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enjoy tonight's story. On this episode of Erotic Stories from
Wild and Bed, a reverse Urrehen fantasy, Lisa is traveling
to a business board dance, but she hasn't got dancing
on her mind. She has only one thing, the seduction
of Martin. He has obviously wanted her, and she has
been waiting two years for him to make a move.
But tonight she was going to make damn sure she
would have him, and have him hard. For all his
gentle good looks, his baby blue eyes, is clean shaving jawline.
She was determined to transform him into the animalistic beasts
she desired. And then, in the middle of nowhere, her
car breaks down, leaving her lost and cold, so cold,
her plans of a lust filled night all but destroyed
in the snow. But is there a savior out there,
a place for refuge?
Speaker 2: Oh? Will she just end up in a worse position
and dying a freezing death in this snowstorm? Hi, it's
Devlin and welcome to another episode of wild and bed
your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger licking
good fantasies. So tonight a reverse harm m. I would
like to firstly thank Melissa for sending in the story. Yes,
she's asked me to say her name. She kind of
likes the thought of m hmm, you indulging in her fantasy. Apparently.
You know, if you've listened to my experienced eroticus, that
I have a I have a thing for playing with innocence,
particularly with fairy tales, so you might you might just
recognize a little fairy tale here. You know, this podcast
is best enjoyed life laying on your bed and just
put those ear PUDs in, loose in your clothes and
close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my
voice moving over and inside you. When you're ready to surrender,
just go ahead and take a nice deep breath, holding
it for a moment, and release it with a sigh,
letting go of all that tension, all that stress. For
the next twenty minutes or so, it's just you and
my voice. This is your time, your time to relax,
your time for sensual satisfaction, your time to explore your
inner passions, as you listen to my voice and immerse
yourself in the story. Lisa turned the key in the
ignition again. The now familiar sound of the engine failing
to start echoed through the car. Fuck, she mumbled, glaring
at the snow falling heavily on the windscreen. Her legs
were already numb, Her initial optimism of still making the
ball was fading with every new snowflake. The sun had
dropped below the horizon over an hour ago, taking with
it the last remnants of warmth in the car. She
was not dressed for this. She was dressed to be
wined and dined and to seduce some fuck Martin for
once and for all, not stuck in the ass end
of nowhere, up to her tits in snow, holding her breath.
As she turned the cake again, the battery strained to
kick stout the car, and then fell into a deafening silence.
Cursing with a profanity that would shock her mother, Lisa
prounded the steering whell Why the fuck did this always
have to happen to her, her first decent night out
in years, and it was already screwed? I wonder she
was fucking single? The universe just hated her. After ten
minutes of mindless screaming, her voice now hoarse, she calmed down,
deciding that maybe was now the time to be sensible
about her situation. She could stay in the car with
no hating. Out of the corner of her eyes, she
cooled to a glimpse of her cellphone, sat on the
passenger seat. Picking it up, she glared at the screen.
He cruelly reminded her she was in the back end
of nowhere and there was no cell phone signal, so
she could stay in the car and freeze to death
or go out in the snow and freeze to death.
Great choice. A memory stabbed in her mind. There had
been a building a little way back, maybe a quarter
of a mile or so. It hadn't been lit up
or anything, but maybe they had a fire, food, perhaps
a telephone. The temperature in the car dropped a few degrees,
as if to confirm her rather limited options. Hesitating, Lisa
could not be sure if it was a cult making
her shiver, or the fear of having to walk out
in the snow in jeans and a sweater. It was
one thing, but she was dressed in a ball gown
in hills hardly closed to protect her from the harsh
winter weather. From what she could remember, the cabin had
been only a quarter of a mile back, maybe a
fifteen minute walk in the heavy snow at a push.
The prospect of a fire and food was very tempting.
Another five minutes of debate with herself as she made
her mind up. If she stayed in the car, she
would definitely die, a beautiful corpse, well dressed, admittedly a corpse. Nonetheless,
at least going to the cabin she had a chance
of survival. Jee's people walked to the north pole. She
was hardly going to die in a fifteen minute walk
through a few inches of snow to a cabin. Pushing
the car door open, she thrust herself into the snowstorm,
determined not to change her mind. It only took a
few minutes to realize why people didn't walk to the
north Pole in open toad stilettos, and a few more
to realize that a ball gown offered absolutely no protection
against the winter wind. Parts of her body progressed from cold,
threw frozen to numb, and then burning with a cold fire.
The lingery she had chosen to wear beneath the ball gown.
