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Amelia's pov:

I never thought my life would take this turn, but here I am, Amelia, a self-proclaimed vibrator addict, about to step into a world of public exhibitionism. It all started as a harmless hobby, a way to explore my body and find pleasure. But my addiction to that sweet release became insatiable. I'd spend hours alone, my faithful vibrators never failing to bring me to climax. The thought of sharing my most intimate moments began as a whisper in the back of my mind.
"You could sell these videos, you know. Make some extra cash." The idea came from an anonymous comment on one of my online posts. I had started sharing my 'talents' on an adult forum, always careful to keep my face hidden, just a mysterious figure beneath the sheets.
"But my face... they'll know it's me." I whispered to my laptop screen, my heart racing at the thought.
"Who cares? They'll pay to see the rest of you, trust me. And you'll get to play with yourself all day. It's a win-win." The encouragement from my anonymous supporter was tempting.
"Okay... I'll give it a shot. But no faces, ever." I hit the upload button, my heart pounding.
The response was immediate and overwhelming. My inbox flooded with messages, some praising, some pleading, and some downright filthy. I blushed as I read through them, my fingers already reaching for my favorite toy.
"Oh, they want more, don't they?" I giggled, my breath already coming in short gasps. "You like that, don't you, you naughty little minx? You love showing off." I moaned as I imagined an audience, their eyes fixed on my every move.
Days turned into weeks, and my online presence grew. My fans were insatiable, always demanding more, and I was happy to oblige. But something was missing. I wanted... no, I needed to feel the touch of another. The thought of real skin against mine, the heat of a body, made me ache.
"Maybe I should... go out? Meet someone?" I suggested to my reflection as I prepared for the upcoming anime convention. I had decided to go all out with a slutty maid cosplay, a daring choice for my first public appearance.
"You're crazy! What if someone recognizes you?" My inner voice was cautious, but the thrill of the idea was too much to resist.
The convention buzzed with energy as I stepped inside, the sound of laughter, shouts, and the occasional scream filling the air. My heart raced as I realized I was no longer anonymous. Men and women, dressed as their favorite characters, turned to stare as I walked by.
"Damn, look at that maid!"
"She's hot!"
"Hey, sweetheart, can I get a picture?"
I blushed, feeling exposed, but a thrill coursed through me. I posed, my skirt teasingly short, revealing lace-topped stockings and a glimpse of my panties. Cameras flashed, and I felt a power surge within me.
"Show us more, baby!"
"Yeah, give us a peek!"
I giggled, feeling bold. "You want to see more? Come and get it, boys." I teased, my voice laced with a confidence I didn't know I had.
The crowd around me thickened, cameras pointing my way. I felt a hand on my thigh, and I jumped, my eyes widening.
"Easy there, just wanted to feel the goods." A tall man dressed as a samurai grinned, his hand lingering.
I should've been angry, but the heat in his gaze made me bold. "Touch me all you want, but you'll have to wait for the rest." I purred, leaning in close, my breath hot on his ear.
The crowd roared with approval, and I felt a rush of excitement. I turned, my skirt swirling, and the crowd went wild. I was on display, and I loved it.
"Take it off! Show us those tits!" The shouts grew bolder, and I felt a tingle between my thighs.
"You want me to strip? Here?" I teased, my fingers already tugging at my blouse.
The crowd went silent, waiting with bated breath. I slowly revealed my lace bra, my breasts heaving with each breath. A chorus of moans and cheers filled the hall.
"Oh, fuck yeah!"
"That's it, baby!"
I felt a drop of sweat trickle down my spine, my body on fire. I hooked my thumbs under my skirt, ready to reveal more.
"Wait, not yet!" A voice cried out. "Let's make it worth her while!"
I froze, my heart pounding. The crowd began to chant, a rhythmic beat that sent shivers down my spine. "Jerk! Jerk! Jerk!"
I looked around, confused, until I saw what they meant. Men were stroking themselves, their cocks straining against their zippers. Women joined in, their hands moving beneath their skirts. The air filled with the sound of rustling clothes and the wet, rhythmic sounds of self-pleasure.
