Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - 65: Soccer Milf Erotic (and very dirty) Bedtime story

Episode Date: July 12, 2021

Ann is the ever loyal single mom. She follows her little Jonnie to every match, proud and excited at his efforts on the field. But when confronted by her brutal ex-husband at a game, she feels trapped and alone. If it wasn't for the intervention of a strange, the day might might have ended a lot worse. But who is this strangerWhat does he want with Ann? So you can enjoy even more intense sensual pleasure, just follow this link to the VIP club, https://wyldeinbed.com/vip-clubs/

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 fantasies. Now, as you enjoy tonight's little story, you can know you can enjoy even more intense pleasure, an unlimited satisfaction, just by coming to see me at wilddesires.com,

where you can test ride your own erotic fantasies just for coming. You can know this podcast is best enjoyed, laying on your bed. Loosen any clothing. Put your ear buds in and close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice. Caressing over and inside you. And when you're ready, and when you're ready to immerse yourself in deep sensuous pleasure, just go ahead and take a deep breath and hold it from. 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 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 over your body. as you enjoy tonight's show. The rain crashes down on Anne's already dripping hair. The clouds threaten a storm that she hopes would stay away for at least another hour. She watches him dancing across the field,

as she does every Saturday morning, the promise of so much pounding in his young legs. Of course, soccer had never been her idea. It was his dad's. But then, where was his dad? as usual all talk in finger pointing at Anne and no actual substance. She cheered Johnny on, of course she did. He was her son and she was proud of him, whatever he did.

Even if she didn't understand the rules of the game, he was kicking the ball and he seemed to be getting past everyone else. So that was good, right? She sure hoped so because she was cheering as loud as her lungs would allow. Seeing his final strike at the ball And watching it majestically strike the back of the net Just filled her with so much joy Her chest felt like it might burst

Jumping up and down on the spot She didn't notice the rain pouring down her face and shirt Slipping as she landed in the mud She managed to save herself from falling face first With an outstretched arm However the mud did manage to cover her arm Coat and shirt despite the mud, despite the rain,

she was still gleefully unaware when the whistle blew and the children filed off the pitch toward the changing rooms. As the parents moved away to find cover from the rain, knowing it would be at least another hour of team-talk showers and whatever else they did in the den of their changing rooms and stood alone on the field. Turning, her gaze met the familiar brownie. eyes of her ex-husband. Suddenly, all her relation was gone. His lips curled into a strained smile,

though she had once found so sexy. But now it just reminded her of the cruelty that lived behind that fake smile. Did they win? He asked, his eyes tracing the mud over her wet shirt. They did, and Johnny scored the winning goal. She said triumphantly. Oh good, tell him I was was here all the time. Chris, I'm not getting dragged into your lies with Johnny. It was bad enough when we were together. She responded, her mood dropping as her anger rose. Without warning, his hand lashed out and grabbed her hair tightly. You always were a selfish bitch. Won't lie to Johnny, won't lie to the cops. It's always about just you and your fucking morals. He bit out, twisting her hair painfully.

And from nowhere a hand appeared grabbing Chris's arms as a deep voice said, Let the lady go. Chris sneered as he turned to face the young man that stood next to him. Say nothing. He just released his grip and walked away, spitting at the ground. As they both watched him return to his car.

Eventually she simply said thanks to the young man, suddenly embarrassingly aware of how messy she looked. She had actually tried to dress up before the soccer game today. But now all her effort was gone, and she looked like she'd been dragged across the field through the mud. I'm Jules. I run the Rising Stars program. The resonant voice echoed through her body.

His sparkling blue eyes bored into her, feeling a little overwhelmed by the intensity of the chemistry that sparked between them. Anne could only whisper, I'm Anne, Johnny's mum, a blush spreading over her body. You look like you need to dry off. You know the kids will be a while before they get out of the changing room. Every word dripping with the promise of pleasure as he spoke.