Whilst sexy as hell and admittedly perfect for seducing, Martin
was certainly not thermal, and every inch of her skin
was ravaged by the vicious bite of winter. Stumbling footful
to footful, she lunged up the road. It probably looked
quite pretty in the summer, she thought, briefly, imagining the
array of flowers that might decorate her journey. Shaking her head,
she tried to clear her mind of the maddening thoughts
of Plater. Was she going insane? Was this some form
of temporary madness brought on by the cold of the storm.
After what seemed like an eternity, her hands fell heavily
against the wood of the cabin door. Struggling, she managed
to find the handle and push it open with a
creaky groan, announcing her entrance, hardly the fanfare she had
imagined turning up to at the ball this evening. Slamming
the door behind her, she leant back on it, panting heavily. Slowly,
her eyes became accustomed to the dim light in the cabin.
It was larger than she thought, and relatively tidy well.
The mess seemed to be well organized at least a
large fireplace dominated one more. Its stone hearth looked surprisingly inviting.
Oh anyone home, Lisa called out uncertainly. She listened intently,
but all she could hear was the deafening sound of
the storm raging outside. Unsure whether or not she was
glad for the apparent lack of response, she pulled some
kindling from the fireside and tried to lay a fire.
Damn it, she had been a girl's scout, albeit briefly.
Of course, she could get a fire going, and right
now that was what she wanted more than anything in
the world, to feel some warmth. After several attempts, the
smallest of flames flickered amongst the kindling, Slowly placing logs
on the infant fire, the flames grew. Relief failed Lisa's
body as a heat embraced her, and distantly she remembered
something about hypothermia and the danger of wet clothes. Undressing hurriedly,
she hung her dress from a nail in the beams
above her head. As the fire gently grew, casting its
light around the empty cabin, Lisa noticed a table in
the corner of the room. Three stone bowls obtained the
table presumably the produce of whoever occupied the cabin normally.
Maybe they would return in the morning once a storm
had passed, and they could help her get home, she thought.
Or maybe they were mechanics and they could fix her car.
Optimism started to invade her mind once again. Looking into
the bowls, the remains of the breakfast were still there.
Porridge not exactly Lisa's first choice, and it had become
solid through the cold of the day. Lifting the fur,
she carried it to the fire. It was a stone
bole right, it would heat up on the fire at
least enough so it was at least edible. Placing it
on the stone hearth next to the flames, Lisa watched
it intently until whispers of steam arose from the porridge
and the solidified masked turnto a more appealing slop. Tasting
it quickly, Lisa spat it back into the bowl. Geez,
had this person never heard of the health damaged salt
could do? Apparently not, as the abrasive taste savaged her tongue.
Taking the second bowl, she placed it on the hearth,
impatiently waiting for it to steam, Hoping, like how these
people didn't all over salt their breakfast. When the steam
did eventually rise, Lisa took a taste and spitting it
back out again automatically. When on earth did Banana's figure
with porridge? Okay, Lisa was allergic to them, but they
would have never tasted good in porridge anyway. Who the
heck worthy strange people. Taking the third bowl, she placed
it on the hearth and circled the room, impatiently, wondering
what awful thing this person had added to their porridge
to make it inedible to Lisa. Lisa couldn't imagine porridge
being much worse than it naturally was, but these people
seemed to have made an art form of creating something
far more disgusting. As the steam rose from the ball,
Lisa chanced the smallest taste. The small glow of whiskey
burned at the back of her throat, sending a warm
tingle through a body. Lisa smiled wildly as she ate
from the bowl. Desperately, this one is perfect, she whispered,
feeling at least less hungry and perhaps a little tipsy.
She ventured further into the cabin, a kitchen and a bathroom, well,
a very small bathroom was secreted in the back end
of the wooden building. A wooden staircase led up from
the lower floor, and the whole upper floor was given
over to a single bedroom well, a room with three
mattresses laying on the floor. Of course, there was three.
There were three balls, there would be three mattresses. Pressing
the first mattress with her feet, straw dropped chaotically out
of the sides. Lisa jumped back, expecting a rat to appear.
The second mattress was little more than a wooden bench,
obviously the choice of someone who thought sleep should be
some sort of masochistic endeavor. The third was at least
a passable mattress. It felt soft and luxurious under her
feet compared to the others. Pressing it again, suddenly Lisa
felt tired. Maybe it was a stress of the evening,
or perhaps a whiskey laden porridge, but for some reason,
Lisa felt an undeniable urge to lay down on the mattress.
