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another episode of Wild in Bed, your destination for salacious stories,
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this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed. You
might want to loosen any clothing or maybe be completely
naked as you surrender to my story and give yourself
permission to enjoy every word, every touch, every sound as
if it was really happening. For the next thirty minutes
or so, it's just you and my voice. This is
your time, your time to relax, your time to let
your inhibitions go, your time for sensuous pleasure. As you
go ahead and close your eyes and take a nice
deep breath, just hold it for a moment and let
it go with a sigh, letting all the stress of
the week. Go as you listen to my words and
let my voice move all over your body as you
enjoy tonight's story. Presley looked down at the tower of
decadence on her plate. It's called a what, she asked,
wondering whether she was meant to eat or perhaps they
a prayer for the inches she could feel herself gaining
just by looking at it. Some sort of bread or
biscuit looking concoction covered in a large globe of the
thickest creams she had ever seen, all topped off with
a more than generous portion of strawberry jam. Cream tea
is a British specialty, Eve responded, sounding a little exasperated.
You know, when we agreed to do this vacation, you
were meant to try everything here, including at least a
few of their luxury pastries. You can diet when we
return to the States. This shore is a whole lot
of junk to go on my trunk, Prosie said, to
no one in particular. I wonder how often they indulge
in these kinds of desserts. Giggling gently, Eve eyed her
best friend of twenty years. You poked to the cream
and jam with a dessert fork as if it might
attack her. From what I've read, they don't eat it
all the time. It's just a special treat. I think
Britain would sink if they did. Presley responded in an enormal, throaty,
feminine voice. Taste it, Eve said, I guarantee you will
love it. Eve cocked her brow as she watched Presley
take a bite, clotted cream and jam spreading over her nose.
Oh my god, Presley said, while making a throaty groan.
What is is cream? Called? Again? Clotted cream? It sure
is heavy and sweet and freaking delicious, seriously laughing gently
at her friend, I told you, pres and shit, we're
in the UK, most likely our first and last time.
There's lots of things you need to try. Eve stared
pensively at Presley as she sipped at the blacker or
gray lemon tea. Presley nodded shyly, a blush lifting up
her neck as she cast her gaze over the River Thames,
distracting herself from that conversation by watching a boatload of
tourists glide over the waters in the morning sun. Well, yeah,
we haven't been on a tour boat yet or seen
the Black Museum or Madame Tuo swords. I believe those
are known for being full of murderous British history, Eve
responded curtly to a shy best friend. You know perfectly
well what I meant. We've been here a week and
you haven't even made an effort with the British men.
I tell you prayers, they're different from Americans. You won't
regret it if you do, I promise, men Amen, Presley responded,
continuing to stare toward the river anywhere, but Eve's growing frustrated.
Stare It's always the same. They get you in the sack.
Two minutes later they've done, and at the door. Eve
watched Presley's body tense up, knowing she'd hit an ugly nerve,
but refused to get into an uncomfortable discussion while on vacation.
Eve forced to laugh, then leaned in closer. Trust me,
pres she whispered, her eyes widening her lips, forming a
broad smile. You could not be more wrong. I don't
know if it's a good man as they have in
built here or what it is, but let me tell
you from what I've learned in the past few days
we've been here the lady always comes first with these
British dutes. And if you're into king, holy shit, Boss.
Eve whistled and rolled her eyes to emphasize the point.
Don't let all that stiff upper lip crab and all
the hearsay of proper this and proper that for you
in the bedroom. There's only one thing that's stiff and
definitely upper. Seriously, that guy I hooked up with on
our first night was insane and he al most definitely
talked this girl a thing or two about his beautiful
silver tongue. Presley and Eve held each other's gaze for
a moment before bursting into fits of laughter. Seriously, Prayers,
we're on vacation. You need to relax, little. No one
knows you here, no one will ever see us again.
So live it up, girl, do what you want. Have fun. Girl,
I you going down and forget the past of the
next few days. Surely you can't tell me you haven't
seen any British men you find hart shit. Their accents
also weaken me in the freaking knees. Oh, there's been
plenty I found attractive. But where do I start? Hi,
Am Presley, do you want to fight me? I'm just
not like you. I can't put myself forward in the
way you do. Eve. Eve sipped at her teeth, then continued,
I'll call him bullshit. Do you remember when we were
at school and never turned down a dare? Eve? That's different.
