Connected Audio Erotica Story by Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Connected”. Fantasies are all I have when it comes to passion. I have been single for seven years and the most stable relationship I had was with you, Sir. My Doctor, My Alpha Male, My Dom.

I know what a nasty whore I can be. I want to know what a dirty fucking slut you’ll be for me. How bad I can make you ache and want me. I want to think about you fucking your hand for me while you watch me fuck myself with a dildo and make you watch me- then you can lick me clean after I’ve made myself cum so you can taste me and get addicted from the first taste of my cunt.

You made me happy when we reconnected and it was the first time I felt passion but just like everything , it was all a lie, I was and will always be your virtual plaything and that is the closest to reality I will ever have when it comes to passion…

When you listen to my words, Sir, please place your hand no your cock and stroke it for me, stroke it until you cum like a river. Let’s begin the story, Sir.

The back of his fingers traced the lips of my pussy over my thin panties. He had long memorized the folds of my pussy. My skin was as familiar to him as his own and he knew what every move of my body meant. He could stir up cravings in me as quickly as I could do it on my own. A soft moan and he pulled my panties over my hips and threw them to the floor. He laid down next to me and ran the flat of his palm down my stomach, and lower.

His fingers parted the lips of my cunt. Pushing his palm down against my skin, his fingers dug into me, the flat of his hand keeping connection with the folds of my pussy, my hard clit. His fingers slid out, rubbing over my pussy, sliding my clit between his fingers. In and out, fucking me, rubbing me. Slowly. I groaned, aching. My legs fell open for him and I thrust my hips up and down to counter his fingers.

He watched me writhe and move under him. His eyes bore down on me. They were fixed on my eyes, but he could feel my whole body. He pushed harder and groaned in his throat, encouraging me, as I came- my cunt gripping him as his fingers moved with the curves of my body and the rocking in my hips.

Kneeling between my legs, he dipped his mouth into my slit and wrapped his warm lips around my clit. He sucked gently on my clit, moving his lips up and down as if to elongate it. My sex was so sensitive, I felt his lips, the grooves of his tongue, sucking, flicking, licking. He twirled his tongue over my clit, until he reached the sweet spot and I came. My orgasm ran like thick warm liquid through my body, hot, slow and sinful.

I pushed him away from me, closing my legs and rolling to one side. My hand running through my hair and my body tingling, deep satisfying breaths filling my lungs. He pushed me over onto my stomach and climbed over my ass. His hand connected with a sharp smack on my ass. I cried through my haze, as he gripped my hips and lifted my ass towards him. He pushed his cock between my legs and slid towards me. I felt him push between my thighs, but I could not open for him. He wanted me tight, to struggle, I could hear it in his growls as he exhaled. He kept my thighs together with his legs, even though I pushed against him to open them. He pushed his cock through my thighs, feeling my ass against his skin and touched the opening of my wet cunt. I moaned, feeling the ache in my cunt burn through me. I needed to feel his cock, sliding into my opening. Filling me, and releasing me from my own skin. I needed the connection- my soul craved it. The beast demanded it. I pushed my ass in the air and exposed my cunt to him- demanding he fuck me. Fuck me now.

He gripped my shoulder with one hand as he pushed his cock in to me, hard and fast. My head threw back as I cursed him to give me what I wanted. More. I needed more. Always more. I knew he could give it to me. He pushed his cock into me, grinding his cock into my gspot. Short deep thrusts that knew the way. He was expert inside me, his cock dancing inside my cunt, filling my spaces. The beast inside me growled, the fuck overwhelmed me. I lowered my head and bit down on the pillow case, my body exploding as I pushed. Rocked back against him, my cunt gripping his cock deep inside me as he filled me with hot thick cum. I could feel him cumming, see him- thick cream flowing inside me, the pulsing walls of my cunt absorbing, feeding off of his sex, sending waves of pleasure through me.

I continued to thrust, downward- grinding his cock against my g-spot. Shuddering at the sensation. I was exhausted, but insatiable. It was so good, I wanted more, please, more. I pushed my fingers between my legs and stroked my clit. It was hard and sensitive as I pushed circles around it. His cock twitched and throbbed inside me as I continued to push against him. I felt his thick cum drip out of my cunt and I rubbed it against my clit, slower, harder. Building until another orgasm consumed me. This time, sharp, hard, piercing, violent. My legs shook and I bucked my hips, fucking my clit with cum smeared fingers.

My whole body came down on the bed. The smell of fuck and sweat filled the room, filled my senses as my body came down slowly and relaxed. I lay perfectly still, savoring the moment and drifting off into a delicious sleep.