You Say…. Erotic Audio Story | Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s episode is titled “You say…” Dear Sir, In the hush where shadows lick the sheets, I whisper yes—your command, my heat. Hair fisted high, back bowed like a bow, Tonight I’m yours… but only if I allow. Sir, your voice is velvet chain and fire, Two fingers deep, spit-slick, no retire. You watch me stretch, you watch me break, Then claim the hole that only you can take. Shhh… no words unless you say. Ass open wide, throat in your sway. Hurt me sweet, fill me raw, make me beg— I, Salty Vixen surrender… on your edge.

Are you turned on? Good….let’s begin…

You tell me to slide my hand into my hair—fingers twisting, gripping tight—while I keep my back arched high, offering myself exactly how you want. No escape. No hiding. I love this side of you, the Alpha that only emerges when I unlock the door… and tonight, I’m so achingly, dripping horny that the door is wide fucking open.

I watch you now, Sir, as you coat your thick cock in lube—slow, deliberate strokes that make my mouth water and my pulse hammer. Your eyes never leave mine while you give the order, voice low and rough:

“Finger that tight little ass for me, whore. Let me see how desperate you are.”

Two fingers. Spit on them first—make them slick and messy the way you like. I obey, breath hitching as I circle, press, ease inside myself under your gaze. The stretch burns sweetly, makes me whimper your name before I can stop it.

“Stop.” , you demand.. oh yes, baby, you demand and I am so fucking horny…

The single word freezes me. Then your cock is there—hot, slick tip gliding along my soaked pussy lips, nudging my swollen clit until my hips jerk involuntarily. Teasing. Torturing. You push just enough to part me, to let me feel the promise of fullness… then slide higher, pressing against my ass. Half patient, half ruthless. My body clenches, fights, then softens under the steady pressure. I cry out your name again—sharp, needy.

“Shhh.” – you say…

Your hand fists my hair harder, yanking my head back so my throat is exposed, so I have to feel every inch as you sink in. The burn is exquisite, overwhelming. I gasp through clenched teeth, body trembling as you push deeper, forcing me to open, to take you. You press my face down into the sheets—cheek against cool fabric, palm flat and heavy against the side of my head—claiming every sound I make.

You slide in and out now, slow at first, letting me feel every ridge, every pulse. My ass grips you tight; you groan low in your throat at the resistance, at how perfectly I stretch around you.

“Want me to fuck this tight ass properly, slut?”, you say..

Your free hand snakes underneath, finding my nipple—pinching, twisting until I arch higher, moaning into the mattress. My pink cheeks burn under your palm. You watch yourself disappear inside me, mesmerized by the sight, by the way my body yields.

“Did I say you could talk?” – you say

Harder now—your hand shoves my face deeper into the bed as you thrust fully, bottoming out. I whimper, muffled, helpless. You capture my wrists behind my back in one massive grip, then wrap your other hand around my throat—lifting me upright, pulling me back against your chest so my weight drives me down onto your cock even harder.

The pressure on my neck steals my breath just enough to make stars burst behind my eyes. Your ragged exhales ghost my ear.

“Does it hurt, baby? Do you like how much it hurts?”- you say

Fingers tighten. My pulse thuds against your palm. I twitch and flutter around you—clenching involuntarily, milking you as you hold yourself right on the edge. Your voice drops to a gravel whisper, teeth grazing my earlobe:

“You’re so fucking open for me… so wet, so greedy. I can feel you shaking. Begging without words.”- you say

You keep me there—pinned, filled, owned—riding that razor-sharp brink together, breath for breath, until neither of us can hold back much longer…