Ocean Beach's Attractive Cosplay Shenanigans
In Sydney, Australia, on a chilly autumn day, I stared at my nearly nude body in my bedroom's full-length mirror. Intrigue and trepidation coursed through me. Could I confidently show off my body to others once more? I'd be all alone this time.
I had transformed into Ka-Zar, a Marvel Comics character reminiscent of Tarzan, scarcely known to the masses. Ka-Zar is a Tribal-style adventurer that roams a mystical realm teeming with dinosaurs, sabretooth tigers, apes, and other bizarre creatures. His minimalistic outfit is appropriate given his modest following.
Her hair was styled in a lengthy blond wig, her wild, longish, sandy-brown strands were hiding underneath. A necklace of replicas of dinosaur teeth adorned her neck, and substantial leather bands tightened around her wrists. The exposed upper torso and arms of her perfectly sculpted and hairless body, were contrasted by the faux-fur on her unshaven legs. On her feet, she wore soft furry boots that ascended to nearly halfway up her calves.
Most daringly, a modest cover of dark brown, faux-fur fabric draped over her pubic area. The light cloth undulated as she breathed. The loincloth fastened on the sides, resembling a bikini. Sheathed on her hip was a faux-leather knife in a leather scabbard. While everyone could admire her muscles and enjoy her attributes, her genitals remained concealed by a pouch for her underwear.
Instinctively, she is a fan of exhibiting her impressive body, as her sexual psyche entails enormous exhibitionism. As a sex-hungry Australian male in his twenties, she fancies stripping down, preferably when females are around. She pursues training rigorously to expand her physique, which she attributes primarily to gain female pleasure. Romantic connections are intrinsically associated with beach romps and clandestine crossings of populated thoroughfares.
This moment differed from prior times. Ka-Zar's premise served dual functions. First, it was meant to wow convention-goers with her attractive appearance, though sex opportunities were a given. She yearned to feel fulfilled, meaning "sexy time" wasn't her sole focus.
Ka-Zar's intention was going to The Cosmic Burst Pop Culture Expo, a little virtual gathering for fans to appreciate the geeky culture. Odessa Prince, her ex-girlfriend, used to be her entertainment fiend, a lady whose interests included comics, movies, TV shows, sci-fi, horror, and literature. The dark-haired beauty even penned erotic fan stories based on her imaginative experiences, and earned from them performing in the area of cosplay, where she often dressed up as Diana Prince, aka Wonder Woman.
If she'd been blessed with Lynda Carter's features, Odessa's Wonder Woman costume resembled the perfect match, establishing her as suave and charming at gatherings populated by legions of horny men. As stated, Odessa was a seasoned cosplayer and had close contact with many envious viewers.
No longer a couple, Odessa exited her life due to the pressing need to care for her ailing mother in the U.S, an understandable move at the time. She, however, was forced to take her passion for the geeky lifestyle across the ocean.
The Lady was a geek herself, with a knack for unraveling deep subjects and loving cultural festivities. The ex-lover shared many hours together, bonding over her enthusiasm that lasted for months. Her departure left her with an emptiness that could never be filled by comic-books and other forms of mass media.
Sadly, their erotic pursuits seemed to be the reason their union could not survive in the states, a tumultuous crossroad that could ruin her new life as caregiver and a one-woman support system. Their relationship came to an abrupt end, forcing her out of the relationship despite her efforts to stay.
Familiar with the thirst to gather knowledge and uncover mysteries, she guided Ka-Zar towards a deeper understanding. Under her guidance, she introduced Ka-Zar to more diverse tales of a geek's life, such as Spectacular Spider-Man, X-Men, and many others.
At The Cosmic Burst Pop Culture Expo, Ka-Zar wanted to rekindle the passion she and Odessa once shared. She intended to connect with fellow fans and revel in the thrill thereof. Sex was not the initial goal, forged and an afterthought. The event marked her attempt to rekindle the excitement she shared with her ex-lover.
Before long, under Odessa's management, I became infatuated with The Boys, The Doom Patrol, and The Umbrella Academy along with the entire Star Wars and Marvel universes. Online comics were a newfound source of joy for me, in addition to my pre-existing love for WWE.
Although I wasn't a prominent figure in the cosplay world like Odessa, dressing up as Ka-Zar again was enthralling to me. The previous year, Odessa and I had attended The Halloween Fest Pop Culture Convention as Ka-Zar and Wonder Woman, and I had a blast there...despite being completely naked and slightly humiliated. [Read Story: "Oz Beach Boy Nude At Halloween Fest"]
Yet, I couldn't wait to immerse myself in the anticipated geek hubbub of The Cosmic Burst Pop Culture Expo, which was taking place in a massive hall in Sydney's western suburbs - a different locale from The Halloween Fest Pop Culture Convention, closer to my coastline abode.
With notable guests like Late Night With The Devil actor David Dastmalchian, Talk To Me directors Danny and Michael Philippou, Australian horror legend John Jarratt, American genre luminaries Barbara Crampton and Bill Moseley, Star Trek: Strange New Worlds' Celia Rose Gooding, and numerous other stars, The Cosmic Burst Pop Culture Expo was shaping up to be a blast. I was eager, and it also brought back fond memories of Odessa.
