We were all sick and tired of being made fun of. Our Star Wars Halloween costumes were just
as good as anybody else’s. Well… at
least as good as anybody else that made them from free stuff available around
their dorm rooms. Of COURSE they didn’t
look as good as people who paid hundreds of dollars for their costumes, but
that was part of the fun. Well after three
years of ridicule we figured we’d surprise everybody by having the best damned
costume that money could buy.
We started saving when we all went home for the summer and by
the time October came around we had almost three grand. Now we could have probably gotten a costume
for each of us with that much scratch but we really wanted to wow people… so
for $2987 we bought a full bodysuit. Unfortunately,
the website was a little vague and when we purchased the ‘Red and Black Sith
Lord including Full Makeup, Contacts, Headpiece and Leather Outfit’ we just
assumed it was going to be Darth Maul.
Instead of the famous red and black male Dathomirian, this
was a red and black voluptuous female Twi’lek.
And with only a few dollars between us and a few days before the frat
costume party we didn’t have the resources to correct this error. So we all tried on the costume. As the smallest one of our group, no one was
surprised when I was the only one that could squeeze into the tight body suit.
While my buddies were busy being impressed with how realistic
the skin looked and how impressive it was at changing my voice, I was focused
on more personal concerns. Like how crotch
of the suit seemed to keep my penis tucked away and soft while at the same time
seemed to pulse and vibrate in an entirely arousing and erotic manner. When we found the remote I was shocked to realize
that the vibrations and pulses were at the lowest settings. And like how I swear I could feel every touch
and pinch of the suit from them as if they were touching my own skin. I swear when George came over and playfully
pinched the nipples on the suit it sent such a shock of pleasure through me
that I almost came right then and there.
The night of the party the guys all agreed that admitting to
buying a suit and dressing up in it wasn’t nearly as cool as acting like we
made it ourselves. So they decided that
they’d tell everybody that I was sick at home and that we all made this costume
for our ‘friend’ Suzy. While my job was
to simply parade around the party, showing off the costume and acting like a
clueless bimbo, the guys all got to talk about how they made it. George went on and on about how he got the ‘body
paint’ and helped apply it to my entire body.
Robert made up an elaborate lie about taking ‘Suzy’ to all the local
fetish shops to get the half bra, gloves, thigh high boots, and the rest of the
costume. John spun a tale of using the
3D printers in the science lab to make my headpiece.
If that was the limit of their stories I might have felt OK
about it. But I had to sit back and
giggle like an air headed slut as they embellished each story to make them
sound sexual. George told all the guests
he could about how hard it was to paint my breasts and pussy and how he ended
up with a completely red cock. Robert
not only spun the tale of dressing me over and over in sexy costumes, but how I
made him buy and even use a bunch of bondage gear on me. And John…. he insisted that I demonstrate how
I had to kneel in front of him while he fitted the headgear on to me. Of course his story included me giving him a
blowjob while he held it in place. The
story probably sounded a lot more realistic as John bumping his knee into my
overly sensitive nipples making me gasp and moan at all the right parts of the
story.
Finally, the moment came… the costume contest. I should have been furious that we didn’t win
outright, but then again the frat president wasn’t exactly going to ever lose
this competition. Everybody seemed to
really think he was dressed as a Sith Lord even though his costume looked more
like a GWAR reject. They even made us
pose and take photos which they later added light saber effects to.
When the party was finally winding down and the guys came
over to me I immediately suspected something.
They just looked guilty. They
explained that the frat president was really impressed with the costume but
even more impressed with me. So when he
offered all of them immediate entrance into the frat for a simple trade, they
agreed. They agreed to trading a night
with me as his sexy horny fetsh bondage cosplay whore… for frat membership.
Before I could even protest Robert stepped close to me and
flicked his thumbs across my nipples, momentarily changing my cross words into
a soulful moan. He whispered into my ear
that they had already agreed to this and that I had a simple choice… one night
of humiliating sex that would gain me access to a life altering frat, or
admitting to everybody that it was really me parading around the party giggling
and flirting and acting like a girl.
I guess John was the one that saw my answer behind my yellow
contacts because as I turned around to face the GWAR reject and tell him what
was going on John pulled out the remote and cranked the suit up to full. My eyes must have rolled back in my head for
a moment as the suit seemed to hit every erogenous part of my body at the same
time. My nipples felt like a thousand
fingers were flicking across them, my skin felt like a thousand hands were
caressing over it, and my pulled back cock felt like a mouth enveloped it and
started sucking. All that came out of my
mouth was a long sexy feminine gasp and moan.
I barely noticed John put the remote in his pocket without
turning down the settings just as the frat president spun me around and started
ripping my clothes off. All I could do
was continue to moan and buck against him as I felt his cock start sliding
around my fake pussy. Even my hopes of
him finding out that he couldn’t penetrate me were dashed as George turned
around and shouted out “Oh hey, Suzys on her rag so don’t fuck her there. Just use her ass and mouth as much as you’d
like!”
Source: fuskator
A cool story well there be a part two revenge of the Sith ?
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