The Good Boy Chronicles, Part 2: The Convention, a #femdom #erotica

Never underestimate how much fun it is to put a bunch of horny nerds in a hotel together….

(ICYMI, Part One is here)

For C.-- Always Keep Fighting.

After the events of the festival, I told myself I was done with Craig until he came clean about it to Karolyn. Karolyn and I were not exactly friends, but she was an acquaintance and a person I respected. Ethical non-monogamy was my jam, and this was not ethical. We hadn’t been together physically since the festival which was about a month ago now. We did begin to text a whole lot and it was not always sexting. We both were open with each other about our mental health struggles and how even those closest to us didn’t really get it sometimes because their brains just weren’t wired the same way. We both admitted to each other that we were nervous about running into each other at the upcoming TrekFest sci-fi convention, the biggest one of the summer in our area, but neither of us really wanted to avoid going, either, so we were going to gird up our loins for this, and also make sure that said loins didn’t get us in trouble. Loins. I just wanted to say loins again.

Saturday at the con was its usual hectic and fun atmosphere and I thankfully didn’t run into him or Karolyn at the panels and celebrity Q&As that I attended but the costume contest in the evening and he won a prize for his portrayal of Star Lord from Guardians Of The Galaxy. I had changed after dinner with some friends into my red Star Trek Original Series uniform dress that hugged my curves really well and of course the accompanying boots.

There’s always a bit of an unstructured time between the costume contest and the evening’s DJ dance to change the ballroom over and this was my best chance to catch Karolyn. Craig had to return to the green room to have his costume judged on workmanship and also be photographed so I spotted her walking the halls with a big purple Starbucks tumbler in hand and I purposefully made eye contact.

“Hey, how’s your con going? Gotta be proud of Craig’s award, right?”

“Yeeepppp. He sure spent enough on that costume, too! THIS….” she held up the cup “is NOT coffee!” she giggled conspiratorially after delivering that last bit in a stage whisper getting close to my face and suddenly, I was reminded of cinnamon mouthwash.

Have I mentioned she’s about the size of an extra-tall hobbit?

“It’s FIREBALL and IRISH CREAM.” she expounded. “and it tastes like a cinnamon roll!!”

Oh shit. Sugary drinks. Extra tall hobbit. She was well on her way to Drunksville on the express train.

“Well, you gotta pregame the party, and the bar is crazy exorbitant anymore. Got any more where that came from?” I responded, trying to sound casual. I didn’t really want a drink but I had to connect with her somehow.

I took advantage of her inebriation and thought maybe this would make the confession easier on both of us.

“Abbbbbsolutely!” she exclaimed, reversing course and heading for the sleeping rooms, even skipping a little bit, but not looking drunk enough to arouse the suspicions of the scowling hotel employees who were supposed to bust you for having your own booze in a public area. I followed her through the labyrinthine hallways and up the elevator, stuffed in with a passel of loud and jovial Klingons (it’s not an oxymoron) on their way to get their blood wine on at a room party. A tall and handsome one smiled at me as they vacated the elevator. Meet cute? Is that a thing for Klingons?

When we reached their room, she poured a generous portion of her concoction into a pink travel mug with a cat on it and thrust it into my hand.

“Bottoms up, girl!” she said, motioning toward a toast and we clinked our tumblers together. It really did taste like a liquid cinnamon roll.

“Karolyn, I need to tell you some stuff.”

“Uhm.. okay…. Do we have to talk about it now? It’s Saturday night at a con, it’s party time! Like, if you’re not pregnant or dying…….”

I really wasn’t in the mood for arguing with a tipsy halfling, so I just looked her right in the eye and came out with it.

“I had sex with Craig. At Solstice Fires. He’d been pursuing me, and I was lonely, and……. It happened. And I didn’t want to come to the con because I’d run into him, because I want to do it again. I really like him. I do. But I don’t want to hurt you any more about it.”

She paused for a very long moment. If there was going to be hair pulling or head butting, it would have probably happened immediately, I mused. She took a long gulp from the tumbler.

“Thank you for telling me. I’m… sitting with this. I’m not really happy about his behavior. But also, like, in the past month, let me tell you, he has been the biggest horndog, and that’s really weird considering what you’ve just laid out for me.”

