I have been wanting to give ear one of the Comic hustle for a while now. Finally, I had the chance. All excited I set out shopping for something in a costume shop to kick in me an idea on what I can primp up as. Allhallows Eve was around the corner and the shop was packed with all sorting of 'sexy something'costumes. I was n't able to find anything I could really use to make a comic Scripture superhero. Dejected, I was about to leave alone when I noticed this really precious schooling girlfriend costume on one of the mannequins. It was n't exactly superhero material, but I could use it as a base for some anime character. I could actually clip 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 than just the Con. I almost giggled at the rejoinder ... and had an extra bounce to my whole step as I got to the car. My following stop was the intimate apparel store.

I gave you a claim and asked if you could devolve by my place 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 demonstrate up on a Friday ... but I had to ask. fountainhead, I could knead on my costume after lunch ... the chick was too short for anime schoolgirls !

I decided to bake some cupcakes for you. Just a little surprise for tomorrow. Put them in the oven and whipped up a bucket of cream. Made a batch of hot chocolate sauce too. Stored them away. I would frost the cupcakes at night. Then I had a long soak in the tub ... which took longer as I was 'thinking'about you. All freshly scrubbed and a short flushed from the exciting/relaxing soak I sit down to castrate the costume. That 's when the doorbell hoop.

I look through the peephole and it 's you. I am still wearing my bathrobe and feeling a bit juicy. I let my robe fall open loosely, showing off quite a bit of segmentation before I open the door.

One flavour at me and your brow shoot up, you scoot in and you pull me away from the door and bang it shut. `` Is this how you open the door for people ? '' `` No ... just for the cute guys. '' `` Shameless womanhood ! ``

You push me to the wall and whispering 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 ruin free and back up a bit and minx you, `` We 'll see about that. '' I dash to the sleeping room as you lunge to grab me and keep out the doorway. 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 boiling, so I rush to pull on my pyjamas. That 's when I see the schoolgirl costume. Yes, the skirt is too short for comedian con and needs to be altered, but it is everlasting to excruciate you with.

I quickly put on the lacing and satin pair of undergarments. The bra is a demi-cup, under-wired one. I know it looks good on me. Then I pull on the unawares plaid doll and instead of buttoning up the white shirt completely, I just button up the halfway two and then tie up the shirt tails under my chest. 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 metre to pleach pigtails, so I just make two side pony ... besides, it looks precious than braids. Then I pull on my leg warmers over my ankle socks coz I ca n't find my stockings.

I open my sleeping room threshold and peek out. You are back on the couch. When you see me walk to the animation room ( I am trying my best innocent, seductive ass swing ), the steamed expression disappears from your expression. You lounge back, relaxed and look me up from read/write head to toe ... letting your eyes caress me. I try to cut that gaze and bite my back talk ... intentionally. Then I turn around and constitute to move to the kitchen to get you some coffee or Coke. `` seminal fluid here ! '' Stern, demanding. Well, I have no choice ... I come forward. You ask me to stand right in front of you. `` Er ... coffee bean ... '', me. `` You do n't have permission to address until I tell you to. Right now, institute me a rule. '' I have a few biting and libber retorts waiting to be let out ... but that would riddle the situation ... and name it not as fun. So, I swing back to my way and get the ruler. I pick the wooden swayer instead of the steel one ... steel is stale. I come back and abide right where I stood before and hand you the rule. You take the ruler from me and with it you lift up my bird. Negroid 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 lining you. I sit down, as demurely as possible. You tap my knees with the swayer and indicate that you want them wider apart. With the chick so short, step-in or not, there is n't often left to the imagery. I am getting hornier by the min, I close my eyes to get a time lag on myself. I can feel you trace the swayer on my privileged thigh and then you smack my left thigh with the ruler. Ouch. That hurt. red cent ... I should have had a plastic ruler.

'' You need to be disciplined, little girl ! Get your mellisonant ass off that electric 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 hammer hang out. `` Now wet-nurse me off, you little slut. soak up me beneficial with that hot little mouth of yours. '' I move my deal in side to hold your dick when you warn me against using my hands. I bend down and envelope your shaft in my lip. Without my hand, it is not easy but the extra endeavor to keep your cock in my oral fissure is making me soak up harder. I love that feel of your cock in my oral fissure. I am all tongue ... swiping from the home to the tip of your shaft and back again. You are getting severe and I ca n't wait for you to blow up in my mouth. I lift my eyes up to you ... wanting to see your rapt formulation. After a duad of minutes, you hold my question by my jigger tails and pull me back. You have n't cum yet and I pout.

'' Do n't pout ... or a spanking will be the least of your vexation. '' I continue to sulk. `` You did not come. Not fair. '' `` Did I not monish you about not speaking until I let you ? Come here. Stand here ... in front of me. Good. Now turn around, face away ... bend over and take 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 palm. I bend over and slue my panty till my ankles, but you stop me before I step out of them and tell me to stay in that position. You trace your finger in a personal credit line from my bum snap to my puss and scraping my button with your thumb. I shudder from the touching. You tell me that you want me to bend over your knee joint. I cross my digit ... hoping you wo n't use the ruler. No such hazard. The first smarting blow falls on my correctly bum cheek and before I can yell 'ouch'the minute blow lands across both cheeks. I try to matter the shock to de-focus the nuisance ... but I stop after the 21st blow. The nuisance makes me heave and I am unbelievably wet ... each blow sends an electrical heart rate to my clit. It feels so honest. I think you stop only because your arm ache !

I was hoping I look brave, but I have teardrop flowing down my face. You tell me to stand up and pack my shirt and then my bra off. You make me wear the shirt again ... unbuttoned but loosely knotted at the bottom. My pap are rock candy strong. 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 thumb myself while you watch me. I throw my head back and run the tip of my finger on my cunt brim. Then I circle it to my clit ... and stroke it, slowly at first ... picking up speed. I am lost in the aesthesis coursing through me ... moaning ... and imagining you forcing me ... in my headspring, I am writhing under you as you hold me down and osculate me difficult ... I twist and turn to avoid you sliding your hammer inside me ... and when you finally thrust into me triumphantly, I crash back to reality with a hot climax ... dripping over my digit. You order me to cream my fingerbreadth which I eagerly do.

'' ejaculate here ... sit on my lap ... facing me. Yes. Now, slide my cock inside you. '' You are rock hard. I post your cock and with all that lubrication I slide onto it like a sheath on a well-oiled blade. You grab my waist with one mitt and bite my pap. And then you kiss me intemperate. When your lips leave mine, I slowly set a rhythmic up and down bounce on your putz ... increasing the velocity as I feel you tighten. `` Are n't you a dirty little fancy woman to fuck like this ... bare ... no pity at all ! ``

Frankly, it makes me a little mad. I speed up my rocking, clenching my snatch muscleman ... I want you to fill me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the base of my neck and bite my rim 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 nous on your articulatio humeri ... your cock still inside my pussy ... dripping. I manage to lift my header up and kiss you strong ... and to bite your lip, drawing blood. Sweet revenge.

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

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