You can't dare me to sleep with the bread. Maybe not,
but those guards are Buckingham Palace, the ones with the
huge baskin hats that aren't allowed to move or blink
or anything. I think you should flirt with one, try
to get a rise out of him if you get
my drift? How dare you? Girl? In fact, I double
dog dare you? Presley glared at Eve sternly. So what
do you exactly want me to do? Lift my skirt
is show him my thumb, lay on the ground and
spread my thighs. Walk up to the guy and grab
him by the deck. He's brows arched up. Grabbing him
by the dick should definitely get his attention, but it
might also get you thrown into some underground, barbaric British
jail cell. So no, I'm not really suggesting that, but
I do think you should start with dressing sexy. Damn it,
prayers make this man uncomfortable. Make his dick twitch, make
him break out into a sweat. Sighing, Eve took another
sip of tea before continuing, Look, let's have a bit
of fun, nothing serious. You make him sweat and the
drinks are on me tonight. With his eyes turning stern
as she looked hard at her friend, like I said before,
Double dog dare you? Damn it? Eve, Presley said teasingly.
You had to go ahead and dare me, and double
dog dare me at that. Okay, let's go buy some
sexy clothes, but I'm warning you I will not be
a cheap date tonight. While devouring the rest of their
cream tea, Presley found herself wondering about the wisdom of
the brunch time treat, and now the women all seemed
to remain thin, as she was sure her butter had
just sworn by a good two inches. After they settled
up their tab and left the quaint riverside tea house,
the two of them began working their way through the
heaving crowds of taurists and eventually held themselves a black cab.
Where are two ladies? The man asked, in a strong
accent that Presley felt she could drown in the nearest
quality lady's clothing store, Eve answered, proudly, where in need
of some sexy lingerie? Presley glared at her friend, embarrassment
burning hotly across her cheeks. Eve, seriously, you young ladies
on a promise, I assume, the cab driver asked a promise?
What's that, Presley asked, not really caring what it meant
so much, but definitely wanting to hear more of his
accented voice. The promises when you and your young men
are planning a romantic night in Okay Black guess it's
something like that, he said, through another teasing Kickle, I
know just the place to take you two ladies. My
missus uses it all the time. Or The cab ricocheted
through London traffic. Both Presley and Eve huddled close, neither
of them daring to look out the window for fear
they might see an accident caused by this man's manic driving.
They huddled closely, whispering about the guards at the tower.
Those guards really do look hot in those red jackets,
Eve whispered, And that severe stare they have it's so
damn British. Can you imagine what they might be like
in the bedroom. Just the thought of it makes me
tingle all over. Bresie smiled at the memory of this
morning's event, even she and all her insecurities had to admit,
and even thinking of them, standing there like hot, rigid
British statues, with the precise cut of their black pants
drawing her gaze up their thighs, and their eyes that
never seemed to blink as hot as fucking sin. He
shot through a core, her fingers brushing the top of
a thigh as she wondered what a man like that
might do to her, how he might punish her, how
he might make her body ache with need, how he
might hold her down and fuck her raw and senseless.
Her tooth pushed into the bottom of her lip at
the thought of something so out of character for her.
It wasn't that she was inexperienced. She simply hadn't ever
found a man she considered anything besides inconsiderate pleasureless assholes.
Pulling up outside a quaint looking boutique, the driver looked
in his mirror and smiled, this is it laid, Being
that you two are obviously not from here, I'm due
to take a break about now. If you like, I'd
turn the clock off, wait and and drive you back
to your hotels so you can get yourselves ready. Finding
a cab around here can be a real bugger at times.
That sounds fantastic, Eve responded, We're really appreciated, Presley added quietly.
Presley and Eve exited the cab with their two heads together,
chatting and giggling like two conspirators. As the doorman opened
the wide glass door for them, ladies, his tone rang serious,
but not unfriendly. He touched his cap with a figure,
then dipped his head Welcome to Tallulah. Once inside, the
bautique appeared a lot smaller than they were used to
in the States. Presley wondered if they'd have much of
a selection, and almost considered suggesting going elsewhere. Just as
she turned to speak to Eve, the two of them
were suddenly face to face with an attractive, middle aged
woman with graying hair and deep red lipstick. May I
help you, she said, with a clear cut accent. Well,
my friend and I are looking for something sexy and
seductive without being trashy, if you know what I mean.
But we were expecting a larger selection. Eve added a
little more curtly than Presley would have lied, leaving her
feeling awkward. The tall woman eyed the two of them skeptically,
then added, this isn't your average run of the mill
store ladies. Rather than have a white selection, we carry
only the best, and I can promise you every thread
of silken lace we offer. At one point seduction, who
will the lingerie be for? Oh, it's for Presley, Eve
said bluntly, pushing Presley forward. What The domineering old woman
cast her eyes over Presley's body again. Presley felt heat
rising up her chest as the lady began walking around her,
eyeing her, scoping out a figure like she had some
sort of display on cell. Hmm. The Seals woman mumbled,
just loud enough to leave a knot in Presley's stomach.
