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Speaker 1: to another episode of Wild and Bed, your destination for
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Speaker 1: we have another listener's fantasy tonight. And you guys are
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Speaker 1: any clothes, and close your eyes and surrender to the
Speaker 1: pleasure of my voice caressing over and inside you. And
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Speaker 1: let it go with the sigh, letting go of any tension,
Speaker 1: any stress, for the next thirty minutes or so, it's
Speaker 1: just you and my voice. This is your time, your
Speaker 1: time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction, your time
Speaker 1: to release that in her passion as you listen to
Speaker 1: my voice and feel the story moving through your body,
Speaker 1: as you enjoy tonight's show. As the moon rises above
Speaker 1: the skyline, lifting the sounds of celebration above the city,
Speaker 1: and assizes to it as she watches the flickering lights
Speaker 1: of the city below the library windows. People trying to
Speaker 1: find an escape, a place to run to, and she
Speaker 1: knew they would never be happy with whatever they found here.
Speaker 1: She mused, Here, within this building there was a million
Speaker 1: ways to escape, a million places to run to. If
Speaker 1: you didn't like one, you simply chose another. This was
Speaker 1: Emma's escape place, This was her sanctuary. Sighing, Emma turned
Speaker 1: away from the window. The alcohol, the noise, the faux
Speaker 1: fun was definitely not for her. Walking along the shelves
Speaker 1: of books, Emma smiled as she moved into a shadowy corner.
Speaker 1: This was a section of the books that people rarely discovered,
Speaker 1: and when they did, they were generally too embarrass to
Speaker 1: mention it. Running her thumb over the spine of the
Speaker 1: secret books. She eventually gave a contented sound as she
Speaker 1: selected one, Dead Butterflies. The title really did not give
Speaker 1: anything away about the incestuous desires held within these pages.
Speaker 1: One elderly gentleman had once learned it his wife had
Speaker 1: to return it. A few days later he had had
Speaker 1: to taken to his bed in shock. It most certainly
Speaker 1: was not about the environmental risks of the future of insects,
Speaker 1: as he had believed. Emma positioned herself carefully in her
Speaker 1: reading chair. A simple lamp lit the chair and cast
Speaker 1: the rest of the expanse of the library into darkness.
Speaker 1: She was isolated in her own little universe, just her
Speaker 1: and her stories that lived here. The library was empty
Speaker 1: apart from her. This was her room, now hers and
Speaker 1: only hers. Emma opened the book exactly where she had
Speaker 1: left off, as the words and the pages weave their magic,
Speaker 1: seducing her into the twilight world of her fantasies and
Speaker 1: desires that she would never admit to. For years, she
Speaker 1: had been sweet little Emmer, the innocent librarian. Yet a
Speaker 1: passion burned beneath that facade that she had never felt
Speaker 1: comfortable sharing with anyone. As her crystal blue eyes danced
Speaker 1: over the pages, spell bound with every word, she bit
Speaker 1: gently on her lower lip, her body beginning to tremble
Speaker 1: a little as the wickedly passionate fingers of the story
Speaker 1: massage in way she could only imagine a man doing.
Speaker 1: Oh Derek, she mumbled to herself, her ass tencing at
Speaker 1: the thought of having her butt spanked. As she continued
Speaker 1: to read automatically, her fingers drifted down her shirt, loosening
Speaker 1: the buttons. Without her eyes ever leaving the page, her
Speaker 1: fingertips moved inside her shirt, gently caressing the lace cups
Speaker 1: of her bra Slowly, gently, Emma's fingers found her nipples,
Speaker 1: moaning gently as her thighs tensed in such a beautiful response.
Speaker 1: As she pinched her nipples as the words massaged her deepest,
Speaker 1: darkest desires, Emma's hands slid down the plane of her stomach.
Speaker 1: Without looking, she pulled her skirt over her thighs, the
Speaker 1: passion in the story embracing her in her own longing.
Speaker 1: Sliding her fingertips up her naked thighs, she could feel
Speaker 1: the trail of goosebumps following crackling to life in the
Speaker 1: tail wind of her fingers. Even now, her pussy trembled
Speaker 1: with desire, aching to be caressed, her ass wanting to
Speaker 1: feel the punishment of spanking. Her hands slid, the heat
Speaker 1: of her pussy already burning her skin, the teasing sensation
Speaker 1: of her feminine pleasure kissing her thighs, moaning a little louder,
Speaker 1: her desire building. Suddenly, a sound shatters the atmosphere. So
Speaker 1: engrossed with the story, Emma couldn't tell if it was
Speaker 1: real or not just her overactive imagination. Without moving, she
Speaker 1: stopped reading, listening just in case it happened again. But
Speaker 1: there was nothing. Probably just my imagination, she muttered to herself,
Speaker 1: lifting her skirt higher still before continuing, Emma caressed the
Speaker 1: lace of her panties, gently, timing her movements perfectly with
Speaker 1: the rhythm of the story. Her breathing intensified as her
Speaker 1: stomach clutched, her kneeds growing, her pussy aching for a caress,
Speaker 1: a man's caress. Moaning again, a moan sounded back out
Speaker 1: of the darkness. Was that just an echo of hers,
Speaker 1: she pondered, or was there some one else here with her?