And just nodded in response. Her mind too confused to form coherent sentences. Following him across the fields, he led them into a small room set away. from the grass. It seemed to be some sort of office come therapy room. Is this your office? She managed, watching him move behind her in the full-length mirror on the wall. Yeah, and I do physio for the club when it's needed. He whispered in her ear from behind as his hand slid her coat off her shoulder. The heat of his body pressed against hers,

through her wet clothes. His breath seeming to caress Anne's neck, sending a shudder of long-forgotten anticipation through her body. Without moving his head, his breath seemed to develop a mind of its own, caressing the nape of her neck. Immersed in the pleasure of his distant caress, her eyes close of their own accord,

hiding the sensations moving through her nerves. As his fingertips slide, her coat down her arm. arms, a torrent of goosebumps erupt from behind his touch, trying to resist the desire already flaming in her core, Anne balls her hands into fists. His fingers discover the soft flesh on the inside of her forearms, slowly moving lower. Anne can only bite her bottom lip to suppress a moan. She never realized her skin could be so sensitive, the combination of the chill from the earlier rain and the sensuously warm touch of his fingers forcing her desire higher, feeling the weight of her coat dropped from her body, and shivered as a kiss of breeze pressed against the wet material

of her shirt, the mud making it cling tighter to her breasts. She dared not open her eyes, as it might only confirmed how erect her nipples were. The sensation swarning inside her firm nubs, only betraying the aching between her thighs, as he opened his lips to whisper again, the caress of his breath-fueling images of just where Anne needs his lips to be right now. I have a wash route back for my kit. Let me take your shirt and wash it,

so it'll be clean for when Johnny is done. That voice resonates through Anne's body, oblivious to the words. Anne can only nod enthusiastically at the fantasies running through her mind right now. With a firm gentleness, his fingers slide through the buttons in her shirt. A brief sensation of her shirt tightening as he slowly maneuvers each button. And then relaxing, forcing her nipples to grow hard under the shirt's stinging kiss.

Bolts of electricity shoot from her nipples down her abdomen, finding the beating pulse of her desire with disconcerting ease. Each and every button is painfully and slowly released. Each and every button sending more and more bolts of pleasure through her body. Already Anne can fill the gentle clutching inside her with the anticipation of the pleasure she might enjoy. As he gently slides a damp shirt over her skin, the trail of it causing a wave of trembling delight to move up and down her body.

her naked flesh tingling at the cool air, kissing every inch, as his fingers move the soft material down her body. Her teeth bite a little harder into her bottom lip, as she feels his fingertips dance over the soft flesh of her breast, tracing her gentle curves through the lace of her bra. The desire burning so intensely, her core muscles tense and release in desperate need. The muscles in her thighs tensing

As if trying to control the wet ache That teases between her thighs Her whole body tensing in expectant desire As his fingers guide the damp shirt down her back Forcing her spine to arch As a cold caress moves over the small of her back His fingers just seem to linger there In response to her obvious ache

As the shirt falls from her body only the lace of her bra covering her rebellious nipples, which despite her best efforts just seemed to pulse with need. A need she feels deep within her core. The cool air embracing her almost naked torso, the sudden onslaught of intense sensations forcing a whimper from her lips. He felt so close, but somehow he now felt physically closer. The hard pressure on the small of her back as he was.

slides his fingers through the waistband of her jeans, creating a new focus for her imagination. She is completely oblivious as her jeans are loosened. Her mind completely focused on the throbbing, erect cock, pulsing against her back. Without thinking, she steps out of her jeans as they become a crumpled pile around her ankles, leaving her thighs parted in a welcome invitation for his beautifully strong fingers to explore deeper, more intimately. The cool breeze seems to find itself along the inside of her thighs, gently kissing at the soft material of her panties, sending a tremble of desire along her folds.

Her thighs tensing tightly as his fingertips move along the edge of her panties, sliding just a little inside the material, slowly, artfully moving along her outer folds. the teasing sensation forcing Anne to push her head back against his shoulder, resting on him as a trembling in her pussy grows, pressing her ass back against his hard cock in desperate need, the sensation of his firm length moving between her cheeks so painfully delightful, so agonisingly enticing.

