I have been wanting to pay heed one of the comic bunco game for a while now. Finally, I had the luck. All excited I set out shopping for something in a costume shop to give me an idea on what I can dress up as. Hallowe'en was around the corner and the store was packed with all sorts of 'sexy something'costumes. I was n't able to find anything I could really use to create a comedian book superhero. Dejected, I was about to exit when I noticed this really precious schoolhouse girl costume on one of the mannequins. It was n't exactly superhero cloth, but I could use it as a alkali for some gum anime character. I could actually trim up for the Con.

As I swiped my 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 superfluous bounce to my footprint as I got to the car. My following plosive speech sound was the lingerie store.

I gave you a call and asked if you could discharge by my lieu after you are done shopping with your folk music. You said you 'd recollect about it. I did n't consider it might be possible for you to show up on a Friday ... but I had to ask. Well, I could work on my costume after dejeuner ... the wench was too short for anime schoolgirls !

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

I look through the peephole and it 's you. I am still wearing my bathrobe and feeling a bit racy. I let my robe fall 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 close. `` Is this how you open the doorway for masses ? '' `` No ... just for the cute guy. '' `` Shameless adult female ! ``

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 door for me. And when you are with me, not a stitch. '' I manage to discontinue relieve and stake up a bit and tease you, `` We 'll see about that. '' I dash to the sleeping accommodation as you lunge to grab me and shut the door. You stand on the other side of meat and warn me that this will cost me dearly.

I do n't wan na keep you waiting and simmering, so I rush to pull up on my pyjamas. That 's when I see the schoolgirl costume. Yes, the skirt is too short-circuit for funny con and needs to be altered, but it is perfect to rack you with.

I quickly put on the lacing and satin pair of undergarment. The bra is a demi-cup, under-wired one. I know it looks near on me. Then I pull on the curtly plaid bird and instead of buttoning up the ashen shirt completely, I just button up the middle two and then tie up the shirt tails under my boob. I look in the mirror and I think it will do, my hair wo n't though ... I grab a couple of scrunchies, there is no fourth dimension to braid pigtails, so I just make two side ponies ... besides, it looks cuter than gold braid. Then I pull on my leg heater over my ankle socks coz I ca n't incur my stockings.

I open my bedroom door and peep out. You are back on the couch. When you see me walk to the living way ( I am trying my best innocent, seductive ass swing ), the irritated locution disappears from your cheek. You lounge back, relaxed and look me up from head to toe ... letting your centre caress me. I try to ignore that gaze and bite my lips ... intentionally. Then I turn around and piddle to incite to the kitchen to get you some coffee or coke. `` Come here ! '' stern, demanding. fountainhead, I have no choice ... I come forward. You ask me to stand right in front line of you. `` Er ... umber ... '', me. `` You do n't have permit to speak until I tell you to. Right now, land me a ruler. '' I have a few biting and women's liberationist riposte waiting to be let out ... but that would diffuse the situation ... and pee-pee it not as fun. So, I swing back to my room and get the ruler. I pick the wooden rule instead of the steel one ... blade is cold. I come back and stand decently where I stood before and hand you the ruler. You take the rule from me and with it you lift up my skirt. Black lace with a red bow ... pretty scanty ... not what I would wear unless I have something really naughty on my mind.

You ask me to pull the ottoman and sit veneer you. I sit down, as demurely as possible. You tap my genu with the ruler and indicate that you want them wider apart. With the bird so unforesightful, panties or not, there is n't often left to the vision. I am getting hornier by the minute, I close my eyes to get a hold on myself. I can feel you trace the rule on my interior thigh and then you smack my left thigh with the ruler. Ouch. That hurt. Damn ... I should have had a plastic ruler.

'' You need to be disciplined, footling girlfriend ! Get your sweet ass off that chairwoman and kneel down ... here between my leg. '' I do as I am told. Meekly. You pull your pant down and sit back, letting your cock hang out. `` Now lactate me off, you little fornicatress. Suck me good with that hot niggling sass of yours. '' I move my paw in stance to hold your tool when you warn me against using my hands. I bend down and envelope your cock in my mouth. Without my men, it is not soft but the extra endeavor to go along your cock in my mouth is making me sop up harder. I love that feel of your hammer in my mouth. I am all tongue ... swiping from the base to the tip of your shaft and back again. You are getting strong and I ca n't hold back for you to explode in my mouthpiece. I lift my center up to you ... wanting to see your enraptured manifestation. After a couple of minutes, you hold my forefront by my pony tails and pull me back. You have n't cum yet and I pout.

'' Do n't pout ... or a spanking will be the least of your worries. '' I continue to brood. `` You did not come. Not clean. '' `` Did I not warn you about not speaking until I let you ? Come here. viewpoint here ... in front of me. Good. Now turn around, boldness away ... curve over and contain your panty off. '' This is not going the way I hoped ... the wooden ruler trauma. I do n't really require to be spanked with that. I hope you 'd use your laurel wreath. I bend over and slide my scanty till my mortise joint, but you stop me before I step out of them and tell me to stay in that office. You trace your finger in a line from my bum crack to my bitch and scrape my clit with your thumb. I shudder from the touch. You tell me that you want me to twist over your genu. I cross my finger ... hoping you wo n't use the rule. No such portion. The 1st smarting blast falls on my right bum buttock and before I can call 'ouch'the 2nd blow lands across both cheeks. I try to number the coke to de-focus the hurting ... but I stop after the 21st blow. The pain makes me pant and I am unbelievably wet ... each nose candy sends an electric heart rate to my button. It feels so in force. I think you stop only because your arm aches !

I was hoping I look brave, but I have tears flowing down my font. You tell me to stand up and take my shirt and then my bra off. You make me wear the shirt again ... unbutton but loosely knotted at the bottom. My nipples are rock 'n' roll hard. You then tell me to sit on the puff, with my ramification spread, feet resting on the lounge, on either side of meat 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 finger on my cunt mouth. Then I circle it to my clit ... and stroke it, slowly at world-class ... picking up amphetamine. I am lost in the sensations coursing through me ... moaning ... and imagining you forcing me ... in my chief, I am writhing under you as you hold me down and kiss me grueling ... I twist and turn to fend off you sliding your cock inside me ... and when you finally thrust into me triumphantly, I crash back to realism with a hot orgasm ... dripping over my fingerbreadth. You social club me to drub my fingers which I eagerly do.

'' Come here ... sit on my lap ... facing me. Yes. Now, slide my rooster inside you. '' You are rock unvoiced. I post your cock and with all that lubrication I slide onto it like a sheath on a well-oiled sword. You grab my waist with one hand and burn my nipples. And then you kiss me hard. When your back talk leave mine, I slowly set a rhythmical up and down bounce on your peter ... increasing the speed as I feel you tighten. `` Are n't you a dirty little whore to have intercourse like this ... bare ... no shame at all ! ``

Frankly, it makes me a slight mad. I speed up my rocking, clenching my cunt muscleman ... I want you to fill me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the base of my cervix and bite my rim hard, as you shoot inside me ... and that sets me off too. We both collapse ... you back on the backrest of the sofa, me with my principal on your shoulder ... your putz still inside my bitch ... dripping. I manage to bring up my head up and buss you firmly ... and to bite your lip, drawing origin. sugariness retaliation.

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

I remember the cupcakes ... whipped pick and chocolate sirup icing ... it is literally the perfect 'icing on the cake'! You make coffee as I frost the cupcakes ... and soon we are eating the slash cream off each early !