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Speaker 1: On this episode of Erotic Stories from Wild and Bed,
Speaker 1: a reverse serene fantasy, Lisa is traveling to a business
Speaker 1: board dance, but she hasn't got dancing on her mind.
Speaker 1: She has only one thing, the seduction of Martin. He
Speaker 1: has obviously wanted her, and she has been waiting two
Speaker 1: years for him to make a move. But to night
Speaker 1: she was going to make damn sure she would have
Speaker 1: him and have him hard, for all his gentle good looks,
Speaker 1: his baby blue eyes, his clean shaven jewel line. She
Speaker 1: was determined to transform him into the animalistic beasts she desired.
Speaker 1: And then in the middle of nowhere, her car breaks down,
Speaker 1: leaving her lost and cold, so cold, her plans of
Speaker 1: a lust filled night all but destroyed in the snow.
Speaker 1: But is there a savior out there, a place for refuge? Oh?
Speaker 1: Will she just end up in a worse position and
Speaker 1: dying a freezing death in this snow storm. Hi, it's
Speaker 1: Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild and Bed,
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Speaker 1: good fantasies. So tonight to reverse harem mmm. I would
Speaker 1: like to firstly thank Melissa for sending in the story. Yes,
Speaker 1: she's asked me to say her name. She kind of
Speaker 1: likes the thought of m h m, you indulging in
Speaker 1: her fantasy apparently. You know, if you've listened to my
Speaker 1: experienceial Eroticus, that I have a I have a thing
Speaker 1: for playing with innocence, particularly with fairy tales, so you
Speaker 1: might you might just recognize a little fairy tale here.
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Speaker 1: Your time to relax, your time for sensual satisfaction, your
Speaker 1: time to explore your inner passions as you listen to
Speaker 1: my voice and immerse yourself in the story. Lisa turned
Speaker 1: the key in the ignition again. The now familiar sound
Speaker 1: of the engine failing to start echoed through the car. Fuck,
Speaker 1: she mumbled, glaring at the snow falling heavily on the windscreen.
Speaker 1: Her legs were already numb. Her initial optimism of still
Speaker 1: making the ball was fading with every new snowflake. The
Speaker 1: sun had dropped below the horizon over an hour ago,
Speaker 1: taking with it the last remnants of warmth in the car.
Speaker 1: She was not dressed for this. She was dressed to
Speaker 1: be wined and dined and to seduce some fuck Martin
Speaker 1: for once and for all, not stuck in the ass
Speaker 1: end of nowhere, up to her tits in snow, holding
Speaker 1: her breath as she turned the key again, the battery
Speaker 1: strained kist out the car and then fell into a
Speaker 1: deafening silence. Cursing with the profanity that would shock her mother,
Speaker 1: Lisa pounded the steering wheel. Why the fuck did this
Speaker 1: always have to happen to her? Her first decent night
Speaker 1: out in years, and it was already screwed? I wonder
Speaker 1: she was fucking single. The universe just hated her. After
Speaker 1: ten minutes of mindless screaming, her voice now hoarse, she
Speaker 1: calmed down, deciding that maybe was now the time to
Speaker 1: be sensible about her situation. She could stay in the
Speaker 1: car with no hating. Out of the corner of her eye,
Speaker 1: she cooled to a glimpse of her cellphone sat on
Speaker 1: the passenger seat. Picking it up, she glared at the screen.
Speaker 1: A cruel reminded her she was in the back end
Speaker 1: of nowhere and there was no cell phone signal, so
Speaker 1: she could stay in the car and freeze to death,
Speaker 1: or go out in the snow and freeze to death
Speaker 1: great choice. A memory stabbed at her mind. There had
Speaker 1: been a building a little way back, maybe a quarter
Speaker 1: of a mile or so. It hadn't been lit up
Speaker 1: or anything, but maybe they had a fire, food, perhaps
Speaker 1: a telephone. The temperature in the car dropped a few degrees,
Speaker 1: as if to confirm her rather limited options. Hesitating, Lisa
Speaker 1: could not be sure if it was a cold making
Speaker 1: her shiver, or the fear of having to walk out
Speaker 1: in the snow in jeans and a sweater. It was
Speaker 1: one thing, but she was dressed in a ball gown
Speaker 1: and hills, hardly clothes to protect her from the harsh
Speaker 1: winter weather. From what she could remember, the cabin had
Speaker 1: been only quarter of a mile back, maybe a fifteen
Speaker 1: minute walking the heavy snow at a push. The prospect
Speaker 1: of a fire and food was very tempting. Another five
Speaker 1: minutes of debate with herself as she made her mind up.
