Paizuri Princess

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A couple of horny nerds hook up with cosplayer Jessica Nigri.
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The convention ran from Friday to Sunday; so by the time the sun was setting on Saturday, everyone was getting in the mood to party. Not that you could easily tell the sun was going down from inside the sprawling convention centre/hotel complex, a comfortably dull cluster of beige rectangles that did little to encourage guests to go outside. Which was kind of a shame, it being a beautiful Spring evening in California, but I don't think any of us were there for pleasant walks at sunset. So it was mostly over and there was one last night for the nerds, geeks, and otaku to have fun, and we were all looking to make the most of it. Sometimes mundanes are surprised to see how hard geeks can party; but if you put a bunch of highly enthusiastic people in big toy store with no judgement for a weekend, some of them are going to get crazy. (Also, a lot of them are college kids with no supervision and easy access to booze, so there's that.)

Anna had gone off on her own to take one last go around the cosplay hall in her newly-completed Lina Inverse costume; she'd been working on it for ages and wanted to show it off as much as possible. Obviously I'm super biased, but I think it's great – she looks just like the Queen of Destruction! Or at least, like Lina would look, if Lina was half-Chinese and substantially curvier. But, curiously enough, none of the guys who usually nitpick and quibble over tiny details ever seem to complain that she doesn't look right because her tits and ass are too big. Though occasionally some asshole will complain that the rest of her is – Anna's thick & curvy, not slim & stacked – but fuck 'em. (If they don't appreciate real women, they can stick to jerking off.) Anyway, her costume was fucking great and she wanted people to see it. (She's not totally happy with the wig, but then she never is.) It's actually pretty tame by her standards, doesn't show much skin even if it is pretty tight in certain places; I think she wanted to play it safe after her Emma Frost costume almost got her thrown out of the last con. I guess we were lucky the staff didn't know about the impromptu bukkake session she held in an unused meeting rooms – she really was the White Queen!

We'd arranged to meet up at a party some friends were throwing in their suite later in the evening, so in the mean while I had some time to kill. Didn't really fancy any of the panels being held, so I just went for a leisurely wander through the halls. Spent a little while in the retro gaming corner, my old-skool skills standing me in good stead until I made the mistake of trying the original '98 Dance Dance Revolution cabinet. I remember being pretty good at that, back in the day, so I stepped up to be absolutely ruined by a man twice my size and considerably more graceful. Guess I'm out of practice, that or getting old. (Actually, if DDR counts as retro now then probably the latter.) I shook his hand, complimented him on his Char Aznable helmet, and stepped down. That done, I swung through the dealer's hall once more, just in case there were any last-minute bargains to be had from vendors in a hurry to close up and get partying. Nothing especially caught my eye, except for a pair of classic-style cat ears; in all my years of otakudom I'd never actually had any, so I decided to make good on that. I figured it would make Anna laugh, if nothing else. Popping them on, I decided to leave before I impulsively bought something expensive and impractical. (Spend enough time in these places and eventually you realise how little self-control you have and can plan accordingly.) On the way out I got somewhat distracted by a pair of very fetching cosplayers just outside the hall – Poison & Roxy, striking some . . . suggestive poses. At least they were until I asked if I could take some pictures, then they went full-on lewd. I snapped away and hoped they couldn't tell how stiff I was getting under my jeans. (Wishful thinking on my part, I'm not that big.) Not gonna lie, I was wondering about, you know; but it seemed rude to ask. So I thanked them for the photos, made a note of their Instagrams, and turned to leave. One of them smacked me on the ass as I left, couldn't tell which.

By now the evening was well under way, so I headed back to our room to freshen up before the party, weaving through packs of partially-inebriated nerds, around spontaneous Pokémon tournaments, and dodging random glompers. (Not that I don't enjoy being aggressively hugged by overexcited geek girls, but . . .) Anyways I made it back to the room unmolested, took a quick shower, and put on some clean clothes, along with my new ears. (Going to a convention? Shower frequently and change your clothes. Do it.)