She gonna tell me that we have nothing to fit
over my hips. They have no brass small enough for
my chest. Another complete circle around her body, the woman
stopped in front of Presley's face. Would Madam prefer a
thong or something fuller? A? Ah, A thongb would be fine,
Presley replied, while blushing furiously under the woman's harsh gaze.
Very good, and I take it you would like stockings
with that? Would you prefer a hold ups or a
garter belt? Not a trace of emotion sounded in her
voice or Presley's heart wound it so hard against her
chest that it felt like a rib was being crushed.
Hold ups, I guess, Presley responded in a hushed tone.
Very well, please have a seat. I believe I have
just a thing for you. Presley and Eve took a
seat on the red velvet bench as a woman exited
through a door leading to the rear of the room,
The batigue suddenly feeling quiet and empty. This is totally weird,
Presley whispered to a quiet Eve. No shit, it's definitely
not Victoria's secret. A few moments later, the saleslady returned
with a large cardboard box. She lay it on the
glass table in front of them, opening it and exposing
the most beautiful vision of deep purple silk and black lace. Involuntarily,
both Presley and Eve gasped at the sensuous lingerie. I
took the liberty of boxing it up just in case,
the woman said flatly. This set is a basque directly
from Milan, with a lovely black lace detail on the bust.
I have a couple of these sets myself, she added, confidently,
ignoring the shocked looks on both girls faces makes me
feel sexier than a horror on sailor's payday. Let me
tell you when I have this on under my shirt
and start undoing my buttons, well, let's just say that
my husband can't keep his hands off me. Her eyes
glistened with carnality, she moved her hand in a broad
art to indicate the changing rooms towards the rear of
the store. I suggest trying it on to be certain,
but please leave your panties on for all but two
obvious reasons. If you happen to be commando today, there's
a selection for you to use. Presley entered the dressing room,
Eve on her heel. The both of them peered down
at the box of luxurious seduction. This set is a
bask Eve said, teasingly, exaggerating the woman's strange choice of
words direct from Milan, she mimicked in her awful British accent.
The two friends both covered their mouths as they tried
to shush another onset of giggles. Who is she, Eve whispered,
She reminds me of an English professor. PA's me, Presley whispered,
a proper English lady. I guess like we said, this
place is no Victoria secret. Presley stripped down to her panties,
then held the luxury and lingerie against her body while
looking at herself in the full length mirror. This color
is stunning, she whispers, suddenly wishing she could afford lingerie
like this every day. Try it on Press. I can't
wait to see it on you. He's voice bubbled with enthusiasm.
Sliding into the silk, even the caress of the soft
material against her flesh made Presley feel sexy, seductive, even desirable.
It seemed to absolutely kiss her skin with every movement,
touching her in a way that any woman loved to
be touched, the silk seeming to mold to her body,
accentuating her curves in just the way she wished for.
It was no wonder she'd been asked to keep her
panties on. The warm, dampness crept through a core or
a pussy clutching God, how could underwear turn her on?
And if it held this much power with her, what
would it do to a man? I don't want to
take it off, Eve it's absolutely beautiful lust see it
through a body, the thought of the depraved acts she
might do wearing something like this. Reluctantly, she changed back
into her own clothes and they exited the changing room.
She'll take it, Eve, triumphantly announced, in a bold tone
that sometimes makes Presley's skin cruel. The journey back to
Saint James's hotel was quiet, Presley's mind lost in unusual
carnal thoughts. It had been a long time since she'd
actually been fucked, and honestly, all the time she had
left her feeling nothing but disappointed, exactly the opposite how
being fuck should leave a woman. It was just that
something always seemed to lack. It was almost as she
needed something stronger, something more controlling, more dominant. The men
back home were okay, but in her experiences was always
just sex and nothing else. Simply a few thr us,
a wamband, thank you, ma'am, kind of fast fucking. That
was it. No foreplay, no tenderness, no spanking or bondage
or hold me against a woman, fuck me until my
body gives out kind of sex, Just plain, old ordinary
vanilla sex. EVD promised her that British men were different,
and she'd already had her affair share. She had no
fear of the unknown. She was proud of her body
and its needs, and had even partaken in a foursome
with three guys the two of us had met in
the park. Bresley's natural shyness had forced her to decline
that whole ordeal, leaving her lonely, unsatisfied, and miserable, while
Eva returned, barely able to walk with the fragrance of
sex hanging on to her like a cheap dress. For
the remainder of the day, desire continued to burn through
Presley's size as she and Eve made their way through
the hotel and eventually made it back to their adjoining rooms.
See in a few Presley uttered to Eve, before pushing
the door close behind her with her back and taking
a long, in hell of breath. Why had the simple
piece of material left her feeling like someone had lit
a fire in her sex? Yes, it was beautiful and
classy and entirely sexy, but it did left her feeling
which she rarely did, like a temptress, Like a seductive,
sexually active woman that ate to have her a pussy
filled with a real man, A real cock, a left
bone tired from hours of hard sex. What the hell
was happening to her? Was it this crisp British air?
