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and enjoy tonight's story. On this episode of Erotic Stories
from Wild in Bed, Strangers to Lovers and Dirty Little
Holiday Erotic Fantasy. I paid holiday in a ski resort
in the Alps. Margaret and Susie cleaned the rooms of
this exclusive retreat whilst enjoying the parties and indulging in
the wealthy men that frequent this remote part of Europe.
Well that was the plan. What could possibly go wrong
for the two best friends? The hours along the work
too intense. By the time they finished work for the day,
they are too tired to play and definitely romances off
the cards. When the aloof and arrogant Marcus catches Margaret's eye,
well hmm, well this attraction spell doom for their vacation
or could he be the distraction that Margaret needs? Hi,
it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild and Bed.
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Speaker 2: M A little dirty holiday fan. I don't know where
this story's going to go. It was inspired by a fantasy,
but it's particularly filthy, so I'm sure you'll enjoy it.
Speaker 1: Hmm.
Speaker 2: Now, before you get the full pleasure of this podcast,
I hope you're laying on your bed. Those earbuds are in.
Just listen to those clothes a little bit more, enclose
your eyes, surrendering to the pleasure of my voice m
caressing over and inside you. And when you're ready to
surrender to pleasure, just go ahead and take a nice
deep breath and hold it for a moment, and then
release it with a sigh, letting go of any tension,
any 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 pleasure, your time
to explore those in the desires as you listen to
my voice and feel the story going with you as
you m rift even deeper. Margaret looked out the window
as she ran her fingers through her hair. It was
truly beautiful to watch the sun rising, its blush caressed
dancing over the snoke covered mountains. She knew full well
it was absolutely freezing outside, but looking at it from
the warm seclusion of the ski lodge. It looks so
perfectly beautiful, she sighed quietly as she turned to her
best friend Susie, who was stood next to the kitchen
counter watching their morning coffee percolate. This is true beautiful,
she said, her voice hesitant and disappointed. It truly is,
Susie replied, it's just a shame that we have to
go to work now, and we'll be working so hard
that by the time we get back this evening it
would be too tired to party. An urge to Susie's
voice bit at Margaret's heart. She knew full well that
she was the one who suggested the two friends take
a paid holiday in the Alps, so they could spend
the time at an expensive ski lodge which they had
no hope of affording any other way, and just possibly
while they were going party to party they would meet
some young men with the prospect of romance or maybe
just something a little more interim. Unfortunately, this was just
not how things turned out. The Alps were truly beautiful,
there was no doubt about that, and there was more
than enough young men at the ski lodge to entertain
Margaret and Susie for the whole year. The problem was
they simply worked too hard to have the energy all
the time to either party or engage in any sort
of romance with the men. Margaret sighed as she watched
a lone figure moved across the snow covered decking below,
piquing her interest as it was unusual to see anyone
moving around before the cleaning staff started their day. She
watched him for a long moment, curious as to his intentions.
She wasn't aware of any other flights that had come
into the resort, and she didn't remember seeing this particular
man in the past few days. It was true there
was plenty of men at the resort, but not that
many that Margaret wouldn't have noticed his broad figure head
and shoulders above everyone else. Without turning from the window,
Margaret raised a hand to beckon her friend Susy. Who
is that man? She asked hurriedly as she wiped her
breath from the window so she could watch him a
little clearer. Susie appeared next to her and looked down
at the man slowly walking over the decking. Oh, that's
just Marcus, she said. His family's in finance or something.
He's very arrogant and stand offish. I saw him the
day before yesterday. Oh well, our chances of meeting anyone
seemed to be non existent, so I might just have
to indulge in a personal little fantasy with Marcus the banker,
whether he knows it or not, Margaret said, grinning wildly.
You are filthy, Susy suggested, Susie. We came here for action,
and right now the washers are looking like the best option.
Although I have to say I mainly Marcus a little
surprise under his pillow later today. Which room did you
say he was in, Margaret asked, her voice trailing off
as she sank into her thought he's in three sixty nine,
But I didn't say he has a friend with him
as well. I think it's a friend. It seems nice enough,
but maybe he's his butler, Susie said, as she finished
the last of her coffee. I'm going to have a shower. Intrigued,
Margaret's focus remained immersed in the scene unfolding outside their window.
