“Give me a moment.” I pulled the belt of my robe loose and shrugged it off my shoulders. I folded my left arm under my tits so they were lifted up and my nipples were sticking out and using my phone I took a picture. In a moment I had sent Wes a snap of my ample boobs proudly supported by my slim arm. In the picture I looked excited and wonton. If that didn’t convince him them nothing would. There was a pause then his exclamation “Fuckin hell!!!” “Convinced now?” I said “Bloody hell Stella, your serious aren’t you? OK, I’ll set it up. What time are you going to get there?” We had a chat then about the details, me insisting that he kept it to just a few close friends and that he must be able to lock the door to stop strangers from getting in and agreed that I’d be there at 2100 for my one-off performance before hanging up. 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 Hardcore 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 japanese 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 anal 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’ by George Michael seemed blatant enough. I played it on my phone as I practiced some 'stripper' moves in front of blowjob 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 asian 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 me the following night. Of course, that would be a terrible idea, and now that I was no longer doing my thinking downstairs, I could see that. I told Karen the problem that if she went, we could not anal leave till 5:00 in the asian morning. I leave my room, pull out my phone, and open my viral app. “My head,” I complained, “My jaw. I panted and groaned, writhing on the bed as the pleasure surged through me. I bit my lower lip, groaning and shuddering at the passion dancing inside of me. I groaned, savoring this rapture. He couldn’t have picked two sluts more different. Some were a normal color, others faded, while another third were bold. Hannah was trembling from the sheer power of the disgust boiling through her. I turn around to find Nicole in a pair of blowjob shorts and a t-shirt with a basketball in her hands. He removed his own underwear then again kneeled in front of her. After all, I did actually try to leave earlier, only to be forcibly tied down by Isaac. “Oh, god, it was amazing. “I remember that being excellent.” At one stage they passed a small family and the young boy with them yelled out with venom, I leaned in. “Oh, Hardcore god, I'm your mother.” “I…do not understand.” She said confused. respected. "I'm a good slut mommy, I'll try to japanese take it." Of course I had known that Alex hadn’t built that dungeon just to use on me, but it was hard to imagine him using those implements on a woman he clearly loved very much. My legs over Niky belly. She looked down at the table, morosely nudging her fries around on the plate with her fingertip. “Why does everyone keep asking me that? I wondered how seriously Tiff took his remarks. And nurse slowly approached her, and I hid watching. She was the girl that everyone loved, until she left the room. "Here we are."