Finding the party turned out to be both easier and harder than I'd expected; by the time I got to the right floor, a bunch of individual shindigs had spilled out of their respective rooms and suites and sort of agglomerated into one big ambient nerd-riot. Booze & candy fuelled revellers congregated in every corner, the babble of a dozen overlapping conversations mixing with j-pop playing from various laptops, phones, and Bluetooth speakers. Though I recognised a few people, I couldn't immediately see anyone I really knew; but everyone was friendly and there was a happy energy in the crowd, so I found myself a drink and wandered round making small talk. There was a plus-size Wonder Woman across the room who looked real familiar, and I couldn't work out if she was the one who'd fucked me like six months back? The curse of only meeting people when they're dressed up as someone else. A little while later I found myself in an informative if one-sided conversation with a pale, excitable grognard who was talking enthusiastically about halberds, when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Making my excuses, I backed off into a corner and pulled it out; as I'd hoped, it was from Anna. A photo, to be exact – couldn't really tell what it was from the thumbnail, so I hastily unlocked my phone and opened it. As always when I got an unknown photo from her, I felt a thrill of anticipation, whatever would it be? (It probably wasn't going to be a cute dog or a note telling me to get milk on the way home.)

Up popped a picture of my darling Anna, who bore the broad goofy smile of someone desperately trying to keep a straight face and failing utterly. Above her floated the caption 'EEEEK! ZOMBIES!' in a horror-comic font, presumably added in one of those Instagram filters she's forever fiddling with. And indeed she was in the traditional 'swarmed by ravenous undead' pose, totally 'helpless' as countless arms reached from out of shot to grab at her. Contrary to established zombie lore however, almost all of the hands were zeroing in on her chest; somehow I don't think it was her brains they were after. I grinned, pocketed my phone, and went in search of another drink. Wandering happily down the corridor, I turned my head to check out this dude's customised Nintendo Power Glove at precisely the wrong moment; or in retrospect, at precisely the right moment. I looked back in time to see her stepping out of the doorway in front of me, but not in time to actually do anything about it.

I managed to garble something between a warning and an apology, and then the two of us were stumbling helplessly in a confusion of limbs. We didn't actually go down, though we did collide with a bedside table that had somehow ended up in the hallway. There was one of those random quiet moments when every conversation happens to pause, just in time for a bunch of spent Mountain Dew bottles to go clattering across the floor. I winced, steadied myself, scrambled to grab the bottles before anyone else fell over, and then turned to apologise to the woman I'd blundered into.

"Hell, I'm sorry! Are you alright?" For the first time I got a clear look at her; looking very familiar, and very attractive. She seemed mostly concerned about her outfit, which after living with Anna for a year I totally understood. Fortunately her costume, a cream-white dress rising to a very revealing bustier/bra/bikini thing that was mostly straps, seemed intact.

"Yeah yeah, I'm fine," she replied, straightening the knee-length cape that hung from her shoulders, "you?" Brushing a strand of platinum-blonde hair from her face, she looked up at me, and I knew it was really her; my second-favourite sexy cosplayer, Jessica Nigri.

"Uh-" Fuck! "Good thing I don't have any pride, huh."

She smiled brighter than my dumb joke deserved. "Baka!"

"For real though I'm sorry, guess I got distracted."

"Don't worry, no harm done." Her smile widened into a grin. "Guys always seem to get distracted around me, I wonder why that is . . ." She leaned forward a little, giving me a perfect view of her big, pert tits; something was drawn on them in black body paint, I knew enough to recognise it as kanji but that was all. Then she wiggled just enough to make them jiggle. Somehow I swallowed the urge to audibly moan at the sight. Jessica broke into a fit of giggles, which naturally made them jiggle and bounce even more. "Oh, you like that?"

"Yeah, I do like that!" Putting it mildly. I shuffled about and hoped I wasn't drawing attention to the erection growing in my jeans.

"Really?" Her eyes sparkled mischievously. "What do you like, exactly?"

"Your, er, costume?" I mean, I wasn't lying, I did like her costume. "Trying to work out who you are, but-" I shook my head regretfully.

"Well, shit, maybe I'm not as famous as I thought!"

"Sorry? Oh, no, I know who you are!" Probably most of the guys here would know who she was, if they got a proper look. "I mean, who you're dressed as."

"Oh! Cool, no it isn't anyone in particular, just a sort of Final Fantasy princess thing." Her smile momentarily inverted into an equally-cute frown. It didn't last. "Fuck, did I sound like a diva just now?"

"Nah," I winked at her, "well, maybe a little."

Jess rolled her eyes and shoved me playfully. "Ah, who cares what you think, you're just some pervert who keeps staring at my tits."

"Hey! That's not-" She sighed and looked at me with mock seriousness. "-that's only partly true!"

"Which part is true? The part where you're a pervert or the part where you keep staring at my tits?"

