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The Morning After

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Sequel to Substituting Susan.


The morning after I was left to sleep it off and let myself out. Under the crumpled duvet Susan’s dildo lay on the bed still covered in her juices. A creamed in ivory thong lay screwed up on the floor. She had obviously been having a good time on her own. Without me. Leaving me her gay best friend to do the honours. That was some relief, but I was still horny and hungover. This was all I needed. I picked up Susan’s realistic looking cream dildo and brought it to my nostrils. Inhaling her heady scent. I wanted to be there when she was plunging it in and out of her sweet cunt. I was, but I was outside her bedroom door listening to the sound of her gasps and the buzzing of her dildo, wearing her French knickers. Now I could see the remains of her pleasure session, the one she refused to let me in on. I picked up the soiled g-string (she preferred to call it that I knew). It was soaked in her juices and the silk was damp and sticky to the touch. It reeked of her sex. I knew she liked to keep it on when she masturbated saying she liked the sensation of the string up her bottom and the easy access to her cunt. I lay back on her bed with her ruined thong to my face with one hand and her dildo in the other, guiding it between my legs behind my balls. This would have to be hands free masturbating. I knew Susan liked to hump her pillow when she felt horny and couldn’t be bothered to call up one of her lovers. I wondered if it would do it for me. The whole experience of the night before had made me incredibly horny and frankly anything would have made me come. I straddled her pillow and wedged her humming dildo between my aching balls and proceeded to grind my pelvis into the soft down, all the while tasting her spent sex. That did it for me and without a trace of guilt I spunked hard into her pillow, her dildo vibrating insistently between my legs, her thong in my mouth, the taste of her orgasm like a drug in my mouth.  Well I reasoned, as I fell back exhausted on her bed, Susan would have shared it with me if she could..

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