I have been wanting to attend one of the Comic Cons for a while now. Finally, I had the prospect. All excited I set out shopping for something in a costume shop class to pay me an idea on what I can clothe up as. Halloween was around the corner and the shop was packed with all sort of 'sexy something'costumes. I was n't able to find anything I could really use to make a comic book superhero. Dejected, I was about to leave when I noticed this really cute school girl costume on one of the mannequins. It was n't exactly superhero material, but I could use it as a infrastructure for some gum anime role. I could actually get dressed up for the Con.

As I swiped my circuit 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 counter ... and had an superfluous bounce to my stride as I got to the car. My next halt was the lingerie storage.

I gave you a call and asked if you could throw off by my space after you are done shopping with your folks. You said you 'd think about it. I did n't retrieve it might be potential 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 dead 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 bucketful of pick. Made a batch of chocolate sauce too. Stored them away. I would frost the cupcakes at night. Then I had a tenacious soaking in the tub ... which took yearner as I was 'thinking'about you. All freshly scrubbed and a little flushed from the exciting/relaxing soakage I sit down to spay the costume. That 's when the doorbell annulus.

I look through the peephole and it 's you. I am still wearing my bathrobe and feeling a bit naughty. I let my gown fall clear 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 door and slam it exclude. `` Is this how you open the doorway for multitude ? '' `` No ... just for the cute guys. '' `` Shameless fair sex ! ``

You push me to the wall and voicelessness in my ear as you undo the robe, `` I do n't desire you wearing anything when you open the door for me. And when you are with me, not a stitch. '' I manage to break free and stake up a bit and tease you, `` We 'll see about that. '' I dash to the chamber as you lunge to grab me and shut the door. You stand on the other side and warn me that this will be me dearly.

I do n't wan na hold on you waiting and boiling, so I rush to root for on my pajama. That 's when I see the schoolgirl costume. Yes, the skirt is too suddenly for comic con and needs to be altered, but it is perfective to rack you with.

I quickly put on the lace and satin dyad of undergarments. The bra is a demi-cup, under-wired one. I know it looks just on me. Then I pull on the short plaid skirt and instead of buttoning up the ovalbumin shirt completely, I just button up the halfway two and then tie up the shirt tails under my breasts. 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 meter to braid pigtails, so I just make two side pony ... besides, it looks cuter than braids. Then I pull on my leg warmers over my articulatio talocruralis wind sock coz I ca n't chance my stockings.

I open my chamber door and peek out. You are back on the lounge. When you see me walk to the sustenance room ( I am trying my best innocent, seductive ass swing ), the irritate reflexion disappears from your look. You lounge back, relaxed and face me up from head teacher to toe ... letting your middle caress me. I try to ignore that gaze and sting my lips ... intentionally. Then I turn around and progress to to move to the kitchen to get you some coffee berry or snow. `` seminal fluid here ! '' buns, demanding. fountainhead, I have no selection ... I come forward. You ask me to bear right in front of you. `` Er ... Coffee ... '', me. `` You do n't feature permission to speak until I tell you to. Right now, bring me a rule. '' I have a few biting and feminist retorts waiting to be let out ... but that would spread the berth ... and throw it not as fun. So, I swing back to my room and get the swayer. I pick the wooden rule instead of the steel one ... steel is cold. I come back and stand right where I stood before and hand 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 outwear unless I have something really naughty on my mind.

You ask me to draw in the footstool and sit lining you. I sit down, as demurely as possible. You tap my human knee with the ruler and indicate that you want them wider apart. With the wench so poor, scanty or not, there is n't much left to the imagination. I am getting hornier by the minute, I close my eyes to get a grasp on myself. I can feel you trace the swayer on my inner thigh and then you smack my provide thigh with the ruler. Ouch. That hurt. red cent ... I should have had a formative ruler.

'' You need to be disciplined, little girl ! Get your sweet-scented ass off that electric chair and kneel down ... here between my legs. '' I do as I am told. Meekly. You pull your trouser down and sit back, letting your cock hang out. `` Now lactate me off, you small slut. take in me good with that hot trivial mouth of yours. '' I move my hands in side to hold your cock when you warn me against using my bridge player. I bend down and envelope your cock in my oral fissure. Without my hired hand, it is not easy but the extra endeavor to keep your dick in my mouth is making me suck harder. I love that flavour of your cock in my mouth. I am all natural language ... swiping from the foot to the tip of your dick and back again. You are getting heavy and I ca n't wait for you to irrupt in my sass. I lift my eyes up to you ... wanting to see your ecstatic expression. After a couple of minutes, you hold my mind by my shot glass full dress 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 concern. '' I continue to brood. `` You did not come. Not fairly. '' `` Did I not monish you about not speaking until I let you ? Come here. Stand here ... in front of me. Good. Now turn around, face away ... bend over and exact your scanty 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 palm tree. I bend over and slip my panty till my ankle, but you stop me before I step out of them and severalize me to stay in that post. You trace your fingerbreadth in a line from my bum crack to my cunt and scrape my button with your thumb. I shudder from the touch. You tell me that you want me to bend over your knee. I cross my finger's breadth ... hoping you wo n't use the ruler. No such luck. The kickoff smarting blow falls on my rightfulness bum cheek and before I can shout 'ouch'the second blow lands across both cheeks. I try to count the blow to de-focus the pain ... but I stop after the 21st gust. The bother makes me pant and I am unbelievably wet ... each C sends an electric pulse to my button. It feels so good. I think you stop only because your arm aching !

I was hoping I look braw, but I have snag flowing down my face. You tell me to stand up and consume my shirt and then my bra off. You make me wear the shirt again ... unlaced but loosely knotted at the buns. My nipples are rock hard. You then tell apart me to sit on the footrest, with my leg spread, feet resting on the lounge, 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 mind back and run the tip of my fingerbreadth on my puss backtalk. Then I circle it to my clit ... and stroke it, slowly at first ... picking up speed. I am lost in the star 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 dick inside me ... and when you finally thrust into me triumphantly, I crash back to world with a hot coming ... dripping over my finger's breadth. You order me to lick my fingers which I eagerly do.

'' Come here ... sit on my lap ... facing me. Yes. Now, slew my cock inside you. '' You are rock tough. I situation your peter and with all that lubrication I slide onto it like a sheath on a well-oiled brand. You grab my waistline with one hand and bite my teat. And then you kiss me hard. When your sassing 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 foul little woman of the street to sleep together like this ... bare ... no shame at all ! ``

Frankly, it makes me a little mad. I speed up my rocking, clenching my cunt muscles ... I want you to occupy me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the radical of my neck and bite my lips hard, as you shoot inside me ... and that bent me off too. We both collapse ... you back on the back of the couch, me with my psyche on your shoulder ... your cock still inside my cunt ... dripping. I manage to lift my principal up and kiss you hard ... and to bite your lip, drawing blood. Sweet retaliation.

After sitting entwined for a twosome of arcminute, we decide to take away 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 frosting ... 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 former !