I was never a fan of cosplay, I didn't like role play either. Regardless whether I liked it or not, my client wanted it. I didn't even know what kind of cosplay he had in mind, he told me that he would take care of everything. We talked more about his likes in bed, thankfully we were on the same page. I agreed to keep my outfit a secret, little mystery never killed anyone, and it made the whole thing more appealing. The fact that I wasn’t thrilled about our evening plans made me more relaxed. I wasn't stressing as usual, although I was looking forward to it.
Precisely on time, I knocked on his hotel room door. He quickly let me in and we exchanged greetings.
“I left everything you need in the bathroom,” he said, smiling, “I’ll wait in the bedroom.”
I put my hand on the bathroom door handle and hesitated momentarily. Now the stress finally came to me and was overwhelming. What if the kink he wanted is something terrible or gross? What if I will feel uncomfortable with it? Or what if it's just something really, really dark, as in the bad kind of kink? Is there anything like a bad kind of king? I've never once met someone who would be into something so distasteful, I would consider it bad. This would be the first time. What if he has the falling off the stairs skiing? Oh, no, then the cosplay would have nothing to do with it, would it?
I shook my head, trying to get rid of the anxious thoughts, and opened the bathroom door. The lightly automatically lit and I saw… A foxgirl costume. That. That can really work. That definitely can work. I let out a sigh of relief, seeing how normal and actually pretty sexy his idea was. This role play is going to be amazing!
I put on the leather collar, cute foxy ears and furry gloves. The tail made me shiver, it was an anal plug. This evening was getting more and more interesting, I thought to myself, pushing the toy in. Apart from that, I only had thigh highs (orange ones, just like a fox). I felt very naked in this cosplay, but I also looked sexy, so I wasn’t ashamed in any way.
When I walked into the bedroom, he was lying on the bed naked.
“Hello there,” he murmured, looking at me so hungrily, it seemed he was actually going to devour me just with his eyes.
I got on the bed on all four and shuffled closer to him.
I licked his chest, going from under his belly button all the way up to his collar bone.
“I'm very hungry. Do you think you can feed me?” I asked, biting my lower lip.
“We'll see how you behave first,” he smirked.
“You know how it is,” I said, looking at him through my eyelashes, “You can pet a fox, but you can never fully tame it.”
“Forgive me if I try anyway,” he said, and pushed me, making me lie down on my back.
He briefly brushed my right breast, then stomach, then thigh, only to stop touching me completely. I felt my body going in flames just from these simple touches.
“Do you think you can please me?” he asked.
“I could, but do I want to?” I teased him, biting on my finger.
Now, I started to really feel this role play.
“Perhaps I should teach you a lesson, then?” he continued.
“Oh, I'm a wild animal,” I kept toying with my finger, his eyes glued to it, “But I’d like to see you try.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap, “Come on, my little foxgirl. You deserve a spanking for that.”
I tried my best to not look aroused by his words and therefore keep the role play up.
I got into the position, with my legs and hands propped on the floor, and my arse on his lap.
He messaged my buttocks for a while, and pulled on my tail, making me squirm.
“You like it, hm?” he asked and pull my tail again.
“Uh-huh,” I managed to whimper.
He grabbed my tail with his left hand, and pulled it up and against my spine.
Then, he spanked me. It wasn't very hard, but hard enough to make me horny. He spanked me again and again. With each slap, I could fill the butt plug moving inside me, and therefore making me aroused out of my mind. For a while, I tried to keep quiet, but soon my moans filled the room.
I felt his fingers slipping inside my pussy. He let go of my tail, and now spanked me with his left hand, fingering me at the same time. Truthfully, he never had to finger me, I would've come just from the spanking.
“You are so the tight and wet,” he murmured and cleared his throat, “Are you going to come for me, love?”
I didn't answer, only moved my hips a little.
He laughed and sped up. Soon after, I came, tightening around his fingers and jerking my hips.
“Now it's your turn to satisfy me,” he said, slowly taking his fingers out of my pulsating pussy.
“Now it's your turn to satisfy me,” he said, slowly taking his fingers out of my pulsating pussy.
His words rang in my ears, my head was still spinning from the orgasm and I could barely comprehend who and where I was.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm down, and thankfully, I started feeling a bit better. I got down from his lap, my legs still shaking and my abdomen on fire, and kneeled in front of him.
"How do you want me to please you, Sir?" I asked, suddenly feeling more submissive.
The role play was working on me, even though the idea was not something I would choose.
“Suck me first,” he decided, opening his legs, so I could have clear access to his cock.
I started licking and sucking his shaft, moaning softly from pleasure. He didn’t try to grab my head, but I wanted him to be more dominant, after all that was the original role play. I placed his hand on my head, signalling him to hold me. He didn’t need any more encouragement and started fucking my mouth.
I tried to inhale through my nose, but I was still struggling to catch my breath. Fortunately, he wasn’t as hung as some other clients of mine, but his cock was still on the bigger side and quite thick. For the first minute, I was fighting for my breath, but I quickly understood that I couldn’t breathe until he let me. After all, that was what I wanted. I could easily break free, if I tried for real, but the thought of being a toy, an animal, a foxgirl that existed only for his pleasure, excited me. I closed my eyes, letting him take all the control.
He lightly slapped the side of my left breast, checking my reaction. I straightened my back, pushing my breasts more forward. That encouraged him to slap me harder, making me whine from pleasure.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked me, pinching my nipple.
"Yes, Sir," I whimpered.
I was so horny I felt a wet trail travelling down my thigh.
"Louder, I cannot hear you," he joked.
"Please, fuck me, Sir," I breathed out.
"So, you're begging me to fuck your little pussy, is that right?" he continued his game.
"Yes, Sir," I admitted through my teeth, this role-play was getting irritating.
"Full sentence." he demanded, a playful smirk flashing on his lips.
"Please, fuck me!" I yelled out.
"Good little foxgirl," he smiled and stood up.
He gestured for me to climb onto the bed and positioned my legs, keeping them open as widely as I could.
Then he stood in between my legs and I felt his dick gently tapping against my entrance.
He rubbed against my ass and pussy for a while, teasing me. Then, he pushed his cock against my hole, just to try the grounds.
"Mmm... You're so tight," he murmured.
"You should fix it, Sir," I purred, moving my hips.
He tapped more aggressively now, basically slapping my pussy with his member, and finally entered me. His cock was so big and hard I drew a sharp breath. He waited a moment until I relaxed and started fucking me.
"Yes, yes, please," I moaned, pushing my arse out.
He sped up his movements until, suddenly, he pulled out with one fast move.
He watched me calming down, and when I stopped shaking, my arousal easing, he pushed his entire cock inside again. I moaned again, grasping the sheets. He began breeding me, this time much faster, enjoying the feeling of spasms coming through my body. I was already coming, even though he tried to restrain me.
His tactic has changed and now, he was pulling out every time, causing my pussy to stretch out even more.
“Beg for my cum,” he ordered.
I knew he was wearing a condom, but for the role play's sake and my fantasies, I played along.
“Please, cum, Sir,” I pleaded in between breaths.
“Say it like you mean it,” he said and sped up again.
For a second, only the wet sounds of my pussy were heard in the room.
“I want your cum, please fill me, Sir!” I finally begged, I wanted it to stop already, I've had too much pleasure even to remember my name.
“Very good,” he applauded.
“Please, come, I want your seed,” I was moaning quietly, repeating the words like a mantra, hoping it would make him come.
He finally listened to my pleas and came. I wished I could feel his semen spilling inside me.
“Whose are you, foxgirl?” he asked, coming closer to my head.
“Yours, only yours, Sir,” I whispered in response.