I have been wanting to look one of the Comic hustle for a patch now. Finally, I had the chance. All excited I set out shopping for something in a costume shop to give me an estimate on what I can groom up as. Halloween was around the corner and the shop was packed with all sorts of 'sexy something'costumes. I was n't able to find anything I could really use to create a comical book superhero. Dejected, I was about to leave when I noticed this really cunning school fille costume on one of the mannequins. It was n't exactly superhero material, but I could use it as a al-Qa'ida for some anime role. I could actually garment 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 extra bounciness to my step as I got to the car. My next stop was the lingerie memory board.

I gave you a call and asked if you could drop by my blank space after you are done shopping with your tribe. You said you 'd suppose about it. I did n't think it might be potential for you to prove up on a Friday ... but I had to ask. fountainhead, I could lick on my costume after lunch ... the doll was too short for gum anime schoolgirls !

I decided to bake some cupcakes for you. Just a petty surprise for tomorrow. Put them in the oven and whipped up a bucket of emollient. Made a slew of chocolate sauce too. Stored them away. I would frost the cupcakes at night. Then I had a yearn soak in the tub ... which took yearner as I was 'thinking'about you. All freshly scrubbed and a little flushed from the exciting/relaxing soak I sit down to castrate 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 downslope exposed loosely, showing off quite a bit of segmentation before I open the room access.

One look at me and your eyebrows shoot up, you scoot in and you pull me away from the door and slam it exclude. `` Is this how you open the door for citizenry ? '' `` No ... just for the cute hombre. '' `` Shameless cleaning woman ! ``

You push me to the wall and whisper in my ear as you undo the gown, `` I do n't want you wearing anything when you open the room access for me. And when you are with me, not a stitch. '' I manage to burst free and back up a bit and prickteaser you, `` We 'll see about that. '' I dash to the bedroom as you lunge to grab me and close the door. You stand on the other side and warn me that this will cost me dearly.

I do n't wan na hold you waiting and simmering, so I rush to draw on my pyjamas. That 's when I see the schoolgirl costume. Yes, the skirt is too unawares 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 undecomposed on me. Then I pull on the short plaid annulus and instead of buttoning up the snowy shirt completely, I just button up the midriff 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 couple of scrunchies, there is no fourth dimension to braid pigtails, so I just make two side ponies ... besides, it looks cuter than braiding. Then I pull on my leg warmers over my ankle socks coz I ca n't happen 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 living room ( I am trying my best innocent, seductive ass swing ), the annoy expression disappears from your face. You lounge back, relaxed and appear me up from head to toe ... letting your eye caress me. I try to ignore that regard and sting my lips ... intentionally. Then I turn around and score to propel to the kitchen to get you some coffee or coke. `` Come here ! '' tail end, demanding. Well, I have no option ... I come forward. You ask me to place upright right in front of you. `` Er ... umber ... '', me. `` You do n't suffer license to speak until I tell you to. Right now, bring me a ruler. '' I have a few biting and libber retorts waiting to be let out ... but that would diffuse the office ... and constitute 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 ... brand is cold. I come back and stand veracious where I stood before and hand you the ruler. You take the swayer from me and with it you lift up my skirt. Black lace with a red bow ... pretty panties ... not what I would get into unless I have something really naughty on my mind.

You ask me to pull the Ottoman Turk and sit facing you. I sit down, as demurely as possible. You tap my human knee with the ruler and indicate that you want them wider apart. With the doll so short, panties or not, there is n't much left to the vision. I am getting hornier by the minute, I close my eyes to get a cargo hold on myself. I can feel you trace the ruler on my inner second joint and then you smack my left second joint with the swayer. Ouch. That hurt. hoot ... I should throw had a shaping ruler.

'' You need to be disciplined, piddling girl ! Get your angelic ass off that chair and kneel down ... here between my branch. '' I do as I am told. Meekly. You pull your trousers down and sit back, letting your stopcock hang out. `` Now sop up me off, you little slattern. imbibe me skillful with that hot little mouth of yours. '' I move my hands in situation to agree your prick when you warn me against using my hands. I bend down and envelope your cock in my mouth. Without my hands, it is not wanton but the extra feat to hold your cock in my mouth is making me suck harder. I love that feel of your dick in my mouth. I am all natural language ... swiping from the base to the tip of your cock and back again. You are getting hard and I ca n't hold off for you to explode in my mouth. I lift my eyes up to you ... wanting to see your ecstatic expression. After a twosome of transactions, you hold my school principal by my pony tails 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 worries. '' I continue to pout. `` You did not come. Not bonny. '' `` Did I not monish you about not speaking until I let you ? fall here. Stand here ... in front of me. honest. Now turn around, human face away ... fold over and take your scanty 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 palm. I bend over and skid my panty till my ankles, but you stop me before I step out of them and tell me to quell in that position. You trace your finger in a line from my bum crack to my cunt and scar my clitoris with your quarter round. I shudder from the signature. You tell me that you want me to bend over your articulatio genus. I cross my digit ... hoping you wo n't use the ruler. No such circumstances. The first smarting puff falls on my in good order bum cheek and before I can cry 'ouch'the second gear blow lands across both cheeks. I try to count the blows to de-focus the nuisance ... but I stop after the 21st blow. The pain makes me pant and I am unbelievably wet ... each blast sends an electric pulsing to my clit. It feels so good. I think you stop only because your arm aching !

I was hoping I look brave, but I have teardrop flowing down my face. You tell me to stand up and direct my shirt and then my bra off. You make me wear the shirt again ... unbutton but loosely knotted at the bottomland. My nipples are rock hard. You then narrate me to sit on the ottoman, with my ramification spread, feet resting on the sofa, on either incline 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 digit on my cunt brim. Then I circle it to my clit ... and stroke it, slowly at first ... picking up fastness. I am lost in the genius 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 arduous ... I twist and turn to avoid 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 gild me to lick 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 spatial relation your cock 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 bite my nipple. And then you kiss me toilsome. When your sassing leave mine, I slowly set a rhythmic up and down leaping on your cock ... increasing the amphetamine as I feel you tighten. `` Are n't you a cheating little prostitute to know like this ... bare ... no shame at all ! ``

Frankly, it makes me a little mad. I speed up my rocking, clenching my cunt muscles ... I want you to occupy me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the home of my neck opening and bite my back talk 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 heading on your shoulder joint ... your cock still inside my cunt ... dripping. I manage to raise my brain up and kiss you laborious ... and to seize with teeth your lip, drawing profligate. Sweet retaliation.

After sitting entwined for a pair of mo, we decide to drive a shower. We are a mint. Also, I get to go down on you once more.

I remember the cupcakes ... whipped pick and chocolate syrup frosting ... it is literally the perfect 'icing on the patty'! You make coffee berry as I frost the cupcakes ... and soon we are eating the strap pick off each other !