That these people had some kind of sex supplement to
their tea. Whatever it was, she liked it a lot.
Sliding down the door, Presley lifted her skirt. Dampness coated
her in her thighs, her pussy clenching her abdomen clutching
with what she knew was going to be a fast
and furious orgasm. She frantically shifted her panties to one
side and plunged two fingers deep and hard into her sex,
rocking them in a perfect motion and touching that most
sensitive spot. Oh Jesus, with her thumb rubbing her clip,
the blistering need aching inside to be full, to be satisfied,
to be fucked hard and deep without mercy. She pulled
her hand back and slapped it against her folds firmly,
electricity shooting through it like torrents of white heat. Still
furiously rubbing her clip, her pleasures soaring higher and swirling
from head to foot, she drew back her hand and
spank to her sex again, harder, this time almost violently. Oh, fuck.
Presley plunged her fingers back inside, while her other hand
tugged and pulled and rubbed her clip desperately. In only second,
she was exploding in an intense orgasm that had hot
tears pricking her eyes. Minutes passed, maybe five, maybe ten
as she sat breathlessly on the floor. The after glow
of pleasure was still trembling through a body. Suddenly shaken
by the sound of her cell phone, she knew it
had to be Eve, as no one else was going
to cool her while she vacationed in England. Hi, Eve,
just getting ready. Give me about fifteen more minutes. Okay,
Press Loo, get your ass in gear. I've just read
that they changed the guards in an hour. You don't
want some guys only just come on to shift. Okay,
I'm hurrying. Presley dropped her phone to the floor, standing
gingerly and taking a moment to steady herself on her
legs that felt as if they were full of jelly.
Twenty minutes later, Presley was admiring herself in the mirror,
the caress of the stockings on her thighs making them
tense with desire. Once again. The dark purple of the
silk and the black lace somehow transforming her, making her
into the seductress she wished she could be, making her
a little more like Eve. Time to let my inner
horror out, she whispered to herself as she ambled toward
the closet to wrap a black wrap her round skirt
and black shirt. Almost disappointed to cover the beautiful lingerie,
she slipped her feet into still lettoes, then left the
room to head to the foyer. Eve smiled when she
saw Presley and stood from the armchair, looking perfect in
the short red dress that hugged her curves like a glove.
Oh you look flushed. That sexy underwear really hits the mark,
doesn't it. Laughing gently, Presley replied, while thinking, you have
no fucking idea, No, just a hot shower. Now, come on,
you double dog dared me. Let's go make these prim
and proper British guards. Within minutes, Presley Neve stood at
the gates of Buckingham Palace. Or Suddenly, this didn't seem
like such a good idea to Presley. The guards were
standing there like statues in their wooden shelters, solid and strong,
like real soldiers, and anything but the toy ones. They
seemed to be when they were watching from a distance.
Up close, you could see their muscles tents under the
red tunics, their jewels set all serious and stern, and
the black pants got those black pants. Dampness surged into
Presley's pussy while the silk of the thong teased her
sacks As she walked along the path. It was as
if the material quietly and seductively caressed her click. With
every step she took. Nearing the guards, her click throbbed
furiously with nervous anticipation. She could almost smell the testosterone
from here. Choosing one of the four guards, one furthest
from the main gates and the throbbing crowds, Presley anticipated
him for a moment, his dominant position, the strength and
control in his body, the way he was absolutely still,
and his eyes. They were intensely blue, like cold ice
that seemed to burn with a passion, with a need,
with a dominance. Lustful thoughts once again filled her head
as she focused on that blue gaze. Control, punishment, power,
bondage and discipline, savage penetration, hard, heartless colors, sex. Presley's
core clutched with need. The warm caress of her desire,
escaping her panties and dripping down her thighs. She pushed
out her leg to the side, forcing her skirt to
fall open and exposing her thigh and stocking tops for
a moment, his gaze seemed to widen as he took
in every inch of her porcelain skin over the top
of the black lace material. Undoubtedly there was a gentle
tinting in his pants, and it almost seemed like she
could see his left eye flicker just a small bit.
