Convention Countdown - Thursday

He continued fondling her breast and teasing her nipple while his other hand slipped inside her panties to touch her pussy directly. Her moans were growing more and more obvious the longer it went on, and people in front of her were turning around to catch a glance of what was going on. At some point she realized that the man in front of her had turned around, and was groping her other tit over her top, and her moaning started to grow more desperate. She heard someone in the line laugh and say something about a slut, but she was too far gone to care. Somewhere during this process, she lost control of her legs, and ended up leaning on the man behind her to keep herself standing. She heard the two whispering to each other, and the hand on her pussy started to pull her panties to the side. When the one in front grabbed her legs as if to lift them, she realized what they were planning. Her breathing quickened and her hands fumbled into her sleeves trying to pull out a condom before it was too late.

Before any of that could happen, however, the doors finally opened and her molesters released her. She walked unsteadily into the screening room, acutely aware of the first molester's hand on her waist. As soon as they were through the door into the dimly lit room, he steered her towards the backmost row of seats. As soon as she sat down, she heard the two of them talking quietly, and they both rested their hands on her thighs. They sat there, slowly stroking her legs while they waited for the showing to start. Mia was breathing heavily and quivering with anticipation. She knew as soon as those lights went out they were going to start in on her again. Part of her wondered why they were waiting. After all, they'd not been shy in the hallway, and she was clearly aching for it. Without thinking about it, she reached each hand out to touch their legs, slowly stroking them in a mirror of what they were doing to her. She matched their pace and intensity, attention completely focused on the sensation of their fingers on her thighs. She opened her legs further, so that her knees were touching theirs, and squeezed their thighs with her hand.

Finally, the lights darkened all the way, sinking the room into complete darkness. Then the screen lit up and the movie began. As soon as the sound filled the room, her molesters went on the offensive. Within seconds, she had two hands on her pussy, one teasing her clit and the other slipping in and out of her hole, quickly and roughly finger fucking her. They opened her top to free her breasts, and each wrapped their lips around one of her nipples. Mia bit her lip hard to stop from screaming in pleasure, her body shaking violently under their two pronged assault. As she fought not to make too much noise, she felt hands guiding her own and wrapping them around two hard, throbbing cocks. Her moans were masked by those coming from the action on the screen, and she started jacking the pair off. Her strokes were feverish and uncoordinated, but the vibrations of them lightly moaning against her breasts told her that they were enjoying it all the same.

Mia could barely focus on what she was doing enough to keep at it. She squeezed their cocks hard as she stroked them, her legs squirmed and writhed and her head fell back as her orgasm approached. Her body began to shake, practically vibrating in her seat, and she was unable to stop herself from moaning loudly as she neared the edge of her climax.

"I'm gonna cum..." she gasped, barely able to stop herself from screaming. One removed his suckling mouth from her breast and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Her eyes rolled back and he swallowed her screams as she reached her peak. She convulsed against the two, barely held in place as they kept playing with her, dragging out her orgasm by teasing her clit and g-spot. Her moans changed to desperate whimpers, the overwhelming sensation beginning to feel almost painful. When she finally went limp in their arms, tears running down her face from the over stimulation, he moved back to her breast, once again capturing her nipple with his tongue and lips. Just as she was about to cry out for mercy, her lips are captured by her other molester. His tongue invaded her mouth, and they continued their torture, already building her back up to another orgasm. She mewled pitifully into his mouth, and increased the pace of her desperate stroking, eager to make them both cum.

Another wave of intense bliss crashed over her body. Her entire body tensed, shaking so hard she feared the chair would fall back, and then finally all of the tension was released and she screamed her pained ecstasy into her molester's mouth before falling limp between them once again. The two released her, and she lounged bonelessly in the chair, sliding down into it, completely ignorant to her surroundings, aside from the dampness of her seat.

She sat there for a few minutes, unsure of what was coming next. Her legs were splayed out, and her tits were still bared to the cool air. After she'd started to recover, Mia's companions covered her breasts and helped her to her feet. She didn't resist as they led her out of the screening room, each with an arm around her waist. It almost felt like a date the way that they led her out, and her heart fluttered a little at the thought. As they exited the room, she heard one whisper something to the other, but in her cum-addled state, she couldn't make any sense of it. They marched off down the hallway, and Mia helplessly allowed them to guide her along. Eventually they came to another conference room, and finding it unlocked, slipped inside.

