I have been wanting to attend one of the comedian convict for a while now. Finally, I had the chance. All excited I set out shopping for something in a costume shop to throw me an musical theme on what I can apparel up as. Halloween was around the corner and the store was packed with all kind of 'sexy something'costumes. I was n't able to get hold anything I could really use to produce a comic Holy Writ superhero. Dejected, I was about to leave when I noticed this really cute school miss costume on one of the mannikin. It was n't exactly superhero material, but I could use it as a base for some anime persona. I could actually groom up for the Con.

As I swiped my bill for the costume, it occurred to me that the costume was going to be used for more than than just the Con. I almost giggled at the sideboard ... and had an surplus bounce to my step as I got to the car. My future stop was the lingerie depot.

I gave you a telephone call and asked if you could dribble by my topographic point after you are done shopping with your common people. You said you 'd think 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 on my costume after luncheon ... the bird was too short for anime schoolgirls !

I decided to bake some cupcakes for you. Just a niggling surprisal for tomorrow. Put them in the oven and whipped up a bucket of ointment. Made a wad of drinking chocolate sauce too. Stored them away. I would frost the cupcakes at night. Then I had a long soak 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 castrate 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 threshold.

One flavour at me and your eyebrows shoot up, you scoot in and you pull me away from the door and thrash it shut. `` Is this how you open the door for mass ? '' `` No ... just for the cute bozo. '' `` Shameless cleaning woman ! ``

You push me to the bulwark and voicelessness 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 justify and back up a bit and tease you, `` We 'll see about that. '' I dash to the sleeping room as you lunge to grab me and shut the door. You stand on the other side of meat and discourage me that this will be me dearly.

I do n't wan na keep you waiting and boiling, so I rush to attract on my pyjamas. That 's when I see the schoolgirl costume. Yes, the skirt is too myopic for comic con and needs to be altered, but it is perfective tense 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 honest on me. Then I pull on the shortly 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 knocker. I look in the mirror and I think it will do, my haircloth wo n't though ... I grab a twain of scrunchies, there is no clock time to pleach pigtails, so I just make two side pony ... besides, it looks cute than braids. Then I pull on my leg warmers over my ankle wind cone coz I ca n't find my stockings.

I open my bedroom door and peep out. You are back on the lounge. When you see me walk to the living way ( I am trying my secure innocent, seductive ass vacillation ), the devil expression disappears from your font. You lounge back, relaxed and face me up from straits to toe ... letting your eyes caress me. I try to ignore that gaze and prick my lips ... intentionally. Then I turn around and piddle to move to the kitchen to get you some coffee or snow. `` semen here ! '' Stern, demanding. Well, I have no alternative ... I come forward. You ask me to brook right in figurehead of you. `` Er ... Coffee ... '', me. `` You do n't let license to mouth until I tell you to. Right now, add me a ruler. '' I have a few biting and women's liberationist replication waiting to be let out ... but that would diffuse the site ... and make it not as fun. So, I swing back to my way and get the ruler. I pick the wooden ruler instead of the steel one ... sword is cold. I come back and stand mighty where I stood before and hand you the swayer. You take the ruler from me and with it you lift up my skirt. Black lace with a red bow ... somewhat panties ... not what I would jade unless I have something really naughty on my mind.

You ask me to pull the hassock and sit veneer you. I sit down, as demurely as potential. You tap my knees with the ruler and indicate that you want them wider apart. With the dame so unforesightful, panties or not, there is n't lots left to the imagination. I am getting hornier by the moment, I close my middle to get a hold on myself. I can feel you trace the ruler on my interior thigh and then you smack my left thigh with the ruler. Ouch. That suffering. Damn ... I should have had a formative swayer.

'' You need to be disciplined, little female child ! 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 pecker hang out. `` Now wet-nurse me off, you short slut. Suck me good with that hot petty mouth of yours. '' I move my script in position to hold your rooster when you warn me against using my hand. I bend down and envelope your cock in my oral fissure. Without my custody, it is not loose but the extra sweat to keep your cock in my mouth is making me suck harder. I love that smell of your pecker in my oral cavity. I am all clapper ... swiping from the base to the tip of your rooster and back again. You are getting hard and I ca n't hold back for you to detonate in my mouth. I lift my eyes up to you ... wanting to see your ecstatic locution. After a couple of min, you hold my point by my pony bum and pull 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 pout. `` You did not come. Not middling. '' `` Did I not monish you about not speaking until I let you ? do here. Stand here ... in front of me. undecomposed. Now turn around, face away ... bend over and postulate your panty off. '' This is not going the way I hoped ... the wooden ruler hurts. I do n't really want to be spanked with that. I hope you 'd use your medallion. I bend over and slide my step-in till my ankles, but you stop me before I step out of them and secernate me to stay in that position. You trace your finger in a demarcation from my bum cracking to my cunt and scrape my clit with your pollex. I shudder from the touch. 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 lot. The low gear smartness nose candy falls on my right bum cheek and before I can scream 'ouch'the secondly blow lands across both boldness. I try to count the blows to de-focus the pain in the neck ... but I stop after the 21st shock. The pain makes me pant and I am unbelievably wet ... each snow sends an electrical heartbeat to my clit. It feels so good. I think you stop only because your arm ache !

I was hoping I look dauntless, but I have tears flowing down my face. You tell me to bear up and learn my shirt and then my bra off. You make me wear the shirt again ... unbuttoned but loosely knotted at the bottom. My nipples are rock hard. You then tell me to sit on the ottoman, with my legs spread, metrical foot 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 header back and run the tip of my finger on my cunt brim. Then I circle it to my button ... 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 head, I am writhing under you as you hold me down and buss me hard ... I twist and turn to avert you sliding your shaft inside me ... and when you finally thrust into me triumphantly, I crash back to world with a hot orgasm ... dripping over my finger. You order me to lick my finger which I eagerly do.

'' Come here ... sit on my lap ... facing me. Yes. Now, slide my tool inside you. '' You are rock 'n' roll knockout. I position your turncock 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 bite my nipples. And then you kiss me hard. When your lips leave mine, I slowly set a rhythmic up and down bounciness on your cock ... increasing the speed as I feel you tighten. `` Are n't you a unclean niggling whore to fuck like this ... bare ... no disgrace at all ! ``

Frankly, it makes me a minuscule mad. I speed up my rocking, clenching my cunt brawniness ... I want you to fill me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the base of my neck opening and seize with teeth my lips hard, as you shoot inside me ... and that sets me off too. We both collapse ... you back on the backrest of the sofa, me with my headland on your shoulder ... your cock still inside my cunt ... dripping. I manage to go up my capitulum up and kiss you surd ... and to prick your lip, drawing blood. Sweet retaliation.

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

I remember the cupcakes ... whipped cream and coffee syrup ice ... it is literally the pure 'icing on the bar'! You make coffee as I frost the cupcakes ... and soon we are eating the whipped cream off each early !