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He didn’t stay long, just enough to send a
shiver of ecstasy up my spine. It felt so good that—
    It snapped me awake in a heartbeat. It took
me a few moments to realize that I’d just been dreaming, but once I
did, disappointment immediately set in. It all seemed so vivid, so
real, that it took me half a minute to realize that I was in bed
alone. I tried to go back to sleep, hoping to pick up the dream
where I’d left off, but it just wasn’t happening. So I decided to
go a different route.
    I slid my hand down my stomach and started
rubbing my pussy. I was already warmed up from the dream and it
wasn’t long before my panties were soaked clean through. Not
wanting to take the time to slip them off, I just yanked them to
the side and slid two fingers into my dripping wet snatch.
    I started banging away, not even bothering
to take things slowly. I was just too wound up to take my time.
    While finger-fucking myself with one hand, I
grabbed ahold of one of my breasts with the other and gave it a
good squeeze. It wasn’t long before I was rubbing my nipple,
getting it hard within seconds. As I slid a third finger into my
pussy, I pinched my nipples between my fingers and rubbed them
together until I couldn’t take it anymore.
    Stifling a scream, I released my nipple,
gasping for breath as the pressure disappeared. By now I was ready
to cum, so I slid my fingers out of my pussy and ran them up to my
clit and started rubbing away at it with furious intensity while
smacking away at my tit with my other hand.
    A few seconds later, an orgasm coursed
through me, causing me to moan softly as my body jerked and spasmed
to completion.
    But it wasn’t enough. Not even close. If
anything, the orgasm just made me hornier than ever. Like an
appetizer getting me ready for the main course. Unfortunately, at
3AM, it was way too late to give Scott a call. But luckily I had
the next best thing at my disposal.
    I climbed out of bed, opened up the dresser
drawer that held my panties, and grabbed the 8-inch dildo that was
hiding beneath them. Grasping it tightly, I carried it back to the
bed and dropped onto the covers, my legs spread wide.
    I was going to town on the dildo, shoving it
deep into my throat, gagging myself and holding it there as the
saliva dripped out of my mouth and onto the floor. Once I couldn’t
take it anymore, I yanked it out and slid it deep into my soaking
wet pussy and started banging myself as I gasped for breath, trying
to get air back into my lungs.
    Getting fucked felt great, even if it was
just coming from a fake dick instead of a real one. But not quite
great enough. After another couple minutes of banging away at my
pussy with the dildo, I decided that I needed the real thing. Even
if it was 3 o’clock in the morning. So I picked up the phone and
dialed Scott’s number.
     
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    Five minutes later there was a knock on my
door. I climbed up off the couch and headed towards the door,
answering it wearing only a bra and pair of tiny, form-fitting with
no panties, my excitement all but overflowing.
    Even though he’d just gotten out of bed (I
assumed, at least) Scott looked sexy as hell. He was a bit rumpled
up and his hair was out of place and stubble was growing on his
face, but the idea that he didn’t have to get prettied up before
coming over turned me on even more.
    “ I have to admit, I’m a
little surprised see you,” I said.
    “ Oh yeah?” he replied. “And
why is that?”
    “ I thought you were going
to wimp out on me,” I said. “After all, it’s after three o’clock in
the morning.”
    “ I’m not gonna lie,” he
said. “I almost did. But then I realized that some day I might
regret not taking every opportunity possible to spend time with
you, so I rallied. And I have to admit, right now I’m glad I made
that particular choice.”
    “ So am I,” I said. “But you
might change your mind once you find out what I have in store for
you.”
    “ Oh, I doubt that,”