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As I continue to walk around this convention, I’m beginning to think I wasted my time. The panelists I wanted to see had to cancel, my cosplay wasn’t ready in time, and of course the one person who would have gone with me is sick. While I tried to make the best of it, I cannot help feeling isolated and alone. I begin making my way toward the exit, when suddenly I see him. Wait, is it him? It cannot be, but I’d recognize him anywhere. Before I know it my legs have changed direction and I’m standing next to him.

“Hi… I hope this isn’t to weird but you wouldn’t happen to be Alex, would you?” I ask, trying not to allow my nerves to quiet my voice.

“Yea I am, I take it you follow me?” he responds.

“Um yea, honestly I had stopped watching anyone play games online until I found your Instagram. Something about you just pulled me in, and not just the normal things most people admire about you, albeit those are quite irresistible. Forgive me if I come across weird, I’m pretty awkward, but I’ve wanted to message you since I first found your content, I’ve just been too nervous…”

“Honestly you look kinda familiar, I think I may have checked out your page myself. You must be one of the people who interacts with my posts a lot?” he responds. I’m surprised my rambling hasn’t scared him off.

“Yea, that’s part of why I was so nervous. Don’t want to come across creepy or anything, I’m just genuinely interested in you in a way I rarely am with anyone. Is there any chance I can buy you a drink?” I ask as I feel myself starting to become overstimulated by the noise.

“Sure, I still have some things I’m doing here, but we could meet up at the bar next door around 7 if you’d like?”

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As I walk to the door I can hear my heart pounding in my chest. I spent the past couple hours trying to decompress from what happened, and prepare myself for what might come next. I had changed out of my reused cosplay into something more comfortable, and slutty. As I check the time on my phone, I notice I might be a bit early, seeing as it is only 6:42. I walk a lap around the block before walking in to shave some time off so I don’t appear anymore desperate than I already do. I sit down about 10 minutes later at the bar, and order a shot, just to help calm my nerves. It isn’t long before he walks in, taking a seat next to me, and we order drinks.

“So darling, I’ve been wondering, what did draw you to me?” he asks almost immediately.

“To be honest the usual stuff was what initially pulled me in. How hot your voice is, how adorable you are, and especially your posts giving people praise. Not enough people do that in general, so to me it was more than just something erotic to hear. As I explored your page deciding if I should follow, I noticed smaller things however. You appear very genuine in your posts, and that honesty and vulnerability is very admirable. Plus there was your little laugh you get sometimes, it was even better than just hearing you say dirty things. I had to follow you, and soon started wanting to know you more so than what you post online. However, I’m aware I’m usually not someone’s ‘type’ and didn’t want to humiliate myself messaging you when I’m sure you get plenty of messages from other thirsty girls. But I have wanted to show you a drawing I did of one of your selfies. Due to how busy I am and how little I like most people, it’s hard to be inspired enough to try drawing people, but something about you made me want to draw you. But of course, I still thought that would be creepy”

“Honestly it’s not as many messages as you would think, and as a creator I’d love to see what you made, even if it’s not perfect,” he responds. I pull up the picture I had taken of the drawing to show him, and the shock on his face is amazing. “This is so sweet. I’ve had people thirst over me a lot online, but never has anyone done something like this or talked about me the way you have. Also, when I had some time in the past couple hours I looked up your profile again, and I’d love to get to know you as well. However, now that we’re here, my mind seems to be wandering… elsewhere”.

“Really? Well I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking about other things as well. What can I say, you’re the only person I pay to hear your naughty ‘narrations’. I can’t seem to get enough of them”.

He leans in close to me, “well if you’d let me, I’d love to touch and kiss you all over”.

This sends a shiver down my spine, so I whisper in his ear, “not as much as I’d loooove to finally know what your cock tastes like”. With this I seem to have made him speechless. Before I know it he’s standing up, grabbing my hand, and putting some cash on the bar. “Hey, I was supposed to pay,” I say as he rushes me out of the bar.

“I’d much rather get you undressed as soon as possible. Now, where are you staying?”

