Cosplay Cafe Cucing

Am I going to ruin the best thing in my life right now? Possibly. But the genie is out of the bottle after she discovered my secret Raddit account, and there's never going to be another opportunity like this.

Lana and I have been together for about a year. We don't have plans to get married or anything like that, but our relationship is solid. The conversations are great, we have common hobbies and I feel like she's out of my league as far as hotness is concerned, but she's into all my bad jokes and stories.

Like many relationships nowadays, we met online. I work in software but love photography. It's a great excuse to go outdoors, see the country and the girls find it interesting as well. While scrolling through Raddit boards, I found a post from a supposed modal looking for amateur photographers to take cosplay shots.

While portraits are generally not my thing, it was local, and the post seemed genuine. Naturally, I checked the profile to make sure I wasn't walking into some kind of trap. And what I found was this charming young thing in pink and purple wigs, wearing some of the skimpiest outfits this side of a strip club. The shots were all selfies, and while the phone camera didn't provide the best quality, I could see the potential.

My hands shaking slightly with excitement, I posted a reply. "My name's Mark[25] and I'm an amateur photographer. I don't know much about anime, but I loved your One Piece cosplay. I live about 10 miles from you and I know a couple of great nearby locations."

Half an hour later, I was starting to hate myself. "What the hell was that message? There's no way she's going to see a guy who lives 10 miles away, you sound like a stalker." But to my surprise, she did answer a couple of hours later at 11.30 PM, which was a good sign.

We set up a meeting spot the next day. Lana worked at one of those overpriced cafes downtown, and her shift had just ended. Her thin frame was beautifully wrapped in C-cup breasts and a bubble butt. Her tight black pants made a small gap between her thighs, which made her look even thinner, and I honestly believed she'd been an amateur ballerina, which I later found out to be true.

The mysterious girl had that early 20s glow: shiny natural dark blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and clear skin. It didn't look like she was wearing much makeup, only some mascara and lip gloss over her lips, which formed a childish faux-innocent smile.

As shaky as I was, her nerves were even worse, which gave me the confidence boost I needed. Later, I learned that she was not only hiding her attraction but also struggling with her Eastern European accent.

We talked over coffee and ended up doing three photoshoots over the next couple of weeks. Lana had the costumes lined up, all fantasy characters, clad in leather armor or revealing sci-fi jumpsuits. It was the hottest thing I'd ever done, but it also give us an opportunity to know each other.

Turns out Lana was short for Svetlana. She and her cousin emigrated out of Eastern Europe due to the fear of war and persecution. She was knowledgeable and smart, but without financial resources or family backing, life was pretty difficult. Her cousin had been a stripper for two years, but my little pixie was trying to make it as a model/actress while supporting herself through your average low-pay jobs. Making cosplay content for social media now seemed to her as the big-ticket to fame and fortune.

Over the next couple of months, we got closer and closer. One night after a spicy latex cosplay shoot at her apartment, Lana busted out a big bottle. "Let's celebrate," she said. "This is our 10th shoot together, and this wine is from my home country, I've been saving it for a special occasion."

And you can probably guess what happens. We drank the whole thing in minutes, it obviously affected me more than her. We started making out and I began unzipping her black latex costume. One hand on the boobs that I'd been obsessing over for so long and I was now in heaven. As her breathing got harder and she began biting my shoulder I knew something magical was about to happen.

She moved elegantly on top, grinding herself into a frenzy. Fearing I wouldn't last long with such a sight in front of me, I pushed her down and flipped her over. A good 15 minutes later and I was spent. The slight pain in my side was a reminder of how much I'd drank, and a hangover was likely to follow the next morning.

Our relationship progressed normally after that. We went camping and hiking together, visited a couple of exotic locations when tickets were on sale, all the time weaving in our new shared passion for cosplay. As her online popularity grew, I began to take on new responsibilities as a sort of community manager from behind the scenes.

Everything changed one night in May. I arrived late from work, and as she greeted me at the door I knew something was wrong. "Mark, what the heck is this?" Lana asked, muttering a few curse words that I couldn't understand while holding up our tablet. And on the screen was a Raddit account user name "BBC4Lana".

I fucked up. Usually, I'm more careful with my porn surfing, but my phone was dead one night and I wanted to post a fake cuckold story I'd been editing for a week. Call it a dark secret. This strange fetish of mine had been simmering beneath the surface for many cars, long before meeting Lana.

It might have something to do with low self-esteem or past trauma, but the thought of seeing my girlfriend in the arms of another man was deeply arousing. And it only got worse after meeting her, my exotic cosplay blue-eyed goddess from another land. Nobody knew until now, but not only did Lana find my hidden account, she also had time to read all my posts.

