I have been wanting to attend one of the Comic Cons for a piece now. Finally, I had the chance. All excited I set out shopping for something in a costume shop class to give me an estimation on what I can dress up as. Halloween was around the nook and the workshop was packed with all form of 'sexy something'costumes. I was n't capable to find anything I could really use to produce a comic book superhero. Dejected, I was about to leave when I noticed this really cute shoal girl costume on one of the mannikin. It was n't exactly superhero material, but I could use it as a base for some anime character. I could actually tog 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 bounce to my measure as I got to the car. My next stop was the lingerie store.

I gave you a call and asked if you could drop by my place after you are done shopping with your folks. You said you 'd think about it. I did n't suppose it might be potential for you to indicate up on a Friday ... but I had to ask. Well, I could put to work on my costume after lunch ... the skirt was too curt for gum anime schoolgirls !

I decided to broil some cupcakes for you. Just a slight surprisal for tomorrow. Put them in the oven and whipped up a bucket of cream. Made a mountain of hot chocolate sauce too. Stored them away. I would frost the cupcakes at night. Then I had a farseeing soak in the tub ... which took longer 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 rings.

I look through the peephole and it 's you. I am still wearing my bathrobe and feeling a bit risque. I let my gown crepuscule 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 mass ? '' `` 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 threshold for me. And when you are with me, not a stitch. '' I manage to break free and back up up a bit and tease you, `` We 'll see about that. '' I dash to the sleeping room as you lunge to catch me and shut the room access. You stand on the other side and monish me that this will cost me dearly.

I do n't wan na keep you waiting and simmering, so I rush to deplumate on my pj's. That 's when I see the schoolgirl costume. Yes, the wench is too short for mirthful con and needs to be altered, but it is hone to excruciate 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 safe on me. Then I pull on the short tartan annulus and instead of buttoning up the white shirt completely, I just button up the middle two and then tie up the shirt tails under my breasts. I look in the mirror and I think it will do, my fuzz wo n't though ... I grab a duad of scrunchies, there is no fourth dimension to braid pigtails, so I just make two side ponies ... besides, it looks cunning than braid. Then I pull on my leg warmer over my ankle wind sleeve coz I ca n't discover my stockings.

I open my bedroom door and peek out. You are back on the couch. When you see me walk to the sustenance room ( I am trying my practiced inexperienced person, seductive ass jive ), the roiled aspect disappears from your face. You lounge back, relaxed and seem me up from head to toe ... letting your eyes caress me. I try to discount that gaze and bite my lip ... intentionally. Then I turn around and make to move to the kitchen to get you some coffee or snow. `` come here ! '' butt, demanding. well, I have no choice ... I come forward. You ask me to stand right in front of you. `` Er ... Coffee ... '', me. `` You do n't have license to speak until I tell you to. Right now, play me a ruler. '' I have a few biting and feminist return waiting to be let out ... but that would diffuse the situation ... and make 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 frigidness. I come back and support right where I stood before and deal you the rule. You take the ruler from me and with it you lift up my skirt. Black lace with a red bow ... moderately scanty ... not what I would wear unless I have something really naughty on my mind.

You ask me to extract the ottoman and sit facing you. I sit down, as demurely as possible. You tap my knees with the rule and indicate that you want them wider apart. With the annulus so short, step-in or not, there is n't lots left to the imagination. I am getting hornier by the minute, I close my eyes to get a grasp on myself. I can feel you trace the ruler on my internal thigh and then you smack my left second joint with the ruler. Ouch. That damage. shucks ... I should have had a formative ruler.

'' You need to be disciplined, little girl ! Get your sweet ass off that professorship and kneel down ... here between my legs. '' I do as I am told. Meekly. You pull your trouser down and sit back, letting your peter hang out. `` Now suck me off, you footling slut. lactate me good with that hot fiddling sass of yours. '' I move my hands in spatial relation to have your tool when you warn me against using my hands. I bend down and envelope your rooster in my mouth. Without my bridge player, it is not gentle but the extra sweat to keep your cock in my mouth is making me breastfeed harder. I love that feel of your cock in my mouth. I am all tongue ... swiping from the base to the tip of your stopcock and back again. You are getting hard and I ca n't wait for you to break loose in my sassing. I lift my center up to you ... wanting to see your ecstatic expression. After a couple of minutes, you hold my read/write head by my pony fanny and pull me back. You have n't cum yet and I pout.

'' Do n't mop ... or a spanking will be the to the lowest degree of your concern. '' I continue to brood. `` You did not come. Not fair. '' `` Did I not admonish you about not speaking until I let you ? Come here. outdoor stage here ... in front of me. serious. Now turn around, face away ... Bend over and charter your panty off. '' This is not going the way I hoped ... the wooden ruler hurts. I do n't really want to be spanked with that. I hope you 'd use your thenar. I bend over and slide my step-in till my ankles, but you stop me before I step out of them and tell me to stay in that view. You trace your fingerbreadth in a line from my bum crack cocaine to my puss and scrape my clit with your thumb. I shudder from the touch. You tell me that you want me to twist over your knee. I cross my fingers ... hoping you wo n't use the ruler. No such lot. The initiatory smarting blow falls on my right hand bum brass and before I can yell 'ouch'the second blast lands across both cheeks. I try to count the blow to de-focus the pain in the ass ... but I stop after the 21st reversal. The pain makes me trouser and I am unbelievably wet ... each blow sends an electric pulsing to my clit. It feels so good. I think you stop only because your arm aches !

I was hoping I look brave, but I have tears flowing down my face. You tell me to endure up and take my shirt and then my bra off. You make me wear the shirt again ... unbuttoned but loosely knotted at the rear end. My nipples are rock 'n' roll hard. You then tell me to sit on the ottoman, with my peg spread, invertebrate foot resting on the couch, 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 straits back and run the tip of my finger's breadth on my cunt lips. Then I circle it to my clit ... and stroke it, slowly at first ... picking up speed. I am lost in the sensations coursing through me ... moaning ... and imagining you forcing me ... in my header, I am writhing under you as you hold me down and kiss me firmly ... I twist and turn to avoid you sliding your putz inside me ... and when you finally thrust into me triumphantly, I crash back to world with a hot coming ... dripping over my fingers. You order me to lick my finger which I eagerly do.

'' Come here ... sit on my lap ... facing me. Yes. Now, slide my cock inside you. '' You are rock candy hard. I stance 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 bite my pap. And then you kiss me difficult. When your mouth leave mine, I slowly set a rhythmic up and down bounciness on your pecker ... increasing the speeding as I feel you tighten. `` Are n't you a dirty fiddling harlot to fuck like this ... bare ... no pity at all ! ``

Frankly, it makes me a little mad. I speed up my rocking, clenching my cunt muscle ... I want you to fill me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the base of my neck and bite my mouth hard, as you shoot inside me ... and that solidifying me off too. We both collapse ... you back on the backrest of the couch, me with my fountainhead on your shoulder ... your turncock still inside my cunt ... dripping. I manage to lift my head teacher up and kiss you difficult ... and to bite your lip, drawing blood. confection revenge.

After sitting entwined for a couple of minute of arc, we decide to assume a exhibitor. We are a mess. Also, I get to go down on you once more.

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