I have been wanting to attend one of the Comic Cons for a patch now. Finally, I had the chance. All excited I set out shopping for something in a costume shop class to give me an idea on what I can crop up as. Halloween was around the corner and the shop was packed with all variety of 'sexy something'costumes. I was n't able to regain anything I could really use to create a comical book superhero. Dejected, I was about to leave when I noticed this really cute schooltime girl costume on one of the manikin. It was n't exactly superhero material, but I could use it as a base for some anime fictional character. I could actually dress 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 Thomas More than just the Con. I almost giggled at the counter ... and had an extra saltation to my whole step as I got to the car. My next layover was the lingerie store.

I gave you a outcry and asked if you could drop down by my blank space after you are done shopping with your family. You said you 'd think about it. I did n't think it might be possible for you to show up on a Fri ... but I had to ask. Well, I could work on my costume after tiffin ... the skirt was too scant for anime schoolgirls !

I decided to broil some cupcakes for you. Just a little surprise for tomorrow. Put them in the oven and whipped up a bucketful of cream. Made a lot of deep brown sauce too. Stored them away. I would frost the cupcakes at night. Then I had a long soak in the tub ... which took foresighted as I was 'thinking'about you. All freshly scrubbed and a slight flushed from the exciting/relaxing soak I sit down to vary the costume. That 's when the doorbell tintinnabulation.

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

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

You push me to the bulwark 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 break devoid and plump for up a bit and vexer you, `` We 'll see about that. '' I dash to the bedchamber as you lunge to grab me and shut the door. You stand on the other English and monish me that this will cost me dearly.

I do n't wan na keep you waiting and stewing, so I rush to rip on my pyjama. That 's when I see the schoolgirl costume. Yes, the skirt is too short for laughable con and needs to be altered, but it is sodding to torture you with.

I quickly put on the lace and satin duad of undergarments. The bra is a demi-cup, under-wired one. I know it looks effective on me. Then I pull on the short plaid skirt and instead of buttoning up the Caucasian shirt completely, I just button up the heart two and then tie up the shirt tails under my breasts. I look in the mirror and I think it will do, my haircloth wo n't though ... I grab a duad of scrunchies, there is no time to braid pigtails, so I just make two position jigger ... besides, it looks precious than braids. Then I pull on my leg warmer over my ankle socks coz I ca n't find my stockings.

I open my bedroom door and peek out. You are back on the couch. When you see me walk to the living room ( I am trying my secure innocent, seductive ass swing ), the irritated verbalism disappears from your face. You lounge back, relaxed and front me up from top dog to toe ... letting your eyes fondle me. I try to ignore that gaze and seize with teeth my rim ... intentionally. Then I turn around and draw to be active to the kitchen to get you some coffee or coke. `` come here ! '' stern, demanding. Well, I have no choice ... I come forward. You ask me to put up right in front of you. `` Er ... Coffee ... '', me. `` You do n't own permission to mouth until I tell you to. Right now, wreak me a swayer. '' I have a few biting and feminist counter waiting to be let out ... but that would fan out the situation ... and make it not as fun. So, I swing back to my room and get the ruler. I pick the wooden ruler instead of the steel one ... steel is cold. I come back and stand right hand 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 ... passably pantie ... not what I would wear unless I have something really naughty on my mind.

You ask me to rip the ottoman and sit lining you. I sit down, as demurely as possible. You tap my knee with the swayer and indicate that you want them wider apart. With the annulus so short, panty or not, there is n't much left to the imagination. I am getting hornier by the minute, I close my eyes to get a hold on myself. I can sense you trace the ruler on my inner thigh and then you smack my leave behind second joint with the swayer. Ouch. That distress. Damn ... I should birth had a plastic ruler.

'' You need to be disciplined, little girl ! Get your angelic ass off that 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 putz hang out. `` Now imbibe me off, you little strumpet. Suck me dear with that hot little sassing of yours. '' I move my script in spot to contain your cock when you warn me against using my manpower. I bend down and envelope your dick in my mouth. Without my hired man, it is not easy but the redundant effort to keep your tool in my mouth is making me suck harder. I love that spirit of your cock in my back talk. I am all tongue ... swiping from the base to the tip of your shaft and back again. You are getting grueling and I ca n't hold back for you to irrupt in my oral fissure. I lift my eyes up to you ... wanting to see your rapturous expression. After a duet of instant, you hold my chief by my crib behind and commit 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 middling. '' `` Did I not warn you about not speaking until I let you ? come here. Stand here ... in front of me. Good. Now turn around, human face away ... bend dexter over and demand your scanty off. '' This is not going the way I hoped ... the wooden ruler hurts. I do n't really need to be spanked with that. I hope you 'd use your medallion. I bend over and skid my scanty till my ankles, but you stop me before I step out of them and separate me to delay in that position. You trace your finger in a line from my bum crack to my cunt and scraping my button with your thumb. I shudder from the touch. You tell me that you want me to deflect over your knee. I cross my fingerbreadth ... hoping you wo n't use the ruler. No such hazard. The offset smarting setback falls on my ripe bum face and before I can yell 'ouch'the second coke lands across both cheeks. I try to count the blows to de-focus the pain ... but I stop after the 21st black eye. The pain makes me pant and I am unbelievably wet ... each reversal sends an electric pulse to my clit. It feels so adept. I think you stop only because your arm aching !

I was hoping I look brave, but I have bust flowing down my face. You tell me to fend up and fill my shirt and then my bra off. You make me wear the shirt again ... unbuttoned but loosely knotted at the underside. My teat are shake hard. You then narrate me to sit on the pouffe, with my legs spread, infantry resting on the couch, on either incline of you. It hurts to sit on my bum. It burns actually. Then you tell me to feel myself while you watch me. I throw my top dog back and run the tip of my fingerbreadth on my puss lip. Then I circle it to my clit ... and stroke it, slowly at initiative ... picking up speed. I am lost in the ace coursing through me ... moaning ... and imagining you forcing me ... in my brain, I am writhing under you as you hold me down and kiss me concentrated ... I twist and turn to obviate you sliding your tool inside me ... and when you finally thrust into me triumphantly, I crash back to realism with a hot orgasm ... drip over my finger. You decree me to solve my finger which I eagerly do.

'' seminal fluid here ... sit on my lap ... facing me. Yes. Now, slip my putz inside you. '' You are rock hard. I position your putz 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 sting my mammilla. And then you kiss me hard. When your lips leave mine, I slowly set a rhythmical up and down bounce on your cock ... increasing the speeding as I feel you tighten. `` Are n't you a bemire small cocotte to fuck like this ... bare ... no shame at all ! ``

Frankly, it makes me a footling mad. I speed up my rocking, clenching my cunt muscleman ... I want you to occupy me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the base of my neck and bite my lips hard, as you shoot inside me ... and that sets me off too. We both collapse ... you back on the back of the couch, me with my head on your shoulder ... your cock still inside my cunt ... dripping. I manage to lift my head up and kiss you hard ... and to bite your lip, drawing pedigree. sugariness revenge.

After sitting entwined for a pair of instant, we decide to take a rain shower. We are a spate. Also, I get to go down on you once more.

I remember the cupcakes ... whipped cream and chocolate syrup icing ... it is literally the perfective tense 'icing on the patty'! You make coffee tree as I frost the cupcakes ... and soon we are eating the whipped cream off each early !