I donned a coat, hopped in my car, and made the sixty-minute ride to the exhibition center in Sydney's western suburbs. I secured a park space about ten minutes away from the venue, and rapidly approached it, my body mostly concealed by the coat.
Fortunately, there was a suit storage area where I could leave my coat and wallet while carrying only my keys and phone within my fur shoes.
The cloakroom attendant smiled as I removed my coat and presented it to her. "Wow, you look incredible...I didn't expect someone to cosplay as Tarzan. It's so old-school...sick, dawg, I like it."
"I'm not Tarzan, though," I clarified, even if I'd be told this several times that day. "I'm Ka-Zar, the Lord of the Savage Land...from Marvel Comics?"
"Yes, I know," she replied. "Didn't he battle The X-Men and Spider-Man?"
"That's right," I responded. "You seem well versed in the subject matter."
"That's just my job, bro," the cloakroom attendant responded, then gazed at me from head to toe. "Want to check anything else in? Your fur hip-wraps, perhaps?"
"Probably not," I said, rather unsure of her motives. "I'd need those."
"Bummer," she insisted, before winking. "I'd really like to see what's under there...I bet it's truly...marvelous."
"You'll have to wait and see," I responded, smiling as the attendant handed me my pass, which I tucked into my boot. "Ka-Zar could use a little superpower, if you know what I mean."
"Oh yes, Ka-Zar," she replied with a laugh, "he doesn't have much else."
"Ka-Zar is boss," I called after her.
In actuality, Ka-Zar didn't have any genuine superpowers, but he was an fascinating, minor Marvel Comics character, and I was a devotee. I could've selected Captain America or Thor, or someone more essential, but there was something about Ka-Zar...he personified my inner exhibitionist tendencies.
Upon presenting my ticket, I strolled right into The Cosmic Burst Pop Culture Expo with intense excitement. I was comforted by the sight of numerous individuals in arrangement clothing: superheroes, Star Wars figures, Star Trek, Stranger Things, and numerous other famous characters.
"Ooh, neat!" exclaimed a woman in a Black Widow attire as she walked by, admiring my chiseled physique. "We should induct you into The Avengers, honey."
"Anytime," I said, watching her elegantly stroll away. "Anytime..."
Sashaying through the convention hall, I took in the sights of fellow cosplayers and the vast rows of merchandise on display. I leafed through comic books, examined collectibles, and tried not to blatantly ogle the many nearly naked women dressed in fantasy wear. The last thing I wanted was a slap in the face from someone whose skin-tight leather bikini barely covered more than my own loincloth.
"Would you two like a photo?" a female voice from behind me inquired. "Love your Conan the Barbarian getup and whatnot."
I glanced back to see three girls in their early twenties with dyed black hair, dramatic eye makeup, pale skin, and matching heavy metal band shirts: Slipknot, Pantera, and Killswitch Engage. Jeans and sneakers rounded out their outfits, but the tightness of these attire further accentuated their already voluptuous figures.
"Nah, that's not me," I said, frowning. "I'm actually Ka-Zar, the Lord of the Savage Land...from Marvel."
"Well, you're a buff dude in a loincloth," Slipknot Girl chimed in. "I don't care who you're supposed to be. We want a photo."
"We can bring you in the middle with us," Pantera Girl instructed her friend. "A nice shot... perfect for our Instruction."
"Sure, go ahead," I said and positioned myself between the two.
The girls were eager hands made their way up my chest and abs, soft fingers brushing over my well-groomed body hair. The sensation was pure bliss for me as I enjoy being touched, teased, and groped.
"Feel how rock-hard he is!" Slipknot Girl hooted. "Rock-hard like an actual rock!"
"He's built like a tank and his abs are solid!" Pantera Girl commented with awe. "He should totally just be naked."
We struck a few poses, and Killswitch Engage Girl snapped a few photos, capturing the moment. Slipknot Girl and Pantera Girl couldn't keep their hands off me, gripping my muscles and feeling my pecs through my loincloth. I gingerly placed my hands on their shoulders, flexing my biceps as they fondled me.
"You think he's wearing anything under his loincloth?" Slipknot Girl mused. "Underpants or something? Or maybe he's just got a shirt over his ballsack?"
"Let's find out!" Pantera Girl exclaimed. "Let's peek underneath!"
Caught off guard, I tried to resist as the two pulled up the side of my loincloth, but the firm grip of the heavy metal fans made it difficult not to comply. As I was coerced into exposing my middle, I instantly reacted like a female donning a short kilt skirt and fended them off, but they swiftly righted the loincloth and quickly inspected what lay beneath.
"It's just like underwear," Pantera Girl remarked, giggling. "Hey, what's that? Is that his penis? I'm going to grab it!"
"Hey, stop that!" I exclaimed as Pantera Girl clutched my flaccid member. "Don't touch that!"
