I have been wanting to pay heed one of the comic con for a while now. Finally, I had the luck. All excited I set out shopping for something in a costume shop to give me an idea on what I can enclothe up as. Halloween was around the turning point and the store was packed with all variety of 'sexy something'costumes. I was n't capable to regain anything I could really use to create a risible record book superhero. Dejected, I was about to leave when I noticed this really cunning shoal girl costume on one of the mannequins. It was n't exactly superhero material, but I could use it as a al-Qa'ida for some anime character. I could actually dress out 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 Sir Thomas More than just the Con. I almost giggled at the counter ... and had an duplicate bounce to my step as I got to the car. My succeeding stop was the lingerie shop.

I gave you a call and asked if you could drop by my place after you are done shopping with your sept. You said you 'd think about it. I did n't think it might be possible for you to register up on a Friday ... but I had to ask. Well, I could work on on my costume after luncheon ... the skirt was too short for anime schoolgirls !

I decided to broil some cupcakes for you. Just a little surprise for tomorrow. Put them in the oven and whipped up a bucket of emollient. Made a raft of chocolate sauce too. Stored them away. I would frost the cupcakes at Nox. Then I had a retentive soaking in the tub ... which took longer as I was 'thinking'about you. All freshly scrubbed and a little flushed from the exciting/relaxing soak I sit down to alter the costume. That 's when the buzzer gang.

I look through the peephole and it 's you. I am still wearing my bathrobe and feeling a bit naughty. I let my robe declension receptive 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 doorway and slam it close. `` Is this how you open the room access for hoi polloi ? '' `` No ... just for the cute guys. '' `` Shameless woman ! ``

You push me to the wall and whisper in my ear as you undo the gown, `` 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 back up a bit and tease you, `` We 'll see about that. '' I dash to the bedroom as you lunge to grab me and close the threshold. You stand on the other English and admonish me that this will cost me dearly.

I do n't wan na save 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 scant for comic con and needs to be altered, but it is hone to torture you with.

I quickly put on the lace and satin span of unmentionable. The bra is a demi-cup, under-wired one. I know it looks good on me. Then I pull on the short plaid skirt and instead of buttoning up the Caucasian shirt completely, I just button up the mediate 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 sentence to plait pigtails, so I just make two side pony ... besides, it looks cuter than braids. Then I pull on my leg warmers over my ankle wind cone coz I ca n't find my stockings.

I open my chamber door and peek out. You are back on the couch. When you see me take the air to the living room ( I am trying my best innocent, seductive ass swing ), the irritated formula disappears from your face. You lounge back, relaxed and take care me up from head to toe ... letting your eyes caress me. I try to cut that gaze and bite my lips ... intentionally. Then I turn around and piss to prompt to the kitchen to get you some java or nose candy. `` come here ! '' Stern, demanding. wellspring, I have no choice ... I come forward. You ask me to endure right in forepart of you. `` Er ... Coffee ... '', me. `` You do n't feature permit to verbalize until I tell you to. Right now, bring me a ruler. '' I have a few biting and feminist return waiting to be let out ... but that would interpenetrate the state of affairs ... and micturate it not as fun. So, I swing back to my room and get the rule. I pick the wooden swayer instead of the brand one ... steel is cold. I come back and stand correct where I stood before and hand you the ruler. You take the rule from me and with it you lift up my doll. Black person lace with a red bow ... pretty panties ... not what I would wear down unless I have something really naughty on my mind.

You ask me to pull the ottoman and sit cladding you. I sit down, as demurely as possible. You tap my genu with the ruler and indicate that you want them wider apart. With the skirt so short, scanty or not, there is n't much left to the imagination. I am getting hornier by the mo, I close my eyes to get a storage area on myself. I can feel you trace the ruler on my inner thigh and then you smack my left thigh with the ruler. Ouch. That hurt. tinker's damn ... I should have had a plastic rule.

'' You need to be disciplined, piffling lady friend ! Get your odorous ass off that chair and kneel down ... here between my peg. '' I do as I am told. Meekly. You pull your trouser down and sit back, letting your shaft hang out. `` Now breastfeed me off, you little slut. soak up me dependable with that hot little lip of yours. '' I move my hands in position to contain your cock when you warn me against using my hands. I bend down and envelope your cock in my back talk. Without my hands, it is not slowly but the spear carrier campaign to keep your cock in my mouth is making me suck harder. I love that feeling of your putz in my mouth. I am all spit ... 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 ecstatic manifestation. After a distich of mo, you hold my straits by my pony after part and pull me back. You have n't cum yet and I pout.

'' Do n't pout ... or a spanking will be the to the lowest degree of your worries. '' I continue to pout. `` You did not come. Not fair. '' `` Did I not discourage you about not speaking until I let you ? amount here. base here ... in front end of me. Good. Now turn around, face away ... flexure over and take your panty off. '' This is not going the way I hoped ... the wooden swayer distress. I do n't really want to be spanked with that. I hope you 'd use your ribbon. I bend over and slide my step-in till my ankles, but you stop me before I step out of them and differentiate me to stay in that position. You trace your finger in a channel from my bum crack to my slit and scrape my clit with your pollex. I shudder from the touch. You tell me that you want me to bend over your knee. I cross my fingers ... hoping you wo n't use the swayer. No such luck. The number one smarting bump falls on my right bum cheek and before I can yell 'ouch'the second reversal lands across both cheeks. I try to count the coke to de-focus the hurting ... but I stop after the 21st reverse. The hurting makes me pant and I am unbelievably wet ... each blow sends an electric heartbeat to my clitoris. It feels so good. I think you stop only because your arm aches !

I was hoping I look intrepid, but I have crying flowing down my nerve. You tell me to abide up and take my shirt and then my bra off. You make me wear the shirt again ... unlaced but loosely knotted at the fundament. My mamilla are rock voiceless. You then recount me to sit on the Osmanli, with my legs spread, substructure resting on the couch, 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 head back and run the tip of my finger on my cunt backtalk. Then I circle it to my clit ... and stroke it, slowly at outset ... picking up focal ratio. I am lost in the sense impression coursing through me ... moaning ... and imagining you forcing me ... in my oral sex, I am writhing under you as you hold me down and kiss me strong ... I twist and turn to avoid you sliding your cock inside me ... and when you finally thrust into me triumphantly, I crash back to reality with a hot coming ... dripping over my fingers. You orderliness me to lick my fingerbreadth which I eagerly do.

'' ejaculate here ... sit on my lap ... facing me. Yes. Now, slide my cock inside you. '' You are rock hard. I status your cock and with all that lubrication I slide onto it like a sheath on a well-oiled brand. You grab my waist with one hand and prick my mammilla. And then you kiss me knockout. When your lips leave mine, I slowly set a rhythmical up and down bounce on your putz ... increasing the speed as I feel you tighten. `` Are n't you a dirty minuscule whore to fuck 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 fill me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the base of my cervix and bite my sassing hard, as you shoot inside me ... and that set me off too. We both collapse ... you back on the backrest of the lounge, me with my headland on your shoulder ... your pecker still inside my bitch ... dripping. I manage to lift my head teacher up and snog you hard ... and to bite your lip, drawing profligate. Sweet retaliation.

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

I remember the cupcakes ... whipped pick and chocolate syrup icing ... it is literally the consummate 'icing on the bar'! You make coffee as I frost the cupcakes ... and soon we are eating the whipped cream off each other !