Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - 126: Strangers to Lovers Listeners Urban Erotic Fantasy

Episode Date: January 10, 2022

Strangers to lovers urban erotic short story - Listener's Fantasy Alone and tired from travelling for work, she finds herself in another empty bar, drinking Gin and Tonic and making conversation with the dark eyed bartender. What mystery does he hide behind those dark eyes and that cocky half smile? 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, it's 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 join my VIP club. The link is in this episode's notes, or just come and see me at wild afterdark.com.

so you can enjoy all the stories, all the sensations, commercial free. Now, if you want to hear your fantasy here, then it's so easy for you just to email me your passions at Devlin at wilddesires.com and I will do my best to bring your fantasy to life. You don't have to write the story, I will do that for you. Just tell me what you desire, and I will make it live. happen. You know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed, so just loosen any clothing, put your earbuds in and close your eyes, and surrender to the pleasure of my voice, moving 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 20 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 your inner passions as you listen to my voice and feel the story moving through your body as your enjoy tonight's show. I stare at the bottom of my glass, contemplating the ice cubes and the idea of ordering another gin and tonic. It's hot, it's still early, and I don't want to go back to the hotel. Traveling for work is sometimes tiring, and the hotel room is always the same.

Another one? As the bartender, I nod without much conviction, but without much resistance either. A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth when I think about how many gin and tonics a company would deem appropriate for their new speaker to drink alone in public. I look up and suddenly face the darkest, most fascinating pair of eyes I've ever seen. I look so deep it seems to suck me into it and I have seen darker than ebony, with curved eyelashes and very thick, very masculine eyebrows. I blink twice, embarrassed when I realized I was staring, feeling my face burn and redden. The bottom of my glass feels like a safe place. Why did you stop looking? Oh my God.

I turned round, there they are, the black eyes, accompanied by a neatly trimmed beard, framing a really handsome face. And what voice was that? A little horse, like someone who has just woken up. Sorry, I didn't realize I was staring at you. I reply, more embarrassed. Don't be sorry. He replied, accompanied by a half-smile.

The heat that had been on my face worked its way down my body, spreading down my neck, and that half-smile melting the rest of me. The fluid conversation and the easy laugh I hadn't experienced in a long time. I couldn't even remember if I'd pass the recommended number of gin and tonics in public. I need to go to the bathroom. My Zed getting up, around the counter on the left. I got up a little uncertainly. The floor always floats a little when sitting down to drink. I walked into the bathroom, which was spacious and had an armchair in the corner. I laughed to myself. It reminded me of 15th birthday parties and drunk teenagers feeling sick. I heard. I heard.

the lock click and turned around. My one desire. All I aspire is in your eyes forever to live. Black eyes and half smile. I thought you might need help. I don't know how to answer. So I just bit my lower lip. And that seemed to be a trigger.

He came towards me, very determined, gripping the back of my head with one hand and my waist with the other. His mouth on mine hungrily, almost violently. His tongue forcing between my lips invading me, and my lips opened to accept the invasion when his lips slid down the side of my deck, delicate as butterfly wings,

and his beard scraped against my skin. Then he turned me, with my back to him, facing the mirror he lifted my dress, running his hands down my thighs to my panties, the only dam in the flood that had formed. He pulled away the piece of lace, slid his fingers over my lips, saying in my ears, Look how wet you are, were you waiting for me?

And without waiting for an answer, he pushed one thick finger inside me, while the other found my clit and made small circles. It was also sensual and unexpected, that I threw my head back and closed my eyes to heighten the sensations. He cut my chin with his other hand, turning my face forward and commanding, open your eyes,

because I want you to look at me in the eye when I fuck you. All I wanted was to obey his orders, so I said yes. His hands run over my back, growling in appreciation as he explored the curves of my body. Seeing the look of sheer delight on his face, his tongue dancing over his lips in hunger. There is a desire burning behind those dark eyes. A barely controlled lust as his fingers moved over my hips, pulling me back onto him. The look of passion sending tingles through every nerve in my body.

I can't recall a man wanting me this much, with this much barely controlled lust. I press back against him, feeling his disdainting. desire pressing between my cheeks, I whimper. His hand slides back along the curves of my thighs before tracing a deliciously slow line up that soft flesh, nearing the heat that is barely controlled in my panties, before he slides a delicate lace to one side, the sudden caress of a breeze making me whimper with need. There is a ghost of a touch as one finger traces a line along my lips. My body shudders in response, a promise of passion right there on his fingertips, commenting my unsatisfied need. He slides his finger the entire length of my pussy. My lips are quivering

an appreciation of his caress. I push back a little harder against his already firm cock, gyrating my ass slowly to entice him to explore deeper, to give me the pleasure I long for, Looking into the mirror, the lust in his eyes burning furiously as he watches the pleasure dancing over my face. His fingers tracing lights up and down my folds, teasing them, exploring them before sliding his fingers back inside me, maybe two, maybe three fingers moving around me with expert precision. I cannot hold back a little moan as he discovers that velvety patch on my pussy wall, that one spot that always takes me to the edge. My core clutches in anticipation.

