Sex And The Sci Fi Convention

All participants in this story are fictional and over 18. I hope you enjoy…

It is a common misconception that the only women you’ll find at Sci Fi Conventions are the homely looking ones. I guess it stands to reason, in a way. I mean, who else would go for a science fiction loving, Lego spaceship building, dressing up in fantasy cosplay kinda guy? Hot, nerdy girls, that’s who. There’s plenty of them at any con you go to and they are all there looking for one thing...nerdy guys who share the same likes and hobbies. Now, I’m not talking the old school, movie nerds. You know, the guys with their glasses taped together and wearing pocket protectors. That’s how we are commonly portrayed in movies and television. No, these nerds are gamers, collectors, cosplayers and the like. I am proud to say that I am one of them. I went to my first Sci Fi/Comic convention while in High School. There, I met Sienna. Oh, my, God. She was a long legged beauty in a very short, Red Star Trek uniform. We spent a lot of time together that weekend. I even took her to my Junior Prom. Even though we didn’t stay together long, this story is based, very loosely, what could have been. Hmmm…….

“Sex And The Sci Fi Convention”

Chapter One - Nick’s POV

Welcome to the world of the Science Fiction Fan Convention. This is a world where, just about anything you can think of, is possible. The convention floor was packed with people. Fantasy costumes as far as you could see. We’re talking big money costumes, too. People spend all year and a lot of money putting these things together. Why? For the love of it. Sci Fi people are very passionate about everything they do. Not many ‘regular’ people will ever understand our passion for these things. We call those people…’mundanes’.

This was not my first convention. No, far from it. I am a collector of everything science fiction and fantasy. I scour the dealers rooms and art shows for new items to add to my collection. The one event I never miss is the costume contest. Hey, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. Grown people, dressing up like it’s Halloween on steroids, or something. This year, there were some great costumes. You can see everything from superheroes to far out space men, from post apocalyptic movie characters to cute anime divas. These costumes would blow your mind, not to mention your budget.

About halfway through the contest, a vision appeared and started to strut a fierce strut across the stage, a large broadsword on her back. Now, I had seen my share of beautiful women in far-out cosplay costumes but she took the cake. She was gorgeous. Red hair, flawless skin and a great figure. Now, when I say ‘great figure’, you have to understand what I mean. She was, by no means, a stick figure. She had some real meat on her bones, but perfectly proportioned. Great tits and a killer ass. Just the way I like them. She was walking across the stage in her futuristic barbarian costume. You can tell she’d spent quite a bit of time on it. The way she strutted across the stage, the way she handled her sword and the way her flaming red hair draped across her body like a fine curtain, instantly made my cock stand up and take notice. She had skin like porcelain and hair of finely woven silk. She looked perfect up on that stage.

Once on stage, she drew the sword from her back and went through a well choreographed and well rehearsed sword kata, finishing up in a superhero pose that would put Spider Man to shame. The way her costume parted in the middle and draped between her spread legs let my imagination run wild with erotic possibilities. In the end, she didn’t win, but she put on a great show. I knew that I had to, at least, meet this vision of sexiness, so after the contest, I saw her sitting by herself at a table near the concession area. I went over to introduce myself. I figured, ‘What did I have to lose, right’?

“Hi,” I said. “I’m Nick. May I join you?”

She looked up from her fruit smoothie and gave me a dejected smile. I will say, however, even a dejected smile from her could light up a room.

“Hi Nick, I’m Sienna.” She started. “You can sit down, but I may not be the best company right now.”

“I know,” I told her. “I saw. If it’s any consolation, I thought you were robbed. You looked great up there. You move very nicely. I could tell you put a lot of work into your presentation. What can I say, the judges like what the judges like.”

She looked at me again. I could see a shimmer in her green eyes that told me I’d hit a nerve…in a positive way.

“I’ve been working on this costume for weeks.” She started. “The Red Queen is one of my best pieces.” She took a breath. “These judges wouldn’t know a great barbarian queen if she bit them on the ass.” She smiled. “And I would have if it would have gotten me a prize.”

We both laughed. Somehow I don’t doubt that she would have done whatever it took to win.

“I can tell.” Was my reply. “I’ve seen many of these contests and, I thought, you really performed well up there. I love the way you move.”

Her mood brightened a bit at that and the tension relaxed.

“Thanks.” She said. “That’s what an minor in theater will get you.”

We sat and talked for a while. It was amazing how much we had in common. We liked the same movies, traveled in essentially the same circles and sci fi conventions were our shared loves. After a while she was finally in a good enough space to step away from the smoothie cup and take a walk.

“So,” she spoke as we walked, “care to share some stories from your universe? Tell me a little bit about Nick.”

I smiled at that. “Who me?” I started. “I’m a memorabilia collector. I come to these things to find new pieces for my collection. Why don’t we walk over to the dealers room and see what treasures we can find. I love the hunt.”