Crowds of dorists surrounded him, but this show was just
for him, and she had no will to leave, not
until she made him miserable, and not until she saw
his adam's abble bobble, not until she saw at least
a bead of sweat cover his brow. Bresley bit her
lip as she discreetly caressed her breast with the soft
material of her shirt. She pinched herself, gently, forcing her
nipple to puck her into a hard peak. She swallowed
a harsh gulp, a pussy painfully aching to be fucked,
her stomach churning with a warm sensation. How did this man,
this icly cold stranger, with all his power, all his
turn her on by doing nothing, How the fuck was
any of this happening? Fantasizing about his stern expression staring
down at her, The ache between her thighs was intensifying
as a strain in his pants grew, his burning erection
becoming more prominent through the finely tailored pants. She wanted
this man to fuck her casually. Bresley eased her fingers
through the buttons of her shirt, letting the top two
fall open to expose the black lace underneath. Dark purple
silk shimmered in the warm morning sun. As a cool
breeze caress the soft exposed skin of her breast, the
bite of the British summer chill teasing her flesh. An
avalanche of goosebumps erupted over her breath, an upper neckline,
her nipples strained against a lace, fueling the desire growing
inside a pussy and leaving her breath out of kilter. Fuck.
She was turned on and desperately more than she could
ever have imagined possible. Boldly, she slid a hand between
the folds of her skirt, pushing at her thumb and
stroking her pulsing folds, fighting every earth to just let
go and come here and now. Presley was determined to
make him sweat at least one beat damn it. Her
eyes slid shut for a minute as she imagined taking
his hard cock into her mouth, how it would taste
as her tongue danced around it, feeding him throb listening
to him moan, feeling his fingers tangled desperately through her
hair as he fucked her mouth until he released thick,
warm streams of come down her throat. Her pussy throbbed,
aching as she thought of his erect cock pulsing inside
of her fingers. Ripping with her own desire, Presley lifted
two to her lips, teasing her tongue along them, halfway,
closing her eyes as she slid them into her mouth,
essentially provocatively, as she continued to succumb to the fantasy
of sucking his cock so hard that his knees buckled
and he lost all control, his fingers clutching at her
hair a stability as he forced her to take every
drop of his release. Her fingers dropped from her lips
as she watched his cock turning desperately hard behind his pants,
go what she would give to fall to her knees
and take him in her mouth to sup that beautiful
erection until he was dry of every drop of cum.
But still there was no sweat. Presley chewed at her
lips and pushed her hands between her thighs, once more,
tracing her fingertips along the silk, moving it aside and
pushing two fingers deep into a throbbing pussy, grabbing her
hand rail for stability when an orgasm ripped through her body.
For a moment, she could only stand absolutely still as
she waited for the quick to subside and her legs
to unbuckle. Finally, she brazed, and he took a few
steps toward the guard and leaned next to his ear.
I want you to taste my juices before I taste yours,
she whispered, while dragging her fingertips along his lips. Make
way for the Queen's guard. He shouted, all but knocking
her to the ground. Shocked, Presley stumbled against the railings,
suddenly aware of all the torus who had turned to
look this direction. With the guard's face unmoved, his body motionless,
his cock remained achingly hard, but still not a drop
of sweat. How much control does this man have, Presley
uttered under her breath. Gathering herself quickly and feeling a
sudden urge for a large vodka, Presley walked over to
a shocked Eve, who had been watching the show. Now,
let's hear it. Did you make him sweat? Presley sighed,
The man as hard as iron under his pants, but
not a fucking dropper sweat. Oh well, screw the sweat.
I'm proud of you, girl, and damn it, after a
show like that, I'm going to buy the drinks anyway.
Come on, there's a hotel around the corner. With a
quick pace, they reached their nearby hotel in no time
that desired to move as far away from that moment
of public shame, fueling Presley's speed. Taking a seat in
the corner of the darkened bar, they ordered two large
vodkas with cherries seven up. Within seconds, their glasses were
empty and tow refil stood before them. Damn it, pres
I could see his heart dick from twenty feet away.
That thing was huge. I'm surprised he just didn't come
in his pants there, and then how the fuck he
didn't sweat? I have no idea, honestly, Eve, I was
so turned on doing that. Seeing how hard he was,
I just wanted him to take me there and then
hard and deep, rough and raw, if you know what
I mean. I think I would have joined your girl.
That dude looked like he had enough cock for both
of us and then some. If we'd waited another five minutes,
he probably would have gladly put his dick in you.
They were due to change the guard, then probably best
we left, Presley responded through a giggle. Maybe a bit
more of a show than the proper Brits and all
these tourists would want. In front of Buckingham Palace, Eve,
Presley and Eve fall into a giggling spell. Oh god, Eve, stop,
I need the bathroom. And now did you notice where
it was? It's dark as freaking night in here. Surveying
the bar, Eve's smile widens. Over there, there's a sign
saying toilets and accommodation. Guess a proper British word for
bathroom is toilets. Wonder exactly what accommodations they offer? Eve wings,
Presley gathers her purse. Be careful not go up to
the room, though there might be a huge, hunky guard
waiting for you. Presley moved between the tables, making a
way to an old wooden door. Glancing up at the side,
she smiled to herself. Accommodations, she uttered softly, pushing the
door open and slipping into the darkened corridor. Wooden beams
surrounded her, emphasizing the age of the hotel. To a
left was a staircase. To the right, two rooms, one
with a silhouette of a woman hanging outside the lady's toilet.