“Well, that can happen often. A new lover can bring about a libido boost or a boost in sexual confidence. When someone’s own needs are being met, they can be better at focusing on someone else’s needs. I’m not saying that we didn’t fuck up or that his cheating was okay, but I actually helped him improve his oral skills greatly, so, uhm, you’re welcome?”

We discussed quite a lot about relationships and sex and she kind of grilled me on polyamory. I told her honestly how hard it can be sometimes and how it’s kind of a toxic myth how jealousy doesn’t exist in a poly relationship. It very much does exist, it’s just a matter of how it’s handled. I copped to my unethical faux pas of the festival hookup and she wondered out loud to me about how to bring up the subject of whether Craig and I had done anything sexual since. I told her that we hadn’t physically been in the same room since then but we’d been talking a lot and also sometimes sexting or sending spicy pictures. All of this had apparently helped reignite a spark of sorts, but Craig was not cut out to be dominant like she craved. This was still an improvement though and orgasms were happening where they weren't previously, which made Karolyn happy.

We decided that we kind of wanted to play with Craig a little bit here because Karolyn was entitled to a bit of revenge but also I had plans for him that evening. We decided we’d play it cool at the dance but he was going to be instructed to sneak out of their room to meet me in the wee hours of the morning in my room just to keep him on his toes. Eventually, we’d tell him that I confessed and it was now in the open.

We carefully took separate paths back to the ballroom and by now the dance floor was set up and the DJ was spinning a mix of 80s, 90s, nerdcore, and your classic group dance songs, some of which had a geeky spin. The Imperial Death March from Star Wars, it turns out, matches up perfectly to the timing of the Macarena. A bunch of Storm Troopers were dancing the night away and we joined the line. As the party wore on, the Klingons from the elevator arrived en masse and began to cut a rug to the strains of “Footloose”. Life at a con is kind of surreal sometimes. I shook my ass to that and a few other songs and then, of course for every few party songs, they generally try to play a slow dance song for those that may enjoy that. They were bringing the millennial middle school dance vibes with Bryan Adams’ “Everything I Do” and my tall Klingon friend from the elevator came up and asked me to dance. He was good on his feet and I followed his lead happily, his hands strong and sure around my waist. Even though it was a bit dark with just the colored lights on the dance floor I managed to get a better look at his face under the prosthetics and recognized him as, Ed, who was, well, pretty much the most in-demand male rough body play dominant in the local BDSM scene. Tall, strong, dark-skinned and absolutely ruthless. He also, especially for running around in that many layers of costume, smelled really good to me. I knew for a fact that he was pansexual. Oh dear. This could be fun.

“So, how’s your evening? Has it involved lots of blood wine?”

“Not as much as you’d think. I enjoy the Warrior’s Leaf myself over blood wine…..”

“I do, too….”

Our conversation ebbed and flowed during the slow song but I could tell he was enjoying being close to me. The next song gave me complete mental whiplash as the strains of Rihanna’s “S&M” started to blast from the speakers and I was very soon shaking my ass and grinding on him and the conversation moved from one of words to one of bodies and I loved feeling his strong hands on my waist and traveling downward. He looked in my eyes, seeking consent, and it was freely given for sure. It was clear that he was interested in a more private party for two, but was he up for more than that?

We took the next few songs off and grabbed some drinks at the bar, settling into a conversation about our lives and the kink scene and I finally got the courage to broach the subject of Craig and his bisexual curiosity and Ed was intrigued, always willing to help with some slutty mischief and pop a cherry. It was also a very dark corner and I sat on his lap as we made out like teenagers. The pants under the Klingon uniform left very little to the imagination and he was getting really hard. I took off my panties during a bathroom trip and affixed them to his belt like a war trophy, giggling.

Around 1 AM, I spied Craig and Karolyn heading out of the ballroom, looking rather hilarious. She was leaning on him to stay upright and she would definitely be passed out pretty soon after they got back to their room.

As they were leaving, I texted Craig to meet at my room at 2 AM and that we were not going to be alone. He texted back a string of emojis of mixed excitement, distress, and horniness. I think he thought I picked up a girl. I texted back only an eggplant emoji. I really loved playing with him like this.