Speaker 1: If she stayed in the car, she would definitely die,
Speaker 1: a beautiful corpse, well dressed, admittedly, but a corpse none
Speaker 1: the less. At least going to the cabin, she had
Speaker 1: a chance of survival. Jee's people walked to the north pole.
Speaker 1: She was hardly going to die in a fifteen minute
Speaker 1: walk through a few inches of snow to a cabin.
Speaker 1: Pushing the car door open, she thrust herself into the snowstorm,
Speaker 1: determined not to change her mind. It only took a
Speaker 1: few minutes to realize why people didn't walk to the
Speaker 1: north pole in open toads stilettos, and a few more
Speaker 1: to realize that a ball gown offered absolutely no protection
Speaker 1: against a winter wind. Parts of her body progressed from cold,
Speaker 1: threw frozen to numb, and then burning with a cold fire.
Speaker 1: The laungry she had chosen to wear beneath a ball gown.
Speaker 1: Whilst sexy is howl and admittedly perfect for seducing, Martin
Speaker 1: was certainly not thermal, and every inch of her skin
Speaker 1: was ravaged by the vicious bite of winter. Stumbling footful
Speaker 1: to footful, she lunged up the road. It probably looked
Speaker 1: quite pretty in the summer, she thought, briefly, imagining the
Speaker 1: array of flowers that might decorate her journey. Shaking her head,
Speaker 1: she tried to clear her mind of the maddening thoughts
Speaker 1: that played her Was she going insane? Was this some
Speaker 1: form of temporary madness bught on by the cold of
Speaker 1: the storm. After what seemed like an eternity, her hands
Speaker 1: fell heavily against the wood of the cabin door. Struggling,
Speaker 1: she managed to find the handle and push it open,
Speaker 1: with a creaky groan, announcing her entrance, hardly the fanfare
Speaker 1: she had imagined turning up too at the ball this evening.
Speaker 1: Slamming the door behind her, she leant back on it,
Speaker 1: panting heavily. Slowly, her eyes became accustomed to the dim
Speaker 1: light in the cabin. It was larger than she thought,
Speaker 1: and relatively tidy well. The mess seemed to be well organized,
Speaker 1: at least. A large fireplace dominated one more its stone
Speaker 1: hearth looked a risingly inviting hello. Anyone home, Lisa called
Speaker 1: out uncertainly. She listened intently, but all she could hear
Speaker 1: was the deafening sound of the storm raging outside. I
Speaker 1: am sure whether or not. She was glad for the
Speaker 1: apparent lack of response. She pulled some kindling from the
Speaker 1: fireside and tried to lay a fire. Damn it, she
Speaker 1: had been a girl's scout, albeit briefly. Of course, she
Speaker 1: could get a fire going, and right now that was
Speaker 1: what she wanted more than anything in the world, to
Speaker 1: feel some warmth. After several attempts, the smallest of flames
Speaker 1: flickered amongst the kindling. Slowly placing logs on the infant fire,
Speaker 1: the flames grew. Relief failed Lisa's body as the heat
Speaker 1: embraced her and distantly. She remembered some about hypothermia and
Speaker 1: the dangers of wet clothes and dressing Hurriedly, she hung
Speaker 1: her dress from a nail in the beams above her head.
Speaker 1: As the fire gently grew, casting its light around the
Speaker 1: empty cabin, Lisa noticed a table in the corner of
Speaker 1: the room. Three stone bowls obtained the table, presumably the
Speaker 1: produce of whoever occupied the cabin normally. Maybe they would
Speaker 1: return in the morning once a storm had passed, and
Speaker 1: they could help her get home, she thought. Or maybe
Speaker 1: they were mechanics and they could fix her car. Optimism
Speaker 1: started to invade her mind once again. Looking into the bowls,
Speaker 1: the remains of the breakfast were still there. Porridge not
Speaker 1: exactly Lisa's first choice, and it had become solid through
Speaker 1: the cold the day. Lifting the first bowl, she carried
Speaker 1: it to the fire. It was a stone bole right,
Speaker 1: it would heat up on the fire at least enough
Speaker 1: so it was at least edible. Placing it on the
Speaker 1: stone hearth next to the flames, Lisa watched it intently
Speaker 1: until whispers of steam arose from the porridge and the
Speaker 1: solidified mass turned to a more appealing slop. Tasting it quickly,
Speaker 1: Lisa spat it back into the bowl. Geez, had this
Speaker 1: person never heard of the health damaged salt could do?
