I have been wanting to attend one of the Comic Cons for a while now. Finally, I had the chance. All excited I set out shopping for something in a costume store to yield me an idea on what I can fit out 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 produce a comic Word superhero. Dejected, I was about to leave when I noticed this really cute schooltime girl costume on one of the mannikin. It was n't exactly superhero fabric, but I could use it as a pedestal for some anime role. I could actually dress up for the Con.

As I swiped my scorecard 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 sideboard ... and had an extra bounce to my pace as I got to the car. My next stop was the lingerie store.

I gave you a call and asked if you could throw off by my place after you are done shopping with your folks. You said you 'd think about it. I did n't conceive it might be possible for you to designate up on a Friday ... but I had to ask. Well, I could function on my costume after lunch ... the skirt was too unretentive 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 chocolate sauce too. Stored them away. I would frost the cupcakes at night. Then I had a retentive soakage in the tub ... which took foresightful as I was 'thinking'about you. All freshly scrubbed and a little 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 spicy. I let my robe fall give loosely, showing off quite a bit of cleavage before I open the threshold.

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 multitude ? '' `` No ... just for the cute guys. '' `` Shameless adult female ! ``

You push me to the wall and susurration 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 resign and indorse up a bit and tease you, `` We 'll see about that. '' I dash to the bedroom as you lunge to grab me and shut the door. You stand on the early side and monish me that this will be me dearly.

I do n't wan na sustain you waiting and simmering, so I rush to tear on my pyjamas. That 's when I see the schoolgirl costume. Yes, the skirt 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 good on me. Then I pull on the short tartan chick 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 haircloth wo n't though ... I grab a couple of scrunchies, there is no metre to braid pigtails, so I just make two incline ponies ... besides, it looks cuter than braids. Then I pull on my leg warmer over my ankle socks coz I ca n't find my stockings.

I open my sleeping accommodation doorway and peek out. You are back on the couch. When you see me walk to the livelihood elbow room ( I am trying my best innocent, seductive ass golf stroke ), the miffed expression disappears from your face. You lounge back, relaxed and bet me up from forefront to toe ... letting your middle caress me. I try to ignore that gaze and bite my lips ... intentionally. Then I turn around and make to run to the kitchen to get you some coffee or coke. `` ejaculate here ! '' Stern, demanding. Well, I have no choice ... I come forward. You ask me to stand right in front end of you. `` Er ... Coffee ... '', me. `` You do n't possess permission to utter until I tell you to. Right now, bring me a ruler. '' I have a few biting and women's rightist retorts waiting to be let out ... but that would diffuse the situation ... and make water it not as fun. So, I swing back to my room and get the swayer. I pick the wooden ruler instead of the steel one ... steel is frigidity. I come back and stand right where I stood before and helping hand you the ruler. You take the swayer from me and with it you lift up my dame. Black lace with a red bow ... pretty step-in ... not what I would break unless I have something really naughty on my mind.

You ask me to get out the ottoman and sit cladding you. I sit down, as demurely as possible. You tap my articulatio genus with the rule and indicate that you want them wider apart. With the annulus so shortly, panties 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 detainment on myself. I can feel you trace the swayer on my inner thigh and then you smack my left second joint with the ruler. Ouch. That hurt. Damn ... I should have had a plastic ruler.

'' You need to be disciplined, little female child ! 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 tool hang out. `` Now suck me off, you piffling loose woman. Suck me unspoiled with that hot little mouth of yours. '' I move my hands in position to support your pecker when you warn me against using my hired hand. I bend down and envelope your tool in my mouth. Without my custody, it is not leisurely but the supernumerary effort to keep your prick in my mouth is making me suck harder. I love that feel of your cock in my backtalk. I am all tongue ... swiping from the Qaeda to the tip of your turncock and back again. You are getting hard and I ca n't look for you to burst forth in my mouth. I lift my eyes up to you ... wanting to see your ecstatic face. After a duo of minutes, you hold my forefront by my pony hindquarters 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 worry. '' I continue to pout. `` You did not come. Not fair. '' `` Did I not warn you about not speaking until I let you ? amount 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 suffering. I do n't really want to be spanked with that. I hope you 'd use your medal. I bend over and slide 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 digit in a line from my bum crack to my puss and scrape my button with your pollex. I shudder from the touch. You tell me that you want me to bend over your knee. I cross my digit ... hoping you wo n't use the ruler. No such luck. The first smart blow falls on my right bum boldness and before I can yell 'ouch'the endorse puff lands across both cheeks. I try to count the blows to de-focus the nuisance ... but I stop after the 21st blast. The painful sensation makes me heave and I am unbelievably wet ... each bump sends an electric pulse to my clitoris. It feels so good. I think you stop only because your arm ache !

I was hoping I look brave, but I have tears flowing down my aspect. You tell me to stick out up and take 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-and-roll hard. You then assure 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 straits back and run the tip of my finger on my twat 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 pass, I am writhing under you as you hold me down and osculate me hard ... I twist and turn to avoid you sliding your dick inside me ... and when you finally thrust into me triumphantly, I crash back to world with a hot orgasm ... drip over my fingers. You order me to lick my fingers which I eagerly do.

'' ejaculate here ... sit on my lap ... facing me. Yes. Now, slew my dick inside you. '' You are sway firmly. I positioning 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 seize with teeth my nipples. And then you kiss me gruelling. When your lips leave mine, I slowly set a rhythmical up and down bounciness on your cock ... increasing the speed as I feel you tighten. `` Are n't you a pestiferous little whore to make out like this ... bare ... no shame at all ! ``

Frankly, it makes me a little mad. I speed up my rocking, clenching my twat muscle ... I want you to fill me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the root word of my neck and bite my lips hard, as you shoot inside me ... and that hardening me off too. We both collapse ... you back on the backrest of the couch, me with my head on your shoulder ... your dick still inside my cunt ... dripping. I manage to revoke my head up and buss you hard ... and to sting your lip, drawing blood. Sweet retaliation.

After sitting entwined for a twosome of hour, we decide to fill a shower bath. We are a batch. Also, I get to go down on you once more.

I remember the cupcakes ... whipped cream and chocolate sirup frosting ... it is literally the perfect 'icing on the cake'! You make burnt umber as I frost the cupcakes ... and soon we are eating the whisk ointment off each other !