Her tongue moistened her now drying lips as she watched
him turn the hot up cover back and slipped the
flip flops from his feet before putting his robe over
a stand and walking up the steps to the steaming
water of the hot tub. There was something about watching
the bubbles move around his body, the way they caressed
his flat stomach and teased his chest that ling grose Margaret.
Completely Releasing the ties of a robe, she let it
drift open, deliberately brushing her breasts over the cold glass
of the window, his bitter caress setting a chill through
her body and forcing her nipples to tighten sensitively. She
watched him slowly move into the hot tub, almost as
if he were satisfying her secret fantasy. He parted his
legs slightly and slid his hands inside his shorts. Margaret
gasped as she watched him push the wet material over
his formidable cock, disposing it to the morning air. Her
hand pressed hard against the window for some form of stability.
Just watching him take his length in his hand and
stroking it firmly sent a rush of pleasure between her thighs.
She had seen plenty of cocks before. This one was
truly beautiful. She would just love to worship this cock.
Watching his long fingers grippish shaft tightly before he started
moving his hands slowly deliberately along his length. Margaret couldn't
help but fall into a rhythm with his hand as
she traced her fingernails over her thighs and caressed her clip,
massaging it with the tempo, and forced to match his
own movements, as if they were sharing this moment of
mutual pleasure, somehow connected yet still distant apart. Pressing her
fingers between the wet folds of a pussy, she massaged
that spot that most men seemed to fail to discover.
Slapping the palm of her hand against the window in submission,
Margaret could only moan loudly as her body burned with pleasure.
The thought of that cock kissing inside her pussy right now,
not her fingers. The thought of his thumb rubbing her
clip as he thrust deep inside her burned an image
in her mind as she watched his strokes getting faster
and faster, his body arching in the warm waters, raising
his cock into the morning air, as his hand pummeled
along his shaft with aggressive, passionate strokes. Margaret watched his
other hand as it gripped the side of the hot tub,
imagining their fingers entwined in a moment of shared passion,
gripping each other tightly as the waves crashed between them,
an electricity, a connection she had never known as her
orgasm exploded through her body as she watched him at
rubbed thick threads of white cumb to decorate his body
as her pussy clutched along her fingers, her knees buckling
as her orgasm as salted her senses. She could do
nothing but growl his name as her pleasure only grew.
She watched curiously as he took some tissue out into
the pocket of his robe and cleaned himself off before
disposing of it in the trash can. She leaned heavily
against the window, her knees buckling from the avalanche pleasure
and too soporific from her intense orgasm to be overly
shocked when she heard a voice behind her. Feeling better, so,
as he asked, as she walked into the kitchen, her
blonde head ripping water. Still not yet, not until I
have his cock inside me, Margaret replied, as she took
her fingers from a pussy and tasted her pleasure, imagining
the sensation of feeling his lips enjoying her intimately still
tastes good, Susy asked as she stood behind her best friend.
You know I fucking do, babe, Margaret responded as she
lifted her fingers, still dripping with cumb and traced him
across SUSY's lips, immersing herself in the beautiful depths of
SUSY's blue eyes as her best friend sut the satisfaction
from the tips of her fingers. The two girlfriends had
enjoyed much pleasure together, much satisfaction. Not that either of
them were even really gay or bisexual. They just had
such a close connection that occasional shared pleasure was natural.
But what Margaret craved right now more than anything else,
was the feeling of that man's cock inside her. After dressing,
Margaret considered her plan for the day as she toyed
her there, still wet panties on her fingertips, and whispered
to herself three six nine. She didn't have a passkey
for that area, so she would have to use Susie's,
and Susie probably wouldn't let her use it. But if
there was any chance for romance on this holiday, she
needed access to that suite. Her mind made up. Margaret
surreptitiously removed the paskey for Section three from Susie's apron
as she slid her panties into the extended pocket of
her own apron, before calling out to her friend that
it was time they left the work. Susie appeared in
the bedroom door, umnaware of what the urgency was about,
as she said, we're not late. No, no, we're not.
