I have been wanting to go to one of the Comic gyp for a while now. Finally, I had the chance. All excited I set out shopping for something in a costume store to founder me an idea on what I can dress up as. Halloween was around the recess and the shop class was packed with all sorts of 'sexy something'costumes. I was n't able to find anything I could really use to create a comic account book superhero. Dejected, I was about to leave when I noticed this really precious school girl costume on one of the manikin. It was n't exactly superhero cloth, but I could use it as a base for some anime character. I could actually preen up for the Con.

As I swiped my calling card for the costume, it occurred to me that the costume was going to be used for more than just the Con. I almost giggled at the counter ... and had an special bounce to my stair as I got to the car. My side by side occlusive was the intimate apparel store.

I gave you a outcry and asked if you could send packing by my place after you are done shopping with your kinsfolk. You said you 'd think about it. I did n't believe it might be possible for you to express up on a Friday ... but I had to ask. well, I could forge on my costume after lunch ... the dame was too short for Zanzibar copal schoolgirls !

I decided to bake some cupcakes for you. Just a little surprisal for tomorrow. Put them in the oven and whipped up a bucket of cream. Made a batch of chocolate sauce too. Stored them away. I would ice the cupcakes at night. Then I had a farsighted soak in the tub ... which took tenacious as I was 'thinking'about you. All freshly scrubbed and a little flushed from the exciting/relaxing soaking I sit down to alter the costume. That 's when the doorbell rings.

I look through the spyhole and it 's you. I am still wearing my bathrobe and feeling a bit naughty. I let my robe nightfall open loosely, showing off quite a bit of cleavage before I open the door.

One look at me and your eyebrows shoot up, you scoot in and you pull me away from the door and slam it shut. `` Is this how you open the door for masses ? '' `` No ... just for the cute guy wire. '' `` Shameless woman ! ``

You push me to the wall and whisper in my ear as you undo the robe, `` I do n't want you wearing anything when you open the room access for me. And when you are with me, not a stitch. '' I manage to burst liberate and bet on up a bit and teasing you, `` We 'll see about that. '' I dash to the sleeping accommodation as you lunge to snap up me and shut the door. You stand on the other slope and warn me that this will cost me dearly.

I do n't wan na proceed you waiting and stewing, so I rush to pull on my pyjamas. That 's when I see the schoolgirl costume. Yes, the skirt is too suddenly for laughable con and needs to be altered, but it is perfect to torture you with.

I quickly put on the lace and satin pair of undergarments. The bra is a demi-cup, under-wired one. I know it looks dependable on me. Then I pull on the short plaid wench and instead of buttoning up the white shirt completely, I just button up the in-between two and then tie up the shirt tails under my boob. I look in the mirror and I think it will do, my whisker wo n't though ... I grab a match of scrunchies, there is no time to braid pigtails, so I just make two side ponies ... besides, it looks cuter than braids. Then I pull on my leg heater over my ankle joint socks coz I ca n't determine my stockings.

I open my bedroom door and peep out. You are back on the couch. When you see me walk to the support room ( I am trying my best inexperienced person, seductive ass jive ), the irritated saying disappears from your human face. You lounge back, relaxed and expect me up from promontory to toe ... letting your eyes caress me. I try to discount that gaze and bite my back talk ... intentionally. Then I turn around and make to move to the kitchen to get you some coffee or coke. `` Come here ! '' buttocks, demanding. Well, I have no choice ... I come forward. You ask me to stand up right in front of you. `` Er ... chocolate ... '', me. `` You do n't have permission to speak until I tell you to. Right now, bring me a rule. '' I have a few biting and feminist retort waiting to be let out ... but that would circulate the situation ... and make it not as fun. So, I swing back to my way and get the rule. I pick the wooden ruler instead of the steel one ... steel is cold. I come back and brook right field where I stood before and paw you the ruler. You take the ruler from me and with it you lift up my wench. Shirley Temple Black lace with a red bow ... somewhat scanty ... not what I would wear unless I have something really naughty on my mind.

You ask me to pull the Osmanli and sit facing you. I sit down, as demurely as potential. You tap my human knee with the rule and indicate that you want them wider apart. With the skirt so short, scanty or not, there is n't a good deal left to the resourcefulness. I am getting hornier by the moment, I close my middle to get a hold on myself. I can finger you trace the swayer on my inner thigh and then you smack my left thigh with the ruler. Ouch. That hurt. hoot ... I should take had a plastic swayer.

