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Stories from Wild and Bed, Part two of our listener's
fantasy and m M F threesome with a Difference. So
Lauren has seen her unknown desire, discovered her passion was
secret from her as well, and now she is trapped
cornered by her own lust. But what now? As she
has stalked through the chapel where these two hungry men. Hi,
it's definent and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed,
your destination for sealacious stories, sensual satisfaction and finger licking
good fantasies. So back on with part two. So where
do we go? Well, I hope I've done this fantasy
justice now I do. Hope you're laying on your bed
m M you got those here budds in M. I
hope you'll clothes are m M. Loosened or rather naked
if you'd prefer closing your eyes, If you listen to
my voice, that's it. Just surrender to pleasure as you
feel my voice caressing over your body. MM, when you're
ready to sup me fully, just go ahead and take
a nice, deep breath and hold it for a moment.
Let it go with the sigh, just letting go of
any tension, any stress you have decided for the next
twenty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. M.
This is your time, Your time to let go, your
time for sensual satisfaction. M. Your time to explore your
inner passions as you listen to my voice and feel
yourself drifting into the story, Laurence suddenly became him aware
of a ridiculous gulping, closing her mouth and quickly looking
away before he gets much closer, the heat of his
breath already oppressing her senses. Oh God, why does she
have to scream like that? She thinks, as she again
becomes aware of her blushing, red cheeks and perspiration flecked forehead,
cursing herself for looking so disheveled. There is surprisingly little
sound from his footfall as he stalks across the chapel floor.
Laurence struggles not to fixate on his naked body, not
on the sparkles of sweat glistening in the silvery moonlight
as they drift across that naked skin, nor to fixate
on the dense, swathy hair covering his jewel, around his
lips and eyebrows, rich nose, furrowed brow, and deep foreboding eyes.
Her eyes tried to resist, dropping even low over his solid,
round shoulders, his chest broad and strong, the moonlight dancing
over the muscles of his stomach, his thighs tensing and
releasing as he moves across the ground, strong masculine hands
covered with more dark hair up to his knuckles, tattoos
or dain his arms from wrist to shoulder. She whimpasses,
her eyes follow his naturally hairy down to a large
tuft of pubic hair above a heavy, thick penis already growing, swelling.
Even after releasing every drop of his come into his
partner's mouth, Beads of sweat form at her temples, and
her face flushes hotter than ever. Knees clamped together, she
squirmed slightly on the stone seat, arouse or soaking through
her panties, hands fidgeting nervously, trying to find something to do,
trying desperately not to touch herself, not again. His eyes
fixated on Lauren as he nears her. With every breath,
she gets a whiff of a spicy, woody, almost smoky cologne,
a proper man's smell, not some Calvin Kline Unisex perfume
or Lynx body spray more suited to teenage boys. There
was something so hungry about this man, something so primeval.
His fingers grasp her chin with a surprise. Any gentle touch.
His skin, though rough, caresses Lauren's skin with a whisper
of a touch, as if everything about this man was
in control of himself more than anything else. His breath
presses over her cheeks, accelerating the warm flush already moving
through her. His eyes seemed to burn straight into her soul.
Intimidated by his very presence, Lauren tries to look away,
but he is so close to her it's impossible. Something
about this man already has a hold on her. Eventually,
she relents and slowly raises her eyes to his. For
a few long, agonizing seconds, she looks into those piercing eyes.
Completely absorbed by his gaze, she can ignore her own
feminine fragrance caressing down her thigh anti dissipation of what next?
What does he want of her? Will he punish her
for watching him and his partner? Will you make her suffer?