Speaker 1: Of course, she couldn't stop people coming to the library
Speaker 1: it was a public facility. Failing to see the irony
Speaker 1: in her logic, Emma paused for a moment, waiting for
Speaker 1: another noise. Nothing came. Content that she is alone in
Speaker 1: the expanse of the library, Emma's eyes returned to the
Speaker 1: prose as her fingers gently caressed the edge of her panties,
Speaker 1: the kiss of her touch almost unnoticeable, sending shivers through
Speaker 1: every nerve of her body. Somehow, the fantasy created by
Speaker 1: the story was invaded by a new fantasy, the fantasy
Speaker 1: of Derek watching her from the shadows, his broad hand
Speaker 1: stroking his hard cock as he watched him or touch herself.
Speaker 1: She was turning him on with a simple act of
Speaker 1: self pleasure, and knowing she turned him on, knowing that
Speaker 1: this beautiful man was going to come, because little old
Speaker 1: Emma sent a torrent of electricity charging through every nerve
Speaker 1: of his body. Her pussy positively vibrated with desire. This
Speaker 1: was unbelievable. Emma had never considered a man watching her
Speaker 1: touch herself as a turnout, but now it was driving
Speaker 1: her mad, biting her lip, trying to suppress the noise
Speaker 1: that was emanating from the pits of her lust. Years
Speaker 1: of training and embedded the concept of a library as
Speaker 1: a place of silence was beyond question. She pushed down
Speaker 1: into the floor with a lex throbbing desire moving through
Speaker 1: her body as she read the words, her fingers sliding
Speaker 1: inside her panties. A deep voice echoing the prose, a
Speaker 1: voice so intense and passionate it forced her clip to
Speaker 1: throb even harder. That man's voice, so close to her ear,
Speaker 1: reverberated through her whole body. Emma's voice fell into silence,
Speaker 1: and the man's voice continued reading the story to her,
Speaker 1: the heat of his voice caressing inside her panti's right
Speaker 1: along with her fingers. It was incredible, as if he
Speaker 1: was narrating the story, his breath kissing her neck, her
Speaker 1: nipples aching to fill those lips that created that voice.
Speaker 1: Take him without mercy, her nipples, her stomach pushing between
Speaker 1: her thighs and caressing her clip with hard strokes from
Speaker 1: every word. What's your name? She whispered between moans on Deric,
Speaker 1: of course, the voice said, before it thrust back inside
Speaker 1: her pussy, forcing a loud moan from her lips. Her
Speaker 1: fingers followed Derec's voice and plunged into the depths of
Speaker 1: her wetness, her pussy stretched as she imagined his cock.
Speaker 1: Now felt his cock deep inside her, punishing her dripping
Speaker 1: pussy with every thrust of his hips. Aggressively, she hammered
Speaker 1: her fingers in and out of her pussy, moaning louder
Speaker 1: and louder. Suddenly his fingers were pushing through her hair,
Speaker 1: bawling it tightly, and without warning, his hard cock pressed
Speaker 1: into her mouth. Is meant to be silent in the library,
Speaker 1: he said, as he threatened her throat with the throbbing
Speaker 1: end of his cock. Tears streamed down her cheeks as
Speaker 1: his bulls hit her chin. Emma had never tasted the
Speaker 1: man's cot before, but this felt so primeval and sexy.
Speaker 1: It was beyond what she imagined. The animal passion with
Speaker 1: which he drove his cock into her mouth actually turned
Speaker 1: her on even more. The sensation of it throbbing along
Speaker 1: her tongue, fitting her mouth completely. Holding her breath, Emma
Speaker 1: waited for her first taste of cum and imagine how
Speaker 1: it might be as he exploded in her throat. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: Derek pulled his cock out of her mouth, pulling her
Speaker 1: up by her hair on to a nearby table. And
Speaker 1: bending her across it, her face pressing against the cold
Speaker 1: oak top as he lifted her skirt, his fingers caressing
Speaker 1: the curves of her ass as he made appreciative noises. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: a crack echoed around the library as his palm spanked
Speaker 1: across her ass. Mercilessly, Emma cried out again, her voice
Speaker 1: seeming louder in the empty library, Silent, miss horny librarian,
Speaker 1: he said, his hands sliding into her panty's before ripping
Speaker 1: them off. The sting of her waistband as it broke
Speaker 1: caused her to yelp again. His hands pressed up her back,
Speaker 1: his fingers moving through her hair and then pulling her
Speaker 1: head back, forcing her mouth open as his other hand
Speaker 1: pushed her panties into her mouth. Fuck, she could swell,
Speaker 1: how wet she was, her juices dripping from her torn
Speaker 1: panties and down her chin. Desperately trying to breathe, she
Speaker 1: forced long gas through a nose as his hand came
Speaker 1: down again, the crack across her ass even louder, more ferocious.
