Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 14 - Sex Stories

Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 14

... Dylan away, but that was usually with me knelt in front of him.

We’d done it like we were then a couple of time but Dylan hadn’t lasted long before shooting his load down my throat and starting to go soft, but this time was different. That blue pill meant that he didn’t cum quickly and as I lifted my legs so that he could grab them and pull them wide apart, my right hand went to my pussy and frantically started rubbing my clit.

Dylan, the perfect gentleman, pulled out when I tapped his left arm, our pre-arranged signal that I was getting desperate for some air. I exhaled as his cock withdrew then took a deep breath as his cock started to penetrate my mouth again. Again going so far into my throat that his ball banged on my eyes.

This happened a few times during which my right hand was taking me right to the edge. The next time that his cock penetrated my throat my orgasm hit me. I desperately need to take some quick breaths and I tapped Dylan’s arm again. He withdrew and waited until my peak was over then he rammed his cock back down my throat and instantly gave me my breakfast starters. I felt each pulse of his cock as he squirted more of his cum down my throat.

By then I was getting desperate for more air in my lungs and my left hand was tapping his left arm. As soon as he realised that his arm was getting tapped he quickly pulled out of me and I gasped for air.

Lungs now full of fresh air I said.

“Oh my gawd, for a couple of seconds I thought that you ...

... weren’t going to pull out and I was going to die but the weird thing was that my pussy started to pulse like I was doing my Kegel exercises. It was like my body wanted one more orgasm before I died.”

“I haven’t a clue how to explain that Esther and I’m really sorry that I took so long to pull out. Next time really hit me to make me realise what I’m doing to you. By the way, your face looks terrible, it’s covered in saliva, a bit of my cum and some of your tears. Were you crying?”

“No, that’s just, I don’t know, I love you Dylan Hargreaves.”

“And I love you too Esther Hargreaves. Now let’s get showered and try to beat the breakfast rush. I’ll be happy when that damned conference finishes.”

Dylan helped me get to my feet and we had a sensual, but sex free shower before putting some clothes on and heading to the restaurant.

Fortunately we managed to get a table and no one seemed to notice that I was wearing a slightly see-through dress. Dylan said that we might have been able to get a table because some of the conference delegates had found the conference to be too boring and a waste of time.

Anyway, we also managed to get some sun loungers on the beach and spent the rest of the morning being lazy, topping up our tans and me teasing the waiters who brought us drinks by laying there with my legs spread wide.

In the middle of the afternoon we were both getting a little restless so I went back to the bungalow, got our snorkelling equipment and we went exploring ...