I couldn't believe Fiona had left me alone with this random guy! She never even said where she was going, let alone what time she would be back. I sat on the bed nervously, deliberating what to say. After what seemed like a long time, Dylan finally broke the awkward silence.

"Do you mind if I sit down?"

"No, of course not," I replied, trying my best to be polite.

As he sat down on the bed, just a few feet away from me, I couldn't help but notice his toned physique and strong biceps. I quickly averted my gaze when he turned to ask another question.

"That's a very pretty dress, Brianna. Have you been shopping?"

His compliment made me blush and there was a sincerity in his voice that made me feel relaxed. His bright blue eyes stared deep into mine, making me notice his strong chiseled jawline and well-groomed dark flowing hair.

"Yes," I stammered, caught somewhat off guard. "Yes, we bought lots of things."

"I can see that!" He smiled, looking around the room at the large range of shopping bags that littered the side table. "What else did you buy?"

I suddenly realized that I had absolutely no idea what had been purchased. Fiona had selected everything while I was getting fitted, and I hadn't even had a chance to look at them yet.

"I'm not sure?" I replied, feeling silly and faking a giggle to avoid my awkwardness.

He smiled, comforting me, "well, why don't you take a look then?"

I jumped off the bed, teetering across the room excitedly as I opened the first bag. My heart was skipping as I began to explore the different items, feeling the delicate material rubbing against my fingers.

I noticed that some of the items were obviously for Fiona, with the larger cups and slightly bigger clothing size, but the majority appeared to have been brought for me.

There were so many garments and I realized that it would take hours to try them all on. "I don't know where to start?" I said, continuing to look through some more bags.

"You know what might be fun?" He said, his face lighting up.

I looked over at him curiously, gesturing for him to continue.

"What if you did a fashion show? You know, like a catwalk. You could try them on and model for me, and I could pretend to be a judge."

His suggestion filled me with excitement. It would be fun to try them on and the thought of having an audience definitely sounded delightful. "Ok."

"Great! How about you take a few bags with you into the bathroom and I'll wait here. Then when you're ready, just step out and model them up and down the room, just like a fashion show!"

I smiled, grabbing several bags and rushing off to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. After a few minutes of sorting through the clothes, I found the first outfit I wanted to wear. It was a petite, red off-the-shoulder mini dress that accentuated my slender frame. I coupled the outfit with some patent red platform high heel pumps, confidently stepping out to show off my look.

Dylan's eye popped out of his head as I began to strut across the room, stopping briefly in front of him, then spinning and posing seductively. He looked super-enthusiastic, his mouth agape as I spun around and slowly strutted back into the bathroom.

My heart was pounding as I quickly undressed, reaching for another outfit. Slipping it on and stepping out of the bathroom once again. The next outfit I modeled was a beautiful boutique gold wet look bandage midi dress with a pair of opened-toed stiletto heels.

Confidently striding across the room towards Dylan as he sat eagerly watching on the edge of the bed. I could tell this was making him hot and as I flaunted closer to him, I noticed a bulge starting to appear around his crotch. 'Oh my god,' I thought, stepping back into the bathroom. 'He's getting an erection!'

For my next outfit, I chose a super sexy emerald satin bodycon dress with four-inch gold heels. My clitty was starting to leak, reaching down to wipe up the come and lick it off my finger. I was starting to feel incredibly aroused, gyrating my hips to make the plug press harder against my prostate.

"Fuck, you look hot!" Dylan exclaimed, his bulge beginning to grow even more obviously in his pants as I modeled the next dress, spinning and posing just inches away from him, before disappearing into the bathroom once more.

I knew what I wanted to wear next, quickly diving inside one of the bags and picking out a tight-fitted black PVC dress with suspender straps and matching PVC stockings. I struggled to put it on, feeling it stretch tightly against my skin, but after several minutes, I was finally ready, clipping the stockings in place and sliding on my high heels.

Taking one last look at myself in the mirror I drew a deep breath and opened the door. As I took my first step into the main room, I almost lost my footing, stumbling at the sight of Dylan sitting naked on the edge of the bed, gently stroking his hard cock.

"Oh my god!" I shrieked, covering my eyes, his hard cock tattooed to the inside of my eyelids.

"I'm sorry, baby, but I got so fucking turned on looking at your sexy body. I just couldn't help myself!"

I moved my finger slightly, creating a gap so I could just about see him through my fingers. He sat holding his cock, his eyes fixating on me.

"Come on Brianna, let me see your pretty face."

My hand moved slowly down, resting on my hips as I stood trying not to look at his cock.

"Why don't you come and sit down next to me?" He asked, genuinely showing interest, "I promise, I won't bite."

It seemed innocent enough, I thought, making my way over to the bed and hearing the dress squeak as I sat down next to him.

"You seem shy, Brianna. Have you ever seen a real cock before?"

I shook my head.

"Do you want to touch it?"

My mind wandered as I tried to remain still, looking down out of the corner of my eye at his big hard cock. "I'm not sure," I whispered, feeling ridiculously nervous and trembling slightly.

"It's ok," he said, reaching over to my hand, gently pulling it towards his cock.

I pulled back hesitantly, resisting him for a second, but leaving my hand hovering just inches from his cock. He immediately let go of my hand, not forcing me to do anything I didn't want. Then, slowly, I felt my hand curiously moving closer, allowing my finger to gently touch the head of his cock.

The skin on the tip of his penis felt so smooth and soft, sliding my hand slowly down and around his cock, exploring the warm veiny feeling as my fingers wrapped around his hard shaft. I noticed his cock was different from most of the porn I'd watched, in the fact that he was uncircumcised.