Some of them were fake text exchanges between her and some fantasy black lovers. I'd been careful to blur out her face, but the fact that I used her photos online without permission meant I was in big trouble. "What if somebody recognizes me, cosplay is over. Do you understand?"

I was in the figurative doghouse for three days. She wouldn't answer my texts from work, would only answer simple questions, and went to bed early. On the fourth day, I was pleased to be greeted as I arrived, not by an angry Lana, but one with a faux smile. Was she going to break up with me? Wait, is that stake I smell?

Turns out that after a couple of days of googling, my pixie cosplay goddess had learned that my fetish was actually pretty common. And while it scared her at first, watching BBC interracial "research" porn proved incredibly arousing. To my shock, Lana said she knew a black guy from work that could make my fantasy happen.

I was obviously reluctant to let my perfect girlfriend with another man, and she could obviously see that. "Omar is a nice guy. He delivers coffee and supplies for us, and while he's flirted with me a couple of times, it's always been in a polite way," Lana argued. "We can set rules and boundaries. If there's anything you're not comfortable with me doing, we'll just stop. That's what I read online about your little hobby, mister."

What has she been reading about me? I don't like the way she's taking control of the situation but this whole thing is my fault and I don't think I can back out of it now.

Over the next couple of days, we discussed some details. Omar would come to our apartment where we felt safest. He'd be wearing a condom, and kissing was absolutely off-limits. After the talks, Lana always had this joyful little smile, patronizing, like she'd seen baby photos of me... or something.

That Saturday, Omar arrived at our apartment and greeted us like a long-lost friend. The was slightly broader than me, but not much taller, cleanly dressed in slacks and a polo. "Hey. I've brought this bottle of wine; I hope Pinot is okay," he said. "And you must be Mark. No wonder she's been turning down my date proposals. But it all worked out in the end I suppose."

Suddenly, the realization of what we were doing hit all of us. I breathing heavily thinking about calling the whole thing off when Lana intervened and told Omar to stop joking and help crack open the bottle and so he followed her to the kitchen while I nervously shifted onto the living room sofa. It was a small apartment with an open plan design, but I was still nervous that he'd cop a feel under the counter, as silly as this sounds.

Midway through his drink, Omar decided to cut through the palpable silence with some nonchalant questions. "So, this hobby of yours is a little... different. Did you put him up to this Lana? It seems like one of your wild ideas."

While I began to ponder what he meant by that, my girlfriend shrugged her shoulders and explained how the whole thing was my idea and she was only trying to make me happy. She even joked about being the victim in all this, and with that, she excused herself, presumably to go to the bathroom.

Omar tried to make small talk, asking me what I did for a living. He didn't seem emotionally invested in the outcome, and he told me he'd be leaving in a few hours to go to a party. I was alleviated by that and the fact that it all wasn't going anywhere when Lana burst onto the scene to the distinct sound of high heels

"Hello boys," she said, wearing some of the most revealing lingerie I'd ever seen. As a cosplay model, she'd often wear lingerie like this: stockings with a thick garter that made her butt look even more bubbly. However, both her panties and bra were open, allowing a full view of her cleanly shaved pussy and pink nipple atop her perky breasts.

"Here I am. I just thought I'd treat this like a bandaid and just rip this off in one go," Lana argued as she made her way to the long sofa, sitting right beside Omar leaning towards him. Right on cue, he began caressing her thigh while grabbing her by the shoulder to pull her closer.

"Omar, and I already talked about our conditions but he had a few requests as well. Do you like the black lingerie he had me buy for us? Don't worry, it was on sale, and the stockings are mine. Don't you just love how slutty my pussy looks in these panties, the pussy you so willingly agreed to share with him?" Lana said to me.

I was in a total trance at the beauty before me and the best which was about to ravage her. As I gulped and nodded my head, she began caressing Omar's pants, where an obvious bulge was forming. "I'm going to be devoured by this big black monster and there's nothing you can do about it. Just sit there and watch."

The way she talked was quite out of character for her, which was even more apparent when she began unbuttoning his pants while trembling. Omar noticed this. They exchanged glances and smiled nervously. But the pants did come off, boxers and all, as she knelt in front of the couch, dug her crimson red nails behind his underwear, yanking everything down and almost taking his socks along for the ride.

"Wow, Mark, just look at this dick. He sent me a picture of it, but it looks even more deadly in person."