The room was completely dark, and Mia's eyes struggled to adjust to it. One of the pair turned on a phone light and set it against the wall to give them something to work with. The other dragged her to a nearby table and roughly threw her over it and lifted the back of her skirt. He pulled her panties down her legs, and let them fall around her ankles. As Mia carefully stepped out of the discarded garment, he buried his face in her snatch, breathing her scent in placing a kiss on her dripping slit.

"Jesus, dude! She's fucking soaked!" His tongue teased her clit before diving into her entrance and the two moaned in unison. "She's tasty as fuck, bro! I could eat this pussy all night!"

"Fuck that, man! Let's hurry up and wreck this slut!"

Mia whimpered with excitement, and quickly pulled out one of her condoms and tossed it over her shoulder at him.

"What the fuck?" He muttered. A second later he laughed, and she heard the tearing of the wrapper. "Fucking slut was ready for us! Even brought a rubber for me!" The two laughed, and one of them slapped her ass, causing her to cry out in surprise and pleasure.

The one behind her grunted as he slid the condom on, and soon he'd positioned himself at her entrance. Both of his hands gripped her waist and he ground himself against her entrance, seeming to savor her whimpers as she wiggled her hips back against him.

"Since you already came twice in there, you shouldn't mind if I just use you to get off, slut!"

Before she could respond, his cock was buried in her pussy. She let out a cry of pain and pleasure as he hammered her cervix. His thickness rivaled Simon's, but he was thankfully shorter, and it was only due to her extreme wetness that she was able to take him with something approaching comfort. True to his word, his fucking was brutal and purely focused on his own pleasure and with no regard for her own. Despite this, she was soon thrusting back to meet him, panting like an animal as he pounded her hard and deep. It took her some time to acclimate to his size, but soon her moans filled the room as his thrusts sent bolts of intense pleasure straight from her pussy to her brain. It was like an explosion of colors in her mind, each ripple of delight unable to dissipate before the next struck her. The loud smacking of his hips hitting her ass echoed through the otherwise empty room, and Mia prayed that no one would come by and put a stop to all this.

"Mia, are you getting fucked again?" Simons voice came through, staticy and clouded. Before she could answer, another collision with her cervix caused her to scream out in pleasure. Her mind was clouded and she couldn't make herself signal to him. All of her attention was focused on the fat cock pounding away at her insides.

"Fucking shit," her new lover growled. "You're fucking tight for such a slut!"

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" Her eyes glazed over as she surrendered herself once more to the pleasure. Her companion tore open her robe again, and began tugging on her nipples. She squealed with unabashed delight, and gripped the edge of the table with painful intensity. As his fingers roughly kneaded her tits, cock pounding rhythmically away, Mia fought to remain upright against the table. She clenched her pussy down on his invading member and pushed harder against him, stars bursting behind her eyes each time that he bottomed out in her hungry pussy.

"He's gloved right, sweetheart?" Simon's voice was nervous, and Mia smiled wickedly as another bolt of pleasure pierced through her. She'd had no idea it would be this easy to tease him, or how much she would enjoy it. She didn't bother answering, and instead focused on the man railing her, forgetting about her husband for the time being.

"Here it comes, slut!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Give it to me! Cum for me!"

Mia braced herself more firmly against the table, letting him pound away inside her full force and just accepting his rough punishment. His grip on her breasts got so tight, she feared they would bruise, and she felt his cock start to twitch and throb inside her. With a roar, he erupted, filling the condom with what seemed like a massive load. Again and again she felt it twitch inside her, firing off shot after shot into the rubber. She fell to her knees as he pulled out with a wet pop, and a moment later the condom landed on the table next to her face, the heady smell of a thick load of cum filling her nostrils. She could see it through the opening, and her hand drifted absently towards the rubber, overcome with a desire to taste it.

10

Before her hand could reach it though, another pair of hands gripped her hips and pulled her roughly away from the table. She'd nearly forgotten about her second molester, and as he flipped her onto her back she spread her legs eagerly for him. She hadn't managed to cum with his partner, and she was ready for more. As his cock slid along her pussy lips, the heat of it registered and she threw a hand out against his chest to stop him.

