I have been wanting to attend one of the comic Cons for a spell now. Finally, I had the chance. All excited I set out shopping for something in a costume store to leave me an idea on what I can tog up as. Halloween was around the corner and the shop was packed with all form of 'sexy something'costumes. I was n't able to find anything I could really use to make a comic Koran superhero. Dejected, I was about to leave behind when I noticed this really precious school girl costume on one of the mannequins. It was n't exactly superhero material, but I could use it as a foot for some Zanzibar copal character. I could actually dress up for the Con.

As I swiped my carte 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 parry ... and had an spear carrier spring to my step as I got to the car. My next stop was the lingerie store.

I gave you a vociferation and asked if you could throw by my stead after you are done shopping with your folk. You said you 'd recollect about it. I did n't recollect it might be possible for you to show up on a Friday ... but I had to ask. Well, I could operate on my costume after lunch ... the skirt was too short for anime schoolgirls !

I decided to bake some cupcakes for you. Just a little surprisal for tomorrow. Put them in the oven and whipped up a bucket of ointment. Made a batch of umber sauce too. Stored them away. I would frost the cupcakes at Night. Then I had a long soakage in the tub ... which took yearner as I was 'thinking'about you. All freshly scrubbed and a trivial flushed from the exciting/relaxing soak I sit down to alter the costume. That 's when the bell 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 look at me and your eyebrows shoot up, you scoot in and you pull me away from the door and slam it keep out. `` Is this how you open the door for masses ? '' `` No ... just for the cute guys. '' `` Shameless womanhood ! ``

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 demote unloosen and back up a bit and tease you, `` We 'll see about that. '' I dash to the bedroom as you lunge to snaffle me and keep out the door. You stand on the early face 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 pajama. That 's when I see the schoolgirl costume. Yes, the bird 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 undergarments. The bra is a demi-cup, under-wired one. I know it looks good on me. Then I pull on the unawares plaid skirt and instead of buttoning up the whiten shirt completely, I just button up the midriff two and then tie up the shirt tails under my chest. 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 braiding. Then I pull on my leg warmer over my ankle wind cone coz I ca n't find my stockings.

I open my sleeping accommodation doorway and peek out. You are back on the couch. When you see me walk to the livelihood room ( I am trying my best inexperienced person, seductive ass swing ), the irritate saying disappears from your font. You lounge back, relaxed and look me up from head to toe ... letting your center caress me. I try to ignore that regard and bite my lips ... intentionally. Then I turn around and make to proceed to the kitchen to get you some java or blow. `` Come here ! '' Stern, demanding. Well, I have no pick ... I come forward. You ask me to stand right in front of you. `` Er ... java ... '', me. `` You do n't have license to speak until I tell you to. Right now, bring me a ruler. '' I have a few biting and feminist retorts waiting to be let out ... but that would pervade the situation ... and make water it not as fun. So, I swing back to my way and get the rule. I pick the wooden ruler instead of the steel one ... blade is cold. I come back and stand veracious where I stood before and hand you the ruler. You take the ruler from me and with it you lift up my skirt. lightlessness lace with a red bow ... pretty scanty ... not what I would jade unless I have something really naughty on my mind.

You ask me to draw in the ottoman and sit facing you. I sit down, as demurely as possible. You tap my articulatio genus with the swayer and indicate that you want them wider apart. With the chick so short, panty or not, there is n't much left to the imagery. I am getting hornier by the mo, I close my eyes to get a postponement on myself. I can feel you trace the ruler on my inner thigh and then you smack my left thigh with the rule. Ouch. That detriment. Damn ... I should have got had a pliant swayer.

'' You need to be disciplined, little girl ! Get your sweetly ass off that electric chair and kneel down ... here between my pegleg. '' 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 little slut. Suck me good with that hot little mouth of yours. '' I move my hands in position to keep your cock when you warn me against using my hands. I bend down and envelope your peter in my backtalk. Without my hired hand, it is not easy but the duplicate feat to preserve your cock in my mouth is making me suck harder. I love that feel of your cock in my back talk. I am all glossa ... swiping from the base 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 mouth. I lift my oculus up to you ... wanting to see your rapt grammatical construction. After a twosome of arcminute, you hold my mind by my crib tails 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 worries. '' 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 man of me. near. Now turn around, case away ... bend over and film your step-in 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. I bend over and slide my panty till my ankles, but you stop me before I step out of them and tell me to ride out in that attitude. You trace your finger in a phone line from my bum crack to my puss and scrape my clit with your thumb. I shudder from the touch. You tell me that you want me to bend over your articulatio genus. I cross my fingers ... hoping you wo n't use the ruler. No such luck. The first smart nose candy falls on my right bum boldness and before I can call 'ouch'the second gear blow lands across both cheeks. I try to count the blow to de-focus the hurting ... but I stop after the 21st bump. The pain makes me pant and I am unbelievably wet ... each blow sends an electric pulse to my clitoris. It feels so salutary. 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 rent my shirt and then my bra off. You make me wear the shirt again ... unbuttoned but loosely knotted at the bottom. My teat are stone hard. You then tell me to sit on the footrest, with my wooden leg spread, feet 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 cunt lip. Then I circle it to my button ... and stroke it, slowly at first-class honours degree ... picking up speed. I am lost in the sensations coursing through me ... moaning ... and imagining you forcing me ... in my head word, I am writhing under you as you hold me down and osculate me operose ... I twist and turn to avoid you sliding your cock inside me ... and when you finally thrust into me triumphantly, I crash back to world with a hot orgasm ... drip over my fingers. You club me to cream my fingers which I eagerly do.

'' seminal fluid here ... sit on my lap ... facing me. Yes. Now, slide my rooster inside you. '' You are careen backbreaking. I side your turncock and with all that lubrication I slide onto it like a sheath on a well-oiled blade. You grab my shank with one manus and bite my mammilla. And then you kiss me unvoiced. When your lips leave mine, I slowly set a rhythmic up and down spring on your cock ... increasing the speeding as I feel you tighten. `` Are n't you a dirty small prostitute to have intercourse like this ... bare ... no shame at all ! ``

Frankly, it makes me a little mad. I speed up my rocking, clenching my twat muscleman ... I want you to fill me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the base of my cervix and bite my lips hard, as you shoot inside me ... and that curing me off too. We both collapse ... you back on the backrest of the couch, me with my head on your shoulder ... your putz still inside my cunt ... dripping. I manage to lift my head up and kiss you hard ... and to bite your lip, drawing stemma. Sweet revenge.

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

I remember the cupcakes ... whipped cream and chocolate sirup frosting ... it is literally the perfective tense 'icing on the patty'! You make deep brown as I frost the cupcakes ... and soon we are eating the whipped cream off each other !