I was in the kitchen getting another glass of wine when I heard the bleep that told me that I had a message on my phone. Picking it up I saw that it was from Wes.I opened it and read the message ‘Look what you have done to me.’ along with an attachment. I opened it and was greeted by the sight of an erect cock! Not just a cock though but a bloody big one! I thought about what I should wear and decided against fancy dress as being too complicated and instead took myself off to Primark and bought a pair of lace topped fishnet holdup stockings, a bright red bra and matching thong, a tight short pleated skirt and a white blouse that I could tie under my boobs and a school tie. A sort of St Trinnians look. When I got home that night I tried them on. The undies were slightly too small which meant that my boobs were pushed up even more than usual and the color of my bra, as I hoped, was visible through the blouse. The skirt didn't cover the tops of the stockings and almost showed my knickers when I walked. I tied my hair in two bunches, put on some dark eye makeup and painted my nails a bright red to match the undies. Lots of red lipstick completed the look - a very slutty look! I had spent £20 but to be honest I looked cheaper than that which was exactly what I was aiming for. I thought I’d better have some music so ‘I want your sex’ asian by George Michael seemed blatant enough. I played it on my phone as I practiced some 'stripper' moves in front of the mirror, slowly taking off my outfit until I was naked - and wet! Falling back onto my bed I fumbled in my draw for 'Brian' my own 'Brian' and as I watched myself in the wardrobe mirror inching the big toy up my hot wet hole I thought how good the real Brian was going to feel. The next few night followed the same pattern, a practice of my strip routine followed by a long slow session with my sex toys as I dreamt of the real Brian abusing my body. Wednesday night with Claire was difficult, it was hard to look her in the eye when I intended to have her fiancés big cock in japanese me the following night. She must have told a few others about his size because there were lots of ribald comments about her ‘not walking straight after her wedding night’ and she confided in me, after her third bottle of prosecco, that Brian had been ‘totally rampant since Saturday, he wants it all the time’. She thought it was because she had been buying sexy lingerie but I thought it was more because he’d had a good look and feel of my tits and was hoping for more… I didn’t drink too much on Wednesday night and after a fitful night’s sleep I woke up nervous and excited at what was to come. I could barely concentrate at work and blamed a non-existent hangover and left early. I had a luxurious soak in a heavily scented bath and shaved everything below my eyebrows until it was baby smooth. I tried not to touch myself, I really tried but rubbing lotion into my legs and then smooth pussy was too much for me and the gentlest touch was enough to bring me to a shattering orgasm. I really should have been scared and nervous but I’m naturally confident and the excitement far outweighed the nerves. I was really thinking about Brian but obviously I was intending to have sex with him while five interracial or six of his friends watched. That would be something new (I have never even had a threesome before) and if I’m honest it just excited me more! As arranged, Wes came to pick me up blowjob at 1900 and we shared a taxi to the pub. We managed to sneak me in the back entrance and I went up the small function room, changing in the small kitchen area out of sight. It wasn’t a big room but had a small stage about 2 feet high at one end. A large pile of old curtains lay neatly folded public at one end as evidence of its use for amateur dramatics at some point in the past. Bella started to go upstairs, but Kate stopped her, saying they were hungry. YES I WILL DO WHATEVER YOU SAY. Though Henry wanted to jump blowjob into the fray and sort this out himself, Maddie restrained him with a calming hand asian on his shoulder. He’s a New York lawyer, and an Orthodox Jew to boot. We are walking out to get the mail. His tongue stiffened and interracial pressed into my cunt. Cliff reached up and turned off the TV and VCR and double checked the remote cameras. “Don’t worry slut, the toilet water wasn’t used.” He laughed. Besides, I’m just glad to be here with you. We’ll be up by the next cafe if you need any more on.” “The brush this time Mia.” “Yes sir.” She complied He would want to feed her, and she would have to eat, but after that she would return to saddle and bags packed, waiting for her to strap them on while her dragon fed. There was no waiting with a dragon - when she returned, she public would have as long as it took him to finish eating to saddle him and dress, then they would be off to fly and wander the world japanese until a call came.