I have been wanting to hang 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 shop class to render me an idea on what I can dress up as. Halloween was around the street 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 create a risible book superhero. Dejected, I was about to leave when I noticed this really cute school day young woman 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 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 heel counter ... and had an duplicate bounce to my step as I got to the car. My adjacent stop was the lingerie fund.

I gave you a call and asked if you could drop by my seat after you are done shopping with your folks. You said you 'd recall about it. I did n't think it might be possible for you to show up on a Friday ... but I had to ask. Well, I could work on my costume after lunch ... the skirt was too short for gum anime schoolgirls !

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

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

One look at me and your supercilium shoot up, you scoot in and you pull me away from the room access and mosh it shut. `` Is this how you open the room access for people ? '' `` No ... just for the cute guy cable. '' `` Shameless woman ! ``

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 door for me. And when you are with me, not a stitch. '' I manage to break detached and plunk for 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 other English and warn me that this will cost me dearly.

I do n't wan na keep you waiting and stewing, so I rush to pull on my pyjama. That 's when I see the schoolgirl costume. Yes, the skirt is too abruptly for amusing con and needs to be altered, but it is perfect to excruciate you with.

I quickly put on the lace and satin pair of unmentionable. The bra is a demi-cup, under-wired one. I know it looks good on me. Then I pull on the short plaid wench and instead of buttoning up the livid shirt completely, I just button up the eye two and then tie up the shirt tails under my breasts. I look in the mirror and I think it will do, my hairsbreadth wo n't though ... I grab a twosome of scrunchies, there is no time to braid pigtails, so I just make two face ponies ... besides, it looks cute than braids. Then I pull on my leg warmers over my ankle wind sleeve coz I ca n't find my stockings.

I open my bedroom door and peek out. You are back on the couch. When you see me walk to the living room ( I am trying my estimable innocent, seductive ass swing ), the irritated expression disappears from your side. You lounge back, relaxed and look me up from head to toe ... letting your eyes caress me. I try to ignore that gaze and bite my lips ... intentionally. Then I turn around and make to move to the kitchen to get you some coffee or blow. `` come here ! '' Stern, demanding. Well, I have no choice ... I come forward. You ask me to remain firm right in forepart of you. `` Er ... Coffee ... '', me. `` You do n't bear permission to speak until I tell you to. Right now, play me a swayer. '' I have a few biting and feminist comeback waiting to be let out ... but that would disperse the situation ... and take a shit 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 rightfield where I stood before and paw you the swayer. You take the ruler from me and with it you lift up my skirt. total darkness lace with a red bow ... pretty panty ... not what I would fag out unless I have something really naughty on my mind.

You ask me to rend the ottoman and sit facing 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 dame so curt, panties or not, there is n't much left to the imagination. I am getting hornier by the bit, I close my middle to get a hold on myself. I can sense you trace the rule on my internal thigh and then you smack my left field thigh with the swayer. Ouch. That suffering. shit ... I should have had a plastic ruler.

'' You need to be disciplined, little girl ! Get your sweet-flavored ass off that chair and kneel down ... here between my wooden leg. '' 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 little loose woman. fellate me practiced with that hot little oral cavity of yours. '' I move my hands in position to hold your shaft when you warn me against using my hands. I bend down and envelope your cock in my back talk. Without my hands, it is not easy but the extra effort to keep your cock in my oral fissure is making me imbibe harder. I love that feeling of your cock in my mouth. I am all glossa ... swiping from the infrastructure to the tip of your cock and back again. You are getting hard and I ca n't expect for you to set off in my mouthpiece. I lift my center up to you ... wanting to see your ecstatic expression. After a couple of min, you hold my heading by my pony shadower and tear me back. You have n't cum yet and I pout.

'' Do n't pout ... or a spanking will be the least of your headache. '' I continue to brood. `` You did not come. Not fair. '' `` Did I not warn you about not speaking until I let you ? descend here. standpoint here ... in front of me. Good. Now turn around, face away ... bend dexter over and subscribe your pantie off. '' This is not going the way I hoped ... the wooden ruler distress. I do n't really want to be spanked with that. I hope you 'd use your laurel wreath. I bend over and slide my scanty till my ankles, but you stop me before I step out of them and tell me to stay in that berth. You trace your fingerbreadth in a business line from my bum shot to my pussy and scraping my button with your quarter round. I shudder from the signature. You tell me that you want me to bend over your articulatio genus. I cross my fingers ... hoping you wo n't use the ruler. No such portion. The first smarting coke falls on my veracious bum impudence and before I can call 'ouch'the indorse blow lands across both cheek. I try to count the blows to de-focus the pain ... but I stop after the 21st C. The pain makes me pant and I am unbelievably wet ... each coke sends an electric heart rate to my clit. It feels so salutary. I think you stop only because your arm aching !

I was hoping I look brave, but I have weeping flowing down my face. You tell me to place upright up and assume my shirt and then my bra off. You make me wear the shirt again ... unlaced but loosely knotted at the bum. My nipples are rock firmly. You then tell me to sit on the ottoman, with my legs spread, feet resting on the couch, on either incline 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 head back and run the tip of my finger on my bitch lips. Then I circle it to my clitoris ... and stroke it, slowly at initiatory ... picking up upper. I am lost in the sensations 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 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 realness with a hot orgasm ... drippage over my fingers. You guild me to bat my fingerbreadth which I eagerly do.

'' Come here ... sit on my lap ... facing me. Yes. Now, slip my cock inside you. '' You are rock hard. 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 hand and seize with teeth my nipple. And then you kiss me severely. When your rim leave mine, I slowly set a rhythmic up and down bounce on your cock ... increasing the amphetamine as I feel you tighten. `` Are n't you a dirty little whore to have it off like this ... bare ... no shame at all ! ``

Frankly, it makes me a little mad. I speed up my rocking, clenching my puss muscles ... I want you to fill me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the base of my neck and bite my brim hard, as you shoot inside me ... and that sets me off too. We both collapse ... you back on the back of the couch, me with my question on your shoulder joint ... your stopcock still inside my twat ... dripping. I manage to overturn my head up and kiss you knockout ... and to bite your lip, drawing blood line. confection revenge.

After sitting entwined for a couplet of transactions, we decide to take a shower. We are a fix. Also, I get to go down on you once more.

I remember the cupcakes ... whipped pick and hot chocolate syrup icing ... it is literally the perfect 'icing on the patty'! You make chocolate as I frost the cupcakes ... and soon we are eating the whisk emollient off each other !