I have been wanting to attend one of the comedian hustle for a spell now. Finally, I had the hazard. All excited I set out shopping for something in a costume workshop to give me an melodic theme on what I can garnish up as. Halloween was around the corner and the shop was packed with all variety of 'sexy something'costumes. I was n't able to find anything I could really use to create a comic leger superhero. Dejected, I was about to leave when I noticed this really cute school girl costume on one of the form. It was n't exactly superhero fabric, but I could use it as a base for some anime eccentric. I could actually dress up for the Con.

As I swiped my placard 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 bounce to my step as I got to the car. My adjacent catch was the lingerie store.

I gave you a call and asked if you could drop by my piazza after you are done shopping with your folks. You said you 'd think about it. I did n't think it might be possible for you to bear witness up on a Friday ... but I had to ask. fountainhead, I could do work on my costume after lunch ... the skirt was too short-circuit 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 cream. Made a batch of deep brown sauce too. Stored them away. I would frost the cupcakes at Night. Then I had a long soak in the tub ... which took farseeing as I was 'thinking'about you. All freshly scrubbed and a slight 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 free fall open loosely, showing off quite a bit of segmentation before I open the doorway.

One looking at me and your eyebrow shoot up, you scoot in and you pull me away from the door and bang it close. `` Is this how you open the door for people ? '' `` No ... just for the cute guys. '' `` Shameless charwoman ! ``

You push me to the paries and whisper in my ear as you undo the robe, `` I do n't need you wearing anything when you open the door for me. And when you are with me, not a stitch. '' I manage to violate liberal and back up up a bit and tease you, `` We 'll see about that. '' I dash to the bedroom as you lunge to snap up me and shut the door. You stand on the other face and admonish me that this will cost me dearly.

I do n't wan na keep you waiting and simmering, so I rush to pull on my pyjamas. That 's when I see the schoolgirl costume. Yes, the bird is too light for comic con and needs to be altered, but it is perfect to torture you with.

I quickly put on the lace and satin duad of undergarments. The bra is a demi-cup, under-wired one. I know it looks sound on me. Then I pull on the short plaid dame and instead of buttoning up the albumen shirt completely, I just button up the center two and then tie up the shirt tails under my white meat. I look in the mirror and I think it will do, my hair wo n't though ... I grab a couple of scrunchies, there is no time to pleach pigtails, so I just make two incline trot ... besides, it looks cuter than gold braid. Then I pull on my leg warmers over my ankle socks coz I ca n't find my stockings.

I open my bedchamber door and peek out. You are back on the couch. When you see me take the air to the living elbow room ( I am trying my best innocent, seductive ass swing ), the chafe expression disappears from your face. You lounge back, relaxed and look me up from head to toe ... letting your middle caress me. I try to ignore that gaze and bite my lips ... intentionally. Then I turn around and ready to move to the kitchen to get you some coffee or coke. `` Come here ! '' bum, demanding. Well, I have no choice ... I come forward. You ask me to stand right in front of you. `` Er ... Coffee ... '', me. `` You do n't consume license to speak until I tell you to. Right now, bring me a rule. '' I have a few biting and feminist riposte waiting to be let out ... but that would penetrate the situation ... and piss it not as fun. So, I swing back to my way and get the ruler. I pick the wooden swayer instead of the steel one ... steel is low temperature. I come back and stand the right way where I stood before and manus you the ruler. You take the ruler from me and with it you lift up my skirt. Black lace with a red bow ... pretty panties ... not what I would bear unless I have something really naughty on my mind.

You ask me to pull the ottoman and sit veneer you. I sit down, as demurely as possible. You tap my stifle with the ruler and indicate that you want them wider apart. With the chick so short circuit, panties or not, there is n't a great deal left to the imagination. I am getting hornier by the minute, I close my eyes to get a postponement on myself. I can feel you trace the rule on my inner thigh and then you smack my left thigh with the ruler. Ouch. That hurt. Damn ... I should consume had a charge plate ruler.

'' You need to be disciplined, fiddling girlfriend ! Get your sweet ass off that president and kneel down ... here between my leg. '' I do as I am told. Meekly. You pull your trousers down and sit back, letting your pecker hang out. `` Now suck me off, you little slut. suck in me trade good with that hot little mouth of yours. '' I move my hands in placement to retain 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 easy but the extra effort to keep your cock in my mouthpiece is making me sucking harder. I love that feel of your cock in my mouth. I am all tongue ... swiping from the nucleotide to the tip of your cock and back again. You are getting hard and I ca n't wait for you to explode in my rima oris. I lift my optic up to you ... wanting to see your ecstatic locution. After a couple of arcminute, you hold my straits by my pony posterior and pull me back. You have n't cum yet and I pout.

'' Do n't sulk ... or a spanking will be the least of your worry. '' I continue to pout. `` You did not come. Not fairly. '' `` Did I not warn you about not speaking until I let you ? Come here. Stand here ... in front of me. Good. Now turn around, font away ... bend over and take your panty off. '' This is not going the way I hoped ... the wooden ruler harm. I do n't really want to be spanked with that. I hope you 'd use your palm. I bend over and slide my panty till my ankles, but you stop me before I step out of them and tell apart me to stay put in that place. You trace your finger in a ancestry from my bum crack to my snatch and scrape my clit with your pollex. I shudder from the touch. You tell me that you want me to turn away over your knee joint. I cross my fingers ... hoping you wo n't use the ruler. No such luck. The initiative smarting blow falls on my rightfield bum cheek and before I can shout out 'ouch'the second blow lands across both cheeks. I try to count the blows to de-focus the pain ... but I stop after the 21st reversal. The painfulness makes me pant and I am unbelievably wet ... each blow sends an electrical pulse to my clit. It feels so soundly. I think you stop only because your arm ache !

I was hoping I look brave, but I have tears flowing down my boldness. You tell me to stand up and take my shirt and then my bra off. You make me wear the shirt again ... unbuttoned but loosely knotted at the bottom. My pap are rock and roll hard. You then tell me to sit on the ottoman, with my legs spread, pes resting on the sofa, on either side of you. It hurts to sit on my bum. It burns actually. Then you tell me to feel myself while you watch me. I throw my caput back and run the tip of my finger on my cunt lips. Then I circle it to my clit ... and stroke it, slowly at get-go ... picking up hurrying. I am lost in the sensations coursing through me ... moaning ... and imagining you forcing me ... in my top dog, I am writhing under you as you hold me down and kiss me hard ... I twist and turn to avoid you sliding your dick inside me ... and when you finally thrust into me triumphantly, I crash back to reality with a hot orgasm ... dripping over my digit. You order me to lick my digit which I eagerly do.

'' ejaculate here ... sit on my lap ... facing me. Yes. Now, slew my hammer inside you. '' You are sway laborious. I billet 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 bite my nipples. And then you kiss me hard. When your rim leave mine, I slowly set a rhythmical up and down bounce on your cock ... increasing the speed as I feel you tighten. `` Are n't you a dirty trivial whore to fuck like this ... bare ... no ignominy at all ! ``

Frankly, it makes me a little mad. I speed up my rocking, clenching my cunt brawn ... I want you to meet me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the cornerstone of my neck opening and bite 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 head on your shoulder ... your putz still inside my cunt ... dripping. I manage to lift my head up and kiss you toilsome ... and to bite your lip, drawing blood. Sweet retaliation.

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

I remember the cupcakes ... whipped ointment and drinking chocolate sirup icing ... it is literally the perfect 'icing on the cake'! You make coffee as I frost the cupcakes ... and soon we are eating the whipped cream off each other !