"Calm down, ladies!" a guy dressed as Austin Powers prodded, walking by with an amused grin. "You're not allowed to do that here! Please!"
"C'mon, oui? Behave." said an attractive woman dressed as Foxxy Cleopatra. "No sexually-inappropriate behavior, sugar!"
Pandering to their admonishment, the two girls let me go and Killswitch Engage Girl snatched a few more photos. I could feel my cock grow a bit as the heavy metal trio couldn't stop staring at me, empowered by their very public encounter.
"We'll see ya later, Ka-Zar!" Killswitch Engage Girl called out. "Stay safe out there! Don't lose your loincloth!"
I gave a small grin, shook my head, and wandered away. A few instants subsequent to re-joining the overcrowded hustle and bustle of The Cosmic Burst Pop Culture Expo, I felt the unmistakable sensation of my behind being pinched. I felt tiny, dexterous fingers tugging at the fibrous tissue of my erect rear through the faux fur of my loincloth. I quickly glanced around, startled that I was being groped once again so soon.
"Apologies, I couldn't help myself," stated an incredibly attractive young lady cosplaying Ahsoka from the Star Wars TV show. "I'd like to utilize The Force to obliterate all your clothes...if they can even be called such!"
"Come on...some degree of respect," I conveyed weakly. "Perhaps, indeed?"
"In such attire?" Ahsoka Girl retorted with a smirk, and then ambled away. "Puh-lease, truly?"
Although somewhat shocked by the degree of harassment I was enduring, I strolled joyfully across the hall, perusing further booths, and snapping a few friendly images with people who, mercifully, didn't grope me or yell at me. It was a welcome change.
A smattering of young girls touched my biceps and whistled, but for a short span at least, it was only good, clean, highly geeky entertainment. I even chuckled with a couple of Ka-Zar supporters regarding how awesome he is, and the epically silly development he enjoys.
"He merits his own film," one person specified, "or at the very least, a Disney+ program...everyone's got their own show...I mean, She-Hulk? Honestly?"
"She-Hulk is cool as well," I responded. "That's a decent show."
"She's fucking lame!" the individual sneered. "And the show stinks!"
"We'll have to disagree on that point," I remarked, and we left it at that.
As I carried on my expedition throughout the frantic floor of The Cosmic Burst Pop Culture Expo, I happened upon a most remarkable and erotic sight. There, across the floor and extricating herself from a photo taken with two delighted, young persons, was an unbelievably lovely young woman dressed as Tigra. I couldn't believe my eyes...Tigra!
A second-tier Marvel superhero on the same reproachful tier as Ka-Zar, Tigra was one of my ex-girlfriend Odessa's preferred characters, and simply the sight of someone portraying her left my heart momentarily melting. My thoughts flashbacked to the numerous blissful moments when I'd eliminated Odessa's snug Tigra t-shirt, eradicated her bra, and then engorged on her massive, superb breasts.
"Tigra is so inadequately esteemed," Odessa would frequently lament, even once while I was licking her. "She's so cool...people have no idea."
A character with an intricate historical narrative that has evolved across various iterations during Tigra's many-decade sojourn within the Marvel Comics universe, she is essentially a cat-like female with super strength, agility...and a tail.
Tigra has collaborated with Marvel's tier-one superhero squad, The Avengers, and other important figures, and despite coming near to receiving her own animated team-up series with the also underrated character Dazzler, Marvel's feline cat-lady has never truly garnered the admiration she deserves.
It seemed like I'd at long last found someone who actually corresponded with my ex-girlfriend Odessa's appreciation for this underappreciated second- or even third-rate character from the astounding world of Marvel Comics.
As if prompted by a tractor beam, I slowly traversed the floor of The Cosmic Burst Pop Culture Expo toward the beautiful woman costumed as Tigra. I was so electrified and enchanted by this mind-blowing vision of beauty that I hardly scanned to see where I was going.
"Hey, be cautious, comrade!" vocalized a significantly unnerving person impeccably clad as bald-headed Austin Butler in Dune: Part Two. "Watch where you're striding!"
"Sorry, Feyd-Rautha," I responded, addressing him by his character's name, which caused an unsettling smile to materialize on his face.
I halted, standing still on the exposition floor, and looked intently at the stunning young woman clad as Tigra. She was grinning and posing for photographs with three twenty-something young women. Striking an extremely stylish pose, Tigra displayed her well-toned arms' muscles while the young women grinned next to her.
"She is undeniably alluring, is she not?" intoned a thirty-something gentleman in a smart suit and blatant rubber bald cap from underneath me.
I looked down to discover that he was a middle-aged man in a slick outfit and exaggerated rubber bald cap, impersonating The X-Men's chief, Professor Charles Xavier. He regarded me and winked. Although he was far too young for the role, Xavier's manner of clothing was entirely exceptional, and his Patrick Stewart-style voice was utterly flawless.