Speaker 1: Apparently not, as the abrasive taste savaged her tongue. Taking
Speaker 1: the second bowl, she placed it on the hearth, impatiently
Speaker 1: waiting for it to steam, hoping like how these people
Speaker 1: didn't all over salt their breakfast. When the steam did
Speaker 1: eventually rise, Lisa took her taste and spitting it back
Speaker 1: out again automatically. When on Earth did Banana's figure with porridge? Okay,
Speaker 1: Lisa was allergic to them, but they would have never
Speaker 1: tasted good in porridge anyway. Who the heck worthy strange people?
Speaker 1: Taking the third pole, she placed it on the hearth
Speaker 1: and circled the room, impatiently, wondering what awful thing this
Speaker 1: person had added to their porridge to make it inedible
Speaker 1: to Lisa. Lisa couldn't imagine porridge being much worse than
Speaker 1: it naturally was, but these people seemed to have made
Speaker 1: an art form of creating something far more disgusting. As
Speaker 1: the steam rose from the ball, Lisa chanced the smallest taste.
Speaker 1: The small glow of whiskey burned at the back of
Speaker 1: her throat, sending a warm tingle through a body. Lisa
Speaker 1: smiled wildly as she ate from the bowl. Desperately. This
Speaker 1: one is perfect, she whispered, feeling at least less hungry
Speaker 1: and perhaps a little tipsy. She ventured further into the cabin,
Speaker 1: a kitchen and a bathroom. Well, a very small bathroom
Speaker 1: was secreted in the back end of the wooden building.
Speaker 1: A wooden staircase led up from the lower floor, and
Speaker 1: the whole upper floor was given over to a single
Speaker 1: bedroom well, a room with three mattresses laying on the floor.
Speaker 1: Of course, there was three. There were three balls. There
Speaker 1: would be three mattresses. Pressing the first mattress with her feet,
Speaker 1: straw dropped chaotically out of the sides. Lisa jumped back,
Speaker 1: expecting a rat to appear. The second mattress was little
Speaker 1: more than a wooden bench. Obviously the choice of someone
Speaker 1: who thought sleep should be some sort of masochistic endeavor.
Speaker 1: The third was at least a passable mattress. It felt
Speaker 1: soft and luxurious under her feet compared to the others.
Speaker 1: Pressing it again, suddenly Lisa felt tired. Maybe it was
Speaker 1: a stress of the evening, or perhaps a whiskey laden porridge,
Speaker 1: but for some reason Lisa felt an undeniable urge to
Speaker 1: lay down on the mattress. Pulling a thick fleece over her.
Speaker 1: She lay on the mattress, staring at the ceiling, letting
Speaker 1: her mind wander aimlessly to the party going on right now,
Speaker 1: imagining what might be happening, pituring Martin there, looking at
Speaker 1: handsome in his evening suit, his baby blue eyes, and
Speaker 1: dressing her gently. No doubt he would be dancing with
Speaker 1: that bitch Diane. Now, God, this was going to be
Speaker 1: there night. She had even bore this damn lingerie for him.
Speaker 1: Two years of flirtation and dripping sexual tension had taken
Speaker 1: Lisa to the brink of sexual madness. Her body warmed
Speaker 1: with essensial glow as she imagined dancing with him, looking
Speaker 1: into his eyes and feeling his cock pressing tightly against her,
Speaker 1: pushing her fingers beneath the waistband of her silk panties.
Speaker 1: The heat burning between her thighs was undeniable. Just the
Speaker 1: thought of having Martin against her turned her online mad.
Speaker 1: Feeling his fingers caressing her thighs sent a warm chill
Speaker 1: through her body. The anticipation of his expiration as he
Speaker 1: neared her swollen pussy forced her to moan gently. She
Speaker 1: could feel him now, their legs entwined as his hips
Speaker 1: pressed between her thighs, immersed in his gaze as he
Speaker 1: watched her, the tip of his cop teasing at her lips,
Speaker 1: his need as powerful and as intoxicating as her own,
Speaker 1: just to see that pleasure in his eyes as he
Speaker 1: pressed inside her, so deep, so hard. He might be
Speaker 1: gentle in the office, but she would make damn sure
Speaker 1: he fucked her like an animal once she had him
Speaker 1: in bed. Lisa's fingers parted at her lips, pressing her
Speaker 1: fingers inside her cow clutching along those fingers as they
Speaker 1: explored the walls of her pussy, caressing it fully, rubbing
Speaker 1: her click with a thumb. Her fingers rocked inside, thrusting eagerly,
Speaker 1: the fleece falling from her body as her back arched
Speaker 1: in pleasure. The cold air stimulating her senses beyond recognition.
