1. Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 14


    Date: 4/8/2024, Categories: Fiction Exhibitionism Female exhibitionist, Written by women Author: vanessa.evans 

    ... needs fucking.”

“Wednesdays and Thursdays you mean?”

“Yes, you could strap me down and set the fucking machine going. Then by the time you get home after a day at work my needs will have been taken care of and we can fuck at a more leisurely pace.”

“I would have thought that being fucked by a machine for 8 or 9 hours non-stop would do more than take care of your needs Esther. There’s no way that I’m going to start a machine fucking you and then go to work. Tell you what, we’ll get a machine and set it fucking you on a Saturday morning then I can check on you every 15 minutes or so and see how it goes.”

“Okay, that’s a good start, then we can extend the time each week.”

“We’ll see, you may be unconscious after an hour or so.”

“I doubt that, but I’m happy to take it slowly. Hey, I’ve just had a thought, could we invite Tim over and get him to video some of the sessions for Bethany’s website?”

“I’m sure that we can arrange that Esther.” Dylan replied before we slowed down and eventually fell asleep.

*****

The next morning I woke up on my side with Dylan doing his usual. I didn’t know how I’d got on my side because I remembered going to sleep flat on my back. But I wasn’t that bothered because Dylan was making me feel good.

“Have you been fucking me all night?” I asked Dylan.

“No, only the last 30 minutes or so, you really were in a deep sleep Esther, I was starting to think that you were unconscious.”

“You do know that you can fuck me when ...
    ... I’m unconscious don’t you Dylan?”

“Yes, you’ve told me that before Esther, I guess that it will depend on why you are unconscious.”

“Okay, I can understand that. The same applies if someone actually does manage to hypnotise me, unlike that numpty the other night. Someone needs to tell him to stick to his magic tricks. Oh yes Dylan, ram it in harder please.”

I lifted my upper leg up in the air and Dylan really did ram himself into me for a couple of minutes before I had my first orgasm if the day. Unfortunately Dylan didn’t cum, probably because of the blue pill that he took the night before.

“Deep throat me Dylan,” I said, “see if that makes you cum.”

“Are you sure Esther, the last rime we did that you had a sore throat for the rest of the day.”

“I’m sure Dylan, I want you to cum. Maybe my throat has got used to your cock and won’t get sore but it will be worth it knowing that you’ve cum.”

I shuffled around on the bed, on my back, so that my head was hanging over the end as Dylan got off the bed and went round so that I was looking up at his balls and cock.

“Ready?” Dylan asked.

“Ready.” I replied then opened my mouth as wide as I could.

I took a deep breath as I saw the head of his cock approach my mouth then slowly enter me. My lips closed around it as it slid towards the back of my mouth.

We’d read about how to not gag, and practised it until I could take all of Dylan’s cock and relax enough to hold my breath for ages before I have to push ...
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