How to tamed a cosplayer

"Club Heaven", one of the famous strip club in Tokyo. This is my first day coming up here, let's hope i can find the best victim for tonight. I've been watching this place for quite some time now, the perfect spot to find those **** whores who are willing to do anything for a few extra bucks. And there she is, the ultimate MILF cosplayer with the plumpest ass I've ever seen. She's dressed as a naughty schoolgirl, with a skirt so short, it barely covered her voluptuous cheeks, and her tits looked like they were about to spill out of her tiny top at any moment. The way she moves her body, it's like she's begging for it.

Her name is Mina, according to her name tag. She's got that mature look that screams experience, with a hint of innocence that makes me want to corrupt her even more. She's serving drinks with a smile that says "I'm here to make your fantasies come true" as she sashays around the room. She's got these big, beautiful eyes that seem to suck you in and make you want to do anything for her.

I sit down at the bar, watching her as she works the room, her ass jiggling with every step. She notices me staring and gives me a knowing smile before heading over to take my order. "What can I get for you tonight?" she asks, her voice a sweet symphony of seduction.

"Just a beer," I say, trying to play it cool, but my cock is already straining against my pants. "And maybe a little company?"

Mina giggles and leans in close, her tits pressing against the bar. "I'm all yours for the night," she whispers, her breath hot in my ear. "What's your poison?"

"Let's just say I'm looking for something... special," I reply, sliding a hundred-dollar bill across the counter. Her eyes widen and she nods, understanding the unspoken agreement.

She leads me to a private booth in the back, her hand brushing against my thigh as we walk. Once we're seated, she straddles my lap and starts to grind her hips against me. Her skirt rides up, revealing the tops of her fishnet stockings and the bare flesh of her thighs. She's a pro at this, her movements calculated to drive me wild.

But I'm not here for a simple dance. I'm here to take what I want.

I grab her hips and pull her closer, my hand slipping down to cup her ass. She gasps and looks up at me with a mix of surprise and excitement. "Is this what you're looking for?" she purrs, her voice low and seductive.

"Oh, it's a good start," I say, my voice gruff with lust. "But I think we can do better."

Without another word, I stand up and hoist her over my shoulder. She squeals in surprise but doesn't protest as I carry her out of the club and into the alley. I can feel her body tense up, but she doesn't struggle. She knows what's coming.

I find a secluded spot in the alley and set her down. She looks around nervously, her breathing heavy. "What are you doing?" she asks, her voice trembling.

"What does it look like?" I say, my voice cold and commanding. "You're going to be my little slut tonight."

Her eyes widen, but instead of fear, I see something else. Desire? Submission? It's like a switch has been flipped in her. She nods and I can see her knees tremble slightly. "Yes, I want to be your slut," she whispers.

Without wasting any time, I yank down her panties and push her up against the wall. She's wet and ready for me, her pussy glistening in the dim light of the alley. I can't wait to fill her up and leave my mark.

I shove my hand between her legs and start to rub her clit. She gasps and arches her back, her body already responding to my touch. I lean in and bite her neck, making her moan. "You're going to scream my name when I fill you up," I murmur, my fingers working their magic.

Mina nods frantically, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Yes, yes, please," she stammers.

I pull out my cock and line it up with her soaking wet pussy. "Are you ready to be mine?" I demand.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

And with one swift thrust, I claim her. She cries out, her body tightening around me, but she doesn't resist. Instead, she pushes back against me, urging me deeper. Her masochistic tendencies are coming out to play, and I'm more than happy to oblige.

I start to fuck her hard and fast, slamming into her with every ounce of strength I have. Her tits bounce with every impact, and her ass jiggles deliciously. She's so wet, so tight, it's like fucking heaven.

"You like that, don't you?" I growl, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. "You like being a dirty little whore for me?"

"Yeah," she moans, her voice breathless. "I love it."

Her words only make me more aggressive. I start to spank her ass, each smack echoing through the alley. She gasps with every hit, her body shaking with pleasure. I can feel her pussy getting even tighter, her orgasm building.

"You're going to be my little cumdump," I tell her, my voice harsh. "You're going to swallow every drop I give you."

Her eyes widen, but she nods, her body begging for release. I can feel my own climax approaching, and I know I'm not going to last much longer.