"Totally, she's splendid," I whispered back quietly. "She's so extraordinary...nearly as fabulous as you." [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tigra_%28Marvel_Comics%29](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tigra_(Marvel_Comics%29)
"Thanks, sir," said the supposed Professor Charles Xavier, scheming deeper into the role. "You two fit together...two underappreciated characters from Marvel Comics, dressed up elegantly and entertaining the spectators. Advance, young man...display your presence to this stunning young lady. Chase your future...I have a hunch about this."
"Thanks, Professor," I replied half-jokingly. "I may just perform that. That's just the push I need."
I traversed the exhibition hall toward Tigra, and all of a sudden felt a tug on the back of my loincloth. I assumed it could have been someone I knew endeavoring to get my attention (since none of my buddies would actually attend a pop culture fair, sadly), so I instead turned around to find two Japanese twenty-somethings pulling the back of my loincloth from my body. A blatantly brazen move to surreptitiously examine my butt.
"Wow, what a terrific butt," whispered one of the Japanese women in a faint accent as she cast her glance down the back of my loincloth. "Sexy Tarzan!"
"So sleek!" added her friend. "Like woman! So attractive!"
Wearing gaudy anime t-shirts, loud shorts, and extravagant sneakers, combined with electrifying, vibrant hairstyles, these two Japanese females were quite a show. I was startled by their lewd forwardness, with both of them staring right at my partially uncovered butt. Then, even more astonishingly, one of the girls stood up her right hand down the back of my loincloth and began to squeeze my butt cheeks.
"Oooh, so tight...so hard," she cooed as her friend encircled me from behind and teasingly stroked my chest and abs. "Muscular man..."
"He's so robust," said the second woman as she traced her cool fingers over my chiseled abs and headed down toward the front of my loincloth.
With a hearty chuckle, the crafty Japanese woman slid her right hand down my phony loincloth and momentarily cupped my penis. It was an enchanting, if slightly troubling, sensation, yet Tigra was the one who had ignited something in me. I craved to talk to her...and ideally, more.
"Hey, hold up," I pleaded as the exploitative Japanese woman tightened her grip on my penis, while her friend attempted to tear off my loincloth with both hands. "You can't do that! Let go of my dick! I'll summon security!"
Much stronger and larger than the two Japanese women, I gently but with some force extracted myself from their lewd liaisons, and slipped away from their reaching fingers. Embarrassed by my threat to fetch security, the two Japanese women eased off, and subsequently released me with melancholy frowns on their lovely countenances.
Ordinarily, I would have jumped at the opportunity to ease off with the two naughty Japanese girls to whatever risqué finale they might have foretold, but the alluring Tigra had a strong grip on my sizable member, but metaphorically at this stage. I closely advanced toward her with a sense of true determination and gnawing desperation.
Standing for another photo, this time with a cheerful couple, Tigra was dazzling. In place of Tigra's actual orange fur, the woman was covered in orange body paint, with immaculately aligned black tiger stripes running the length of her body.
Tigra's hair was wild, long, and orange, and, though it seemed her own, and not a wig, it was wildly styled. Even beneath the body paint, the woman's facial characteristics were solid and defined, and she was patently beautiful.
Even more revealing than me, the Tigra cosplayer donned just a meager black bikini with phony animal teeth attached to the hips; one of Tigra's sexiest and daring costumes, and she clearly wasn't afraid to sport it in public.
If hunting for a costume, she could have safely worn one of Tigra's one-piece leotards or more conservative two-piece ensembles, but this Tigra woman was evidently not timid about her figure...and with great reason.
The provocative, revealing bikini costume exhibited the Tigra girl's figure to remarkable effect. She was tall and linear, with wonderfully toned arms and legs. Although she wasn't particularly muscular, the Tigra girl had a truly athletic physique, but with some curves too.
Her breasts were average-sized and rather well-shaped, as if they'd literally been modeled after the Marvel Comics character's bosom. Similar to her on-page inspiration, this gal was a stunner.
To enhance the entire saucy presentation, the Tigra girl also had a comic-accurate tail affixed to the rear of her bikini bottoms. It was lengthy and thick and orange with black tiger stripes and seemed entirely sensible. As before, I was most astounded by this resourceful and uninhibited cosplayer's resolve and requirement.
"Wow, you look fantastic," I remarked, finally making a move after the pair had wrapped up their photoshoot...and the male half of the duo had ceased ogling Tigra's lightly undulating, bikini-clad breasts.
"Thank you," replied the Tigra woman in a deep, alluring voice. "You look handsome as well...I've never met anyone at a convention dressed as Ka-Zar! Do you make any money from it?"
"No...it's just for amusement," I answered. "I have a soft spot for the character."
"I bet you enjoy showing off that body, too, don't you?" Tigra inquired with a smile.
"Uh, um," I stammered in response.
"It's alright...I wasn't being unkind...you possess an incredible body. I like flaunting my body, as well...I enjoy getting photographed and being gazed at. I work hard...it's all part of the fun."
"That's neat," I said, feeling a tad embarrassed. "Yes, I also like being appreciated...I work out a lot to maintain my physical condition."
