessly.

Seung-hee gave him a sweet smile.

“I’m fine, I just want to try something,” she explained.

She paused, reconsidering her proposal.

“Better yet, I want to try everything,” she said, in an eager,
husky voice.

“I… I don’t have condoms Seung-hee.” Read more »

Cosplay [M22/F22] [con][sex] (1/3)

1. *The Abyss*

*Ding!*

“Thank you reallybigdick69!”

One token. One miserable token, but by now the reaction was
effectively Pavlovian: an acknowledgement, a fake smile, and a glance
at the total on the screen. She was still two thousand seven
hundred and fifty three tokens away from the goal, a countdown towards
her pretend orgasm.

“I’m so wet, I’m so close,” she droned, trying to muster some
excitement, perfunctorily rubbing her large clit.

Her laptop screen flickered, becoming a rainbow-like mosaic of squares
tinted in hues of red, green, blue, and yellow. The desktop was still
visible, but extremely fuzzy, making the chat unreadable. She gave it
a light kick with her foot, causing it to flicker again a couple of
times before returning to its normal state.

*Ding!*

“Thank you icum4unow!”

Two thousand seven hundred and fifty two tokens to go. It was a slow
night, lately they all were.

“I’m so wet, I’m so close,” she repeated. She wondered how much
pizza was left in the fridge, did she have one or two slices for
breakfast? Read more »

The Grade [M/F] [22y-46y] [con] [sex] (3/3)

[Part 2](https://redd.it/zn5hgo)

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*May 22nd, 11:07pm*

“Don’t look away…”

She was leaning against the bathroom counter, one foot on the floor,
the other leg up next to the washbin, her face mere centimetres from
the vanity on the wall. In it she could see their reflections, hers
grimacing with each of his thrusts, his looking down as he guided his
shaft in and out of her distended slit, pulling her hair as he used
his other hand to firmly control her hips.

Having made it out of the shower they had dried each other thoroughly,
but while his short hair needed nothing more than a vigorous rubbing
with a towel she in turn ended up looking like a wet dog. To her
surprise he actually had a decent hair dryer, a Panasonic nanocare
with ion charge, which quickly smoothed her mane into a lustrous black
waterfall.

As soon as she turned the dryer off she felt a hand scoop up her left
leg, lifting it unto the counter in front of her, while another tightly
grabbed a fistful of hair, pushing so as to bend her over the sink. He
pulled her head back, forcing her to look into the mirror as he
entered her from behind, making her watch herself. Read more »

The Grade [M/F] [22y-46y] [con] [sex] (2/3)

[Part 1](https://redd.it/zn5gcx)

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*May 22nd, 7:43pm*

She rode him with slow, deliberate motions, sometimes sliding her ass
up and down, stroking his cock with her slimy labia, other times
pressing down and gyrating her hips, churning his dick with her
pussy. It was a methodical, protracted sexual performance meant to
overwhelm, to completely nullify his efforts to maintain control.

“Hmph… ngh… hmph”

She slowly slid her hands down his arms and placed them on his chest,
pushing down for leverage as she started moving up and down with
increased vigour, sliding her slit along the entire length of his
pole. Her breasts were too small to sway in any meaningful way, but
instead jiggled in rhythm with her thrusts in an almost hypnotic
manner. He turned his head away, trying to focus on the dim numbers
glowing behind the plastic face of the alarm clock on the nightstand,
trying to somehow take his mind off the creature of sex atop of him.

He sensed her pause for a moment, feeling her reposition herself, feet
digging deep into the mattress on either side of his waist. The
pressure on his cock suddenly increased as she leaned forwards and
squatted on top of him, the walls of her vagina tightening around him. Read more »

The Grade [M/F] [22y-46y] [con] [sex] (1/3)

*May 22nd, 11:23pm*

“Nnngh! Ungh! Ungh! Augh!”

She was nude, on her tiptoes, bent over the kitchen countertop, her
breasts crushed against the cool surface as she tightly gripped the
edge of the granite slab, bracing herself, violently shaking with
every forceful push, each jerk of her frame eliciting a deep, primal
grunt. Her entire body was damp, glistening with sweat, some of which
she could feel snaking down her inner thighs, vein-like rivulets fed
further by the foamy cunt juice oozing from her engorged slit.

