I have been wanting to assist 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 feed me an theme on what I can get dressed up as. Allhallows Eve was around the recession and the shop was packed with all sorts of 'sexy something'costumes. I was n't able to find out anything I could really use to make a risible book superhero. Dejected, I was about to depart when I noticed this really cute school lady friend costume on one of the mannequins. It was n't exactly superhero stuff, but I could use it as a pedestal for some anime character. I could actually dress up for the Con.

As I swiped my plug-in 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 extra bouncing to my step as I got to the car. My next stop was the lingerie store.

I gave you a phone call and asked if you could spend by my place after you are done shopping with your folks. You said you 'd reckon 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 play on my costume after lunch ... the skirt was too unforesightful 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 emollient. Made a muckle of hot chocolate sauce too. Stored them away. I would ice the cupcakes at night. Then I had a prospicient soaking 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 tintinnabulation.

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 heart-to-heart 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 door and mosh it keep out. `` Is this how you open the door for people ? '' `` No ... just for the cute guy cable. '' `` Shameless fair sex ! ``

You push me to the wall and whispering 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 fall in unloose and endorse up a bit and ribbing you, `` We 'll see about that. '' I dash to the bedchamber as you lunge to grab me and shut out the doorway. You stand on the early position 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 short for comic con and needs to be altered, but it is perfect to torment you with.

I quickly put on the lace and satin brace of unmentionable. The bra is a demi-cup, under-wired one. I know it looks good on me. Then I pull on the short-change plaid skirt and instead of buttoning up the E. B. 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 pilus wo n't though ... I grab a couple of scrunchies, there is no metre to braid pigtails, so I just make two position crib ... besides, it looks precious than braiding. Then I pull on my leg warmers over my ankle joint wind sleeve coz I ca n't determine my stockings.

I open my bedroom door and peep out. You are back on the sofa. When you see me walk to the sustenance room ( I am trying my best innocent, seductive ass vacillation ), the irritated verbal expression disappears from your boldness. You lounge back, relaxed and see me up from head to toe ... letting your optic fondle me. I try to ignore that gaze and bite my lips ... intentionally. Then I turn around and make to motivate to the kitchen to get you some coffee or coke. `` Come here ! '' Stern, demanding. Well, I have no choice ... I come forward. You ask me to stand right in front of you. `` Er ... umber ... '', me. `` You do n't have permit to speak until I tell you to. Right now, bring me a ruler. '' I have a few biting and women's liberationist retort waiting to be let out ... but that would distribute the berth ... and make up it not as fun. So, I swing back to my room and get the ruler. I pick the wooden ruler instead of the brand one ... steel is low temperature. I come back and stand aright where I stood before and hand you the swayer. You take the swayer from me and with it you lift up my skirt. blackamoor lace with a red bow ... middling step-in ... not what I would break unless I have something really naughty on my mind.

You ask me to pull the pouffe and sit facing you. I sit down, as demurely as possible. You tap my knee with the ruler and indicate that you want them wider apart. With the bird so inadequate, panties or not, there is n't a good deal left to the imaginativeness. I am getting hornier by the minute, 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 will second joint with the swayer. Ouch. That injury. Damn ... I should hold had a plastic ruler.

'' You need to be disciplined, little missy ! Get your sweet ass off that chair and kneel down ... here between my stage. '' I do as I am told. Meekly. You pull your trousers down and sit back, letting your cock hang out. `` Now suck me off, you petty slut. suck in me good with that hot picayune back talk of yours. '' I move my hands in position to check your turncock when you warn me against using my hands. I bend down and envelope your cock in my mouth. Without my deal, it is not easily but the extra try to observe your peter in my oral fissure is making me absorb harder. I love that feel of your prick in my sass. 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 hold off for you to break loose in my lip. I lift my optic up to you ... wanting to see your rapturous expression. After a pair of minutes, you hold my psyche by my shot glass tails and pull me back. You have n't cum yet and I pout.

'' Do n't mop ... or a spanking will be the least of your trouble. '' I continue to mop. `` You did not come. Not fair. '' `` Did I not warn you about not speaking until I let you ? Come here. standpoint here ... in presence of me. Good. Now turn around, face away ... bend over and subscribe your pantie off. '' This is not going the way I hoped ... the wooden swayer hurts. I do n't really require to be spanked with that. I hope you 'd use your palm. I bend over and skid my step-in till my ankle, but you stop me before I step out of them and evidence me to stay in that position. You trace your finger in a melodic line from my bum crack to my snatch and abrasion my clit with your pollex. I shudder from the touch. You tell me that you want me to bend over your knee. I cross my fingers ... hoping you wo n't use the swayer. No such luck. The first smartness bump falls on my veracious bum cheek and before I can shout out 'ouch'the sec gust lands across both cheeks. I try to count the blows to de-focus the pain ... but I stop after the 21st black eye. The infliction makes me trouser and I am unbelievably wet ... each gust sends an electric pulse to my clit. It feels so honest. I think you stop only because your arm aching !

I was hoping I look hardy, but I have rent flowing down my look. You tell me to fend up and take my shirt and then my bra off. You make me wear the shirt again ... unbuttoned but loosely knotted at the derriere. My nipples are rock strong. You then severalise me to sit on the ottoman, with my legs spread, human 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 head back and run the tip of my finger on my twat lips. 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 headway, I am writhing under you as you hold me down and kiss me hard ... I twist and turn to avoid you sliding your putz inside me ... and when you finally thrust into me triumphantly, I crash back to reality with a hot sexual climax ... dripping over my fingerbreadth. You parliamentary procedure me to lick my digit which I eagerly do.

'' Come here ... sit on my lap ... facing me. Yes. Now, slither my cock inside you. '' You are stone heavily. I position your cock and with all that lubrication I slide onto it like a sheath on a well-oiled blade. You grab my waistline with one bridge player and bite my pap. And then you kiss me hard. When your lips leave mine, I slowly set a rhythmical up and down bouncing on your putz ... increasing the amphetamine as I feel you tighten. `` Are n't you a unclean little whore to bonk like this ... bare ... no shame at all ! ``

Frankly, it makes me a piffling mad. I speed up my rocking, clenching my cunt muscles ... I want you to fill me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the base of my neck and bite my lips hard, as you shoot inside me ... and that lot me off too. We both collapse ... you back on the backrest of the couch, me with my drumhead on your shoulder ... your stopcock still inside my cunt ... dripping. I manage to lift my head up and osculate you intemperate ... and to bite your lip, drawing blood. Sweet retaliation.

After sitting entwined for a couple of minute of arc, 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 chocolate sirup frosting ... it is literally the perfect 'icing on the patty'! You make coffee as I frost the cupcakes ... and soon we are eating the whisk ointment off each other !