'' You need to be disciplined, little girl ! Get your sweet ass off that death chair and kneel down ... here between my legs. '' I do as I am told. Meekly. You pull your trousers down and sit back, letting your cock hang out. `` Now sop up me off, you little jade. nurse me commodity with that hot little mouth of yours. '' I move my handwriting in situation to carry your pecker when you warn me against using my custody. I bend down and envelope your hammer in my mouth. Without my bridge player, it is not easy but the extra feat to keep your cock in my mouth is making me suck harder. I love that spirit of your turncock in my lip. I am all tongue ... swiping from the base to the tip of your cock and back again. You are getting hard and I ca n't wait for you to explode in my mouth. I lift my heart up to you ... wanting to see your enraptured grammatical construction. After a twosome of minutes, you hold my head by my trot tush and root for me back. You have n't cum yet and I pout.

'' Do n't mop ... or a spanking will be the least of your worries. '' I continue to mop. `` You did not come. Not fair. '' `` Did I not warn you about not speaking until I let you ? add up here. Stand here ... in front man of me. in effect. Now turn around, face away ... bend over and engage your panty off. '' This is not going the way I hoped ... the wooden rule hurts. I do n't really need to be spanked with that. I hope you 'd use your palm. I bend over and slide my scanty till my ankles, but you stop me before I step out of them and tell me to stay in that positioning. You trace your finger in a telephone circuit from my bum fling to my bitch and scrape my clitoris with your pollex. I shudder from the skin senses. You tell me that you want me to twist over your genu. I cross my finger's breadth ... hoping you wo n't use the ruler. No such luck. The first smarting blow falls on my redress bum boldness and before I can holler 'ouch'the irregular puff lands across both cheek. I try to count the blows to de-focus the pain in the neck ... but I stop after the 21st blow. The pain makes me pant and I am unbelievably wet ... each blow sends an electric pulse to my clit. It feels so ripe. I think you stop only because your arm ache !

I was hoping I look brave, but I have tears flowing down my face. You tell me to stand up and take my shirt and then my bra off. You make me wear the shirt again ... unbuttoned but loosely knotted at the buttocks. My pap are rock hard. You then secernate me to sit on the ottoman, with my legs spread, infantry resting on the lounge, on either side of you. It hurts to sit on my bum. It burns actually. Then you tell me to finger myself while you watch me. I throw my head back and run the tip of my digit on my cunt sassing. Then I circle it to my clit ... and stroke it, slowly at inaugural ... picking up amphetamine. I am lost in the sensations coursing through me ... moaning ... and imagining you forcing me ... in my head, I am writhing under you as you hold me down and kiss me hard ... I twist and turn to avoid you sliding your cock inside me ... and when you finally thrust into me triumphantly, I crash back to reality with a hot coming ... dripping over my digit. You Order me to solve my fingers which I eagerly do.

'' Come here ... sit on my lap ... facing me. Yes. Now, slide my cock inside you. '' You are rock 'n' roll intemperate. I position your peter and with all that lubrication I slide onto it like a sheath on a well-oiled sword. You grab my shank with one paw and prick my teat. And then you kiss me hard. When your sass leave mine, I slowly set a rhythmic up and down bounce on your cock ... increasing the hurrying as I feel you tighten. `` Are n't you a ill-gotten little whore to have a go at it like this ... bare ... no shame at all ! ``

Frankly, it makes me a little mad. I speed up my rocking, clenching my cunt muscles ... I want you to fill me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the radix of my cervix and bite my brim hard, as you shoot inside me ... and that sets me off too. We both collapse ... you back on the back of the sofa, me with my head on your shoulder ... your cock still inside my twat ... dripping. I manage to move up my oral sex up and kiss you unvoiced ... and to sting your lip, drawing rakehell. Sweet revenge.

After sitting entwined for a mates of bit, we decide to take a shower. We are a lot. Also, I get to go down on you once more.

I remember the cupcakes ... whipped cream and deep brown syrup frosting ... it is literally the perfect 'icing on the cake'! You make chocolate as I frost the cupcakes ... and soon we are eating the whip emollient off each former !