"Well, when you put it that way-" Guilty as charged. "Uh, what does that say though?"

"Oh, this?" Jessica straightened her back and pushed her glorious chest out, this time keeping them still so I could get a clear look at the neatly drawn characters. "Sure you don't know?"

I took advantage of her question to take a real close look. "Is the second one 'queen', something like that?" Her expression gave nothing away. I shrugged. "Honestly, I tried a couple times to learn some Japanese, but never had the discipline to stick with it."

"Yeah, you and me both – I had to look it up" confessed Jess, relaxing her posture again, so that I now had a merely great view of her beautiful big boobs. My erection was here to stay.

"Me, you, and like half the people here, I expect." At least half. "Well, don't tell me, maybe Anna will know – she's gotten pretty good by now."

"Anna?"

"Oh, Anna's my girlfriend, she's-"

"RIGHT BEHIND YOU!" A familiar-feeling bundle of energy grabbed me from behind in a bear hug. After a moment I managed to pull her off me enough to turn round and see the smiling face of my beloved; I gave her a kiss, and then she gave me one, and we could have done that a while longer but after all we had company.

"You had a good time then babe?"

"Yeah, it was awesome! Everyone said they loved my costume, and I got groped by like a dozen guys!"

"I know, I saw the picture!"

"Oh cool, I wasn't sure if that had sent or not."

"The fuck, you got groped?" Jessica spoke up from behind me. For a moment I'd forgotten she was there. Well alright, I hadn't, but I was still super happy to see Anna.

"Oh no, not like that!" she explained, smoothing her skirt down as she relinquished her grasp. "I said they could, it was fully consensual groping."

"Oh! I guess that's OK then."

Figured I should make the introductions, so I stepped back from between the two costumed beauties. "Jessica, this is Anna; Anna, this is-"

"OHMYGOD!" I coughed to try and cover my laughter. "Jessica! Oh wow!" Seeing her fangirl like that is always so pure. "Is that a new costume? I really like it!" With visible effort, she restrained her enthusiasm and smiled bashfully. "Sorry, I get carried away sometimes."

"Oh, don't sweat it" laughed Jessica easily. "And your costume is great, by the way. The wig works really well!"

Anna smiled broadly, then narrowed her eyes and looked at me. "Wait, did he tell you to say that?" I covered my face with my hands and groaned theatrically.

"What? No, it's good! Really!"

"Yaay!"

"Oh, so you listen to her when she says it's good!"

"Well of course I do, she's a professional!"

The three of us moved off in search of somewhere quieter to talk; which was easier said than done, what with the party in full flow around us. We ended up in the corner of a relatively peaceful bedroom, sitting on the floor and leaning against the walls with bed in front of us. Not the most comfortable position, but the best we were likely to find, and anyways there are worse places to find yourself than squashed between a pair of buxom nerd girls. Plus we'd found a half-full bottle of rum waiting for us, so that helped. Conversation spilled out pleasantly, the girls mostly talking shop about costumes and make-up, me mostly listening to them.

"Did you really let guys feel you up earlier?"

"Of course!" Anna fumbled about for her phone, sighed, and turned to me. "Show her the picture, honey." I obliged, pulling up the photo on my phone and holding it out for Jess. "See?" Our new friend smiled and nodded. "Now show her the other pictures."

My cock twitched in my pants. "The ones from the last con?" Anna nodded, so I scrolled back through my photos until I found my favourite shot of her as Emma Frost. The one where she was on her knees, grinning up at the camera in the classic peace-sign pose. With her lacy bustier, which didn't cover much anyway, tugged down to let her big fat jugs free. And with her cute face absolutely coated in cum, geek goo dripping down to splash onto her chest. I showed Jessica.

"Fuck!"

"Nah, they were jerking themselves off, a public gangbang is a bit much even for me."

"I mean, I like to have fun, but damn!" Jessica sounded impressed despite herself. Anna smiled in satisfaction. I kissed her until she pushed me away laughing.

"So how did you two meet, anyway?" asked Jessica, in what sounded suspiciously like an attempt to change the subject.

Anna was taking a swig from the bottle, so I answered. "Oh, it was at Sakura-Con two years ago, we were at a party like this one, only it had gotten to like 3am and everything had gotten pretty wild." I smiled at the memory. "We'd crossed paths a couple times through the night, and then-"

"Your eyes met across a crowded room and it was love at first sight?" Jess piped up in her best Disney princess voice, fluttering her eyelashes. Anna almost choked on her drink.