"Cum for me," I command, and she does. Her pussy clenches around my cock as she cums, her body writhing in ecstasy. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

But I'm not done with her yet. I pull out and push her down to her knees. She looks up at me with those big, beautiful eyes, her makeup smudged and her lipstick smeared. "Open your mouth," I order.

Without hesitation, she does. I stroke my cock a few times and then shoot my load all over her face. She closes her eyes and opens her mouth, letting me fill her up. She swallows every drop, licking her lips hungrily.

When I'm done, she looks up at me, her face a mess of cum and makeup. But she's smiling. "Thank you," she whispers.

"Thank me?" I laugh. "You're the one who's going to be my bitch from now on."

She nods eagerly. "I'll do anything for you," she says, her voice filled with sincerity.

And just like that, she's mine. A busty MILF cosplayer with a plump ass and a submissive streak a mile wide. I can't wait to see what other dark desires she's been hiding beneath that cute exterior.

We head back to the club, her panties still around her ankles and my cum still dripping down her chin. The bouncers look surprised but they know better than to say anything. They've seen it all before.

We make our way to the bathroom, and I push her into one of the stalls. "Clean up," I tell her, and she nods, eager to please.

As she washes her face in the sink, I can't help but think about what's next. Maybe I'll take her to a love hotel and really show her what she's signed up for. Or maybe I'll bring her home and introduce her to my collection of toys.

Either way, I know she's going to love it. She's going to crave the pain and humiliation I'm going to give her. And I'm going to love every fucking minute of it.

Mina finishes cleaning up and looks at me with those big eyes. "What now?" she asks, her voice still shaky with lust.

"Now," I say, smiling wickedly, "you're going to go back to work, and every time you feel that sticky mess between your legs, you're going to remember that you're mine."

She nods, a fresh wave of desire washing over her. "Yes, I'm yours," she murmurs.

And with that, I leave her there, my cum still inside her. She'll go back to serving drinks and teasing the other customers, but she'll always know who she truly belongs to. And when the night's over, she'll come back to me, begging for more.

Because once you've tasted the dark side, there's no going back. And Mina? She's just found her new favorite flavor.

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The club is in full swing when we get back. The lights are flashing, the music is pumping, and the smell of sex is in the air. Mina slides back into her role as if nothing happened, serving drinks with a smile, her ass wiggling with every step. But every now and then, she'll glance over at me, her eyes filled with heat.

The night goes on, and I watch her work, my cock hardening every time she bends over. She's mine, and everyone here knows it. They can look, but they can't touch.

As the club starts to wind down, I make my way over to her. "Come with me," I say, taking her hand and leading her back to the bathroom.

This time, we go into a stall together. "On your knees," I command, and she eagerly complies. "Now, suck me off."

Her mouth is just as talented as the rest of her body. She takes my cock deep into her throat, her tongue swirling around the head. I can feel her gag, but she doesn't stop. She's a natural-born slut.

I grab her hair and start to fuck her face, her cheeks hollowing out with every thrust. She's moaning, her eyes watering, but she doesn't pull away. She loves it.

"You're going to swallow every drop," I tell her, and she nods, her eyes never leaving mine.

When I finally cum, it's with a roar. She gulps down every drop, her throat working hard to take it all. I pull out and zip up my pants, leaving her there on her knees, panting for breath.

"Good girl," I praise her, and she beams up at me. "Now, go get changed and meet me outside."

We end up at a love hotel, a grimy place that rents by the hour. But it's perfect for what we're about to do. I lead her to a room and throw her onto the bed. She lands with a bounce, her tits jiggling deliciously.

"Strip," I order, and she does, peeling off her schoolgirl outfit to reveal her lingerie. A black lace bra that barely contains her massive tits and a thong that does nothing to hide her plump, shaved pussy.

"Now, tell me," I say, stroking my cock. "What's your favorite kink?"

Her eyes light up. "I love to be spanked," she says, her voice low and needy. "And... and I like to be called dirty names."

"Perfect," I growl. "Because I'm going to spank that ass until it's red and raw."

I pull her over my knee and start to smack her, watching as her cheeks turn pink and then red. She cries out with every hit, her ass jiggling with every impact. I can feel myself getting harder and harder, my cock straining against my pants.

