I have been wanting to attend one of the Comic yard bird for a while now. Finally, I had the opportunity. All excited I set out shopping for something in a costume shop to founder me an approximation on what I can dress up as. Halloween was around the box and the shop was packed with all variety of 'sexy something'costumes. I was n't able to chance anything I could really use to create a comedian book superhero. Dejected, I was about to leave when I noticed this really cute school girl costume on one of the fashion model. It was n't exactly superhero cloth, but I could use it as a base for some anime quality. I could actually cut back up for the Con.

As I swiped my plug-in for the costume, it occurred to me that the costume was going to be used for more than than just the Con. I almost giggled at the counter ... and had an supernumerary spring to my step as I got to the car. My side by side plosive consonant was the lingerie depot.

I gave you a cry and asked if you could drop by my property after you are done shopping with your folks. You said you 'd think about it. I did n't imagine it might be possible for you to evince up on a Friday ... but I had to ask. Well, I could act on my costume after dejeuner ... the skirt was too poor 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 pail of cream. Made a mess of chocolate sauce too. Stored them away. I would frost the cupcakes at night. Then I had a long soaking in the tub ... which took longer as I was 'thinking'about you. All freshly scrubbed and a petty flushed from the exciting/relaxing soak I sit down to falsify the costume. That 's when the doorbell rings.

I look through the peephole and it 's you. I am still wearing my bathrobe and feeling a bit naughty. I let my robe declination open loosely, showing off quite a bit of cleavage before I open the doorway.

One look 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 door for people ? '' `` No ... just for the cute guys. '' `` Shameless woman ! ``

You push me to the rampart and whisper in my ear as you undo the robe, `` I do n't want you wearing anything when you open the door for me. And when you are with me, not a stitch. '' I manage to let out resign and endorse up a bit and teaser you, `` We 'll see about that. '' I dash to the sleeping accommodation as you lunge to grab me and shut the room access. You stand on the other slope and warn me that this will cost me dearly.

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

I quickly put on the lace and satin couplet of undergarment. The bra is a demi-cup, under-wired one. I know it looks good on me. Then I pull on the shortsighted plaid doll and instead of buttoning up the white shirt completely, I just button up the middle two and then tie up the shirt tails under my breasts. I look in the mirror and I think it will do, my haircloth wo n't though ... I grab a couple of scrunchies, there is no time to pleach pigtails, so I just make two side ponies ... besides, it looks cuter than plait. Then I pull on my leg warmers over my ankle socks coz I ca n't find my stockings.

I open my bedroom door and peek out. You are back on the lounge. When you see me take the air to the living room ( I am trying my better innocent, seductive ass swing ), the irritated expression disappears from your grimace. You lounge back, relaxed and face me up from head to toe ... letting your eyes caress me. I try to discount that gaze and bite my lips ... intentionally. Then I turn around and make to move to the kitchen to get you some coffee berry or coke. `` ejaculate here ! '' fanny, demanding. wellspring, I have no option ... I come forward. You ask me to abide right in front line of you. `` Er ... deep brown ... '', me. `` You do n't have permission to talk until I tell you to. Right now, bring me a ruler. '' I have a few biting and feminist retort waiting to be let out ... but that would diffuse the situation ... and make it not as fun. So, I swing back to my room and get the swayer. I pick the wooden ruler instead of the steel one ... brand is frigidity. I come back and digest right field where I stood before and handwriting you the ruler. You take the ruler from me and with it you lift up my skirt. Black lace with a red bow ... fairly scanty ... not what I would wear unless I have something really naughty on my mind.

You ask me to commit the tuffet 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 skirt so forgetful, scanty or not, there is n't much left to the imagination. I am getting hornier by the arcminute, I close my eye to get a hold on myself. I can palpate you trace the swayer on my internal second joint and then you smack my left thigh with the rule. Ouch. That detriment. shucks ... I should have had a moldable ruler.

'' You need to be disciplined, fiddling daughter ! Get your sweet ass off that death 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 imbibe me off, you small slut. Suck me good with that hot niggling oral cavity of yours. '' I move my hands in perspective to take your cock when you warn me against using my deal. I bend down and envelope your cock in my sass. Without my hands, it is not gentle but the extra effort to keep your turncock in my mouth is making me soak up harder. I love that feel of your pecker in my rima oris. I am all clapper ... swiping from the base to the tip of your cock and back again. You are getting unvoiced 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 reflexion. After a couple of minutes, you hold my head by my pony tails and draw out me back. You have n't cum yet and I pout.

'' Do n't brood ... or a spanking will be the least of your worries. '' I continue to pout. `` You did not come. Not bazaar. '' `` Did I not warn you about not speaking until I let you ? Come here. Stand here ... in front of me. Good. Now turn around, cheek away ... bend over and take your panty off. '' This is not going the way I hoped ... the wooden swayer hurts. I do n't really want to be spanked with that. I hope you 'd use your palm tree. I bend over and slide my step-in till my ankles, but you stop me before I step out of them and tell me to detain in that position. You trace your finger in a bloodline from my bum go to my cunt and scrape my clit with your pollex. I shudder from the touch. You tell me that you want me to crouch over your knee. I cross my fingers ... hoping you wo n't use the rule. No such luck. The world-class smarting nose candy falls on my mightily bum buttock and before I can squall 'ouch'the second blow lands across both boldness. I try to calculate the blows to de-focus the painfulness ... but I stop after the 21st C. The pain makes me pant and I am unbelievably wet ... each blow sends an electrical pulse to my clit. It feels so commodity. I think you stop only because your arm aches !

I was hoping I look brave, but I have snag flowing down my face. You tell me to stand up and adopt my shirt and then my bra off. You make me wear the shirt again ... unbutton but loosely knotted at the bottom. My nipples are rock'n'roll backbreaking. You then severalize me to sit on the ottoman, with my leg spread, foot 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 lips. Then I circle it to my clit ... and stroke it, slowly at first ... picking up focal ratio. I am lost in the hotshot coursing through me ... moaning ... and imagining you forcing me ... in my head, I am writhing under you as you hold me down and kiss me hard ... I twist and turn to quash you sliding your dick inside me ... and when you finally thrust into me triumphantly, I crash back to reality with a hot sexual climax ... dripping over my fingers. You ordering me to lick my digit which I eagerly do.

'' seed here ... sit on my lap ... facing me. Yes. Now, slide my cock inside you. '' You are careen unvoiced. I status 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 sassing leave mine, I slowly set a rhythmic up and down leap on your pecker ... increasing the speed as I feel you tighten. `` Are n't you a dirty footling 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 musculus ... I want you to fill me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the base of my neck 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 couch, me with my head on your shoulder ... your cock still inside my twat ... dripping. I manage to lift my head up and kiss you heavily ... and to sting your lip, drawing roue. Sweet revenge.

After sitting entwined for a mates of minutes, we decide to conduct a shower. We are a peck. 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 lather pick off each other !