My legs tremble as the first throbs of my impending orgasm. Shoot through me. His thumb presses between my cheeks, teasing at my private rosette. Something about the firmness with which he massages me. Accelerates the throbbing inside my body. My whole pussy clutching with desperate need. God, I need to fill his cock inside me now. My eyes hood with the intensity of pleasure.

I grasp at the sink in front of the mirror for stability as my knees buckle. He takes his finger off my pussy and leaning in a little. It begins to rub his cock between my lips, teasing my clit and spreading that slick that was almost reaching my thighs. Look at me. He commands looking at me in the mirror. Tell me what you want. I open my eyes, the intensity of his dark eyes staring back at me,

willing me to surrender to the pleasure that moves between us. I could barely breathe between moans. I want your cock inside me now. And without waiting, he pressed inside me. With no time to relax or think, I just felt that burning sensation of being penetrated, so deep, so completely, my muscles contracting in surprise and massaging the entire length of that invading cock.

I held my breath until I got used to the feeling of his girth stretching me. I already told you to look me in the eye while I fuck you. And with that command, I came apart. The sensation, the order, the arousal, it was all too much for me. Then fuck me now. I want to feel you as deep inside my pussy as I've never felt. anyone else? He took his cock out of me slowly, until only the tip touched my entrance. And then he thrust it in all at once. And again, his fingers found my clit, in addition to the

thrusting of that cock that was so deep. Those circles with his fingers heightening my pleasure, rising like a wave through my body, pushing me to the edge of the precipice more and more. Our moans mingled. Our sweat mingled. Our juice is mingled, and when I was about to come, he slapped my clit, making me scream. Unexpected pain mixed with pleasure. Do it again, I said. He started with the gentle circles again until he slapped me once more. And again, my clit burned, and that pain pushed me to the edge of the cliff once more.

I'm going to come. Let me come, please let me come. I begged another slap. You'll come, will come. whenever I want you to. And that command, along with the pain, pushed me even further. Another slap,

the aching caress of his fingers lingered slowly on my clit, massaging it sensually. The heat that burned in my pussy transformed into an uncontrollable wildfire. My whole body ate with need. And when I was on the edge, I looked into those eyes in the mirror and begged, please let me come. His hand slid up my stomach and grasped at my breasts, squeezing them harshly before taking my erect nipple between his finger and thumb,

squeezing it, dragging his nail along its firm length, before his black eyes gleamed. Then comfort me now, and with that another hard thrust, as I climbed and fell off the cliff, Half flying, half falling. My body seemed to have no weight as I orgasmed and drowned in those mesmerizing black eyes. His orgasm erupted inside me. Hot jets have come exploding from his cock and flooding my pussy.

Another wave of pleasure rising through my body. Don't stop coming until I say you can. He whispers. His breath, the resonance of his voice, perpetuating my orgasm. grasping harder on the sink, my body succumbed to his desire and refused to let go of the orgasm that flooded me. The hot pulses of his cum continued to fill every part of my pussy, thinking I couldn't come anymore. His lips found my neck and bit gently as his hand slid down my back, and onto my rosette,

sliding a finger inside that spot that had never been invaded. He massaged his pulsing cock through the walls of my eyes. ass, forcing it to tremble harder. His cock seemed to swell inside me, as if he had yet more come to release. My core clutched at him, willing him to yield every beautiful drop of his desire inside me. And still my orgasm grew, a pleasure I had never known. My ass, my pussy, throbbed with beautiful sensations as his hand slid down my mound. Taking my clit between his finger and thumb, he pinched it hard, lifting me onto the tip of my toes with another thrust of his cock, as he became more and more determined. Every hammering thrust, punctuated by loud moans from both of our mouths,

our combined cum flooded from my pussy and caressed warmly down my thighs. Feeling his final thrust, he moan gently. Good girl, you can let it go now. And without my body released the final wave of pleasure from head to toe. My whole body shook at his command as the most intense orgasm of my life echoed through every nerve in my body. Unable to hold myself upright. I rested my head on his chest. Come, sit here. And he led me to the chair. As he sat down, I collapsed onto his lap, my body still trembling, the movement of his fingertips up and down my spine, accentuating the aftergo of pleasure that shrouded me. Before running his thumb over my lips, his lips met mine with a whisper of a kiss,

almost chased. As he said, nice to meet you, holding me against his chest for a moment. The beat of his heart, deep and resonant echoed in my ear. years. After the longest moment he lifted me to my feet and stood, easing me back down onto the chair, the caress of the material, sending a reminder through my body as a wave of pleasure gently moved through me. His hand reaching down and pressing through the material of my skirt, he once again fell my clit, rubbing it gently. His gaze holding me. His gaze holding me. He, mine before he kissed my forehead and whispered goodbye before pressing hard onto my cliton pinching it

forcing another moan from my trembling lips my eyes closing into light as i heard the door unlock and close as he left so i hope you enjoyed that little fantasy there will be another one next week Yes, so you'll have to join me right here. So until next week, and always with your pleasure in mind. This is Devlin Wilde, wishing you salacious dreams.