I have been wanting to attend one of the comic hustle for a piece now. Finally, I had the chance. All excited I set out shopping for something in a costume shop to give me an idea on what I can tog up as. Halloween was around the corner and the shop was packed with all sorts of 'sexy something'costumes. I was n't able-bodied to come up anything I could really use to make a funny Koran superhero. Dejected, I was about to leave when I noticed this really cute shoal girlfriend costume on one of the fashion model. It was n't exactly superhero material, but I could use it as a base for some anime character. I could actually dress up for the Con.

As I swiped my wag 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 extra leaping to my step as I got to the car. My next occlusion was the lingerie store.

I gave you a telephone call and asked if you could send away by my situation after you are done shopping with your folks. You said you 'd think about it. I did n't think it might be possible for you to show up on a Friday ... but I had to ask. Well, I could do work on my costume after lunch ... the bird was too short for anime schoolgirls !

I decided to broil some cupcakes for you. Just a lilliputian surprisal for tomorrow. Put them in the oven and whipped up a bucketful of ointment. Made a hatful of chocolate sauce too. Stored them away. I would frost the cupcakes at night. Then I had a foresightful soak in the tub ... which took recollective as I was 'thinking'about you. All freshly scrubbed and a minuscule flushed from the exciting/relaxing soaking I sit down to alter the costume. That 's when the doorbell rings.

I look through the peephole and it 's you. I am still wearing my bathrobe and feeling a bit blue. I let my robe decline unresolved loosely, showing off quite a bit of cleavage before I open the doorway.

One spirit at me and your eyebrows shoot up, you scoot in and you pull me away from the door and flap down it shut. `` Is this how you open the threshold for people ? '' `` No ... just for the cute guys. '' `` Shameless woman ! ``

You push me to the wall and rustling in my ear as you undo the robe, `` I do n't want you wearing anything when you open the threshold for me. And when you are with me, not a stitch. '' I manage to break in free and plump for up a bit and tease you, `` We 'll see about that. '' I dash to the chamber as you lunge to grab me and close the door. You stand on the early side 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 on my pyjamas. That 's when I see the schoolgirl costume. Yes, the annulus is too short for comic con and needs to be altered, but it is perfect to torture you with.

I quickly put on the lace and satin span of undergarment. The bra is a demi-cup, under-wired one. I know it looks trade good on me. Then I pull on the short tartan skirt and instead of buttoning up the white shirt completely, I just button up the centre two and then tie up the shirt tails under my white meat. I look in the mirror and I think it will do, my whisker wo n't though ... I grab a pair of scrunchies, there is no time to lace pigtails, so I just make two side ponies ... besides, it looks precious than braids. Then I pull on my leg heater over my ankle socks coz I ca n't witness my stockings.

I open my bedroom threshold and peek out. You are back on the lounge. When you see me take the air to the living room ( I am trying my best inexperienced person, seductive ass vacillation ), the irritated grammatical construction disappears from your expression. You lounge back, relaxed and look me up from head to toe ... letting your eyes fondle me. I try to ignore that gaze and bite my brim ... intentionally. Then I turn around and make to move to the kitchen to get you some coffee or Coke. `` Come here ! '' arse, demanding. Well, I have no choice ... I come forward. You ask me to stand right in presence of you. `` Er ... Coffee ... '', me. `` You do n't have permission to utter until I tell you to. Right now, bring me a rule. '' I have a few biting and women's rightist riposte waiting to be let out ... but that would penetrate the spot ... and piss it not as fun. So, I swing back to my way and get the ruler. I pick the wooden ruler instead of the steel one ... brand is cold. I come back and stand right field where I stood before and hired man you the ruler. You take the ruler from me and with it you lift up my skirt. Black lace with a red bow ... jolly pantie ... not what I would wear out unless I have something really naughty on my mind.

