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’ 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 me the following night. She must have told a few others about his size because there were lots homemade 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 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 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 indian 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 at one end as evidence of its use for amateur dramatics at some point in the past. Wes came to check on me (probably to make sure that I hadn’t done a runner) and brought me a bottle of wine. I moved my hips back and forth feeling Cora's lips slipping around my shaft as I pull it back and forward a few times. Ja-Alixxe is covered in red dust, and the storm hasn’t done much for her skin, but otherwise she looks unharmed and in good condition. If he was thinking properly, he would have gotten his own knife out of his bag, but the rage overtook his senses. “Oh God,” she gasped. I also realized that I would probably do it again. A neighborhood that has been going through renovations and is making a huge comeback in the city. Dana cried out as I grunted against her tight restrictive walls. It only took a moment for me to fly into ecstasy and orgasm all over his face. I get hot just thinking about it. I rolled face down to the comforter and felt her press into me. *"Okay, but when I'm ready for you to be in me, I'm rolling onto my back. She was getting fucked by her father and didn’t seem to be homemade enjoying it, laying there with out a single moan. After several minutes in paradise, we came together. A race in perpetual slavery and the mindset to match would look the part presumably. I slowly start to push in and out of you and you sigh with pleasure. By the time I had stopped, I’m sure Molly would have tried to make a flirtily disappointed expression if her eyes weren’t glossed over and she could see straight. Transmitting every detail of her masturbation. Feeling my dick getting harder, I did as I was told and Mom reached under me and yanked them off to leave me naked from the waist down as we both stared at my throbbing cock as it gently bobbed up and down in front of us. They all came to the Garage door. Now I want you to hold the dildo tightly to your pubic area while I do the rest of the work." Just keep the pain away for one more minute!" She wrapped her lips around the cleft of his swollen head and slowly bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, moaning a little and relishing the sensation of his silky smooth skin against her tongue. I knew that what I was doing indian was wrong, so very wrong but I couldn't stop. I got to my feet with false trepidation, waiting excitedly for her to disrobe me. She gently slid my robe off my shoulders, and gasped when she saw the gold-chain dress that covered my inscribed flesh. They remained frozen for almost a minute before he pulled out, and she slipped her mouth off the cock to rest her head on the bed. I commanded. “Jamie is going to get dressed again in her school clothes and we are going to continue what we started in the living room. I nearly slammed on the brakes and shocked Miranda. “But I’ll let someone else begin the charge.” In a flash, Jane whipped around, taking him in her mouth. It was all girlish and innocent now, all defiance gone.