A gentle rumble pulses through his chest, resonating against Anne's back. She can picture his cock sliding. between her cheeks and her mind, every delicious inch sliding up and down so agonizingly slowly, despite his fingers either side of her panties, caressing the entire length of her folds, the dampness of her feminine desire caressing the inside of her thighs, almost as if she could fill his warm, damp lips, caressing the inside of her thighs, his teeth biting gently, stingingly on that soft flesh, the heat moving his hair. higher through a body. Desperately, Anne moves against his fingers, trying to will them inside

a raking pussy. Despite his obvious need, he resists her attempts, continuing to massage her folds gently, even when his fingers discover her clit, gently sliding his hood back to expose to the breeze, forcing a moan from Anne's lips. He continues to crest gently around it, somehow hinting at the pleasure that is to come, forcing it higher, intensifying it, Anne's body tight with urgent need, sliding his fingers back down the length of her folds, caressing, teasing. He massages that spot at the back of her pussy, creating a new wave of clutching to explode in Anne's pussy, before he slides his fingers back up, pressing ever so lightly just inside a pussy, just on the edge of her need. And when he explores her clit again, it is positively burning with need, swollen

and aching, the caress of his fingertip over her sensitive nub, sending an avalanche of pleasure through her body. Her whole body tenses with the sensations flooding through her. Laisly, his fingertips circles her clit, occasionally brushing over it, each caress accentuating the pleasure in her body as he rubs her cleat between his forefinger and thumb. The delightful sting of desire shoots through her, a wonderful mixture of pain and pleasure, which Anne hasn't experienced before. Sliding his fingers slowly down her pussy, he finally pushes his fingers deep inside her welcoming lips, the very tip of his fingers massaging the walls of her pussy, defining firm circles as he touches that one spot. Her desperate desire now a torrent of need and places her hands

either side of the mirror, pressing against the wall, pushing firmly against his cock that she knows must need satisfaction as much as her pussy does right now, feeling his hands move slowly over the globes of her ass, massaging them firmly as the tips of his trembling cock pushes slowly along her folds, achingly close to where Anne needs it to be. She watches him in the mirror. His gaze intense with need as he slowly thrusts inside her. At last, Anne's lips stretch around his girth, feeling them slide along his length as he thrust slowly and deeply inside her. The head of his cock, pushing along the walls of her pussy, intensifying the sensations already inside her. She can do little else but moan loudly, surrendering to the wave of pleasure that has been tormenting her.

Every throbbing need in her body intensifies as his hands slide up her naked back, gripping her shoulders tightly, pulling her back onto her every thrust as he pushes deeper and deeper, harder and harder, watching the burning intensity in his eyes growing as he thrusts into a wet, needy haven, accentuates the pleasure growing in Anne. His chest presses slightly along her back, and his hands grasp her breasts, pinching her nipples roughly between finger and thumb, as the thrusts of his cock intensifies, transfixed by his face, watching the movements of pleasure move over his face in the mirror, and pushes back against him, willing every thrust deeper, dropping a hand from the wall, she slides it between her thighs, pushing her clit against his heartcock.

Every thrust of his cock pushing intensely along her clit as he fucks her deeper and deeper, harder and harder, and tries to control the orgasm rising through her body, moaning loudly as she tries to resist the urge to just let it explode, as she fills him tense against her, his face gripped in pleasure as he growls, his body shaking as his warm stream of cum erupts in her pussy. She fills her own body clutching wildly at him, desperately, as her orgasm finally explode. through a body, pulling out. He turns her quickly, seating her on his desk as he drops to his knees, lifting Anne's legs over his shoulders as he hungry flicks at her pussy, sucking her still throbbing clit, biting it, dragging it between his tongue and teeth, watching him in the mirror,

eating her pussy like a voracious animal. Her orgasm continues to grow, intensifying with every touch of his lip, his mouth, his teeth, Anne clutches at his hair. as she rocks her pussy against him, the stubble on his chin now forcing new sensations through her body. Her legs tighten on his shoulders, pulling him hard against her needy folds, as her orgasm explodes through her body again, trembling from head to toe with a wave of pleasure. She cries out in satisfaction. Closing her eyes, she can only gasp at the whirlwind of orgasm moving up and down her body. It might have been just minutes that passed, maybe longer, before she opened her eyes again.

Jules repeated the question. So, shall we wash your clothes? As he held her gaze in the mirror, his hands resting protectively on her shoulders. Although waking from her fantasy, she could still feel the desire trembling through her body. Coily smiling at Jules in the mirror and whispers, only if you help me get out of them.

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