As we started to move deeper into the conversation, a cluster of teenagers in an array of Marvel Comics shirts surrounded us, drawing out their smartphones, evidently planning to inquire for a photo. They were all smiles, and they also appeared well-informed in their comic book lore.
"Oh my god," one guy exclaimed. "Tigra and Ka-Zar! Now that's a partnership! Can we get a photo of you two together? Please?"
I glanced at Tigra, and she returned my gaze with a grin. We both smiled, recognizing the opportunity to have a little fun posing for pictures together. We both shifted and posed, me flexing my muscles and Tigra girl assuming a stance that provided the best viewing angle achievable for the pack of teenage comic book geeks, who chuckled enthusiastically as they took a sequence of images.
"Thanks for that," said one of the teenage girls. "These pics will look amazing. You two are stunning...you make quite the pair!"
"Happy clients!" Tigra remarked when the teens had made their exit. "Shall we go for a walk, Ka-Zar?"
"That would be lovely, Tigra," I replied with a grin. "I'm..."
"Shhh...shhh...shhh," Tigra interjected swiftly, halting me. "No names...I'm Tigra and you're Ka-Zar, okay? I'm from Perth...I'm off home shortly after this expo...I don't want to be involved in anything. No names, okay?"
"Oh," I responded with a hint of disappointment. "Fine..."
"Don't be downhearted though, Ka-Zar," Tigra whispered, winking playfully, "that doesn't imply we can't have sex!"
"Oh my god," I nearly coughed, barely able to conceal my excitement. "Oh, wow..."
We attracted numerous envious glances as we strolled around the expo, investigating the various booths and displays, and chatting amicably the whole time. Tigra, however, maintained the discussion entirely within the realm of comic books and pop culture. When I attempted to inquire about Perth and Tigra's career, Tigra placed a finger to her lips.
"No personal information," she said softly, and we resumed our conversation about the classic X-Men "Dark Phoenix" storyline.
Tigra expressed great interest in all things Marvel, and conversed with particular proficiency concerning the history and primary plot points of her chosen cosplay character. The beautiful redhead even enlightened me on aspects of Ka-Zar.
We chatted about our favorite comic book movies, and our pop culture interaction revived pleasant recollections of my time with Odessa. And just like Odessa, Tigra possessed a lewd, sexual, and endearing curiosity in the sex lives of comic book characters, which was arousing.
"There should be nudity in Marvel comics specifically tailored for adults," Tigra declared with earnestness. "I'd adore seeing The Punisher's penis, wouldn't you? Imagine a comic book spread with him showering after a violent battle, then stepping out, fully exposed...how cool would that be?"
"That would be cool," I responded. "I wouldn't mind seeing Scarlet Witch without her outfit...or Black Widow."
"Yeah, I'd agree," Tigra said. "Guys and girls! Equality! I mean, they exhibited the issue of superhero nudity when Thor gets disrobed by Zeus in Thor: Love & Thunder...that's still one of the most incredible things I've ever seen...picture if we were to see his penis! How awesome would that be?"
"I doubt that would ever happen," I said. "Chris Hemsworth wouldn't want his penis on display for the world...and I don't think the bigwigs at Disney are prepared for superhero dick quite yet!"
"I'm with ya," I chuckled, adjusting my foolishly long blonde wig. "I'm on your team!"
After a brief pause, Tigra asked with a naughty grin, "Do you ever...um, masturbate while reading comics?"
"Yup," I answered, following a lengthy pause. "I'm ashamed to say that I masturbated to Psylocke just once. Have you?"
"I have," Tigra spoke softly. "Captain America without his shirt...I'll leave it at that."
The conversation about naked superheroes, exposed comic book genitals, and Marvel masturbation, along with the unmistakable lip-locking sexiness of the live Tigra, sent me through the roof. My cock was making its presence known in my loincloth, while sweat beads rolled down my forehead. Just as I was nearing the brink of pornographic levels of arousal, Tigra raised the stakes.
"I've always thought there was a ton of sexual heat between Tigra and Ka-Zar," Tigra teased with a cheeky smile. "They're both second-rate bad guys. They're both wild, animal-like characters with phenomenal physiques...how could they not be great sexually, right?"
"Yup," I said apprehensively, letting Tigra guide us in this sexual game. "I've definitely thought the same thing. Tigra and Ka-Zar would be extremely hot together."
"Wanna test this theory out?" Tigra suggested. "Should we find a more secluded spot here?"
"Let's have a look," I said, scanning the gigantic, expansive space of The Cosmic Burst Pop Culture Expo. "There must be a room or storage closet or something like that. Are we really doing this?"
"Definitely!" Tigra laughed. "You're gonna do me, that's for certain. Let's search!"
We wandered around the expo, and eventually found a massive exit door. I gestured to it, and we both approached it. Tigra gently nudged it open and we both peaked inside. We were met with a long, wide corridor lined with signs, wall lights, garbage bins, and a range of doors. Tigra and I grinned at each other, and then retreated from the busy expo floor and into the peaceful corridor.
