“You’re going to post those pictures online, and you’re going to let anyone in this room who wants to go back with you to your hotel room do so, and when you get home, you’re going to rethink on your ‘no nudes’ policy. I want you to start selling cosplay porn videos online, and then you’d be a star that way. Do you understand me?”
“Of course, sir, that sounds like an amazing career path for me,” she says, her voice shaking as she cries, but there’s no denying the pleasure in her voice as I pull my pants up and leave her there, bent over the table and completely ravaged as someone steps up to the microphone to ask their question next as nothing has happened.
Christine gets her clothes back on and races up to meet me. “You are a fucking monster,” she moans, throwing her arms around me and leaning in to kiss my neck and cheek.
“I fucking love it! That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen; you made her admit to some shit and then made her an even bigger slut, and now you’re just walking away from the fire you set.”
“Well, I was done fucking her ass,” I said with a shrug.
“There are other hotties around here to fuck, right? Maybe we should find a few and drag them up to a hotel room for the rest of the day. I like walking the con floor, but I feel like a writhing harem of hot cosplay girls is how I want to spend my night.” I said to Christine.
“You deserve it, stud,” she moaned. “But once we’re done, I hope tomorrow you find some time to rail me plenty. I’ve been watching you fucking girls left and right for so long, but don’t forget the hot blonde who helped this all happen.”
I smiled at her, about to reassure her and smack her ass, but then my brow furrowed for a second, and my eye goes to the red hair.
“Wait for a second,” I say slowly. “Why isn’t your hair blonde right now?” I stop to think a little bit about it, and I’m dead certain that wasn’t how it was before, but I’m not sure what to say or how to go from there.
And before I can say anything else on the matter, my eyes fall onto the back-most row, where all of my dreams seem primed to come true.
Immediately I forget about my weird worries about Christine’s hair, because they’re insignificant now.
There are some chairs right beside the door too, rows in the far back for people who come in late or want to hang by the doors to make a stealthy escape with nobody noticing them.
And in that row sits an entire line of gorgeous Disney princesses, all wearing great movie-accurate costumes that, thankfully, leave plenty of wonders on offer, from Jasmine’s cute, bared midriff and cleavage to a dress accentuating how to trim a waist Rapunzel had.
Ten women sit there, dressed in a line as Snow White, Cinderella, Aurora, Belle, Jasmine, Pocahontas, Mulan, Tiana, Rapunzel, and Merida.
For any normal, sensible person this would be a time to compliment their costumes and ask to take a photo after the panel.
But I don’t have to be a normal in anything.
“Excuse me, lovely princesses,” I say, and they quickly turn their attention to me. “Your costumes are all very well put together, and they look very good on you, but I think they would look even better if you were in varying states of undress and covered in cum. Could I interest you, ladies in a hotel suite and a night spent worshiping my cock together?”
They all agree happily, overlapping remarks of, “Of course,” and, “We would love to,” chirping along as the women all rise up happily from their seats.
Merida even says, “I hope you fuck my throat like you fucked Tierraa’s.”
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The hotel across from the convention center is all too happy to downgrade the scheduled but yet unarrived penthouse guest to a lesser room so that I can live the fine life in the most expensive suite in the lap of five star luxury.
That new paycheck I earned is really getting put to great use here, as I, ten princesses, and a very amused Christine all head up in the elevator, crammed together with very little care for decency.
It’s crammed as can be in there, but that’s exactly how I like it, riding up the elevator with one hand down Belle’s dress and roughly groping her tit, another shoved up Pocahontas’s dress so I can grope and swat at her ass, my lips against Aurora’s as she makes out with me all hot and heavy, and my cock out so it can rub against Jasmine’s bare midriff.
I have more princesses than I know what to do with, but being buried underneath a mountain of princess pussy is just how I want to spend my night.
Into the room, I take a moment to just enjoy things a little bit. It’s about time enough to order an early dinner with room service, and I figure it’s better to eat now and fuck later than to have a whole bunch of food coming up.
Not even because of the awkwardness of it; I just don’t feel like getting all tangled up only to have to separate so that I can eat.
The bed is absolutely massive, and looks as comfortable as can be, plenty big enough for a writhing orgy of this scale.
“You notice how there’s no Ariel?” Christine asks as she sidles up next to me, adoring my neck up and down with kisses as I wait for the food to arrive.
She leans in tightly, pressing her body up firmly against mine. I look out toward the group of princesses all lounging around my hotel room, and she’s right; there are ten women here, but no Ariel to be found.
“That is every official Disney princess in the merchandising line, except for Ariel. I don’t think your harem is looking very complete.”
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