I have been wanting to attend one of the comedian confidence game for a while now. Finally, I had the chance. All excited I set out shopping for something in a costume workshop to give me an idea on what I can dress up as. Halloween was around the corner and the workshop was packed with all sorting of 'sexy something'costumes. I was n't capable to find anything I could really use to make a comic book superhero. Dejected, I was about to go forth when I noticed this really cute schooltime girl costume on one of the fashion model. It was n't exactly superhero stuff, but I could use it as a alkali for some anime character. I could actually dress up for the Con.

As I swiped my lineup 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 spare saltation to my stride as I got to the car. My following stop was the lingerie store.

I gave you a call and asked if you could drop by my station 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 present up on a Friday ... but I had to ask. Well, I could shape on my costume after lunch ... the doll was too short for anime schoolgirls !

I decided to bake some cupcakes for you. Just a little surprisal for tomorrow. Put them in the oven and whipped up a pail of emollient. Made a mass of deep brown sauce too. Stored them away. I would ice the cupcakes at Night. Then I had a foresightful soak in the tub ... which took farsighted 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 buzzer rings.

I look through the peephole 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 threshold and flap down it shut. `` Is this how you open the doorway for citizenry ? '' `` No ... just for the cute hombre. '' `` Shameless cleaning lady ! ``

You push me to the paries and whisper in my ear as you undo the gown, `` 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 disclose free and back up a bit and tease 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 slope and admonish me that this will be me dearly.

I do n't wan na keep you waiting and stewing, so I rush to get out on my pyjamas. That 's when I see the schoolgirl costume. Yes, the annulus is too brusk for mirthful con and needs to be altered, but it is perfect to torture you with.

I quickly put on the lace and satin yoke of undergarments. The bra is a demi-cup, under-wired one. I know it looks good on me. Then I pull on the short plaid skirt 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 metre to braid pigtails, so I just make two side of meat crib ... besides, it looks cunning than braids. Then I pull on my leg warmers over my ankle air-sleeve coz I ca n't come up my stockings.

I open my bedroom threshold and peek out. You are back on the couch. When you see me walk to the living room ( I am trying my best innocent, seductive ass swinging ), the irritated expression disappears from your face. You lounge back, relaxed and attend me up from brain to toe ... letting your eyes caress me. I try to ignore that gaze and bite my lips ... intentionally. Then I turn around and form to prompt to the kitchen to get you some java or coke. `` come here ! '' Stern, demanding. fountainhead, I have no alternative ... I come forward. You ask me to stand right in front line of you. `` Er ... burnt umber ... '', me. `` You do n't have permission to address until I tell you to. Right now, get me a ruler. '' I have a few biting and feminist retorts waiting to be let out ... but that would diffuse the situation ... and work 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 ... sword is dusty. I come back and abide mighty where I stood before and hand you the ruler. You take the ruler from me and with it you lift up my bird. Black lace with a red bow ... pretty panty ... not what I would wear unless I have something really naughty on my mind.

You ask me to pull the ottoman and sit facing you. I sit down, as demurely as potential. You tap my knees with the swayer and indicate that you want them wider apart. With the bird so unforesightful, scanty or not, there is n't often left to the imagination. I am getting hornier by the arcminute, I close my eyes to get a hold on myself. I can feel you trace the swayer on my inner thigh and then you smack my left thigh with the swayer. Ouch. That suffering. shit ... I should throw had a plastic ruler.

'' You need to be disciplined, picayune miss ! Get your sweet ass off that hot seat and kneel down ... here between my branch. '' I do as I am told. Meekly. You pull your pant down and sit back, letting your peter hang out. `` Now imbibe me off, you little slut. Suck me right with that hot little mouth of yours. '' I move my hands in perspective to hold your cock when you warn me against using my hands. I bend down and envelope your cock in my oral cavity. Without my paw, it is not easy but the extra effort to sustain your dick in my mouth is making me sucking harder. I love that feel of your cock in my oral fissure. I am all tongue ... swiping from the Qaeda to the tip of your stopcock and back again. You are getting hard and I ca n't wait for you to explode in my mouth. I lift my eyes up to you ... wanting to see your rhapsodic aspect. After a pair of minutes, you hold my chief by my pony tails and pull 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 sightly. '' `` Did I not warn you about not speaking until I let you ? occur here. Stand here ... in strawman of me. well. Now turn around, boldness away ... bend over and need your pantie off. '' This is not going the way I hoped ... the wooden ruler hurts. I do n't really need to be spanked with that. I hope you 'd use your palm. I bend over and slide my pantie till my ankles, but you stop me before I step out of them and tell me to stay on in that position. You trace your finger in a line from my bum crack to my cunt and scrape my clit with your quarter round. I shudder from the tactual sensation. You tell me that you want me to deform over your knee. I cross my fingers ... hoping you wo n't use the ruler. No such fortune. The first smarting C falls on my rightfulness bum cheek and before I can shout out 'ouch'the second shock lands across both cheek. I try to count the blows to de-focus the pain sensation ... but I stop after the 21st blow. The painfulness makes me pant and I am unbelievably wet ... each blow sends an electric car heart rate to my clit. It feels so good. I think you stop only because your arm ache !

I was hoping I look audacious, but I have tears flowing down my face. You tell me to stand up and ask my shirt and then my bra off. You make me wear the shirt again ... unfastened but loosely knotted at the fanny. My teat are rock gruelling. You then tell me to sit on the pouf, 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 top dog back and run the tip of my finger on my snatch mouth. Then I circle it to my clit ... and stroke it, slowly at starting time ... picking up speed. 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 buss me severe ... I twist and turn to head off you sliding your cock inside me ... and when you finally thrust into me triumphantly, I crash back to reality with a hot orgasm ... drippage over my finger. You ordering me to figure out my fingers which I eagerly do.

'' Come here ... sit on my lap ... facing me. Yes. Now, skid my cock inside you. '' You are rock voiceless. I position 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 hired hand and bite my pap. And then you kiss me hard. When your lips leave mine, I slowly set a rhythmic up and down bounce on your cock ... increasing the speed as I feel you tighten. `` Are n't you a filthy little whore to hump like this ... bare ... no shame at all ! ``

Frankly, it makes me a niggling mad. I speed up my rocking, clenching my snatch musculus ... I want you to fulfill me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the base of my neck and bite my lip hard, as you shoot inside me ... and that band me off too. We both collapse ... you back on the backrest of the sofa, me with my head on your shoulder joint ... your cock still inside my cunt ... dripping. I manage to lift my nous up and kiss you grueling ... and to sting your lip, drawing blood line. Henry Sweet retaliation.

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

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