Speaker 1: Lisa could feel the familiar wave of her orgasm pummeling
Speaker 1: her body, pressing her feet into the mattress. She lifted
Speaker 1: her hips to meet Martin's thrust, to force him deeper.
Speaker 1: She didn't want to come yet. No, no, not yet,
Speaker 1: not until he was ready and she could feel his
Speaker 1: warm cum fill her need. Opening her eyes, the dark
Speaker 1: eyes of a stranger stared at her intensely, Not the
Speaker 1: baby blue eyes of Martin, but dark brown and molistic
Speaker 1: eyeser burned with lust, her face covered with a furious beard,
Speaker 1: A chair scarred and tattooed, and so broad it overshadowed Lisa.
Speaker 1: Strong muscular arms held his body above her. She should
Speaker 1: be scared, she knew she should. But there was something
Speaker 1: so damn rugged about this man, something so primeval. His
Speaker 1: body was obviously naked, his hands stroking hard along his
Speaker 1: exposed direction, moving along every damn inch with a hypnotic motion.
Speaker 1: Lisa's eyes watered at the sight of his large cock,
Speaker 1: so swollen, so throbbing, so enticing. Don't stop, he growled.
Speaker 1: Another desire evaded Lisa's thoughts, something so alien to her.
Speaker 1: She should be shocked. This wasn't the man of the
Speaker 1: office who sat behind a desk all day. This was
Speaker 1: a man who lived by his instincts. He killed every
Speaker 1: damn day. Something about his presence was just so powerful
Speaker 1: it assaulted every thought lesaad. He grabbed her thighs and
Speaker 1: pulled it down the mattress until his cock pressed aggressively
Speaker 1: into her pussy, stretching her lips to the point of pain.
Speaker 1: Every thrust of his swollen cock rubbed at her throbbing
Speaker 1: clt fuck. Lisa could feel him pressing it into every
Speaker 1: inch of her Her pussy clutched without remorse along his
Speaker 1: shaft as he filled her completely, Grabbing her wrissy, pinned
Speaker 1: her hands down, His lips secured on her nipples, biting
Speaker 1: them hard, his beard tingling over her naked chest. The
Speaker 1: burning sensation of electricity vibrated through her body. Her thoughts swirled,
Speaker 1: lost in the midst of confusion as pleasure flooded her body.
Speaker 1: Her mind gazed as he continued to fuck her roughly,
Speaker 1: with unrelenting thrusts of his large cock lifting her hip.
Speaker 1: She bucked against him, forcing him deeper than there was
Speaker 1: a moment when the world stopped. Her mind emptied of
Speaker 1: everything but pleasure. The warm stream of his cum filled
Speaker 1: her completely. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lisa raised
Speaker 1: her pussy hard against him, forcing his orgasm harder inside her,
Speaker 1: her pussy clutching frantically as her pleasure exploded, her scream
Speaker 1: of delight drowning at the storm as she collapsed back
Speaker 1: onto the mattress. The longest moment, sensibility evaded her, every
Speaker 1: thought consumed of the pleasure that relentlessly moved up and
Speaker 1: down her body. What the fuck just happened? She thought.
Speaker 1: As the glimmer of sensibility returned, not wanting to open
Speaker 1: her eyes, she could feel a still pulsing cock inside
Speaker 1: her pussy. She could feel the caress of seamen as
Speaker 1: it teased along the crack of her ass. This can't
Speaker 1: be a fantasy, surely, she thought, this cannot be a
Speaker 1: day dream. As she opened her eyes, slowly, burning brown
Speaker 1: eyes watched her with the sensitivity she wasn't expecting. His
Speaker 1: fingers slid between hers as he thrust his still throbbing
Speaker 1: cock in and out of her pussy slowly. The last
Speaker 1: drops of his came, warming her completely. In the dim
Speaker 1: light of the room, she could make out his face.
Speaker 1: It was handsome in a mountain man kind of way.
Speaker 1: But perhaps more frightening than the man who had just
Speaker 1: funked her now like an animal was the sight of
Speaker 1: the other two men stood in the shadows, both naked,
Speaker 1: their muscular torsas glimmered in the scant light. Their cocks
Speaker 1: were obviously hard and most definitely erect as they stared
Speaker 1: down at Lisa. Oh fuck, she whispered, her pussy trembling
Speaker 1: with pleasure at the very sight of their lust filled bodies.
Speaker 1: So part one of our little winter story. I hope
Speaker 1: you'll enjoy it. So until next week when we can
Speaker 1: get wild in bed all over again. Missus devil and
Speaker 1: wild and always with your pleasure in mind, wishing you
Speaker 1: solacious dreams.
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