My Cosplayer Girlfriend Likes To Watch Chapter 7

Janine's lips and yours parted after what felt like an hour of making out, as she tried to express her thankfulness, love and burning lust all at once, her hands gripping onto the front of your jacket. Her face was a bit flushed and you thought she looked beautiful, as the two of you parted.

"I'm so happy, sorry to push this on you," she said, leaning her face against your chest - no longer standing on her tippy toes, though you were still crouching a bit. She seemed content to listen to your heartbeat. "If, if you're uncomfortable..."

You shook your head. There was just no way you could really have a leg to stand on here. After all, it's not often that there's an opportunity like this. You'd made sure to show Amanda your appreciation for this, but it was probably not enough.

It was really baffling, how much money was in this sort of business.

Janine gave the last round of checkups to the camera, the related equipment, and most importantly... to Amanda.

Amanda was wearing a costume you were rather familiar with, a dark gray bodysuit with a clipped on tail, a cat eared cowl, and black boots and gloves. She wore no underwear, because it'd show under the outfit, and the tight costume showed off her cameltoe and nipples.

Quite deliberate, that.

You looked at her, and she blushed a little under your gaze. It was cute.

"Ah, thank you for agreeing to this," she said, "I... really feel more comfortable if it's with you."

You smiled, giving her a nod of acceptance. 

"But still, 'Manda, I couldn't imagine you were making so much cash from this stuff!" Janine said, now looking a bit more animated and cheerful. "Won't your fans be angry if, you know, you do it with a man?"

Amanda shook her head. "I've done analysis and polled my fans, and, uh, as long as the guy remains faceless they don't care, and, well, when I said I don't have a boyfriend it was the truth..."

Janine scratched her cheek. "Right, they wouldn't imagine the sort of relationship we have," she said with a shrug. "Ah, it doesn't matter," she said. 

Unfortunately, none of you had been able to source a proper costume for you, in time, and so you only had the remains of a long gone Halloween costume. Not the accurate one, but... it would do.

"Are you ready, 'Manda?" Janine asked, as both you and her took position behind the camera.

Amanda nodded, making sure she remembered where everything was-  she'd need to keep her focus on the camera, and it would ruin the video if she tripped because she didn't remember where the furniture, in particular the couch, were.

With her approval, Janine began the countdown.

Three, two, one, her fingers came down, and then the camera was rolling, and Amanda was in her element in an instant.

A sassy, confident grin settled on the exposed lower half of her face, as she began swaying her body, in ways and methods that spoke of agility and dexterity. She was really amazing, in your opinion could pass as a gymnast. Perhaps it was a bit cliché and trite to describe her as poetry in motion, but certainly a lewd limerick at least.

She moved confidently and with purpose, and she moved well. With catlike grace and feline balance, she struck pose after pose, Janine following her motions with the camera, stretching the already stretched material of her costume even further, showing off every part of her body, from her luscious legs, to the tits sitting perky and well shaped on her chest.

She bent over, back to the camera, legs close together, showing off the perfect shape of her ass, the fat cheeks perfectly covered in uniform dark latex, only a glimpse at her labia between her cheeks.

If your eyes didn't trick you, you could see a small stain of wetness, and you thought it quite interesting.

She moved more, almost dancing, as she twisted her body, this and that way, managing to show off tits and ass with only a little bit of camera movement, blowing kisses and meowing at the camera, and then the props came in.

You were as subtle as you could, avoiding the camera's eye, as you passed her the whip to where she could grab it, and then she began to pose with it as well, both making motions as if to swing it - unfortunately you didn't have enough space, nor did she actually know how to crack the whip - and then pressing it against numerous parts of her body, running it under her asscheeks, around her breasts - even at one point holding the handle of the whip only by pressing her tits together - as if it was nothing but a toy.

You actually liked your lips, as she wrapped the whip around herself, presenting herself as a prize for the camera's pleasure of viewing. 

Janine, the camerawoman, was shamelessly drinking in the sight, approaching and moving, on the mobile tripod, around Amanda, as she posed lewdly.

