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Things were going from bad to worse for Barbara. Her career was in tatters, she was a laughing stock to all her colleagues and now she couldn't leave her pussy alone. She had to put the humiliation and embarrassment of the day at work behind her now and concentrate on her immediate problem. She had to feed that monkey on her back. She had to scratch that itch. Knowing that she was only postponing the inevitable, she pulled off her panties and skirt and sat on the edge of her bed where she started to rub her ultra-sensitive pussy. As soon as she touched it she could feel sparks fly and she had to rub harder. She reached for her bedside cabinet and pulled out her trump card - Dexter.

Dexter was hard and reliable. He had never failed to satisfy her before. Many nights he had fucked her after a hard day at the office and she had gone to sleep happy. Tonight he approached her pussy lips in his usual state. Erect! Rampant! Virile! and plastic. Dexter was her favorite dildo and one she had named after a favorite tv character who she frequently imagined when she closed her eyes and crammed the dildo inside her. Yes , Dexter would scratch that itch for her.

For a while it seemed to be working. Her body played along in its usual role, responding to Dexter's vibrations and rhythmic pulses and she was delighted to find, gave her another orgasm. However as she settled down afterward, she became increasingly aware that Dexter was not going to be sufficient. Her pussy craved more. She needed more. She HAD to have more. She HAD to have cock. Now!

With trembling fingers, she picked up her phone and scrolled through her address book. She was going to have to try to make a booty call to someone. She had to. But who? She looked at names of exes who had moved on, and was almost on the point of dialing someone completely unsuitable when she glanced out of her bedroom window and saw across the street, staring at her, the Filipeti's kid, Lorenzo. Lorenzo was an 18 year old and a bit of a closet geek who never seemed to leave the house. She occasionally wondered what he did all day.

Fuck she thought, had he been watching her all this time with Dexter? Spying on her. Watching her wanking and wanking himself at the same time? The filthy little pervert.

Her second thought, following on within a second of the first was that he had a cock! And, that she hoped he hadn't already blown his load watching her writhe on the bed.

Loreno went to duck behind the curtain, but Barbara pointed at him directly and he froze, aware that he had been caught in the act as a voyeur.

Barbara now didn't give a flying fuck about that. She gestured to him that he should come over to her place right now. Lorenzo shook his head demurring. Barbara knew she had to get him there now. She pointed first at him, then at her still bared pussy and stuck her index finger inside herself, then retrieved the finger, pointed it at him and curled it in a beckoning manner. Lorenzo still didn't move. Shit! She was ****. She unbuttoned her shirt and bra and started swaying and playing with her breasts, then blew a kiss to the kid across the street and beckoned again. He looked a little frightened, then ducked behind the curtain. Shit, she thought, she lost him. Barbara in a panic, her pussy screaming out for satisfaction, picked up the phone once more in trembling hands, desperately needing her fix of cock when she saw the Filipeti's front door opening and Lorenzo trot out in a plain white t-shirt and jeans. He trotted across the road towards her house.

Thank Fuck! she thought in relief and ran to the door to meet him.