I looked back for any staff members who had witnessed us opening the door, but it seemed like we were in the clear. I did notice pseudo-Professor Charles Xavier watching us from across the expo with a smirk on his face; he flashed two fingers to his head and pointed at me, his expression fondly approving. I returned the gesture and nodded my head.
"Thanks, Professor X," I whispered.
We quickly, stealthily walked along the corridor until we approached a door labeled "Cleaner." Tigra and I exchanged another grin, then pushed the door inward. It creaked loudly, but we suppressed our laughter upon entering the small storage room full of brooms, mops, buckets, shelves, cardboard boxes, and various other cleaning equipment.
"This is it," Tigra sighed. "This is where Tigra and Ka-Zar finally get the Marvel Team-Up they always deserved. This is where the deed goes down!"
"Holy smokes," I murmured, stunned. "This is straight out of a fantasy. I can't believe this is actually happening."
"And my top task is to strip that furry loincloth so I can get a peek at your fang-flaunting tiger," Tigra joked, lowering her voice. "I want to see what's beneath, Ka-Zar. I want to see that boner of yours."
Tigra turned around and pushed open the door into the cleaning storeroom, motiously beckoning me to join her. As I stepped inside, she reached up and gently grabbed my butt through my fake-fur loincloth with her orange-painted right hand, then squeezed hard and tight.
"If only Stan Lee was here to see us now," Tigra sighed. "Oh, what a sight! Two underdog characters from Marvel finally coming together!"
"You'd like it if Stan Lee watched?" I asked, astonished. "You'd like him to see us making love?"
"Well, he's like God, isn't he?" Tigra pondered. "So, he's most likely watching us, even if he didn't technically create Tigra. He has responsibility over all of us, right?"
"For me, he certainly did," I said with a smile. "Stan Lee co-created Ka-Zar...Kirby too."
Don't forget about King Kirby," Tigra teased with a sly grin. "You can't forget about King Kirby."
We snuggled into the cramped supply closet, and then softly shut the door behind us. The space was barely big enough for the two of us, and the delicate scent of Tigra's perfume and body paint floated tantalizingly toward my senses.
The atmosphere was dominated by anticipation...it's a feeling like no other when you know you're about to experience sexual intercourse with someone for the first time; the mix of thrill and uncertainty and self-doubt can be almost unbearable.
Simply being in this small closet with Tigra stimulated me sexually. I'm easily aroused at the best of times, and the thrill of being near this enthusiastically dressed comic-book aficionado really heightened my desire. Tigra eyed me, her gaze seductively fixed on me.
"Remove your waistcloth," Tigra commanded firmly. "I want to see Ka-Zar exposed...I want to see Ka-Zar's penis."
"What about my footwear?" I questioned. "On or off?"
"You can keep those on," Tigra instructed. "I just want to see your penis, not your feet. I am stronger than you, so do as I say."
"Yes, Tigra," I acquiesced happily.
With a salacious smirk, I grabbed the edges of my waistcloth, and then eased it down my hips. Tigra stared directly at my crotch, never taking her gaze off me as I de-robed for her amusement. First, the sparse patch of male-groomed, sandy brown pubic hair became visible, and I noted Tigra's grin at the result of my grooming efforts.
I pushed my waistcloth down further, using my hands to remove it entirely. I carefully stowed my discarded waistcloth and make-believe weapon on a higher shelf next to a large bucket of detergent.
In the cramped closet, there I stood, completely naked except for my boots, necklace, and wrist bands. The attractive redhead's eyes expanded significantly as she finally saw me without the benefit of my waistcloth. Tigra locked her eyes on my exposed cock and testicles, scrutinizing them closely.
Similar to many of my previous partners, the sexy dress-up fan was clearly startled by the sheer size of my manhood, which hangs flaccid nearly to my knees when soft. I'm blessed with a large, thick penis and sizeable, dangling testicles, and they often evoke a response of amazement when first seen...Tigra's gaze of suppressed shock was in line with how most women respond to me.
"Good gracious," Tigra said excitedly. "You definitely are a big guy. That truly is a massive cock indeed. If you were to draw a superhero's penis, that would be it...that would be it."
"I'm glad you approve," I responded, and sensually traced my hand down the length of my shaft. "It's at your disposal."
I was incredibly aroused being naked in front of Tigra...I couldn't resist. I strove to maintain my cool, but it was an impossible task. In a few short moments, I felt my gigantic, flaccid penis swell, harden, and then erupt from my body, fully and ragingly erect. My enormous, rigid shaft and correspondingly ample scrotum swayed from side to side as I frantically tried to maneuver my waistcloth over my boots. I carefully placed my abandoned waistcloth and pretend sword on a shelf.
In this little closet, I stood before Tigra completely naked save for my boots, necklace, and wrist cuffs. The fetching redhead's eyes widened dramatically and her mouth hung agape as she peered at me without the distraction of my waistcloth. Tigra stared straight at my revealed cock and testicles, pondering their immense size.
Much like numerous of my past lovers, the alluring Tigra was evidently somewhat taken aback by the magnitude of my cock, which hangs pendulous almost to my knees. I'm fortunate to have a long, thick penis and large, hanging testicles, and they usually evoke a shocked response upon being comprehended for the first time...Tigra's expression of barely hidden horror was in accordance with how many females instinctively react to me.