She muttered to herself, giggling again, stumbling just a bit
a little tipsy after returning to the door adjoining the
main bar. After she'd relieved herself, she noticed some photos
hanging on the wall, images of the guards drinking in
this very bar. Wait till I tell Eve, she whispered
to herself, Struggling to pull the heavy wooden door open. Suddenly,
a hand appeared from behind her, viciously slamming the door
shut and trapping her in the dark corridor. Well, look
who's here, the little teas you try to make a
hash of my job? Is your pussy still wet for me?
Her heart beat furiously in her chest at the deep
British voice behind her, his finger tips slide down her
neck and over the curve of her breast, turning her
nipples to pebbles and casting an ache between her thighs.
Time I found out just how wet with your ass
up the stairs. With her pulse in her ears, Presley
did nothing to resist his domineering command as her legs
began carrying her up the squeaking, narrow stairs, inning his
presence so close behind her, intimidating with the strength of
his body over her. The desire in Presley's pussy was
returning with a vengeance, while the tiny voice in her
head told her she needed to turn around and haul
ass away from this man. This door, he said, harshly,
easily pushing the large door open with one broad hand.
Presley's head was beginning to stir with dizziness from the
two vodka drinks, while everything inside her court turned warm
and damp and needy as she obeyed this strange man's
orders with no hesitancy. As she entered the cold, darkened room,
don't look at me, close your eyes without thinking again,
Presley did as he commanded and closed her eyes, succumbing
to his will. With his hard body pushing against hers,
it left her no choice but to move backwards until
she was feeling the railing of a large bed behind her.
Lift your arms up over your head without a bulls.
Her eyes lifted over her head until she felt the
barley twist of a four poster bed lessen. A second later,
she was listening to the sound of two brief metallic
clicks and feeling the cold steal of handcuffs securing her
against a bedpost while he fastened a rough, thick material
over her eyes, pulling it tight behind her head and
holding her eyes closed. The tremble moved down her spine
as he slid his fingertips down the curve of her neck,
stopping right about her breast. That's my ceremonial belt. You
get anything on that and I will be up all
night cleaning it, and you will be up all night
nursing your sore fucking cunt. Are we clear? Yeah? Yes,
my name's Presley. By the way, I'm from Texas. Will
you at least tell me your name? Nerves are Pressley shivering,
feeling way out of her depth, actually frightened by this
man and what she'd gotten herself into. Though she could
see nothing, she could feel his eyes watching her studying
her while a cold still shot through her. My god,
he could slit her neck open, joke the breath from her.
He could violently rape and murder her, and nobody would
ever know until it was too late. She knew Eve
had probably taken up conversation with a man or five,
and most likely swallowed another few vodkas. By now, she
probably wasn't giving Presley an inch of thought. Fuck, I'm
sir to you. That's all you need to know. His
voice was almost a growl, his lips so close that
she felt his breath burning her skin. Presley, what sort
of fucking name is that your parents wanted a boy?
Did they got? You? Couldn't call you Elvis? I presume
so Presley was the best they could come up with.
With his voice edged with anger along with dark promises
of danger and brutal lust, he added, well, let's see
this fancy laundry you were so eager for me to
see earlier, Presley with no Elvis. He snickered as he
belittled her name with a surprising gentility. The back of
his fingers caressed down Presley's neck, his thick fingers sliding
just under the edge of her shirt. He leaned against
her ear, his warm breath wet and salacious as he whispered,
say goodbye to your shirt, Presley, with no elvis. With that,
his fingers tor viciously at the material, the button snapping
from it in quick succession, as Presley felt the cold
air of the room bite her already erect nipples and
turner blood twice. What the fuck? She gasped, shocked his actions,
terrified by his boldness, scared by the sudden surge of
desire moving in her body as she came dangerously close
to begging him to touch her, and grasping her throat tightly,
he pushed her head back. I can smell your pussy
from here. I'd bet my last dollar that's a perfect pink,
perfectly swollen and perfectly wet for me. So don't give
me that shit. You want this, You're dying for it.
Presley's body trembled again as he gripped her throat, while
his other hand ripped the waistband of her skirt from
her body and slid between her thighs, forcing them wide
and brutally pinching the numb of her clip through the
soft silk. Just as I suspected, he says, in her
deep voices, arouses her whole body. Your pussy is very
wet and very swollen and hot. You're quite the little submissive,
aren't you. Damn it? What was happening to her? Sure
she'd had fantasies about being tied up, gently spanked, her
boundaries pushed who hadn't? But this was a whole different league.