He what? How much was really going on behind the scenes? When did he send a picture, now or when he was flirting with her? My mind was racing and I began to sweat. Lana continued to look deeply into my eyes as she glided her small arms over his legs to his lower abdomen. We all knew what was going to happen and although my girlfriend wanted to escalate the excitement by saying more naughty stuff, her nerves were getting the better of her.

And so she just... took the round head in her mouth. For the first time, she wasn't looking at me and instead exchanged glances with Omar. She smiled back at him, relieved that the man seemed to approve of her oral skills and her demeaning position between his legs.

The show continued for a good fifteen minutes as Lana bobbed her head up and down his shaft, sometimes paying extra attention to his gland or licking up and down his shaft. Omar seemed to be losing interest after that and wanted to "spice things up" as he put it.

Lana was instructed to sit on her back with her head dangling slightly off the edge of the couch. It was clear what was about to follow, and it was a bitter-sweet thing. On one hand, Omar looked to be about 8 inches long, about an inch and a half more than me, but he was noticeably thicker, and that was going to be a problem. Above all, it hurt that she'd only done this with me once during our year-long relationship.

It had been after a night out drinking. She'd heard about this position from a female friend and wanted to try it out. But there was no sexy costume, no heavy, sexy makeup, and not nearly as much effort put into pleasing me.

Lana was clearly struggling with Omar's girth, which was now stuffed itself about halfway down her throat. Some of her bright red lipstick had begun to smear and black tears were forming. It was the full porn star deepthroat experience, and I'd be lying if I said seeing my proud girl in such a submissive position wasn't turning me on.

"Well, that's as far as it's going today. Maybe that's something we could work on," Omar said. Lana gasped for air and seemed disappointed in herself as if she wanted to compete with his previous blowjob partners. Jealously was once again creeping into my head, but the action didn't relent.

Omar sat back down on the couch and Lana gracefully straddled his lap. As she began to grind herself rhythmically, I wasn't even sure if he was inside her or not. I thought about getting a better view, but stopped dead in my tracks as she spoke.

"Sit right there Mark. Sit and watch as your gorgeous girlfriend gets impaled on this giant black dick. I'm about to make all your fantasies come true. Baby, I'm going to make you my little cuck," she said, clearly out of breath. Her right hand reached back between her cheeks, clearly guiding his member inside. As her forehead began to wrinkle and her eyes were closed, Lana slowly pushed herself onto his dick.

Time stood still for a second. Her breathing was intense that I was beginning to be concerned for her, but Lana began a slow grinding motion again. Like the pistons of an old steam locomotive, she was picking up speed steadily. Her panting and moaning seemed quite intense, and Omar saw this as in the opportunity to play with her small, beautiful nipples which were pointed at his face.

Her perky C cups seemed larger in this open bra which was little more than supporting underwire, and his dark hands created ample contrast against her pale skin. As he licked and played with her button-shaped pink protrusion, Omar must have bit down too hard and caused Lana to let out a loud but semi-playful scream.

He smiled confidently like it was all going according to his commands and then proceeded to grab her by the neck, pulling her in. It was short, and her dark blonde hair was in the way, but it was clear they had kissed. That bastard!

Both of them looked back at me as if to measure my reaction. The pumping and humping stopped for a second. Lana then dis-mounted him, knelt, and hurriedly began sucking on his member. Unlike the first time, she began to lift her apple-shaped bottom in the air, and I could clearly see creamy liquid flowing out of her, reaching the band of her stockings. It was all clear now: he'd come inside my girlfriend as he kissed her.

After what seemed like only a minute, Lana stopped, smiled at me, and jumped into my arms like a loving labrador. Omar quickly put his pants back on, reminding us about the party he wanted to attend, and left, smiling but saying little else. "I know my way out."

Lana was inches from my face, her mascara running, her breath heavy. She wiped the corners of her lips with her thumb as if trying to regain composure and asked me if she'd lived up to my expectations. Still trying to make sense of my feelings, I forced a fake smile and nodded. "You looked like a real porn star my little exotic minx. But what got into you? We didn't agree that he could kiss you or come inside. And how often does he send you dick picks?"

"Ooooh, my little Mark is jealous! I love it. Come and reclaim your Svetlana in the bedroom in half an hour; I need to get cleaned up. I just wanted to make your fantasy happen, so I did a little research on your Reddit hobbies. And as for the dick picks, that's between me and Omar to know," she said.

Anger, frustration, and extreme arousal came over me in waves. I drank a beer to calm myself as she showered. She came out wearing a disappointingly large shirt, but I was so horny that I barely lasted 10 minutes in bed.