"Good Lord," Tigra sultrily murmured. "The amount of your member...you're hung like a donkey. That must be one of the biggest things in The Savage Land!"
"Tigra," I muttered frantically. "Tigra..."
With a mischievous grin, Tigra removed her back clasp and shrugged off her bikini top, allowing it to fall to the floor. I watched intently, my massive erect boner throbbing with anticipation. I was so eager to see Tigra's breasts that I could scarcely restrain myself, my scrotum secreting pre-cum copiously.
Tigra removed her bikini top, allowing her supple, well-formed breasts to sag freely. Unexpectedly, Tigra's entire body was covered in orange body paint, even the parts hidden by her bikini top. The body paint made her appear even sexier.
Tigra's breasts were wonderfully formed, with small, pinkish-black nipples and areolas - the color of which I could no longer discern due to the body paint. Tigra's breasts hung beautifully against her torso, firm and ample and utterly enticing.
The attractive Tigra's hips were nicely curved while her legs were long and slender. My jaw dropped in awe as I took in Tigra's orange-painted body from top to bottom. Tigra smirked at me, then ran her hands over her impressively flat and toned orange-painted tummy. She looked simply stunning. I felt like I was dreaming...I almost felt like I was in a Marvel comic-book...a very sexy one.
Her sizable breasts bouncing and jiggling with each movement, Tigra then slipped her black, skimpy bikini bottoms and attached orange tiger-tail down over her hips. The beautiful redhead let her bikini bottoms and tail drop to the floor, stepping out of them gracefully. Tigra's pubic area was waxed incredibly smooth and free of hair, and following suit, her entire body was painted in an even coat of orange. This girl was invested in her cosplay!
"Now I'm naked too," Tigra whispered. "If I truly had carpet, it would match the curtains, I promise. I'm all-natural, Ka-Zar...there's nothing fake about me, dude. What do you think, Ka-Zar, Lord of the Savage Land?"
"Oh, I think...I think you're beautiful...stunning," I stuttered. "Your body is perfect."
"So is yours," Tigra replied. "It's like you were torn from the pages of a comic-book."
"You too," I said, beaming.
As my erection grew more and more intense, I could feel chills radiate up my spine. Tigra slowly perused my body, her eyes lingering in particular on my pulsating cock and swaying balls. The beautiful redhead grinned to herself.
"Have sex with me, Ka-Zar," Tigra demanded. "Let's make this the ultimate Marvel crossover event! Let's do it. Let's not spend too long in here though, in case we get caught...we don't have much time."
I wished more than anything to go down on Tigra and lick the paint from her vulva. I thoroughly enjoy licking ladies out, and the image of sliding my tongue into Tigra's waxed, orange-painted vagina was very appealing.
The thought of using my tongue to explore Tigra's entire body consumed me. I would've enjoyed drawing out this moment, but I accepted that this would be a quickie.
Tigra leaned up against a stack of cardboard boxes filled with cleaning supplies, ready for me. Her muscles tensed, her legs spread wide, and I moved closer. I kissed Tigra deeply on the neck, and whooshed - orange body paint rubbed off onto my cheeks and tongue.
Neglecting the peculiar sensation, I placed myself between Tigra's firm, toned and wonderfully elastic limbs. The strong legs excited me even more. Putting myself in place, I pressed gently against Tigra's labia with the head of my cock until I felt them slowly part for me. I grunted in pleasure and anticipation, hoping to avoid being entirely covered in paint.
Resting against the boxes of cleaning supplies behind her, Tigra braced herself. I pushed against her orange-painted lips steadily until they stretched wide to accommodate me forcefully.
"Oh, Ka-Zar," Tigra growled. "Fuck me...fuck me, Ka-Zar!"
Shaking the boxes slightly beside us, I jerked into Tigra, driving myself into her as far as I could go. Tigra groaned lowly as I entered her completely, her vagina lips spread wide for me.
Urging myself forwards, I thrust hard against Tigra with abandon, relishing the feeling. I pawed at Tigra's swinging breasts with my eager hands, connecting with my breath of her and the fragrance of her cologne, shampoo, hairspray, and body-paint wafting towards me. Creating a rhythmic pattern, I pounded Tigra's pussy with tremendous gusto.
Despite my excitement in imagining hooking up with someone at The Cosmic Burst Pop Culture Expo, I'd relieved myself twice (both while picturing my ex-girlfriend Odessa slipping out of her incredible Wonder Woman attire) only moments before attending, thus ensuring my orgasm would be delayed. I suffer from a recurring issue with premature climaxing so masturbation is necessary for me to avoid humiliation.
I was ecstatic about maintaining my moment with the stunning Tigra for longer than I would've if I hadn't relieved myself earlier. The exhilaration and relief from my extended stamina boosted my already heightened arousal even more. I penetrated Tigra repeatedly, grinding my hips and cherishing each second.