Finally, it was time, as the showing off portion of the video was completed, and she began to tease the camera more overtly, more sexually, dropping the pretense and even making a come hither motion with one finger, showing off her back and ass as she did.

The setup complete, you stood juuuust off camera, just enough so only the light gray pants, shirt and yellow belt could be seen when, following Amanda's motions, Janine focused the camera near your crotch area.

The costume pants'd been a set of lycra tights, and while they weren't particularly uncomfortable, your cock was actually quite stiff and really not enjoying the tights prison.

Licking her lips, Amanda reached under your belt from below, hooked her fingers on the waistband of your pants and pulled them down, just enough that one of her hands could go into your pants and begin stroking you. With a few more tugs, you were free from your prison, your pants almost, but not quite, constricting your shaft. Fortunately they were stretchy enough that your balls actually weren't feeling terribly crushed, though Amanda was thankfully not done yet, and let your nuts free after she showed off the length and girth of your cock to the camera.

You looked down, gripping your right wrist with your left hand behind your back, and gave her an encouraging smile as she looked up at you for a moment with a hint of worry.

She seemed happy to see that you were still in on this, and then let out her tongue to lick at the mushroom like tip of your cock, licking her lips afterwards. A few strokes of your length to ensure you were totally and fully hard followed, and she hummed appreciatively, a seductive sound that almost had the hair standing up from the back of your neck.

She then wasted no time, popping the top half of your shaft into her mouth, her tongue lapping and licking at its head, then pulling back and showing off her licking. Making porn, she'd explained, was different from real sex. It was about being showy and looking lewd.

She looked up at you, eyes a bit glazed, breathing heavily as she licked at your throbbing cock. What a tease.

She then began to bob her head back and forth, servicing your shaft lewdly and noisily, swallowing with her mouth open, ensuring she produced a naughty sound that the camera would pick up very easily.

You had to grit your teeth and grip your wrist more intensely, as she began adding strokes with her hand, now that your shaft was lubricated by her spit, doubling the stimulation, her free hand grasping onto your thigh for support. Her gloves were a strange experience, not quite as soft as a hand, but smoother, gliding strangely yet no less pleasurably.

She was crouching at a bit of an awkward angle, not quite on her knees, but with her body on full display for the camera as Janine nearly went prone, making the camera pan from the high heeled boots that supported Amanda's body from the bottom, all the way up to her sandwiched thighs and legs, paying special attention to the wet and open, vulnerable looking pussy lips, staining the crotch of her body glove, and stopping to admire her breasts, now stained by her spittle and saliva as she continued sucking you off in a very sloppy manner.

You weren't about to cum, not from this, not for a long time, but you actually had an alloted blowjob time, and Janine raised her hand, three fingers up, signalling that you needed to move on to the next scene. 

Not missing a beat, you took a step back, and Amanda gave you a playful kiss as you did, the camera following the cosplaying woman as she took position, on her hands and knees, on the couch. 

You approached her from behind, and with a bit of effort, opened a hole in her, relatively inexpensive, body glove, where it was most wet. Her sopping wet little cockmunching hole was revealed to you, and you couldn't help but lick your lips.

She was so turned on, it was amazing. 

You touched it a little, if only to ensure everything was in order, checking how ready and open she was for intrusion. You grinned, placing a hand on her hip as you used the other to line yourself up and hold yourself in place.

Without further ado, you pierced her fully with your lance, and she began moaning, exaggeratedly lewd and bombastic moans, letting loose with her voice and caring little for how ridiculous it sounded.

Amanda was as tight as a vicegrip, and it was clear to you she hadn't had sex in weeks, not since the last time you'd met. She had hinted that she hadn't found a man yet, in some of her messages with Janine, but you'd thought that with her career in this sort of thing...

It was really amazing, just how needy and thankful her pussy was, showering you with juice and affection, hugging you from all sides, desperately clinging to you and moving as if to invite you further in.