I couldn't resist using my thumb to play with his foreskin, gently easing it down and watching as the pink head of his penis revealed itself to me. "Wow!" I mouthed, biting my lower lip at the sight of it.

"You like it, don't you baby? Why don't you play with it some more?"

Slowly, I began to stroke his cock, hearing him groan quietly, leaning back onto the bed and opening his legs to give me more access to his crotch. His cock and balls were completely exposed, and I couldn't help but think back to the night before, watching porn and practicing my cocksucking techniques.

I wanted to see if it was different from the dildo, I needed to know how it tasted. 'This might be my only chance,' I thought, gradually bending down to lower myself closer to his cock.

Still holding it in my hand, I stuck my tongue out, slowly sliding it over the head of his cock. "Mmm," I moaned, feeling the texture of his skin on my wet tongue.

His cock was a perfect balance between salty and sweet, like the taste of trail mix and his scent reminded me of a long day after camping, like the inviting scent of sweat and cologne. His musky smell really started to turn me on, using my tongue to lick every inch of his cock.

"Yes, Brianna," he groaned, lifting his neck to get a better view, "keep sucking baby, just like that!"

I looked up at him, admiring his toned pelvis, rock-hard abs, and muscly chest. His words encouraging me as I quickly opened my mouth and lunged down onto his stiff cock, feeling it slide deep down into my throat.

"Oh my god, that feels so fucking good!" He moaned, falling back down onto the mattress, unable to keep his head up.

It was such a turn-on, watching his total loss of control, listening to the noises he made as I continued to suck him off, stroking him faster as my tongue curled around his cock inside my mouth. At this moment I'd never felt more powerful, squeezing his balls gently with my fingers and sinking further down, covering his cock in saliva as I gagged.

"Oh fuck, baby! Please don't stop, keep doing it like that."

I was loving every second of it, manipulating his balls with my fingers as I gagged loudly, choking on his dick and feeling him hit the back of my throat. His pelvis was thrusting, making me lean back for a quick breath, spitting saliva all over his cock, then swiftly sinking back down to let him fuck my mouth some more.

I never wanted this to stop. My clitty was dripping with pre-come. I felt like such a slut and I loved it! For a brief moment, I thought about my ex-girlfriend, how she had never been very good at sucking cock. Picturing her new lover's frustrated face as she gave a disappointing blowjob.

Not like me, I thought, listening to Dylan's rambunctious moans, watching his body writhe as he clung to the bedsheets. Dylan's head popped up, his gorgeous blue eyes locking with mine.

"Fuck, Brianna, you're going to make me come!" He moaned, clutching at the sheets and watching as I sunk my mouth all the way down, swallowing his six-and-a-half-inch cock, as I stared back at him.
 
"Can I come in your mouth, baby?" He begged, panting heavily.

"Mmm-hmm," I moaned back, letting him know it was ok.

Suddenly there was a rush of warm salty liquid in my mouth as he began groaning wildly, his come filling my mouth, dribbling down my chin. There was so much of it, much more than I thought was possible.

At that moment, spitting it out didn’t seem like an option, so I began swallowing as much as I could, taking short breaths through my nose. His groans increasing in volume and then descending back down as his body jolted on the bed.

A few seconds later he'd finished coming, he looked up at me inquisitively, "did you swallow?"

I got nervous, worrying that I may have disappointed him. “yes, some of it," I replied softly, whipping the remaining come off my chin and licking it off my finger as I stared back at him.

"Fuck, you're a sexy little thing, aren't you!" He smiled, shuddering as I ran my tongue back over the head of his cock, licking up the last few drops. Fiona was right, my body was a slut and it loved to be sexualized.

I wriggled between his legs, the plug tingling my g-spot, studying his body as he began to get up. Within minutes he was dressed and appeared to be getting ready to leave.

"Thanks, Briana, I really hope we meet again soon," he said sincerely. "I had an amazing time with you. You really are a special kind of girl, you know. You have a gift! Trust me, I can tell."

His kind words made me smile, enjoying the praise and attention.
 
"Please tell Miss Fi that I had a great time!"

He walked over, kissing me on the cheek, then smiled and winked as he left the room. Turning to take one last look at me. "Thanks again, Brianna."

The bed was all messy and there were clothes all over the place. I rushed to the bathroom struggling to remove the PVC dress, then slipped on my maid's uniform and began tidying up.

It was almost midnight by the time Fiona eventually returned. I was half asleep, curled up at the bottom of the bed watching TV in just my lingerie, stockings, and blonde wig.

"Make room, sweetheart,'" Fiona whispered, scooting me over and lifting my head up onto her knee. "Did you have a nice time with Dylan?"

"Yes, Miss Fiona," I replied timidly. She smelled musky and sweaty, not unlike Dylan's penis, I thought, resting my head on her lap as she stroked the hair out of my face.

"Dylan texted me earlier to say what an amazing time he'd had with you. That you were a very special girl! I think he liked you," she said, smiling down at me.

She was being really nice to me, which I thought was strange. Then she gently propped my head up with a pillow and lifted herself off the bed. I noticed how run down she looked, her hair was all messy and her makeup was smeared across her face.

"Are you ok, Miss Fiona? Where did you go tonight?"

She was heading for the bathroom, then stopped and turned her head, her eyes showing the clear signs of exhaustion.

"I was at work, baby. I'll tell you about it tomorrow. I'm going to take a shower now, you lie down and make yourself comfortable. You can sleep in the bed with me tonight."

"Thank you, Miss Fiona," I replied, pulling the duvet around myself. "What will we be doing tomorrow?"

Fiona stood in the doorway, the light from the bathroom silhouetting her curvaceous body, showing off her goddess-like outline. Then took a deep breath, before responding.

"Tomorrow will be another big day for you, sweetie. Now get some rest, you're going to need it!"