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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.