Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 08 - Sex Stories

Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 08

... James’ arms were just too strong and by the time he told me to stop I was getting a little frustrated with myself. At least it took my mind off my throbbing pussy.

“Very good Esther, now can you move to the other bench and get on your hands and knees along it.”

The other bench was wider and padded just as much as the first one and as I got into position I wondered if James was going to fuck me doggy style.

Again I was disappointed when James told me to straighten just my left leg.

As I did so I felt James’ hands slide up the back of my raised leg right to my butt where his fingers from one hand rested at my entrance again whilst his other hand went under my chest and fondled my hanging (not very much) tits. I resisted a naughty urge to push my butt back.

“Hold it there Esther.”

I did, and I felt James’ hand move down and up my slit then my butt crack.

Again I bit my lip but didn’t managed to completely stifle my moan.

After a few second James told me to change legs. I did, and James did the same as with my other leg.

“I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that James.” I though as I bit my lip again.

“Okay Esther, leg down and drop your lower arms so that you are on knees and elbows.”

I did, and smiled to myself as I looked over to the big mirror and saw my butt stuck up in the air.

“Now raise your leg like you just did please Esther.”

I did, and James repeated his hands sliding up the back of my thighs. I had another moan to stifle when his ...

... fingers met my entrance again.

James told me to change legs and I don’t know how I didn’t cum when James’ finger found my entrance again. I was getting quite sure that James was doing that just to tease me.

At last my being teased ordeal (ha) was over as James told me to go and lay on the mat. However James did go and stand at my feet which had naturally fallen a few centimetres apart.

“Right Esther, just 2 more exercises then we’ll call it a day. First I’d like you to do 20 press-ups.”

As I rolled over and started I thought back and the only time that I could remember doing press-ups was when I was laying on Dylan’s stomach impaled on his cock. That thought reduced the rapidly increasing aches in my arms. What also helped was that James was knelt beside me and one of his hands was fondling one of my tits that got squashed each time that I lowered myself.

The last few were not very impressive press-ups and when I collapsed on the mat James said,

“Well done Esther. Last of all, can you do 30 sit-ups for me please? Put your hands behind your head and start whenever you are ready.”

As I started James came and knelt beside me then started smoothing his hands over my stomach. After I’d pulled myself up 4 times one of his hands moved down and cupped my pussy. It didn’t stay just cupping my pussy, the next time that I strained to pull myself up I felt a finger invade my vagina.

It stayed like that for 2 more sit-ups then the next time that I strained to get my ...