"Condom," she moaned, the feeling of his head grazing her clit robbing her of any conviction in her words. Her fingers were already in her sleeve, unsteadily retrieving another rubber for him. She lost control of her fingers, dropping it on her stomach and moaning as he ground himself against her harder.

"C'mon, doll," he laughed, knocking his head against her entrance with a grin. "We both know you want it raw."

Mia nodded absently and rolled her hips against him, mewling with submissive pleasure. She did want it raw. She wanted to feel it so badly, it felt like every fiber of her being was screaming at her to mate with this man. This domineering stranger that had so skillfully conquered her. But she had to stay strong for Simon.

"Condom," she whispered, pinning it to his chest with her finger. "Or nothing."

Simon let out a sigh of relief, and Mia figured he must have been holding his breath waiting to see what she would do. She felt a sense of pride at her willpower, but knew that it was an empty bluff. If he tried to physically pressure her, she knew she wouldn't be able to stop him, but the stand had to be taken.

He growled with agitation, but snatched the condom out of her fingers and put it on before plunging roughly into her depths. Mia screamed into his shoulder and immediately wrapped her arms and legs around him. He was rough, even more so than the other had been, as if he was trying to punish her for making him wear the condom. She raised her hips to meet every thrust, relishing the brutal treatment. She slid her hands under his shirt and dug her nails into his back. He hissed with pleasure and bit down on her exposed shoulder, drawing a cry from her. As he pounded her pussy into submission, she felt her climax quickly approaching.

"Yes, yes, yes! Make me cum! Please, I'm so close! Make me cum!"

"Fucking slut," he growled in her ear. "Betcha wish you'd let me hit it raw now! Bet you'd have cum all over me by now."

"Yes! Please!"

"I knew you wanted it raw the moment I felt that pussy."

"Yes!"

"You want me to fuck a load in that pussy, slut?! Want me to knock you up?!"

"Oh god, yessss! I'm cumming! Imcumming! Imcumming!"

Mia threw her head back and came all over his cock with a wail. He pounded into her ferociously, like he was trying to break her, and she loved every second of it. He back arched to meet him, and she convulsed on the floor as he continued to fuck her until she finally collapsed beneath him. He pulled out of her quickly, breaking her grasp with ease, and yanked the condom off before tossing it aside.

9

There was a moment of panic, as Mia both hoped and feared that he was about to return to her hot channel and finish off inside her like he'd been talking about. Instead he straddled her waist, his hand a blur on his dick. Before she could stop him, he erupted, shooting his hot load all over her chest and face. He coated her with rope after rope of sticky seed, and Mia moaned at the degrading sensation, and she absently started stroking her pussy as he finished himself off.

The two men laughed, and she heard the sound of hands slapping together as they high fived and left her playing with herself on the floor of the darkened room. The cum coated her skin, and she could feel it cooling against her overheated skin. She savored the smell of sex that now permeated her, and scooped the sticky fluid into her mouth with her free hand, moaning decadently at the taste.

"You ok, Mia?"

"Mhm," she moaned wistfully. She'd stopped trying to clean herself and was instead rubbing the cum on her breast into her skin like lotion, her other hand still playing between her legs.

"Are you alone?"

"Yeah."

"What happened?"

"Oh, Simon," her back arched as she strummed her clit and moaned her husband's name. "He came all over me! I'm such a mess, right now. It's on my tits, my face, I think he even got some in my hair!"

"Jesus! How are you going to get cleaned up?"

Mia moaned again, her fingers diving into her pussy, desperate to fill it again. She kept squeezing her breast while she fingered herself, her voice shaky and high pitched as she drove herself to another climax.

"I'm not. I want to feel it under my clothes. I want people to see it and know that I'm a little whore! I want...I want...I'm cumminnggggg!"

She lay there gasping on the floor for a few more minutes, her chest heaving with exertion. Her eyelids were heavy with cum, and despite what she said she proceeded to clean her face. She'd need to see where she was going after all. Soon she'd cleaned the worst of it, but the stickiness remained. A constant reminder of what had happened. True to her word, however, she did pull her top back together, and felt the sticky wetness soak into the soft fabric. It clung to her breasts and felt delightfully disgusting.

