I have been wanting to attend one of the Comic convict for a while now. Finally, I had the chance. All excited I set out shopping for something in a costume shop to give me an idea on what I can coiffure up as. Halloween was around the street corner and the shop was packed with all sorts of 'sexy something'costumes. I was n't able to find anything I could really use to create a comic book superhero. Dejected, I was about to leave when I noticed this really cunning school girl costume on one of the manikin. It was n't exactly superhero textile, but I could use it as a base for some anime type. I could actually dress out up for the Con.

As I swiped my bill 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 return ... and had an redundant leaping to my footmark as I got to the car. My side by side stop was the lingerie store.

I gave you a cry and asked if you could degenerate by my place after you are done shopping with your family. You said you 'd think about it. I did n't guess it might be possible for you to present up on a Friday ... but I had to ask. Well, I could operate on my costume after tiffin ... the skirt was too short for anime schoolgirls !

I decided to bake some cupcakes for you. Just a niggling surprise for tomorrow. Put them in the oven and whipped up a bucket of cream. Made a batch of cocoa sauce too. Stored them away. I would frost the cupcakes at night. Then I had a longsighted soak 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 doorbell rings.

I look through the eyehole and it 's you. I am still wearing my bathrobe and feeling a bit naughty. I let my robe free fall open up loosely, showing off quite a bit of segmentation before I open the room access.

One spirit 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 doorway for people ? '' `` No ... just for the cute guys. '' `` Shameless woman ! ``

You push me to the wall 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 transgress gratis and back up a bit and minx you, `` We 'll see about that. '' I dash to the bedchamber as you lunge to snap up me and shut the doorway. You stand on the other side and admonish 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 pyjamas. That 's when I see the schoolgirl costume. Yes, the doll is too short circuit for comic con and needs to be altered, but it is gross to torture you with.

I quickly put on the lace and satin duet of undergarments. The bra is a demi-cup, under-wired one. I know it looks good on me. Then I pull on the poor plaid chick and instead of buttoning up the whiten 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 hair wo n't though ... I grab a mates of scrunchies, there is no time to braid pigtails, so I just make two side jigger ... besides, it looks cuter than braids. Then I pull on my leg heater over my articulatio talocruralis socks coz I ca n't find my stockings.

I open my bedroom door and peek out. You are back on the couch. When you see me take the air to the aliveness room ( I am trying my best innocent, seductive ass swing ), the irritated look disappears from your face. You lounge back, relaxed and look me up from head to toe ... letting your eyes fondle me. I try to ignore that gaze and seize with teeth my mouth ... intentionally. Then I turn around and make to move to the kitchen to get you some coffee tree or coke. `` cum here ! '' tail, demanding. Well, I have no choice ... I come forward. You ask me to suffer right in figurehead of you. `` Er ... umber ... '', me. `` You do n't have permission to speak until I tell you to. Right now, contribute me a ruler. '' I have a few biting and feminist comeback 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 ruler. I pick the wooden swayer instead of the brand one ... blade is low temperature. I come back and stand redress where I stood before and hand you the ruler. You take the swayer from me and with it you lift up my skirt. Black lace with a red bow ... jolly pantie ... not what I would wear unless I have something really naughty on my mind.

You ask me to rend the ottoman and sit lining you. I sit down, as demurely as possible. You tap my knee joint with the ruler and indicate that you want them wider apart. With the doll so brusque, pantie or not, there is n't much left to the imagination. I am getting hornier by the minute of arc, I close my optic to get a hold on myself. I can feel you trace the ruler on my inside thigh and then you smack my forget second joint with the ruler. Ouch. That hurt. Damn ... I should give had a moldable rule.

'' You need to be disciplined, little girlfriend ! Get your odorous 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 trollop. Suck me good with that hot little mouth of yours. '' I move my custody in situation to hold your tool when you warn me against using my hands. I bend down and envelope your cock in my mouth. Without my manpower, it is not tardily but the extra effort to go on your tool in my mouthpiece is making me sucking harder. I love that feel of your cock in my mouth. I am all clapper ... swiping from the base to the tip of your pecker and back again. You are getting hard and I ca n't wait for you to explode in my sass. I lift my eyes up to you ... wanting to see your rapt expression. After a couple of bit, you hold my psyche by my shot glass tooshie 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 bonnie. '' `` Did I not warn you about not speaking until I let you ? Come here. bandstand here ... in straw man of me. Good. Now turn around, face away ... bend over and direct your panty off. '' This is not going the way I hoped ... the wooden ruler detriment. I do n't really want to be spanked with that. I hope you 'd use your palm. I bend over and slither my panty till my ankles, but you stop me before I step out of them and differentiate me to stick in that spatial relation. You trace your finger's breadth in a billet from my bum crack to my pussy and scratching my clit with your ovolo. I shudder from the touch. You tell me that you want me to turn away over your knee. I cross my finger's breadth ... hoping you wo n't use the ruler. No such fortune. The first smarting blow falls on my right bum cheek and before I can call 'ouch'the second reversal lands across both cheeks. I try to count the nose candy to de-focus the pain ... but I stop after the 21st C. The pain makes me pant and I am unbelievably wet ... each gust sends an galvanising pulse to my clit. It feels so good. I think you stop only because your arm aches !

I was hoping I look unfearing, but I have tears flowing down my brass. You tell me to endure up and take my shirt and then my bra off. You make me wear the shirt again ... unlaced but loosely knotted at the bottom. My nipples are rock hard. You then narrate me to sit on the ottoman, with my pegleg spread, feet resting on the sofa, on either side of you. It hurts to sit on my bum. It burns actually. Then you tell me to thumb myself while you watch me. I throw my pass back and run the tip of my finger on my snatch lips. Then I circle it to my clit ... and stroke it, slowly at first ... picking up speed. I am lost in the sensations coursing through me ... moaning ... and imagining you forcing me ... in my head teacher, I am writhing under you as you hold me down and kiss me hard ... I twist and turn to avert you sliding your cock inside me ... and when you finally thrust into me triumphantly, I crash back to realness with a hot orgasm ... dripping over my digit. You order me to lick my digit which I eagerly do.

'' come here ... sit on my lap ... facing me. Yes. Now, slew my cock inside you. '' You are rock and roll hard. I stance your cock and with all that lubrication I slide onto it like a sheath on a well-oiled steel. You grab my shank with one bridge player and bite my nipples. And then you kiss me punishing. When your lips leave mine, I slowly set a rhythmical up and down bounce on your cock ... increasing the amphetamine as I feel you tighten. `` Are n't you a dirty trivial fancy woman to fuck like this ... bare ... no shame at all ! ``

Frankly, it makes me a little mad. I speed up my rocking, clenching my cunt muscleman ... I want you to fill me with your cum. You pull me towards you by the base of my cervix and prick my lips hard, as you shoot inside me ... and that sets me off too. We both collapse ... you back on the backrest of the sofa, me with my head on your shoulder joint ... your cock still inside my cunt ... dripping. I manage to rise my brain up and kiss you strong ... and to bite your lip, drawing blood. confection revenge.

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

I remember the cupcakes ... whipped cream and hot chocolate syrup frosting ... it is literally the arrant 'icing on the cake'! You make coffee berry as I frost the cupcakes ... and soon we are eating the whisk pick off each other !