Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - 111: Listeners Fantasy - Boarded & Bound by Pirates - Part 1

Episode Date: October 4, 2021

Janet and Brad are relaxing on their yacht, despite the differences between them they are enjoying the time alone to relax and leave the stresses of the world behind them. But how till Brad react when they are boarded by Pirates? Will he rise and protect Janet or will he collapse to his knees? The Erotic Bedtime Story does contain descriptions of intimate spanking, bondage and hard, passionate sex. For the most intense erotic audio available, visit my VIP club at https://wyldeinbed.com/vip-clubs/, I look forward to seeing you there.

Please remember this is an adult's only podcast and does contain some very sensual themes. So please only listen to this podcast if you are happy to explore your deepest sensual fantasies with me and are of a suitable age. Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed. Your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction and finger-licking good for, fantasies. If you want to enjoy even deeper pleasure and unlimited satisfaction, then you can just go ahead and follow the link in this episode's notes and subscribe to my new premium podcast channel where you can enjoy all the stories, all the sensations, commercial free. Tonight's story is another listener's fantasy and you know if you want to hear your fantasies

narrated right here, then it's so easy for you to just email me at Devlin at Wilddesires.com and I will do my best to bring your fantasy to life. You can know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed. Just put your earbuds in, close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice, moving over and inside you. And when you're ready to surrender to deep pleasure, just go ahead and take a breath and hold it for a moment. And then release it with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress. For the next 30 minutes or so, it's just you in my voice.

This is your time, your time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction. Your time to release that inner woman. as you listen to my voice and feel the story moving through your body. As you enjoy tonight's show, the ocean breeze certainly seemed to cool the heat of the sun. Janet had to admit the sun was still very hot, but the sea air cooled it enough that she could sunbathe comfortably, naked on their yacht. This far out to sea, she was as private as she possibly could be. No one would see them, whatever they did.

even though there was little threat of anything too passionate happening with Brad. He was strictly a Sunday morning, quick fumble and a fucking bed kind of guy. If he was any more vanilla, they would have put him in a cone and been serving him on hot, sunny days. Janet had laughed when she first met him. She was curious about anything sexual and so wanted to know his thoughts on oral sex. Oh, I'd rather do it than talk about it, he said. She laughed until she realized that he just didn't know what oral sex actually was. He thought he was just talking dirty.

The attraction of financial security eventually won the day and they have been married for three years now. No kids, of course. No orgasms, unless she provided them for herself and most definitely no oral sex. God, she missed having her pussy licked, possibly more than having a thick cock in the same. inside her. Of course Brad wasn't exactly overflowing in that department either. Thank God for

her selection of battery-powered boyfriends. She would have been fucked without them. She giggled to herself as she thought that through. Actually, she wouldn't be fucked, not at all, ever. She lay on the lounger, watching him, his eyes deliberately not looking at her, even as her fingers explored between her thighs and teased her already wet folds. Look at me, she whispered, willing him to watch her touch herself, to get so painfully hard so she could do nothing but fuck her there and then. But judging by the flat plain of his shorts, she was having absolutely no effect on him. Sying to herself, she closed her eyes and let herself drift into a daydream.

Her daydreams had gone from mildly erotic to borderline pornographic in the time she'd been married to Brad. Sometimes she just needed to close her eyes and her clit would start throbbing without her touching. Guess this is what it feels like to be frustrated. She whispered suddenly to herself, surrendering to her fantasy. She closed her eyes fully. She wasn't sure how long her eyes had been closed. She wasn't sure how long her eyes had been closed and she had been enjoying her fantasy before the yacht lurched viciously, turning her off the lounger and sprawling across the deck.

Turning, she gasped at the ship pushing hard against them. Somewhere in the noise of the ships clashing, she could hear voices, and they weren't friendly voices, mean, aggressive voices that obviously had dark intentions for Brad and her. rolling on the deck she dropped through a door to into the cabin below scrambling Janet found some space under the bed

and thankfully a few clothes strewn around she could at least look decent to get murdered there was a lot of noise on the deck above a lot of heavy angry footsteps she desperately held her breath she desperately held her breath at the thought of these thugs

ravaging their beautiful yacht She listened for Brad's voice, but she couldn't hear him at all. Surely they hadn't slit his throat and cast him into the ocean to be eaten by hammerhead sharks, she thought grinning. Okay, that might have been an overactive imagination. Maybe a little wistful thinking. Either way, it wasn't right. She should at least try and maintain the image of a dutiful wife in his last moments. She could not stop herself from grinning, even when the cabin door erupted, sending broken wood all around her.

