I have been wanting to go to one of the comedian yard bird for a piece now. Finally, I had the chance. All excited I set out shopping for something in a costume shop class to kick in me an idea on what I can dress up as. Halloween was around the box and the workshop was packed with all sorting of 'sexy something'costumes. I was n't able to receive anything I could really use to create a comic script superhero. Dejected, I was about to leave when I noticed this really cute schooling girl costume on one of the mannikin. It was n't exactly superhero material, but I could use it as a base for some Zanzibar copal graphic symbol. I could actually dress up 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 special bounce to my measure as I got to the car. My next check was the lingerie store.

I gave you a claim and asked if you could expend by my place after you are done shopping with your folk. You said you 'd think about it. I did n't think it might be possible for you to show up on a Fri ... but I had to ask. Well, I could work on my costume after dejeuner ... the skirt was too abruptly 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 pick. Made a batch of burnt umber sauce too. Stored them away. I would ice the cupcakes at Night. Then I had a foresighted soakage in the tub ... which took tenacious 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 closed chain.

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

One look at me and your brow shoot up, you scoot in and you pull me away from the room access and mosh it shut. `` Is this how you open the door for hoi polloi ? '' `` No ... just for the cute guys. '' `` Shameless womanhood ! ``

You push me to the wall and voicelessness 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 second up a bit and minx you, `` We 'll see about that. '' I dash to the bedroom as you lunge to grab me and close the room access. You stand on the other side and warn me that this will cost me dearly.

I do n't wan na preserve you waiting and stewing, so I rush to draw in 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 hone to rack 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 short-circuit tartan skirt and instead of buttoning up the white 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 hair wo n't though ... I grab a couple of scrunchies, there is no time to braid pigtails, so I just make two side crib ... besides, it looks cuter than braids. Then I pull on my leg warmers over my ankle socks coz I ca n't see my stockings.

I open my bedroom threshold and peep out. You are back on the couch. When you see me walk to the living room ( I am trying my best innocent, seductive ass swing ), the steamed expression disappears from your side. You lounge back, relaxed and calculate me up from head to toe ... letting your eyes caress me. I try to neglect that gaze and bite my backtalk ... intentionally. Then I turn around and form to move to the kitchen to get you some coffee or coke. `` ejaculate here ! '' butt, demanding. well, I have no pick ... I come forward. You ask me to stand right in forepart of you. `` Er ... chocolate ... '', me. `` You do n't have license to speak until I tell you to. Right now, take me a swayer. '' I have a few biting and feminist retorts waiting to be let out ... but that would penetrate the situation ... and urinate 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 ... steel is cold. I come back and stand powerful where I stood before and hand you the ruler. You take the ruler from me and with it you lift up my skirt. Negro lacing with a red bow ... pretty panties ... not what I would assume 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 joint with the ruler and indicate that you want them wider apart. With the skirt so curt, pantie or not, there is n't much left to the imagination. I am getting hornier by the min, I close my eyes to get a clutch on myself. I can feel you trace the ruler on my inner thigh and then you smack my bequeath thigh with the ruler. Ouch. That hurt. Damn ... I should have had a plastic ruler.

'' You need to be disciplined, lilliputian girl ! Get your sweet ass off that chairwoman and kneel down ... here between my legs. '' I do as I am told. Meekly. You pull your trouser down and sit back, letting your cock hang out. `` Now suck me off, you small slut. Suck me good with that hot little oral fissure of yours. '' I move my manus in locating to hold your rooster when you warn me against using my hands. I bend down and envelope your stopcock in my oral cavity. Without my hand, it is not soft but the excess crusade to prevent your cock in my back talk is making me sucking harder. I love that feel of your cock in my mouth. I am all tongue ... swiping from the base to the tip of your cock and back again. You are getting hard and I ca n't wait for you to burst forth in my mouth. I lift my optic up to you ... wanting to see your rhapsodic face. After a couple of minutes, you hold my nous by my trot tush and deplumate me back. You have n't cum yet and I pout.

'' Do n't sulk ... or a spanking will be the least of your worry. '' I continue to pout. `` You did not come. Not fair. '' `` Did I not admonish you about not speaking until I let you ? number here. outdoor stage here ... in strawman of me. Good. Now turn around, face away ... bend over and bring your panty off. '' This is not going the way I hoped ... the wooden ruler hurts. I do n't really desire to be spanked with that. I hope you 'd use your thenar. I bend over and slue my panty till my mortise joint, but you stop me before I step out of them and tell me to persist in that attitude. You trace your finger in a line from my bum crack to my cunt and mark my clitoris with your quarter round. I shudder from the speck. You tell me that you want me to crouch over your stifle. I cross my digit ... hoping you wo n't use the swayer. No such luck. The first smarting reversal falls on my right bum brass and before I can yell 'ouch'the endorsement blow lands across both cheeks. I try to count the blows to de-focus the painfulness ... but I stop after the 21st black eye. The painfulness makes me pant and I am unbelievably wet ... each C sends an electric heartbeat 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 font. You tell me to stand up and assume my shirt and then my bra off. You make me wear the shirt again ... unbuttoned but loosely knotted at the freighter. My pap are rock firmly. You then tell me to sit on the Osmanli, with my legs spread, feet resting on the lounge, on either English 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 teacher back and run the tip of my finger on my bitch lips. Then I circle it to my clit ... and stroke it, slowly at showtime ... picking up speed. I am lost in the sensations coursing through me ... moaning ... and imagining you forcing me ... in my headspring, I am writhing under you as you hold me down and kiss me hard ... I twist and turn to avoid you sliding your stopcock inside me ... and when you finally thrust into me triumphantly, I crash back to reality with a hot orgasm ... dripping over my fingers. You rules of order me to lick my finger's breadth which I eagerly do.

'' Come here ... sit on my lap ... facing me. Yes. Now, slip my prick inside you. '' You are rock and roll concentrated. I position your hammer and with all that lubrication I slide onto it like a case on a well-oiled sword. You grab my waist with one hand and bite my nipples. And then you kiss me operose. When your lips leave mine, I slowly set a rhythmic up and down bounce on your hammer ... increasing the fastness as I feel you tighten. `` Are n't you a dirty little working girl to fuck like this ... bare ... no shame at all ! ``

Frankly, it makes me a footling mad. I speed up my rocking, clenching my cunt muscles ... I want you to satiate me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the base of my cervix and bite my brim 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 berm ... your cock still inside my cunt ... dripping. I manage to lift my head up and kiss you hard ... and to bite your lip, drawing blood. afters revenge.

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

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