Tigra groaned with restraint but obvious pleasure, "Oh, yes," she moaned, "Don't stop...fuck me, Ka-Zar. Fuck me like you're an A-grade Marvel superhero!"
My flesh against Tigra's lithe, athletic body was extremely thrilling, but having us both dressed was exciting as well. I've indulged in sexual role play and fantasies previously, including some intense BDSM and cross-dressing, and it always enhances my excitement levels. I adore the erotic fantasy aspect of it all.
As I gazed down at Tigra's nude, orange-painted physique and glanced at my costume wristbands, necklace, and fur boots, I imagined both of us in the dense jungles of The Savage Land, taking a break from a risky mission to make love in the midst of our dangerous endeavor. The fact I didn't know much about this lovely lady - not even her real name - made it easier for me to fully immerse in the steamy situation.
Continuing to explore Tigra, I was ridiculously turned on by the superhuman vigor of my cock buried deep within her. I thrust into her with unbridled passion, fucking her as I imagined Ka-Zar would, eager to see how closely we matched. I pumped my hips vigorously, kissing Tigra's face and neck with utter devotion, smearing her body paint even further.
With Tigra's moans and cries of unbridled ecstasy, she begged, "Yes, Ka-Zar, don't stop, baby...keep going...Your incredible agility...that's who you are, baby...that's who you are!"
"Oh, my god," I panted enthusiastically. "You're so irresistible..."
The cardboard boxes in the storage room cracked and shuffled as I relentlessly fucked Tigra, whose stunning, slender face contorted in intense pleasure and anticipation of climax. She was keenly aware of people possibly walking by in the hallway and hearing our actions.
Simultaneously reaching climax, we condensed our combined, glorious release - Tigra's face and body convincing everyone we were two superheroes indulging in a very private moment together.
Muffled, passionate grunts and gasps filled the tiny storage room as I unleashed bolts of heavenly pleasure throughout my muscular body just as Tigra reached her peak. Like a superhero embracing his duty, I pounded and thrust with ethereal, savage dominance, consummating our intense passion.
Tigra shuddered and gasped, unable to contain herself, "Ka-Zar," she cried out raspingly, "You're breathtaking...that was incredible...your cock feels like it belongs in my vadge, like Kirby intended it that way. That was so hot!"
My heart was racing, and I breathed heavily in the tight storage room. I carefully withdrew my softening member from Tigra's sodden pussy and leaned against the cartons and shelves behind her, enthusiastically attempting to reclaim my composure.
"Oh, Tigra," I gasped, "you're magnificent."
Tigra chuckled at her playful comment, "Cover yourself, Ka-Zar." She handed me my fur loincloth and smiled, "Rest.”
My reflection on Tigra's appearance through the window panes brought back thoughts of the awe-inspiring and sensual creations in her comic book likeness. She was a stunning creature, but I needed to get back into my loose clothing and feel the soft fabric against my skin for the final act of my small, joyous escapade in her company.
"Alright," I said with a grin. "A bare Tigra would definitely catch the fans' attention, but it's best to be cautious."
As Tigra slipped into her bikini bottoms, I was treated to a delightful glimpse at her privates. Her tail swished back and forth, and her boobs jiggled seductively as she fastened her bikini top. Instantly, Tigra's enticing bosom was once more concealed from view. Despite the fact that her body parts were now covered up, I couldn't tear my gaze away from her.
As I slid my loincloth back over my muscular form, I grinned and then pressed my lips against Tigra's. She returned my enthusiasm, and I was astounded to be experiencing such an incredible moment, feeling like I was in the middle of a raunchy comic book and sharing a bond with one of Marvel's most alluring heroines. The whole experience was extraordinary and incredibly gratifying.
Eventually, we parted ways. I gazed into Tigra's captivating features, now sporting a blend of pale skin and orange makeup, and smiled warmly. It was then that I realized this was the end of our seductive cosplay rendezvous. Tigra made it crystal clear that our one-night stand in the storeroom wouldn't be a continuing tale. Our relationship was limited to a single comic book installment.
"You might need to reapply some of your body paint," I whispered, adjusting my lengthy blonde wig. "I might have accidentally removed some of your makeup."
"Yes, I have more in my bag in the dressing room," Tigra replied, heading towards the door of the storage room. "I have to get changed and sort myself out."
"So, is this really the end for us, Tigra?" I asked quietly.
"Yes, Ka-Zar," Tigra confirmed, opening the door and allowing the bright corridor light to flood into the storeroom. "It was an amazing experience, Ka-Zar...you're truly The Lord of the Savage Land...especially the one between my legs."
"And you, Tigra," I said to the stunning Tigra dressed as a Marvel superhero, your fingers running through your hair. "You're the best, sweetest, and biggest pussy I've ever had. What just transpired between us was nothing short of Marvellous."
That's it! If you're into cosplay sex with Matt, check out my previous stories "Beach Boy & Oz Coming Together", "Beach Boy & Odessa Engage in Roleplay", "Beach Boy & Odessa...Caught!", and "Beach Boy at the Halloween Parade Unmasked".
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