A big smile spread across her face at that suggestion. She agreed and off we went. We made our way to the dealers room and spent some time hunting. After a while of perusing table after table of sci fi gold, we decided to grab a snack and find a place to sit down. We enjoyed some conversation for a while. In time, Sienna leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“This costume may look great,” she started, “but it’s not really comfortable for the long haul. Would you mind if we went up to my room so that I could change into something,” she looked at me with a wry grin and a knowing wink, “a little more comfortable?”

What, am I a fool? “Of course we can,” I said.

We headed straight for the elevator and expressed it up to the sixth floor.

We walked down the long, carpeted hallway and stopped in front of her room. She touched the key card to the electric lock and in we went. Since I lived locally, I had never seen the rooms in this place before. Really nice, I must say. I followed her as she walked across the room. She was busy taking off costume pieces and dropping them in her wake. By the time she got to the bathroom door, she was down to her panties. With her back to me, she slipped those down to her ankles and stepped out of them as she entered the bathroom and closed the door.

“Make yourself comfy.” She said through the bathroom door. “I’ll be right out.”

I picked her bustier off the floor and sniffed it. I know that sounds weird to a lot of people, but, I know that people have different smells, aromas, and, to me, what a womans tits smell like is very important. She had been wearing this for a while, so it should give me a clue as to what to expect. It smelled heavenly, just the right ratio of perfume to musk. I quickly took off my clothes and bounced my ass on the bed a couple of times, you know, testing it out. I know I was taking a lot for granted, but, somehow, I knew we were going to need the bed before long.

The water in the sink had been running for a while. I figured she was taking off her make-up or something. I heard the water shut off and knew it was show time. It was shit or get off the pot time. I knew I had to have this woman no matter what. As she came out of the bathroom, she had a towel up to her face drying it. This was it, the perfect time. I grabbed her. The robe she was wearing slipped loose and fell to the floor. She was wearing nothing now that the towel was gone. She slipped loose and turned to me with venom in her eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she screamed.

“Isn’t this what you invited me up here for?” I asked with a wry smile. “A little barbarism?”

“I invited you up here because I thought you were a nice guy.” She returned with extreme anger. “Guess I figured that wrong. Get the fuck out…now”

I took a moment to look at her. Beautiful huge titties and a beautiful tuft of red hair between her legs. I had to have her. Nothing was going to stop me.

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.” I said, leering.

I lunged for her. She moved to the left and ran past me. She jumped on the bed.

“Come on now.” I pleaded. “You know you want this as much as I do.”

She looked at me again. “I don’t think anyone wants this as much as you do.” was her reply.

I reached for her again. She kicked at me.

“You’d better leave now before I scream.”

“Are you kidding?” I replied. “These walls are thick and everyone is down at the convention. Who’s going to hear you?”

“Get out now.” she yelled as she kicked at me again.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” I said menacingly.

As quick as I could, the next time she kicked at me, I grabbed her ankle. It took her by surprise. While she was worrying about one ankle, I grabbed the other ankle and pulled forward. She tumbled to the bed and I was on top of her. She was kicking and screaming but I was able to pin her with my body and grab her wrists. She struggled. As she did, I could feel my dick get harder as it nestled in between her luscious thighs. I could tell by how wide her eyes got that she could feel it, as well.

She stopped fighting me, gathering her thoughts as best she could.

“No, please.” She begged. “You can’t do this. I’m not on anything. This is the worst time for me. You can’t fuck me. You’ll knock me up, for sure.”

I smiled down at her, trying to be as ominous as I could.

“That is the idea, my dear.” I said to her menacingly. “Looks like you’ll have to let your costumes out a little for your next convention.”

With that, her rebellious defenses kicked into high gear. She was as strong as she looked. I really had to work now. She tried to wriggle out from under me. No dice. I had her and I was going to give it to her. I lunged for her throat and started kissing her on the neck. She got a wrist loose and tried to swing at me. I caught her hand and pinned it under my body. Oh my God, the most marvelous tits I’d ever seen. I looked closely at her nipples. There was milk dripping from it. An added bonus.

I latched on to her left nipple and started sucking for all I was worth. I was rewarded for my efforts with a mouthful of warm, tasty milk. God, I loved this feeling. I could feel her body starting to relent, starting to enjoy the feeling of having her life giving fluid forcibly drained from her. I could feel her legs starting to relax and open of their own accord.

I drank what I could, feeling her pussy heating up and her creamy juices making her crotch a slippery mess. Yeah, she was getting into this…bigtime. I finally removed my mouth from her engorged teat and let her milk dribble down her chest.

“See,” I looked at her as I spoke. “You’re nothing but a cheap bimbo…and a lactating bimbo at that.” I said to her.

Suddenly, she stopped fighting and just looked at me. Suddenly, she started laughing. I sat up straight, looking at her quizzically.

“What?” I asked. “What did I say?”

She looked at me, trying to curtail her laughter. “Lactating bimbo?” she questioned. “Nobody says bimbo anymore. That is so 1980’s.” She paused a second as if to think. “Slut….whore…nympho, any of those would work, but Bimbo? You might as well call me a trollup or a jezabel. Too old school. And lactating? Somehow, not the sexiest word.”

I looked at her, accepting her points. “Okay, okay,” I started, “but up to that point, how was it?”