She was in way overhead and sinking far and fast,
But her pussy had other ideas. Her traitor is caught
with throbbing with every word this man uttered, clutching more
and more for his brutal treatment. How z that clit
of yours throbbing? Is it? Yet? Presley without the elvis,
Presley without the elvis? Screw this guy? Seriously. One side
of her wanted to fight like hell and neam in
his proverbial balls until he was whimpering in agony. Yet
the other side of her was just fuck. She didn't
understand a bit of this, Yes, she managed softly, excuse me,
I had the good fucking grace to use your name,
yet you choose not to give me the same respect.
I think I need to teach you some manners, Presley,
before she could respond to his making fun of her name.
Without warning, a broad hand was crashing against her clead,
sending waves of pain rushing through her body, nerves turning
her legs to jelly, the hairs on her body raising
to attention. That's for starters, Presley, and from now on
it gets worse if you are in any way disobedient.
Am I clear? Before she could argue or agree, her
legs were being widened again, this time to the point
of discomfort. He was leaving her open, exposed and vulnerable,
and totally oblivious to what he was going to do next.
She tried moving, yet he held her in place while
his large palm drift up the length of a thigh
before he thrust two broad fingers deep inside, stretching her
apart painfully as her pussy clutched with desperate need. Presley
Albert screamed as her hips inadvertently lifted into each punishing plunge,
and she tried controlling the sensations rocking through her body. Fuck.
This man was nothing but brutal and motionless, rough and angry.
Yet all she could think of was this overriding urge
to come. This wasn't like her who was she becoming?
Why was she enjoying this so much? Biting her lips
to suppress the agonizing moans, his fingers thrust heart in
and out of her dripping sex. His breath slowly moves
down her body, obviously staring at her small breast, worried
what he might do to were burning nipples. Her body
shudders in pain and delight as he drags her finger
roughly over her clid, causing her to spasm as if
she'd been electrocuted. Her hands down desperately grasping at the
handcuff for a semblance of control. Fuck, but that will
come only when and if I decide, he said, as
his fingers massaged the rough, velvety spot inside a pussy, gently, perfectly,
but denying any control over the orgasm burning upper body.
This man, this British stranger who she didn't even know
his name, much less anything else about. At the upper
hand over Presley, she was his to give taken news
as he chose. You want the first sudden lady to
try endeavor at my attention, just the first to actually succeed.
Presley's legs tightened as a burning pleasure moved deep inside
a pussy pleasure swirling in intense waves, moving faster and
faster as her whole body tense in anticipation of an orgasm.
This man had the power to do something no other had,
to control her, to direct her, to dominate her. The
moan rose at the stranger's throat, or what seemed like
an urgency started in each thrust of his fingers, her
hips rising and falling, rising and falling, soft whimpers filling her,
while each and every punishing move overpowered her with a
need like she'd never had in past times. Oh, I'm
going to come, she whispered, almost silently, and then it
was all over. He was stopping, pulling his fingers from
her pussy, and leaving a dripping with need, frustration, and
on the edge of bursting into tears. Not yet, Presley,
you had your fun earlier. Now it's my turn. His
fingers moved through the thin shoulder strap on her new lingerie,
twisting it, pulling it tightly against her nipples. This is
all very pretty, probably expensive as well. But you know
what I think, he whispered menacingly. Now, sir, what do
you think I think? Pressley without the elvis, the laundry
is always best laying on the floor as a lass
Words left his lips, his hands were ripping downward and
tearing the beautiful silk from her naked skin, exposing her
to the full brutal intensity of his gaze, leaving her
a shivering bundle of nerves in nothing now but stockings
and a thong. The cold air bit at every inch
of her skin, fueling the trembling already moving through every
cell in her body. He's ruined my beautiful lungery. Why
the fuck am I enjoying this so much? Why am
I so turned on? When a single metal click sounded
in her ears, and she felt her hands being loosened
from the bedpost, allowing blood to return, The quick move
created a whole new tingling sensation moving through her breast.