Pulling a thick fleece over her, she lay on the mattress,
staring at the ceiling, letting her mind wander aimlessly to
the party going on right now, imagining what might be
happening picturing Martin there, looking handsome in his evening suit,
his baby blue eyes, and dressing her gently. No doubt
he would be dancing with that bitch Diane. Now, God,
this was going to be there night. She had even
bore this damn lingerie for him. Two years of flatation
and dripping sexual tension had taken Lisa to the brink
of sexual madness. Her body warmed with essensial glow as
she imagined dancing with him, looking into his eyes and
feeling his cock pressing tightly against her, pushing her fingers
beneath the waistband of her silk panties. The heat burning
between her thighs was undeniable. Just the thought of having
Martin against her turned her un like that. Feeling his
fingers caressing her thighs sent a warm chill her body.
The anticipation of his expiration as he neared her swollen
pussy forced her to moan gently. She could feel him now,
their legs entwined as his hips pressed between her thighs,
immersed in his gaze as he watched her, the tip
of his cop teasing at her lips, his need as
powerful and as intoxicating as her own. Just to see
that pleasure in his eyes as he pressed inside her,
so deep, so hard. He might be gentle in the office,
but she would make damn sure he fucked her like
an animal. Once she had him in bed. Lisa's fingers
parted at her lips, pressing her fingers inside her cow
clutching along those fingers as they explored the walls of
her pussy, caressing it fully, rubbing her click with a thumb.
Her fingers rocked inside, thrusting eagerly, the fleece falling from
her body as her back arched in pleasure, the cold
air stimulating her senses beyond recognition. Lisa could feel the
familiar wave of her orgasm pummeling her body, Pressing her
feet into the mattress. She lifted her hips to meet
Martin's thrust, to force him deeper. She didn't want to
come yet. No, no, not yet, not until he was
ready and she could feel his warm com fill her need.
Opening her eyes, the dark eyes of a stranger stared
at her intensely, Not the baby blue eyes of Martin,
but dark brown and the molistic eyes, a burned with lust,
her face covered with a furious beard, a chest scarred
and tattooed, and so broad it overshadowed Lisa. Strong muscular
arms held his body above her. She should be scared,
she knew she should. But there was something so damn
rugged about this man, something so primeval. His body was
obviously naked, his hand stroking hard along his exposed direction,
moving along every damn inch with a hypnotic motion. Lisa's
eyes watered at the sight of his large cock, so swollen,
so throbbing, so enticing. Don't stop, he growled. Another desire
evaded Lisa's thoughts, something so alien to her. She should
be shocked. This wasn't the man of the office who
sat behind a desk all day. This was a man
who lived by his instincts. He killed every damn day.
Something about his press since was just so powerful it
assaulted every thought lea saad. He grabbed her thighs and
pulled it down the mattress until his cock pressed aggressively
into a pussy, stretching her lips to the point of pain.
Every thrust of his swollen cock rubbed at her throbbing
clt fuck. Lisa could feel him pressing it into every
inch of her, Her pussy clutched without remorse along his
shaft as he filled her completely, Grabbing her wrissy, pinned
her hands down, His lips secured on her nipples, biting
them hard, his beard tingling over her naked chest. The
burning sensation of electricity vibrated through her body. Her thoughts swirled,
lost in the midst of confusion as pleasure flooded her body.
Her mind gazed as he continued to fuck her roughly,
with unrelenting thrusts of his large cock, lifting her hip.
She bucked against him, forcing him deeper. Then there was
a moment when the world stopped and her mind emptied
of everything but pleasure. The warm stream of his cum
filled her completely. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lisa
raised her pussy hard against him, forcing his orgasm harder
inside her, her pussy clutching frantically as her pleasure exploded,
her scream of delight drowning at the storm as she
collapsed back onto the mattress. For the longest moment, sensibility
evaded her, every thought consumed of the pleasure that relentlessly
moved up and down her body. What the fuck just happened?
She thought? As the glimmer of sensibility returned, not wanting
to open her eyes. She could feel a still pulsing
cock inside her pussy. She could feel the caress of
seamen as it teased along the crack of her ass.
This can't be a fantasy, surely, she thought, this cannot
be a daydream. As she opened her eyes, slowly, burning
brown eyes watched her with the sensitivity she wasn't expecting.
His fingers slid between hers as he thrust his still
throbbing cock in and out of her pussy slowly, the
last drops of his cum warming her completely. In the
dim light of the room, she could make out his face.
It was handsome in a mountain manned kind of way.
But perhaps more frightening than the man who had just
funked her now like an animal was the sight of
the other Two men stood in the shad, both naked,
their muscular torsos glimmered in the scant light. Their cocks
were obviously hard and most definitely erect as they stared
down at Lisa. Oh fuck, she whispered, her pussy trembling
with pleasure at the very side of their lust filled bodies.
So part one of our little winter story. I hope
you enjoy it, so until next week we can get
wild in bed all over again. This is devil and
wild and always with your pleasure in mind, wishing you
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