1. My Boyfriend likes to expose me - Part 19


    Date: 8/26/2016, Categories: Fiction, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Humiliation, Reluctance, Written by women, Author: vanessa.evans, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    attached. The ropes attached to each ankle go one through each upright and then to some weights. Ryan worked out that by adding more weights he could make it more difficult for me to both open and close my legs. I didn’t understand the mechanics of that but it worked. Once Ryan had set it up I asked him to stand in front of me so that he was blocking the view of my pussy. Somehow, when my legs were closed, or open, the pressure of the weight was off so I could rest my muscles. Ryan didn’t put many weights on at first and I found it quite easy. I even had a little vision of Ryan getting down on his knees and fucking me while I had my legs wide open. Then Ryan put more weights on and it got harder. It got to the stage where I was sweating as I forced my legs open and closed. As I tried to start to close my legs I found that I couldn’t move them. I thought that I was stuck so I told Ryan. He just told me to try harder. Eventually I managed to convince him that I was stuck. At first he joked saying that he’d have to leave me there like that with my wet pussy wide open for all the world to see. Then he said that he’d have to go and get some help and he disappeared. By that time, some of the people there had heard us and had gathered round me to see what was going on. One guy asked me what was wrong, and when I told him he had a look at the machine but he quickly admitted that he didn’t know what was wrong. One of the girls smiled at me and asked me if I was pretending to be ...
    stuck just to get the guys to look at me. I should have been annoyed but I smiled back and asked her if that was what she would have done. From somewhere in the little audience I heard someone say ‘treadmill’. “Shit” I thought as I started to cum. As I started to come down I heard clapping and 2 men talking to each other, “How many is that that you’ve seen now Ben?” “Eight and counting; I love these leg spreaders.” Then I heard THAT word again. Up I went; my pussy was gushing and the convulsions nearly threw me off the bench. It was a good job that my ankles were firmly held. Then I heard ‘treadmill’ again. “Nooooo!” I shouted; but the orgasm wasn’t going to stop. Four times I orgasmed before all I could hear was clapping. Then Darren was stood between my legs unfastening the ankle cuffs. As he was doing so he said, “There’s often a queue for these spreader machines as all you girls seem to like to have a go; and there’s usually a few of the guys standing around waiting to see if she needs any help. What is it with you young girls?” When Darren had freed both my ankles he lowered them saying, “There, that’s all you have to do to release the victim. Why is it that we humans always look for a technical solution before we look at the simple ones? I’ll get the man out to it again tomorrow. Another girl got stuck like that the other day. The guy that had attached the ankle cuffs had told her that she’d have to get someone else to release her when she’d had enough because he had to ...
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