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By HanSolo
A return to the machine and Duke for another adventure
The sun was painting the sky with shades of surrender as I made my way to the stable, my heart drumming a rhythm of anticipation and forbidden desire. After my first wild ride on Marjorie’s machine with Duke, I was no longer the same woman; I was someone who craved the forbidden, the raw edges of pleasure.
I stood before the machine, the steel contraption that had changed my life, its controls now whispering promises of more. Among Marjorie’s notes, I found a program titled “The Marathon.” The name alone sent a shiver down my spine, anticipation thick in my throat.
“Alright, let’s push the limits,” I whispered, setting the dials, my hands trembling with excitement. I stripped down to just my summer dress, the fabric already clinging to my skin with sweat, no underwear – who would see? I climbed onto the machine, feeling the familiar click of the restraints, securing me in a position of vulnerability and power.
Duke approached, his eyes glinting with a recognition that sent my heart racing. “You remember this, don’t you, boy?” I asked, my voice thick with arousal.
The machine hummed to life, the vibrations different this time, slower, more deliberate. My hips were lifted, presenting me like an offering to Duke. His cock brushed against me, already hard, and I felt a moan escape before I could catch it. “Oh, Duke,” I gasped as he entered, the machine syncing with his movements, creating a dance of pleasure and pain.
The pace was torturous, each thrust deep, deliberate. “Oh fuck, Duke, just like that,” I moaned, my body already quivering, the machine teasing my clit with each of Duke’s thrusts. My first orgasm came swiftly, a shockwave that had me screaming, “Yes, yes, oh my god, Duke!” My pussy clenched around him, the sensation almost too much, milking him for every drop.
But “The Marathon” was relentless. After the first climax, it slowed, keeping Duke inside me, his cock still hard, still throbbing. I could feel his balls against me, heavy with promise. “More, Duke, don’t stop,” I begged, my voice hoarse from my cries.
Duke’s movements were now guided by the machine, each thrust hitting that perfect spot. “Fuck, right there, Duke,” I moaned, my body arching, my moans turning into near-continuous cries of pleasure. “Oh, you’re going to make me come again,” I gasped, feeling another orgasm building like a storm on the horizon.
The machine changed its rhythm, now pulsing in sharp, teasing vibrations, driving me closer to the edge. My clit was on fire, my pussy drenched, my inner walls gripping Duke’s cock with each convulsion. “Yes, yes, Duke, fuck, I’m coming again,” I screamed, my body shaking, my pussy clamping down, another wave of pleasure washing over me.
Duke’s cock swelled, his own climax approaching. “Yes, fill me up, Duke,” I moaned, and he did, his cum hot, thick, flooding me. “Oh, fuck, so much,” I gasped as his seed filled me, the sensation of fullness overwhelming. His ejaculations came in waves, each one adding to the mess, the excess dripping down my thighs, mixing with my own juices.
“Again, Duke, again,” I found myself begging, my body betraying my mind’s hesitance. Duke responded, his cock never fully softening, thrusting back into me, the machine ensuring our pleasure was unending. Each movement was accompanied by my moans, my voice a symphony of pleasure, “Oh, that’s it, yes, right there.”
As we approached the end of “The Marathon,” the machine’s vibrations intensified, each pulse hitting my clit, each thrust from Duke deeper, more insistent. My final orgasm was like nothing before; it built from my core, spreading through every nerve, my pussy convulsing around Duke’s cock, drawing his final climax.
“Oh my god, Duke, I’m… I’m coming so hard,” I cried out, the pleasure blinding, my body tensing, then releasing in a flood of sensation. Duke’s ejaculation this time was like a torrent, filling me so completely I felt like I might burst. “Fuck, Duke, you’re filling me so good,” I moaned, my voice breaking with the intensity.
The machine beeped, signaling the end, releasing the restraints. Duke stepped back, his cock leaving me with a wet, sucking sound, leaving me feeling empty yet sated beyond measure.
I lay there, my body limp, my mind reeling from the intensity. “What have you done to me, Marjorie?” I whispered, a mix of awe, confusion, and liberation in my voice. Tears pricked at my eyes, not from sadness but from the overwhelming rush of emotions.
I was no longer just the librarian with the tight bun; I was someone who had embraced the shadow side of her desires, found ecstasy in the unexpected, and was ready to explore every dark corner of this estate, every secret of Marjorie’s legacy.
“Fuck, Duke, you’ve really changed me,” I said, looking at him, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the storm he stirred within me. My body still pulsed with the aftershocks of pleasure, my mind already pondering when I’d dare to return to this machine, to see what other programs awaited, what other parts of me were yet to be discovered.
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