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Sometimes I like to dress up in a costume and play
out fantasies with my boyfriend. Escort Moscow After we had a fight a couple of weeks ago, I
ignored him to punish him for being a bad boy. I would not answer my phone and
I did not answer his emails. Then I got a great idea. I decided to dress up
like a cop and go over to his place and administer some corporal punishment.
My roommate had been a sexy cop on Halloween and she
let me borrow her costume. She is a couple sizes larger than me, so I wasn’t
sure it was going to work. Moscow escort As it turns out, the skirt that came with the
costume was too baggy, so I found a pair of lycra boy shorts that I wore over
top some black fishnet stockings. I made good use of the cop uniform style
shirt, a toy silver badge and a brimmed hat.
When I got over to his apartment, I banged on the
door loudly, calling his name. He answered it pretty quick, and I pushed my way
inside. Using a fake billy stick, I poked him in the chest and acted all mean
and stern about his “crimes.”
I said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Crossman, but you are under
arrest,” and I put my fake handcuffs on him. I forced him into the bedroom and
pushed him face down on the bed, tying his arms over his head on the bed’s
headboard with a scarf. While I talked mean and bossy to him, I undressed him,
pulling his clothes off roughly and he complained that I was hurting him. Too
bad, bad boy!
While I had him face down, I administered several
whippings with his belt, slowly and deliberately slapping the leather against
his bare butt with a loud “Crack!” His
ass cheeks turned bright red and he begged me to stop. After I had whipped him
5 or 6 times and made him promise to be a good boy, I flipped him over onto his
back. It was nice to see his rock solid hard-on as he cried out his promises to
be good and begging my forgiveness.
Standing up over him on the bed, I pulled off my top
and let him see my tits underneath my black lace bra. Slowly pulling my boy
shorts down, I decided to leave my stockings on and I lowered my body down so I
could squat over his big dick, just letting it touch my wet pussy. He tried to
thrust upward and push his dick inside me, but I raised up and kept my pussy
just out of reach. “Uh, uh uh!” I told him, shaking my finger in front of his
face. “You don’t get to fuck me until I say so!”
Moving forward on my knees, I presented my trimmed
bush up against his face. “You want this pussy? You have to kiss it, first!” I
hovered over his face and he lifted his head to kiss my hotbox. I liked that,
so I let him lick me a couple of times, too. He was struggling with the
handcuffs to break free, but they held his arms up over his head. I bent down
and put my left breast against his lips, and he licked my bra, my nipples hard
against the wet lace.
Finally, I moved back down to his hips and lowered
myself onto his pulsing cock. Slowly moving up, and hesitating a moment, then
lowered myself down fast and hard, he moaned with desire, thrusting his hips up
and down to match my own rhythm. We both enjoyed a quick orgasm, as the
anticipation during our little play time had made us both so hot we couldn’t
wait to fuck hard and find that sweet relief.