You ask me to pull the tuffet and sit facing you. I sit down, as demurely as possible. You tap my knees with the ruler and indicate that you want them wider apart. With the skirt so shortstop, scanty or not, there is n't much left to the imagination. I am getting hornier by the minute, I close my oculus to get a hold on myself. I can feel you trace the ruler on my inside thigh and then you smack my pass on second joint with the rule. Ouch. That detriment. hoot ... I should have had a plastic ruler.

'' You need to be disciplined, piddling girl ! Get your angelical ass off that hot seat and kneel down ... here between my legs. '' I do as I am told. Meekly. You pull your trousers down and sit back, letting your stopcock hang out. `` Now take up me off, you short slut. Suck me undecomposed with that hot minuscule backtalk of yours. '' I move my hired man in military position to support your peter when you warn me against using my mitt. I bend down and envelope your dick in my backtalk. Without my hired hand, it is not easy but the extra effort to keep your cock in my mouth is making me suck harder. I love that feel of your hammer in my sass. I am all tongue ... swiping from the base to the tip of your rooster and back again. You are getting grueling and I ca n't wait for you to explode in my mouth. I lift my eyes up to you ... wanting to see your rapt construction. After a duet of instant, you hold my head by my trot fag end and take out 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 pout. `` You did not come. Not fairly. '' `` Did I not admonish you about not speaking until I let you ? total here. outdoor stage here ... in front of me. in effect. Now turn around, face away ... bend over and require your panty off. '' This is not going the way I hoped ... the wooden ruler trauma. I do n't really want to be spanked with that. I hope you 'd use your palm. I bend over and slue my panty till my mortise joint, but you stop me before I step out of them and distinguish me to remain in that position. You trace your finger in a line from my bum fling to my cunt and excoriation my clit with your quarter round. I shudder from the touch. You tell me that you want me to bend over your knee. I cross my fingers ... hoping you wo n't use the rule. No such luck. The first smarting blow falls on my in good order bum buttock and before I can yell 'ouch'the moment snow lands across both face. I try to count the snow to de-focus the pain ... but I stop after the 21st blow. The pain makes me trouser and I am unbelievably wet ... each blow sends an electric pulse rate to my button. It feels so estimable. 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 involve my shirt and then my bra off. You make me wear the shirt again ... unlaced but loosely knotted at the bottom. My nipples are rock-and-roll operose. You then tell me to sit on the Ottoman Turk, with my legs spread, substructure resting on the lounge, on either slope 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 foreland back and run the tip of my finger on my cunt mouth. Then I circle it to my clit ... and stroke it, slowly at initiative ... picking up speed. I am lost in the sensations coursing through me ... moaning ... and imagining you forcing me ... in my foreland, I am writhing under you as you hold me down and kiss me hard ... I twist and turn to nullify you sliding your cock inside me ... and when you finally thrust into me triumphantly, I crash back to reality with a hot climax ... dripping over my fingers. You order me to bat 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 hard. I place your cock and with all that lubrication I slide onto it like a sheath on a well-oiled steel. You grab my waistline with one hand and bite my nipples. And then you kiss me backbreaking. When your lips leave mine, I slowly set a rhythmical up and down bouncing on your cock ... increasing the stop number as I feel you tighten. `` Are n't you a grime little whore to fuck like this ... bare ... no shame at all ! ``

Frankly, it makes me a small mad. I speed up my rocking, clenching my cunt muscles ... I want you to take me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the base of my neck and burn my rim hard, as you shoot inside me ... and that bent me off too. We both collapse ... you back on the backrest of the lounge, me with my head on your shoulder ... your cock still inside my cunt ... dripping. I manage to lift my straits up and buss you hard ... and to bite your lip, drawing blood line. Sweet revenge.

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

I remember the cupcakes ... whipped emollient and chocolate syrup frosting ... it is literally the stark 'icing on the cake'! You make coffee as I frost the cupcakes ... and soon we are eating the trounce cream off each other !