A late night visit Audio Erotica Story by Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “A Late Night Visit”. Dear Sir, my Alpha Male, my muse, why are you in my dreams? My dreams help me create my stories, the stories I write and narrate. Do you enjoy my fantasy world?  I hope you do…

You visit my dreams and the dreams turn to fucking. Are you ready for the story, Sir? Let’s begin…

Last night I awoke from a delicious wet dream. I rolled over onto my stomach. The superior position that I prefer for masturbation. I reached down and parted the lips of my cunt, feeling the slippery wetness, the delicious heat. I rubbed the swollen white nub of my clit then I slid my finger inside. I massaged my clit with my thumb whilst I managed a second finger inside myself. I wanted to cum, but not this way. I wanted a hard cock. I wanted to feel the heat and warmth of living flesh inside me.

I wanted to go to him, but I could not.

So I settled on a plan to satisfy the burning ache.

We have a very convenient relationship. I can go to him at any time and know he will want me, I know that he will be alone. I know that I can join him in his bed at any time. He knows he may not do the same.

I entered his room and undressed in the dark, letting my clothes fall in a pile next to the bed. He was sleeping deeply, the steady rhythm of his breathing would be the gauge that I used to measure his readiness.

The room was cold, air-conditioned, with a ceiling fan rolling steadily overhead and I felt the gooseflesh rise as the cold air hit my still warm, damp skin. I crawled head first under the covers, seeking him out in the dark. There’s something overwhelmingly sexual in having him in this way, completely vulnerable. His cock was soft. Completely flaccid as I slid it into my mouth. I rolled it around in my mouth a bit with my tongue, gently pulling at it, listening all the while to his breathing, waiting for the rhythm to change. A signal that he was waking up.

I didn’t want him to wake up. Not yet.

He gave a low sigh and a moan in his sleep, shifted a bit. I felt the first shallow spasm in my mouth as his cock began to come to life. Again a low groan. I wondered what he was dreaming of. Another spasm and his cock began to grow; still not turgid, not demanding, just beginning to take on a life of its own. I felt him grow stiffer, his breathing increased, finally there was a bit of a flutter against the pillows. I knew he was waking now. I sucked his cock gently, sucking him up out of his deep sleep.

His hand reached down caressing my hair under the covers. I moved up, pushing my head out of the covers.

“Well, hello there.” His voice was thick with sleep. I could see the big grin on his face in the dark.

“Hello lover.” I whispered as I began to straddle him.

He cupped my breasts and pulled them down into his mouth, sucking, his tongue flicking them to hard points. I reached back and stroked him. Feeling his cock growing hard and ready for me. I pushed my finger into my soaking wet cunt and then raised it to his mouth. He took the offering greedily, licking my finger, sucking on the tip.

I pushed his cock between my dripping lips and moved my hips until he entered me fully, then I leaned back, my hands on his thighs and rolled my hips. I lifted my head back and let my hair swing loosely. I know he loves to feel my hair as it brushes against his thighs while I fuck him.

I moved my hips forward and back, his cock pushing against my gspot, all the while rubbing my clit at the same time. He knows how to get me off. He knows how to push my hips at an angle just so. The orgasm is overwhelming. It never takes me long in this position. The orgasm starts in my clit and the spasms start spreading inward and upward, my cunt muscles tightening and loosening as I start to cum. I have no control over them. They grip and loosen harder and harder. Sometimes it makes him cum too. My pussy muscles milk the cum out of him.

Tonight he did not. I could fully enjoy a nice slow, growing orgasm selfishly, focusing on nothing but the feeling in my cunt. He held my hips at an angle as my pussy muscles clenched and unclenched, making it last that much longer. I could feel my cum flowing out and down his cock, soaking his pubic hairs and his balls. I leaned forward and wrapped my teeth around his bottom lip, not biting, just making him hold still, as the last shudders of orgasm coursed through me.