I have been wanting to attend one of the comic Cons for a piece now. Finally, I had the fortune. All excited I set out shopping for something in a costume shop to give me an idea on what I can lop up as. Halloween was around the corner and the shop was packed with all sorts of 'sexy something'costumes. I was n't able-bodied to recover anything I could really use to create a risible book of account superhero. Dejected, I was about to lead when I noticed this really cute schooltime girl costume on one of the mannequins. It was n't exactly superhero textile, but I could use it as a alkali for some anime theatrical role. I could actually coiffure 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 more than just the Con. I almost giggled at the counter ... and had an extra bound to my step as I got to the car. My future full stop was the lingerie storage.

I gave you a vociferation and asked if you could drop by my place after you are done shopping with your folks. You said you 'd remember about it. I did n't conceive it might be possible for you to show up on a Friday ... but I had to ask. well, I could work on my costume after luncheon ... the skirt 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 bucketful of cream. Made a batch of chocolate sauce too. Stored them away. I would frost the cupcakes at nighttime. Then I had a long soaking in the tub ... which took longer as I was 'thinking'about you. All freshly scrubbed and a picayune flushed from the exciting/relaxing soaking I sit down to alter the costume. That 's when the doorbell rings.

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 open loosely, showing off quite a bit of cleavage before I open the threshold.

One tone at me and your eyebrows shoot up, you scoot in and you pull me away from the door and slam it shut. `` Is this how you open the room access for people ? '' `` No ... just for the cute guys. '' `` Shameless charwoman ! ``

You push me to the wall and whispering in my ear as you undo the robe, `` I do n't require 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 back up a bit and tease you, `` We 'll see about that. '' I dash to the bedchamber as you lunge to grab me and exclude the door. You stand on the other side and warn me that this will cost me dearly.

I do n't wan na stay fresh you waiting and stewing, so I rush to pull on my pyjamas. That 's when I see the schoolgirl costume. Yes, the skirt is too light for mirthful con and needs to be altered, but it is sodding to excruciate you with.

I quickly put on the lace and satin couplet of undergarments. The bra is a demi-cup, under-wired one. I know it looks good on me. Then I pull on the short circuit tartan skirt and instead of buttoning up the white shirt completely, I just button up the midriff 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 time to braid pigtails, so I just make two side ponies ... besides, it looks cute than braids. Then I pull on my leg warmers over my ankle wind sock coz I ca n't observe my stockings.

I open my bedroom threshold and peek out. You are back on the couch. When you see me walk to the living room ( I am trying my expert innocent, seductive ass golf stroke ), the irritated expression disappears from your facial expression. You lounge back, relaxed and look me up from head to toe ... letting your center caress me. I try to ignore that gaze and sting my mouth ... intentionally. Then I turn around and make to impress to the kitchen to get you some coffee berry or Coke. `` seed here ! '' Stern, demanding. well, I have no alternative ... I come forward. You ask me to stand right in front of you. `` Er ... Coffee ... '', me. `` You do n't suffer permission to talk until I tell you to. Right now, get me a ruler. '' I have a few biting and feminist riposte waiting to be let out ... but that would diffuse the place ... and nominate it not as fun. So, I swing back to my elbow room and get the ruler. I pick the wooden rule instead of the steel one ... brand is cold. I come back and suffer right where I stood before and hand you the rule. You take the ruler from me and with it you lift up my skirt. Black lace with a red bow ... pretty pantie ... not what I would hold out unless I have something really naughty on my mind.

You ask me to pull the footrest and sit facing you. I sit down, as demurely as possible. You tap my human knee with the swayer and indicate that you want them wider apart. With the skirt so dead, panties or not, there is n't a good deal left to the imagination. I am getting hornier by the second, I close my eyes to get a hold on myself. I can find you trace the ruler on my inner thigh and then you smack my leftfield thigh with the rule. Ouch. That suffering. damn ... I should give had a plastic ruler.

'' You need to be disciplined, little little girl ! Get your unfermented ass off that 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 suck me off, you little loose woman. Suck me good with that hot little mouth of yours. '' I move my hands in position to hold your cock when you warn me against using my handwriting. I bend down and envelope your cock in my lip. Without my mitt, it is not well-situated but the redundant crusade to keep your cock in my mouth is making me suck harder. I love that feel of your cock in my mouth. I am all tongue ... swiping from the basis to the tip of your cock and back again. You are getting strong and I ca n't wait for you to explode in my sassing. I lift my eye up to you ... wanting to see your ecstatic verbalism. After a couple of bit, you hold my head by my jigger tails and draw out 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 pout. `` You did not come. Not comely. '' `` Did I not monish you about not speaking until I let you ? fall here. Stand here ... in movement of me. Good. Now turn around, aspect away ... crimp over and take your panty off. '' This is not going the way I hoped ... the wooden ruler scathe. I do n't really need to be spanked with that. I hope you 'd use your ribbon. I bend over and slide my scanty till my ankles, but you stop me before I step out of them and assure me to persist in that position. You trace your digit in a telephone circuit from my bum offer to my twat and scrape my button with your pollex. I shudder from the touch. You tell me that you want me to turn over your knee. I cross my fingers ... hoping you wo n't use the ruler. No such luck. The first smarting blow falls on my right bum nerve and before I can yell 'ouch'the 2nd coke lands across both impertinence. I try to bet the blow to de-focus the pain ... but I stop after the 21st blow. The pain makes me pant and I am unbelievably wet ... each blast sends an electric pulsing to my button. It feels so good. I think you stop only because your arm aches !

I was hoping I look gay, but I have tears flowing down my typeface. 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 undersurface. My teat are rock candy difficult. You then narrate me to sit on the Osmanli, with my legs spread, feet resting on the couch, on either incline 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 head back and run the tip of my finger on my cunt mouth. Then I circle it to my clit ... and stroke it, slowly at first ... picking up speeding. I am lost in the sensations coursing through me ... moaning ... and imagining you forcing me ... in my headspring, I am writhing under you as you hold me down and osculate me concentrated ... I twist and turn to invalidate you sliding your cock inside me ... and when you finally thrust into me triumphantly, I crash back to reality with a hot orgasm ... drippage over my digit. You order me to thrash my fingers which I eagerly do.

'' Come here ... sit on my lap ... facing me. Yes. Now, slither my cock inside you. '' You are rock voiceless. I location your putz and with all that lubrication I slide onto it like a sheath on a well-oiled brand. You grab my waist with one mitt and prick my nipple. And then you kiss me hard. When your lip 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 dirty footling whore to make love like this ... bare ... no shame at all ! ``

Frankly, it makes me a niggling mad. I speed up my rocking, clenching my cunt heftiness ... I want you to fill me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the al-Qaida of my neck and bite my lips hard, as you shoot inside me ... and that Set me off too. We both collapse ... you back on the backrest of the sofa, me with my head on your shoulder ... your hammer still inside my puss ... dripping. I manage to lift my fountainhead up and osculate you hard ... and to bite your lip, drawing blood line. dessert revenge.

After sitting entwined for a couple of minutes, we decide to aim a rain 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 cake'! You make coffee as I frost the cupcakes ... and soon we are eating the whipped ointment off each other !