I have been wanting to attend one of the Comic yardbird 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 musical theme on what I can dress up as. Halloween was around the box and the shop was packed with all sorts of 'sexy something'costumes. I was n't able to rule anything I could really use to create a laughable book superhero. Dejected, I was about to leave when I noticed this really cute schooltime girl costume on one of the fashion model. It was n't exactly superhero stuff, but I could use it as a base for some gum anime graphic symbol. I could actually dress 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 than just the Con. I almost giggled at the rejoinder ... and had an excess bounce to my step as I got to the car. My next stop was the lingerie storage.

I gave you a call and asked if you could drop by my plaza after you are done shopping with your folks. You said you 'd cerebrate about it. I did n't intend it might be possible for you to show up on a Fri ... but I had to ask. fountainhead, I could work on my costume after tiffin ... the annulus was too brusque for Zanzibar copal schoolgirls !

I decided to bake some cupcakes for you. Just a little surprise for tomorrow. Put them in the oven and whipped up a bucket of cream. Made a batch of chocolate sauce too. Stored them away. I would frost the cupcakes at nighttime. Then I had a recollective soaking in the tub ... which took longer as I was 'thinking'about you. All freshly scrubbed and a piddling flushed from the exciting/relaxing soaking I sit down to modify the costume. That 's when the bell rings.

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

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 bozo. '' `` Shameless woman ! ``

You push me to the paries and rustle 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 discover free and support up a bit and tease you, `` We 'll see about that. '' I dash to the sleeping accommodation as you lunge to grab me and shut the door. You stand on the other position and warn me that this will be me dearly.

I do n't wan na keep back 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 poor for comic con and needs to be altered, but it is perfect to torment you with.

I quickly put on the lace and satin duo of undergarments. The bra is a demi-cup, under-wired one. I know it looks commodity on me. Then I pull on the short tartan annulus and instead of buttoning up the blank shirt completely, I just button up the heart two and then tie up the shirt tails under my boob. I look in the mirror and I think it will do, my hairsbreadth wo n't though ... I grab a duo of scrunchies, there is no meter to braid pigtails, so I just make two incline ponies ... besides, it looks precious than gold braid. Then I pull on my leg warmers over my articulatio talocruralis drogue coz I ca n't recover my stockings.

I open my sleeping accommodation room access and peek out. You are back on the couch. When you see me walk to the living way ( I am trying my skilful innocent, seductive ass swing ), the gravel expression disappears from your face. You lounge back, relaxed and look me up from chief to toe ... letting your center caress me. I try to ignore that gaze and sting my back talk ... intentionally. Then I turn around and defecate to be active to the kitchen to get you some coffee or coke. `` semen here ! '' Stern, demanding. Well, I have no choice ... I come forward. You ask me to brook right in front end of you. `` Er ... coffee tree ... '', me. `` You do n't have permission to speak until I tell you to. Right now, bring me a swayer. '' I have a few biting and feminist retorts waiting to be let out ... but that would permeate the situation ... and name it not as fun. So, I swing back to my room and get the ruler. I pick the wooden rule instead of the steel one ... sword is cold. I come back and endure right where I stood before and hired hand you the swayer. 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 wear unless I have something really naughty on my mind.

You ask me to pull the Ottoman dynasty and sit facing 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 dame so inadequate, step-in or not, there is n't lots left to the imagination. I am getting hornier by the mo, I close my eyes to get a hold on myself. I can feel you trace the rule on my privileged thigh and then you smack my leave behind second joint with the ruler. Ouch. That suffering. hoot ... I should have had a shaping ruler.

'' You need to be disciplined, little girl ! Get your sweet ass off that chair and kneel down ... here between my legs. '' 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 sass of yours. '' I move my manus in perspective to hold your putz when you warn me against using my hands. I bend down and envelope your stopcock in my back talk. Without my hands, it is not leisurely but the extra sweat to save your shaft in my rima oris is making me suck harder. I love that smell of your cock in my sass. I am all tongue ... 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 mouthpiece. I lift my eyes up to you ... wanting to see your ecstatic expression. After a duad of minutes, you hold my head by my pony tails and tear 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 mow. `` You did not come. Not reasonable. '' `` Did I not warn you about not speaking until I let you ? Come here. Stand here ... in front of me. unspoiled. Now turn around, fount away ... bend over and strike your pantie off. '' This is not going the way I hoped ... the wooden rule distress. I do n't really want to be spanked with that. I hope you 'd use your palm. I bend over and slue my step-in till my articulatio talocruralis, but you stop me before I step out of them and recite me to stay in that locating. You trace your finger in a line from my bum tornado to my puss and scratch my clit 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 rule. No such luck. The first smart black eye falls on my right bum impertinence and before I can scream 'ouch'the secondment setback lands across both impertinence. I try to matter the C to de-focus the pain ... but I stop after the 21st C. The annoyance makes me trouser and I am unbelievably wet ... each bump sends an electric car pulsation to my clitoris. It feels so honest. 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 place upright up and subscribe to my shirt and then my bra off. You make me wear the shirt again ... unfastened but loosely knotted at the bottom. My nipples are rock-and-roll hard. You then separate me to sit on the footstool, with my pegleg spread, infantry resting on the couch, on either English 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 button ... and stroke it, slowly at start ... picking up speed. I am lost in the sensations coursing through me ... moaning ... and imagining you forcing me ... in my head, I am writhing under you as you hold me down and snog me firmly ... I twist and turn to avoid you sliding your turncock inside me ... and when you finally thrust into me triumphantly, I crash back to reality with a hot sexual climax ... dripping over my digit. You order me to lick my fingers which I eagerly do.

'' ejaculate here ... sit on my lap ... facing me. Yes. Now, skid my cock inside you. '' You are rock severely. I military position your cock and with all that lubrication I slide onto it like a sheath on a well-oiled steel. You grab my waist with one hand and burn my teat. And then you kiss me hard. When your lips leave mine, I slowly set a rhythmic up and down leaping on your hammer ... increasing the stop number as I feel you tighten. `` Are n't you a unsportsmanlike little harlot to fuck like this ... bare ... no ignominy at all ! ``

Frankly, it makes me a footling 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 neck and burn my sass 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 brain on your shoulder ... your prick still inside my snatch ... dripping. I manage to rise my head up and buss you hard ... and to bite your lip, drawing bloodline. Sweet revenge.

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

I remember the cupcakes ... whipped pick and chocolate syrup icing ... it is literally the staring 'icing on the cake'! You make coffee as I frost the cupcakes ... and soon we are eating the whipped ointment off each early !