There was no ceremony, no discussion. Her hands were tied and a Hessian sack put over her head before she was led out into the sunlight. Her feet stumbled over the desk as she was dragged hurriedly. She guessed she had just walked a plank between the two boats by the strange feeling of space, and then back onto a boat again. This one felt different, steadier, a boat that was intended for business rather than just looking pretty.

Even through the fragrance of the sea, she could smell the very masculine fragrance of the people around her. All rum and cigars filled her senses. Suddenly her arms were lifted above her head and her bind secured while she was lifted a few inches off the deck. The men were jeering at their obvious prize,

trapped and vulnerable, they could do anything they wanted to her. To her surprise, that thought wasn't exactly unattractive, and even more shocking was a throbbing sensation moving through a pussy at the thought of it. Janet had never seen herself as anything more than having a healthy sexual appetite, but right now her slick was dripping down her legs. Suddenly the jeering and noises stopped. even the ocean seemed to fall quiet. Somehow, just the sound of footsteps dominated the air. That rhythm having a particular effect on her body, as if every step echoed between her thighs and resonated on her clit.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry out to lash out of whatever monster was descending upon her. She wanted to be frightened. She wanted to be angry for disturbing her pleasure. She didn't want to be so fucking. turned on, that she could smell it over everything else, including the rum and cigars. Maybe this was how it ends. She would be fucked so ruthlessly by these men, until she couldn't breathe and then left to die, immersed in all their manly, sexy juices. The anticipation burned

through her like a wildfire. Her thighs squeezed together as she burned with need at the thought of being fucked that heart. and this footfall that stalked her across the deck seemed to know it. The sound of every step teased at her clit, pressed it hard with her own desire and desperate need. Then there are no footfalls, no ocean, no pirates, just a well of silence, filling her with anticipation of whatever is to happen next. Jane could do nothing but hold her breath as she felt the proximity of warm skin next to her face. Whatever this monster was, it was stood very close to her.

She gasped with surprise, as the most gentle caress of its fingers teased over her cheek. She certainly wasn't expecting something that gentle, nor was she expecting the pounding feeling that pulsed between her nipples and clit. The warmth of his breath danced over her ears. He paused shortly as if he was going to speak, but then decided better of it. She knew he was a man now. Every sense in her body screamed. Whatever this was, it was all man.

Possibly more man than anything she had ever seen before. I believe you are the captain. Her voice eventually uttered. Your men killed the captain, she said, and realised that of course Brad was more than just the captain. Correcting herself, she tried to sound upset. He was my husband. Well, I don't know where he went. We never touched him.

He whispered. She could hear the filthy grin on his lips, those sensuous, powerful, evil lips. The cabin boy told us you were of the captain before he pledged his allegiance to me. He chuckled in a manic type of way. He obviously knew exactly what had happened, as did Janet now.

The cowardly little shit, she thought. If they hadn't killed him, she sure as fuck would. Suddenly there was none of it. unexpected heat pressing on her face. The stubble of his beard teasing over her skin, his lips brushing her neck. I have to say, you taste good for a captain, he whispered and smell even better. He said as his hand moved firmly between her thighs, grasping at her damp pussy, lifting her skirt. He massaged the lace of her panties against her pussy. Fuck, she didn't want to be so easily turned on by him. She really didn't, but her treacherous pussy was just ignoring her and deciding

it was going to do its own thing. There was no way he couldn't have felt how intensely it was throbbing. She could hear it echoing in her ears. Her whole stomach vibrated with the trembling pleasure that shook inside. Janet Bitter-Lib, trying to control this avalanche of lust that resonated through her. But to no avail. She could no more deny this lust. She felt than she could deny her body his next breath. A guttural moan escaped her lips. Fuck she wanted him.

She'd never seen him. But damn, something about his demeanor. Maybe, maybe it was his pheromones. Just sent her whole body alight without trying. His finger traced over her panties and roughly caressed her clit. Her body trembled at his vicious touch. The abrasive texture of his skin riffled over her sensitive nub before pressing on it aggressively and tormenting her pleasure further.

