Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 09 - Sex Stories

Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 09

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“I’ll drop the front door latch and see you tomorrow slut.”

Then she picked up the blindfold and put it on me. That didn’t worry me but what she did next did. She went to the wall socket and switched on the power to the wand.

“Hey, don’t do that. Are you trying to kill me?”

“The worst that can happen is that you pass-out Esther. Think how horny you are going to be when Dylan gets home. See ya.”

“Nooooo.” I shouted, but Lucy was gone.

I heard the front door shut then thought,

“Oh my gawd, this is going to kill me.”

Of course it didn’t, but the wand teased me to so many orgasms that I lost count. Every time that I wiggled my butt to escape the torture the wand just settled back on my clit. It was a bit strange with the blindfold on. Whenever Dylan had fucked me in the dark I’d still been able to see a little bit, but when I was completely blind I couldn’t get any sense of anything other than what that wand was doing to me.

On and on it went and I was sure that I didn’t have long to live. My brain had been focusing on the wand and what it was doing to me and I didn’t hear the front door open.

It was only when I felt the wand stop vibrating that I realised that someone was in the room with me. Either that or it had blown a fuse. I was still coming down for my latest orgasm and it had taken a few seconds to register that the wand had stopped. The blindfold was still in place so I could see nothing.

“Oh Dylan, thank you, that thing was ...

... killing me.” I said as I felt a hand replace the wand and cup my pussy.

“I’m so sensitive Dylan. You’re going to make me cum if you leave your hand there much longer.”

The hand’s owner said nothing and I started to have doubts that it was Dylan’s hand. I had a vision of a burglar having entered the house and found me.

Then the fingers of the hand started slowly moving around. One finger entered me, bent up and started massaging my G-spot. I only lasted seconds before another orgasm hit me and as it started to recede I realised that the hand had gone. What’s more, I felt the magic wand rest against my clit again.

Then the power was turned on.

“No, no, please don’t, turn it off, I’m going to die.”

But the power stayed on and the wand started driving me crazy again.

I was barely conscious when the power to the wand was finally tuned off again, then the blindfold was lifted over my head.

My eyes started to focus and I was very relieved to see Dylan unfastening my restraints.

“You bastard Dylan, why did you switch it back on? You nearly killed me.” I eventually managed to say.

“Are you alright Esther? What do you mean? I’ve just got home from work. How did you manage to get yourself tied-up like this?”

I just looked at Dylan as he continued to release me then carry me to the shower. As Dylan was washing me, and thankfully avoiding my pussy, I was thinking,

“Had I been dreaming, had a burglar broken in and fingered me or had Lucy and Tim come back. Or ...