Without a word or a moment's hesitation, he grabs her
arm and pulls her up off the stone bench. There's
barely time to register what's happening before her back is
pressed against a stone wall, his fingers painfully tight around
her up, her arm not slacking for an instant. She
can barely catch her breath as her chest is pummeled
by a mixture of erotic desire and fear. Ever since
she could remember, she'd fantasized about being grabbed by a
strong man for countless night. She'd lain awaken and imagine
being taken by him, being used roughly and forcibly for
his pleasure. Wet between her legs, glitterers, swollen and throbbing,
until she could take it no more, and fucked herself
to an explosive orgasm while thinking about a man just
like him. Now it's actually happening. Fear, rather than arousal,
is dominant. Will he punish her? What is he going
to do with her? What will he do once he's finished?
Everything inside of her is telling her to run, to
get away from him. Yet she can't find the strength
to open her mouth and scream for help, or try
and shake free from his clutch, so she remained silent,
her back against the wall, her body trembling, her thighs
wet with her own slick. Suddenly she is on her
knees before him. Who knows whether he put her there
or if she dropped there of her own accord, but
she's there and waiting expectantly, his cock trembling just inches
in front of her lips, doubt rageous for her mind.
She wanted this, God knows, she had wanted this since
she first got wet, but there was a difference between
thinking about it and actually doing it, of being fucked
with that monstrous cock that throbs so aggressively in front
of her. She wasn't a virgin, but god, she felt
like one now. She'd never seen a man so arouse
for her. It was as if her collection of sexual
experiences were all but nothing, moments of madness with boys,
And when faced with this man, face with that huge
fucking cock, and watching it swell so hard in front
of her, her pussy clenched anticipation of losing her virginity
all over again to this man. Every vein along his
shaft pulsed with need, as if his cock had a
mind of its own, an aggressive, beating life force driving
through every inch. There was something about this erection, something
that truly captured every thought as Lauren knelt before it, mesmerized, captivated.
She'd given oral sort of before, but only really kissing
their cock, teasing them a little. This was something quite different.
This was a cock that was far too much to
just tease. If you took this cock in your mouth,
you have to want it to fuck you. She wanted
to taste him, to feel him throbbing in her throat,
to feel his moan along his cock, his animalistic lust
as he made her take his cock fully into her
mouth and torment it with her tongue. She's seen it
plenty of times before on internet videos, even practiced on
her hair brush handle. But it's different when it's an
actual man. For one thing, he's considerably bigger. What if
she doesn't do it right? What will he think? How
will he react? What if she wasn't actually any good?
Now she had a chance with a man like this.
She had watched his partner sucking his cock. Maybe she
should replicate that. Without thinking, Lauren leaned in closer and
kissed his shaft, The taste hot and musty, the very
presence of it more powerful than she had planned. What
was she thinking? She was a mere girl compared to
this man and a cock that beautiful must have been
such so many times by men and women who knew
exactly what they were doing, not some girl trying to
live out her fantasy. In security filling her mind, she
pulled back, opening her lips to apologize. Her thoughts didn't
have long to occupy her head. As a tip of
his cock pressed between her lips, there was no time
to consider it, to think, or dwell over it, to
weigh up her options. His fingers pressed through her hair
as he forced her face onto his heavy prick. She
had no choice but to part her lips and accept
him fully into her mouth. There is no time to
think about technique or all the stories she had read,
all the videos watched, and what a woman could do
with her mouth is His cock thrust deeper into her throat,
filling her mouth completely, owning every inch of her tongue,
rubbing her breath as he fucked into her mouth, realizing
how swollen he was for her, how hard his cock tremble,
how turned on he was just for her. Suddenly, a
wash of power spiraled through Lauren's body as she felt
him trembling, throbbing at her touch. Her hand explored under
his balls, massaging the ring of his ass, before pushing
a finger inside and taunting him further. Her own pussy
so swollen, aching to be touched, to feel a man's
cock deep inside her, not a boy, but a man
who knew what he wanted. And as he continued to
pummel his cock deep into her throat, Lawren's free hand
reached between her own thighs and tormented her already swollen pussy,
massaging it roughly with her fingertips as he continued to
thrust into her mouth, her finger pushing deeper and deeper
into his ass, every movement of her fingers causing another
throbbing through his cock. There was something so arousing about
turning a man on this much, something so powerful about
knowing that his cock was so hard because of her,
To know he wanted her so badly he could barely
control himself. No need to worry about if she was
doing it right, no decisions to make about what they
should do how they should fuck. He would fuck her
deep and hard, making her his own, ruining her for
any man as he satisfied his darkest desires. Suddenly he
raised her by her hair, letting his cock drop from
her mouth, before staring deep into her eyes. You want
my cock, don't you? I can smell it on you,
he whispered darkly. Fixated by his gaze, Loren could only
not lowering her hand and grasping his shaft firmly. Without
a word, he pressed her back against the altar, the
cold stone, forcing her back to arch. Lifting her legs,
she exposed her wet pussy, dripping with lust, to be
filled by his cock. Positioning her carefully, her head dropped
over the edge of the altar, a short rush of
blood giving her a temporary high as she watched the
moonlight dancing in the chapel from an upside down position.