"Oh my..." I whispered, my eyes wide. I felt my own desire building, my fingers itching to join the symphony of pleasure.
"Join us, sweetheart. Show us how you do it." A woman dressed as a schoolgirl beckoned, her hand moving feverishly.
I needed no further invitation. I sank to my knees, my skirt riding up, and reached for my panties. The crowd cheered as I revealed my wetness, my fingers slipping easily inside.
"Oh, yes! Look at her go!"
"She's a fucking pro!"
Their words spurred me on, and I let out a low, throaty moan, my body shaking with pleasure. I imagined their eyes on me, their desire matching my own. I pictured their hands, stroking and tugging, and it drove me wild.
"Fuck, I'm close!" I cried out, my body tensing. I arched my back, my fingers working furiously, and I let out a long, satisfied scream as my orgasm ripped through me.
The crowd erupted, a chorus of groans and cries filling the air. Warm liquid splashed my face, my breasts, my thighs. I looked up, my vision blurred, as I saw the crowd still stroking, their faces contorted in ecstasy.
"Oh my God..." I whispered, my body trembling.
"You liked that, huh?" The samurai from before stood over me, his cock in his hand, still hard. "Want some more?"
I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry. I reached for him, pulling him close, and took him into my mouth. The crowd cheered, their voices a blur as I focused on the taste and feel of him.
I moved from one to the next, the taste of their release still on my lips. Hands roamed my body, squeezing and caressing, as I sucked and teased. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my inhibitions gone.
"You're a natural, aren't you?" A deep voice whispered in my ear. I turned to see a man, his face hidden by a mask, his eyes burning with desire.
"I... I guess so." I managed, my voice hoarse.
"We know who you are, Amelia. And we want more." He pushed me against a wall, his body pressing into mine. I felt his hardness against my thigh, and I moaned.
"Please..." I whispered, my hands reaching for his belt.
He wasted no time, his hands rough as he tore at my bra, exposing my breasts. I gasped as he took one in his mouth, his tongue swirling, while his hand worked my other nipple.
"Oh, fuck!" I cried out, my head thrown back.
"That's it, let it out. We want to hear you, Amelia." He urged, his voice husky.
I felt hands on my waist, lifting me, and I wrapped my legs around the masked man's hips. He entered me in one smooth thrust, and I cried out, my body welcoming the invasion.
"Yes, yes, YES!" I screamed, my nails digging into his back.
The crowd roared, their voices a distant echo as I focused on the pleasure building within me. The man pounded into me, his rhythm relentless, while hands groped and teased my exposed body.
"You like that, don't you? Being fucked like the slut you are?" The masked man growled in my ear.
"Yes! I'm a slut, I'm your slut!" I cried out, my body betraying my words.
I felt another cock at my entrance, and I spread my legs wider, inviting the intrusion. The crowd went wild as the second man filled me, his thrusts slow and deliberate. I was sandwiched between them, my body on fire.
"Oh my God, I'm gonna..." I trailed off, my body tensing.
"Cum, baby, cum for us!" The masked man urged, his hand finding my clit, rubbing it in circles.
I exploded, my body shaking, my screams filling the hall. I felt both men tense, their thrusts becoming frenzied, and then they came, filling me, their hot seed adding to the mess on my body.
As the sun began its descent, I lay against the wall, my body spent, my mind reeling. I had never experienced such pleasure, such freedom.
"You were amazing, Amelia." The masked man whispered, his hand stroking my hair.
"I... I can't believe I did that." I stuttered, my voice hoarse from screaming.
"Believe it, sweetheart. And we want more. Come back, give us a show again." He urged, his hand sliding down my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
I smiled, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "I will. I'll be back, and I'll give them a show they'll never forget."
And so, my journey into the world of cosplay porn began. I embraced my new identity, no longer hiding in the shadows. I was Amelia, the exhibitionist, the pleasure seeker, and my fans couldn't get enough. Each convention became a playground of lust, where I ruled as the queen of ecstasy.

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