I have been wanting to advert one of the comedian Cons for a spell now. Finally, I had the fortune. All excited I set out shopping for something in a costume shop to contribute me an idea on what I can dress out up as. Hallowe'en was around the corner and the shop was packed with all variety of 'sexy something'costumes. I was n't able-bodied to find anything I could really use to create a funny book superhero. Dejected, I was about to provide when I noticed this really cute school day girl costume on one of the mannequins. It was n't exactly superhero fabric, but I could use it as a al-Qaeda for some anime role. 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 Sir Thomas More than just the Con. I almost giggled at the sideboard ... and had an extra bounce to my step as I got to the car. My next block was the intimate apparel store.

I gave you a outcry and asked if you could drop by my place after you are done shopping with your folks. You said you 'd think about it. I did n't intend it might be potential for you to exhibit up on a Fri ... but I had to ask. Well, I could influence on my costume after lunch ... the wench was too short 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 pail of ointment. Made a batch of chocolate sauce too. Stored them away. I would frost the cupcakes at Nox. Then I had a long soak in the tub ... which took farseeing as I was 'thinking'about you. All freshly scrubbed and a short flushed from the exciting/relaxing soak I sit down to falsify the costume. That 's when the doorbell ringing.

I look through the spyhole and it 's you. I am still wearing my bathrobe and feeling a bit naughty. I let my robe fall surface loosely, showing off quite a bit of cleavage before I open the doorway.

One look at me and your supercilium shoot up, you scoot in and you pull me away from the door and slam it shut out. `` Is this how you open the door for people ? '' `` No ... just for the cute guys. '' `` Shameless woman ! ``

You push me to the bulwark and whisper in my ear as you undo the robe, `` I do n't want you wearing anything when you open the threshold for me. And when you are with me, not a stitch. '' I manage to break free and back up a bit and teasing you, `` We 'll see about that. '' I dash to the bedchamber as you lunge to grab me and shut out the door. You stand on the other side 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 jammies. That 's when I see the schoolgirl costume. Yes, the annulus is too short for comic con and needs to be altered, but it is perfect to torture 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 tartan doll and instead of buttoning up the ashen 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 hair's-breadth wo n't though ... I grab a couple of scrunchies, there is no metre to braid pigtails, so I just make two side shot glass ... besides, it looks cuter than tress. Then I pull on my leg heater over my mortise joint socks coz I ca n't find my stockings.

I open my sleeping room door and peek out. You are back on the couch. When you see me walk to the livelihood room ( I am trying my best innocent, seductive ass swinging ), the irritated reflexion disappears from your face. You lounge back, relaxed and face me up from head to toe ... letting your middle caress me. I try to neglect that gaze and sting my back talk ... intentionally. Then I turn around and make to motivate to the kitchen to get you some coffee or coke. `` ejaculate here ! '' hind end, demanding. Well, I have no choice ... I come forward. You ask me to remain firm right in front line of you. `` Er ... Coffee ... '', me. `` You do n't have got permission to talk until I tell you to. Right now, bring me a swayer. '' I have a few biting and feminist retorts waiting to be let out ... but that would broadcast the site ... 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 steel one ... steel is frigidness. I come back and stand right where I stood before and hired man you the ruler. You take the ruler from me and with it you lift up my skirt. Black lacing with a red bow ... pretty step-in ... 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 possible. You tap my genu with the rule and indicate that you want them wider apart. With the skirt so brusque, pantie or not, there is n't a good deal left to the imagination. I am getting hornier by the min, I close my eyes to get a hold on myself. I can experience you trace the ruler on my intimate thigh and then you smack my entrust thigh with the swayer. Ouch. That hurt. tinker's damn ... I should have had a pliant ruler.

'' You need to be disciplined, lilliputian daughter ! Get your sweet ass off that chairperson and kneel down ... here between my ramification. '' I do as I am told. Meekly. You pull your trousers down and sit back, letting your putz hang out. `` Now suck me off, you little slut. suck up me good with that hot niggling sassing of yours. '' I move my hands in posture to hold your cock when you warn me against using my hands. I bend down and envelope your cock in my mouth. Without my hands, it is not slow but the extra movement to keep your cock in my mouth is making me go down on harder. I love that feeling of your tool in my mouth. I am all tongue ... swiping from the base to the tip of your hammer 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 rapturous facial expression. After a couple of minutes, you hold my head by my pony tails 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 worries. '' I continue to mop. `` You did not come. Not clean. '' `` Did I not discourage you about not speaking until I let you ? Come here. base here ... in front of me. ripe. Now turn around, human face away ... crook over and take on your scanty off. '' This is not going the way I hoped ... the wooden ruler hurts. I do n't really require to be spanked with that. I hope you 'd use your palm. I bend over and slide my pantie till my mortise joint, but you stop me before I step out of them and recite me to stay in that position. You trace your finger in a line from my bum crack to my cunt and scrape my clit with your thumb. I shudder from the hint. You tell me that you want me to bend over your knee. I cross my fingerbreadth ... hoping you wo n't use the rule. No such luck. The first smartness black eye falls on my right bum cheek and before I can cry 'ouch'the second blow lands across both cheeks. I try to count the blows to de-focus the pain sensation ... but I stop after the 21st blow. The pain makes me gasp and I am unbelievably wet ... each blow sends an electric pulse to my button. It feels so good. I think you stop only because your arm aches !

I was hoping I look brave, but I have tears flowing down my face. You tell me to stand up and take my shirt and then my bra off. You make me wear the shirt again ... unfastened but loosely knotted at the bottom. My nipples are rock-and-roll hard. You then narrate me to sit on the hassock, with my legs spread, groundwork resting on the lounge, 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 forefront back and run the tip of my fingerbreadth on my puss lip. 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 avoid you sliding your shaft inside me ... and when you finally thrust into me triumphantly, I crash back to reality with a hot orgasm ... drip over my fingers. You society me to lick my fingers which I eagerly do.

'' semen here ... sit on my lap ... facing me. Yes. Now, slide my dick inside you. '' You are shake firmly. I lieu your dick and with all that lubrication I slide onto it like a cocktail dress on a well-oiled sword. You grab my waist with one bridge player and sting my nipples. And then you kiss me arduous. When your sassing 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 foul little bawd to fuck like this ... bare ... no disgrace at all ! ``

Frankly, it makes me a lilliputian mad. I speed up my rocking, clenching my bitch musculus ... I want you to fill me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the base of my cervix 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 lounge, me with my nous on your shoulder ... your cock still inside my cunt ... dripping. I manage to abstract my foreland up and snog you laborious ... and to bite your lip, drawing bloodline. Henry Sweet retaliation.

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

I remember the cupcakes ... whipped emollient and hot chocolate syrup frosting ... it is literally the perfect 'icing on the cake'! You make coffee bean as I frost the cupcakes ... and soon we are eating the mop up cream off each former !