“It was fun,” she said. “I guess it’s just hard to accept you as a cold blooded rapist.”

“Well,” I replied, “I guess that’s a good thing. Wouldn’t you be a bit worried if I came by this naturally?”

She thought for a second and then responded. “Fair point, I guess. Now let’s finish this.” She said with an evil glint in her eye. “We’ve got a baby to make.”

I nodded and started back in on her neck.

I nibbled my way across her neck and down to her nipple. She relaxed so she could enjoy it more and that made things a lot easier. You see, this is a little game we played every year. Not the whole rape scene thing, but the role playing. The sci fi convention is the perfect place. The costumes, the environment. We met at this convention two years ago. Last year, we conceived our daughter here. This year, if our plan holds, we’ll conceive a second child here. It’s kind of our thing.

I sucked her nipple deep into my mouth. The squirt of milk I got was spectacular. I loved her milk. I squeezed her large nipple between my thumb and fore finger. Milk shot out like a firehose. She moaned and arched her back in pleasure. I could tell she was enjoying this as much as I was. I switched nipples so I could get more. The other kept dripping. Lack of milk was definitely not a problem she had. I kissed down her belly to her belly button. Her belly button ring was shiny and new. She had gotten pierced specifically for this costume. I was glad. I really enjoyed it. I flicked my tongue around her belly button. With any luck, within a few months, it will be popping out again as her tummy grew.

With gusto, I spread her legs and dug into her pussy with my tongue. She weaved her fingers into my hair and moaned with satisfaction. As her passion mounted, her pussy lips spread like the petals of a flower and came to life. Her juices flowed and her clit engorged. Her body had no problem letting me know she was enjoying herself. She moaned louder, I knew she was getting close. I ran my tongue around her clit at break neck speed. Her ass was moving, grinding the bed. Her fingers were pulling my hair and her pussy juices were flowing like fine wine. Her milk was squirting like a fountain onto her chest. I knew this was it. She pulled my face into her folds as her orgasm over took her. She was very vocal in her satisfaction. ‘Thank God’ everyone was down at the convention. She was screaming now, but in a good way.

As soon as she started cumming, I moved into position. I lifted both of her legs and put my hands on her wide hips, her legs draped over my arms, folding her almost in half. This opened her up wide. With my hard cock right at the entrance to her pussy. I shoved it in. No use in being gentile now. I plowed into her, pulling her hips toward me. She gasped as I entered her. I started hammering her right away. I didn’t want to give her any time to breathe. I pounded her pussy for everything I was worth. Since I had her in this position, ‘The Mating Position’, I made the most of it and pushed into her as deeply as I could. She moaned louder, urging me on. “Fuck me harder”, was all she could get out. So I did. I slammed her repeatedly. I felt that familiar tingle deep in my balls. I knew I was getting close.

“I gonna cum, you slut.”

She smiled up at me. “Oh yeah, that…works…much better.” she replied between breaths. “Cum for me, Nick. Give me all you’ve got. Give me another baby.” She repeated this. It was almost like a montra for her at this point.

So I did what I could to obey her wishes. I felt my dick start to twitch as I shot my cum into her. I buried my cock as deep as I could. I heard her inhale deeply as I emptied my nuts into her. I painted her pussy with all the life giving seed I could muster. Hopefully, lightning can strike twice and my sperm can find and attack one of her very fertile eggs. I loved it when she was pregnant and really want her that way again. I intend to keep her that way for as long as I can. Luckily, we’ll have several times this weekend to try to achieve that goal

As I finished cumming, we both relaxed a little. I lie there, on top of her, our juices dribbling out of her hole around my flagging cock. We were spent. We lie there holding each other for a while, just enjoying our post coital aura.

“I suppose we should clean up a little.” I finally said.

“Not yet.” she replied. “Just a few more minutes. This is heavenly.”

I complied with her request. I leaned in to suck on her nipple a little. I hated to see her milk go to waste like that. She whimpered as I suckled. Not a bad whimper, mind you. A satisfied little mewl. After a few sucks, I rolled off of here.

“I had an idea.” I said to her.

“I’m surprised you could get enough blood flow to your brain during all that,” She didn’t move as she spoke. “let alone have enough for an idea. She giggled.

“Yeah.” I said ignoring that last comment. “I’ve been thinking for a while now.”

“Yes?” She questioned.

“Well, we met here two years ago. I knocked you up here last year and hopefully again this year.”

“Yes,” she said.

“Maybe next year,” I paused for maximum effect, “we could get married here.” I proposed.

She rolled over and propped up on an elbow and looked at me. “You mean you’re finally going to make an honest woman of me?” She asked jokingly. “How many times do I have to say ‘yes’ to you? Yes, yes, yes?”

“There is one problem, though.” she started. “Here we are, lying here naked, covered in all sorts of shared bodily fluids, my pussy hanging wide open, cum dripping out of me, having just been freshly fucked and you ask me to marry you?” She spoke with surprising volume.

“And…your point is?” I asked.

She looked at me and fell back to the bed in exasperation. “How are we ever going to be able to tell this version of our proposal story to our family and friends?”S