Suddenly he grasped her clit between his finger and thumb, rubbing it, sending waves of torturous delight around her body. Her legs twisted against his hand, her own bodily reactions beyond her control. Spasms of pleasure echoed through every nerve, as his fingers pulled tightly on it, torturing it. As his hand dropped away, her skirt remained lifted. The sudden cool breeze lashed at her clit,

affording her no respite from the aching desire that engulfed her. Without warning, his hand descended between her thighs. Spank after punishing spank hit at her clit, sending pulses of pleasure moving through her. This really shouldn't have been turning her on as much as it was. She pushed her hips forward, excited to receive each and every spank on her pussy, wanting the connection, wanting the punishment, wanting this pleasure. Loosening her bonds from above, Janet suddenly dropped, but before she hit the deck,

he grabbed her and flipped her round in one motion, before he laid her roughly over some sort of grill. She could feel the slats pushing into her right nipples as he manhandled her. Her skirt, her skirt ripped up over her ass and her panties torn off. She could suddenly feel him pressing against her. The heat of his cock pulsed against her raking pussy. Janet pushed back against him, gerating her pelvis. Her pussy trying to clutch at his hard cock. Fuck, she needed to fill him inside her.

It had been too long since she had felt full from a swollen erection. His hand came down hard against her pussy again. sending shockwaves of pleasure ricocheting in every direction. The beautiful sting of delight teased at her folds and plunged deep into her pussy, unforgiving waves of temptation cascading up and down her body. Before the sting had even subsided, he plunged his hard cock deep into her pussy, every thrust in perfect time with the sensations moving through her. Fuck, she could feel her pussy clutching at him, grasping his hard cock.

willing it deeper. His fingernails dug hard into the soft flesh of her ass, clawing her back onto him. Janet could feel the delightful length of every thrust, filling her completely, the head of his cock pressing along the walls of her pussy, massaging every inch as it intensified the whirlwind of pleasure moving through her. Thrust after hard thrust stretched the lips of her pussy, his deliberate fucking, pressing to the very end of her. His hands reached up and bunched her hair tightly, pulling her back onto him as he relentlessly pounded into her dripping pussy. The head of his cock trembling as it hammered home, his kneeed with every single thrust. The sensation of his balls bouncing on her pussy just accentuated the pleasure.

And as his body tightened, his fingernails dicking into her shoulders as he pressed deeper and deeper. His rough moans becoming growls as she felt his pulsing growing inside her, her own orgasm growing. She could do little but buck against his thrust. The pleasure was undeniably torturous. His thrust now so hard, he lifted her from whatever she was laying on, and every thrust pounded along her clit, driving her body insane with the tumultuous pleasure that rose inside her. And just as she felt she could take no more, he erupted inside her. His cum filling every inch of her pussy,

triggering her own orgasm to explode through her. Sliding his still-dripping cock from her throbbing pussy, he flipped her around again. Lifting the sack from her head, he pushed his cock deep and hard into her mouth. Long streams of cum continued to shoot down her throat as he fucked deep into her mouth. The entire length of his cock,

pushing in and out of her mouth, his cum spilling down her chin. Finally looking up, she could see his face fully. He was ruggedly handsome. His looks were warmer and softer than she had expected, no vicious scars. He did have a wonderfully mischievous look about him. His eyes sparkled with a devil-may-care attitude, grinning widely at Janet as he pulled his pants up and fastened his belt. A sudden realisation shot through Janet's mind.

You know, I've just been fucked by you and sucked your cock until you were dry have come, in front of your whole crew. And I really didn't care, she grinned back at him. I'm not normally this forward, he winked her as he pointed just behind her. My whole crew and his new cabin boy, he said with a grin, turning Janet looked beneath the grill below her, to see Brad standing naked below the deck. Brad?

She said. Well, I'm thinking of renaming him to Roger. Oh, and it looks like Roger got very hard watching me fuck you. Janet. Indeed, the whole crew looked down at Roger or Brad. His cog was definitely very hard. In fact, Janet had never seen him this hard before. He just made her wonder, what next?

Indeed, what next for Janet? But you'll have to wait for next week to see. And this story progresses. But I hope you like it. Don't forget if you have a fantasy, any fantasy, just send it to me at Devlin at Wilddesires.com. Now next week we have the continuation of this story, and I look forward to seeing you then.

But for now, and always with your pleasure in mind, this is Devlin Wild, wishing you salacious dreams. Now, as you have enjoyed this show, show this evening. You can go ahead and subscribe to my podcast.