Tease Dance Audio Erotica Story By Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled ‘Tease Dance”.  Dear Sir, my Doctor, my Alpha Male. You give orders and I obey, sometimes breathlessly, sometimes with whimpering protests that you silence with a word.

Shut. Up. Take off your clothes. All your clothes. Lie on the bed. Spread your legs. I’m going to lick your cunt. Little slut. Feel my tongue fucking you. Don’t come. I’m going to clamp your nipples. Stop complaining. You love it, you whore. Turn over and stick your arse up for me. Higher. WHACK! Shut the fuck up. Don’t. Come.

By command, by promise, by warning, you whip me up and rein me in, spur me on and collect me, then send me soaring up and over, letting me fly only under your control. I hang on every hoarse whisper and growl, writhing and grinding on the bed, pleading for mercy, begging for permission, answering your fiery torrents of filth with my moans and cries of fear, desire, and release.

I work so hard for you. Oh how I wish you could smell me, my cunt and my fingers perfumed with primal femaleness. I wish you could taste me,  I need it real. When you fuck my mouth, I kneel on the floor and cram four fingers into my throat because I crave your bulk, I want to choke on your flesh, I want to slake my soul’s thirst on your sweet spunk.

You make the perfect Dom, too bad we couldn’t try 50 Shades of Grey fucking….let’s begin…

On my knees between your knees, I watch you unzip.

You rummage inside, fishing, finding, and your cock springs out, rearing stiffly between the gaping edges of your zipper. It curves gently upwards and the thick shaft topped by the plummy mouthful of your glans.

Lovingly, your fingers linger along the satiny blue-veined skin. Then you point your forefingertip delicately and press it into the weeping eye-slit, smearing the drops of clear syrup in small circles.

Between thumb and forefinger, you gather the thin-stretched cap of skin back into a collar beneath the fleshy ridge, then push it back up over and over again until your head is glossed with juice. You swoop your finger from the eye-slit down, around, and back up to the tip. The lobed plum gleams, purplish-red and ripe to bursting.

My mouth waters and the tip of my tongue prickles.

I want to watch you come while you watch me. See what you do to me. See how the sight of you like this engorges my nipples and dews up my cunt in preparation for a good hard fuck from you. See me squirming on my hand for you, see me coming for you with my mouth wide open, with your spunk and your name blending together on my tongue.