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Behind That Stage At Dawn - Jessica Nigri reward story
🕑 Added 2021-02-07 19:12:15 +0000 UTC"Nice stitching."
Those were the magic words. Jessica knew to keep an eye out for them when at a con, that at nay moment, someone could compliment the stitching on her cosplay, and she'd know that was code. That anyone who said it was 'in the know' about her secret. If you went up to Jessica Nigri and said those words to her, she'd fuck you. It just took two simple words and knowing to say them; it was a specific enough remark that it would have flown over most peoples' heads just fine and probably wouldn't have been said by accident, but at the soonest opportunity, she'd get into as private a position as she could with whoever said it, ready to offer up her body however the person wanted.
Out on the convention floor wearing her skimpy nurse outfit Mercy costume, Jessica was dressed for plenty of discrete sex, too. The red-accented black dress only went a short way down her thighs, easily tugged up or simply thrust up into if someone wanted to fuck her. Her lacy red bra poked up from her dress and emphasized very ample cleavage, offering up plenty more options, too. And if someone just wanted to grab her and fuck her mouth, the halo coming up from her hair would offer a great handle for that just fine. She was on offer as much as she could be, prepared in every way for this shameless pleasure, set up so that anyone who wanted her could simply have her. Access was always important for these; if her cosplays weren't easy to navigate around for casual, spontaneous sex, it was always more of a bother and a frustration than it needed to be.
So she dressed in an outfit not skimpy or slutty enough to be inappropriate, but still tidy and accessible. Ready so that once she heard those words, she was right on top of things. Her conventions had become a lot busier ever since she decided to start fucking guys who knew the codeword, but there was a rewarding joy to that kind of raw, slutty revelry that kept her from ever thinking about revoking that plan. She treasured it all just a little bit too much.
So when a guy slipped up to her and said, "Nice stitching," she didn't hesitate. The men's bathroom was right there, and she didn't shy away from heading with him to it, sneaking in and eyeing his pants, seeing the strained bulge of pure excitement pressing against his jeans. Very, very few guys could contain their excitement at fucking Jessica Nigri herself, and she had grown all too used to that. "Suck me off," he told her as they crammed into a stall, and Jessica didn't hesitate, dropping down to a squat and undoing his jeans, getting herself right into position and throwing herself down the guy's meaty cock with a candor that felt a little bit disorienting for just how much it all was.
She didn't care. "Nice cock," was all she said before wrapping her lips around his head and swallowing him down, slurping him in and showing off a loving time driven by a praise and a passion beyond sense. She wasn't afraid of getting all kinds of wound up in her pursuit of shameless pleasure. The guy's cock was big. A nice, meaty prick to slurp down and have her fun, and the fact she was doing it in a convention center bathroom didn't get in the way of any of what she was up to. Jessica was fully prepared to give in to this, allowing the spectacle to catch her and sweep her off with it, just as she loved. Every motion of her head along the man's cock was an acceptance of these terms and of the pleasures she needed most.
"I didn't think it would really work," the guy groaned, watching the blonde suck his cock down and get right to work at tending to him with such shameless pressure and attention that it almost didn't seem real. His eyes were firm upon her, marveling at the sight of the famous cosplayer sucking him down and throwing herself into this reckless treatment. Jessica wasn't just sucking his cock, but slurping it down, praising his shaft with her mouth and savouring every last shred of indulgence she could get out of this, all with the shameless fever and desire that proved to be more than he was ready to handle, but which was getting only better and better by the second.
Jessica loved dick, and she was always happy to see a guy shocked by just how much she did, throwing herself harder into the task of tending to his dick and wasting no time in her thorough praise of every inch of him. She wanted to impress and make an impact, since guys would rarely ever get more than one shot at her with how busy she was at cons and with the number of guys waiting for a shot at her. She knew what they wanted, and with each bob of her head, she proved she was about that sort of thing too, servicing him with sloppy fever and a delight that simply would not bend. Every sloppy noise coming out of her was a further sign of her willingness and readiness to tend to his cock and give him what he wanted. Sloppier sucking and steady, feverish adoration of his cock, losing herself deeper to an appreciation for everything she could get out of this wild fever.
Back and forth she continued, slurping her way down his cock and showing him a good time. As good a time as he could handle, probably. He groaned his way through these treatments, allowing himself to keep falling further into pure satisfaction, left with little clear sign of how to deal with what he felt, except for a voracious need to keep giving in. "Gonna cum," he warned, and Jessica looked up at him with a needy gleam in her eyes, watching carefully and deciding that she wanted to swallow this load, pushing down his cock and slurping him right into her mouth to pull him over the edge. He gasped, grunted, bucked his hips, and emptied his load down her throat to the utter delight of the slutty cosplayer who held herself firm to enjoy every drop of gushing spunk that she was able to swallow down under his attention. Jessica was utterly unrepentant about seizing every last bit of what she wanted, and she could tell she had him right where she needed him now.