Ed and I left the dance shortly thereafter and got the party started in my room alone. Remember that in The Original Series, Klingons were enemies so as soon as we got inside my room he put me against the wall and pushed my dress up around my hips, spanking my ass and sliding a meaty finger into my soaked cunt.

“Oh, your little Federation pussy is so ready to get invaded, isn’t it, slut?”

“Yes, Sir!” I said with enthusiasm, as he was putting me on my knees in front of him and rubbing my face forcefully on his bulge. He really chewed the scenery of this role play and told me he had a special pair of pants for when he goes out looking for Federation sluts horny for Klingon dick. They had a panel in the front that he undid so he could pull it out and fuck while he was still in uniform. His huge dick popped out, glistening and dripping and my cunt throbbed for its raw length inside me but being right at face level I needed to suck on it to badly especially after he dick slapped my face. He was so big it felt like a club and I loved it. I needed him to fuck me rough so I took it down my throat with one stroke and made him growl with pleasure.

“Fuck yes, suck that whole shaft you nasty little bitch. Fuck I love you little red dress freaks… unnnnggh yeah….” I sucked on him and lewdly sucked and tongued his balls until he commanded me to get in a breeding position which is of course what sluts crave when they see a big unit like this one…. Fuck yes, I was getting bred by a Klingon!

I found myself facing the large mirror on the wall in doggy with my back arched as he sank deep into my cunt and fucked me savagely, growling as he deposited ropes of cum deep into me, holding onto my hips and slamming in first in doggy and then prone bone. He didn’t even think about pulling out and I came like crazy all over his dick. I had wanted to feel the warmth of his hot sperm inside me since I laid eyes on him that night and I screamed as he took me hard and unloaded into my guts.

A meek knock at the door came right on time and I was giddy with anticipation as I got up to answer it and Ed relaxed and watched the proceedings with interest.

“Hello, my goddess…..” said Craig, who had changed out of his costume.

“Hi darling. This is Ed. He just fucked me really well!” I said, flipping up the dress and showing him the cum oozing out of me.

“Oh, my…… “ he gaped.

“Now get naked, and clean it up!” He stripped and neatly folded his clothes to leave them on a nearby chair. I ordered him to lay down on the bed and I straddled his face, letting him struggle under me before I finally settled into a rhythm and ground out a few orgasms, leaving his face glazed with Ed’s cum and my squirt.

“What’s next, Goddess?” Do I have to take it in the ass?” he asked, distinctly sounding worried and a little dazed, still laying where I commanded him to be and gaping at how big and thick Ed was, even soft.

“Not tonight, boy… but I do want you to suck him till he gets hard again and then we’ll have some real fun…..

Ed moved to the edge of the bed and both Craig and I got on the floor as I demonstrated covering my teeth and opening my throat as techniques. He moved his head tentatively and darted his tongue out to lick the fat mushroom head, probably loving that it tasted like me.

“That’s it, lick it good…. “ I moved his head and helped him establish a rhythm and then he took over with the techniques I taught him and Ed fucking his throat..

“Such a good little cocksucker I’m making out of you……..” I cooed as I noticed Ed growing and moaning.

With Ed’s boner ragingly stiff again I commanded Craig to lay down and his own member was hard and bouncing so I slid my sloppy cunt down on it and Ed stood at the end of the bed with Craig’s head hanging off. Ed began to fuck his face, periodically pulling out and teabagging his nuts into Craig’s mouth and commanding him to suck them gently. We were using this boy and using him well.

“Fuuuuuck…. He’s gonna make me cum……. unnggghh… where did you want me to cum, baby?” moaned Ed.

“Shoot it all over his face. Give him a facial.” I said, rubbing my clit furiously and riding him harder As soon as I saw Ed shoot a second prodigious load and cover Craig’s face, it started a chain reaction of Craig cumming and me cumming all over his shaft as my pussy greedily grabbed his load. It was fucking glorious.

We laid in satisfied silence for a bit till I commanded naked Craig to kneel in the tub while I squatted and let loose a big hot stream on his face, to mark him as mine and wash the jizz off his face, before I had him take a shower and go back to his room. I loved making a bi slut out of my boy, but it was time to send him back to Wifey for now till I figure out what’s next in his sexual odyssey.