Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - 124: The Librarians Taken Innocence

Episode Date: December 27, 2021

In the private seclusion of her library, Emma feels safe to explore whatever pleasure she desires. But as she begins enjoying the full intoxicating depths of her pleasure, there is a man. Or is there?Is he real or imagined? How far will Emma go with a complete strange to discover her deepest fantasies. 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. This story was originally recorded for the Wild Embed, Erotic Stories podcast. Hi is Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed. your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger-licking good fantasies. Now, if you, like me, want to enjoy even deeper pleasure and uninterrupted filthy fantasies, then it's so easy for you to just go ahead and follow the link in this episode's notes and visit me at wildafterdark.com so you can enjoy all my my.

stories, all the sensations, commercial free. So we have another listeners fantasy tonight. You guys are getting a little kinkier. And you wait to part two next week and just see what I mean. Now if you'd like your fantasy to appear right here in front of all these people, that it's so easy for you to just email me at Devlin, at Wild. desires.com and I will do my best to bring your fantasy to life. You know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed. Just put your earbuds in. Loosen any clothes and close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice caressing over and inside you. And when you're ready, just go ahead and take a nice deep breath and hold it for a moment. And then you're ready,

and then let it go with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress. For the next 30 minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. This is your time, your time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction, your time to release that inner passion as you listen to my voice and feel the story moving through your body as you enjoy tonight's show. as the moon rises above the skyline, lifting the sounds of celebration above the city. Emma sighs to herself as she watches the flickering lights of the city below the library windows.

People trying to find an escape, a place to run to, and she knew they would never be happy with whatever they found. Here, she mused. Here within this building, there was a million ways to escape. A million places. to run to. If you didn't like one, you simply chose another. This was Emma's escape place. This was her sanctuary. Sighing, Emma turned away from the window. New Year had never held any attraction to her. The alcohol, the noise, the faux fun, was definitely not for her. Walking along the shelves of books, Emma smiled as she moved into a shadowy corner. This was a section of the books that people rarely discovered. And when they did, they were generally too embarrassed to mention it.

Running her thumb over the spine of the secret books, she eventually gave a contented sound as she selected one. Dead butterflies. The title really did not give anything away. One elderly gentleman had once loved it. His wife had to return it a few days later. He had had to take him to his bed in shock. It most certainly was not about the environmental risk to the future of insects, as he had believed.

Emma positioned herself carefully in a reading chair. A simple lamp lit the chair and cast the rest of the expanse of the library into darkness. She was isolated in her own little universe. Just her and her stories that lived here. The library was empty apart from her. This was her room now. Hers and only hers. Emma opened the book exactly where she had left off,

as the words and the pages weave their magic, seducing her into the twilight world of her fantasies and desires that she would never admit to. For years she had been sweet little Emma, the innocent librarian. Yet a passion burned beneath that facade that she had never felt comfortable sharing with her. anyone. As her crystal blue eyes danced over the pages, spellbound with every word, she bit gently on her lower lip, her body beginning to tremble a little as the wickedly passionate

fingers of the story, massaged her in way she could only imagine a man doing. Oh, Derek, she mumbled to herself, her ass tensing at the thought of having her butt spanked as she continued to read. Automatically, her fingers drifted down her shirt, loosening the buttons. Without her eyes ever leaving the page, her fingertips moved inside her shirt, gently caressing the lace cups of her bra. Slowly, gently, Emma's fingers found her nipples, moaning gently as her thighs tensed in such a beautiful response as she pinched her nipples, as the words massaged her deepest, darkest desires, Emma's hand slid down the plane of her stomach. Without looking, she pulled her skirt over her thighs, the passion in the story, embracing her in her own longing, sliding her

fingertips up her naked thighs. She could feel the trail of goosebumps following, crackling to life in the tailwind of her fingers. Even now, her pussy trembled with desire, aching to be caressed. Her ass wanting to feel the punishment of spanking. Her hands slid higher. The heat of her pussy already burning her skin. The teasing sensation of her feminine pleasure, kissing her thighs, moaning a little louder, her desire building.

Suddenly a sound shatters the atmosphere. So engrossed with the story, Emma couldn't tell if it was real, or not just her overactive imagination. Without moving, she stopped reading, listening, just in case it happened again. But there was nothing. Probably just my imagination, she muttered to herself, lifting her skirt higher still before continuing. Emma caressed the lace of her panties gently, timing her movements. perfectly with the rhythm of the story. Her breathing intensified as her stomach clutched.

Her knees growing. Her pussy aching for a caress. A man's caress. Moaning again. A moan sounded back out of the darkness. Was that just an echo of hers, she pondered? Or was there someone else here with her? Of course she couldn't stop people coming to the library.