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As soon as we enter the room, he shuts the door and pins me against the wall, kissing me deep. My hands discover their way behind his head as he lifts my legs, holding me up against the wall so he can grind into me. I can feel how hard he’s gotten, and I cannot help but moan into the kiss. “And I haven’t even started doing anything yet, you’re going to be fun…” he teases before attacking my neck with more kisses. I cannot help but gently tug on his hair as I push myself against him more and more. I can feel him leaving hickeys before he lets me go.

I immediately rip my clothes off and drop to my knees in front of him. “Please sir, can I taste you?” I beg.

“Well that depends, how badly do you want it?” He replies, slowly removing his belt.

“So fucking bad, my body is aching for you. I want to make you feel good so bad,” I continue as he finishes undressing. I stare in awe, while I would be ok with any size, he’s bigger than I wondered. “I… I think you’re too big for me to deepthroat” I struggle to say, not wanting his expectations to get too high.

“That’s ok, just start with your tongue babygirl”. With this I do as I’m told, licking up and down his shaft, giving a little extra attention to the tip. I cannot help but moan when I taste some of his precum. Once I have a good amount of spit on him, I switch to his balls. I cannot help but lick and suck them while stroking his hard cock. Hearing his moans is music to my ears. Before long I release him once more, only to take his cock in my mouth. I move my head as far down as my gag reflex will allow, each time taking him a little deeper, and only move my head up just enough that I can swirl my tongue around his head. I can tell how much he loves this as I look up at him, and he pulls my hair each time I move down on his cock to try to fit deeper into my throat. Before long he’s holding my head and fucking my face himself. I begin playing with my pussy while he does, especially when he manages to push himself down my throat. It doesn’t take long before he pulls out, picks me up, and throws me on the bed.

I lay face down, bent over the edge, as he gets on his knees to taste my pussy. “Fuck you’re such a dirty girl, getting so wet from just sucking my cock. Good fucking slut,” he says, spanking my ass a few times before shoving his face back in. I cannot help but moan as I shove my face into the bed, grasping at the sheets, desperate for something to hold on to as I feel my body beginning to lose control. Right as I’m just about to cum, he stops and stands up. I can feel his cock rubbing against my pussy as he whispers in my ear, “you are on birth control, right? I don’t think I could pull out if I push this in”.

“Yes sir, please fuck me,” I beg once more, aching to feel him inside me. With that he slowly slides in, inch by inch filling me up. I cannot help but moan louder at this, especially when I feel him balls deep inside me.

“Now babygirl, you’re going to have to tell me if it’s too much, because I just want to pound you relentlessly. Got it?” he whispers in my ear one last time.

“Yes sir,” I respond, and he immediately starts pounding deep into me. His thrusts are relentless, making me scream and tremble.

“That’s a good slutty bitch. You’re so good at taking my cock, I might just have to use you more. Maybe I’ll wake you up in the middle of the night just to make you take another load, or I could fuck that pretty little mouth again in the morning and make you swallow. Either way, you’d take it like a filthy whore, wouldn’t you?”

“Mhm,” was all I could say in between moans. It doesn’t take me long before I’m cumming on his cock, shaking and trembling as he continues destroying me. After I cum he slows down, kissing me on the cheek before asking me to climb further up onto the bed and roll over. I do as he asks and watch him climb on top of me.

“I want to see your beautiful face while I cum deep inside you babygirl. Are you ready?” he asks. I respond with a nod, and he pushes inside me again. This time is a lot gentler. He takes slower, deep strokes. With this I can feel his cock so much better. I can feel every twitch and I can squeeze tighter on him. I can see in his face how much he enjoys this, especially when he picks up the pace a touch and starts moaning more. It isn’t long before he’s pushing himself as deep as he can, filling me up with his cum. He lays on me for a moment and I wrap my arms around him while we catch our breath.

“Holy shit that was so much better than I thought it would be,” I say, and I can see him starting to blush. I begin running my fingers through his hair and ask, “what do you say we clean up then snuggle some more?”

NSFW: yes

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