But then, that was over. Just as quickly as it had begun, Jessica drew back and left him to groan and wriggle his way through the aftermath of these pleasures. She stared up at him with a gleam of pure wickedness, planting a final kiss onto the head of his cock before seeing him off. She had other things to do. Both professionally as a guest to the convention, and other guys.
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There were enough corners and nooks and bits to most nay convention center that Jessica could easily find a place to hide out and do her thing, settling into some cozy region where she was able to zero in on some privacy, get shoved against a wall, and have her pussy rawed. They usually didn't even take much seeking to find, to her utter delight, settled firmly back into place and letting wild slams claim her pussy while her legs pressed in against his sides and she let herself receive a thorough, deep pounding, exactly the sort wild and ferocious pleasure that Jessica so sorely deserved. "So glad I didn't wear panties today," she moaned, clinging to the guy pushing her up to the wall and ploughing her with wild strokes, his body holding hers firmly in place to receive this most reckless and ferocious of attentions. Of course, Jessica didn't wear panties to most nay convention anymore, knowing that it was much easier on everyone if guys could just tug her dress or skirt up and get to work on her.
The hard slams into her snug twat provided her just what she needed, pushing her into a chaotic state of hopelessly dizzy want and fever that didn't need much if any time to come around to exactly what she craved. Getting fucked deep and hard by some guy she didn't know was standard here, but her first taste of cock between her legs still rattled her a bit as she got into the right frame of mind for all this. But the passions were overbearing, and every insistent push of his strong hips kept her needing more, struggling to contain her moans as she got used in more drastic and senseless ways by the second, thrown into a state of fever and want too dizzy to know what to do with. But that was so much of what made it fun; she knew she could keep falling into the dizzier, more intoxicating state of a sensation and a pleasure too reckless for her to know what to do with herself, simply gripping him and letting the pleasures run their course.
"You're so fucking hot," the man groaned. Those comments were the sort of standard that she was all too used to by now, responding with sweet moans of approval as she submitted harder to everything he was after, trying her best to thread through all these feelings while stumbling deeper into wanton chaos. As long as she could keep dizzily twisting through these wild and ferocious attentions, Jessica didn't feel like she needed a damn thing else. She could keep jerking about back and forth, succumbing to these impatient desires and letting them push her further and further to the limit. There was nothing to do but let it all happen, the pulsating heat and insistent want leaving only this.
'Cum inside," Jessica whined, ready to let him have his way with her as thoroughly as he wanted, her moans picking up in pace and volume. Her legs wrapped around his waist in a fitful show of want, a ready sense of utter desire and desperation that felt like it was taking her too far over the line. She needed all of this, and as he pinned her down against the wall and pumped her full of cum, the shrieks of shaky, senseless pleasure became too much for her to contain. She wanted all of this. Needed it, and nothing was left to her but the dizzy sense of pure surrender. She wanted everything he could offer, and with shaky squeals of utter bliss. The hard crash into joy as he pumped her full of cum was everything she needed, a simple expression of all her most hopeless and needy wants coming together to tear her asunder in all the best of ways.
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When a cute couple in Tracer and Widowmaker cosplays flagged Jessica down, she figured she'd be asked about getting a picture taken, and she was ready enough for that much more normal and expectable sort of thing. Instead, she found stuffed between two women shoving their faces between her legs, one on each side, to throw themselves into a reckless expression of pure devotion for the cosplay superstar by eating both her holes out at once. There was no sense or shame to any of what they were after here, these hopeless passions simply expressing the most reckless and wild of all wants through something driven to make Jessica unravel. And unravel she fucking did.
Widowmaker's tender licks and kisses all over her pussy made Jessica shiver; this was all so selfless and so driven to push her to pleasure that she didn't exactly mind, thrown into a rush of wild chaos and desire that only grew sharper by the second. Her body heaved back and forth in dizzy spirals of this wild want, unprepared for the sorts of people who wanted to throw themselves at Jessica with the sole intention of pleasuring her and selflessly giving back a little bit. Her fingers tangled into the woman's wig as she tried to hold on for dear life and take on all of these ferocious sensations at once.
Things got even more formidable and tempestuous thanks to the treatment from behind that she received, with the Tracer cosplayer shoving her face into Jessica's fine ass and devouring it with the sloppiest of attention, her tongue burying itself into her and going to town on devoting everything she had to the pleasures of completely giving in. There was no sense or restraint to nay of it, no moment where she could even begin to feign the idea of giving up to these feelings. The cosplayer simply did, paying praise to this the gorgeous backside in need of her devoted touch and proving what wild depths of pleasure she could throw her into. Jessica wasn't ready for nay of that, but the spiral of wild joy that came with it kept her dizzily jerking back and forth, rolling with these senseless pleasures and the sensations damning her to keep falling.