It was a public facility. If they're going to spend their new, Year's Eve. Here, they need to get a life. Failing to see the irony in her logic, Emma paused for a moment, waiting for another noise. Nothing came. Content that she is alone in the expanse of the library, Emma's eyes returned to the prose, as her fingers gently caressed the edge of her panties, the kiss of her touch, almost unnoticeable, sending shivers through every nerve of her body. Somehow the fantasy created by the story was invaded by a new fantasy. The fantasy of Derek watching her from the shadows, his broad hand stroking his hard cock,

as he watched Emma touch herself. She was turning him on with a simple act of self-pleasure, and knowing she turned him on, knowing that this beautiful man was going to come because little old Emma sent a torrent of electricity, charging through every nerve of his body. Her pussy positively vibrated with desire. This was unbelievable. Emma had never considered a man watching her touch herself as a turnaround, but now it was driving her mad,

biting her lip, trying to suppress the noise that was emanating from the pits of her lust. Years of training had embedded the concept. of a library as a place of silence was beyond question. She pushed down into the floor with her legs, throbbing desire moving through her body. As she read the words, her fingers sliding inside her panties, a deep voice echoing the prose, a voice so intense and passionate,

it forced her clip to throb even harder. That man's voice, so close to her ear, reverberated through her whole body. Emma's voice fell into silence And the man's voice continued Reading the story to her The heat of his voice caressing inside her panties Right along with her fingers It was incredible

As if he was narrating the story And his breath kissing her neck Her nipples aching to fill those lips That created that voice Pushing between her thighs And caressing her clip with hard strokes from every word What's your name? She whispered between moans.

On Derek, of course. The voice said before it thrust back inside her pussy, forcing a loud moan from her lips. Her fingers followed Derek's voice and plunged into the depths of her wetness. Her pussy stretched as she imagined his cock, deep inside her, punishing her dripping pussy with every thrust of his hips. aggressively she hammered her fingers in and out of her pussy, moaning louder and louder. Suddenly his fingers were pushing through her hair, bawling it tightly and without warning. His hard cock pressed into her mouth is meant to be silent in the library. He said as he threatened her throat with the throbbing end of his cock.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as his bulls hit her chin. Emma had never tasted a man's cot before, but this felt so primeval. and sexy, it was beyond what she imagined. The animal passion with which he drove his cock into her mouth actually turned her on even more. The sensation of it throbbing along her tongue, filling her mouth completely. Holding her breath. Emma waited for her first taste of cum and imagined how it might be as he exploded in her throat. Suddenly, Derek pulled his cock out of her mouth,

pulling her up by her hair onto a nearby table and bending her across it. Her face pressing against the cold oak top as he lifted her skirt. His fingers caressing the curves of her ass as he made appreciative noises. Suddenly a crack echoed around the library as his palm spanked across her ass mercilessly. Emma cried out again. Her voice seeming louder in the empty library. Silent Miss Hornie. librarian, he said. His hands sliding into her panties before ripping them off. The sting of a

waistband as it broke calls her to yelp again. His hands pressed up her back, his fingers moving through her hair and then pulling her head back, forcing her mouth open as his other hand pushed her panties into her mouth. Fuck, she could smell how wet she was. Her juices dripping from her torn panties and down her chin, desperately trying to breathe. She forced long gas through her nose. As his hand came down again, the crack across her ass even louder, more ferocious. The beautiful sting of pleasure ricocheted through her whole body. Her pussy throbbing between her thighs, she knew she was dripping with pleasure and getting wetter with every stroke of his hand. Without warning, he pushed his cock into her pussy, pounding hard and furiously.

There was no mercy or patience. He fucked her like the animal she wanted to be used as. The tip of his cock pressed all along the walls of her pussy, forcing trembles up and down her body. Fuck her pussy was almost sore from the relentless fuck of his wide, tired cock. This wasn't the way it was meant to be, Emma thought. But fuck it felt so good. Every throbbing vein in his cock pressed along her pussy walls,

sending shockways up and down her body. barely able to breathe through her sudden panties. Emma tried grasping at the table to stabilise herself against the torrent of his fucking. The table was far too polished and too smooth. Her breast pushed along the table as he continued to press his cock into her. Her nipples rubbing hard against the polished wood, only serving to heighten her pleasure. Her pussy clutched at him, wanting his release, wanting to fill his warm stream of cum, fill every part of her. Emma tried to fumble for her panties to allow herself to breathe before she fainted. This was just getting too much.

Not yet, he said, seeing her intention. His hands wrapped around her wrists, pulling her arms behind her. He pounded with demonic passion into her wet sex. Fuck, she thought. He might split me in two. He's so fucking aggressive. Thrust after thrust burnt on her clit. She didn't want to be the girl who in.

enjoyed hard and aggressive sex. She didn't want to be the girl who lusted after filthy fucking. But God, she did. She wanted it, and even harder. Her loud moans muffled by her panties, bending her head back, her orgasm assaulting every inch of her body. She wanted to be fucked hard and come hard, and my God was she going to. He slid one hand up her arm, grasping her shoulder as he rode her pussy with hard rhythms of his body. Suddenly his other hand slid between her thighs and pinched her clit hard between finger and thumb, rubbing it as he continued to fuck her.

Her whole body tensed as the avalanche of pleasure descended over her, unable to breathe. She tried spitting out her panties. Then suddenly Derek's hand grasped her panties and ripped them from her mouth. The sudden rush of oxygen, filling her body with air, in perfect timing with her orgasm,

as she gasped in deep gulps, while somehow moaning like an animal, her orgasm exploding through every inch of her body. She could feel the wicked cocktail of oxygen and orgasm invade her brain. Her eyes rolled back, as her body slumped over the table. She could feel her breasts shallow and panting

as the veil of darkness dropped over her, her orgasm consuming her completely. Somewhere in the distance, through the blackness, that covered her mind. She could hear a voice, a sound. Not his, but caring and concerned. Excuse me, miss, are you okay?

The sound forcing Emma's eyes wide open was shock. So, what's happened to Emma? Well, you'll just have to wait till next week, when we can get wild in bed all over again. So until next week, and always with your place, Pleasure in mind. This is Devlin Wild, wishing you salacious dreams.