"Are you still going to wander?" Simon's voice snapped her out of her reverie.

"Yes, I think so. At the very least I need to eat something."

"Sounds good. I need to grab some shut eye, though. Do you think you'll be alright on your own?"

Mia bit her lip, and felt a twinge of excitement in her pussy.

"Yeah, I think I can handle that, baby."

"Just try not to have too much fun without me!"

"No promises. Have a good nap."

And with a quiet pop, her earpiece went silent. An excited grin spread across her face at the thought of playing solo for a bit, wondering what kind of trouble she could get into without her husband listening in. This felt so naughty and Mia couldn't wait to get back out there. She fumbled around on the floor looking for her panties, but they weren't where she remembered leaving them. It suddenly occurred to her that one of her playmates must have absconded with them in the dark, claiming them as a souvenir or a trophy of his conquest. Mia shivered at the thought and nervously made her way to the door. The thrill of going commando in such a skimpy outfit was intense. With a deep breath she exited the room, and marched out into the convention once more.

She made it back into the main lobby undisturbed, the hallway being completely empty. She could tell that it was getting a bit late for Thursday, and people were starting to wind down in preparation for tomorrow or killing time waiting for late night events. Still she scanned the sparsely crowded room, looking for someone that looked like he'd be able to give her a good time.

"Erza! Hey Erza! Come over here!"

The voice shocked Mia out of her search. She hadn't expected anyone to call out to her. Off to her left a buxom blonde was bouncing up and down excitedly and waving to get her attention. The other woman was cosplaying Lucy from Fairy Tail, clad in her Capricorn Star Dress, and she was killing it. A black and purple corset pushed up her already impressive bust to the point that Mia feared she would fall out of it the way she was jumping around. The slits of the dress went almost all the way to her waist, exposing deliciously thick thighs. Mia couldn't help but drink in the sight of the curvy woman with a mixture of lust and envy, and before she realized it she'd approached "Lucy" and been pulled into a tight embrace. The other woman held the embrace a little longer than was probably decent, and Mia whimpered with excitement at the feel of her softness.

Lucy pulled away, her smile having turned from friendly to alluring, and she looked Mia up and down over her sunglasses before quickly licking her lips.

"Well someone's certainly been having fun, hasn't she?"

Mia's face flushed, suddenly reminded of how she currently reeked of sex and cum, along with the feeling of her now cum-soaked top against her bosom. Her heart raced as Lucy hungrily ogled her, a lusty glint in her eyes, and she melted into the other woman's embrace as she wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her over to an open area.

"I wanna take some pictures with you, gorgeous," she smiled confidently up at Mia. Their height difference wasn't significant, but Mia couldn't help but stare down Lucy's top and watch her generous tits jiggle in their confinement as they walked along. "And after that...well we'll have to see."

Mia's breathing quickened and she felt herself fold under the commanding weight of her new friend's presence. Lucy got the attention of a passerby and asked him to take some quick shots with her phone, which he happily agreed to do. As soon as he took the camera, Lucy started to pose Mia to suit her own purposes. She pawed at her the whole time, using the directions as a cover for her actions.

Initially, the poses were teasing shots. Nothing especially lewd, although there was a very real chance of Mia flashing her naked pussy at the cameraman. However, with each shot, Lucy got more and more bold, squeezing her breasts, grinding her thigh against her needy pussy, and finally pulling her into a tight embrace, her larger breasts crushing Mia's against her chest while she took handfuls of her ass.

As more photographers showed up, drawn to the spectacle of the two beauties posing, Lucy got even more aggressive. She openly reached her hands into Mia's top, barely preventing the onlookers from getting a peek at her hardened nipples. She pulled Mia into her lap, adjusting the way they sat so that each woman's thigh was rubbing against the other's pussy and proceeded to grind for the camera before pulling Mia in for a kiss. They held the kiss for several agonizingly long moments, all the while cameras were going off around them. Mia felt a small orgasm rush through her body at all the sensations, and couldn't stop herself from quivering atop Lucy's leg as she moaned into her mouth.