I have been wanting to give ear one of the Comic gyp for a while now. Finally, I had the chance. All excited I set out shopping for something in a costume shop to give me an mind on what I can dress 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 detect anything I could really use to create a comic script superhero. Dejected, I was about to leave when I noticed this really cute school fille costume on one of the model. It was n't exactly superhero fabric, but I could use it as a infrastructure for some anime character. I could actually dress 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 riposte ... and had an supererogatory saltation to my step as I got to the car. My adjacent stop was the lingerie memory.

I gave you a phone call and asked if you could drop by my place after you are done shopping with your kinfolk. You said you 'd think about it. I did n't intend it might be possible for you to testify up on a Friday ... but I had to ask. Well, I could work on my costume after lunch ... the annulus was too short for Zanzibar copal schoolgirls !

I decided to bake some cupcakes for you. Just a lilliputian surprise for tomorrow. Put them in the oven and whipped up a bucketful of cream. Made a batch of 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 little flushed from the exciting/relaxing soak I sit down to falsify the costume. That 's when the buzzer pack.

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 eyebrows shoot up, you scoot in and you pull me away from the doorway and slam it shut. `` Is this how you open the door for people ? '' `` No ... just for the cute guy wire. '' `` Shameless char ! ``

You push me to the wall and whisper in my ear as you undo the robe, `` I do n't require you wearing anything when you open the door for me. And when you are with me, not a stitch. '' I manage to break liberate and second up a bit and flirt 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 early side and admonish me that this will be me dearly.

I do n't wan na keep you waiting and stewing, so I rush to rip on my jammies. That 's when I see the schoolgirl costume. Yes, the dame is too unretentive for amusing con and needs to be altered, but it is staring to excruciate you with.

I quickly put on the lacing and satin brace of unmentionable. The bra is a demi-cup, under-wired one. I know it looks expert on me. Then I pull on the shortsighted plaid skirt 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 breast. 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 clip to plait pigtails, so I just make two position ponies ... besides, it looks cuter than gold braid. Then I pull on my leg heater over my ankle socks coz I ca n't detect my stockings.

I open my bedroom room access and peek out. You are back on the couch. When you see me walk to the livelihood room ( I am trying my full innocent, seductive ass lilt ), the irritated saying disappears from your face. You lounge back, relaxed and look me up from heading to toe ... letting your eyes caress me. I try to snub that regard and bite my lips ... intentionally. Then I turn around and make to move to the kitchen to get you some coffee berry or coke. `` Come here ! '' butt, demanding. wellspring, I have no choice ... I come forward. You ask me to place upright right in straw man of you. `` Er ... coffee tree ... '', me. `` You do n't own permit to speak until I tell you to. Right now, bestow me a ruler. '' I have a few biting and libber retorts waiting to be let out ... but that would diffuse the spot ... and make it not as fun. So, I swing back to my room and get the ruler. I pick the wooden ruler instead of the sword one ... brand is cold. I come back and stand right 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 ... reasonably panties ... not what I would wear 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 knees with the ruler and indicate that you want them wider apart. With the skirt so short, panties or not, there is n't often left to the imagination. I am getting hornier by the second, I close my centre to get a hold on myself. I can feel you trace the ruler on my interior second joint and then you smack my left wing thigh with the ruler. Ouch. That damage. Damn ... I should have had a plastic rule.

'' You need to be disciplined, slight young woman ! Get your sweet ass off that chair 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 little slut. Suck me dear with that hot niggling back talk of yours. '' I move my handwriting in position to defy your stopcock when you warn me against using my manpower. I bend down and envelope your cock in my lip. Without my hands, it is not easy but the spare effort to celebrate your cock in my oral cavity is making me give suck harder. I love that feel of your stopcock in my sassing. I am all glossa ... swiping from the base to the tip of your cock and back again. You are getting hard and I ca n't waitress for you to explode in my backtalk. I lift my oculus up to you ... wanting to see your rhapsodic face. After a couple of minutes, you hold my head by my crib buns and get out 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 trouble. '' I continue to mow. `` You did not come. Not average. '' `` Did I not warn you about not speaking until I let you ? arrive here. Stand here ... in front of me. Good. Now turn around, expression away ... crook over and take up your step-in off. '' This is not going the way I hoped ... the wooden rule trauma. I do n't really want to be spanked with that. I hope you 'd use your thenar. I bend over and slew my panty till my articulatio talocruralis, but you stop me before I step out of them and tell me to detain in that position. You trace your finger's breadth in a line from my bum whirl to my cunt and scratching my button with your thumb. I shudder from the tactual sensation. You tell me that you want me to bend over your knee. I cross my fingers ... hoping you wo n't use the ruler. No such luck. The first smart snow falls on my right-hand bum buttock and before I can yell 'ouch'the second blow lands across both boldness. I try to weigh the setback to de-focus the pain ... but I stop after the 21st nose candy. The pain makes me pant and I am unbelievably wet ... each bump sends an electric pulsation to my button. It feels so good. I think you stop only because your arm aching !

I was hoping I look gay, but I have bout flowing down my face. You tell me to stand up up and aim my shirt and then my bra off. You make me wear the shirt again ... unfastened but loosely knotted at the derriere. My mamilla are rock'n'roll hard. You then order me to sit on the pouffe, with my legs spread, feet resting on the couch, on either position 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 fingerbreadth on my puss lips. Then I circle it to my clit ... and stroke it, slowly at beginning ... picking up speeding. I am lost in the star coursing through me ... moaning ... and imagining you forcing me ... in my head, I am writhing under you as you hold me down and snog me heavily ... I twist and turn to head off you sliding your peter inside me ... and when you finally thrust into me triumphantly, I crash back to world with a hot orgasm ... dripping over my digit. You order me to lick my fingers which I eagerly do.

'' Come here ... sit on my lap ... facing me. Yes. Now, slue my cock inside you. '' You are rock and roll hard. I locating 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 nipples. And then you kiss me backbreaking. When your lips leave mine, I slowly set a rhythmical up and down leaping on your cock ... increasing the hurrying as I feel you tighten. `` Are n't you a dirty little sporting lady to have sex like this ... bare ... no shame at all ! ``

Frankly, it makes me a little mad. I speed up my rocking, clenching my slit muscle ... I want you to fill me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the root of my neck and seize with teeth my brim hard, as you shoot inside me ... and that curing me off too. We both collapse ... you back on the backrest of the sofa, me with my head on your shoulder ... your cock still inside my pussy ... dripping. I manage to abstract my head up and kiss you hard ... and to bite your lip, drawing blood. sweetness revenge.

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

I remember the cupcakes ... whipped cream and hot chocolate syrup frosting ... it is literally the consummate 'icing on the cake'! You make deep brown as I frost the cupcakes ... and soon we are eating the whipped cream off each other !