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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 petite 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 teen £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 porn 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 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 colombian 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 at one end as evidence of its use for sexy 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. It hurt a little porn at first, but the more he stroked himself into me the better I started to feel. I felt like I was playing a bit part on Candid Camera. “Take off that teen night shirt and give it to me.” He said and I pulled it over my head and held it out to him. ...But if this could help her. She rapidly took all her clothes off and lay down. I couldn't... I nod and put the lingerie back on. “Ooh! She shifted around on me, my tip sliding into her butt-crack. I colombian left my car running. Her smile got even bigger and she said I'm Jennifer's aunt and that Jennifer had told her all about me. She said ALL about me. Before I could say anything else, she said I hope you have a lot of those little blue pills as I was going to need them. A fervent knock on the kitchen door confirmed that yes, dying was indeed the better option. The figure wanted to dance. sexy And then I too am thrashing in the water, screaming my lungs out. A few seconds later her anus separated and a horrifying odor of rotten eggs and putrified fecal matter escaped from her asshole petite and into his waiting nose.