Suddenly he grasped her ankles and pulled her against him,
his cock hard and swollen as it pressed between her
lips so wide it stretched her to the point of pain.
A maid her wonder how she might walk again. As
he continued to thrust deep inside the tip of his
cock violently invading every injure, the walls of her pussy,
her breast stolen once again, her body trembling as she
gasped for air, consumed by the wildfire moving through every
cell as he fucked her hard and animalistic, making her
his own, closing her eyes to intensify the sensations already
oaking within her body, the growing orgasm that perpetuated deep inside. Suddenly,
her wrists were grasped and pulled tight across the altar
as the other man's cock found its way between her lips,
thrusting deep into her throat, made easier by the position
of her head. His own body bent over her breasts,
biting her nipples roughly as he fucked into her mouth,
intensifying the sensations already consuming every inch of her body.
The smell of him occupied her senses as his cock
pressed deeper into her throat, both men filling her in
perfect unison, thrust after thrust, igniting every nerve in her
body to be taken and used and filled with their cocks,
to know they desire her so much that ignited her
passion to be lusted after and wanted. As her body
began to tremble, her orgasm already growing, feeling them tensing,
both men together, their cocks tightening, throbbing harder as their
need to come rose. A spasm, feeling Laurn's body as
her cow clutched along his cock, massaging it roughly and
forcing it to a rupt, the hot stream of his
com coating the inside of her pussy, filling her completely
with the delicious sense of his cream, igniting her orgasm.
Further Struggling to breathe with the cock filling her throat,
Lauren could only moan her pleasure, a sound that vibrated
along his shaft. Feeling him tense, thrusting harder, Lurn closed
her lips tightly and bit gently along his shaft, smiling inwardly.
It's a sensation of his come traced down her throat.
The two men spent their bodies trembling, unable to do anything.
They lay along Lauren's naked body, their cocks still pulsing
gently inside her, the after glow of pleasure moving between them.
There wasn't a question of satisfaction when you know you
are wanted this much. The three of them entwined, the
two men adoring Lauren's body with fingertips and kisses and
the vicious caress of a beard that sparkled her nurse
to life. Immersing themselves in the after glow of warm satisfaction,
Lauren's body tingled with the thought of that gentle pleasure
as she closed her eyes and wondered what next, and
felt the dark whisper right there in our rear. Don't
you go to sleep? Not yet. We haven't finished with you.
So I hope you enjoyed Part two? Mm hmm, So
got part three next week? Yes, I will end. I
have no idea. I have no idea I am. I
just go by the fantasy. So if you have a
request that you'd like to hear on the story, then
just email me. Email me Deviling at wildenbed dot com.
Say this is what I'd like to happen. We could
do that, can't we? We could do that interactive storage.
You could say, I want this to happen. I want that. Oh,
pick an outcome, pick an outcome? What sort of happy
ending do you want? What do you think? So until
next week when we can get wild in bed again.
And this is devil and wild and always with your
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