"Ah, not exactly. She came up and offered to trade a blow-job for my Rasperry Kit-Kat." I put my arm round her. "Afterwards she broke the last finger in two so I could have half; that's when I knew it was love."

Anna rested her head against my shoulder. Jessica looked at the two of us with an expression of thwarted disbelief. "You guys are s-"

"Sluts?"

"I was going to say sweet!"

Anna tilted her head quizzically. "Would you rather be slutty or sweet, babe?"

I thought about it. "I think sweet?"

"Pussy!" She planted a rum-scented kiss on my cheek.

"You guys are something alright!"

"Want the last mouthful?" asked Anna, handing Jess the bottle before she got a reply. "I guess we must seem crazy, but we're not like this all the time. Usually we're just a regular couple, it's just that we're both very highly sexed so we need to let off steam every now and then." She shrugged. "So when we come to cons, we party and fuck around, then we go home to our quiet, ordinary life."

"I'll drink to that!" Jessica killed the bottle and stuck it in a nearby wastepaper basket, winced as it triggered an avalanche of empty Pocky boxes and Oreo wrappers. She wiped her slightly-flushed face with the back of a hand, smiled. "And I thought I was being naughty with this!" Her thrust out chest indicated clearly what she was talking about.

"Oh shit, I forgot about that." I turned to my better half. "Do you know what that says?"

She peered intently at the black-paint kanji emblazoned proudly on those smooth pale boobs. "Well, the second word is 'princess', I know that-" (I was close!) "-not so sure about-" There was a pause, and then a grin. "Wait, is it-" Jessica smiled slyly but gave nothing away. "Paizuri Princess!"

"A woman of culture I see!" Jess giggled happily, before turning to me. "You know what that means, right?"

"You're a titty-fucking princess?"

"Of course I am!" she laughed, jiggling regally.

"Oh, really?" she purred, "You must be very good then . . ."

A modest smile. "Well, you know I have a lot of practice." (I bet.) There was a brief but noticeable pause; somewhere behind us the music changed and someone cheered. The bright smile on her face was replaced by a sly smirk. "If you had a cock I could prove it, but-"

"What do you mean, if?"

"I'm sorry?"

"I do too have a cock!" Taking hold of her idol's wrist, she pressed her hand against my crotch. I was very hard. "It might be attached to him-" That familiar wicked grin. "-but it belongs to me!" (It sure does.) One of the girls started squeezing and rubbing it through my jeans; I wasn't sure which so I put a hand up each skirt to be sure of repaying the favour. The the other joined it, so it was academic really. Smooth skin and soft fabric slid under my fingers as I started to stroke gently across their panties, caressing them beneath their clothes as they fondled me eagerly. Anna's free hand stroked my cheek, gently turned my head so she could kiss me; her oh-so-familar mouth found mine and we swapped spit happily. Without warning I stroked her a little harder and felt her gasp a little against my face; a moment later I felt a vengeful squeeze on my balls. After a minute or so Anna pulled back; I turned my head and Jessica leaned in for her turn. We gave each other dozens of quick little kisses, exploring each others unfamiliar face with lips and tongues. It was glorious; making out with a gorgeous model whilst the woman I loved nuzzled happily against my neck, both of them warm and just-slightly-moist beneath my probing fingers. But I couldn't have all the fun; and anyway it's always more fun if you share.

Pulling back from Jessica's soft lips, a little reluctantly, I leaned back as far as I could, which wasn't far. "Now, kiss!" Jessica sighed theatrically, Anna rolled her eyes, and then they both leaned in to lock lips. In our cramped little space, their faces were just inches in front of mine as they kissed deeply, the enforced closeness making it seem even more erotic. Their full breasts pressed warm and soft against my chest and I redoubled my efforts, rubbing at their hot pussies through their ever-dampening panties. I guess they were giving each other their full attention, because they'd slackened off groping me; probably for the best, or I might have creamed my jeans right there and then.

By the time the girls quit making out, the loud party behind us had kind of slipped my mind, until we clambered awkwardly to our feet and realised we weren't alone. On the other side of the double bed, in front of the TV, a couple were fiddling with a Gamecube; Wonder Woman bent over to connect the RGB cable, giving her companion a close-up view of a magnificent big butt under that classic blue-and-white-starred skirt. She turned her head back to say something, saw me, and winked. It was her alright. I recognised the guy as the halberd-fan from earlier; I gave him a quick thumbs-up and turned to go.

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