I had just sent Mike on his way. Even though my pussy was still filled with his cum, I was feeling a bit empty. Rather than deal with that, I had a glass of wine and sent a text to Peter.
“My pussy is a mess, come help me.
”Peter was a sub I liked to play with once in a while. This time it had been a while so I was not sure if he would be up for it. Fortunately, he only lived a couple miles away and judging by his terse response, he was free and would be right over.
“Yum.”
By the time he knocked on my door 15 minutes later, the gusset of my cotton, Calvin Klein panties was soaked. I opened the door wearing nothing else and his eyes went from my eyes, to my tits, to my wet spot.
“Where do you want me?” he asked. I put my hand out, he grabbed it and I pulled him towards my bedroom flinging the front door closed behind us.