"You're a dirty, little slut," I tell her, and she nods, her eyes glazed over with lust. "You deserve to be used and abused."

I push her down onto the bed and climb on top of her, my cock sliding into her wet pussy. She's so tight, so warm, it feels like home. I start to fuck her, hard and fast, my hand coming down on her ass in a steady rhythm. She's moaning, her body writhing beneath me.

"Yes, yes, please," she cries out. "Call me a slut. Tell me how much you love my ass."

And so, I do. I call her every dirty name in the book, telling her how much I love her plump, round ass. And with every word, she gets wetter, her pussy tightening around me.

I reach down and squeeze her ass cheeks, watching them jiggle with every thrust. "You're going to be my cumdump," I say, and she nods eagerly.

"Yes," she gasps. "I want it all. I want to be filled up."

I don't hold back. I pound into her, giving her everything I've got. And when I'm ready to cum, I pull out and shoot my load all over her ass. She moans, her body shaking with pleasure.

"Good girl," I murmur, collapsing onto the bed next to her. "You took it like a champ."

Mina rolls over and snuggles up against me, her body still trembling. "Thank you," she whispers. "Thank you for making me feel alive."

I stroke her hair, feeling a strange sense of possessiveness. "You're mine now," I say. "And I'm going to take care of you."

"I know," she says, her voice filled with a mix of relief and excitement. "I want to be yours."

We lay there for a few moments, catching our breath. Then she sits up and looks at me, her eyes filled with determination. "What do I need to do to prove it?" she asks.

"You already have," I say, smiling. "But if you want to make it official, there's one more thing."

The next day, we head out to the tattoo parlor. Mina's eyes are wide with excitement as she looks over the designs. "What do you want?" she asks.

I show her a simple script: "Property of [my name]."

Her eyes widen even more, and she nods eagerly. "I want it right here," she says, pointing to the small of her back, just above her plump ass.

The tattoo artist gets to work, and she gasps with every needle prick. But she doesn't flinch, not once. She's mine, and she's proud of it.

When it's done, she stands up and looks in the mirror. She traces the fresh ink with her fingers, a look of pure bliss on her face. "It's perfect," she whispers.

We leave the parlor and head back to her place. She's still wearing her schoolgirl outfit, minus the panties, and every step she takes makes me want to fuck her all over again.

Inside, she shows me to her bedroom, and we fall onto the bed together. "I'm all yours," she says, spreading her legs wide.

And I take her, over and over again. I explore every inch of her body, pushing her to her limits. And she loves it. She screams my name, begs for more, and when I finally cum inside her again, she clenches around me, her pussy milking me dry.

As we lay there, her head on my chest, I know she's found her place. She's not just a MILF cosplayer anymore. She's my slut, my cumdump, my everything.

And I know, deep down, she wouldn't have it any other way.

The days turn into weeks, and our relationship blossoms. She quits her job at the cosplay bar, devoting herself to me full-time. She cooks, she cleans, she fucks. And every time she does something wrong, she knows she'll be punished. But she doesn't mind. She craves it.

We explore every kink imaginable, pushing each other's boundaries until we're both breathless and spent. And through it all, she never once resists. She's mine, body and soul.

But it's not just about the sex. There's something deeper between us, something that transcends the physical. We're connected in a way that goes beyond words.

One day, we're out shopping, her hand in mine as we wander through the crowded streets. She's wearing a short skirt and a tight top, her tits practically spilling out. "I want everyone to know you're mine," I tell her.

Her eyes light up, and she nods. "I want that too," she says, her voice filled with excitement.

So, we go into a sex shop and pick out a collar. It's black leather with silver studs, and it looks perfect on her. She puts it on and looks up at me, her eyes sparkling. "Thank you," she whispers.

From that day on, she wears it everywhere we go. It's a symbol of her submission, her devotion. And every time I see it, my heart swells with pride.

Our lives are perfect, a never-ending cycle of pleasure and pain. She's my muse, my partner in crime. And I know she'll never leave me, not after what we've shared.

Because when you find someone who completes you, who makes you feel alive in ways you never thought possible, you hold onto them with everything you have.

And I plan on holding onto Mina, my busty MILF cosplayer with the plump ass, for the rest of my life. She's mine, and I'm never letting her go.