As the blood poured back through her veins, her nipples
ate even more. On your knees. His gruff command had
Presley submissively falling to her knees, and the sound of
his dropping zipper and are almost hyperventilating. The stranger pushed
the hard dip of his cock against her lips. I
saw it in your eyes earlier, Presley, the look of
a woman fantasizing about sucking my dick. So I'm going
to give you what you wanted, something to take back
to Texas to share with all your southern girlfriends. Take it,
all of it, and I'm going to come hard and deep,
and you are going to suck every drop. I'm still
in my dress pants. I cannot and I will not
walk out of here with them covered income And should
you satisfy me, I'll give you something even better. I'll
fuck your pussy so hard that you won't know what
hit you. Grubbing her hair, he forced his cock between
her lips, pushing deeper and deeper, stretching her mouth further further. Fuck,
can I do this? Do I really want this? Dear
streamed down her cheeks, the tip of his cock already
pushing past a gag reflex and along the back of
her throat, with no pause, no debate, his herd erection
pushing furiously and viciously into her mouth like nothing she'd
ever experienced. She couldn't decide whether to cry and beg
him to stop, or just do what she had planned
to do. Fuck a British man, Christ Jesus Presley with
no Elvis the British man uttered, his fingertips curling through
the side of her hair. You're beautiful with my cock
in your throat, trying desperately to move her tongue around
his thrusting cock. His words had her clear taking and
her body trembling again as he fucked her face with
no semblance of gentleness, no compassion, no warmth or sensitivity
or jaw, aching more and more with every thrust, while
she arrived with discomfort and wished he'd simply come so
she could breathe again. When the first traits had pre
come dripped down her throat, she finally craved her taste
him and reached for the base of his cock, holding
it tightly between her palm, just as before he stopped.
You're so fucking good, Presley. My cock feels amazing in
your pretty mouth. But right now I think I need
more than just so swollen lips to ease my throbbing cock.
Presley's breath hitched as he picked her up by this
stray handcuffed and tossed her back onto the bed, pushing
her legs apart, exposing her pussy that she could feel
throbbing to be filled. The stranger pushing to maybe three
fingers inside her, then pulling them out just as quickly,
not throbbing enough yet. I borrowed this from one of
my mates in the household Cavalry. I think it might help.
Oh fuck, Presley cried as the stinging caress of a
riding crop burned like wildfire over her thighs, the stinging
sensation spreading up to her pussy and intensifying the sensations
moving through to her core. Oh, I think we can
do better than that. Three more thrashes in quick succession,
no waiting, no respite, just biting pain followed by the
heat of pleasure, setting her pussy on fire. The stranger
pushed his fingers back into a trembling pussy, perfect flipping
her over, grabbing her thighs before he leaned against her ear,
the tip of its thick erection bobbing against the cheek
of her ass. Now, I fuck you. Presley's body burned
with desperation anticipation as his fingers clutched her tightly and
pulled a throbbing pussy up to meet his hard cock.
Oh fuck, she cried as the first ways of pleasure
moved up her body as he hammered deep inside her,
stretching her to accept his girth, while her pussy clutched
hard at his cock, desperate to feel his warm release
for her. He groaned against he rear, his body tensing
and moving in a perfect deep tempo, while her pussy
willingly opened and stretched around him like she was with
a caring lover instead of some complete uncarrying stranger. Another
growl erupted from his throat as his hand crashed down
across her ass, sending a stinging sensation of pleasure, cascading
through a pussy and straight into a clet, forcing her
to clutch even tight her on his thick cock. Fuck
He uttered, exploding inside her, his warm cum filling Presley's
pussy is around orgasm erupted around his pulsing erection, gently
thrusting in and out. His cock continued to come through
a quivering pussy while his fingertips caressed down her spine,
sending tremors up and down her body. He loosened the
belt around Presley's eyes when she turned to look at
this man who had just blown any misconception she had
about prim and proper British men completely to the wayside.
Keep looking forward, Presley, I have one last surprise. Presley
slowly collapsed face first onto the bet, his fingertips caressing
along her arm, her body shuddering in beautiful, orgasmic delight.
His lips seemed so gentle, so sensitive, as they kissed
along the naked flesh of her back. She couldn't help herself.
She was so relaxed, so sated, the embrace of satisfaction
and is surprisingly gentle caress seducing her into sleep. Now, Presley,
you can't fall asleep, not here, not now. Suddenly she
was awakened by the clicking of the door, trying to
sit up, but finding herself handcuffed to the bed once again.
She cursed at the closed door. Fuck, come back, release
me and give me some fucking clothes, you in sensitive
British bastard. An empty response filled her full of dread.
Where the fuck has eve been all this time? While
tears filled Presley's eyes, a very drunken even was only
a few hundred feet away her head on the bar.
Five double vodkas and cherry seven up had taken their toll.
While the bartender continued shaking her and trying to waken her.
Miss I think it's time you got back to your hotel.
The bartender uttered, not sympathetically. Oh, yes, you're right. Where's Presley,
she asked wearily. Your friend is in the room upstairs.
It was booked for the night. Her gentleman friend left
an envelope for you. He passed through a sealed envelope
E've opened the envelope and a small key dropped onto
the bar, pulling a folded sheet of paper from the envelope,
squinted at the scrawled handwriting, trying to focus through the
confusion of the dark in bar, sleep and alcohol, Room five,
Bring clothes in the key. Mm hmm, Well, I hope
that's got all your hot spots buzzing. So until next time,
and always with your pleasure in mind. This is Devil
in Wild wishing you salacious dreams. WoT over tactic