"That's so fucking good," Jessica groaned, unable to resist the wild allure of these feelings and the senseless relief f letting herself keep succumbing, falling ever deeper into spirals of need and lust, frenzied in her approach and losing more by the second to the idea that what she truly needed was to keep falling deeper, to keep succumbing to their tongues. She was powerless to fight this, but she couldn't fathom why she would have even wanted to hold back. "I wish more fans wanted to dive into my holes like this. Fu--fuck!" With a throw back of her head, Jessica came undone, gasping out in shaky joy and letting herself give up to the spectacle and relief of letting go, pushed to the most shameless and wanton orgasm she could have imagined. All while the women eating her out smiled, digging their fingers in and going at her again.
Jessica tried to be firm about only letting people have that one time with her. But here, she'd have to make an exception,
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Jessica went through her day getting as hardcore as she could in as many places as she could. She got felt up in the dealer's room, fucked in the ass in the bathrooms, got eaten out during a panel she hosted and then sucked off someone else during their panel. She got fucked in a panel audience, got fucked by the pommel of someone's sword at the weapon check booth. A security guard caught her getting rawed and it turned into a spitroast. Pure chaos. Her day was intense and overbearing in the state of wild pleasure and fire that kept on coming. It was insanity, but the kind of insanity she was always ready to play with and indulge in, taking whatever things threw at her and having a wild bity of fun non-stop. Sure, it was exhausting, but she was always able to get hers, always able to find different, insane ways to have an utter blast.
But after hours was where she knew she'd have her fun. When a whole bunch of guys approached her and said, "Nice stitching," while waving a hotel room key card around. There was always someone who wanted to get her up in their hotel room, and fortunately, she liked ending up in someone's hotel room, doubly so when there were a whole bunch of people. Were they all this guy's friend? It didn't matter. They were about to be for the night.
"This is how I want to end my day," Jessica moaned, hands on a pair of cocks she smacked down against her tongues while working her hips back and forth against the pair of cocks nestled in her ass and her pussy alike. Jessica got a hot dose of everything she needed in excess, sitting atop some guys' bed and welcoming the rush of wild sensation upon her. "You guys are all going to do a big favour and fuck me stupid, aren't you?" Flirtatious and shameless and ready to please, she started to lick across the dicks she tended to here, throwing herself into a hungry, focused show of pure need, ready to wind everyone up. No, she hadn't had enough with her day. She wanted them to go all out on her.
The hard slams into her ass and her pussy drove on the sloppy praise she paid the guys she blew, and once she had them nice and licked, she started to slurp the cocks down into her mouth, as sloppy and as hopelessly forward as she could be, tending to the dicks with a need to lose herself completely. Jessica was single-minded in her pursuit, focused only on bringing absolute pleasure to them all. There were more guys around, jerking off while they watched this play out, and she knew she'd have to deal with them too, but giving them a hot show was the best way to keep them excited and ready to jump in. She knew her way around a gangbang; it was all going to be simple to her.
"She's a real slut," one of them groaned while her throat spasmed around his cock, his hips working forward to pump into her and get the pleasures he needed. There was so much raw sensation here, a treat for the eyes as she worked him down, stroking his base and succumbing down the rest of his length, only to veer off and switch over to suck the other guy down and service him just as hard. She made an artful show of just how much she wanted to suck these cocks down, and she flaunted a chaotic show of pure want in the process, showing off her desires and the pleasures she was proud to keep throwing herself into, all working toward the kind of big, gooey end that she knew everyone fantasized about having with her. And now, for this hotel room full of guys, it was real.
With four cocks to handle and permanently stuffed airtight with dick, Jessica savoured all the sloppy chaos of the hidden joys to her convention schedule and her fame, perpetually committed to falling further into pure sensation without a shred of restraint or care for anything but the chance to fall even further. The wild depths of pleasure that awaited Jessica were a perpetual rush of utter joy, and with the guys all using her however they wanted, she felt ready to go for the wild crash down into wanton bliss, an ecstatic mess of needs. Everything burned stronger inside of Jessica, her body receiving this mind-blowing rush of passion and bringing her deeper and deeper down into her love of dick and her need to be taken harder. Faster.
The grand explosion of pure bliss and sensation as the men all came in her and on her was the most anchoring sensation of utter ecstasy she could have asked for, shakily falling into a depth of pure bliss and sensation, moans louder and stronger. "I love being a slut!" she howled cum dripping from her mouth as she took another load onto her face and felt the messy creampies her pussy and ass took, all sensation and warmth that took hold of her bringing her to a frenzied and unfocused rush of utter relief. Her hips wouldn't stop moving, and her hopeless, aimless rushes of pure joy left her shaken to her core, rocking about and slapping the cocks she just sucked down against her face in cross-eyed delight.
There was only one question to ask as the guys all pulled out of her. "Who's next? And what do you guys really think of my stitching?"