“That’s it, nngh, take it, ungh, take it…”

The man’s fingers dug deep into her pale, rounded hips, lifting her
ass up in the air and controlling the tempo of his thrusts. He looked
down, marvelling at the sight of his member repeatedly pulling out,
her soaked labia tightly gripping his cock, only to suddenly disappear
as he quickly penetrated her with a jolt of his hips. He too was
grunting, more loudly than usual, knowing full well the effect his
vociferation was having on her.

“No… ungh… please…” she pleaded, squirming as his assault
quickened.

“Cum… ugh… for me…” he ordered.

“No… I… fuck… agh… ah! Uuuunnngh!” Read more »

The Audition [M/F] (3/3)

[Part 1](https://redd.it/tvh9ga)

[Part 2](https://redd.it/twke9o)

In spite of being exhausted herself, she knew she had to proceed quickly, and immediately began to unbuckle the cuffs around her arms and legs. She then clipped them to the straps attached to the posts before swiftly cuffing the Director’s ankles. Although the mind-bending orgasm had only left him semi-conscious, he became aware of what was happening as soon as he felt the girl tugging on his right arm. He was late to react but managed to wrap his left arm around the Violinist’s waist, pulling her back just as she was securing the buckle.

Her sweaty skin proved to be hard to grasp, and she managed to escape his hold. The Director reached for his immobilized wrist but the Violinist sprung forwards and managed to grab his arm, pulling it back. He was much stronger than her, but her freedom of movement evened the odds. He tried to push her away but she held on, hugging his forearm while placing her feet against his head and arching her back. He winced as her heels dug into his neck and cheek, but managed to break her hold, and nearly reached the wrist cuff as the Violinist jumped on his chest, momentarily knocking the wind out of him. The Director tightly grabbed one of her breasts, twisting it in an effort to get her off him, making her grimace in pain. Her tit proved to be too slippery to hold on to as she squirmed away from his grip. The two grunted like animals as they wrestled, straining for dominance, a struggle not unlike their combative fuck a few minutes prior. Read more »

The Audition [M/F] (2/3)

[Part 1](https://redd.it/tvh9ga)

He guided the Violinist towards the large king-sized bed, a Scarborough House four-poster in mahogany. Two pairs of leather restraints, cuffs finely embroidered with East Asian motifs, were already attached to the posts; the Director has obviously foreseen this scenario long before the audition had even begun.

He lay the girl on her back, first securing her wrists before reaching for her legs. He took his time to remove her right sandal, cupping her foot in his hands for a moment before pressing it down against the mattress and fastening her ankle. He repeated the process by easing off the left Bottega, but this time the Violinist gasped as the Director began to run his tongue along her sole, leaving a trail of saliva from her heel to the tip of her big toe. He then finished tying her down, spread-eagle, completely exposed.

The Violinist’s breathing was ragged, but she kept her composure, focusing on a small ring bolt attached to the white ceiling above. She heard the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed open, the sound of ruffling echoing within the room soon stopping as abruptly as it has begun. Read more »

The Audition [M/F] (1/3)

*Praeludium*

The murmur of the audience, echoing throughout the concert hall. A cacophony of instruments in disarray; the sudden beat of a drum, followed by a single note from a clarinet, a French horn momentarily soaring over a cello, only to give away to a high-pitched flute.

A sudden silence befalls both audience and musicians, and after a few moments of expectation applause can be heard. A man in a raven-black suite crosses the stage and walks up the two small steps of the central podium. The entire orchestra stands and the man graciously waves at them, only to turn around and take a small bow towards the still-applauding public, a smile on his face. As the musicians take their seats he turns towards them, his features quickly becoming sombre.

*Allegro*

The Violinist stood silently in the middle of the Music Director’s living room, instrument in one hand, bow in the other. Casting her gaze downwards, she remained there silently. It was a unique, one-time opportunity, a private audition to obtain a chair at the Director’s prestigious orchestra. She had already failed two public auditions and knew it was her last chance to qualify. Read more »