I have been wanting to advert one of the comedian sting for a patch now. Finally, I had the prospect. All excited I set out shopping for something in a costume shop to give me an melodic theme on what I can dress up as. Allhallows Eve was around the corner and the shop was packed with all form of 'sexy something'costumes. I was n't able to chance anything I could really use to create a comic book superhero. Dejected, I was about to go forth when I noticed this really cute school daughter costume on one of the mannequins. It was n't exactly superhero textile, but I could use it as a radix for some Zanzibar copal lineament. I could actually garment up for the Con.

As I swiped my circuit board for the costume, it occurred to me that the costume was going to be used for Sir Thomas More than just the Con. I almost giggled at the sideboard ... and had an extra bounce to my whole step as I got to the car. My next catch was the lingerie store.

I gave you a outcry and asked if you could drop by my place after you are done shopping with your folk. You said you 'd remember about it. I did n't opine it might be possible for you to show up on a Friday ... but I had to ask. wellspring, I could lick on my costume after lunch ... the bird was too short for gum anime schoolgirls !

I decided to bake some cupcakes for you. Just a minuscule surprise for tomorrow. Put them in the oven and whipped up a pail of pick. Made a batch of chocolate sauce too. Stored them away. I would ice the cupcakes at night. Then I had a farseeing soakage in the tub ... which took longer as I was 'thinking'about you. All freshly scrubbed and a little flushed from the exciting/relaxing soak I sit down to change the costume. That 's when the bell rings.

I look through the eyehole and it 's you. I am still wearing my bathrobe and feeling a bit naughty. I let my gown fall open loosely, showing off quite a bit of cleavage before I open the threshold.

One looking at me and your eyebrow shoot up, you scoot in and you pull me away from the room access and mosh it keep out. `` Is this how you open the door 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 doorway for me. And when you are with me, not a stitch. '' I manage to break out loose and game up a bit and vexer you, `` We 'll see about that. '' I dash to the sleeping accommodation as you lunge to catch me and keep out the doorway. You stand on the other side and warn me that this will cost me dearly.

I do n't wan na sustain you waiting and simmering, so I rush to extract on my jammies. That 's when I see the schoolgirl costume. Yes, the dame 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 pair of undergarments. The bra is a demi-cup, under-wired one. I know it looks just on me. Then I pull on the short plaid wench and instead of buttoning up the lily-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 tomentum wo n't though ... I grab a couple of scrunchies, there is no time to pleach pigtails, so I just make two position shot glass ... besides, it looks cuter than braiding. Then I pull on my leg warmers over my ankle wind sleeve 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 take the air to the life room ( I am trying my best innocent, seductive ass swing ), the riled saying disappears from your face. 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 back talk ... intentionally. Then I turn around and make to strike to the kitchen to get you some java or nose candy. `` Come here ! '' Stern, demanding. well, I have no alternative ... I come forward. You ask me to stand right in front of you. `` Er ... java ... '', me. `` You do n't have permission to mouth until I tell you to. Right now, bring me a ruler. '' I have a few biting and feminist replication waiting to be let out ... but that would diffuse the place ... and induce it not as fun. So, I swing back to my room and get the ruler. I pick the wooden swayer instead of the steel one ... steel is cold. I come back and put up right where I stood before and hand you the ruler. You take the ruler from me and with it you lift up my chick. Black lace with a red bow ... pretty panties ... not what I would wear unless I have something really naughty on my mind.

You ask me to pull the ottoman and sit cladding you. I sit down, as demurely as possible. You tap my knee with the ruler and indicate that you want them wider apart. With the skirt so unretentive, panties or not, there is n't much left to the imagination. I am getting hornier by the hour, I close my eyes to get a hold on myself. I can find you trace the swayer on my internal thigh and then you smack my will thigh with the ruler. Ouch. That hurt. Damn ... I should have had a plastic swayer.

'' You need to be disciplined, little girl ! Get your sweet ass off that chair and kneel down ... here between my legs. '' I do as I am told. Meekly. You pull your pant down and sit back, letting your cock hang out. `` Now go down on me off, you little slut. Suck me good with that hot little mouth of yours. '' I move my hands in lieu to hold your pecker when you warn me against using my hand. I bend down and envelope your cock in my mouth. Without my men, it is not easy but the extra attempt to keep your tool in my mouth is making me suckle harder. I love that tone of your cock in my oral cavity. I am all tongue ... swiping from the foundation to the tip of your cock and back again. You are getting punishing and I ca n't waitress for you to explode in my mouth. I lift my centre up to you ... wanting to see your ecstatic expression. After a couple of transactions, you hold my drumhead by my jigger tails and get 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 mow. `` You did not come. Not honest. '' `` Did I not monish you about not speaking until I let you ? fare here. Stand here ... in front of me. honest. Now turn around, face away ... bend over and take your panty off. '' This is not going the way I hoped ... the wooden rule hurts. I do n't really want to be spanked with that. I hope you 'd use your palm. I bend over and slide my scanty till my ankle joint, but you stop me before I step out of them and secernate me to bide in that position. You trace your finger in a line from my bum pass to my snatch and scratching my clit with your thumb. I shudder from the speck. You tell me that you want me to bend over your knee. I cross my fingers ... hoping you wo n't use the ruler. No such circumstances. The first smarting snow falls on my right bum impudence and before I can yell 'ouch'the endorse gust lands across both cheeks. I try to consider the black eye to de-focus the pain ... but I stop after the 21st blow. The pain makes me heave and I am unbelievably wet ... each reversal sends an electrical pulsation to my clit. It feels so good. I think you stop only because your arm aches !

I was hoping I look braw, but I have tears flowing down my case. You tell me to stand up and convey my shirt and then my bra off. You make me wear the shirt again ... unbuttoned but loosely knotted at the bottom. My nipples are careen hard. You then separate me to sit on the ottoman, with my legs spread, feet 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 head back and run the tip of my finger on my cunt sass. 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 head, I am writhing under you as you hold me down and kiss me hard ... I twist and turn to forfend you sliding your cock inside me ... and when you finally thrust into me triumphantly, I crash back to reality with a hot orgasm ... 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 shaft inside you. '' You are rock punishing. I stead your turncock and with all that lubrication I slide onto it like a cocktail dress on a well-oiled sword. You grab my waist with one hand and prick my teat. And then you kiss me grueling. When your sass leave mine, I slowly set a rhythmic up and down bounce on your cock ... increasing the f number as I feel you tighten. `` Are n't you a dirty little cyprian to know like this ... bare ... no shame at all ! ``

Frankly, it makes me a piddling mad. I speed up my rocking, clenching my cunt heftiness ... I want you to make full me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the base of my neck opening and seize with teeth my lips hard, as you shoot inside me ... and that sets me off too. We both collapse ... you back on the backrest of the couch, me with my head on your shoulder joint ... your pecker still inside my cunt ... dripping. I manage to lift my headland up and snog you hard ... and to seize with teeth your lip, drawing rip. afters revenge.

After sitting entwined for a yoke of minutes, we decide to direct a rain shower. We are a wad. Also, I get to go down on you once more.

I remember the cupcakes ... whipped cream and umber syrup ice ... it is literally the hone 'icing on the cake'! You make coffee as I frost the cupcakes ... and soon we are eating the lash cream off each other !