You weren't about to pass on such an invitation. You then began to pound her furiously, and Amanda's voice rang, wordless moans and encouragement echoing through your head as you almost forgot the entirety of the situation. Fortunately, only a small part of you could be seen, as Janine had angled the camera such that it captured almost exclusively Amanda's face and body.

Yet it was still in front of you, and behind it, Janine stood with one hand in her pants, drooling on herself as you pounded her best friend mercilessly, your fingers roughly gripping onto her ass and hips.

You had to last, but Janine and Amanda weren't making it easy. Amanda's pussy was desperate in its plea for you to stay, making an almost disgustingly lewd noise as you parted her walls, the slick cunt easily welcoming you like a beloved friend, and then it would close and squeeze down and force you to almost scrape her vagina as you dragged yourself out of her.

Again and again, you pounded her, and little by little, Amanda's moans changed, slowly but surely transforming from the exaggerated, porno moans to the moans of a woman who couldn't hold it together.

That's what you'd been waiting for, and yet- Janine raised three pussyjuice drenched fingers, then added a fourth.

A change of scene, one which had a rather distressed Amanda catch the camera's attention again, pretending she wasn't stumbling a bit as she tried to strike a pose while still being a little bowlegged and quivering with excitement and pleasure.

You took that moment to lay on your back on the couch, ignoring the slight wetness from Amanda's sexual fluids and your shared sweat, and then Amanda took her position, riding you and slipping your dick back inside her.

Now bouncing herself on your cock, she was both mewling in pleasure and panting heavily,  your hands toying with her breasts - in very specific ways, ensuring that they were always easily visible to the camera, and that her nipples, pressing against her costume, could be seen at nearly all times.

Her body was light as a feather, but her strong hips and powerful thrusts still made the couch creak a little as she lost most of what remained of her self control, and she began fucking herself on your cock, moaning openly and without a care.

Janine, for her part, had set the Camera in a position where it'd capture the important parts, while conveniently leaving out your face, only your costumed  body being visible. The blonde was now naked, her clothes strewn about Amanda's studio, as she shamelessly shoved the rather phallic looking handle of the whip prop up her pussy, while her other hand played with her plentiful tits.

You had to grit your teeth and catch yourself, but Janine glanced at the camera's feed for a moment then looked at you, giving you a shaky grin as she prepared herself. 

It was time, then. Your muscles tensed for a moment before you prepared to relax.

Amanda didn't need further prompting, already lost to her own orgasm, forcing you to shake your hips to remind her... and she was again in a moment bouncing again, before she was caught by surprise.

You relaxed and winced, as all the pleasure that you'd been trying to ignore came up all at once, and your body protested the sudden and unexpected orgasm, a tingly feeling overcoming you and then replaced by relaxation and pleasure as your balls unloaded their contents right into Amanda, pouring all the way into her, filling her up almost completely, then overflowing with the second shot.

Janine was quick to catch the shot on video, as Amanda shakily lifted herself and let your shared orgasm drip from her cunt, as your third, fourth and final shots painted her cunt and crotch area white.

You were panting, quietly, as the video was finished.

And as soon as it was, Janine hit the stop recording button, and dove for your still hard length, her mouth quickly cleaning you off of your own ejaculate, then she moved to Amanda's pussy, and the cosplaying girl moaned piteously as Janine claimed your creampie right out of her.

You tried to get your breath back to normal, and then decided you hadn't had enough, quite yet. You tapped Janine's shoulder and she grinned at you, pulling back and helping you line yourself up with Amanda's cunt again.

"A-Again?" Amanda asked, a bit shocked. "I- Er-"

There wasn't really a moment's time to lose.

Amanda hissed. "aah, shit, shit, you're way too much for me!"

Janine settled right beside your crotch, face nearly pressed up against the point where you and Amanda were connected, as she continued touching herself to the sight, her eyes focused on yours. She blew you a kiss, then, at exactly the same time as your glans kissed the deepest parts of Amanda you could reach, dragging a yelp from her.

Janine giggled, as you continued fucking Amanda, not ready to stop doing it for the foreseeable future.