But I'm thinking that if we finish work early, we
might be able to get to have a nap and
then get to a party. It's got to be worth
a go, Susie, Margaret said, with a desperate grin. Okay,
it sounds like it might be a plan, Susie replied,
smiling to her friend, before they gave each other a
high five and then left the apartment. The two friends
headed towards the Section one rooms. Margaret grinned as she
said goodbye to her friend before vaguely heading off in
the direction of the Section three rooms without Susie noticing.
Standing before the walnut door, her fingertips caress the brass
numbers three, six, y nine as Margaret wondered if she
should really go through with this, wondering if she might
get her friend into trouble, after all, it was her task.
The family that owned the ski resorts were well known
for being private. No one ever really saw them, or
at least they didn't know they were seeing them if
they did, but they valued client care more than anything else,
and the thought of two chamber mates messing around in
a guess room is probably a sackable offense. Taking a breath,
Margaret slipped the paskey into the door handle, not sure
if she was relieved or disappointed when the light flickered
green and the door clicked to show it unlocked. The
sweep beyond was very quiet, and suddenly Margaret chastised herself
for not checking if Marcus had left the hot tub.
Feeling decidedly insecure, she didn't know where he or his
butler was. To minimize any risk, Margaret started to tidy
the suite as she would do with a room in
her own area, so if she were challenged, she could
legitimately claim she was just cleaning the room. She was
a chamber mate after all. Eventually, she moved herself around
to the first bedroom and slid the door open as
silently she could, not, wanting to raise any concerns or
thoughts of what she was doing. The room beyond was dark,
the curtain still drawn. As Margaret moved towards the bed
in preparation to tidy the bedding, she noticed a movement,
her body writhing silently under the comforter. For a moment,
she wondered if it was a woman, But then she
asked herself, why would he pleasure himself in the hot
tub if there was a woman waiting in his bed.
The deep, sleepy mum came from beneath the comforter answered
her question. It was definitely male. He must have returned
to the room while Margaret was getting dressed, and then
he had fallen asleep. Hypnotized by his movements under the
soft furnishings, Margaret could only watch in silence as she
realized the body under the douvet was stroking himself in
his sleep, impressed by his vitality, his cock hard already,
Margaret whispered to herself, This man never satisfied, as she
grinned to herself, mischievously, thinking well, he hadn't met her yet.
Sliding a hand beneath the comforter, she stretched her wet
panties around his girth before tightening her fingers around the
soft lace, gently stroking him, arousing his desires in his sleep.
Her face around him now he felt so much wider
than she had thought he was. As she watched him
in the hot tub, the wet caress of her panties
seeming to make his cock grow even harder. Margaret wondered
for a moment if she were able to get to
her lips around him, perhaps to taste his cock while
he slept. Sliding her body silently under the comforter, Margaret
kissed along his length. The taste of his heat as
it pulsed against the damp panties accentuated the excitement burning
in her body. Even in his sleep. His fingers pushed
through her hair, his hips rising with urgent need as
his pre come caress the tip of his cock, the
burning heat of his desire triggering a wildfire to move
through her body. Margaret wondered, as he was so close
to coming, if she could ride his cock and fill him.
Exit blowed within her, to enjoy the eruption of the
pleasure as he filled her pussy, to silently sink into
an orgasm without waking him. Lifting herself slowly, she kneeled
across his body and grasped his hard cock before lowering
herself on to his length, gently moving up and down,
feeing her pussy pulsing against his cock. Already, she could
feel him trembling, his cock throbbing as he was so
close to his orgasm. Her fingers stretched down and rubbed
her clip, massaging it quickly until her body trembled with pleasure.
Her orgasm so close she could not wait as her
pussy tightened and massaged his length, squeezing his pleasure until
he erupted inside her, the warm caress of his cum
filling her pussy as she erupted around his length, writing
the pillow next to his head to silence her moans
of pleasure as she came once again. Suddenly there was
a flash of light. The door swung open as Susy
pushed herself into the room before whispering determinedly, what are
you doing? Marcus is coming up in the elevator. Now
you have to get out. Margaret turned to look at
the man beneath her, still hidden by shadows and the comforter. Suddenly,
the door to the swee swung open and light filled
the room as Marcus walked through and stared at the
three of them. The man's cock still pulsed inside Margaret,
waking him with a start. That's the butler, Susy whispered pointedly.
As both women looked at the naked man waking slowly
on the bed hoops. Margaret said, as you have enjoyed
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