Speaker 1: The beautiful sting of pleasure ricocheted through her whole body,
Speaker 1: her pussy throbbing between her thighs. She knew she was
Speaker 1: dripping with pleasure and getting wetter with every stroke of
Speaker 1: his hand. Without warning, he pushed his cock into a pussy,
Speaker 1: pounding hard and furiously. There was no mercy or patience.
Speaker 1: He fucked it like the animal she wanted to be used,
Speaker 1: as the tip of his cock pressed all along the
Speaker 1: walls of her pussy, forcing trembles up and down her body. Fuck,
Speaker 1: her pussy was almost sore from the relentless fuck of
Speaker 1: his wide, tarred cock. This wasn't the way it was
Speaker 1: meant to be, Emma thought, But fuck it felt so good.
Speaker 1: Every throbbing vein in his cock pressed along her pussy walls,
Speaker 1: sending shockways up and down her body. Barely able to
Speaker 1: breathe through her sudden panties, Emma tried grasping at the
Speaker 1: table to stabilize herself against the torrent of his fucking,
Speaker 1: but the table was far too polished and too smooth.
Speaker 1: Her breast pushed along the table as he continued to
Speaker 1: press his cock in to her, her nipples rubbing hard
Speaker 1: against the polished wood, only serving to heighten her pleasure.
Speaker 1: Her pussy clutched at him, wanting his release, wanting to
Speaker 1: fill his warm stream of come fill every part of her.
Speaker 1: Emma tried to fumble for her panti's to allow herself
Speaker 1: to breathe before she fainted. This was just getting too much,
Speaker 1: Not yet, he said, Seeing her intention, his hands wrapped
Speaker 1: around her wrists, pulling her arms behind her. He pounded
Speaker 1: with demonic passion into a wet sex fuck. She thought
Speaker 1: he might split me in two. He's so fucking aggressive.
Speaker 1: Thrust after thrust burnt on her clip. She didn't want
Speaker 1: to be the girl who enjoyed hard and aggressive sex.
Speaker 1: She didn't want to be the girl who lusted after
Speaker 1: filthy fucking. For god, she did. She wanted it and
Speaker 1: even harder. Her loud moans muffled by her panties, bending
Speaker 1: her head back, her augasm assaulting every inch of her body.
Speaker 1: She wanted to be fucked hard and come hard, and
Speaker 1: my god, was she going to He slid one hand
Speaker 1: up her arm, grasping her shoulder as he rowed her
Speaker 1: pussy with hard rhythms of his body. Suddenly, his other
Speaker 1: hand slid between her thighs and pinched her clip hard
Speaker 1: between finger and thumb, rubbing it as he continued to
Speaker 1: fuck her. Her whole body tensed as the avalanche of
Speaker 1: pleasure descended over her. Unable to breathe, she tried spitting
Speaker 1: out her panties. Then suddenly, Derec's hand grasped her panties
Speaker 1: and ripped them from her mouth. The sudden rush of
Speaker 1: oxygen filling her body with air in perfect timing with
Speaker 1: her orgasm. As she gasped in deep gulps whilst somehow
Speaker 1: moaning like an animal, her orgasm exploding through every inch
Speaker 1: of her body, she could feel the wicked cocktail of
Speaker 1: oxygen and orgasm invade her brain. Her eyes rolled back
Speaker 1: as her body slumped over the table. She could feel
Speaker 1: her breast shallow and panting as a veil of darkness
Speaker 1: dropped over her, her orgasm consuming her completely. Somewhere in
Speaker 1: the distance, through the blackness that covered her mind, she
Speaker 1: could hear a voice, a sound not his, but caring
Speaker 1: and concerned. Excuse me, miss, are you okay? The sound,
Speaker 1: forcing Emma's eyes wide open, was shock. So what's happened
Speaker 1: to Emma? Well, you'll just have to wait till next
Speaker 1: week when we can get wild in bed all over again.
Speaker 1: Till next week, and always with your pleasure in mind.
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