Passion- Erotic Audio Story by Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Passion” Dear Sir, I have instructions for you. Get on your knees and stroke your cock . I want you to use my panties.

Stroke slower. Stroke Faster.

Now, Stroke your cock gently’

‘More, softly, softly’ … Your moist-mouthed and labored breathing makes me want to come.

I am wet, of course.

I bring my fingers to my pussy and touch myself while you do what I say. While I pleasure myself, you are not allowed to come.. not until the end of the main story, Sir..

Keep your hand on your cock, stroke your cock while I tell the story… Let’s begin…

Your hands on me.

Nearly every mark on my body are your hands on me. Your thumb pressing the insides of my arms, pinning me to the bed. Your palm connecting with my flank, repeatedly, on the right side as you take me furiously. Your fingertips grasping my breast as we stare into each other’s eyes.

Just one mark—a line rubbed raw along the base of my spine—is not inflicted by your hands. Instead, this mark is made by the carpet where we struggle; your weight full atop me, your arm pinning both of mine above my head, your face close and tongue darting out to lick my lips slowly.

Sometimes I don’t fight back. Sometimes, I twist and squirm in pleasure but don’t resist, giving myself to you. More times, though, I taunt, thrash beneath you, dare you to make me bend.

I like to see the flash of surprise in your eyes, the fire, the need to make me yours.

= = = = = = = = = = = =

I am slowly sinking onto your cock. Your gaze is locked on mine and I can’t tear my eyes away. I settle and now you are deep inside me, and we both make sounds of surprise.

Home. It feels like home.

Barely blinking, never averting my eyes, I begin to move on you. Rocking my hips, filling myself with you, then pulling away to create just enough of a void for your hardness to fill again. And again. And again.

And again.

Our hips dance together now. Your face changes as you near climax; just a light sheen of sweat, mouth slightly open and your eyes—yes, your eyes, fierce and hungry— widen a touch then close as you gush deep inside me.